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melodyanqel · 5 days ago

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 ── ★ h.jh. (002. only you)

love at first sight happens between the police officer and a bright, innocent woman. they shared a deep connection that meant they needed each other more than anything, even when they experienced the same nightmare.

⤷ pairing: hwang jun-ho x fem!oc

⤷ genre/tags: fluff, angst, thriller, psychological drama, established relationship, team bonding, financial issues, games, action, betrayal, foreigner!soft!oc, protective!junho

⤷ warnings: smut! mention of masturbation

⤷ wc: 4.1k words

⤷ note: ahh this is my first time writing +18 parts and i hope it is decent enough lol. also i hit 200 followers! as a thank you here is a longer chapter ♡

⤷ melodyanqel taglist: @hwallazia @rubyredish @analysisiinternet @ilovebtsomgie

“I’m glad you are doing better. You look pretty with a smile.”

Tough men can be soft, and that's no shame. Lily looks at Jun-ho with endearment. His ethereal side profile is straight out of a romance manhwa. She can admire for hours and never get tired.

Jun-ho then stops at a red light and cranes his neck to look at Lily. His brawny hand takes her small, delicate one. “Even when I become mopy for no reason.” He draws a grin and she giggles with blushing cheeks. In response to his question, “Yes. I haven’t gotten sick of it.” She tightens her grip. Jun-ho raises Lily's hand to kiss her knuckles like a real prince.

About another ten minutes, the couple arrived at Mrs. Hwang’s apartment. Jun-ho still lives with his mother and it’s common for people in this country to live with your loved ones, despite your age. Lily didn’t find it strange because she would’ve done the same if she couldn’t afford to move out. Plus, it’s great that Jun-ho is willing to care for his mother.

He mentioned In-ho but never told Lily and his mother about what happened in 2021 or his sudden disappearance. However, Jun-ho did give stories about his brother before everything. They were all moments when they were kids. Even though they’re half-brothers, they bonded quickly like blood-related brothers. And there are times when Jun-ho misses the old In-ho.

After ringing the doorbell, an elderly woman opens it for her son and his girlfriend.

Lily smiles in delight. “Omonim!” She opens her arms and Mrs. Hwang doesn’t miss a second for a hug. “My dear! You’re beautiful as always!” She caresses the back of the younger woman’s head. “Thank you, omonim.” Lily thanked her.

As they parted, Mrs. Hwang moved her attention to Jun-ho. He goes into her arms. “Hi, omma. Thank you for the birthday wishes.” He has to bend down to embrace his tiny yet remarkable mother. She tells him, “Of course. You’re my child and I’m not too old to not remember.” Mrs. Hwang is still healthy for a woman in her sixties.

Her quips never fail to make the couple laugh. She does have some wit.

Shortly, everyone gets inside the apartment. Like a magnet, Lily zooms into the kitchen and sees the delicious home-cooked food in containers. It’s also good because she doesn’t need to make or buy meals for the rest of the week. Jun-ho is also mesmerized by his mother’s cooking.

“Wow, you outdid yourself, omma.” He commented. She pats his left arm and states. “Whenever it’s your birthday, I’ll spoil you.” Mrs. Hwang will continue to make him feel like he is the best in the world. Jun-ho chuckles and gathers the containers in the tote bag on the island. “I’ll let you know whenever I’ll be home.” He didn’t need to tell his mother because she knew he’d return. But he is still afraid of her scolding.

“Okay. Enjoy your birthday, honey.” Mrs. Hwang kisses Jun-ho’s cheek. Lily watches the moment happen and it warms her heart. Then she felt something. “Let me go use the bathroom first before we leave.” She drank four bottles of water today. It’s summer and scorching hot. Lily scurries to the bathroom like a mouse.

When she leaves the kitchen, it’s the mother and son together. Mrs. Hwang instantly asked Jun-ho. “Have you asked her yet?” She is eager to know if their family will grow bigger. Jun-ho sighs and shakes his head. “No, not yet. I wanted to do it on our second anniversary, but I wasn’t sure if her family would accept me. Especially her parents. I barely asked them last week and they welcomed me.” He confessed to his mother about his self-doubt.

She gives him a hopeful look. “Don’t be scared. I love Lily so much that I don’t want any other woman for you. If you do it tonight, call me.” Mrs. Hwang hugs her son and he takes it because he needs to calm his nerves.

The sound of footsteps approaches them. Lily sees them hugging and she patiently waits for them. Jun-ho feels her gaze and he breaks away from his mom. He makes eye contact with his beautiful angel. “Ready?” He questions and Lily nods her head.

Once again, she thanks Mrs. Hwang for the food. The couple said goodbye to her and can now have their little party. Jun-ho holds Lily’s hand as they head back to the vehicle. He takes deep breaths because he doesn’t expect to be nervous. Lily notices his touch is getting clammy. She reads Jun-ho’s body language and it concerns her.

“Are you okay?” The petite woman inquired the tall policeman.

He answers in short, “I’m good. I’m a bit exhausted but I have enough energy.” Thankfully, Lily comprehends and goes with the flow. Jun-ho is becoming a wreck, internally. It’s worse than his first day on the job.

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

After a quick stop, it’s a relief to be back in the comforts of your home.

