#tango's gonna hold him closer

[sulatni-flerida11]

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inspired by wild life session 5 + some headcanons of the fandom :]

The moment Jimmy hears thunder strike – not from the wild card of the session, but from a fallen player – the joy that fills him quickly turns into something… burning. It doesn’t hurt, (in fact, it’s very pleasant), but he’s surprised about the sudden change. His teammates can’t offer him any advice about it, and he doesn’t dare to ask Grian at the moment as he’s still grieving.

He comes to the next person “best at handling problems” he knows, who also happens to be the one “best at handling fire.”

The sudden concentration of heat outside his not-so-flammable-anymore base made Tango raise a brow. The session is over, and though he can think of reasons to be on the receiving end of arson from this session, he doesn’t know why anyone would bother.

“Tango?” a familiar voice calls out. “Are you here, or?...”

He calls back as he fixes his belongings, “Hey Jimmy.” He hopes his smile is audible. His soft spot for the avian never faded away since they were soulbound, and they’re both sure whatever they’re feeling for each other has nothing to do with that mechanic.

“Could I… Mind giving me advice?”

“Give me a sec, hold on –” Tango finally secured his goodies from the Trivia Bot.

He walks out to greet Jimmy, (though he is also a bit confused as to why the other didn’t just walk in). “What do you need, songbird -”

He stops in his tracks.

Jimmy’s feathers are burning.

“What –” Tango approaches quickly, waving his hands around as an attempt to pat the flames down.

Jimmy laughs. “Tango, that’s unnecessary -”

“It’s unnecessary?” Tango feels himself heat up in anger directed at whoever caused this. “Jimmy, who am I killing next session -”

“You literally can’t do that. You’re green. I’m the one that needs the kill.”

“Then who am I helping you kill next session -”

“Tango!” Jimmy moves to grab Tango’s arms, and the latter moves away quickly.

“I’m running hot right now, Jim. You don’t want to touch me -”

“The flames don’t hurt me anymore.”

That stops Tango. “What?”

Jimmy flaps his wings, showing how the fire on the tips of the feathers continues to burn brightly. Even the few feathers on his face have sparks, and Jimmy isn’t flinching a single bit. Little puffs of smoke come out of it, similar to Tango’s flame of hair (if you can even call that hair).

Moving again, Jimmy finally grabs Tango, who snaps out of his shock the moment physical contact is made. His immediate reaction was to pull away, but Jimmy keeps his grip firm but gentle.

“I… I don’t think I’m quite a canary anymore.”

Slowly, his golden feathers envelope both of them. Tango watches carefully, instincts telling him to run, run, you’ll hurt him, but no signs of pain reveal themselves on Jimmy’s face.

“You’re like… a phoenix now,” Tango whispers in awe. The golden feathers look molten and bright with the fire, warmth seeping into his bones despite already being warmer than usual.

“Seems like it,” Jimmy laughs once more, and void Tango wishes to capture the vision in front of him for life. “I came here to ask how you handle your fire, since you were born with it and all, but…”

He motions between them, the gap closer than ever before without fire resistance potions now they don’t have to be cautious about Tango’s heat.

“... this is nice,” Jimmy finishes with a smile.

“Aww,” Tango groans fondly, “I don’t want to let go of you now. Mind me stealing you from your team?”

Jimmy slaps him lightly on the chest, “Don’t you dare! Unless you want Scar to come here and destroy your base again.”

“Fair.”

The two laugh, enjoying each other’s company and warmth.

[mggsv]

BABY DADDY .ᐟ

f!reader x toji fushiguro (18+)

summary : “Fuck you Toji!” “Fuck me..? FUCK YOU.” God you hated him so much.

warnings : toji calls reader a bitch and finds out, slapping, reader cries, sex while pregnant, slight angst, a cute little fic

“..It should be “Thank you, Toji. Oh i just love you so much.”

He looks at your angry face, scar rising as he couldn’t hold back the cocky smirk. His eyes trail down to your little round belly, four months swollen. ��Thank you? Thank you? I’m fuckin pregnant dumbass!”

“Nothing wrong with ya carryin my seed. You can take a break from work for 9 months. Calm the fuck down.” He grumbles, grabbing a cigarette from his pocket. “Calm down? I can’t just take months off- I model dumbass.”

“And you modeled for me one day and look what happened, I knocked you up.” Not to mention the engagement ring you wore. You’ve been together for almost three years he’s head over heels for you. “Calm the hell down.” He’s reaching over to pat you on your head. “Gonna give ‘Gumi the crazies.”

“No- you don’t understand. I don’t wanna become a housewife-“

“I wanna still be the model I was- no—you don’t get it Toji you’re a man— baby. We have this chat once a month.” He quotes you almost perfectly. Smoke leaving his lips. “Quit yr’ bitchin-“ SLAP !the sound loud ringing in your ears, hand colliding with his face faster than you’ve ever moved before.

“Fuck you Toji!”

“Fuck me..? FUCK YOU.” God you hated him so much. Your eyes watered, but you were a strong little thing. That’s what Toji liked about you..one of many things. Like how when you first met he was just a guy in the crowd watching you strut down the aisle, smirk on his face as he sketched in a notepad. An artist he wanted to be..you learned that after getting to know him. Your eyes glance over to the notepad page, framed on your wall but showing signs of age.

You also thought of what he actually was..the son of your boss. He didn’t have much money when you met, looks could always fool you..so sweet you were. That didn’t bother you much though. It wasn’t his fault his father blocked his success. His art, your love. You watch as Toji puts out the cigarette, cursing to himself as he started to walk away from you.

“Wh- don’t walk away from me we’re not done.” You follow him. He sighs, rubbing his forehead. “Yes we are.”

“No we’re not-“

“I’m not gonna keep doing this every month. We had time to..we decided to keep the baby and now you’re complaining about the damn kid!” He turns to you, blue eyes staring sadly at your brown ones. Instinctively reaching down to graze your cheek. “I know you don’t like it mama..” he murmurs. You sniffle softly, leaning into the touch you fell in love with. Your eyes close as he felt closer. His lips grazing over your chin and neck. Toji’s hands wrapped around your body.

He held you both. “It’s your fault.” you sob into his embrace. He couldn’t hold back the small smile littering his lips. “Takes two ta tango?” he wipes your eyes, kissing the tears away. “Mhm..” you found yourself sniffling. He rubbed over your swollen belly. “Gumi be nice to mama alright? Stressin’ her out.” He whispers to the baby.

“M’sorry..” He whispers again, his strong hands guiding you into his body. “How could I be so bad? Getting such a perfect little thing knocked up..filled up with my baby. How could I have done such a thing..” He coos.

He leans up to kiss your lips, thumb swiping at the fallen tears. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, y’know?” Toji stands up straight, bringing your body into his. He rubbed your back while you cried softly into his chest, how you wrapped your arms around the love of your life…he was everything. He knew you meant no harm, he also knew to watch his mouth but still failed. “You’re going to be perfect- we’re gonna be a perfect lil family okay?”

“Cmere mama..” He had you trapped. You loved him too fucking much to let go.

“Be gentle.” You had huffed. “Damnit I am- shut up.” He had huffed back, playful smile on his lips while the thick head of his cock slipping between your folds. Toji held back while you were pregnant- he had no choice- being the rough guy that he was. It’s how you go here in the first place, hell. The scar on his lips danced as he moaned softly, bottoming out. He didn’t go in all the way, though. His tongue lapped at your growing breast. Nipples being flicked by his tongue, hips still.

“Missed this..” you close your eyes, breathing softly while he started to move. His hands were on either side of your head, tightly fisted the sheets. You could tell he was doing his best not to pound you. “Mm..” Your head relaxes on the big pillow beneath your head. Toji’s face tucks into your neck, cock slipping out past your ring. He was a mess. The cum that leaked should be a crime. You’d tease him about it later. He slips back in just as easily, biting down gently on your neck. “Gonna take care of you, alright?” He mumbles.

“Yeah yeah.”

[fairytsuk1]

based on alex’s new selfie. tango position.

you’d noticed something strange happening to your boyfriend. alex was normally strong and soft in all the right ways, but he was starting to look different.

he'd always text you about going to the gym, of course, but you hadn’t expected him to grow so fast into this buff, gamer type! you were into it. really into it.

“so i was thinking we could watch some more of the sopranos tonight,” he mumbles casually into your neck, planting soft kisses against your skin.

you’re keenly aware of how your spooning position keeps your ass slotted right against his hips, and his arm keeps you locked in place. you even try a slight wiggle, to which he hums and holds you even tighter, “are you spacing out or something?”

your eyes flutter and you shake your head, ���no. sorry, ‘lex, i’m just debating on what i wanna watch.”

“oh, yeah?”

a sneaky hand gives you goosebumps as he runs blunt nails up against your stomach before coming to cup your breast. his hand is cold, and you're half complaining and half whimpering, ¨h-hey! your hand is—"

he tweaks your nipple and you knew you were done for.

alex would never wanna hurt you, but... he can't lie and say that the way you ask him to squeeze you as he pounds you into the couch makes his cock twitch. you both are a mess, and you're throwing your head back with a cry as his arm flexes under your neck, "ohmygod, fffuck! gonna make me cu—uhm!"

"you're squeezing me so tight, ngh, i love you."

you feel him pull you closer and you whine out for him, "i love you too!"

"fuck, always wanna make you feel so good and pretty 'n mmph!"

your poor couch creaks under the two of you as alex bends your leg just a bit more; your eyes rolling back as he slides in even deeper. his heavy balls smack against your clit and god, it feels too good!

"a-alex, 'm gonna cum...!"

your voice is so high and needy, peaking as sucks a hickey on your neck with a relieved sigh, "make me yours, baby. fuckkk, you're gonna make me cum. cream me, please?"

alex practically begs for you, and you're gushing all over him within seconds as your walls spasm around him. it's stars, it's ecstasy as he fucks his leaking cock into you; groaning thickly as he rides out your high.

your body writhes, vibrating with relief as you mewl your boyfriend's name. alex isn't far behind you, hands easily gripping your hips and pulling you balls deep; he whimpers your name as he fills you, panting as his hips stutter inside you.

it's a mix of panting breaths and soft kisses as you cock warm him while he softens inside. it makes your head heady, and you briefly wish you weren't on birth control, "so, like, what do you even do at the gym?"

alex smirks and kisses your collarbone, "anything to make sure i can fuck you the way i want."

[mawofthemagnetar]

The door to Doc’s lab squeaked open, and Etho shuffled in lazily. The man himself was standing at a lab bench, fiddling with something- on the bench beside him, a machine the size of a filing cabinet was whirring away noisily. Etho paid it no mind.

“Got the last of ‘em for ya.” He said, holding up a jar of blue slime and giving it a shake, “The last artifake.”

“Perfect,” Doc rumbled, peering in at something through a microscope.

“So, uh, do we have an answer? About the Iskallium eye?”

“Hmm? Yeah, we do. That’s definitely Iskall’s eye. Same materials, same composition, same power supply- matches all the diagrams he gave me when asked. Only difference is, all the artifakes are beat to hell. I don’t know what could possibly have caused these dents, man. Does Tango-?”

“Tango is saying the same thing Tango said yesterday, which is, quote, “they came with the dungeon!” Etho rolled his eyes, leaning up against a workbench that was cluttered with his hard-won artifakes, “So, ah, any luck? I’m risking my life in there for this, you know that, right?”

“You’ll respawn,” Doc muttered, holding a hand out and waggling his fingers. Etho dropped the jar of speedy slime into Doc’s metal palm with a clank, and Doc moved whatever he was examining off the microscope and set about preparing another slide.

“So,” Doc said, “There is a commonality, across all items.”

“Oh?” Etho echoed, hopping up on a bench and shoving a well-loved pickaxe out of the way, “And what’s that?”

“A dusty...residue...thing. Tastes and smells like spent gunpowder, like a rocket that’s just been fired,” Doc said, dropping a slipcover on top of the slide, “It’s fine, particulate residue.” Doc shrugged, and slid the sample of slime onto his microscope, peering in for a closer look.

