#thank you suit again for this addition REALLY captures the feeling

[kentm4nsley]

[acacia-may]

Also, dropping this in your asks because I came across it while doing research for a paper! I feel like it suits you and your blog so well. (I know you have knowledge about flower symbolism and probably know this already but I wanted to share! 🩷)

Aww this is so sweet!! Thank you so much for thinking of me and sending this in, friend. It means a lot to me that you think so highly and so positively of my blog! 💕 These are all such lovely things to be associated with and are all themes I really try to capture in my writing so I’m really flattered to hear they made you think of me & my blog (in addition to my name!) 🥰

I’ve always been very interested in flower symbolism—maybe it’s in my blood lol 😅 I think I’ve mentioned before that my family’s business is a florist shop and greenhouses. (I’ve never worked there though). I’ll admit that I’m not the best at gardening myself though I do have 3 pet cacti named Rantaro, Harley, and Kel and they’re doing great! 😁😂 I love flowers a lot though and try to incorporate them into a lot of my stories. I think it’s one of my biggest go to motifs besides inclement weather and brothers getting along. 😊

Thank you so much again for this! You’re so kind and this really brightened my day! Cheers!! 💖

[bastetwastaken]

Okay, so for the prompts: I’ve been thinking recently it could be really fun to write a NSFW one-shot which plays entirely on a single train ride. One character comes up to the other (they don’t know each other) and goes “Ever had sex on a train?”

Could also work for airplanes, and it would just be “Hey, wanna join the mile high club with me?” or something?

Either way, if it sparks your imagination: this but monarch. I’ll let you pick who comes up to the other, and whether or not they’ll exchange contacts after :D ❤️

You, my friend, are a bad influence...but I love it.

This one got loooooooong, but I hope you enjoy it! This was very very fun to write and hopefully it's also fun to read and doesn't get me into too much trouble on here...

-----Explicit under the cut ----- Additional stuff you should be aware of: Semi(?)Public sex, top Yami, Atem has a little bit of an existential crisis but he's okay I promise.

He sighed as he boarded the same train he did every night after work, thankful that it was a little quieter than usual. He found himself a seat with extra legroom and where people were less likely to want to sit, not feeling like making idle conversation this evening. 

Atem placed his bag on the seat next to him and relaxed, feeling the tiredness seeping into his bones from the work day. Thankfully it was Friday, it would be the weekend tomorrow and he could sleep. 

The train doors closed and the seats facing him stayed blessedly empty. He pulled his book out of his bag and settled in for his long ride home. 

When the train stopped at the next station he looked up briefly as some more passengers boarded. He was about to look back to his book when he saw someone much more interesting than the usual people in suits he saw on this train. 

The mess of red hair on his head was the first thing Atem noticed, looking down as the man walked away from where he was sitting he saw a light red leather jacket, tight black jeans and heeled boots. 

This guy was very much his type, the clothes, the coloured hair… the man turned around and took a seat in full view from where he was sitting… the face. 

Oh, this man was gorgeous.

As the train moved off again he tried to focus on the words on the page but couldn’t help looking back toward where the handsome stranger was sitting. He just …wanted to look at him. 

The first few times he looked up the man was looking down at his phone and Atem managed to not look up from his book again for a full five minutes. 

He re-read the first sentence of the page he was on several times but couldn't shake the feeling that someone was looking at him. He glanced up, automatically looking in the direction of the handsome stranger and saw him look back down at his phone quickly. 

Atem frowned and returned to his book. A few seconds later he felt that stare again and looked up faster, this time catching the  eye for a moment before the other looked away. 

He smiled to himself and looked back down at his book. His stomach filled with butterflies and he allowed himself a moment to collect his thoughts before he looked back up again. 

This time the man was looking back at him, a small smile on his face. He didn't know what to do but he really wanted to do something… 

The man looked away from him shyly for a moment and Atem couldn't help but smile as their eyes met again. His smile was returned along with a small wave. 

Atem laughed quietly and waved back, the man laughed too then winked at him and Atem blushed, looking back down at his book with a huge smile on his face. 

He wondered if he should get up and walk over there, speak to this man who had captured his attention. 

The train slowed to a stop again and the man he’d been admiring from afar stood up, hanging his jacket over his arm and bag on his shoulder and Atem felt his heart drop into his stomach. 

He was leaving, and he hadn’t asked him for his number or his name or even said a single word to him and now he wouldn’t have the chance. 

The man was looking at him as he walked up the carriage though and he considered jumping up and asking him right then for some way to contact him…any way to contact him… but he didn’t. 

Instead of stopping at the doors and getting off the train, the man continued walking down the carriage, toward where he was sitting and he wasn’t sure whether to look away or keep staring at this gorgeous stranger. 

The man gave him a warm smile as he slid effortlessly into the seat opposite Atem and his heart was starting to beat faster, he took a deep breath and tried to return the smile in a natural way. 

“I thought we’d both be able to get a better look at each other like this.” The man said, a confident edge to his voice which Atem would give anything to hear more of. 

“Oh?” Atem laughed and tilted his head to the side curiously. “And what do you think now you’re here?” 

The man hummed, leaning back in the seat and looking Atem up and down slowly, a smirk on his face. 

“I think you look even more gorgeous close up.” The man said smoothly. 

The soft smirk on his lips combined with the confident way the man spoke and the words themselves had him all but melting into the seat under him. 

“A compliment coming from someone as lovely as you.” Atem said quietly. 

The man laughed and stretched his legs out, letting them rest against the side of Atems' own. 

“My name’s Yami.” The man told him. “What should I call you, other than beautiful?” 

“Atem.” He said, “Although I wouldn’t mind you calling me beautiful at all as long as I get to compliment you in return.” 

“I like you Atem.” Yami said with a smile, his legs moving to brush against Atems again. “Long train rides are usually boring, but this one is turning out to be quite interesting.” 

He was thankful that he had managed to hold it together so well even when Yami was being so…attractive. He couldn’t quite believe that he was sitting there opposite him and calling him beautiful, warm leg pressed to his, giving him looks which only made him feel even hotter in the already stifling train carriage and work clothes. 

“I couldn’t agree more.” He said, moving to brush his foot against the back of Yamis leg. He smiled when Yami laughed. 

Yami was looking down at his body so casually again and he knew he was blushing. He shifted forward so he could slide off his jacket. 

“I don’t often have that effect on people.” Yami said. 

“I just thought you’d like a better view.” Atem shrugged as he folded his jacket over his bag. “Plus, it’s getting kind of hot in here.” 

“It could be hotter.” Yami said quietly, biting his lip as he shifted again. Atem felt one of his boots brush against the back of his thigh and he laughed. 

“I bet it could be.” He said. 

Common sense made a brief appearance and he looked around the carriage, thankful to see it was empty and no one would have to bear witness to the way Yami was trying to turn him into a puddle. 

“You look so cute when you’re flustered.” Yami’s voice was light and teasing. He looked back to him to find an amused smile on that gorgeous face, eyes full of mischief staring back at him. “I wonder how much more I could make you blush…” 

He laughed breathlessly. It was so warm in that damn carriage now, he felt like his face was on fire, his chest felt the same and his heart had to be close to breaking his ribs. 

Yami stood up, stretching his arms above his head and Atem appreciated the way the shirt he was wearing rode up over his stomach, and he wanted to touch him so badly. 

“These seats are so uncomfortable.” Yami said as he arched his back, stretching a little more. Atem bit his lip to stop himself saying something too inappropriate. 

The train slowed down suddenly and Yami fell forward toward him. Atem instinctively brought his hands up to catch him, they landed on Yami’s waist and the other man laughed as he looked down at him. 

One of Yamis knees was on the seat next to him, his hands against Atems' shoulders and he was almost sitting in his lap. With a confident smirk Yami shifted to bring his other knee up onto the seat so he was now straddling Atems lap. 

“Hmm,” Yami bit his lip as he moved his hands down Atems arms. “Not how I expected this to happen, but I’m not complaining.” 

Atem laughed softly, looking back into those gorgeous eyes, their faces were so close together and he so badly wanted to lean a little closer, to kiss Yami. 

“You expected this?” Atem teased. 

He felt Yami grip his wrists, pushing his hands slowly down his body to his hips and then they slid back up his arms and came to rest against his face. 

“Sooner or later.” Yami said, a confident smirk on those kissable lips. 

Atem laughed again, sliding his hands around to Yamis back and daring to pull him closer. Yami responded by sitting fully in his lap, biting his lip as he moved closer. Atem met him halfway. 

The kiss was desperate, and he hadn’t expected it to be that way at all, but it set his body on fire all the same. Yamis hands were in his hair, pulling harshly to force him further back against the seat he was occupying. 

When Yami moved away Atem took a shaky breath, mind still reeling from the harsh kiss. His hands were gripping the back of Yamis shirt like a lifeline, an attempt to ground himself and hope his body got the message to calm down. 

Yami smiled at him, brushing their lips together as he sighed softly, the hands in his hair tightened and tilted his head to the side. 

“So.” Yami said quietly, his lips brushing lightly over the skin of his neck and coming to top against his ear. “Ever had sex on a train?”

Those words produced an audible gasp, he hadn’t expected that question, and really he had no idea if Yami was actually offering that or simply asking him a strange question. 

“No.” He said, a breathless gasp leaving his lips as Yami placed soft kisses along his neck, his hands moving to the bottom of Yamis shirt, fingers slipping under the fabric to brush against hot skin. 

“Wanna find out what it’s like?” Yami asked, grinding his hips down against his slowly. 

He had to bite back a moan but he still pulled Yami closer, trying to form a response to that through the lust quickly clouding his mind. 

“What…here?” He asked. 

Yami laughed and moved his lips slowly down his neck, back toward his jaw where teeth playfully nipped at his skin. 

“I was thinking the bathroom would be safer…” Yami said. 

That made much more sense. 

"Oh yeah." He laughed and then sighed when Yami slid off his lap and stood up, holding a hand out to him. 

"Join me?" Yami asked playfully. 

……..

Yami pressed him back against the door of the bathroom, their lips met in fast clumsy kisses but he didn’t care for finesse right now. He just wanted Yami closer. 

He pulled at Yamis clothes, quickly tugging open his belt and starting on his pants. He’d never done this in his life, the most adventurous place he’d had sex was on a kitchen table, but this… 

This was thrilling. 

Atem felt dizzy with how quickly his body was reacting to this complete stranger, but he wanted more. 

“I usually top.” Yami said between harsh kisses as he pulled Atems pants open. 

“Fine by me.” He breathed out, hands finally finding their way inside Yamis pants. He pressed his palm against Yami’s hardening cock, pleased with himself when he earned a soft moan in response. 

Yami met his movements with his own, deft fingers tugging open his belt and pants, wrapping loosely around his cock and forcing a moan from his lips. Atem didn’t know what words were anymore. 

He was so lost in the feeling of Yamis lips on his and the hand on him that he didn’t fully register where they were anymore, that this was very much not an appropriate place for a quick fuck, but he also couldn’t find it in him to care. 

Yami’s lips moved away from his, down to his neck, soft kisses and bites trailed down to the collar of his shirt which was pulled roughly out of the way for better access. He gasped as Yami stepped away from him, giving him a much needed moment to catch his breath. 

The confident smirk was back on Yami’s face as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a bright red packet and holding it up in front of him. 

“This is okay right?” Yami asked. 

Atem nodded, thoughts racing through his mind and fueling the desperation he was already feeling. Yami raised an eyebrow at him, still not touching him and not moving closer like Atem wanted him to and he took another deep breath. 

“Yes.” He whispered. Then Yami’s hands were on him again, turning him and pressing him back against the door, shoving his pants further out of the way and teasingly running over his ass. 

He had no patience for this right now, and neither did Yami it seemed because before his brain could catch up with what was about to happen the first finger was pressing into him slowly. 

“Is this…” Yami’s voice was soft beside his ear as another finger stretched him out  and he sighed in irritation. 

“Fuck, yes, keep going.” He gasped. 

Yami moved his fingers faster and he moaned, letting his head fall against the door he was pressed against. 

“Yami.” He gasped, moving his hips back to meet each thrust of Yamis fingers into him. He was sure he’d never been this turned on, this desperate but he loved it. 

Atem moaned when Yamis fingers were removed and replaced with his cock quickly. When Yami pressed inside him it took his breath away for a moment. His brain was struggling to catch up with what was happening and all he could do was try to keep himself standing. 

Luckily Yami was there to help, a firm grip on his hips helped keep him upright. This was so much different to what he was used to. 

"Atem." Yami breathed out his name against the skin of his neck as he pressed closer, his chest against Atems back, no space left between them. "Are you-" 

"Don't you dare ask if I'm okay. Move…just…" He paused, a short desperate moan leaving his lips when Yami pressed his hips impossibly closer. "Fuck me." 

Yami laughed breathlessly and did exactly as he asked. The hands on his hips held him tight, pushing and pulling to meet each hard thrust and Atem was happy to let him control the pace. 

Each time Yamis hips snapped into him a moan was forced from his throat and if he could think clearly maybe he'd care to try and be quiet, but he wasn't thinking clearly at all. 

Neither was Yami. 

They both moaned with each thrust, gasps filled the space in between and it was so hot in that small space Atem felt sweat against his back where Yamis warm chest was pressed tight against him. 

This was so far from romantic, it was dirty, rough and quick but it made him feel so much more than any other encounter had. 

"Fuck, Atem, I'm-" Yami moaned loudly, his hands tightening even more on Atems hips. 

He was so close, but his arms were trapped between his chest and the door and he didn't want Yami to stop, didn't want to change the angle to move. 

"I can't…" He said, moaning as Yami thrust into him harder. "I need…" 

Words weren't his friend at the moment so he just had to hope Yami knew what he meant. Thankfully he did. 

A hand released his hip and slid around to his front, wrapping around his cock and stroking quickly and that was everything he needed to push him over the edge he'd been hanging on. 

"Yami-" He gasped, pressing his hips back against Yami's, his body arching toward him as he came. 

He barely had time to gather himself again before Yami was back to tightly holding his hips, driving into him hard and fast. 

Atem breathed out a moan when Yami wrapped his arms around his chest, pulling him closer as he pressed impossibly deeper and moaned Atems name against his ear. 

His body shook against Yamis as the other tensed against him, gasping out his name breathlessly and fuck he wanted to hear that more often.

Preferably on a bed next time where his arms wouldn't ache from being trapped against an unforgiving surface and the surroundings didn't smell like artificial flowers and bleach. 