Once Jun-ho enters Lily’s place, he sees the decorations in the small living room. A gleeful smile plays on his face when he reads a sign on the ceiling, above the coffee table. It says, “Happy Birthday Darling.”

He also spotted colorful balloons on the floor, table, and couch. But the most prominent is the big Pochacco balloon sitting by the patio door because Jun-ho reminds Lily of the adorable Sanrio dog. Jun-ho closes and locks the door. He embraces his woman from the back to sprinkle kisses on her neck. He has been waiting all day to have intimacy.

The man hears the beauty squealing from the affection. “I take it that you love my decorations!” She was taken advantage of by his hug attack. The only side of Jun-ho that no one will ever see, except for Lily. He presses one last kiss on her neck. “You did amazing. Let’s start our night.” Jun-ho will appreciate Lily until his last breath.

He separates from her and excuses himself to put his backpack in her room. Jun-ho packed clothes, hygiene supplies, and a spare key to Lily’s apartment, in case she gets locked out or whenever he comes by. He unzips the front pocket to grab an item—a little box.

Jun-ho knows he can’t be a coward because he promises his mother and her family that he’ll take their relationship to another level. He breathes in and out to ease the tension. Jun-ho puts the little box in his pocket and goes to his girlfriend.

He leaves the room and witnesses Lily placing a heart-shaped vanilla cream cake on the dining table. It has “Happy Birthday Jun-ho” written in icing and hangul. She adds the candles and lights the wicks. Jun-ho is thirty-three. Whenever people turn thirty, they sometimes get worried because of aging anxiety. But Jun-ho is grateful to continue living. He fought for his life to wake up from a coma.

Jun-ho walks over to Lily. She hears his footsteps and perks her head. An ecstatic smile rises on her lips. Lily sings him “Happy Birthday” in Korean and Jun-ho smiles ear to ear.

“Happy birthday to Hwang Jun-ho! Happy birthday to you!”

Lily claps her hands cheerily when he blows out the candles. “Picture time! Go sit by your cake!” She runs to the island and takes her phone out of her purse. Jun-ho grins merrily and he obliges his lover’s demand. She comes back to snap hundreds of pictures. Lily once thought Jun-ho should sign up for modeling because his beauty is magnificent. She sometimes wonders how she got so lucky.

They do look like the perfect couple—almost too perfect.

“Are you done?” Jun-ho has been posing for a minute and getting a bit tired. Lily responds, “I’m done!” She sets down her phone on the table. It probably has no storage left.

Out of the blue, her boyfriend asked her. “Should I tell you what I wished for?”

Lily gives him a staggered expression. “No! It won’t come true!” She believes in the saying and he shouldn’t ruin it.

Jun-ho then pulls out the chair to stand up. “My love. I do want to tell you something, though.” He gets her full attention. Lily watches him come to her. Sure. What is it?” she asked calmly, having no clue. Jun-ho purses his lips and takes both her hands into his. Courage—he truly needs it, and can’t turn back now. Jun-ho begins to expound.

“You are the only woman in my life. I was hesitant to do this, but I realized you mean so much to me that I don’t see anyone else to make me feel alive and know what love is. I took the time to think about it with my omma and your parents about what I want my future to be like. I hope it gets fulfilled once I ask you a question.”

His warm brown eyes are on hers and without looking away, he lets go of her hands. Jun-ho is down on one knee and pulls the small box out of his pocket. He hears Lily gasp and her chocolate brown orbs are glassy. She has tears welling. Jun-ho opens the box to reveal a silver ring with a circle diamond. “Will you be my wife, Lilymae Reed?” He finally asked the question.

Lily nods her head earnestly as tears fall from her eyes. “Yes! Yes, Hwang Jun-ho!” She sobs her words. Jun-ho’s lips crack a big smile and he gingerly puts on the stunning jewelry on her left ring finger. He stands on his feet to gather a crying Lily into a big bear hug.

“Oh, I have a gift from Bo-young!” She remembers the drawing. They parted and Lily took out the paper from her purse. She hands it to Jun-ho and he is truly fascinated. “Wow. She is wonderful. Tell her that I love it.” He kindly compliments the little girl’s artwork. Jun-ho believes and so does Lily, Bo-young has a crush on him, but it’s overall cute.

His birthday will forever be his favorite day from now on.

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“So, is that why you’ve been acting weird?”

Lily knew something was up with Jun-ho, but she didn’t question it. She slurps on the jjajangmyeon that his mother cooked. It’s like heaven in her mouth. Jun-ho is eating the same thing with dumplings.

The silence breaks when he puts down his chopsticks and clarifies to Lily. “It did take me months to build the courage. So, around last week, I managed to talk to your parents and my broken English somehow made them understand that I need their blessings. I then earned it. I also told my omma and she was exhilarated because she wanted you and your family to join us, which I should tell her soon.” He must not break his mother’s promise.

Jun-ho sees Lily crying again while chewing on her noodles. He couldn’t contain his laughter. His fiancé is too precious. Jun-ho reaches over to grab her left hand. His thumb brushes the ring on her finger. Lily finishes chewing and wipes off the tears with her right hand.