“And it’s...EVERY artifake, you said?”

“And every artifact, I’ll bet. Keralis’ slippers were a goldmine- just choked with the stuff. Seriously. I put them into a bag and shook them and a ton of that dust came out.” Doc twiddled the focus knobs, and sighed.

“There's more of it. Man, and it's even, like, mixed into the slime! I’m gonna have to ask Jevin for a sample when he’s around next so I can compare.” Doc nodded, and Etho smiled behind his mask.

“Soooo... that’s it, then? The mystery of where the heck Tango got all these artifacts from is...magic dust, I guess?”

The machine dinged, like an egg timer, and printed something out on a long strip of paper. Doc extracted it, and started to read over his results.

And as his eyes scanned down the page, he went very, very still.

“Doc? What’s happening?”

“Etho. Composition of this dust...it’s rock.” Doc said slowly.

“...Rock dust? And?”

“Roughed edges. This rock has never seen water.”

“...Which means...?”

“This rock hasn’t been oxidized. Predominantly...reduced. No clay, no mica...which means...”

“Doc!” Etho sighed, “What are you trying to say, here?”

“Every single one of these artifakes is covered in moon dust.” Doc said flatly.

Etho swallowed.

“Wherever the dungeon is getting these artifacts-” Doc started, hands trembling.

“-Is someplace we didn’t get lucky last season.” Etho finished, "Ah. O...kay."

Both men stared at the jar of slime in silence.

“...Cool. Well, anyway, have fun with your crisis. I’ve got three more frozen shards left!” Etho said cheerfully, and he skipped out the door.

[ohlawdthebirds]

Date Night

Platonic!141 x reader

Synopsis: You and Gaz discover Soap's date night present for Ghost.

A/n: And if you find yourself asking why Soap left Ghost’s gift in the bathroom…let’s just say he was making sure it worked properly.

Daily Click for Palestine

Banner credits to @cafekitsune

There were several pros and cons that came with sharing a flat with four other members of the armed forces. Among the various pros were having basically four live-in guard dogs that kept you safe. Among the various cons however…well…erm…

-

Gaz gently called your name from where he stood in your doorway. You slid your headphones from your ears and looked at him expectantly. You noted his sheepish, almost embarrassed look and the way he refused to meet your eyes. You asked if he was alright but instead of answering, he lobbed a question your way.

“Did you…” Gaz cleared his throat and began again, “I believe you’ve left something in the bathroom.”

Confusion was clear on your face. You were certain you hadn’t left anything in the main bathroom, save for your towel and washrag. Nevertheless, you got up and followed him. The moment you stepped into the bathroom your eyes immediately latched onto what had given Gaz such a fright.

“Good God almighty,” you coughed out. “T-that’s not mine! I don’t even think I could even fit something like…that in me.”

“That” in question was an absolute behemoth of a dildo, violently red and violently large. Nine inches in length and an inch and a quarter in girth. Huge silicone balls and all. It sat, almost menacingly, atop the toilet lid. There was something unnerving about it, in the way the sheer weight of its head caused the dildo to bow forward.

“Kyle…Kyle, I didn’t know they made dildos this big. Dude, who is shoving this in them?”

“That’s what I’m sayin’! Nearly screamed when I saw this. Was just tryin’ to take a shower and was greeted by this hunk of silicone.”

You stepped back to cower next to Gaz in the doorway. “This is spooky. That means there’s someone in this house that not only purchased it but is able to handle it.”

Gaz pressed in closer to you. “What kind of freak would do that?” he mused.

You wracked your brain for answers. “Well, I don’t think Price is the type to be a size queen. I feel like his toys would be a bit more modest.”

Gaz nodded. “And Ghost just doesn’t strike me as the type to leave his stuff about. So, that leaves only one person.”

“’Scuse me, gonnae need th’ twa of ye to move,” a voice said from behind you. In a flash, you and Gaz whipped around to make eye contact with Soap. He was unperturbed, shouldering past the two of you to get into the bathroom. He made a noise of satisfaction upon seeing the monstrous dildo. In one fluid move, he yanked it off the toilet lid, the suction cup underneath letting out a loud POP as it unstuck itself. Soap whistled a tune as he rooted around in the cupboards. He emerged holding a bottle of lube. He continued whistling as he waltzed past you and Gaz once more. Before he fully left your lines of sight, he turned back around, a devilish glint in his eyes.

“By th’ way, Ah suggest ye twa git good headphones fer th’ night. It’s Simon n’ Ah’s date night. N’ this,” Johnny held up the monstrous dildo, “Is his gift.”

Needless to say, you camped out in Gaz’s room that night, as it was the farthest from Soap and Ghost’s shared room. The two of you kept your headphones on tight and your music cranked up. Price, upon receiving the memo that his subordinates were dancing the devil’s tango, booked a room at a nearby hotel and was not seen until you gave him the all-clear via text the next day.

[nottsangel]

Heyy had this random thought of JJ and reader doin the spicy tango but then the reader gets a call and JJ just keeps on fucking them throughout the call

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings: smut, vaginal sex

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not my gif. credits to owner.

“Oh my god, J!” you moaned with your mouth agape as JJ continuously rammed into you. Your shaking legs were hooked around his torso and your nails dragged down his muscular back. “Gonna make you cum so hard, baby. Oh fuck, you feel so fucking good” He groaned as he eagerly kissed your neck, which was covered in hickeys. “God, right th-“ you were cut off mid-sentence by your phone that started ringing from beside you. You paid it no attention since you figured you would call the person back later. JJ continued pounding into you, not slowing down whatsoever as he peeked at your phone to see who it was.

“It’s Sarah” he said before moving his head closer to yours. “Pick it up” he whispered, causing your eyes to widen. “W-what?” you stuttered. “You heard me. You wanna cum, sweet girl? Then pick up the phone while I fuck you” you hesitated for a moment, unsure if he was being serious, but the look on his face said it all as he continued mercilessly pounding into you.

You hastily reached for your phone beside you while your ringtone blasted throughout the room mixed with the sounds of your moans. You took another glance at him in anticipation of him telling you that he was joking, but he didn’t. So you tried to keep your composure by softly biting your lip while he jammed into you ruthlessly.

“Y-yes?” you stammered as you answered the phone. JJ smirked down at you proudly as he thrusted even deeper into your dripping cunt. “Y/n! I’m calling because of the party tomorrow. I searched through my entire closet but I can’t find anything to wear. Can I maybe borrow some clothes from you? Please?” Sarah asked in a sweet voice, oblivious to the fact that JJ was buried balls-deep inside of you, repeatedly hitting the one spot that made your toes curl. You felt lightheaded, drowning in pleasure. JJ’s cock slid in and out of you with ease, given how wet you were. But you calmly closed your eyes to switch your focus to Sarah.

“Uhh, yeah… god! Yeah… sure” was all you could manage to say, one hand holding the phone and the other one clutching onto JJ’s strong arm for support, your nails digging into his skin as he maintained eye contact with you.

“Are you okay?” Sarah asked, her voice laced with concern. You were about to respond when JJ, with a mischievous grin on his face, moved one hand to your core and rubbed slow circles on your clit. Your entire body tensed at the feeling, causing you to only bite your swollen lip harder.

You took a big gulp before answering Sarah, “Yeah! Yeah, totally. You can…” God, it was so difficult to concentrate. You felt your release nearing as JJ sunk deeper into you and his fingers quickened their pace on your clit. “You can come by tomorrow!” you said in one quick breath before biting your lip again instantly to contain the moans that were about to escape your mouth.

“Uhm… ok-okay. See you tomorrow” Sarah stammered, sounding confused as she ended the phone call. Thank fucking god. You felt your body relax the moment the call ended and loud moans were leaving your mouth immediately. JJ moved closer to you with a content smile before passionately kissing you.

“Hmm, such a good girl. You deserve to cum now, princess.”

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[tunastime]

"hold my hand. please" + draping a blanket over their sleeping body?

you know i'm a rentho or ethubs guy but i'll be happy with any pairing you choose :3

"pull me closer…" / draping a blanket over their sleeping body (873 words) (x)

"You know, this would be a lot easier if you actually went to bed like a regular person, my dude."

The bundle carefully tucked in his arms gives an aborted huff, eyes narrowed as he stares up at him. Ren gives the bundle, shock white hair and mismatched eyes, a pitying glance from behind his half-moon glasses. Etho continues to glare up at him, all angry kitten-like and bristly and no actual bite. Careful not to jostle his precious cargo, Ren weasels open the door to the monolith. He'd be happy to make this Bdubs' problem, were it not that Bdubs wasn't here, and Etho didn't have a room closer than this, and Ren wasn't about to tuck him away in a cold castle.

"Tango's a snitch," Etho finally mutters, voice heavy with exhaustion.

"Feisty!" Ren snorts. "Tango would've let you sleep if you hadn't... hm, dunno, passed out in his dungeon?"

Etho burrows a little closer, a familiar, shifting expression flitting over his partially-concealed features. 

"I, ah, fell asleep," he offers. Ren raises a doubtful eyebrow.

"In the prize room of Decked Out," he states. Etho gives an aborted shrug.

The inside of the monolith is as homey as it had ever been, lined with smooth, white stone and dark wood, carpets and chests and low hanging lights Ren had to duck to avoid. 

"You're going to sleep in a real bed, my man," he muses. Etho sighs.

"I had it under control!"

"I'm sure."

"Tango... had it under control,” Etho mumbles.

"He's gonna have a heart attack thinkin' you straight up died and your body got all..."

"Stuckificated."

Ren scrunches his nose, planting a kiss on the free space of Etho's forehead. Etho makes a startled squeak, squirming in his arms as Ren stands on the first step of the stairs, beaming down at him.

"You sound just like 'em."

Etho grumbles.

"Jerk," he warbles out, more embarrassed laugh than bite.

Ren laughs, a sound that rolls through his chest just as much as it probably rolls through Etho. Ren follows the staircase up several landings to the sparsely used bedroom, the faint smell of old candles and packed linens drifting through the space, tugging on memories. Etho spent some of his time here—when he wasn't sleeping in his workspace, or on the couch, or on the floor, or in his half finished build, or, it seemed, in the rooms of Decked Out Two. Those nights Ren remembers with a particular, swelling fondness, pressed carefully between the chambers of his heart. 

He lets Etho untangle himself, all limbs and sharp joints and padded muscle. He shakes himself out, flopping forward at the waist to stretch out his back as Ren steps backward, grinning at him. At this angle, all of Etho's hair, the partially braided bits that Bdubs attempted to keep together, fall over his head and brush the floor. Etho huffs, brushing it all back in one messy swipe as he stands up, looking disgruntled and dislodged. He lets his shoulders sag a little as he starts to detangle his hair, fix his clothes and wander to the bedside. Ren watches with a careful, somewhat attentive eye. It doesn't take Etho long to settle despite all his stretching and preening—as soon as he sits, tugging off non-essential clothes and changing into pajamas passed over, he crawls under the layers of blankets and curls up, small against the wide space of the mattress. 

Ren steps forward then, tucking the blankets better over his shoulders, carefully combing back hair that dips into Etho's face. Etho's face softens in the now-low light, smoothing out the freckles and smile lines, crow's feet and lines of stress under his eyes. Ren runs his hand through his hair, back over his shoulders and rests it there on the cusp of his arm before he pulls away. Just as he does, Etho catches his hand, tugging ever so, more deadweight than anything as he fights sleep.

"What's up, baby?" Ren jokes, giving his weak hand a squeeze.

"Stay here," Etho mumbles into the pillow. Then, partially aborted as he shuts his eyes, more sound than words: "Please."

"Well," Ren muses, scrunching up his face. "Since you said please, I don't know if I have much choice!"

Etho hums, the note high in his throat. Ren takes that as a fundamentally good sign. 