Next time. 

He took a breath and tried to talk some sense into himself. Yamis hands slowly sliding up his chest distracted him though and he sighed happily. 

Soft kisses were placed to the side of his neck and jaw, he closed his eyes and laughed softly. 

Yami moved away from him after another moment of stillness and despite himself Atem missed him. 

He cleared his throat awkwardly and pulled his pants back up, turning to Yami who was doing the same. 

"What do you think then?" He asked with a smile. 

"Of sex on a train or sex with you?" Yami smirked at him, smoothing his shirt back out. 

"Surprise me." He laughed as he tucked his shirt back into his pants. 

Yami smiled at him then stepped closer, a gentle hand against his cheek. Atem held his breath for a moment then sighed happily when Yami pressed their lips together. 

The softness of this kiss was such a sharp contrast to those they'd shared before that it left him breathless. 

"Best I've ever had." Yami said quietly as he moved away. 

Atem wasn’t sure he knew how to respond to that, so he just laughed, grinning like an idiot before Yami reached past him to open the door and they had to walk back to their seats. At least the train was quiet and no one saw them enter or leave the bathroom together.

He fell back into his seat heavily, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips. For some reason he assumed Yami would sit opposite him again but he was pleasantly surprised when he took the seat next to him instead. 

He felt ready to explode with happiness when Yami leaned against his side, hugging his arm and settling against him. He was in new territory here… did they talk? Pretend that had never happened? Exchange numbers? 

He had no idea. His stop was next though and although they had a few minutes before the train would reach it, he felt like everything was about to end too soon. Maybe this was all just some strange dream and he’d wake up in his bed in his apartment alone as always. 

The train slowed again and he sighed sadly, nudging Yami away from him reluctantly. 

“This is my stop.” He said by way of explanation. Yami looked out of the window and laughed. 

“It’s mine too actually.” Yami told him as he stood up and grabbed his things. 

Atem smiled, maybe he still had a chance to ask Yami for his number, to say something to him and make everything make sense…but how?

He followed Yami off the train, they walked up the stairs together and out of the exit and then they both just…stopped. 

“Um-”

“I-” 

They both spoke at the same time and then laughed. Yami shook his head. “You first.” He said. 

“Oh…well I was wondering, if you live around here too…would you like to get coffee sometime?” Atem asked awkwardly, convinced Yami was going to tell him he was being stupid and that what happened on the train was just that and nothing more. 

Instead though, Yami smiled at him, stepped forward and leaned into him. A soft kiss was placed on his cheek and Yami stepped back. 

“I’d love to.” He said.

[frozen-fountain]

WIP Soundtrack Tag

Thank you for the tag, @vcaudley; in return I offer anyone who feels like sharing their tunes the chance to jump in.

It took me a minute to put this together, and in the meantime, @hrh-spinach requested I do the ten songs one again so I'm looking at this as combining the two. But these are the songs I've been playing the most while working on this thing, a longer story about Tifa and Cloud post-OG canon. But I've also thrown in a few that are anthems for this series as a whole.

Ain't it Funny by Danny Brown This is the vibe. Making up for the teenage years you lost to trauma and imprisonment with reckless sex and drug use is all fun and games until it isn't; the whole album exemplifies this, in addition to just being one of my favourites, but this track. This track! The way the trumpet line keeps on shifting and becomes increasingly urgent and siren-like as the song goes on - it's perfect.

Phenom by Thao and the Get Down Stay Down I chose this to exemplify the anger that comes with any sort of self-awakening or actualisation, aimed at the world and on some level at yourself for not allowing it before. And I apply that to the whole village the story takes place in, compromised mostly of the denizens of an oppressed undercity who barely escaped the near-apocalypse event that made their former home its epicentre. (As an aside, I'd never looked up the video for this before, and I love it!)

Ghosts in My Heart by Mariee Sioux Zooming back in on our protagonists now. Two people who've come a long way from where they were, but whose journey to that increase in self-awareness has given them a whole new set of baggage to work through. And doing that work is even harder when you're surrounded by a slew of people hailing you as heroes, leaders, saviours, and new best friends.

Sleep is a Curse by Maudlin of the Well This one featured in my last fic soundtrack tag post as a default Cloud song, but here it is again. The conflicted and guilty thoughts he's wrestling with while trying his best to implement the healthier ways of being he's learned and to show up for the community they're trying to build.

Hyper-Ballad by Björk Related to the above; when you're finally able to breathe freely in a place that's safe and secure, are you going to do that difficult work of self-examination about the role you were led to place on yourself... or are you going to find a whole new one to sink yourself into? Tifa is no longer working herself to the bone trying to keep the party together - instead, her need to always be providing a service means she's doing it for a whole village instead!

Flower's Grave by Tom Waits I feel like the title alone is completely self-explanatory if you're of even passing familiarity with these characters.

Hello Stranger by Julia Holter This is one of my absolute favourite cover songs I've ever heard. She took the melancholic tinge of the original tune turned into this haunting, surreal, Badalamenti-esque dirge and I absolutely love it. For my purposes, I'm using it to represent Tifa and Cloud's first reunion in Midgar. It's beautiful, dreamlike, soothing - but still an illusion.

Hello Earth by Kate Bush This is the song that to me comes closest to capturing the panoramic feeling of choosing to live; it's even more powerful in context and I really recommend checking out the whole Ninth Wave suite if you've never heard it before. And if here the whole planet chose to live, this makes me think of Cloud reflecting on his moment of briefly glimpsing what humanity dissolving collectively into the lifestream would've felt like - the connection he's been seeking and failing to find all his life. I can't believe there wouldn't be at least a trace of residual regret there.

När Gudarna Kalla by Forndom, Anomaly of Silence by Yikii, Wüste by Einstürzende Neubauten, Song of the Sisters by Hans Zimmer Grouping all of these together, and in contrast to the above entry; these are the songs I draw on for trying to map and convey the experience of being linked to the Jenova memory-hivemind, when it's in both congruence and conflict with itself. The simultaneous fear, revulsion, resentment, and allure of it, and what it means for Cloud to again push away a chance at connection and complete understanding for the better of the rest of the world. Finding ways to convey this in words is the height of "Why do I do these things to myself?" so far - but that's what the second draft is for.

Mary Magdalene by FKA Twigs This whole album has been a go-to for getting into Tifa's headspace here. Going back again to her compulsion to always be busy, to be doing something for someone else, whether it's kicking ass or making drinks or building bars or chairing meetings or simply being hot - anything to avoid being alone with her thoughts. Here specifically, she's trying on different roles and archetypes the same way Twigs does in the song. Taking what works for her and what doesn't from each, all well and good, but who is she when no-one's looking?

Poison by HTRK I haven't gotten to the drugged up, bad-idea sex portion of the story yet, but when I do!

Tuck by Katie Gately Truth be told I have no idea what she's talking about here, but I love the imagery and the whole vibe is darkly horny and intense in the exact way I'm looking for.

Country Rain by Slowdive The deepest sense of isolation is found in feeling alone while in company, and I don't have much more to say about this one than that.

Blind by TV on the Radio And this is the opposite. The long, trudging path towards living authentically and vulnerably, and the more genuine connection that can wait for you at the end of it. The mortifying ordeal of being known and the joy of being seen, I suppose.

Earth Day by Devin Townsend Devin's discography is a really inspirational listen if you're going through any kind of recovery process. Over the course of it - and I've only taken in a small sampling so far - you can track a man who found a way to get his shit together, and he did it with a sardonic humour that I find really refreshing when some recovery talk comes off really platitudinous. And that I think really befits the characters in question. What I love here, aside from the focus on falling in love with the every day and mundane, is the mocking edge I hear in the first "Like a child you're born again" - I don't believe a singer so emotive would put that in there without purpose. But by the chorus comes back, I think he's singing it with his whole heart, and that's what I'm always moving towards.

Monstrously Low Tide by Maudlin of the Well This is where my head's largely at these days, and it's also where I'm trying to get these two. I'm looking at everything I've written here and thinking I've bitten off far more than I can chew - not least because I'm omitting or being vague about so much - and wondering how I can possibly bring it all together into something cohesive and true to canon. But that ringing outro. That's why. I've got to try my hardest.

And let's have a few that I apply to the series overall:

Prelude and Final Fantasy by Nobuo Uematsu Got to have some music from the actual game in here. When it comes to my longer and more involved fics I've found these two pieces fantastic for getting my openings and endings down - if I can try to capture the sense of intrigue and rebirth and crossing into a new world that I get from the prelude, and the series main theme's sense of a grand culmination, I feel like I'm on the right track.

A Part of Us by Fever Ray A walnut tree takes a long time to bear fruit. Something like ten years after it's planted, if I remember correctly. It's a song about finding your joy moment to moment where it arrives, even when you know you're building something you may not live to see in full bloom - and not disregarding the danger that's still waiting at the end.

Lotus by Susumu Hirasawa This man's music has been my closest companion in assembling and writing this project, my partner who enables me excepted. It's so cinematic and evocative. This track especially is like the the very distilled essence of "victory" in audial form. It's my anthem for my thirties, because I don't think you could make a sound as jubilant and transcendent as this if you haven't known some pretty major defeats first.

Grandfatherly Wind by Susumu Hirasawa Neo-Junon theme!

Opus (The Fool's Rose Garden) by Susumu Hirasawa Theme for the village! It feels exciting and soothing all at once to me.

Heirloom by Björk and Severed Crossed Fingers by St. Vincent I remember a post going around a while ago about "your" love song, the song that sounds like love to you. These are mine, and I chose them specifically because they're as applicable to platonic love, familial love, and the love of a culture and a community as they are the romantic kind, and I try my best to give equal importance to all of those in my writing.

Storm by Godspeed You! Black Emperor I want to structure my series like this piece. When I hear the opening notes, I think of a sleeper waking up, slowly, opening their eyes and blinking as if they can't believe the world is still here, or in such an unrecognisable state. And it builds into towers falling, statues toppling, all the signifiers of the old world crumbling to dust. We can mourn the parts we'll miss, and the opportunities that could have been, but one by one we'll learn the new way is better for us all.

And after that... well. It was a really beautiful twelve minutes.

Flower From Hell from Higurashi A friend sent me this OP from an anime I haven't seen (yet) ages ago in relation to FFVII, and she's right. This is breaking the cycle, transcending the role, and taking as many other people with you as you possibly can. It's also me and the woman who's been helping me write this, along with so many other things, if you'll allow me a sappy moment.

It's In Our Hands by Björk If I want you to take any one thing from this...

[mlynar-nearl]

okay so!! recently i got obsessed with the horse uncle, and finding your blog was like the best thing that happened to me in a couple of weeks. so i wanted to humbly share with you some song suggestions from my fave polish band for him and/or mytol!

i love love love how Polish On Main most of the Koniec Świata songs are, so i think a lot of them would suit mlynar, but my personal faves are:

Durny (kocham cię jak durny jest ten świat);

Norweski (Otrzepany z zaszczytów, swych ambicji i planów, na swe własne wybiegam przestrzenie);

Trybuna Ludu (Tutaj stoi nasz dom, ciągle pod tym samym niebem. Gdzie uciekło wszystko co prawdziwe i szczere?)

1980 II (Dorastając w tym kraju trzeźwiejemy z marzeń)

i could give you the links but sadly anon option is text only ((

they are on spotify tho!! hope you'll like 'em as much as i do

anon upon seeing this in my ask box i practically jumped up and down in my seat like a little child on christmas morning.

i. love. music. i love making playlists. i love being exposed to new music. this is a treat and a feast for me.

i will now take my followers on a little journey through this. it looks unfortunately like none of these have been translated to english by someone with more competence than me but i can fumble my way to understanding with a lot of languages. that said i do apologize in advance for any mistakes, i'm an amateur with a computer and a passion for linguistics.

this is all on spotify in case anyone reading this missed it, yay :D i will include links to everything. hopefully all of them work because i'm doing a lot of links, here.

i. durny [spotify] [youtube] - oooooh the mytol . oooooh the. the. this one yells put on your shipping goggles to me. sorry. i love them. the sense of being weary and old and also, i love you, everything sucks, and i love you. the world is stupid, and i love you.

ii. norweski [spotify] [youtube] - holy shit, if you told me this was his theme instead of ensheath and i had not heard ensheath i would believe you wholeheartedly. it's hard to compete with a song handcrafted for the character in terms of capturing the character, but somehow, this does it. i think it captures the character similar to how the wonderful "knight shift" animation did, in terms of how much shit he has going on beneath the surface and how his image is calm and collected, but his mind and emotions are always raging.

iii. trybuna ludu [spotify] [youtube] - kazimierzcore. kazimierzcore. kazimierzcore. sorry. it's hard to explain what's so compelling about kazimierz, the capitalist hellscape kazimierz is, in words, but a definite part of it is that sense of loss by moving forward- loss via change of the very self- in addition to the greed that consumes the entire nation. the wheel keeps turning, kazimierz keeps going. it's everybody's guilt. something is rotten in the state of kazimierz, but that something is...essentially everything.

iv. 1980 II [spotify] [youtube] - again. the kazimierz energy. oh man. woagh.

i can't offer like. a comprehensive analysis of lyrics, obviously, because i do not speak polish. i just kind of got the gist from moving through some translation stuff and catching themes but fuck, dude, i love these. i feel totally giddy for having received these and i will def be listening to more...thank you so so so much anon, if you have any more recs for him or really any kazimierzcore polish music i would love to hear it times a hundred Thousand.

[relativelynormalgameshow]

Super Mario Odyssey (2017) Review

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I wrote this review in January of 2023. But it's a good starter to put out here!

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Just finished the main game of SMO (I still have the challenges and all the different moons available after you finish the game for the first time.) It’s a game I am absolutely conflicted about. So I have to break my review into sub-points.

1) Story

Honestly the story of SMO is probably my most favourite one from a Mario game. I still love Sunshine to the bottom of my heart, but this story is just so clever and funny.

Basically, princess Peach has been kidnapped again and you have to save her. But this time, you have to save her from a wedding with Bowser. And that’s genius.

Also, I love how the story progresses with Bowser going through different kingdoms in search of the wedding necessities, like getting a cake, getting a soup, a bouquet of flowers etc. Basically you are tailing him through his wedding preparations and it’s honestly so clever and funny that I can’t but love this part.|| Not to mention that at the end *(Spoiler for the absolute finale, but like... it's a game from 2017)* You interrupt the wedding he has with Peach on the moon and you have to beat Bowser, you both fight in those fancy white wedding suits which just makes the fight fancy as hell and it ends with the best possible joke of Peach just friendzoning both of them when they are absolutely annoying with fighting over her.