She tells Jun-ho her thoughts. “I wished my family was here. I must thank them for letting you marry me because I am so grateful they accepted you. Also, your omma. I love her with my life,” Lily pauses and continues, “I’m looking forward to being her daughter-in-law.” That sounds odd but she’ll get used to it. Jun-ho holds her hand firmly. “I too wished your family was here. However, one day they’ll come visit South Korea.” He reassured Lily.

“Yes, one day.” Her voice trails like an echo.

To lighten the mood, Jun-ho suggests finishing dinner because he does want dessert. He has a sweet tooth just like his fiancé. Bumping into the bakery was either a coincidence or destiny.

After devouring the delicious jjajangmyeon and dumplings, they had enough space for the vanilla cream cake. Jun-ho takes a piece with a fork and eats it. His dark brown eyes widen. “Wow! You did amazing!” He compliments Lily’s homebaked dessert. She smiles gaily at his cute reaction. “Thank you! You can have more whenever you want.” Lily learned culinary when she first started living by herself because she knows she’ll need it in the future.

Her gaze lands on Jun-ho lips. She snickers and wipes off the cream with her thumb. “Don’t be a slob. I want to marry someone with manners.” Lily said in jest but she did mean it. Jun-ho then teases her by licking her thumb. She jolts and pulls away. “Yah! Don’t do that!” Lily glares at him with rosy cheeks. His eyes darken at the shy look she is giving him. Since when did Jun-ho become so seductive? Lily snatches the plate from him. “No more cake for you!” She chides and sets down the cake on the island.

Jun-ho chuckles huskily and wraps his arms around her petite waist. She has her back against his broad chest. His cleaned lips are close to her ear. “I love you, my Lily.” He spoke in a much deeper and elegant voice. The shy woman slowly puts her arms over his and turns her neck to look up at him. Lily is staring at Jun-ho's strong, needy gaze. “I love you too.” She admits wholeheartedly.

The man and woman move forward, touching their lips into a delightful kiss.

In the end, they ate more of the cake because Jun-ho wanted it before going to bed.

Midnight arrives, which means time to wash up and rest. Well, not for Lily. She is engaged and wants to do something more romantic and sensual. Indeed, Lily is the type to wait because she never experienced a serious relationship. She had a few boyfriends, but they didn’t consider her much. Jun-ho is different. He gives Lily consent and respects her. It’s also one of the many reasons she agrees to date him.

Lily is in the bathroom while Jun-ho lies on the bed, scrolling through his phone. She looks at herself in the mirror and she is nervous. Lily wears a white babydoll slip dress. It’s see-through so her stomach and underwear are shown. Her brunette hair has no bows and her makeup is retouched. After deep breaths, Lily leaves the bathroom and sheepishly goes to Jun-ho.

He hears the door creaking, and instantly, he feels something and puts his phone on the nightstand. The love of his life is dressed all pretty and sultry. Lust begins to take over him.

Jun-ho sees how shy Lily is when she steps closer to him. She reaches the bed and crawls to him like a vixen. It’s the first time Jun-ho is thrilled and fully aroused by a woman. Lily has the effect. He also had touched himself while thinking of her. She has the body of a goddess and her dulcet voice does things to him. Plus, her shyness makes him want to ravish her.

Lily’s soft breasts sway when she goes to Jun-ho and he can see her folds being covered by a lace underwear. Her innocent yet lustful brown orbs and blushing cheeks are making him hard. Lily straddles his waist and her hands press Jun-ho’s chest. She feels a bit tingly from his strong gaze. His hands hold her perfectly curved waist.

“Are you sure?” Jun-ho asked in a husky yet tender voice.

To his surprise, Lily nodded. “Yes. I want you.” She confessed to her future husband. A squeak lets out of her mouth when Jun-ho flips her. Now he is on top. His lips passionately kiss her plump rosy ones. Lily’s breath hitches when he forcefully sticks his tongue into her mouth. She wraps her arms around Jun-ho's neck to deepen it. Her tongue timidly licks his and he releases a dark chuckle.

Jun-ho pulls away with a sly smirk. “You look exquisite, my love. I didn’t expect you to dress like a slut for my birthday.” His filthy yet affectionate words have Lily covering her face with her hands and legs tightening around Jun-ho’s hips. Not to mention, her panty is no longer dry.

“It’s embarrassing when you speak like that.” She has to get used to Jun-ho’s praises. She listens to the sound of him removing his shirt. He hovers into Lily’s space to remove her hands. Jun-ho’s smirk turns into a cordial smile. “Don’t worry, my love. I’ll be gentle.” He gives Lily’s hands kisses.

They take it slow, finding new places to kiss, lick, taste, and bite. Once taking off her babydoll and underwear, Jun-ho appreciates her goddess-like body creatively, using his hands, mouth, and tongue. His lips move to her cleavage. Lily does the same to him. She runs her hands over his muscular body with sculpted abs and pecs. Her hands stopped at his sweats. She grips the hemline and looks at Jun-ho.

He lifts his eyes, “Yes, you may.” He says in a low voice.

Now they’re both naked. Jun-ho sits up and pulls Lily onto his lap. She takes the time to admire him as if she hasn’t done that before. However, she has discovered beauty in her man. She gasps when she feels his cock, rises big against her ass. Lily feels her folds getting wetter because Jun-ho is undeniably beautiful.

“Jun-ho!” She cried out his name when his mouth immediately sought an erected nipple, sucking greedily.