"But," he tacks on, sitting in the space Etho leaves for him, the warm impression of him still felt on the blankets. "I'm not lying down with you. I have other things to do, unlike you."

"Mrgh."

"I know, it's a terrible shame. I slept the entire night last night, so I'm allowed to work during the day."

Etho huffs. The tense look to his face dissipates though, as Ren leans forward to press a kiss to his temple, smooth back his mess of hair that most certainly, certainly needs a good brush, and probably a good shampoo. Ren sets the task a little higher on his mental to-do list. He lingers against Etho's cheek, kissing the high of his cheekbone, smiling to himself when Etho relaxes a fraction. 

The tired give of his body under Ren's careful ministrations is all he can ask for.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 23:“Breasts/thighs are my favorite part to nibble on.”

Fandom: Baldurs Gate 3

Character: Halsin

Naughty or Nice

Warnings: oral, biting

A/n: i have fucking issues because i said i wasn't gonna do it but here i am...doing it

It was another cold night, you had to thank winter for that, you couldn't help but feel a shiver rush down your spine thanks to the wind.

And with Halsin being the considerate lover he was made his way over to you, tugging you close to the fire.

“Are you cold, my heart?”

Seeing your pout convinced him enough as he deep chuckle escaped his lips as he pulled you into his lap as he nuzzled his nose into your neck. "Allow me to keep you warm?"

Beaming up at the man, you felt your body be in cased with warmth as you nuzzled your face into his neck. "You're so warm." Letting out a soft sight you relaxed more into your lovers embrace. "Halsin, may I ask you something."

Halsin caresses your cheek gently, his voice filled with a tender concern. "Of course, my love. You're always free to ask me anything. What is it that troubles your mind?" His thumb traces soft circles on your skin, soothing and comforting.

Shifting your body so you were more comfortable as you enjoyed his touch."What is your favorite part to nibble on me...my breast's or thighs."

Halsin's eyes widen slightly at your question, a mischievous spark dancing in their depths. He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "My love, it is difficult for me to choose just one, for both your breasts and thighs are equally delectable. Each one holds the promise of pleasure, of indulgence. Perhaps," he whispers huskily, "we could explore and savor both, taking our time to enjoy every inch of your exquisite form." His voice is filled with desire and playful anticipation.

Shifting your body into his lap you giggles bossing your head quickly as your fingers danced across his chest. "I would like that very much."

Halsin's deep voice rumbles with a mixture of desire and amusement as he feels your movements against his lap. He tightens his embrace around you, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "Oh, my love, I can feel your eagerness," he murmurs. "And rest assured, I will gladly fulfill your desires. But let us take our time, savoring each moment. Tonight, we shall explore the depths of passion and pleasure together." He punctuates his words with a gentle nibble on your ear, his fingers tracing teasing patterns along your back.

As the fire crackles in the background, casting warm hues across the room, Halsin's grip tightens around you. With a hunger in his eyes, he lowers his lips to meet yours in a searing kiss, tongues dancing and mingling in a passionate tango.

Gradually, his hands glide along the contours of your body, fiery trails of sensation left in their wake. With a tender touch, he caresses your breasts, his fingertips tracing circles, teasing and coaxing your sensitive flesh. The warmth of his touch spreads through you, igniting a growing ache of desire.

His lips trail a path of heated kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking on the delicate skin, eliciting soft gasps and moans from your lips. Halsin's hands continue their journey, descending along the curves of your body, until they reach the silky expanse of your thighs. He kneads and massages, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm with anticipation.

With a low growl of desire, Halsin guides you to lie back, his eyes locked onto yours, filled with an intoxicating mix of adoration and primal lust. Slowly, he spreads your legs, exposing the glistening essence of your desire. Positioning himself between your thighs, he takes a moment to admire the sight before him, the scent of your arousal filling the air.

His lips trace a path from your collarbone to your exposed breasts, his tongue encircling each nipple before sucking and teasing them to hardened peaks. The flick of his tongue against your sensitive flesh sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

Halsin's fingers find their way back to your throbbing core, his touch deliberate and confident. His lips descend further, kissing along the delicate line of your stomach, until he reaches the apex of your desire. With a slow, teasing lick, he samples the sweet essence of your arousal, his expert tongue delving into your depths, exploring the slick, heated caverns.

The sensations overwhelm you, your body arching in response, a symphony of moans and sighs escaping your lips. Halsin's ministrations continue, his mouth and fingers working in tandem, a dance of pleasure and fulfillment. His touch becomes more demanding, his fingers delving deep within, while his lips and tongue lavish attention on your throbbing clit, sending waves of pleasure radiating through every nerve ending.

You writhe and moan beneath his expert touch, every stroke, flick, and suck driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each passing second, the tension builds within you, reaching a crescendo that threatens to consume you entirely.

Finally, with a primal groan, you unravel in a cascade of pleasure, your body convulsing in Halsin's grasp. He holds you tenderly, whispering sweet words of adoration as he helps you ride out the waves of your climax, his touch never faltering.

As the aftershocks subside, Halsin rises from his position, a satisfied smile gracing his lips. He leans down, his eyes filled with warmth and tenderness. "My love, that was but the beginning. There is so much more I want to explore with you," he whispers, his voice laced with an unmistakable hunger. And with that promise, the night unfolds into a tapestry of passion and pleasure, with Halsin as your passionate guide.

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Two to Tango Part 4 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley is ready to up the ante on your wager, and he finds he doesn't mind the idea of you winning.

Warnings: Adult banter, swearing, smut, fluff

Length: 1900 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Part 3

Bradley was unsurprised when you took the lead in points by a small margin at the end of Thursday. He had tried his best to rattle your nerves by whispering to you that you looked like a pretty princess during the lecture, but it backfired on him terribly.

You had started laughing, trying your best to hold it together, but Killer turned around and glared daggers at Bradley from his spot right in front of you. 

When the lecture ended, and everyone made their way out onto the tarmac, Killer came up behind you and asked, "He's giving you a hard time, Tango?"

Bradley watched as the enormous man glared at him again, and then he watched you rub your chin like you weren't quite sure how to answer. 

"Do you want me to get my ass kicked?" Bradley whispered, pleading with you.

You laughed again. "Nah, he's alright, Killer."

The only response was the sound of Killer snorting like a bull before he strolled over to Phoenix. His expression changed from pissed off alligator to lovesick puppy in an instant when Nat looked up at him.

Bradley would have to interrogate his friend about her taste in men later, because right now he had something to ask you before he climbed up into his aircraft. 

"Tango," he called to you as you were walking away. "How about we up the ante on our wager?"

Your smile was instantaneous. "What did you have in mind, Rooster?"

"Loser takes the winner out for drinks. Back in California." He knew he was making a bold assumption that you would be interested in going out with him after this week, but he couldn't help himself. 

"Let me get this straight, sweetheart.... when I win, I get two hundred bucks, you have to say something nice about me, and I get free drinks? Sounds great."

You stuck your hand out for him to shake, and then Bradley pulled you a little bit closer to him. "You're beautiful."

You smiled and looked at your boots, and Bradley loved how flustered this made you. "Just make sure you come to my room later and not Killer's, okay?"

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Bradley couldn't believe himself. He honestly didn't care if he won the bet or lost. It didn't matter to him if you were better than he was. And when he arrived at your room on Thursday night, and you started listing off your favorite cocktails, he just laughed. 

"I want you to know what I like. For when you take me out for drinks," you informed him as you wrapped your arms around his waist. 

Bradley really thought you and he would just get down to business and start undressing right away, so he was a little surprised to find you snuggling up to him. He folded you up in his arms and kissed the top of your head. 

"I'll buy you as many drinks as you want. Maybe we can even go out more than once," he whispered as you started slowly working on the buttons of his shirt.

You looked up at him, and Bradley braced himself for rejection, but instead you told him, "For some reason beyond my comprehension, I really like you. And your mustache."

"I really like you. And your smart mouth."

You smiled at him as he scooped you up into his arms. 

"Tomorrow's our last day here. Are you gonna miss me?" you asked as Bradley dropped you down on your bed and climbed on top. 

"Why do you think I tricked you into agreeing to meet up with me for a date?"

You laughed as he kissed your neck and hiked his hands up under your shirt. "I guess I fell for it."

"I'm so charming, you didn't stand a chance," Bradley told you, digging his fingertips gently into your sides. 

"Yeah, yeah, age and experience and all that shit. Come on, old man, I want you to earn your walk of shame."

Bradley took his time and made you cum on his tongue, your thighs squeezing his face as you whined. He stretched out on the narrow bed and pulled you on top of him. His dick was rock hard as you started to ride him, your movements languid, a hazy look in your eyes. You already looked a little fucked out, and now you were enjoying his body slowly, rubbing your tits against his chest and rolling your hips. 

"Nice and slow, Tango. Make it last," he whispered, and you stilled your motions with him fully seated inside you. 

"So slow," you murmured, moving just ever so slightly. "God, you feel good."

Bradley basked in your words as you praised him. "Tango," he moaned as you moved your body up and down his length a little faster. Bradley gripped your hips and enjoyed the way you were looking at him, the way you were working him closer to the edge. 

He watched you cum for him, all of your little gasps growing louder as you ran your hands along your breasts, teasing yourself as your eyes drifted closed. 

"Fuck," you moaned, and when you squeezed around him, Bradley thrust up into you until you got loud. Then he came too, and held you as you smiled at him.

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When your alarm went off on Friday morning, Bradley reached for your phone and silenced it.

"Tango," he whispered, playing with your hair. "Let's get up, baby." You barely stirred, so he added, "So I can kick your ass and win this thing."

You rolled out of your bed, alert and ready to go. "Like hell, sweetheart. Come on."

Bradley laughed as you started to get your flight suit on, still determined to win. You narrowed your eyes at him as you tied your boots.

"Maybe I'll just stay here and skip the competition," he said with a yawn, pulling the blanket up higher. "Let you have it." 

You shook your head and stomped back across the small room. "Get up, Rooster! I'm winning this thing fair and square! I can't wait to hear the nice things you have to say about me. And I can't wait to hear you say them in front of everyone."

But all of the nighttime activities had started to catch up with Bradley, and the day was not working out in his favor. You destroyed him and everyone else in the ten mile run. You took the lead early, and you were unrelenting. But this time when Bradley and Jake came huffing across the finish line together, you handed him some water and let your fingers linger on his hand. 

"Thanks," Bradley mumbled before downing all of it in one go. "Damn, you're fast, Tango."

Then Bradley thought he was going to faint during the obstacle course; the temperature was nearing ninety five, and he barely managed to beat you. 

He was exhausted, laying on the ground, looking up at you as you blocked the sun for him. "Comes down to the five mile run," you told him, placing your hands on your hips. 

You were sweaty and muddy, and Bradley wanted to take you into the locker room with him. He could feel his body humming as he looked up at you and thought about his hands all over your body. 

He thought about asking you to come spend a weekend with him in San Diego; he had an enormous walk-in shower at his place. But he thought better of it. He would give it more time.

"Five mile run. Fuck. Just take your two hundred bucks now. You win, Tango," Bradley groaned, still on the ground when the rest of his team crossed the finish line. You reached out and helped him to his feet. He staggered around rubbing the stitch in his side, and you grinned at him. 

"I'll see you at the finish," you told him, leaning in to kiss his sweaty cheek, right in front of everyone. Bradley watched you walk away as Killer glared at him, but Bradley couldn't stop smiling. Maybe you wouldn't say no to a weekend with him after this.

He smiled as you immediately passed him and stayed well ahead of him during the five mile run. And he was still smiling when he finished in second place for total points on the week. 

"Congratulations," he told you, sticking his hand out and shaking yours. 

"You are so slow, old man. I can't believe your only claim to fame is landing on a freaking boat. How embarrassing." You kissed his lips softly before you added, "Now, I want my compliment as soon as everyone else finishes."

"Nah, I'm going to start now. You're beautiful. You're funny. You're smart and charming and competitive. You make me want to get to know you better."