The whole ending of the game is story-wise an absolute masterpiece and I was laughing on the absurdity and pure comedy of it the whole time.

2) Gameplay

Here my first gripes comes tho. As many stated, Mario Odyssey has absolutely insane level of movement. The amount of tricks Mario can perform is stunning. BUT. Together with that comes quite a steep learning curve to know all of it.

Most of the stuff is really needed just if you want to 100% the game or if you are a speedrunner, but it’s still something that is quite delicate and precise if you want to learn it and I don’t know how to feel about it. While playing the game, you are often restricted from using those fancy tricks as you need to use the captures – new mechanic of SMO, where you throw your companion Cappy onto something, and you can control it – and those captures have their own unique moves. While it can be fun to play as bullet bill to smash through some walls, or to play as a hammer brother who instead of hammers now throws pans to get through blocks of cheese, it can get quite annoying in the later parts as those captures don’t have as precise movement as Mario.

A fine addition to the gameplay are 2D challenges. Often you can find a pixelated green tube in the world, which transports you to a classic Mario 2D world where you have to complete some challenge to get a moon. It’s fun most of the times as those levels are unique and often they are integrated in the world itself. (For example rocks fall from the wall and reveal the level being hidden on a side of the cliff you were parkouring around) It’s also a fun break from the chaotic precision of the 3D world you play in. The level design compliments this with presenting you with challenges to use the whole potential of Cappy. I can’t say something would fall flat here, but honestly thanks to the captures, even the fun sandbox adventure that Mario Odyssey is can be **EXTREMELY** frustrating. And the moments when you enjoy the hell out of it and when you want to rage-quit the game can shift between each other at record speed.

3) Locations

When I bit into the theme of level design, I can get to locations, which is probably where Odyssey shines and falls the most.

Some of the kingdoms are absolutely gorgeous, fun to go through, and they present a fair amount of challenge and chill exploration. While others are the Anor Londo of this game. Bullshit of a level design combined with absolutely awful precision challenges that just makes you want to rip your hair out of your own head.

There are cleverly designed worlds. Each of the kingdom is different, has different enemies, vibe, challenges and all. And basically all of them are a sight to behold. My biggest gripe is tho, that in every kingdom you need to collect a certain amount of moons. And in the WORST KINGDOMS you need the most of them! Why game!? Why do you have to torture us so much!? But the kingdoms that I really hated to the bone were like... three? Other than that they were “okay” at worst. 

Absolute pinnacle of the game is the Metro Kingdom, or as it is called, the DK City.

- I LOVE THAT LOCATION! -

Honestly? Its chaotic and busy as hell as its center of the large city. But damn do the details and usage of different things here help. Question blocks as traffic lights, the jazz music from the street musicians all over, different construction sites, zipping up and down on the skyscrapers. Not to mention that you are introduced to this city when its night, its raining and the city is overrun with enemies. You basically come into fu*kin Gotham city, only to kill the boss and come back into a prosperous colourful Marvel New York. Not to mention the BEST part of the game and probably one of the moments that will get on my “Top moments in videogames” list happens here. Basically you get a quest of finding 4 musicians for the festival. When you do, the festival starts and its absolute masterpiece as you take part in it and it whole takes a place in a 2D level inspired by the OG Donkey Kong arcade. It even ends with the last screen looking like the old level with the pink frames and barells. I love the hell out of it. Not to mention that through all of this you hear the absolute banger of soundtrack that is “Jump Up Superstar” Chills. Literal chills.

4) Bosses

Honestly I really enjoyed like... 2? Maybe 3 of the many bosses in Odyssey. The game pulls a heavy DMC4 on you with repeating bosses. (You fight the Broodals like 2-3 times each and even if they can be fun for the first time each, it gets very quickly annoying and repetitive.)

Pinnacle of boss battles here are probably the ruined dragon, who was fun and I honestly didn’t expect Mario to go fight a fu*kin Darkeater Midir. Shame the rest of Ruined Kingdom is basically just the boss arena and the bridge leading to it. This is the biggest wasted potential of SMO.

The boss of Metro kingdom is also quite good as the way to get to him is extremely fun and the bossfight itself is creative and enjoyable.

But Bowser battles? There are two of them. Both of them same. Both of them quite difficult as he has all kind of random bullshit, that he throws at you. But damn they were fun.

Absolutely frustrating. I wanted to throw the switch away. But I enjoyed the hell out of them.

Also Bowser without the hat, when he has his hair slicked aside?

I simp for that bitch.

He looks absolutely hot in the white suit with his hair like this. More on that later.

5) Audio

I must say that audio of this game is pretty solid.

Both the sound effects and soundtrack are great. I already mention the absolute banger that is Jump up superstar, but every level has this soundtrack that make you vibe to its kingdom and to just get you going. There are a lot of familiar sound effects, the most noteable being when you finish the game, get into the Mushroom Kingdom and you can go through the different challenges to which you have to get in the old-school Mario 64 fashion. Through a painting. It has the visual and sound design of exactly how it is in M64.

So for those who played it it’s a fine ride on the nostalgia wave.

6) Lewd and Waifu potential?

Basically anything here can be lewded. From Yoshi to Goombas. But mind you, most of them are !!!QUESTIONABLE!!! 

You could probably lewd the Broodal girl with fu*kin bombs in her hair, if you are into some bunny furry stuff.  And you could find some acceptable fanarts on the good ol’ R34 as well...

In terms of Waifu aspect... she seems a bit psycho, BUT she’s loyal.

Of course then there is Peach if she gets you going, for my tastes she is a bit too plain and I generally do not like her in any Mario game. (This bit heavily changed in Mario Bros Movie from 2023 tho) In terms of Waifu potential, idk man, if you have a princess, who probably has unlimited resources that she could use for some guards, but she is constantly being “kidnapped” by this big bad boy... she probably does that because it gets her wet.

Great if you are into cuckold since this bi*ch already has her bull that is okay with cucking anyone who would get near Peach. Be it Toad or Mario.

You then got Pauline. The OG Waifu you could say as she is the woman you are saving from Donkey Kong in the old arcade game. Her huge plus are the dress you can see her in this game and the fancy suit she wears as a mayor. Both hot as f*ck.

Waifu aspect? She is a mature woman, which is always a plus. She is a mayor so she has a stable job. She knows how to direct stuff in her life. She is skilled, ambitious and probably a strong leader as people of the DK city love her. She also isn’t just strict, so she knows what fun is and she can sing, which can be a plus to some.

(But no one from Mario franchise can beat Rosaline from Galaxy, so shame)

And of course its the cherry on top.

The criminal mastermind, King Koopa himself, Bowser.

He is just a spiky turtle in other games. But here, dressed in the fancy white suit, he is a proper mafia capo. I love how he is portrayed here. And as I mentioned before. I AM DROOLING over him with his “hair” combed aside. He doesn’t just look like a snack.

He is a full course meal.

The dominant energy that shines from him is immesureable. Christian Grey should learn a thing or two from him. 

7) Summary?

I am still conflicted how I feel about this game.

I would probably give that 7/10

It wasn’t a complete disaster, but there is a lot of frustration for me personally behind this game. There are things thanks to which I can overlook it, as is the fun story, the amazing level design and the soundtrack

I will for sure go back to the game. There is a lot I didn’t yet explored. Maybe I will even give the game a new playthrough in the future, but it couldn’t beat the nostalgia factor of Mario Sunshine so that game still stands tall above Mario Odyssey.

But would I recommend the game?

- Yes.

If you can take the frustration, that game is a solid experience that plays well in handheld and in docked mode. I mostly played it in handheld and I think it’s the perfect title for such play. 

[lizseyi]

Here’s Why Smaller Gibraltar Weddings Lend Themselves To Beautiful Wedding Photography

You probably won’t need our team at Sweet Gibraltar Weddings to tell you of the importance of visually capturing those special moments of the most special day of your life. After all, couples tend to hold Gibraltar weddings in large part because of the stunning backdrop and other conditions that the British Overseas Territory offers for captivating photography.

But what if you have a relatively small guest list in mind for your nuptials, of 30 people or fewer? 

You might not think that the size of your wedding guest list would make much difference to your wedding photography – but keeping the number of attendees low can be a boon in itself for the snaps your photographer creates. Here are some reasons why. 

It could free up money to spend more on your desired wedding photographer 

The cost-of-living crisis has forced many of us to make extremely difficult decisions on spending across various areas of our lives. But one thing you might not be in a mood to compromise on when it comes to your upcoming wedding, is the photographer. 

After all, it’s not as if you can settle for a so-so photographer for the day itself, and then have photos done again later once you have the money (if you care about your wedding photos being photos of your actual wedding day, of course). Once your big day is over, it’s over. 

Fewer guests to make arrangements for, could mean greater scope to hire that wedding photographer you have really had your eye on, and to fly them over to Gibraltar. 

Gibraltar presents gorgeous backdrops in a small space 

You only need to look through our range of packages for Gibraltar weddings, encompassing the likes of our in-demand Botanical Gardens Package, and the Mons Calpe Suite Package that would put you on top of the Rock of Gibraltar itself, to see that Gibraltar packs in some utterly gorgeous scenery. 

And your wedding photographer is sure to love playing with those varying surroundings for their snaps. Plus, with Gibraltar only measuring 6.8 square kilometres (2.6 square miles), there’s plenty of scope to simply wander around the territory and have spontaneous photos taken at random sites, without having to worry about getting lost or allowing enough time to get back to the venue.

You will feel less time-pressured, and more able to ‘go with the flow’ 

Let’s face it: if you’re stressed, rushed, and flustered, you won’t want that to show in your wedding photography. And the best way to guard against that risk, is to ensure you are not stressed, rushed, and flustered, at least during those moments when you will be smiling for the camera. 

Of course, it’s practically impossible to prevent feeling at least some level of stress on the wedding day itself. But keeping your wedding guest list smaller can allow you to spend more time with everyone present, instead of feeling obliged to at least say ‘hi’ and ‘thank you’ to a much larger number of attendees, which could eat up a lot of your time and energy. 

As we touched on elsewhere in this blog post, Gibraltar is a small, intimate place, with a small, intimate vibe. So, why not make the most of that, with a suitably small and intimate wedding? If you feel free to ‘go with the flow’ on your wedding day, and even perhaps take D-tours and arrange snaps you might not otherwise have had the time to take, your happiness as a couple is likely to show in your wedding photos. 

Whatever it is about Gibraltar weddings that loved-up couples need help with,Sweet Gibraltar Weddings can be at the ready to make the dream possible! Simply give us a call now orsend us an email, and we will be pleased to advise and guide you on the possibilities for your Gibraltar nuptials, in addition to helping to manage the intricacies of the wedding planning process. 

[sukirichi]

overtime

You let your boyfriend release stress from working overtime.

REQUEST. med! student au / doctor! au + forbidden relationship + praising kink + dacryphilia

CONTENT/WARNINGS. praising kink, dacryphilia, face fucking, huge age gap (Nanami is like 20 years older), mentions of gloomy atmospheres expected of medical centres, gagging, mentions of previous lovemaking sessions

NOTES. ah thank you for this request anon, i’m really in love with the whole med student / doctor au ingredient cuz well...it’s sorta self-indulgent. i hope you liked this as much as i did!

The familiar stingy aroma of disinfectant looms at every corner of the wall, pressing down beneath your scrubs and deep into your scrubs. You find it ironic that the walls are always so white, barely any colour to surround the entire building. Growing up, you believe that white represents tranquillity, silence, and serenity – which is the exact opposite of what university hospitals really are.

You’re no stranger to the pained moans echoing at the ends of the hall, the sight of children with sunken cheeks playing with a cannula almost too painful to look at.

The clock above the front desks reads that it’s a little past four in the morning, and you’re beyond weary. You’ve grown used to just being high off caffeine and being satisfied with quick ten minute naps before you’re summoned again. People always ask you, why choose this profession? You could make as much money without having to be this tired, to which you always respond with a frown, claiming that it’s never about the money and actual working professionals are a lot more exhausted than you are, yet not once have they complained.

They do have their days though, and it just so happens that it’s one of your superior’s days as he tugs at your wrist, dragging you inside the nearest empty room before soft lips dive down to capture yours.

You don’t have to open your eyes to know it’s him.

You’ve fooled around long enough with your superior to know it’s his scent washing over yours, that all too familiar tent growing in his pants pressing between your legs and bumping your core as a silent promise of what’s to come next. A stuttered, breathy moan immediately greets his ears when he pins your arms overhead, his lips falling into the sweet column of your neck.

It’s clear that this is wrong – both of you know this – but the pleasure and need to relieve stress in such an overwhelming environment clouds both your consciousness that neither parties pull away.

Your relationship with him started off with just curiosity.

Doctor Nanami is a well accomplished man, earning beyond money and titles in his twenty years of service in the field. He knows he looks good, knows he’s irresistible every time he comes in front of the class, looking equally dashing in either a nude suit or in white coats. Someone of his age and experience definitely is no fool to the way his bright eyed student’s gaze lingers over his lips as she stays behind in class to ask about something she doesn’t get far longer than should be necessary.

He’s an expert at the human body more than anything else – Nanami knows lust when he sees one.

And he’s always been such a kind, concerned doctor who only wants everyone to feel better that how could he say no to you, especially when you’re only so eager to suck him off under the table, getting off to the fact your pretty lips are wrapped around his thick and veiny cock?

What once starts off as a mutual agreement to use each other for pleasure while still keeping the faux professionalism to not lose face, something shifts during the stolen kisses during break times and heated touches as promises of I’ll see you later after overtimes. Private tutoring sessions turns into moments of reminiscing childhoods, hands splayed all over his chest while he tucks you in his arms, mumbling something about always have wanting to be his own version of a hero.

Things move faster than both of you realize, the titles dropped and replaced with sweethearts and good morning sir topped with a sweet, intimate smile that only he could ever know the meaning of.

It’s simple, longing, and definitely unprofessional, even more so when Nanami pushes you down on the floor, eager hands unbuckling his belt to spring his cock free. Your mouth salivates at the red pulsing tip already leaking with pre-cum, your tiny hands on its way to wrap itself around his base when Nanami takes matters into his own hands and slips his cock through your lips in one thrust.