He has been waiting to taste these adorable buds.

Lily then moans loudly from his fingers touching her pearl. Jun-ho releases her nipple and speaks into her ear. “You’re so sensitive. I hope you can handle my cock.” He groans and continues to rub Lily’s twitching folds. She becomes a mess when his index and middle fingers slide inside. Her squeals and gasps are airy and high-pitched like a mellifluous melody. Jun-ho can feel her holding his shoulder roughly from the euphoria. His fingers move intensely.

“I-I feel something. I-I d-don’t know.” Lily stutters as pleasure fills in her stomach.

Jun-ho demands, “Cum. Cum, angel.”

She does what he says. A loud, delicious moan escapes from her mouth. She can feel a cream substance explode from her cunt and onto Jun-ho’s fingers and abs. Overstimulated, Lily hugs him by wrapping her arms underneath his biceps to feel his sturdy back. Jun-ho gives her a moment to recover because she is twitching. His clean hand rubs her back.

“Again, are you sure? I don’t have protection.” He is being cautious. Lily makes an effort to respond to him. “Yes, I’m ready. And I do have them in my nightstand drawer. Don’t ask.” Her cheeks burned and she felt his chest move up and down because he was laughing.

Lily moves off of him as Jun-ho takes one condom and tears it open to put it on. He gently lays his woman on the bed and goes on top. “You can scratch and bite me if it’s too much,” Jun-ho reassures Lily, even though he’ll enjoy a bit of pain.

A joyful smile graces her face. “Okay.” She is officially letting him have her body.

Lily locks her legs behind his back, angling herself as he pushes through, inch by inch. She gasps, throwing her head back and whimpering in delight. Jun-ho moves with purpose, reveling in her as he gives her every bit of himself and listens to her gasps turn into throaty moans. Lily shudders against him, and he picks up her hips so he can hit that one place that’ll drive her wild.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking perfect.” Jun-ho is proud to worship what’s his endlessly.

Her walls close around Jun-ho and he grips the sheets. Lily kisses his temple, crying against his shoulder as she reaches the cusp and orgasms.

The lovers spent the night intertwined underneath the full moon.

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Golden rays of the sun ascended from the horizon. It’s the next morning and everywhere is quiet.

Lily dug into Jun-ho’s chest, wrapping her like a blanket with his athletic arms. The sun begins to beam through the curtains. She grimaces when light shines on her to wake her up. Her chocolate brown eyes blinked open and she first noticed her sleeping fiancé. He looks so peaceful and cute. Not like last night.

“You can take a picture, it’ll last forever.”

Jun-ho’s deep, drowsy voice scares Lily. His eyes are still closed. She pouts, “I wasn’t looking.” A failed excuse that made him laugh in contentment.

He opens those warm brown irises that she loves. Jun-ho plays a grin. “Good morning. Do you have any plans for today?” He asked and brushed her luscious brunette strands out of her face. Lily replied, “Yes. I’m having a girl’s day with So-eun. I forgot to mention she bought that dress for me and the condom.” A blush blooms her fair cheeks. Jun-ho laughs at her bashful expression.

“Tell So-eun that I said thank you.” He receives a light smack from Lily. His outgoing fiancé gets extremely shy about intimacy or sex. It also makes Jun-ho fall for her more because she is so pure-hearted.

Lily lets out a breath. “I need to get ready or she’ll blow up my phone.” She knows So-eun hates waiting and it’s understandable. Jun-ho buries his face into her face and whines. “Why must you go?” He sounds like an upset child. Lily didn’t think the almighty Jun-ho would be so clingy.

“Don’t you have work, mister?” She giggles when he groans in annoyance. His grumpy side is amusing to her because he knows his chief will yell at him if he doesn’t show up. That man has no patience and is forever cranky.

It’s also the weekend, but Jun-ho picked up a shift to earn extra. The next day, he’ll go sailing, which he’d been doing since June, and can’t find the island where the game took place. “I take that as yes.” Lily does a little nudge but Jun-ho has no complaint. He feels her delicate fingers brushing his dark locks. If only he could stay like this for eternity.

No nightmares, no worries, and no complications.

“I’m sure you’ll do great. If you need to vent, you can always come to me.” Lily has no problem being Jun-ho’s leaning shoulder because, in their future marriage, they need to express themselves. Communication has improved for them.

The man lifts his head from his love's hair to kiss her swollen lips. “Thank you. And you stay safe.” He gives her a direct reminder with love and care. Lily nods, “Of course. The same goes for you.” She hugs his neck and lays a little kiss on the side of her darling’s cheek.

Afterward, Jun-ho is freshened up and puts on his uniform. He looks like he is getting ready for school, which is what Lily once commented and he does.

Jun-ho stands in front of her full-length mirror to tie his tie. When he was a detective it was different. He wore regular clothes, a badge, and a gun holster. It was nice but he isn’t positive about going back. Guess road safety suits him better.

Eventually, Jun-ho goes to the kitchen where he notices Lily is laying out breakfast dishes and two mugs on the table. She wears a plain white shirt, a jean skirt, and frilly socks. Her long brunette hair is up in a high ponytail. The sight makes his heart full because he gets to wake up to his beautiful angel every day in the future.