You were trying to hide your face behind your hands as the final stragglers finished the five mile race, and Bradley loudly announced, "Tango is more talented than I am. All I have is experience from being so old."

You started cracking up, and you wrapped your arms around him. "I tried to tell you that on Sunday."

"Yeah, well, you were right and I was wrong."

You kissed his sweaty cheek and told him, "I'll see you in Cali, sweetheart."

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Bradley picked the spot, a cute restaurant halfway between Edwards Air Force Base and Top Gun on North Island. He'd dressed up a little bit, anxious to see you again. It had been a week since you beat him at his own game, and Bradley had talked to you every day since. 

You had refused his two hundred dollars, but Bradley would insist on paying for everything tonight. And he was hoping to score a second dinner with you in the process. 

"Old man."

Bradley spun around from his spot at the bar to face you. You were wearing a dress and some makeup, and he was at a loss for words. 

"You okay, sweetheart?" you asked softly, eyeing him up and down. "You look nice."

Bradley leaned down and kissed you, pulling you against him. When you took his face in your hands, Bradley used his lips to separate yours, and he briefly tasted your tongue.

"I missed you," he whispered against your mouth. 

"I missed you too, Rooster. I hope you remembered the list of drinks I like."

Bradley chuckled. "I remember everything, Tango. Now let's eat and drink so we can spend more time catching up and making plans."

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Skizz Week 2, Day 6: Pet/Pal

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1k, mentions of dubious use of armadillos in sportsball, Skizz, Tango, Zedaph, Etho

“Skizz! What are you doing around these parts?” Tango jumped down from his balcony, alighting softly beside his friend.

“First off dude, I live like, twenty seconds away. Second, Etho summoned me! And when the king summons, I come a-runnin’!”

“That’s true, he’s a rare sight,” Tango agreed. “I was certain that with Iskall starting his vault expeditions, we wouldn’t be seeing him for another couple weeks.” 

A pink firework exploded a couple hundred feet away, drawing their attention.

“Who’s pink? Stress?” Tango asked.

“No, can’t be, she would have sent me a giant ‘ELLO’ at some point,” Skizz said, squinting.

Another burst of pink, a little closer this time.

“Catch me, fellas!” A man’s voice called.

“Oh that’s Zed for sure,” Tango said, stepping out of the way.

Skizz saw the movement out of the corner of his eye and stepped so he was in front of Tango, his back facing the smaller man. “Where are you going? You’re gonna help me catch him!”

“Me?!” Tango yelped, trying to escape Skizz’s radius. “What am I gonna do, you’re like half a foot taller than me!” Zedaph was closing in, a speeding blond bullet in the air.

“Help me brace!” Skizz’s voice was filled with that seemingly oblivious optimism. He was holding his arms out to Zed’s rapidly approaching form.

“We’re gonna die,” Tango deadpanned, accepting his fate and putting his hands on Skizz’s shoulder, unsure of how to “brace” for this.

Zed crashed into Skizz’s open arms, his weight sending Skizz, Zed, and Tango screaming and tumbling backwards into the (moderately) soft grass. Eventually, the screams turned into laughter as the three men detangled themselves.

“Gon’ feel that in the morning,” Zed groaned, grinning and stretching his back.

“You’re such a buttface,” Tango accused. “Why can’t you just land?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Zed asked mischievously. 

Skizz gave the Brit a quick hug. “Good to see you, man. Etho message you too?”

“Yeah, wonder what he wants?”

“Same, I thought it was just postal biz, but apparently not,” Tango said, pushing himself to his feet.

“Maybe he just messaged everyone that’s here right now,” Zed suggested.

“Well now I don’t feel special, Zeddle Bop, thanks!” Skizz pouted like a child, earning teasing pokes from his friends.

Skizz ran over to Etho’s gorgeous Asian-style base and knocked on his door frame. “E! Your poss-e is here!”

“Just a sec, Skizz!” Etho’s voice echoed from inside his house.

A few seconds later, Etho jumped from the story above, landing almost silently on the wood flooring. “Hi guys,” he said awkwardly.

“Hey Eefers,” Tango said. “What’s so important you called us goobers over?”

“It’s over in this room over here, follow me.”

The four of them walked to a room in Etho’s basement, and Tango gasped.

In a large caged pen filled with sand (the sand was directly on the floor???) were about two dozen armadillos, either wandering the perimeter of their enclosure or lounging on a flat piece of sandstone.

“Oh. My. Gosh! There’s so many!” Tango squeaked. 

“Can I pick one up?” Zed asked eagerly.

“Sure, just be gentle when you approach them, otherwise they’ll roll into a ball.”

“Where did you get so many of these guys?” Skizz asked as Tango and Zed approached the pen. 

“Ren wanted me to get a whole bunch for his soccer game,” Etho said.

“Is he really going to kick these little guys around?” Skizz asked, concerned.

“Not technically kicking,” Etho defended. “It’s wind charges only, they just roll, and they don’t get hit. Cub already did lots of testing, and they seem fine as long as they aren’t constantly rolling for more than like, five minutes. I’m looking to breed a lot more of these guys and maybe do some revamps of the rules to make rounds shorter.”

“PETA’s gonna roll in and bust this whole operation open,” Skizz joked.

Etho chuckled. “Maybe, but I’m not the one who made the game, that’s all Ren.”

“Classic Etho, always placing the blame on someone else,” Tango quipped, holding a baby armadillo the size of a grapefruit in his hands. “These guys are sooooo cute!”

“Okay, now I wanna grab one of these goobers,” Skizz said. “Move over!”

He eyed a particularly large armadillo on the sandstone slab and scooped it up. Its armor was almost like a hard basketball. The armadillo blinked its tiny black eyes at him and let out a little squawk.”

“Uh oh,” Etho said, grabbing the animal from Skizz’s hands. “Be right back!” He ran out of the room, leaving behind three very confused hermits.

“I… didn’t even know they could make noises, let alone sound like a doggy toy,” Skizz said, laughing.

“Truly nature’s most majestic of creatures,” Zed said wisely, feeding an armadillo a little piece of apple from a bowl Etho had on the floor.

“They’re apparently also ticking time bombs,” Tango noted, turning over the armadillo in his hands to examine the furry belly. “Maybe they’re vicious.”

“This little lad for sure is destroying this apple slice,” Zed said seriously.

Etho returned, panting a little. “Sorry about that,” he said. “Sometimes when one of them starts screaming, it sets the whole group off.”

“Jeez, one heck of an alarm system,” Skizz said.

“Doc can use it the next time someone messes with his redstone,” Tango deadpanned.

“Did the person who did that ever come forward?” Etho asked, scratching under his mask.

“They apologized, anonymously,” Zed said.

“If it even was just one person,” Tango countered.

“My diamonds are still on Cub,” Zed said, shrugging. By this point, he’d fully climbed into the pen and had three armadillos on his lap looking for fruit.

“Those things are glued to you, man,” Skizz said

Tango gasped, turning to his friend. “Zed, Aerial Armadillo Service!”

Skizz burst out into giggles

Etho laughed. “Oh no,” he said between breaths.

“Etho, Skizz, you wanna help dangle these dudes?” Zed asked.

The two of them exchanged a silent look. Etho’s eyes crinkled with barely held back mirth. Skizz grinned.

“You know it, Bop.” 

[yacinthemorning]

A Lesson in Listening

Summary: Grian's brother is moving to town and staying with him while he house hunts. While introducing him to his friend, however, Jimmy and Tango seem to make quite a connection. Determined not to suffer through the pining, Grian and Impulse attempt to play matchmaker.

Ships: Grian & Impulse(Platonic), Jimmy/Tango (Romantic), ZITS (Platonic), Grian & Jimmy (Familial)

Warnings: mild acephobia, verbal fight, sibling bullying, misunderstandings, relationship meddling

If Grian was good at one thing, it was connecting people. Not to be a braggart, but he was a sociable sort who was good at reading people, made new friends with ease, and led the pecking order in his circles. It was his great talent, really. One of many.

“Humility not being among them, clearly.”

“Shush.” Grian hissed, whipping his head around to glare daggers into Impulse. The stout man returned it with his trademark innocent smile, as if Grian didn’t know what went on in the head behind it. “You’re distracting me.”

Impulse chuckled. “What’s there to distract from?”

“I’ll have you know mixing friend groups is a very delicate process!” Grian explained, holding his phone to show the opened notepad doc. “Inviting the wrong person could be the difference between success and disaster.”

“I think you’re overthinking things, G. Anyone who’d get along with you will probably get along with your brother.”

Therein lied the problem, though. Jimmy was nothing like Grian. Okay, well, nothing was a bit of a strong word. Jimmy was extroverted and sociable like Grian, and they both had a fondness for mischief and cats. And maybe Jimmy was the first person Grian always invited to karaoke night when he was in town, because no one else was quite as enthusiastic as they were. But other than that they were nothing alike! For one, unlike Grian, Jimmy was a massive loser.

“That’s a bit rude.”

Grian squawked. “Would you please stop reading my mind!”

“You should stop speaking your mind, then.” Impulse shrugged and returned to scrolling through his phone. Grian had assigned him the task of picking out the venue for the night out, being far more familiar with the town than Grian. He paused, “You might as well monologue, I know you want to.”

“I don’t monologue! I’m not Scar.” Another name was struck out on the list. Doc was angry at him right now, anyways. “I just want things to go well, can I not be excited that Tim is moving closer? I’ve barely got to see him more than once every other month for the past several years! By the way, we can’t-“

“Can’t eat red meat so make sure there’s other options, yeah, I know.” A large hand patted down on Grian’s head, ruffling his hair.

He pouted, falling back into the cushions of his couch. “I feel like you do not appreciate the skill needed to coordinate you people. It’s like herding cats, you know.”

“Why do you think we leave it to you?” Impulse leaned over Grian’s shoulder. “Who you got so far, anyways?”

“You, Scar, Gem, and Cleo. Mostly people he’s met before at least.”

A curious hum filled the air and Grian patiently waited for whatever idea was brewing in Impulse’s head. There were a few taps to his screen, then, “You think Tango can come?”

“Tango?” Grian’s eyebrow quirked up. “Isn’t he hauled up in his basement working on some game right now?” While most certainly a good friend, Tango was one Grian went almost just as long without seeing as his brother half a day’s drive away, despite being a street away. Once he had an idea he would dedicate himself to it until it was done.

Impulse sighed. “Yeah. Zed was able to get him outside for an hour last week, and he went on some business trip for a bit, but he also hasn’t eaten in like two days last I checked. It’d be good excuse to drag him out. He’s gonna forget what real people sound like outside his headphones if we don’t.”

“I honestly don’t know how he expects to survive if he moves out from you guys.”

“I already made him promise to give me a set of spare keys when he does.”

Grian tilted his head as he stared at his last message to the man in question. Something about a crazy idea for a remote-controlled cat toy he thought of. In all honesty it wasn’t the worst idea. Not the cat toy- Tango was a strong personality who left a big impression, but he was always polite. Certainly much more introverted than everyone else going, but not nearly as bad as Zed. At least, when he remembered to leave his basement. It couldn’t do them any harm. At the very worst he could sit in the corner and chatter with Impulse. “Yeah, sure, let’s invite him.” He said, already typing. 

Impulse gave a thumbs up. “Tell him we’re gonna go to that barbeque place he loves, that’ll get him.”

“I said-”

“They have plenty of chicken and even vegetarian options, I double checked. It’s right across from the bowling alley, too. And call him, don’t text, or he’ll never see it.”

It was a small miracle Tango agreed to go. It was a small miracle he answered his phone at all. The mention of barbeque worked, though. How much of the rest of the evening they could convince him to stick around for had yet to be seen, but Grian was hopeful he’d stay a little while at least.

Impulse could deal with Tango, though. Right now, Grian had his hands full with Jimmy. They were running ten minutes behind because his poor little brother couldn’t bear going a day without a bubble bath. “C’mon, Tim, get in the car!” He shouted from the window.