Your back hits the wall and your eyes spring with tears, gurgled sounds of Nanami fucking down your throat lewd and dirty in the empty room. He sighs, chest panting and hands cradling your head. “You feel so good, sweetheart,” he praises, bucking his hips further inside. “Don’t know what I’d do without you here, always so ready to make me feel good.”

The moan you let out vibrates around his cock, fuelling his desire intensely.

Nanami has always been gentle with you; as a man who values time over anything else, he likes to savour each second he has with you, slow, rough hands running up and down the curve of your spine before he flicks his tongue deep within your pussy, wanting to make you cum countless times before he makes love to you. Had you both been home, he’d cradle your face and stare deep into your eyes as he fucks you, sweat tinged from the slight burrow of his brows as he commands, “Look at me. Look at me when I’m fucking you, angel.”

And you being you, you’ll remain submissive to the pleasure he’s more than glad to give you, leg wrapping around his waist all to feel the way he’s hitting deep inside your sopping cunt.

He’s impatient this time around, and you can’t blame him. You’ve barely seen each other from hours of working overtime, with you staying up late to study for finals and him barely leaving the operating rooms. You gladly let him use you like this just as he’s allowed you to cum multiple times before despite his clear order to hold back, but Nanami is a soft man at heart, unable to resist his precious lover when you’re trembling around him like that.

Nanami places a palm at the back of your head to prevent you getting fucked into the wall, his pace not slowing down a bit. He gazes at you under his lashes, cheeks hollowed and drool dribbling from the edges of your lips.

He finds you utterly filthy, a complete contrast to the well-put med-student who’s always admired and looked up to by their peers. Nanami groans as his tip hits the back of your throat, your nose pressing down on the neatly trimmed blond hairs brushed on his base. You gag around him, the tears crystallizing your cheeks. Filthy, yet still so pretty his little angel is, and for a moment, Nanami pauses, captivated by your beauty.

His cock is still pulsing inside your mouth, a thumb running across your tears to wipe them away. Nanami grabs your chin to tilt your head up, and he swears he could cum right then and there. You’re kneeling on the bleached floors, eyes wide with a tinge of innocence, tears collected in your lashes and cheeks sucked to take him in deep.

“Always so pretty for me, angel,” he coos, sliding his drenched cock out your mouth gruesomely slow, stopping only with the tip in. “Is my cock making you cry? You’ve taken me before, angel, this isn’t difficult for you now, is it?”

You hum around his cock as a response, and Nanami bucks into your mouth by accident, causing his length to slip past your walls until he’s right at your throat.

He’s big and long, his dick always having been a blessing to the both of you, but at this time, it feels more like a curse. Drips of cum paints the back of your mouth but you only grip your thigh harder, ignoring the painful throbbing of your cunt that’s so needy for him already. You remind yourself not to be selfish and focus on him instead, to your precious superior who needs you to help get his mind off things.

Eager to be of service as always, you swipe your tongue all over the ridges of his cock, making sure to press the wet muscle harder on the prominent veins. Nanami throws his head back to moan, his nails gently scraping your scalp with each thrust.

It’s hard to tell who’s setting the pace, but it becomes clear as you kneel there motionlessly, squeezing his ass instead while he relentlessly fucks your mouth. His groans are growing louder, breaths falling out of rhythm with each passing seconds. Your eyes are shut tight as you let him abuse your throat, hitting deep inside you with each precise thrust in addition to his balls slapping your chin.

Your face is sopping wet, both from drool, tears, and his cum. You stay there like a good girl, doing your best to breathe through your nose as he throbs inside you. Nanami’s words are garbled and incomprehensible, enticed to only snap his harder when he sees your tears streaming down your face and wetting your scrubs.

His length slips past inside your mouth into an impossibly deeper angle as he tugs your hair up, his knees bent just to continuously pummel against your tonsils as if it was his own winning goal. Your cries increase in volume at the way he’s losing himself in you, forgetting to watch the back of your head before he thrusts all the way, keeping you flat and frozen gagging on his cock, nose nudged against his hairs.

Nanami’s groan is accompanied by the twitching of his cock, and he cums, thick spurts of white shooting down your throat. You try to pull yourself away from him after that, thinking that he’s satisfied, but he only grips your hair harder as a warning.

Still struggling to breathe, you swallow around his thick saliva-drenched length, the mere motion of you gulping making your walls close down on him.

Nanami grunts at the oversensitivity and he pulls out, his dick growing boneless and soft.

He’s utterly spent, your drool and his cum dripping down to the floors in audible plaps. Nanami sighs as he takes sanitary wipes from the unused desk to wipe his dick clean, while you stay on the ground, palms flat beneath you as you pant for air.

You can tell you’ll have a sore throat by tomorrow because you utterly fucked, voice growing hoarse with each failed cough. Falling back onto the wall, you close your eyes, only to snap them open again when you feel something wet and warm rubbing your skin.

Nanami is in front of you, his touch gentle and eyes soft as he cleans your face, thumb absentmindedly cradling your bottom lip.

You don’t fight back the smile that matches his. Even after everything, Nanami is still your boyfriend, someone who isn’t just a good fuck to you anymore. This is only one of the reasons you’ve fallen so madly in love with him; his effortless ability to take care of others truly meritorious of him.

He dunks them into nearest bin and kisses you flat on the lips, his large hand cupping your cheeks. You sigh into the slow kiss, enjoying what little – and fleeting – time you have with him.

Nanami pulls away with a popping sound, a lovesick smile on his usually stoic expression. It makes you feel giddy and even a little shy, forgetting the fact he just fucked your skull seconds ago, but it’s rare that he lets his guard down anywhere that isn’t the comfort and safety of his home. You’re his home though, and he kisses you one last time, the gesture telling a thousand more words than he’s ever able to.

“Thank you,” he whispers, “I promise I’ll make it up to you when we’re both home.”

You don’t stop him once he finally leaves the room, his rushed footsteps to make it back to the operating room a signal for you to get back to work too. It’s already five am when you’ve made it back to your post, but instead of feeling tired, you’re a lot more energized compared to when you first got here.

Perhaps working overtime isn’t so bad after all, not when there’s always a promise you and Nanami are never leaving the bed for the free weekend.

You’ll just have to be patient.

[thorniest-rose]

BROOKE

lamb heart, put my hands around you!!!!!!

I am AGOG at the magNIFicence on display tbh. The sticky-sultry vibe of the summer, the simmering emotions as Daniel & Johnny navigate the new Them (the shifting goalposts of past violence and lust and rage), and all the feels/frots involved. Your parallel of Johnny and Kreese was expertly handled too, love the thoughtfulness you ascribe to the choking maneuver and all the trust/breaking of same the action implies.

I loved it all!! As dark as a wounded doe is forever an absolute fave and I completely love this addition to the series.

Thank you for all your hard work in bringing this deliciousness to life, and sharing it with all of us!!!

AHHH omg thank you so much!!!!! I've been meaning to write another fic set in that verse for SO LONG. I do have plans for an actual full-length sequel fic set over the summer when Daniel goes to Okinawa and the boys go through severe withdrawal because they've become really codependent and had been spending every moment of the day together for months. And then Daniel tells Johnny about Chozen and he explodes with jealousy and there's all this fallout (with a happy ending of course). So I really want to try to write that over the summer!!!

And yesss omg I really wanted to capture this hot, sticky, honeyed vibe in the entire fic. Like the boys are making out and they're sticking together because of their sweat, which heightens this feeling that they're melting together and becoming one person. Like they barely let each other breathe. Daniel is in Johnny's lap, his legs around him like a vice and their bare chests are pressed together, and Johnny's sucking claiming marks into Daniel's neck. And then when Johnny puts his hand around Daniel's neck and chokes him, the only oxygen Daniel's getting is the air Johnny breathes into his mouth. Like you're supposed to picture two snakes twining around each other and you don't know where one begins and the other ends. That's the image I had in mind!!!

And in terms of Johnny, yes, I loved the idea that he would hate being choked himself because of what Kreese did to him, it would just be too traumatic and he now hates not being in control. But being able to do it to Daniel becomes this healing act because he isn't doing it violently, he's doing it because Daniel belongs to him. He isn't throwing Daniel away, like Kreese did to him, he's putting a claim on him. It's like the act has been inverted and violence becomes passion. Besides, I'm always really interested in the thin boundary between violence and sex, and how one can easily cross over into the other. Something I love exploring in my lawrusso fics because it suits them so well.

Like @zerrah really astutely said in their comment that Johnny still feels like a bully in some ways and that's because I wanted their relationship to have shades of their previous dynamic. So not that Johnny is being cruel to Daniel or mistreating him as such, but there's still that frisson and tension between them. Their dynamic hasn't become soft just because it's turned romantic. So when they kiss it feels like they're devouring each other and when Johnny leaves hickeys on Daniel's neck it looks like he's been mauled by a wild animal. Whether they're fighting or fucking, it's just extremely intense between them. And it can go from Johnny making fun of Daniel to calling him his "pretty baby" like Daniel is his girlfriend but also still the kid who drove him absolutely fucking bananas before the tournament. They exist in this very visceral space in-between. Rough but tender is how I always describe them.

Thank you again for your lovely words, you're always so sweet about my fics!!! <33333

[mcyt-imagines]

hi hi ! first off, just a tip if you'd like more requests/asks in general you should prob turn on anon since this is like the only time i've sent a non-anon ask. but anyways, i'm assuming requests are open and i'd like to ask if you would write either just ranboo fluff in general or something like the tommy confession headcanons but w ranboo :D what you've posted so far is great <3

Thank you so much for letting me know! I thought I had anon turned on already, but it’s 100% turned on now! Regarding your request I got a little carried away and wrote both some general fluff and some confession headcanons for Ranboo so this post is a little long... Hope you enjoy! :D

(It’s important to note that these headcanons are a combination of ones pertaining to his Minecraft character in the dsmp and him outside of the dsmp roleplay!)

General Ranboo Fluff

- Dreamsmp Ranboo -

The first time Ranboo cries in front of you is when you confess to him and he is so happy and relieved that you reciprocate his feelings. He even smiles through the pain of his tears as you panic to cover the skin beneath his eyes, so your hands catch his tears to stop the pain.

Ranboo likes to ask if you need any resources from time to time and once you finally give in and answer, he spends the rest of his day trying to collect as much of it as he can. This has led to a few incidents in which you came back to your shared indent in the snowy mountain to find a chest stacked full with polished stone and countless ores. You’ve scolded him but the way he responds with big puppy dog eyes wishing to “just be helpful.” Sets the butterflies caged in your chest free every damn time.

Ranboo in addition to asking you for want you want he is also very observant in noticing what you need. Any tools close to breaking? Brilliant, he’s already got three more of the same tools ready for you to grab when you need it. He also names them using the anvil to some silly super cheesy pet names.

One of his favourite things to do with you is stargaze. You both travel to the top of your snowy mountain and clear out a space free of snow to lie down and simply hold each other. Ranboo has started asking Techno (on the nights you are away) to point out the stars and tell him their corresponding stories. He happily relays all of this information to you in exaggerated detail, looking at you in awe as your expressions change with the twinkling lights above.

Ranboo almost always carries a little umbrella around with him in case it begins to rain. Most of his friends notice and all start to buy him some. He now has a full collection that line his wall just next to the door. It’s those small things that allows him to remember who his real friends are.

Ranboo LOVES having his hair played with. He will fall asleep within minutes of you beginning to tousle his hair as he rests his head in your lap. He may make soft enderman noises, but you don’t dare tell him. Content on keeping that little secret to yourself.

Ranboo has to be kinda careful around snow considering that if it melts it will hurt him. Meaning he has to sit out on any snowball fights that occur. And they occur more frequently than you would think. It usually starts with Phil throwing a rogue snowball at Techno when Phil notices him slumping his shoulders. Which means it doesn’t take long until it’s a full-blown war. You usually find yourself smack bang in the middle of it and have to dive down to avoid getting pummelled in the crossfire. Ranboo will call you over to hide behind Techno’s house. As the onslaught continues between the two. you giggle and commentate over the fierce battle together.

- Outside of Dreamsmp Ranboo - 

Ranboo enjoys watching you whenever you are focused on something. He’s incredibly observant and finds himself mimicking the small little nuances he sees you exhibit. He gets incredibly flustered whenever you notice that he’s picked up on them, but he doesn’t bother to deny it.

Ranboo finds himself staring at you a lot. He doesn’t mean to but he can’t help it. You catch him frequently, “Watching me real closely, hm?” He tries to stutter out an answer to defend himself, but you just smile and tell him it’s okay.

Ranboo finds a lot of comfort in doing ‘domestic’ activities with you. However, one of his personal favourites is when the two of you go out to get groceries together. His mum will give him a small list and he’ll try his best to dawdle around the store whilst swinging your intertwined hands to make the visit as long as possible. It makes him think of a future in which the two of you get to do this every single week and that alone warms his heart.

Ranboo always has to be near you, he doesn’t have to be physically touching you but he prefers to just be stupidly close to you. It always makes you laugh when he sits just close enough to you that you don’t touch, so now he has to do it forever.

Your laugh is one of his favourite sounds. To the point that if you giggle or laugh at something, he will just keep doing it over and over again for as long as you keep laughing at it. Which eventually leads to the both of you red-faced and gasping for air.

Ranboo is a terrible cook. But he tries so hard to follow recipes and they always flop. He also for some reason, cannot attempt cooking without making an utter mess of himself. Whether it’s spilling flour all over himself, getting egg yolk splatter somehow in his hair or just spilling copious amounts of milk on the floor so that he slips. This boy is a walking, talking kitchen DISASTER. So now he can only cook with you supervising him. Which turns out, wasn’t as much of a punishment as it should have been. As your tutelage seems to have slightly improved his cooking skills. However, now you also get flour spilt all over you as well.

Ranboo Confession Headcanons

- Realising he likes you - 

Ranboo denies he has feelings for you at first. Believing that you’re just a good friend whose company he really enjoys. But the more he focuses on your friendship the quicker he realises he would prefer if you were more to him than that.

This thought alone sends him into a little bit of a spiral for a few days. Grappling with the thought of rejection and the guilt he would feel if he ever hurt you.

He spends most of the time grappling with his feelings he continues to try and act as normal as possible around you. You finding out would be his worst nightmare.