Jun-ho approaches Lily and brings his left arm around her waist. “Good morning. The food looks divine.” His eyes land on the two avocado toast with over medium eggs. Lily smiles, “I used to eat these when I lived in America. It’s like comfort food for me.” She would share Jun-ho her childhood meals and it impresses him how tasty they are.

“Well, I’ll be enjoying it.” He pecks her cheek as a thank you and sits down to devour the toast. Lily joins him and pushes a mug of black coffee into the center. “For you because you need your energy.” She figures he’ll have a long day. Jun-ho grins mirthfully because Lily knows him too well.

He almost forgot to tell her something when it hit him. Jun-ho says, “My birthday wish is to marry the love of my life and it came true.” He sees Lily blushing with a big smile. She coos, “Aww. I’m glad that it’s happening. Also, tell omonim about it.” He did keep a promise and he shall commit.

Jun-ho responds, “Of course. You know how my omma is. She had been waiting for it when I first entered my adulthood.”

Lily's pink lips grow a blissful smile. "Omonim can be a bit nosy."

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toomiieimagiines · 5 months ago

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hi hi there! sooooo, how about some Tsukasa cuddling headcanons? Feel free to ignore if you’ve got better ones! Have a super awesome day! >:D

YOU ALL ARE A BUNCH OF DIRTY DIRTY TSUKASA LOVERS!! WHAT IS WITH HIM THAT YOU LOVE SO MUCH! ToT love a good cuddle hc…. was honestly excited to see it… (can we address how he dresses sometime? what a cutie pie…. honestly, i didn’t really favor kasa before i started writing for him!! he’s so darling!!!>_<) AND SORRY FOR THE MINI HIATUS!! life’s been kinda hard recently!! ^_^||| sorry for it being kinda short!

EDIT: i forgot to add tags like a scatterbrain…. -.- i hope people can still see this…

Tsukasa Tenma cuddling hc’s (+ more!)

Too hot to handle… (LITERALLY)

So so warm, an actual walking furnace, YET HES FREEZING!

“Honey, it’s so so cold please…” (whiny (HOW SURPRISING))

“‘Kasa, baby, I’m sweating…”

LOVES and I mean LOVES to cuddle

Who would believe me if I told them he’d pounce on you at any given opportunity? (OMG wuttt??? that’s soooo unlike him!!)

“Sweeetheart, I just miss you!”

“Honey, please when do I ever ask you for anything??”

Trust if he’s sick he makes it your problem too, like pls unsick me!!

Smells like shortbread

You honestly don’t know why because the only time he wears cologne is if he’s going somewhere fancy, and it’s never sweet

Maybe it’s Sakis weird love for baking, maybe it’s a little fairy who likes to sprinkle him with it while he sleeps, he doesn’t really know.

Favorite positions are ones where you’re facing eachother

Doesn’t really like spooning, he doesn’t find it as satisfying

ALSO VERY PARTIAL TO HIM LAYING HIS HEAD ON YOUR CHEST

He likes your heartbeat!!! Is that a crime?

Will genuinely NEVER let you get back up after

He will fight you… Its infuriating

WRAPS HIS ARMS SO TIGHT AROUND YOU, HES LIKE A TON OF BRICKS

Didn’t know I signed up for cuddling sheetmetal, thanks for the warning!

Honestly, he’s so boyfriend tho it’s insane…. like yes yes of course you’re my boyfriend!

AGHHHA HES SO CUTIEEE!!! i enjoy leaving these drabbles after my hcs!! it makes me feel like i actually did something! keep requesting, sorry if i haven’t gotten to yours yet!! there’s been so many! thank you so much!^w^

Rehearsal sucks, anyone who’s ever done anything knows it, and so does Tsukasa. He’s exhausted, and he knows the one thing that’ll recharge him.

You.

He sends you a text akin to “please let me come over before I die and it’ll be your fault”, and who could say no to that!? That’s how you ended up with a mildly sweaty Tsukasa laying on top of your previously perfectly made bed…

“You’re too warm! I can lay with you, but this is ridiculous!” You squirm, trying to pry the boy off of you. When did he get so heavy?! It’s like a bag of bricks is holding you down!

“Please sweetheart, when do I ever ask you for anything?!” He whines, wrapping his arms even tighter around you.

“Five minutes ago you asked me to scratch your back, you asked me for a drink from the vending machine because you didn’t wanna get your wallet-“

“Never mind!” He cuts you off, covering your mouth. “It’s the last time, I swear! I promise that I won’t ever again!-”

You look up at him, unimpressed.

“For the..” he looks away dejectedly, taking his hand off your mouth, “rest of the time I’m here…”

You snicker at his sudden sheepishness, “what happened to the passion, ‘Kasa?” Your fingers run through his blonde hair, twisting it around your fingers.

“You put the fire out… If you could see my eyes right now, you’d see they’re gray and dull….”

You smack his head playfully, “don’t bite the hands that scratch your back.”

He just sighs, burying his head deeper into your neck. He’s warm, REALLY warm, but you can’t find it in yourself to mind anymore. It really is times like these that make you appreciate him the most. He’s not performing, he’s not playing, he’s just kinda there, and you’re kinda there too. Everything can be so much, but life feels mundane and boring when you two are like this - in a good way! It feels domestic.