Jimmy stumbled in, nearly dropping his phone between the seats in the process. “I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying, I just had to send a text. I thought this was supposed to be fun?” He whined. The second his door was closed Grian began driving, not waiting for him to get his seatbelt in. He was so tall and lanky he’d just smash his head through the glass whether he had one on or not, anyways.

“It’s called punctuality, Timmy. Something the hosts should have!”

“Alright, I get it.” He slumped back into his seat, caving as he always did. It must be hard, having an older brother who was always right. Of course, it was much harder being said brother, as Grian could attest.

The car ride was quiet, only the radio filling the space while Grian worked to remember where he needed to go. Jimmy was the first to break the silence, “So, I’ve scheduled some tours for this week.”

Grian hummed. “Anything promising?”

“Actually yeah.” He chirped, pulling out his phone. Before he could shove it in Grian’s face he put his hand up. It’d only been a month since he rear-ended a Toyota, and he’ll be damned if he hit someone else. The last thing his friends needed was to reignite the jokes about him being too short to see over the dashboard. Jimmy made a whine but didn’t try again. “There’s a place not far out of town in the farmlands. It’s small and old, but it’s an actual house with over half an acre.”

“I dunno why you care so much about land. A condo downtown is way better.”

“It’s nice, isn’t it? I could have a garden.”

“I guess.” The obnoxiously large sign for the barbeque glared high above the trees and buildings around it just up ahead. “Oh, we’re already here. Should be mostly people you met before, by the way.”

“That’s fine.”

Pulling into the parking lot, Grian could already see Impulse’s minivan and Cleo’s beat up old car. He clicked his tongue as he pulled up next to them. “See! I told you we were late, everyone’s already here.”

“Oh, come off it, they probably just got here, it’s fine.”

It was not fine, the host should always be first, but he wouldn’t expect Jimmy to understand. The two squabbled all the way inside, only stopping to tell the waiter their booking. A nice large table on the patio already had most of Grian’s friends sitting around, still having yet to be served even drinks. Everyone but Tango despite his phone, unmistakable with its Guy Fieri case, on the table. Bathroom, maybe? He was always terrible about going before he left. Scar was the first to spot them. “G! Timmy! You’re here!”

“That we are.” Grian mumbled and turned to Impulse. “Where’s-”

“Hey, Grian, just in time!” The scratchy voice of Tango shouted too-loudly behind them. He saw Jimmy jump, and both brothers swivelled on their heels. Tango jolted back a bit, friendly wave shrinking to his side at the reaction. His eyes grew wide, locking with Jimmy’s which mirrored him like two deer caught in headlights. “Oh!” He squeaked unintentionally.

It jogged Jimmy out of his fright enough to look away, though Grian took suspicious note of the redness of his ears. He gave his baby brother a raised eyebrow, but he didn’t seem to see it.

“Right, well, Tango, Cleo, this is my brother, Ti-”

“It’s Jimmy.” Jimmy jumped in at lightning speed, holding his hand out for Tango to shake with a wide smile. “The name’s Jimmy.” Tango hesitated for a second, before tentatively shaking back with an equally tentative smile.

“Tango, of the Tek variety. Nice to finally meet you.”

“I thought you said your brother was Tim?” Cleo asked.

Impulse scratched at his bread. “Honestly, I thought it was.”

“It’s not, my name’s Jimmy. Don’t trust anything this man says, he’s a menace.” Jimmy huffed, which got far too enthusiastic an agreement from nearly the whole table for Grian’s liking. Behind him, Tango snuck around back to the table. In a baffling move, as far as Grian was concerned, he paused at the empty chair across from his own and pulled it out. He nodded towards Jimmy, who muttered a sheepish thanks. Grian narrowed his eyes at the engineer, but he seemed to be pointedly not looking at him. A shared look from Impulse, though, let him know he wasn’t the only one who took notice.

“Well, then, Jimmy, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Cleo reached over the table, offering their hand.

Chatter very quickly picked itself up once they were all sat down. Most was directed towards Jimmy, asking what he did and the places he was looking at and how on earth did he get his hair that perfect. It was a bit awkward with him sitting at the end. Given the middle seat where Grian now sat was also empty, he suspected Tango’s little gentleman’s stunt had messed up the seating arrangement Impulse intentionally left. 

It wasn’t the last. When their drinks came Tango had ordered some crazy bright red fruity slushy monstrosity like he was on vacation or something. For him it might as well be. Something that brightly coloured, with a fruit skewer at that, was basically tempting the gods as far as Jimmy was concerned, who looked more dazzled by it than the already bright blue drink he ordered. Only a sip had been taken before Tango was nudging it towards him, asking, “Wanna try?” Which he wholeheartedly accepted.

Honestly, between that and the conversation somehow always managing to close into a back and forth between the pair, Grian wanted to gag. Did his brother have absolutely no shame? Or maybe Grian was just bitter he had to order something lighter as their driver. It was at least funny to watch Scar also ask for a sip and be completely ignored.

A large platter was ordered over individual meals. It was just easier, when everyone wanted to try this and that. Astonishingly, it was probably the first time Grian had witnessed Tango eat a vegetable, when he tried one of the skewers the brothers ordered on the side. That was the power of good barbeque, he supposed.

They finally called it after Gem won the third round of bowling in a row. Grian tapped against the open door of his car, glaring holes in the back of his brother’s head, who was too busy saying goodbye to Tango to notice. “Come ooon Tim!” He finally shouted after the third obnoxious little giggle they shared. When he turned, Grian narrowed his eyes. You ain’t subtle. The pair finally said goodbye for real, and Jimmy ran to get in the car before Grian decided to drive off without him. He’d barely gotten his seatbelt on before he was furiously typing something on his phone. Really?

“So, how was it?” Grian asked.

“It was fun, your friends seem cool.” Was the distracted response.

“Mhm…” He leaned closer over his shoulder. “And how was Tango?”

If it was possible to jump out of one’s skin then Jimmy had jumped out of his skin, muscles, and bones. “Huh?” He squeaked, face red and eyes bugged. Grian only returned it with an unimpressed eye roll.

“Oh please. You nearly dropped a bowling ball on your foot while swooning.”

“Well… He’s a cool guy, isn’t he?”

And that shut Grian up. More efficiently than he would like to admit. He expected Jimmy to deny it, or be too flustered to say much of anything. When Grian failed to reply Jimmy went back to his phone, tapping away with a smile. There was that obnoxious giggle again.

This was not one of the issues Grian anticipated having when his brother told him he was moving. 

“So, how do we set them up?”

Impulse Hummed, spending far too long reading the contents of a can of cream of mushroom like it wasn’t the same can he always bought. “Who?”

“ Who? ” Grian mocked back. “Tim and Tango!”

“Do we need to?” Three more cans joined the first, before they moved on to the broths. Grian threw the bouillon in the cart before his companion could grab a carton that would languish in the back of his fridge. “They seem to be doing fine on their own.”

“No, trust me. I know Tim. He was literally living with his last boyfriend before he realized they were dating and that he liked him. He’s an idiot.”

“And Tango hasn’t exactly been leaving the basement much lately.” Impulse conceded, grabbing a carton of pho broth anyways. Acceptable, Grian supposed.

“So, then, any ideas?”

They paused before entering the next aisle. The larger man’s face twisted in thought. “Well, we could invite him to D&D, run a oneshot, and have their characters drink a love potion until they get the hint.”

“That sounds like a terrible idea, absolutely not.” He wrote it down in his phone for a future session.

“Another dinner?”

“What are the odds of getting Tango out of the house twice?”

“Probably a lot higher than you’d think with how they were acting.”

“What if I gave Timmy a tour of your house and just locked the basement door behind him?”

“You know I’m starting to think we might be bad at this and should leave it to someone else.”

“Nonsense!” Grian grabbed the first bottle of soya sauce he spotted, much to Impulse’s protests. He wasn’t going to sit and wait for him to match the prices to the ounces. “Look, I know Timmy best, and you know Tango best. Logically, there’s no better pair of heads to crack together for this. They’ll thank us at the wedding.”

A jar of pickled bamboo shoots found its way into the cart beside the biggest bag of basmati rice Impulse could pick up. He had to catch his breath before he continued. “Listen, Grian, do you need to… talk, or something?”

“What?” Grian’s head whipped around from the wall of spices he was mulling over. “About what?”

Impulse hunched his shoulders up, cringing slightly. “I dunno, y’know… You’re planning your brother’s wedding to your friend while picking out my groceries for me. I’m not even sure how you found out I was grocery shopping or found me in the store. I don’t think that’s normal, healthy person behaviour.” 

“I am so completely normal and healthy!” He said just a bit too loud.

“You know you can talk to me if you need to.”

This was getting nowhere real fast. “Are you going to help me or not?”

Impulse sighed. “I’ll help.”

“Good. Then, what’s the plan?”

In the end, the plan was little more than ‘wait and see’ with a side sprinkling of putting the pair in as much direct contact as possible. This turned out to be much more work than they anticipated, however. Jimmy had always been a socialite, but he seemed to be gone every other day viewing houses or visiting locations. Meanwhile, Tango did as he does and made himself busy constantly. Every group activity Grian planned was lucky to get even one of them, and he was about to lose his damn mind.

Their big break finally showed itself one evening, when Jimmy dropped in with Grian. Well, it was more like Grian promised to drive him to do some errands and made a left turn away from the mall and directly to the ZITS house instead. A decision Jimmy was not familiar enough with the town yet to notice until it was too late. Just the sound of Jimmy’s voice managed to draw Tango upstairs to see what was going on in his kitchen, where the rest of them were chatting.

Immediately the annoying little giggles started up again. If there was one thing in this world that could make Grian try to keep them apart, it was that giggle.

“By the way, Jimmy,” Skizz piped up from where he leaned against the sink. “You still need a lift tomorrow?”

When had Jimmy found time to befriend Skizz? Who knows. Knowing the two of them they probably bumped into each other on the street and kept talking till the sun went down. Extroverts were so exhausting. (He ignored the little Impulse-ish voice nagging that Grian was also something of an extrovert.)

“Yeah, sorry, I appreciate it.”

“Where you going?” Impulse asked.

“Got another house tour.” Tango of all people replied. Maybe that wasn’t all that surprising, though, given the amount Grian has spotted Jimmy texting the past few days.

“Is that so? Will you be going with them?” Grian teased, but instead got a toothy grin back.

“Yessiree!”

Really? Inviting your crush house hunting? Was that forward or just weird? Either way, it was an opportunity. “You know, Tim, you haven’t invited me to go with you.” He whined, putting on his best puppy dog eyes. 

Unfortunately, while Jimmy’s talents were sparse, this was one area where he outranked Grian by a factor of magnitudes and had unlocked absolute immunity, or something. “Yeah. That was on purpose.” He said bluntly, not even looking away from Tango, who laughed. In fact, everyone laughed. Even Impulse, the traitor.

Grian wouldn’t give up so easily, however. “Well I think you should. So where is it?”

“What? You’ll just embarrass me, I’m not telling you!” He squeaked, finally looking at his kind, sweet, dear older brother.

“Yes, you are!”

“No, I’m not!”

And that was how Jimmy ended up in a headlock on ZITS’s kitchen floor, Impulse reluctantly using Jimmy’s phone to text Grian the address on his calendar. Tango, simp that he was, managed to distract Grian by jokingly calling Jimmy honey, forcing Grian to let go in order to pretend to hurl, during which time Jimmy made his escape back to the car. 

He won though, and the next day when Jimmy pulled up with Skizz and Tango to the house tour, Grian and Impulse were already waiting there with the realtor.

“I can’t believe you.” Jimmy dragged his hands down his face. “Don’t you have to, I don’t know, work?”

“Jokes on you, I’m my own boss.” Grian puffed up his chest.

Tango patted Jimmy on the back and turned the both of them towards the poor, confused realtor. “Let’s just get this over with.” He soothed, to which Jimmy gave him a saccharine smile.