Ranboo realises he has absolutely no history in the dating department and desperately needs some guidance. He may ask Phil on a whim who would try his best to give the poor panicked boy some words of wisdom. Ranboo takes the advice to heart immediately, promising Phil he will update him on how his feelings for you turn out.

Ranboo finds himself writing about you in one of his many journals. He finds putting words on the page seems to help clear his mind. He tries to script his confession a few times. Desperately floundering to find the right words, but he always seems to fall short. He usually ends up scribbling all over those pages until you can barely tell someone had even written on them. Hoping to somehow erase the thoughts in the process.  

He even tries drawing you a few times when he finds himself with enough spare time. He doesn’t think they’re any good though. Sure, the sketches look like you, but they don’t make him feel the way you do. When he looks at the page his chest doesn’t tighten because of your beauty, but instead because of the way you’ve made him feel. Which he comes to the sad conclusion is something he simply cannot capture in his words or his drawings. He has to show it through his actions. Not exactly his strong suit. But he’s determined to do right by you. So, he devises a plan.

- Confessing to you - 

This boy plans the whole day down to a t, he has multiple back-up plans just in case his first one falls short.

Ranboo invites you over for lunch. Arriving at his place you notice how clean it is. He spent the last few days cleaning it top to bottom.

You spend a few minutes in the house chatting. You notice Ranboo is on edge almost immediately. Shoulders a pinch too tight, his smiles a little too wide and none of them reach his eyes.

You ask what you’re going to be having for lunch and he reveals a wicker basket from his kitchen. “A picnic!” Your heart warms, “I would’ve brought something if you’d told me beforehand.” He smiles at that, “Exactly. I even cooked without you, you should be proud.” 

He shuffles on his feet a little, wishing to be praised, “We’ll see how the food tastes first, maybe then I’ll tell you how proud I am.” You tease, moving to elbow him lightly. You notice the way his face flushes as you move into his space. His mother appears from upstairs, “Are you two leaving? I could drive you, y’know!” “No thanks mom!!” He is quick to grab your hand and practically drag you out of the house and away from his all knowing mom.

The bus ride is on the longer side and you find yourself feeling brave enough to scoot a little closer to Ranboo. “Hey, is it okay if I?” You gesture between your head and his shoulder, the cute, shocked expression he sends you causes you to grin. “Uh s-sure!” 

You softly press your head against his shoulder, “Thanks, pretty comfy shoulder you got here should’ve asked you to share it sooner.” You tease, nuzzling his shoulder lightly just for a reaction. And you get one alright, his skin goes such a lovely shade of red all the way up to the tips of his ears. You giggle softly, trying your best to hold it in and failing miserably.

You even manage to fall asleep despite your own heartbeat quickening at Ranboo’s closeness. You are tapped awake by him, “Hmm?” You rub one of your eyes knowingly appearing adorable and the way he looks at you makes it all worth it. “It’s our stop soon, we gotta get up.” 

You nod and lazily stand and he follows suit. Only for the bus to brake abruptly, promptly shoving you into his chest. He wraps his arms around you quickly to steady you whilst you desperately cling to the wicker basket, “You okay?” You both mumble to each other before laughing it off and nodding. “Oh crap.” Ranboo grabs your free hand and you both scramble to get to the front of the bus to hop off. Sparks fly up your arm at the extended contact, even as you jump off the bus.

Ranboo happily leads you to a spot he had picked out earlier in the month. A soft patch of grass below a large willow tree that now sways softly in the warm breeze. You set up your carefully packaged feast with haste now that your stomachs are grumbling.

Ranboo forcefully tries to make himself relax knowing you’ve probably noticed his tense state by now. But you choose not to push him on it, taking an educated guess on why he’s so stressed.

You are quick to compliment his cooking skills when he divvies out a freshly baked quiche.  Even though you know his mom for sure did most of the work. It’s the thought that counts. You hope that may snap him out of the stupor he seems to be in. However, no such luck.

“Hey Ranboo, do you want to talk about something?” Ranboo goes into full panic mode. He did not have a plan for you asking something like this. He thought you weren’t confrontational!! You watch as his expression changes rapidly. You look away, “You don’t have to tell me, it’s okay. I just thought you might want to-“ 

He takes one of your hands in his. Why is he doing this??? This isn’t part of the plan at all! “I…” His throat goes dry. All those hours obsessing over what he was going to say to you are sent out the window when he finally meets your eyes.

“I think I like you.” He hasn’t realised he’s even said it until its waaaaaay too late. Your eyes widen, you didn’t think he’d actually admit it to you. You squeeze his hand as you watch his eyes seem to lose focus, “I like you too.” He is silent for several long moments until he starts blinking rapidly, “Huh!?” The look of utter surprise on his face causes you to burst out laughing.

“Wait, wait, wait you’re serious?” He grabs your arm as a grin slowly starts to creep onto his face. “Sure am.” And as you meet his gaze you realise that his grin actually reached his eyes, for the first time in a long while. 

“So, you gonna kiss me now or what?” You tease as his face shines a dark red. “W-well I, uh-“ His stuttering only allows for you to sneak closer and press a firm kiss to his cheek. Somehow, he grows even redder and you sigh pleasantly. “My heart definitely made the right choice with you Ranboo.”

Meanwhile Ranboo is too busy freaking out over the fact that you weren’t even meant to find out he liked you until you were stargazing together later tonight. His plans are utterly ruined! But as you squeeze his hand again to bring his thoughts back into the present, he wonders that perhaps spontaneity isn’t such a bad thing sometimes.

~My ask box is always open if you’ve got any requests or just want to vent about the dreamsmp lore!~

[chaozsilhouette]

Stubborn Romance

A little piece of domestic joy for the Demon Bull family.

Red Son is trying to sort through his own feelings and chooses to seek help from a only constant married couple in his life.

Enjoy the latest addition to my Vanishing Shadow Au.

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It was a peaceful night. The latest of many ever since the Demon Bull King had been released from the strange energy.

Red Son had been analyzing the frequency, trying to pinpoint exactly what that power was. So far the results confused him. The more he searched the more the readings looked like a living entity.

Princess Iron Fan was busy trying to convince her stubborn husband he needed to rest. The battle with Wukong’s successor had been far more damaging than they let on. With the power straining his body, mind, and soul, he was in no condition to fight. Their personal healer stated that he was to limit himself to minimal physical activities for at least ten days.

Princess Iron Fan had decreed that all their projects for conquering and expanding their territory be put on hold until they returned to their full strength.

Unfortunately, this left Red Son with far too much time of his hands. He mind kept circling back to Macaque’s words. He was of age to begin courting a mate or at least start looking for a potential partner. He couldn’t simply say he had a crush on the Monkie Kid. The roof wouldn’t survive.

Maybe there was a way to develop a truce, after all his father once considered Wukong a brother. Perhaps he could arrange something similar. But to do that he would need to get closer to the boy without alerting his family to his plans.

And that is how he found himself standing before his parents in his father’s personal study.

“Father, if I may ask, how did you court mother?”

Instead of looking annoyed, DBK surprised his son by gaining a fond expression. “Hm, hm. I was wondering when you were going to ask. Finally, found a potential mate?” He asked, with a smug look.

His mother wore a strange expression of joy and irritation.

“Not exactly. But you’ve never told me how you two met or how you courted her.” Red Son corrected. It wouldn't do to lead them on a mystery they could never be allowed to solve.

Princess Iron Fan settled herself on her throne-like chair. “Well, our courtship was a tad unusual for the time period. Now there is so much going on, no one cares who asks who or which gender kidnaps which.” Then again it never really mattered back then either. Strength was the rule of the land, if you couldn’t defend your own what good were you as a ruler. But at the time, it was expected for the man to kidnap the woman.

The family’s matriarch summon a fresh pot of tea, as a servant poured she began reminiscing on her origins. “It all started when your father chose to test his strength against my father’s army. I was but a humble human, a daughter to small-time royalty, not meant for much.”

Seeing her cup had been poured and a tray of appropriate snacks had been arranged, she dismissed every servant in the room. Wisely, they ran as though the gatekeepers of the underworld were after their souls.

“When your father trampled soldier after soldier most turned away in hatred or disgust, but me…” Princess Iron Fan shuddered as the blood splatter filled her mind followed by the agonized cries of the weak. “I couldn’t get enough. There was such passion, such strength. Far beyond anything that pitiful court had ever provided me.”

Red Son could only stare, he’d never seen his mother in such a state.

“Little did I know he had caught sight of me.”

Hearing his cue, the demonic bull happily took the reigns. “She was unlike any being I’d ever witnessed. Gods and demons alike paled to her beauty. Just from the mere glance I was permitted, I saw someone who possessed the cunning and strength to become so much more.” In his youth, he encountered many beings who claimed the title of beautiful, but until he laid eyes on that goddess he never knew the meaning of the word.

“He sent me the most ridiculous letters. The poetry was so bad.” She laughed at the mere memory of them.

“I told you it wasn’t my strong suit.” He joked, not at all ashamed of his past ineptitude. Look where it got him.

“Doesn’t change the fact each one was horrible, but I think that made me appreciate them even more.” She took his hand, gently laying her cheek against his palm. “The language was raw and powerful, nothing like the clean and precise work from my other suitors. All others simply wanted my hand for heirs or increase their status, but he was different. I wrote him back and with each letter, we grew ever closer. Every day I received a letter without fail. It showed his dedication, but most of all it proved he wanted to know me. It was a whole new world.”

“But it wasn’t enough. I needed to meet her in person, to hear her voice, to see the power dance in her eyes. But that worthless king refused to submit, even though most of his army lay dead at my feet. One would have thought he would be bowing to his daughter, knowing she was the only reason I had bothered being so gentle.” He would never have been able to forgive himself had he inadvertently harmed his love by unleashing his full power. It would have demolished the barrier between them, but there was a strong chance it would have destroyed the palace itself.

Princess Iron Fan took a delicate sip, lips curved in a wicked smirk. “I organized a small distraction that allowed your father the opportunity to bypass the wards and seals protecting the palace. Once he was inside, I altered them to ensure the inhabitants had become my prisoners, including your father.”

He chuckled remembering how he walked in only to be restrained, forced to kneel before the one who had effortlessly captured his heart. A quick look around proved he was far from her only captive. “She had heard of a few of the more common demon traditions and decided to make them her own. It was breathtaking.” How could he be mad at one who put so much effort into proving herself the perfect mate?

“The palace became our first fortress. In a matter of days, we were wed and we got to know each other properly.” Princess Iron Fan leaned in close, wind calmly circling her form.

“She granted me the highest honor by casting aside her humanity to become a demon. She agreed to walk by my side for all eternity, no matter what trials lay before us.” The massive demon locked eyes with his princess and queen of his heart. “ Truly the greatest victory I had ever known.”

With that, the two fell silent, lost in their memories and feelings towards each other.

Seeing that the conversation was over, Red Son gave an awkward cough as he slowly back-peddled towards the door. “Thank you...I think I have an engine running...somewhere, that’s not here.” Closing the door behind him, he quickly conjured a vortex of flame.

In the depths of his personal workshop, Red Son emerged just done.

Staring at his personal projects, half-finished blueprints, and fits of whimsy he could only collapse on the first chair he could find. ‘So I inherited my mother’s love for powerful dorks.’

“Terrific.”

[littleredwing89]

Baby It’s Cold Outside

BABY IT’S COLD OUTSIDE 

CamGirl!Reader x Jason Todd – One Shot.

Summary: Jason pouted and stepped forward trapping her against the wall with his arms, “Come on princess…they won’t mind if you’re late, just tell them Santa held you up”, he kissed down her neck biting the soft spot there.

Warnings – Language. NSFW. Smut.

Word Count: 2,467

A/N: I couldn’t help but revisit CamGirl!Reader x Jason. I received so many beautiful messages about how much you all enjoyed the camgirl series so I did an additional one shot. I hope you all love this.

Merry Christmas everyone. I hope you all have a fantastic festive period :) xoxo 🖤🖤🖤

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“Seriously?! You’re going into work dressed like that?”, Jason pulled at his shirt collar slightly, feeling the heat clawing up his neck. Fuck. She looked amazing.

“Yes, why?”, Y/N turned round to face him, tugging at her green elf sweater, “It’s the last day in the office before Christmas so we’re all getting dressed up”.

His eyes travelled up the length of her body and he visibly swallowed, her long legs looked perfect in the cute elf stockings, “Princess…you’re purposely trying to kill me here”.

She laughed, rolling her eyes, “Don’t be so dramatic Jason, it’s just an elf costume”.

Y/N placed a soft kiss on his cheek before fixing her elf hat, “Plus, after I’ve finished today, I’m all yours for two whole weeks, just in time for Christmas Eve”.

“I can’t wait”, Jason wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back to him, capturing her lips in a delicate kiss. He moved his hands down slowly, over the curve of her ass before sneaking up her elf green skirt.

She giggled against his lips and pulled back, pushing his chest playfully, “Behave! I’ve got to get to the office in 30 minutes – we don’t have time for that”.

Jason pouted and stepped forward trapping her against the wall with his arms, “Come on princess…they won’t mind if you’re late, just tell them Santa held you up”, he kissed down her neck biting the soft spot there.

He heard her moan quietly and grinned against her skin, knowing he’d won. That was until she moved herself away from his sinful lips and dipped under his arms, “Jason, behave! I really do have to get into the office on time today...”.

Tipping his head back in frustration he groaned and looked over her body once last time. She winked at him before grabbing her bag and car keys, “I’ll be back before you know it”. 

As she closed their apartment door behind her, an idea flew into his mind. He smirked to himself grabbing his own keys from the side. He’d give her a good surprise for when she got home.

***

“I’m home!!”, Y/N called through the apartment dropping both her bag and keys on the side. She was so glad to be home. The chaos in the office was unreal just before Christmas. Everyone finishing up their reports and stories ready to print and publish. Rush, rush, rush.

“Jason?”, she called again walking through, into the apartment.

Y/N heard shuffling in the living room and following the noise, “Jay…what are you – oh my-”.

Jason stood in the centre of the living room with a wide smirk on his face. He opened his arms out and winked, “What do you think to the new suit princess? I can still fight crime in this right? It is red…”.

She couldn’t help but laugh at seeing her 6 ft 2, stocky boyfriend in a terrible red-felt Santa costume, “That is so tacky babe”.

He grinned cheekily and moved towards her, “Watch what you say to Santa, you upset him this morning you know...You left him high and dry”.

“This little elf had work to do, I can’t be pleasing Santa all the time you know”, Y/N looked up at him coyly, tugging at the black belt on his red slacks.