“I love you, Tsukasa. Y’know that?” You lift his head up, looking into his eyes. Damnit, he’s looks kinda sweet. It almost makes you feel bad for teasing him… Almost.

He leans into the touch, eyes closing again. His voice is uncharacteristically soft when he replies, “I do. I love you too, a lot.”

A beat passes,

“I’m aloud to fall asleep, right?”

“Tsukasa!”

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hotvintagepoll · 1 year ago

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"Can you post a list of the hot women already submitted?" No, because there are already 1300+ submissions and anything I post will be out of date immediately. The form takes two minutes or less to fill out—just submit instead of asking me if you should.

“I have additional propaganda for the hot men!” Great! Send me an ask, or reblog the poll and add your propaganda to it. I don’t boost all the propaganda I see or receive, but I try to boost the best of the best.

I don’t post or boost negative propaganda about any hot man or woman. If you really hate that a certain hot man is winning, send me positive propaganda for their hot opponent. If you think a hot man or woman shouldn’t even be included in the tournaments because of scummy things they did in their lifetime, please read my take on it here.

If I see repetitive, trolling, and/or bigoted remarks in the comments, I may block you from this bracket. If you want to point out a hot man’s flaws or misdemeanors, that’s fine, but if I see consistent bad-faith trolling, you will be blocked.

On that note—don't be a dick! I try to keep this a happy bracket, but I have my limits. If you have an issue with the tournament, shoot me an ask or offer an alternate idea. (this especially applies to poll photos—I only change them if there are complaints and if the person complaining can supply a better one.)

“WHERE ARE THE HOT MEN. I want to see all the hot men competing in one place!!” You can find all the round 1 matchups here (thank you @markwatnae!), and everyone who made it to round 4 below the cut.

“My FAQ isn’t on here :(” send me an ask! I love hearing from you guys—just please check these basics first.

Thank you for being here! Enjoy the tournament.

Round 4 Hot & Vintage Men matchups:

Jeremy Brett vs Gene Kelly

Sidney Poitier vs Sessue Hayakawa

Cary Grant vs Vincent Price

James Stewart vs Toshiro Mifune

James Dean vs James Shigeta

Harry Belafonte vs Buster Keaton

Peter Falk vs Omar Sharif

Gregory Peck vs Paul Robeson

#round 4 #new masterpost!#housekeeping #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old man

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kiwiana-writes · 9 months ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks @cha-melodius and @stereopticons for the tags! I know I’ve done this in the past, but it’s been a hot minute…

How many works do you have on ao3?

239!

What's your total ao3 word count?

822,937—but that’s a collaboration-boosted lie. Per my writing tracker, words that I have personally written and published on AO3 is 693,613

What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly RWRB these days, but the majority of my back catalogue is Schitt’s Creek, with a few others sprinkled in for fun. The Pairing definitely made my brain whirr… we’ll see.

Top five fics by kudos:

With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest), RWRB, 65.5k, the Much Ado About Nothing stage actor AU

Kinda think that I might be his type, RWRB, 12.8k, Alex and Bea fake date and Alex gets a little distracted by Bea’s brother

We were supposed to find this, RWRB, 3.3k, soulmate AU

We always walked a very thin line, Happiest Season, 2.7k, Riley character study/alternate ending

All the Lonely Starbucks Lovers, RWRB, 5.8k, barista Henry repeatedly putting his foot in his mouth in front of his coworker crush

(This is how I learned Puck It has been knocked out of my top five 😭)

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! And absent a Schitt’s Creek resurgence of some kind that sees me absolutely inundated I don’t see that changing.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Five ways it could have ended (and one way it still could), Schitt’s Creek, 1.2k, for the love of god read the tags

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Like… most of them? I love to end on a good HEA haha. For sheer joy, though, it’s probably With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest)

Do you get hate on fics?

From time to time. I’m very free with the delete button. Weirdly, it occasionally pops up in the AO3 comments but mostly seems to come to me via anons on tumblr??? I have no idea why.

Do you write smut?

It’s been known to happen, I guess 👀

Craziest crossover:

I haven’t written any AO3-era crossovers! A few fusions/media AUs, but no crossovers.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. I’ve only been asked once, and they wanted to post off AO3 which is a big heck nope for me (and my permissions statement has now been updated to reflect that)

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Heck yeah I have. I’ve done several anthology-type collaborations where we each wrote a chapter in a fic, and I’ve fully cowritten fics with @ships-to-sail several times. We have another collab coming up for @aroyallybigbangrwrb and I’m also cowriting The Big Secret AU with @indestructibleheart which is essentially us one-upping each other on emotionally devastating ideas until someone writes them down. Good system 😂

All time favorite ship?

Stop making pansexuals choose things.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Look, the chances of kinktober 2021 being finished at this point are slim 😂

Schitt’s Creek kinkverse… I don’t know. I have little snippets written of future fics and they’re great but… idk. Maybe I’ll write one vignette-y wrap up fic one day.

What are your writing strengths?

Narrative POV, dialogue that feels like the characters, epistolary bullshit, smut apparently.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Coming up with actual plot lmao. Visual descriptors — I’m not even remotely a visual person so I really really struggle with writing the sorts of things people can visualise. Also like… the passage of time? A scam.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Love it. I’ll shoulder tap a fluent speaker if I need an actual sentence/anything Google isn’t super reliable for. Forever heartbroken that there are no fics in my second language in AO3 and no reason for me to be able to sprinkle it into my own writing (though one of the subscriber shindig prompts might be about to change that 👀)

First fandom you wrote in?