The property was ridiculously nice. It wasn’t especially big, but it was lined by woodlands and already had a garden, albeit in need of some severe TLC. There was even an old chicken coop to the side of the house that only needed new fencing and cleaning. The house itself was a one-story cutesy cottage-like thing. It was older, but whomever had lived in it last had the wiring redone and appliances replaced. The bedroom was big, too, as they tended to be in these older houses, and the bathroom had a proper large tub. There was a spare office room with a nice big window to the garden. The garage was separate, and large enough to be a workshop. All that while being well within the range of good internet and still close enough one could walk to town if they really wanted to. 

It was, essentially, Jimmy’s dream home. The only issue Jimmy seemed to have was the fact that the wall between the living room and kitchen had been knocked out for a more modern open concept design with the largest windows in the house.

“It’d probably be a pain to heat in winter, right?” He asked no one in particular. 

Grian knew jack all about houses, and only shrugged. It still wasn’t that big, so he imagined not. Impulse and Skizz seemed to mull the idea over a little longer. Tango, though, saw an opportunity, and Grian had to give him credit because the man took it without hesitation. His arm was around Jimmy’s shoulder, toothy grin leaned in a bit too close. “Well, that sounds like a good excuse to cuddle up in bed all winter, hm?”

Jimmy’s cheeks turned pink. He muttered something under his breath that made Tango chuckle. Grian rolled his eyes towards Impulse, who seemed almost too shocked by his friend’s forwardness to notice.

More questions were asked, things Grian was glad he never had to worry about as a condo guy. Owning a home seemed like so much work, but Jimmy had lists upon lists. Of course, it was Jimmy, and even with lists he forgot certain things. But Tango seemed ready to pick up the slack with his own barrage of inquiries. 

“I think,” Jimmy said, looking at the kitchen with a bit of awe. “I think this might be it, guys.”

“Yeah?” Tango’s eyes practically sparkled with excitement. Jimmy nodded.

The realtor stepped up. “There aren’t any other serious inquiries at the moment, I think you have a good chance if you put in the asking price.” Jimmy nodded, and the realtor went off to his car to make a call.

Grian pursed his lips at his brother, though. “Are you sure you can afford that? I know you’ve saved up and all, but it’s still a lot.”

Jimmy beamed though, clearly overwhelmed with excitement. “Of course, you think we would look at houses we can’t afford?”

“I mean if I’m honest kind of, but- wait. We?”

“I’ll have you know, despite the beliefs of certain individuals, my credit score’s top notch.” Tango patted his chest proudly. “And between the two of us we have more than enough savings for the down payment.”

Grian felt the wires in his brain short circuit and reboot. An unholy screech came from his throat. “What!”

Jimmy and Tango both side-eyed each other, their awkward smiles caught between guilty and like they were ready to burst out laughing. “You… Thought I could buy a home on my own?” Jimmy asked, hiccupping in the middle.

Impulse looked just as dumbfounded. “When did you work this out?” His voice came out hoarse.

It was Tango’s turn to be confused, raising an eyebrow. “Um, months ago? I told you, Impy.”

“You said you were thinking about moving out, not buying a house with a stranger!”

“Wait-” Skizz burst out laughing, pointing at Grian and Impulse. “You guys really didn’t know?”

“No, why do you know!”

“Cause I listen to my roommates?”

“Hold on. Months ago?” Grian pushed them out of the way, getting into his brother’s face.

It seemed Tango was no longer able to hold in his laughter, leaning on Jimmy for support while Jimmy rubbed the back of his neck. “I honestly couldn’t tell if you’d actually forgotten or if this was some bit.” He admitted.

“We’ve been together for almost three years.” Tango wheezed out between cackles.

“Excuse me?” Balked Grian. “Since when? You’ve never met!” His head whipped between the two. How on earth-

A finger twirled absently in the air as Jimmy tried to explain. “Do you remember your Halloween party? The one me and Joel attended, where Tango was dressed up as an imposter?”

“Yeah?” It was the biggest party he’d ever held, how could he forget? His brow creased. “But that doesn’t make any sense, I never got to introduce you two cause you both went… home… early.” Grian’s eyes went wide as the puzzle pieces clicked into place.

Tango leaned against Jimmy’s shoulder with a smirk. “There it is.”

“Oh. My god.”

“I told you he doesn’t ever listen to me.” Jimmy groaned.

“You two-”

“Yeah.”

Grian gasp cracked. “Jimmy you slut !”

“ Excuse me? ” Jimmy shouted back in equal amounts of disbelief and anger.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the realtor pause in the entryway, then slowly back out of view once more.

“You heard me!”

“What do you think we did!”

“Well you weren’t enjoying my party, that’s for sure!”

 “Okay, okay, everybody calm down.” Skizz stepped in, pushing Grian towards Impulse, who seemed to hold Grian back on instinct more than anything as he was still lost in shock.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Impulse asked, giving his housemate a look of betrayal. It was returned with concern.

“I did? I swear I did.”

“Dipple Dop, he told us he was busy in call with his partner all the time. He extended his work trips several times.”

“That was Timmy?” He stumbled back, leaning on the counter. “I thought he meant, like, an MMO buddy.”

“Yeah, and you certainly never told me!” Grian huffed, which Jimmy returned.

“I did tell you, but you didn’t listen! Or did you just do that thing like with Scott where you thought I wasn’t aware I was dating the guy I lived with for two months just because I told you we hadn’t-”

“You know what?” Skizz clapped his hands together. “I think we all need to just take a deep breath, okay? Everybody just breathe. In,” He took a deep breath, of which his housemates joined in while the brothers continued to glare at each other. “And out.” They all let out a long sigh.

 A brief silence fell over the group, only interrupted by a nervous knock at the door. The realtor stuck his head in, eyes darting between the group. “Um, Mister Solidarity, Mister Tek, could I speak to you now?”

“Yes, one second.” Jimmy said, voice tight. The pair left to talk outside.

Grian and Impulse went home after that, waiting for the other three to return. They said little, Grian fuming while Impulse stared at his lap like his dog just died. Zed popped in to say he was going out, at which point he was let in on the day’s events and gave them both odd looks. Had they really been the only ones who didn’t know? 

By the time everyone else arrived back at the house they’d pulled themselves together somewhat. Not entirely, but enough to ask questions without shouting.

“So, you’re really leaving?” Impulse asked, voice almost watery. Tango’s posture softened with his smile, and pulled the larger man into a big hug.

“Oh, buddy, I told you I was gonna. I’m a big boy now!”

“Yeah, but… I dunno. We’ve lived together since college. I didn’t think this would actually happen…”

Skizz rubbed his back. “Hey, he ain’t movin’ cross country, he’s just down the road. We’ll see him all the time.”

“Yeah! I promise, Impy, I ain’t going nowhere.”

The three continued to talk among each other, comforting their friend, so Grian left them be. Instead, he turned his attention onto Jimmy, who still looked huffy, with his arms crossed and a glare squarely on Grian.

“I told you.”

“Well, maybe you should have told me better.” Grian turned his nose up as an almost automatic response. Jimmy threw his arms in the air and stomped off to the doorway, and immediately Grian felt the regret. He chased after his little brother. “Wait, Tim. I’m…” A warbled wheeze escaped his throat, straining to get the dreaded word out. “Ssso-…rry... That I didn’t listen.”

The shift was near-instant, disdain laxing into smugness. “There, was that so hard?”

“Immensely.”

“Oh, come off it, you big baby.”

“I just don’t get it.” Grian grabbed his hair. “How did I miss that you two were dating? Why didn’t Tango say something when we invited him to dinner?”

“Well, it probably started with the fact that you introduce me to everyone as Tim and his boyfriend’s name is Jimmy.” He sneered, eyebrow raised.

Well, he had him there. Not that he would ever admit that to his brother’s face. “I still can’t believe you ditched my party to hook up with my friend.”

“Oh my god, we didn’t hook up!” Jimmy threw his head back. “We just went to get Mcdonald’s and watch movies because Tango almost had a panic attack at the number of people you invited and couldn’t breathe.”

“In my defence, I didn’t expect that many people to actually show up.”

“Either way, stop projecting.”

“Wh- excuse me?”

“Tango’s the same as me. I can assure you nothing like that would ever happen.”

Grian pouted. Well, at least they were happy and close by. “Fine, I’ll forgive you if you can get Tango to come to roller derby night.”

“Uh, I don’t have anything I need to be forgiven for, and I’m not going to make Tango do something he doesn’t want to do.”

“But Tim, consider: Tango falling on his butt in the most hideous disco suit.”

That gave Jimmy pause, thinking for a solid moment before a smile stretched behind his hand. “Alright, fine.”

“Yes!” Grian pumped his fist into the air, nearly smacking Impulse in the face as the group joined them.

“What’s going on out here?”

“Nothing.” Both brothers replied, matching smiles immediately getting them suspicious looks. Jimmy pushed past them to grab Tango’s hand and drag him towards the basement. “C’mon, we have to finish planning.”

“Yessir.” Tango saluted with a chuckle. 

As they retreated, Grian shouted after them. “Oh, Tango!”

“Yeah?” Bless his soul, he was too busy giving his partner a doofy look that was wiped away the second he turned to see Grian. He did his best to bore a hole through the man’s skull.

“You better watch your back. I know where you sleep.”

“Well, I’d hope so.” Grian didn’t like that grin. “Be weird if you didn’t know where your brother was.”

And that was how Grian began to plan the death of Tango Tek.

[freedomfireflies]

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Yes!! I'm working on an enemies to lovers piece (equipped with a one bed trope) requested by @victoria-styles! It should be done tomorrow and I'm having so much fun, so I'm very grateful for the idea!! 😭💞

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Harry suddenly growls, and you vaguely see the outline of his body as he straightens up from the couch.

Curious, you watch as he stalks over to you, his large hand coming out to snatch onto the blankets and rip them back.

“Shit,” you breathe, recoiling away from the frigid air. “The fuck are you doing—”

“You won’t stop fucking shaking and it’s fucking annoying,” he snaps as he climbs onto the mattress beside you. “Move.”

A tad stunned, you blink at him. “I—seriously, what are you doing—”

“I’m trying to get some goddamn sleep,” he huffs, as if it were obvious. “But I can’t with your fucking teeth making so much goddamn noise. So, I’m gonna fucking hold you until you stop shivering.”

“Like hell you are,” you snort, already wiggling away from him. “The whole fucking point of us finding another room was so that we didn’t have to share a bed. Remember?”

“Yeah, well, that was before your teeth started doing the tango,” he retorts. “Now shut the fuck up and cuddle me.”

“I—Harry. I’m not going to cuddle you, that’s gross—”

“Oh, grow up. God, you are so fucking dramatic. We’re adults—”

“Yeah, but we’re not in fucking Twilight. Okay, Jacob? I don’t need your doggy heat to warm me up—”

“My doggy heat? The fuck does that even mean? I wasn’t gonna hold you doggy style—”

“Yeah, you’re not gonna hold me at all—”

“For fuck’s sake,” he seethes for a second time before his arm is extending across the space between your bodies to latch onto your hip and drag you closer.

You don’t have the time to protest before your face is being squished into his chest as he pulls the blankets back up. 

Your brain is the next thing to freeze as you take a moment to comprehend what the fuck just happened.

And why you aren’t fighting it.

Because much to your dismay…he’s right. Again. Instantly, this is significantly better, and you can already feel the movement return to your toes as you take a deep breath.

And suddenly, you realize that he’s…everywhere. Against you, around you, inside you. Well, his smell is, anyway. The subtle scent of his cologne making a home in your lungs.

And it’s…nice. A masculine vanilla, of sorts. Comforting.

…ew.

And while your first instinct is to reach up and shove him away…you don’t. Instead, your hands come to rest on his chest as you feel each curve and dip of his strong body. Maybe you’re too cold or too tired, but whatever the case, you don’t fight it.

“You can’t do this,” you choose to mumble, despite the fact that you do nothing to stop it.

He simply snorts under his breath. “Already am.”