Jason's hands gripped around Y/N's waist, pulling her toward him. He kissed her deeply, their tongues sliding over each other and leaving them gasping for air. His hands travelled up to Y/N's shoulders and slid the green sweater off to the floor. She shuddered at his touch, and her own hands reached around to squeeze his ass. She could feel his cock getting hard between them, and she slid her hands back around front to stroke him through his pants.

Jason wanted nothing more than to rip off their clothes and fuck her hard, but he also wanted to savour the moment and see how far he could take it.

"You've been a naughty little elf", he said, hoping she would play along, but ready to back off if she wasn't.

"Oh, Santa", Y/N pouted, "Isn't there any way I can get back on your nice list?".

Jason smirked subtly before stepping back slightly.

"I might be able to think of something", he replied, unbuttoning his shirt so she could slip her hands inside. Y/N wasted no time, and was soon covering his chest with heated kisses, biting his chest, and nibbling on his earlobe as she worked her way up. He slipped out of the shirt and grabbed the Santa hat.

"That's good", he said, "but you're going to have to try a lot harder to get on MY good list", Jason unbuckled his belt, and without missing a beat Y/N took over.

"Here…Let me do that for you, Santa", she said, opening his fly and sliding her hands in to stroke his hard cock. Jason felt himself being pushed backward until he was forced to sit in the oversized armchair in their living room. As soon as he was settled into the chair Y/N knelt between his knees and took his cock in her mouth. Her aggressiveness and the tight warmth of her mouth nearly made him cum right then and there. As she worked her way up and down his shaft he breathed deeply and focused on enjoying the sensation. He felt himself working up to a climax, and Y/N must have realized it, because she slowed down.

"Do you want me to finish?", she whispered.

"No. I want you to take off your skirt", he told her. She stood up and gently pulled the skirt down around her ankles, revealing the sexy stockings and her bare pussy.

“You’re not wearing any panties?”.

Y/N shook her head as an innocent smile crept onto her lips.

"You really are a naughty girl - aren’t you? Now, turn around", he told her, and she obeyed without question.

Jason grabbed her hips and pulled her closer so he could reach around to feel her wet pussy. He rubbed his calloused fingertips over her clit and she moaned lightly.

"Why don't you come sit on Santa's lap?".

Y/N let herself be guided onto his lap so that her ass was rubbing against his erect cock. Then Jason got back to work, stroking her pussy and nibbling at the soft nape of her neck. Y/N started wiggling on top of him, wanting more. Without warning he shoved two fingers into her hot, tight pussy as far as they would go. Y/N let out a little gasp, then relaxed into it and started moving herself up and down on his fingers.

Jason let her fuck herself on his fingers for a while then went back to rubbing her clit and pushing his fingers deep into her pussy at the end of each stroke. Y/N was going crazy, bucking her hips with his movements, moaning loudly.

Y/N tried to get up so that she could let Jason enter her, but he wouldn't have any of it. Jason pushed her onto the ground on all fours, "Not so fast, you naughty little elf. You're not getting off that easy".

Then he slapped her ass hard. She cried out but, didn't make any move to get up or move away from him. Feeling more confident, he started to spank her again, repeating the motion. He kept it up until her ass was as red as his Santa slacks.

"Santa, please stop", she cried wiggling her ass at him trying to ease the stinging, "I'll be a good girl, I promise".

Jason couldn't hold back any longer and plunged his cock deep inside her eager pussy in one swift thrust. She cried out again and moaned as he started rocking her back and forth with his thrusts.

"You like it like that, don't you? You naughty elf".

"Oh, yes, Santa. I love it when you fuck me. Fuck me hard, Santa".

Jason grabbed her breasts out of her bra and pushed them together with his hands, palming them and rubbing her hard nipples between his fingers. He felt her tighten around his cock, and he did it again and again, feeling her getting close to an orgasm. He forced himself to relax so she wouldn't take him with her.

With a soft cry Y/N shuddered underneath Jason. He kept pulling on her nipples until she was squirming and moaning, but he kept at it until he felt her tighten again. Another slap to her red buttocks sent her over the edge again, and he let her slide forwards onto the ground, where she lay panting.

"Oh, no, little elf. I'm not done with you yet", Y/N looked over her shoulder, amazed to see his erection still hard and throbbing. She rolled over and sat up to take his cock in her mouth again. For a few minutes he stayed there, letting her taste her own juices on him. She hollowed out her cheeks as she took his cock as deep into her mouth as possible, groaning around him. Y/N felt him shivering in pleasure, his fingers wound tightly into her hair, tugging with each bob of her head.

Jason pulled Y/N up to him and kissed her deeply, then pushed her back to the floor, "Let's see if my little elf tastes as sweet as she looks", his voice was husky as he lowered himself down between her legs. Her clit was pulsing, and her pussy lips swollen with excitement. Jason took his time, exploring her folds of skin with his tongue and occasionally thrusting deep inside her tight slit. Her orgasm juices running down his chin as he licked her clit repeatedly.

Y/N was moaning and thrusting her hips into him. Jason wondered if she would let one of his desires come true. Using her own wetness, he began rubbing her anus until it was slick and slipped in one finger. She gasped, then relaxed. Slowly he worked the finger in and out and she warmed up to it quickly. He sucked on her clit as his finger fucked her, hearing her moans become delirious. When she felt ready, he let another finger slide inside. She didn't protest at all, and Jason was getting hot thinking about what he planned to do next.

He withdrew from her and sat back, leaving her puzzled and incredibly turned on, "Please, Santa", she whimpered, "I want more".

"I don't know", Jason replied, pretending to stroke an imaginary beard, "How much will you do to get back on my good list? Are you willing to do anything Santa tells you?".

"I will Santa…I'll be the best elf ever", Y/N was so hot she felt like she was on fire, and she yearned for Jason to touch her again.

"Roll over", he told her, and she went back to all fours, presenting him with her still red ass. He rubbed her ass again, feeling her relax and open up to him. He put the head of his cock up to it and rubbed a bit, waiting to see if she would say no. She didn't, and he pushed until the end of his cock disappeared inside her. Y/N shuddered, her muscles instinctively clamping down on his cock.

He groaned, fighting the urge to cum already. Then she relaxed again, and he slid in, a half an inch at a time, until he was fully sunk into her amazing ass. Deep. Taking his time, he worked himself back out, then in again. His pre-cum lubed her up, making it easier. At last, he was able thrust in and out without fear of hurting her, and he let himself really get into it.

Reaching around, he started working her breast with one hand and her pussy with the other. Y/N was so turned on she felt herself working up to another orgasm.

"Oh, fuck...faster…please! Faster", Jason picked up the pace, and soon Y/N felt another climax wash over her. Her ass tightened up, and it was just too much for Jason. He shot his cum deep inside her, groaning and pulling her to him.

***

They both collapsed to the floor then, spent and completely sated. After a minute, Jason pulled his shrinking cock out of Y/N's ass and rolled to the side facing her.

"Well, my little elf, I would say you passed the test".

"Hmmm…but I think Santa was a little naughty himself", Y/N laughed, her hand running up and down his chest softly, “But it was so good".

Jason pulled her into his arms and felt her relax into him. Her heartbeat calming along with his. Threading his fingers through her hair, he bent his head down, kissing the crown of her head lightly, “I love you”.

“Mmm, I love you too”, Y/N murmured back sleepily, cuddling into him tighter.

***

Different variants of Christmas wrapping littered the floor after Jason and Y/N had finished exchanging their gifts. Jason leaned back on their sofa and moved his arms to rest on the back, spreading his body out, “Your last present is inside the tree princess”.

Y/N raised an eyebrow in confusion, “Inside the tree?! What-”.

Jason nodded silently. As she turned away to begin her search he took in a calming breath.

This was it.

Y/N searched through the branches, cursing when several baubles fell off and hit the floor, “Where Jason?”.

Jason chuckled watching her destroy the Christmas tree, sneaking a quick glance at her ass in the tight, skinny jeans, “A bit further towards the back – yeah there, keep going”.

He watched her fighting against the tree and laughed louder moving from his spot on the sofa, “Noooo more towards your left! No, your left not my left!”.

Y/N huffed with frustration, “I can’t see anything Jason-”, as she turned around, she gasped loudly at the sight in front of her. Her hands flying over her mouth.

Jason was down on one knee with a little black box in his hand. 

“Merry Christmas Princess”.

He flicked open the box and coughed, suddenly feeling anxious. What was she going to say? The platinum ring with a single diamond in the middle sparkled at her.

Y/N felt her eyes welling up with tears, “Are you…”.

Jason nodded, “Marry me?”, he wiggled the box in front of her again.

The silence felt like hours but was merely seconds.

She dropped onto her knees next to him and hugged him tightly, crushing the box between their bodies, “Of course I will! Yes!!! Jason, Yes!!”.

Pulling back, she planted several kisses over his cheeks and lastly his lips, smiling happily against them.

Breaking their kiss, Jason took the ring from the box and slipped it onto her ring finger slowly, before pressing a light kiss to her hand.

“You’ve made me so happy princess”.

***

[bookishofalder]

The Bet

Hotch x Fem!Reader

Request: @honeyshelley - ‘Hiii, I just discovered you and I hope to read soon your work ! And i hope you are safe and healthly ❤ i wondered if you could write something for Hotchner, the reader can be a police officer who call the bau for help to catch a serial killer or something, a bit of angst maybe and write only of you are inspired ! Don't force yourself, 🤗’

Warnings: Panic attack description, mild CM content. 

A/N: Man, I love Hotch. They did him DIRTY on CM because he stood up for his cast mates and I’ll never forgive CBS for it. 

Hotch was annoyed.

Though a regularly occurring emotion for him, it was rarely so focused upon himself. Today he stood in the conference room of the D.C. FBI Field Office, where they were assisting on a local case. And he was irritated with only himself.

Because of you.

He didn’t blame you in the least, of course. He wasn’t irrational, wasn’t one to deflect or project his emotions onto others-least of all someone entirely innocent and unaware. It was just exhausting, though, working this case. You were a new addition to the field office, having just transferred from Seattle in hopes of further advancing your already impressive career within the FBI. Hotch had heard of you before, details of your more prolific cases and intense work ethic were often relayed by Spencer Reid, who was one to stay up on fellow agents that might one day suit the BAU team.

And while Hotch had been impressed, mildly interested, happy to get a chance to work with you, he had not expected the woman who walked through the front lobby and extended her hand to him three days prior. No, you had caught him entirely off guard, and he was still reeling. He hadn’t felt this way about a woman in...probably ever if he was honest with himself. Hailey and he were high school sweethearts-that kind of love was different, steady and safe and expected. Beth had caught his attention, her kindness and overall different lifestyle an alluring escape from the realities of his day to day. But things never really took off with her, despite their mutual respect.

But you, well you had him captivated the moment he met your friendly gaze, your eyes wide in clear excitement for getting a chance to work with the BAU. Your hand grasped his and he’d felt like time had slowed, just enough that he could take in every single detail as he introduced himself. The way your hair fell, the curve of your hips, the small pout of your lips. Your posture, head held high to convey the message that you were a leader, not one to be overlooked. It all struck him at the moment, and when you repeated his name in your breathy voice, he knew he was done for.

Three days later the case was going well, though there was an uphill battle, progress was progress. Hotch was happy with how his team was performing. They’d worked plenty of cases with the staff of the D.C. field office. With different sections, and even interacted with many of the agents in social settings and workplace functions, given the proximity to Quantico. But Hotch felt he wasn’t working at his best, behaving entirely unlike himself as he was completely distracted by you every time you stepped into the room.

It had been three days of variable torture, his mind continually informing him of the why not’s-the age gap, that you probably already had a partner, that Hotch was damaged and cursed and certainly didn’t deserve a woman like you. And then you’d bring him a coffee, or stand closely next to him as you both surveyed a map provided by Reid, or tuck your hair behind your ear with a little smile when the conversation turned away from work, and Hotch would feel hot and bothered and not at all like himself.

“Agent Hotchner?” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts, his gaze lifting from the tablet he’d been pretending to read, and meeting yours. You smiled down at Hotch, leaning against the table where he sat. The scent of fresh linens and honeysuckle wafted toward him, delighting his senses further.

Hotch returned your smile automatically, something he was aware was rare for him. He hadn’t needed Derek mentioning it last night as they made their way out the doors, calling attention to his sudden eagerness to smile around the beautiful, strong new agent. But Derek had always enjoyed teasing him when he could get away with it.

“I’m sorry, Agent (Y/L/N), did you say something?” Could you hear his heart right now, as it beat against his chest? The thrum, thrum, thrum signalling just how you affected every cell within his body-could you sense it?

You smirked, extending a coffee you’d been clutching toward him with a small shrug, “I think you need this more than I do, sir.” You giggled, and Hotch’s cheeks flushed in response. His fingers brushed yours when he gratefully took the proffered beverage and he felt a shiver of electricity across his skin.

Hotch nodded in thanks, “Cases like this always seem to require extra coffee.” He admitted, taking a sip and noting how you enjoyed your coffee much sweeter than he did, but at that moment he didn’t mind. It was quality coffee, hot and given by you.

Sighing, you crossed your arms and Hotch kept his gaze level with yours despite the captivating way your breasts pushed out. Inwardly, he chastised himself for his train of thought. You were his colleague. His colleague. His very beautiful, disarmingly charming colleague.

“I agree, though they come along often enough that it’s starting to become a poor excuse for overindulging.”

Hotch glanced down at his mug as he laughed, then back up. When he met your eyes, he noticed they widened slightly, a faint flush dusting your cheeks. This captured his attention fully, but before he could begin to consider how to move forward, how to find out what your blushing meant, Derek and Emily walked into the conference room, heads low.

Another victim had been found.

+

“I really hate alleyways. I think society needs to eliminate them entirely,” You said, your hand clapped over your nose and mouth to ease the intensity of the scent of rotting flesh from the victim that you, Hotch and Reid were staring down upon. “After this case, I’m petitioning for it here-at least within my jurisdiction.”

Hotch laughed aloud. Reid glanced up from the victim, brows furrowed and opened his mouth to no doubt educate you on everything and anything he knew about alleyways. Which you assumed was a lot, because you’d known the genius a few days now and already understood there was little he didn’t know. But you shook your head, resting a hand on his arm as you laughed.