Favorite fic you've written?

Stop! Asking! Pansexuals! To! Choose! Things!

I don’t know there are 239 of the bloody things 😂 I’m far more interested in what other people’s favourites are than what my own is!

I have no sense of who’s done this already so apologies if this is a double up but tagging @agame-writes @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @cricketnationrise @getmehighonmagic

@happiness-of-the-pursuit @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indestructibleheart @inexplicablymine @nontoxic-writes

@read-and-write- @rmd-writes @sparklepocalypse @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged and, as always, anyone who wants to play!

#20 questions for fic writers #kiwiana-writes

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everwitch-magiks · 1 year ago

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*taps mic* Is this thing on?

I haven’t done one of these in a hot minute, but I thought I'd give it a go! Big thanks to @three-drink-amy and @affectionatelyrs for the tags! ♡

If I recall correctly, we call this 'Seven Sentence Sunday,' but in reality we choose as many sentences as makes sense, right? Fantastic. Here's a fun little thing from the upcoming final chapter of Room For Rent (Sex Dungeon Not Included):

In front of them is a diner decked out in aggressively yellow signage: ‘Cheese N’ Carbs’. Right.

They’re the first ones there. “There are five more people coming, right?”

“Yes.”

“And you haven’t fucked Pez. But the other four…?”

Henry doesn’t even look up from his menu. “All of them,” he says. “Oliver and Paolo only on occasion and always together, Jeremy before he met his boyfriends, and Kareem as part of my regular rotation before I took up with you. Would you like to split a side of fries?”

Alex swallows thickly. “Yeah, fries sound great.”

I'm unsure of who's done this, but let me just tag: @clottedcreamfudge @indomitable-love @rmd-writes @inexplicablymine @kiwiana-writes and anyone else who's feeling so inclined! ♡

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #fanfiction #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #evie writes

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squidpro-quo · 5 months ago

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Team Games pt. 2

A/N: A continuation of this au fueled by @abbus-r-us's tags because I was on the floor and dead from them thank you for killing me kindly

“We should be thanking you, Ryuu!” Mitsuki dug into a yakisoba pan with clear relish and nudged Ryuu’s arm with a knee as if to speed his own sandwich on its way. “It was already a lot of batches, and the fanciest stuff you can imagine, but then the extra for getting it done so fast is the biggest we’ve ever scored with an order!”

“You said you couldn’t feel your fingers the next day,” Ryuu said with a wince, the mention of the incident summoning a mass of guilt that hadn’t abated despite a week’s long passing. The edges of it had begun to be consumed by yearning, but the shame of it all had been an effective deterrent. For now. He lowered the yakisoba, tucking it into his pocket unopened now that his stomach had soured with the topic.

“They were just a little burnt, happens all the time. Are you saying you haven’t enjoyed the extra snacks I got with my overtime pay?”

“You shouldn’t be touching them when they’re still hot,” Iori chided, sipping at his drink slowly. “Did you use the cream I—”

“Look, Iori, they’re completely healed! I promise next time we get an order that big I’ll stick to the icing, okay?”

“I could’ve told you it was a posh school though.” Crushing the plastic wrap between his hands, Touma cut in as the brothers devolved into a continuation of their own family squabble. “Got accepted on scholarship, but they pulled the funding at the last minute. Something about ‘my public conduct’ or something. You’re lucky you got out before they caught you.”

“Yeah…” Surprising as it was to hear that Touma would’ve been the one wearing as elegant an outfit as the prince he’d met, the thought of those last words took over. What would the punishment be for someone who’d destroyed an entire party’s catering? If the prince got expelled for helping him, Ryuu needed to set the record straight.

After the others had gone home, Ryuu stayed to contemplate the ragged shrubbery that had been such a hindrance the first time. He’d gone through once, the second time couldn’t be worse. This illusion only lasted until he took the first step; the fall with all its force and adrenaline had done more for his journey that first time than he’d expected. His jacket, newly repaired with painstaking care, was gaining yet more tears as he fought his way past the sharp edges of broken branches and stubborn thorns.

The last obstacle was at least new. A flash of yellow was all the warning he had before he found himself clotheslined on a length of silk. Tied across the messy section of the hedge, the silk did nothing except apparently pretty up the eyesore in the school’s garden. Ryuu shrugged out of it with a confused look back, before a far more welcome sight greeted him.

“You!” The prince waved, grinning as if Ryuu were a long-lost friend and not the one responsible for his no-doubt cruel dethronement. Even his clothes told just such a story. Gone the satin and gold filigree, he was dressed in faded overalls and rubber boots. However, there were still signs of his once-royal origin, his shirt still decorated with ruffles and the ragged sunhat sporting the same pink ribbon as before, perhaps even gardeners needed to be fancy in a place such as this.

“They’re having you work off your debt?” Ryuu asked, “I need to tell them I did it, please who can I see to explain?”

“My debt?” The prince cocked his head, lowering the shears in his hands. “Oh, you mean this? I always volunteer for gardening duty in the summer. And I already did the shifts in the kitchen, so don’t worry, you’re in the clear!”