You shift but don’t pull yourself out of his arms. “I can’t breathe.”

“You’ll get over it.”

Your eyes narrow, even though he can’t see you. 

For a moment, the dark room falls quiet. The sound of his breathing above you is soft and you feel his body rise and fall with each one. It nearly lulls you to sleep as the heat begins to surround you, much like his arms have.

“Why are you so mean to me?” you hear yourself whisper, momentarily stunned by the words that came from your own throat without permission.

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[fangirlingfromdownunder]

11th Day of Christmas

Christmas Baby

Summary/Prompt - Announcing your pregnancy at Christmas

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Christmas Masterlist | Masterlist

You’re sitting on the couch by the flickering electric fireplace cuddling up with your husband who is finally finished filming and conventions for the year. His hands rub comforting circles over your small, growing bump. The two of you are the only ones who know about it. You’ve managed to keep it a secret way longer than you originally anticipated but you just haven’t wanted the extra stress of the paparazzi trying to get a picture, so you’ve mostly stayed at home. Except your days of hiding must come to an end tomorrow. You and Jensen will be driving up to Dallas to spend Christmas with his family in the morning and you’re bound to get seen along the way. Not to mention that his family will know the second they see you. You’re only four months in, but with two little babies growing inside you, you started showing early.

“I like our little bubble. Do we have to pop it tomorrow?” you ask, breaking the comfortable silence.

“We’re not breaking the bubble, we’re just letting more people in. It’s my family, they’re going to be so excited. My mom just may be a little disappointed we didn’t tell her earlier. They will be her first grandbabies after all.”

“I’m just worried they’re gonna say it’s all too soon. We’ve only been married for just over six months.”

“Yeah, it happened fast, but it’s our life and I don’t regret it. Do you?”

You shake your head. “That night or getting pregnant with twins?”

“Either.”

You shake your head again. “Neither.”

“Then it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.”

You put your hands on top of his. “I love you. I’m so glad you’re home.”

“I’m all yours till the end of January. I mean, I’m always yours, but…”

“I know. I don’t know if I’m ready to share you with two more…”

“We got a few more months yet.”

“I know.”

He kisses your head softly. “Come on. We’ve got a big day tomorrow. Let’s go to bed.”

You scoot off his lap and he gets up. Jensen turns off the fireplace and lights and double checks the doors are locked before coming back to you. He holds his hands out to you and you take them letting him help you up. He pulls you in close and kisses you before leading you upstairs. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

While the drive up to Dallas is only around three hours long you feel exhausted sitting in the passenger seat. Jensen tries to distract you by singing loudly along with his playlist and rubbing your thigh. You laugh at him and are forever grateful. You’re beyond anxious about seeing his family in your current state, and you know he knows it and is trying to support you as much as possible. 

As you get closer to Dallas your anxiety bubbles up even more. Your leg starts to bounce. He turns the music down. 

“Hey, you know they love you. I’m sure they’ll be happy, excited even.”

“Maybe we should have told everyone earlier. It would be easier if…”

“Maybe we should, maybe we shouldn’t. We’re doing it today, on our terms. In our way.”

“I just don’t want your family to hate me or think that I forced you into this, or hate you because of me.”

Jensen finds a safe place to pull over and then looks over at you. He takes your hands in his. “Listen to me. You didn’t force anything on me. I have always been fully onboard. I want this. I want you and I want a family with you. No one is going to think otherwise, I won’t let them. It takes two to tango and if anyone says anything to you I’ll make sure they know that.”

“Thank you. I love you.”

He leans over and kisses you. “I love you too. I can’t wait to show you and that sexy bump off to my family.”

Sensing that you’re finally less stressed he puts the car back into gear and pulls back onto the freeway. 

Less than an hour later he pulls a park in the familiar driveway. There are two other cars in the front yard already, so you figure his siblings must have beat you there. Your anxiety begins to bubble up again at the thought of facing everyone at once. You know it’s mostly irrational and that they’re all lovely people and you all get along well but you can’t help your anxiety. Noticing the new wave instantly, Jensen shuts the engine off and grabs your hands. 

“Hey, look at me. I’m right here with you. I got you.” You look into his eyes and he leans over and kisses your cheek. “Come on. I know Josh and Mac are here early but it will be okay. They love you too. Sure they might tease, but it’ll be directed way more at me.”

“Alright, can we just get it over and done with already?”

“Come on then, Baby Momma. Let’s go.” He hops out of the car and walks around to get your door and help you out. He wraps an arm around your waist and leads you to the door. He knocks loudly and waits for someone to answer. He knows he could just go in, but he also knows you feel much more comfortable waiting, so he waits. He kisses the top of your head just as the door opens. 

“Jensen! Y/N! Welcome, come in!” his mom says as she opens the door. She gives you both a hug and then looks you up and down. She gives you both a knowing look but doesn’t say anything.

Jensen takes your hand, squeezes it and leads you inside following his mother. In the living room, you greet his father and siblings. They each take turns hugging you both and then you take a seat on the couch. You deliberately wore an oversized jacket to hide the bump but with the fire burning in the corner, it’s very warm. Jensen notices and offers to take your jacket and hang it up but you shake your head. 

Not knowing how else to ease your anxiety he pats your knee and then stands up pulling you with him. “I know we’re all here for Christmas but Y/N and I actually have an announcement we’d like to make.” He takes your coat then and drapes it over the back of the couch before placing a hand on your stomach. 

His mother gasps happily. “I’m gonna be a grandmother?”

You both nod. Then you add, “Times two…”

“Twins?” Mackenzie squeals.

You both nod again. 

“You two always have been in a rush,” his dad says as he stands up. 

You bite your lip, but he comes over and gives you both another hug and then everyone else joins in. They all take turns congratulating you and feeling the small bump. You know then that your anxiety was misplaced and are reminded that you chose the right man with a good family.

Jensen kisses your cheek and then says, “Yeah, well, when you find the right one, why wait?”

[neko-naruto]

lazy day

summary: Tango goes to work sick, his lovers/co-workers do not approve of this and take it upon themselves to help him feel better

tags: mild sickfic, cuddling, just a lot of fluff!

authors note: yes this is propaganda for the @tangotekshipbracket yes i am once again asking you all to vote Poly Postal, remember kids! for every round they advance i'll write a fic for them! that said hope ya enjoy

Tango feels like shit. Stuffiness blocking up his head and an achy throb in his veins. He hasn't gotten sick like this in a long time, he was sure that the body heat would burn out any illness before it could take effect.

Guess not.

He still trudges to the post office on shaky feet, he's gotta make it to work. He needs to. They can't be the Postal Pals if he isn't there to be the third member.

But when he arrives they don't look happy to see him, Etho's fur stands on end and Pearl looks vaguely horrified. Is he reverting to something less human? Is he still a human? Or is he just really, really sick?

"Tango what are you doing here?" Pearl asked as she practically ran over to him, holding his face gently only to recoil at the heat.

"I'm here to do some work," Tango answered with curtly.

"God, Tango, you look like shit," Etho sighed out.

"Thanks."

"You don't need to come to work if you're sick," Pearl said, practically urging that he doesn't. Is he gonna listen to her? Pshaw, no way, he's got work to do.

"I'll just do less today," Tango said, "C'mon, I'm fine."

"You're a fire hazard right now," Pearl laughed a bit as she spoke, "Tango, go take a soak or something, cool off for a bit."

"But-"

"No buts! I'm calling off the days work so we can go swim the lake."

"I didn't bring a bathing suit..."

"I have spare suits for all of us so you can get it wet."

-/-/-/-

A cold soak doesn't work miracles in the way Pearl hoped it would but it definitely cleared up the congestion in Tango's head. He looks less like he'll keel over at any given moment and more like he just needs a nap.

"Feel any better?" Etho asked from the shore, refusing to submerge himself any further than the knees because it takes forever for all nine tails to dry out. He enjoys watching Pearl and Tango float in the deeper end regardless of that.

Tango raises a hand to give a thumbs up from where he rest laid on Pearl's back. She also gives a thumbs up from where she floats just under the surface, fully submerged aside from the fin on her tail. Sea creatures, Etho doesn't understand them.

"The waters great!" Tango called out voice still somewhat hoarse but enthusiastic regardless.

"I'm sure it is!" Etho called back to Tango.

Pearl swam her way back to the surface, holding up Tango so he wouldn't sink. "Really, Etho! It's amazing, you gotta try it!"

"I think I'll have to pass," Etho said, "Takes forever to get my tails dried off."

"I can help!" Tango said.

"You're sick!" Etho shot back.

"Burning off excess heat helps make me not as sick."

"Alright, alright, I'll do some swimming."

Both Pearl and Tango shout a brief 'yay!' as they watch Etho trudge ever closer before reverting to doggypaddling out to the deeper ends. His tails float on top of the water until he flops onto his back to starfish float.

"Happy?" Etho asked.

"Very," Tango answered with.

Pearl splashed Etho with water and watched with glee as he sputtered and tried to splash her back.

-/-/-/-

Etho spends the rest of the day chatting with Pearl, Tango curled up in the expanse of his tails. Slowly but surely drying them off, water evaporating under the heat of his body. Potential illness be damned Etho wouldn't deny a free snuggle session, especially not with Pearl painting his nails at the same time.

Bright colors, brighter than expected on him. A simple striking red with a white accent on his pointer finger. He liked it, reminded him of home.

"Hey, Tango?" Etho began quietly, shifting a tail as he spoke.

Tango gave a small sleepy sound, "Yeah?"

"How you holding up, bud?" Etho asked.

"'M still sick, feeling better though," Tango answered with before curling up even more in the coils of Etho's tails, his arms wrapped around Etho's waist.

"Don't worry, we'll be here all day long for ya," Pearl said with a grin on her face.

Tango lets out a small laugh-esque sound against Etho's back, "Love you guys."

"Love you too," Pearl said, "So does Etho."

"Yep," Etho said as he propped a tail a bit more to act as a pillow for Tango's head. Sick as he may be this is nice, they'd rather be doing this then doing work any day of the week.

[plussizeappreciationfics]

OS: I´m gonna miss you

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Black plus size reader

Request: WAIT I NEED YOU TO MAKE A COME BACK REAL QUICK... BABY DADDY YOONGI BOUT TO GO TO THE ARMY AND I NEED A FIC 🤧😭 ON MY KNEES PLEASE 🙏🏼🙏🏼

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Warning(s): typos probably lmao, NSFW 🔞, unprotected sex

The silence in the room is comforting, the soft sounds of the outside world not creeping into the bedroom. You and Yoongi are lying in bed, holding each other tightly while no one spoke a word. Tears are brimming in your eyes as you keep reminding yourself that these beautiful moments will only be present a few more times before your love will have to start his military services.

“I know what you’re thinking my love….” Yoongi whispers, his warm breath dancing across your shoulder as he pulls your warm and soft body closer to his. His arms wrap themselves tighter around your thick waist as the feeling of peace and comfort almost makes him doze off. You’re facing the bedroom window, a sad sigh leaving your body as all you can do is shrug your shoulders.

“I will miss you so much” you gently say, closing your eyes and drinking in the touch of your boyfriend. “You will see me every day, there´s no need to worry”, Yoongi claims with a soft chuckle following his statement.

You can’t help but grumble before turning your body towards him.

“This will be different. I will miss you, your music and the hyungs…It’s like a whole new era is starting”.

Your boyfriend stares deeply into your eyes, his hand now slowly making its way up to your face, where his fingers start tracing the lines of your delicate lips. His eyes can’t help but focus on them as the urge to melt them with his own lips together slowly takes over him.

“I know, but I am still here…”.

“It’s just weird’”, you confess with a sigh. “You will be very busy the next two years…”.

Before you can continue, Yoongi leans in closer and kisses you softly, his tender lips brushing against yours while a soft moan leaves his lips. He can’t get enough of your softness, your taste. You. Your eyelids become automatically heavy as you kiss him back, wrapping your arms around Yoongi’s neck and pulling him closer, the intense wave of pleasantry creeping its way through your body.