“She’s joking,” Hotch supplied, giving you a warm smile as Reid nodded in understanding. Your knees trembled every time this man looked at you, and you were surprised you didn’t just collapse the moment he flashed you that gorgeous grin. Fuck, you had it bad.

You’d always had a thing for older men, though you hadn’t dated any. You had had a few previous relationships with men your age, either fellow students in college or agents at the academy, but they were all short-lived. You counted some of those men amongst your closest friends. But you focused instead on your career and hoped one day a suitable partner would appear.

You hadn’t expected Agent Aaron Hotchner to tick every single box on your list the moment he introduced himself and those dark, warm eyes searched your face, as though he was seeing something unexpected. You’d spent the last few days finding any excuse to work with or near him, even going so far as to join him and Reid at this most recent crime scene despite how much you really, truly hated alleys.

Nothing good ever happened in an alley, as far as you were concerned, and though you tried to hide your discomfort behind humour, you were eager to assess the scene and get the hell out of the narrow, stifling gap carved between two old buildings.

It was a short while later, when the crime scene photographer was following your instructions, you and the two men on either side of you discussing the case from the vantage of the latest victim, that the discomfort began to fester. It evolved, so slowly you hadn’t realized until suddenly your spine felt tight and your level-headedness seemed to disintegrate. You swallowed, setting your jaw and working to disassociate yourself from your surroundings, hopeful the renowned BAU agents were too focused on their work to recognize your sudden internal struggle for composure.

Though, it seemed that Agent Hotchner had been paying attention, and you couldn’t fathom why. At first, you saw his eyes sweep over you from the corner of his own, taking in your stiff posture, the way your hands clenched at your sides. You thought he would leave it alone, be embarrassed for you when suddenly his large hand was slowly pressing into your lower back. Your shirt pressed to your skin and it was then that you realized the layer of sweat that had broken out over your body as your panic attack raged within.

You closed your eyes briefly, focusing on that hand, but it wasn’t enough. The alley was too narrow, too damp and hot, the odour in the air foul and suffocating. “Come with me.” He suddenly murmured in your ear, and you didn’t hesitate to comply, moving with Hotch as his hand remained on your back, guiding you to the mouth of the alley. Once you were on the street, he moved toward the SUV that you’d all driven over in.

Using the keys, he opened the trunk and gestured for you to take a seat. Again, you followed his instructions, lifting yourself, legs dangling slightly. You still couldn’t breathe, even though the air out here in the open was moving, fresh, a soft breeze dancing across your skin.

You felt like the air wasn’t meant for you anymore, your lungs incapable of pulling it in.

Hotch leaned in front of you, his warm eyes full of concern, “Can I touch you?” He asked you, voice low. You nodded, and his hands found your shoulders, grasping gently. After a moment, during which he gauged your reaction to his touch, his grip tightened and his hands slide up and down your upper arms, grounding you somewhat. “Close your eyes, breath with me, sweet girl.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, but you followed his suggestion and began to take deep breaths as your eyes closed. Your hands lay flat on your thighs, applying your own slight pressure. He took exaggerated breaths to ensure you could hear him and match your own.

You weren’t sure how long you and Hotch stayed like this, but his movements never ceased, and you could feel his eyes watching you. When your breathing evened out, you focused instead on the cool air, the strength behind his hands on you. Slowly, you opened your eyes and met his. “I’m sorry, I-“

Hotch shook his head, “You have nothing to apologize for. We’ve all been there.”

You smiled shyly at his words, nodding. “Well, thank you. This...it really helped.” You watched as he returned your smile, his right hand releasing your arm to brush falling strands of your hair over your shoulder. The gesture alone was enough to make you shiver again, your mind and body reconnecting as your panic attack diminished.

He seemed to notice your reaction this time, and pulled his hands back, appearing surprised. He didn’t move away, though, for which you were grateful. You weren’t ready for the moment to end.

“I hope I didn’t overstep, Agent.” He muttered, his serious frown returning. You shook your head quickly, eager for him to understand just how much you appreciated what he’d just done for you.

“You can call me (Y/N),” You replied quietly, considering your next words carefully. “Although...I didn’t mind sweet girl if I’m being honest.”

You had held his gaze as you spoke, which allowed you to bear witness to the emotions that played across the usually stoic man's face. Shock morphed into a small smile that met his butterscotch eyes, a blush creeping across his skin and his right hand moved to rub the back of his neck nervously. After a few moments, which you could see he was using to come up with a reply, he sat down next to you, your sides touching. He sighed with a smile.

“Could I take you to dinner once this case wraps up, (Y/N)?”

A grin spread across your face at his words, and, feeling bold, you took his hand into yours as you looked up at the handsome man. “I’d love that, Aaron.” You squeezed.

His eyes lit up at your reply and he returned your pressure as he smiled down at you. You stayed like that for a long while, grinning at one another like lovesick kids, so enamoured that you both missed Reid pulling out his phone to snap a picture.

He sent the photo to the team, conceding defeat to Derek and Emily, who had both bet it would take only three days for Hotch to ask you out. Spencer had bet on four days, JJ on a week, and Garcia on a week after the case would wrap up.

Now he was out forty bucks, but it was worth it to see the smiles lighting you both up as you gazed at one another. The rest of the world was background noise.  

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[dc41896]

Doesn’t Matter

Pairing: senator!Chris EvansxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: Another year in office, another invitation to a party among his political counterparts. And another evening of dread for you

⚠️: A bit of sad times and feeling out of place, fluff other than that💕!

A/N: I’ve seen AU fics about senator Chris and I loved the idea so I decided to write my own addition that I hope you guys like☺️!

“Don’t you look beautiful,” your husband’s sultry voice states before you feel soft lips on your cheek and a low, content hum emanates from his chest taking in your floral perfume. “Then again, what else is new?”

Turning around to find him halfway through buttoning his recently ironed white shirt, you gently push his hands away continuing where he left off.

“Such the charmer you are.”

“Well I have been told it’s one of my best qualities,” he smirks with a wink. “Alright which tie? Printed or solid?”

“Hmm...solid.”

“And it won’t be too boring?,” he asks as you take the tie from his hand securing it around his neck.

“I hate to break it to you honey, but pretty much every man there will probably have on the same thing. You definitely won’t look boring though.”

“Looks like I’m not the only charmer here,” he peers down at you and your soft smile just as you finish your work on his tie. You’re slightly caught off guard when his large hands on your hips swiftly turn you to look in the floor length mirror attached to the wall, his head falling to rest in the crook of your neck. For a few moments, you both just stand there taking in your reflections. You feeling weak in the knees (as per usual) at his classic black suit. And him, loving the way the blush colored gown made you look ethereal from the silk like material that flowed down your body to the floor below. It’s off the shoulder peasant sleeves and sweetheart neckline giving perfect, unlimited access to your collarbones also a favorite feature.

Although a lovely moment, he can’t ignore your overall glum mood you’ve tried to hide behind smiles and small conversation since this morning. Your typical reaction the day of banquet’s like this.

“Hey, I know these things aren’t exciting, but we’re not gonna stay long,” he whispers slowly swaying you back and forth.

“Really?”

“Mhmm, especially with you looking like that,” you giggle feeling his lips peck your neck. “I’ll say quick hellos around the room just to show face, then we’re gone.”

“Stay as long as you need. I know there’s probably plenty of important conversations to be had,” you state with a sigh turning to face those addicting blue eyes.

You’d think outside the Capital, and appropriate stages, debates on bills would cease. This lesson you learned the hard way by your third banquet.

“Not more important than being home with you.”

Capturing your lips with his, you both wished your night only consisted of this and cuddles rather than being squished in a room full of those who seemed to only love the sound of their own voice.

“Excuse me,” a deep voice in all black interrupts from the bedroom door making the two of you quickly separate. “The car’s parked out front. Are you ready Senator?”

“Um yes, thank you Max.”

With a nod, he leaves both of you to make your final touches (including wiping the lipstick from your husband’s mouth) and collect your things before reluctantly sliding in the backseat of the black SUV.

Maybe if you were lucky enough, you could just hide in the car until everything was over.

———

Stood by the bar with drink in hand, you look out among the chattering crowd of suits and dresses donning a polite smile to those who were nice enough to say hello as they passed. You managed to find your husband in the same place you left him, still nodding in feigned interest at Senator Johnson’s “latest” fishing epic. How the man could keep adding new details to a five year old story making it even more dramatic than the last telling you’d never know. Among those with some years in office, it was viewed as an initiation of sorts the first time you were told about the three, now six, foot bass caught on his private pond. It was typically told within your first year in office and was followed by an invitation to join him someday.

Fair warning: your day would only consist of debates, more bragging of the fishes he’s caught since the age of three, and finally not catching anything before he’d shrug with a “Guess they’re not biting today.”

In perfect timing, a waiter passes offering another champagne flute filled with the gold, bubbly liquid distracting the elder senator long enough for Chris to meet your eyes and wink before subtly using his head to motion to the door on his left. You thought it was a side exit at first, until a server removing a broom and dust pan proved it was in fact just a closet.

Eyebrows slightly raised, you quickly mouth “no” giggling to yourself.

“Kidding,” he mouths back giving you another wink as he sips from his champagne right as his buddy returns to their conversation pulling another passing congressman in to join.

“The E5 is clearly the better choice here. It covers more ground for the education reform that citizens are desperately wanting,” a woman in her fitted, floor length red dress and black heels explains a barstool down from you.

“Are you kidding?! It has so many holes in it, the E5 needs reforming itself.”

“What holes?! It pretty much covers every request! Teachers being paid more, equal funding for all schools-,”

“And yet at who’s price? The same ‘citizens’ you claim to be meeting the demands of,” the bald, blue suited man retorts before turning to you. “Help me out here, the E5 is definitely not the clear cut reform it’s claiming to be right?”

This was another reason you didn’t like coming to these things. Being dragged into heated discussions about topics you weren’t that familiar with and most times, knew nothing at all about. That’s why you tried to stay close to Chris so he could take over the conversation, or make up some excuse why you had to leave and weren’t able to talk.

“Um I’m honestly not sure,” you nervously smile setting your drink down, “but I know A1 is great with steak.”

Clearly the two weren’t impressed with your joke only peering at you with fake smiles and cutting your little chuckles short.

“Get it? Because you said E5 and A1-,”

“I’m sorry, who are you?,” the man asks swiping a beer bottle from the plate that passed him.

“Y/N Evans.”

“Senator Evans’ wife. No wonder we don’t hear much of you at these parties.”

A dry laugh is forced through your windpipe even though all you wanted to do was find Chris and leave. But you couldn’t let her see how her words sparked that hidden insecurity within you and definitely wouldn’t give this unknown woman the satisfaction of knowing exactly how to get under your skin.

“Senator. Congresswoman,” Chris cheerfully interrupts wrapping a protective arm around your waist to bring you closer into his side. “I hope you don’t mind me pulling my wife away for a moment.”

“Of course not. I was actually just saying how we don’t see much of her at these events.”

“Well, she does own a successful business that has much more exciting ventures and interactions than boring events like this. Honestly if I could, I’d skip these and go with her,” he chuckles kissing your temple.

“Oh how nice! A little shocking though to find a Senator’s wife not as politically engaged as him.”

“She does enough. Plus I’m the one working in politics not her.” From the way his jaw clenched you could tell he was growing frustrated and annoyed the more she talked.

“True, but being such the promoter for civic engagement don’t you think-,”

“Listen as much as I’d love to go on and on about something that’s really none of your business, being the protective husband I am I want to get my beautiful wife home before it gets too late. Especially with people like your husband around who just can’t seem to keep his hands to himself,” Chris states with a sickeningly sweet smile as if he were simply talking to people walking up to him on the street. This has champagne bubbles stinging your nose from the snort that escaped you not prepared for him to state something only those who knew whispered about.

“You both have a good night.”

———

The ride home was filled with silence as her words made you retreat to that unwanted part of your mind where you questioned what was once assured. Chris tried talking with you, and regaining your focus with his sweet kisses to your cheeks and loving touches, but it’d only work for a few seconds before you were gone again. You trudged upstairs to the closet with your husband close behind starting to loosen his tie as soon as he entered the dimly lit home. He kept peeking over his shoulder from his respective side of the walk in at how you carefully removed your heels putting them back in their correct spot and hung your dress with the other elegant gowns hating how upset you were.

“Baby don’t let what she said get to you, alright? I’m sure it’s probably too late for that from how quiet you’ve been, but she’s just a pompous, miserable person who judges others to feel good about herself.”

“….d-do you wish I was more into this life?,” you quietly ask pulling one of his faded college shirts over your head.

“What? Like into politics?”

“Yeah. Like a Condoleezza Rice or Michelle Obama. A classy intellectual and less like basic me who doesn’t know what an E5 is.”

Gently taking your hands, he guides your arms around his tattooed middle resting your head between his pecs as a hand soothingly rubs up and down your back while the other securely holds you to him as if afraid you’d somehow fly away.

“You remember when we first moved in together? That terrible one bedroom that we both probably should’ve gotten tetanus shots from living in?”

“How could I forget? I still have that smell coming from the balcony closet in my nose,” your muffled answer in his bare chest making him chuckle.

“And what was the first house rule we made that night we moved in?”

“Not to go out on the balcony.”

“…okay the second rule that’s now our first rule,” he laughs kissing the top of your head.

“Don’t bring work home.”

“And we said that because when we walk through those doors, we just want to focus on each other. That’s why we don’t have a lot of talks about whatever new bill they’re discussing,” he states tilting your chin to meet his eyes. “Not that we don’t talk about politics at all though. You are intellectual and always voice your opinions so eloquently, I feel like you should be the one at the Capital.”

Your small smile has his heart warming, happy to see you returning to your usual cheery nature.

“So to answer your question, no I don’t wish you were more into ‘this life’, I think you’re in it enough. You know anytime you want to talk about something we can for as long as you want. Or if you don’t that’s fine with me too, I just want you to be happy.” His soft lips press against your forehead and nose before finally landing on your lips repeatedly until your infectious giggles filled his ears making his own come about.

“I want you to be happy too.”

“I am, sunshine.” His cute nickname for you never failed in brightening your mood. Even when you were upset with him, he knew that boyish smile paired with the second name easily had him near freedom.

Darn your weakness for nicknames and the man in front of you.

“I’ll be happier though,” he begins, squatting down with a short grunt to swing your legs over his forearm carrying you bridal style over the closet threshold, “when we can go to bed.”