His hand start roaming your waist, tracing and gently caressing your skin while a soft groan leaves his lips. He can’t stop kissing you, he drinks you in while his head slowly starts to turn from the love and pleasure he’s filled with.

“I am still here”, Yoongi whispers in between the now longer and more passionate kisses. His tongue slowly asks permission to enter your mouth by sliding across your bottom lip. That movement makes you whimper in pleasure while you open your mouth, allowing your tongues to dance a slow and longing tango with one another. Your heartbeat starts increasing as the lust slowly fills you up, a deep longing coming from your heart and from below your waist.

“I want you, my love. Please let me feel you” your boyfriend whispers after pulling away from your lips and staring deeply into your eyes. God those fucking beautiful eyes of his, you think to yourself while nodding your head and instantly laying down on your back. You’re silently grateful that you weren’t wearing many clothes.

It took Yoongi a few swift movements before the two of you were naked, rubbing each other’s body so gently, yet urgently while your wetness gathered in between your thighs. Your boyfriend didn’t waste any time, as soon as he was positioned in between your now spread legs, he gently let the tip of his cock rest against your entrance. The slight pressure making you whine in pleasure while wrapping your arms around Yoongi’s neck.

The two of you stared lovingly at one another, admiring your combined beauty, and letting the silence voice all the passion and longing you were feeling for one another.

“Please”, you begged, staring to get desperate for that sensation.

Yoongi smiled widely, showing all of his shiny pearls. The sight made your heart flutter in your chest as you couldn’t imagine falling for him even more, but here you were proving the complete opposite.

He gently thrusted his hips forwards while gasping loudly, always being instantly overwhelmed by your indescribable tightness and warmth. Your inner walls immediately welcomed his cock, slowly stretching out and taking him completely in.

“God, you feel so amazing”, the two of you whispered at the same time before giggling. Yoongi lowered his head and pressed his lips against yours, slowly moving his hips in a delicately slow rhythm. All you could do was lie there and take it all in, the beautiful sensation of being so close to your love.

The room slowly got filled with your love sounds, your whimpers of pleasure, grunts of greed and gasps of surprises whenever your boyfriend thrusted the tip of his cock against your weak spot. You couldn’t help but curl your toes and moan breathlessly in between the longing kisses, getting drunk on these amazing sensations.

Yoongi suddenly surprises you by increasing the pace of his hips, snapping them tightly against yours while your fingernails dug themselves deeper into his skin. “God”, you breathlessly moan out loud, feeling the delicious knot slowly forming in the pit of your stomach. A sensation you were addicted to.

“Look at you. So fucking beautiful while taking all of me in” Yoongi praises while staring down at your beautiful face. He can’t get enough of the sight of you, and the warm sensation creeping up his thick cock confirms it.

“Look at me” he begs while his moans get louder and louder.

“Look at me and tell me that you love me”, he begs.

“I love you” you moan while clenching your eyes shut and throwing your head back into your pillow. You spread your legs wider and grind your thick hips against your boyfriend, allowing his cock to even go deeper inside you.

“I love you, I love this” you whimper, getting closer and closer to your high, wishing that it would throw you away into a world of pure ecstasy. Beads of sweat are starting to form on your bodies as your movements become quicker and sloppier by the second. You love how you’re pushed deeper into the mattress with every thrust, Yoongi praising your beauty while weakly moaning out your name and promising that he will fill you up, vowing that you will receive every drop of lust his body will produce.

The delicious knot is getting tighter and tighter by the second, making your head spin from all the pleasure roaming and rushing through your body. You can’t help but cry your boyfriend’s name out loud while-

“[Y/N]? Are you okay?”, Jin’s voice snaps you out of your daydream, making you jump and gasp in complete shock. You quickly scan your surroundings and slowly start to remember that you’re in the middle of your favorite café, having lunch with your best friend and other BTS member Jin.

He looks at you with a worried look, scanning your face and silently wondering where your mind had drifted to because he had been trying to get your attention for almost five minutes now. “I’m fine” you nervously chuckle, trying to play off the fact that your sex was drenched and your heart was pounding frantically against your ribcage, your body yearning for Yoongi.

“Are you sure?”.

“Yes, just had to think about something…”.

“Okay…” Jin gave you a suspicious look before taking a sip of his americano and shrugging his shoulders, glad that your attention was back on him.

“As I was saying, Yoongi’s girlfriend is thinking about planning a private celebration dinner for Yoongi Hyung. I think that that’s a nice way for us to say goodbye and support him on his new journey”.

His words made you want to roll your eyes and throw up in your mouth as the jealousy quickly consumed you in a span of a few seconds. “Yeah, I agree. I’ll message her later so we can plan a budget and see what the other hyungs will contribute”, you answered in a monotone, pretending to be captivated by the idea while nodding your head.

“Awesome”, Jin grinned, winking at you, and blowing you a kiss when you rolled your eyes at him. “How about we go for a walk, I could use some fresh air”, you suggested, the desperate need to distract yourself getting more and more intense. “Say less” your best friend agrees before quickly putting some bills on the table and standing up to put his jacket on. You quietly copied his actions, patiently checking if the two of you had all your belongings before leaving the café.

“Oh and [Y/N]?” Jin speaks after getting closer to you and linking your arms together, a somewhat naughty smile on his face. “If you want to get over Yoongi and need to release some tension, I’ll gladly help you…”.

A lump of saliva forms in your throat as your eyes widen in shock, you were caught. Jin winks at you while gently tugging you along with him down the street, blowing a happy tune while knowing that his mission was accomplished. All you can do is stare the side of his face.

“Well…then let´s go to my place” you whisper in excitement and nervousness as you’re about to make some new and pleasant experiences.

-Emmanuelle♥️

[fountainpenguin]

"Now you've used up all your luck! It's time to get what you deserve! I'm holding out for karma..." (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 19 - “Extinguish (Cleo, Grian, Bdubs)”

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💛 Start from Chapter 1

💚 More Pixels Imperfect fics

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Cleo and Tango take off with Jimmy and his super nice friends hard on their heels. Grian and BigB talk about 100-day courtship customs as they debate whether it's time to go their separate ways. Also, Impulse and Bdubs discuss feelings in the rain or something, idk.

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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ZombieCleo - Salmon

Quarry: MumboJumbo

Hunter: Renthedog

Allegiance: Lush Cave Alliance

💚 💛 ❤️

Stumbling down the pokey-hole passageways, shoving feet in boots, is far from the way Cleo wanted to be spending Truce Night. Running's hell when you're a partial fish person with webbed toes, actually. She's got a newfound respect for however Scott pulled it off in Limited Life.

Tango sprints ahead. He's the first to reach the end of the tunnel- he spins his pickaxe into his hand with a swirl of white light and starts hacking at a patch of coal. Cleo, cheeks all puffed, glances back. Water gushes across the floor. A bucket would've been nice. Tango's got all their buckets.

"Oh, we should've grabbed the water-"

There's no time for that now. A pillager with a loaded crossbow drops and fires another shot. Cleo slams flat against the wall. The bolt grazes past their cheek. Geez. She unsheathes her sword in a crackle of sparks. Their shield flashes to their other arm. Tango's behind them, yelling that he's carved a doorway they can crawl through. But, see… It's only one pillager.

That patrol doesn't see Jimmy as a threat. They see him as a captain. If they're player-managed instead of AI-led, that's gonna bite- Not many opportunities to get this close-

"I'm fine!" Cleo charges forward, sword arm reared behind her. Oh, it totally leaves her an open, gaping target, but that's what shields are for. The pillager doesn't even blink before launching another crossbow shot. The bolt thuds against wood. Cleo slashes down. The pillager flashes with the hit and Jimmy's shriek sets every scale down her tail bristling on end.

She goes in for the stab. A second blur plunges into the water and Cleo veers their attention, only to clash swords with Jimmy. The angle's awkward- backhanded on their part, actually. Jimmy's left-handed and he nailed the hit. Her sword goes flying. It clatters down the wall. Jimmy's eyes scream bright and violet in the dark. Her own green glow reflects off his clenched and hissing teeth. A second pillager drops down, thumping around the limited elbow room like a squash ball.

"Jimmy, stop playing- What are you doing? You can't" - (Duck, stumble backwards, shield struggling against the assault of a crossbow and a sword at the exact same time) - "Why are you here? Oh, you are so suspended from my class!" With a finger flutter, she summons her sword from the ground and back to her hand.

"Sorry, Cleo! I did break your beds!" Jimmy rears back, but instead of his sword, he kicks the heel of his boot directly down the center of her shield. Cleo staggers back again and barely gets it up in time to deflect two crossbow bolts in a row. Tango yells from down the hall, but from the sound of it, he's digging a tunnel. Wants them to join. Thank gods he didn't disappear down one of those side paths- I'd never find him in time.

"You're on purple! You can't do this!"

"I'm not, I'm not! It's them!" This time, Jimmy flips his sword and ominous banner to opposite hands. The banner's wrapped around a long pole of reddish jungle wood. He rears it behind his head and brings it slamming down like a blade. Cleo jerks back, feet skidding on wet stone. She smashes her shield against his skull. Jimmy yelps. The pillagers grunt, pressing closer to him. They look like baby birds on the prowl for warmth. Gods. A third drops from above and Tango yells again. One crossbow shot catches her on the shoulder. She's low- Oh, she's so friggin' low-

"TANGO!"

"I'm here!"

Right. Cleo shuffles backwards, fumbling through her absolutely meager food supply. She stocked up on half a dozen salmon in the river, but Ren and Bdubs were there and that's all she got. At least she took the liberty of cutting her meat in advance. She shoves two small chunks in her mouth. Jimmy…

Jimmy's blinking, clutching one hand against his left eye. He slumps against the wall. Cleo, with a breath, turns and sprints down the hall towards Tango. Boots slam and clunk on every step and her webbed toes pinch against the tip. Tango races towards her, yelling and holding up his shield.

"Eat! EAT!"

"Okay!"

Tango shoves past, taking the next pillager shot dead-on. Cleo hurries past him, scarfing down salmon, and ducks inside his tiny cave. Tango keeps pace as best he can, hustling backwards in a crouch. The pillagers flicker… then turn to look at Jimmy. Their bows hitch up. Jimmy's mouth drops down. Instantly, he's fumbling the banner between his hands again.

"No, no, no! I'm your captain, see? See?"

That's the last glimpse she catches before Tango slips inside the cave and Cleo blocks the whole behind him with rough cobble. There's no time for panting or even high-fives. As one unit, they turn and start mining their way through the dark. Cleo fills the path behind them and Tango digs down.

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Grian - Enderman

Quarry: Smajor1995

Hunter: Smallishbeans

Allegiance: Jungle Duo

The lush cave's huge and multi-leveled. All the tunnels are damp and tangled (and smell like warm salt and rotting squid flesh), but Grian's determination never falters. Nope, nope, nope- not even once. This is his server now, and even the underground bows its neck to see its admin. He strides down every passage with his sword bouncing at his hip. The torch broils against his skin. It even leaves his gums dry through his cheek. Tsk…

At one point, he passes a tiny cave with nothing but a red-sheeted bed. No one's asleep beneath the sheets, though they're kicked to the side like they've been used. A moment's digging reveals no hidden chests in the walls or floor, so Grian kicks the bed until it pops into its dollhouse-sized duplicate, then pockets it in his inventory. Might as well. He moves on again. No way is he setting spawn down here considering where he's got his respawn flag at the moment. That would ruin everything. He'll sleep on the dang floor if he has to.

The sound of trickling water is ever-present down here, made worse by the rain up above ground. Grian uses that as a guideline, sinking deeper into the caves. BigB's still wrapped in blaze traits right now, and since he went to bed - Sweet dreams! - he's definitely outside the Nether. Apparently Tango and Pearl had their portal somewhere down here, and BigB's blaze instinct would be to escape the water…

Aha.

[Cnt'd on AO3 - Link at top]