“Aww did all the mingling and insulting husbands tire you out?,” you jokingly pout. The cold, granite countertop against the back of your legs and thinly covered bottom has you slightly shivering while Chris kindly grabs your makeup wipes and gently removes the eyeshadow and liner from your eyes.

“Yea I’m definitely gonna get dirty looks for that.”

“Well maybe if her husband wasn’t so grabby and she wasn’t so rude, she wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“That is very true,” he deeply laughs using another wipe to make sure majority of your face was clear of any product. “I’d do it again though if she thinks she can mess with my wife like that.”

The feel of your lips on his bearded cheek has a blush tinting his cheeks as he lifts you again carrying you towards the elegant king bed with matching white sheets and duvet.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime sunshine.”

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[we-love-imagines]

Hi! Can you do a one shot college au Jotaro x reader? The idea is: all Joestars are brothers and they create a playlist for Jotaro that he'll have to make the reader listen to as a way to confess. All the songs are romantic, except the last one which is an addition from Joseph, Josuke and Jolyne and which would be "E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE", just to embarrass him in front of the reader and also to make a funny moment lolol You are a very talented writer! I'm happy that I found you on tumblr:D

This anon has my heart, you’re so sweet!!! I’m so sorry this took so long!!! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Cursing and lots of fluff!

I Should Have Never Asked For Help

It is a well-known fact among the Joestars that Jotaro is bad with words. Comically so. The only way he’d ever say “I love you,” to the rest of them would be through gritted teeth, pulling his signature black cap over his eyes. They loved him all the same, knowing how he cared for his family deep down, but they all acknowledged how affection was never his strong-suit.

That’s why when Joseph claimed Jotaro had the hots for someone, nobody believed him. Joseph and Jotaro shared a math class at university, and Joseph was picking up on the lingering stares he sent your way during lectures. When you started a study group before finals, he was the first to sign up. Joseph was taken aback when you greeted Jotaro before class, and he didn’t tell you to fuck off. He knew something was up with his little brother, and having no respect for boundaries, he couldn’t help but tease.

Usually huffing in response, Jotaro would brush off his older brother’s teasing. While he did feel something towards you, he certainly didn’t have the means to act on it. Jotaro wasn’t entirely used to the feeling, and he was happy with how things were. As Joseph’s teasing grew more bold and incessant, making kissy faces whenever you were around, Jotaro started to get pissy. Even the lightest of teasing while you were nearby really pushed Jotaro’s buttons.

One day, when Joseph made a comment about catching Jotaro staring at you while you were within earshot, it all boiled over. Jotaro ushered his brother away from you, hiding his blushing face under his hat as he finally admitted to Joseph that he did have a thing for you. Ecstatic, Joseph insisted Jotaro ask you out. Jotaro had thought about it, for sure, but he admitted to his brother he didn’t know how. While girls tended to gravitate towards Jotaro in highschool, he’d never asked anyone out on a proper date before.

Thinking back on how he won Suzie Q over with a mixtape, Joseph got an idea to help his brother. When the pair got home, Joseph pulled out his phone and asked each Joestar sibling their favorite love song, hoping someone’s music taste would overlap with yours. There was a good variety in there, too; some slow, sweet songs picked out by Jonathan and Giorno, some light pop picked out by Josuke, and some fun additions from Jolyne and Joseph himself.

When Jolyne asked what this was for, Joseph confided with her that this was to help Jotaro ask someone out. A mischievous glint appeared in her eye, never missing an opportunity to mess with her older brother. Being pretty active online, Jolyne had become very familiar with Corpse Husband and the millions of fangirls raving about him 24/7, and she’d heard his signature song a handful of times. The edgy, deep-voiced Internet personality kind of reminded her of her brother, so she couldn’t resist pulling his leg a little bit.

Getting a notification on his phone, Jotaro saw that Joseph had sent him the completed playlist. He let out a deep sigh, too nervous to look at the songs they had picked out, and even more nervous to show them to you. Trusting his siblings, just this once, he put his phone down and went to bed.

~

The next day, Jotaro got up early to meet with you before classes started. He took extra care to get himself ready, brushing his teeth for an extra few seconds and applying slightly more cologne than usual. He was nervous beyond belief, leaving the house without a word to an excited Joseph to find you.

You usually met him inside the library, which housed your study room, but he was surprised to see you standing outside the building. Smiling and waving as you saw him, you motioned for him to follow you inside. Had you been waiting for him?

“How are you, Jojo?” you hum, making your way into the study room and taking your normal seat at the table. Jotaro made a huffing noise and shrugged in response. Warm, morning sunlight poured into the room as you pulled the textbooks from your bag, quickly glancing at your phone to see the other few members of your group couldn’t make it today.

“Looks like it’s just us today,” you sigh to him, opening up your textbook to the bookmarked page, “We left off here last time-”

“-Wait, before we start,” he cut you off, capturing your attention as you readied your materials, “You’re into music, right?”

You chuckled lightly in response, “Who isn’t?”

He gulped, pulling his phone from his pocket as he fiddled around to find where he had saved the playlist. Thank god he had a good poker face, his body a bundle of nerves as he hoped it didn’t show. His only tell were the few beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he turned to face you, showing you his device.

“I made you a playlist,” he stated in almost monotone, trying to hide how his cheeks pinked when your smile widened at his words. Truly taken aback, you couldn’t hide your own blush as you took the phone from his hands, adjusting the screen to see it better in the morning light. The playlist was titled simply, ‘For (y/n)’, but it still made your heart flutter.

“Thank you Jotaro, this is really sweet!” You chime at him, Jotaro only nodding in response, “May I play it?”

Jotaro gulped again. This was it.

“You may.”

You hit play, placing the phone on the table as you quietly thanked Jotaro once again. Slow notes began playing, Jotaro’s nervous ticks showing more, his foot anxiously tapping against the carpet. This song was a cheesy classic, surely a pick by Jonathan: Elvis’s I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You. It was a little on-the-nose for his taste, but he watched as you got an excited glint in your eyes as you recognized the first few bars.

“I love this song!” you chirp, happily grooving along as you begin moving your attention back to your textbook. He nervously wondered if the meaning of the playlist was lost on you. It released the tension in his body, the thought of rejection flying out the window, but he was left with a bit of disappointment in his gut. Ideally, you would have caught on and returned his affections, but that gratification would never come.

You continued to enjoy the music as you worked, quietly singing along as you two quizzed each other on the various concepts. You enjoyed the varied music, some songs slower and others more upbeat. As you continued to listen, you paid more attention to the words- were these songs all romantic?

“I didn’t take you for a sap, Jojo,” you jested, “These are all pretty lovey-dovey!”

“-That’s the point.”

He was surprised with his own boldness, all his nerves returning as he saw your eyes go wide in realization. Quickly going tomato red, your heart thumped in your chest as you put it together that Jotaro was asking you out. While you had developed a little crush on him yourself, you never thought he would ever reciprocate your feelings, let alone make the first move.

“Oh!” you shakily breathe, “This is- wow, this is out of left field!”

“Is this weird?” he hesitantly asked, letting slip a little anxiousness in his voice. Touching his hand, you reach out to him.

“Oh no no no-” you hurriedly reassure, “No! I really like it, Jojo!”

You take a deep breath as you finish your thought.

“I really like you, Jojo!”

With that, he lets slip a breathy sigh from his lips, giving you a rare smile as he reciprocates your touch. He places his thumb over the back of your palm, rubbing a little circle on it as he wipes the sweat from his brow.

“That’s a relief,” he jokingly murmured, sharing a little laugh with you as the song that was playing ended. You both were caught off guard as a new, louder song filled the room.

CHOKE ME LIKE YOU HATE ME BUT YOU LOVE ME-

Immediately he went red again, whispering his annoyed catchphrase to himself as he put his hand to his cap. You couldn’t hold your laughter as the filthy Corpse song filled your ears.

“Now this is more your style!” you tease him, nudging him lightly.

“I didn’t make it alone,” he confesses, giving you a small smile as the shock wore off, “But this is the last time I ask for help.”

I Hope you enjoyed! I also made a playlist based off this fic for my sweet anon:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/06A7aN1LtLYWCDNQs04rGa?si=sYaMp0B4RWK3N3zc62gZow

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Spat by SisterSpooky1013

1428 words- read it here on AO3

“What? Where are you going?” He asked as she rolled away from him, retreating under the covers.

“Never mind, Mulder, I’m going to sleep,” she replied tersely, her bare back turned towards him.

“Scully, what just happened? I’m so confused,” he pleaded with her.

He ran quickly through the preceding two minutes; he was lying in her bed reading while she took a shower. She had emerged from the bathroom naked and crawled on top of him, which he very much welcomed. He’d set his book aside immediately and started kissing her when suddenly her demeanor changed, and now she was stonewalling him. What the fuck.

He rolled onto his side to nestle himself against her back, putting a hand tentatively on her hip over the covers. “Scully, I can clearly see that I did something to upset you, but I honestly have no idea what. I need you to help me out here.”

She heaved a deep sigh and rolled on to her back. Her bare breasts were illuminated in the the light of the small bedside lamp and he forced his gaze to her face. Hopefully if he played his cards right, he’d still get to pay them the attention he wanted to tonight.

“I hate it when you say things like that to me, Mulder,” she said to the ceiling. The expression on her face held irritation, but also hurt. Beyond pissing her off, he’d hurt her feelings, which was something he avoided like the plague. As they’d gotten to know each other in this new, intimate way, he’d learned that underneath her tough exterior she was actually very sensitive. The more she grew to trust him with her feelings, the more often she let him know when something he said or did rubbed her the wrong way. It was proving to be a steep learning curve.

“What did I say?” He asked softly, brushing his fingers over her forearm.

She shot him a look that said “you know exactly what you said,” but he really didn’t.

In a derisive tone, she spelled it out for him. “I came out of the bathroom, naked, and climbed into your lap, and you said, and I quote ‘someone’s eager tonight.’” She stopped talking and set her jaw. Was that it? That was it. He was still confused.

“Okay. And that’s bad?”

She scoffed and rolled away from him again.

He looked up, requesting help from God or the universe or maybe even the extra terrestrials. He was bad at this. He wasn’t sure if that was because it had been so long since he’d been in a relationship, or if he’d avoided relationships precisely because he wasn’t any good at them. Chicken or egg, he was screwed. He scooted closer to her and draped his arm over her waist, taking her hand in his.

“Sweetheart, I promise I’m not being obtuse when I tell you that I don’t understand why that’s a bad thing to say. I’m sorry I hurt your feelings, but if you don’t explain why or how, I have zero confidence that I won’t do it again,” he was taking a risk using the pet name he’d tried out only a couple times. She seemed to like it, but she also didn’t like the fact that she liked it. It was a double-edged sword.

She sighed deeply again. When she spoke, her voice was small and unsure. “Do you recall me talking to you about my feelings around sex…around sexual desire?” She asked.

They had had a few conversations about what it was like for her growing up in the guilt-laden culture of Catholicism, and that since she’d started exploring sexually as a teen she’d always struggled with feeling guilty for her own desires. That although she did not ascribe to the belief that only whores wanted and enjoyed sex, she’d never been able to entirely rid herself of the shame she’d been indoctrinated with.

“Yes, of course I do. So…me saying that made you feel…something?” He tried to put the pieces together. This had something to do with her hang-ups around sex.

“When you say things like that, teasing or drawing attention to the fact that I’m initiating sex or that I want it, it makes me feel like you think I’m…” she trailed off.

“Like I think you’re what?” He prodded, squeezing her gently with his arm.

“I don’t know, Mulder. It’s stupid.”

There was no title to their relationship. At no point had they discussed what this was, or how to call it. But in moments like this, he was pretty sure he was her boyfriend. This was a boyfriend conversation. And the well of patience he was drawing from, trying to get her back within his orbit, it was a reserve he had not tapped into in many years. It was boyfriend patience, because boyfriends care enough about the feelings of their significant other to wade through complicated and often frustrating conversations for the sole purpose of continuing to enjoy all the happy moments that surrounded them. She was unequivocally worth it.

He tucked his face into the crook of her neck and kissed her sweetly on the shoulder. “It’s not stupid. Please tell me what you’re thinking.”

She rolled on to her back again; a good sign since it meant he could actually see her face. She was still directing her words to the popcorn texture of the ceiling. “It makes me feel like you think I’m dirty, or too sexual. It makes me feel like there’s something wrong with me. And it makes me angry, because I should be able to want and have and enjoy sex without feeling bad about it.”

He nodded in understanding. “So me saying you were eager felt like I was criticizing or making fun of you for initiating sex, like it meant something about you. Something negative.” He kept his tone soft and even.

She finally met his eye and he was struck by how vulnerable she looked. In addition to her nakedness, her furrowed brow and the pebble of her chin resembled nothing of the powerhouse beside him in a suit each day at the office. He was overcome with tenderness for her, and gratitude that she was allowing him to see her so raw and unguarded. He smiled softly at her and brought his hand to her cheek, brushing his thumb over her lips.

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way. Thank you for telling me.”

She turned to face him and he quickly slid under the covers to envelop her in his arms without barriers, her face tucked against his chest while her leg threaded between his. He rubbed his hand up and down her back, grateful when he felt her relax against him.

“I understand where those feelings come from,” he continued, “and that they aren’t necessarily rooted in logic. But if logic has any impact at all, then I think I should tell you that any day that you express interest in me sexually is the best day of my life.”

She chuckled against the fabric of his T shirt.

“I’m serious. If your hang up is that you worry that wanting sex makes you some kind of depraved sex-fiend, my hang up is that I worry that I’m an awkward, unlovable doofus who no one wants to have sex with.”

She tilted her face up to look at his. “So I’m hesitant about initiating sex because you’ll think I’m a whore, and you’re hesitant about initiating sex because you think that I don’t want to have sex with you?”

“Exactly.”

“Wow. No wonder it took us so long to sleep together,” she said dryly, then smiled at him.

Sensing that he’d found his footing, he ran his hand down her back again, this time continuing to cup her ass and give it a squeeze. He was rewarded by her flexing her pelvis against him as she brought her hand to his cheek and captured him in a kiss.

“For the record, Mulder, I do want to have sex with you.” Her words were hot against his lips.

“Right now?”

“Right now would be good, if you’re interested.” She slid her hand down his chest, over his belly and on to the bulge forming in his sweatpants. “Which it would appear that you are.”

“For the record, Scully, I’m always interested.”

She rolled into him until she was once again hovering over him naked, and they picked up where they left off.

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