“You didn’t get thrown out?”

“I’m sure my father would love to, but if the headmaster’s son gets expelled then it looks bad to prospective parents.”

“The head…” His rush through the hedge felt pretty foolhardy in the light of those words. His presence wasn’t needed, and now he’d destroyed the hedge even more instead of letting it return to the perfectly manicured state it was meant to be in.

“Did you come through just because you were worried?” the prince asked, an odd expression on his face. Ryuu felt a blush creep across his own at the question, and nodded mutely.

“My knight on his shining skateboard,”—cutting a rose from the bush he was trimming, the prince offered it to Ryuu—“your chivalry might not be necessary, but you deserve some token of appreciation for coming back.”

Not a single petal had turned limp or papery yet, it was a rose in the blush of health and still he was being gifted it when it should be in a bouquet at a ball. He held it to his nose to find his next words and found its scent was familiar, a piece of the prince held in his hands. There was too much swirling in his heart now, growing thorny and wild with just a light sprinkle of words. He didn’t deserve to take something so beautiful, he had nothing to offer in return.

His jacket crinkled as he patted it down, and he held out the yakisoba pan before he could consider how it compared to the fine dining that he’d ruined last time. A few seconds passed and he started pull his hand back when the prince quickly took it, a startled smile on his face.

“Is this in exchange?”

“I can bring something better next time—”

“So you’ll come again?” The prospect brightened the prince as if he’d gained a spotlight, the sun hitting his face as he pushed the brim of his hat back to wipe his forehead. “When?”

“W-when will you be here?” Ryuu could figure out how to escape the others’ inevitable ribbing when the time came, it would worth it if whatever was starting to bloom would be watered just once more.

The prince dimmed as he paused in thought, mouth pulling into a frown after a few seconds. “Only next week, my father’s decided I’m to have extra lessons to…well, keep me occupied. But I’ll find a way to let you know when I’m free.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Ryuu promised, ducking as he heard a door slam and saw a head of gray start across the garden.

“Fuck.” The prince chuckled as Ryuu stared at him in surprise. “You should run, that’ll be my father.”

When he’d reached the safety of the hedge again, Ryuu turned for one last look and was disappointed to find the prince was staring at his shears, the yakisoba hidden away. As if sensing the eyes on him, he met Ryuu’s gaze, an odd determined set to his face. Ryuu curled over the delicate rose and barreled into the hedge with face and heart burning.

Part 3

#idolish7 #yaotome gaku #tsunashi ryunosuke #gakuryuu #my writing #tea games #100% i was just going to let this au go but i'm a simple person i get nice tags and i go feral #and gaku in a sunhat is too cute

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chicgeekgirl89 · 1 year ago

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Chapter 7: Getting Naut-i

Thanks to @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut and @carlos-in-glasses for the Seven Sentence Sunday tags. I'm going to raise you the penultimate chapter of Come Sail Away instead! Tagging @lemonlyman-dotcom, @bonheur-cafe, and @ladytessa74 if you'd like to share some sentences with us! Also thanks to @lemonlyman-dotcom for the title inspiration on this one!

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“Ma’am, I promise you. No one on this boat would steal your diamond earrings,” Nancy says calmly. “I’m sure they’ve just been misplaced.”

Everything about her seems serene and unflappable, but T.K. knows that under the surface she is calling this woman a thousand terrible things, and rightfully so. This group of guests was supposed to be off the boat thirty minutes ago, but they’re still here. And now they’re accusing the crew of theft. A parting blow to what has been an absolutely exhausting charter.

From the second Frank King and the rest of his party stepped onboard they’d demanded. Drinks. Food. Water toys. More drinks. Food. Drinks again. Their late night partying went on into the wee hours of the morning every night and the boat was always a disaster by the time they finally retired.

Frank sent his food back at least once a meal, claiming the beef was overcooked, the sauce too salty, the soup not hot enough, one thing after another after another. At least two of the women made repeated aggressive passes at Paul, to the point that Judd had switched the whole schedule to move him onto night watch and keep him as far away from their guests’ grabby hands as possible.

Frank’s niece, a woman fresh off her twenty-first birthday had gotten so drunk one night that she’d tried to jump off the boat and then been so ill they’d had to call a doctor onboard.

So needless to say, the Firebug crew is done. They want these people gone. But Frank’s wife is missing her diamond earrings and apparently nobody’s leaving until they’re found.

“I SAW HIM!” Delilah King is screaming at Nancy, a finger pointed straight at T.K. “He was in my room every day of this trip!”

“Yes ma’am, because that’s his job,” Nancy says, her tone finally taking on a bit of a biting edge. “If you’d just move out of the way we’d be happy to help you find your earrings and finish packing.”

“I don’t want a single one of you touching my things!” Delilah tells her, her voice shrill. “I want him to confess and tell me where they are right now or I will sue all of your asses!”

“Ma’am, I promise you, I did not touch your earrings,” T.K. says for the fifth time since this debacle began twenty minutes ago. “I never even saw them.”

“I put them on the nightstand every single night and they are not there!” Delilah says. “If it wasn’t you, then it was someone else! You’ve got Mexi—“

“Ooh, I recommend you don’t finish that sentence.” Tommy strides down the hallway, her voice steel, eyes hard. “I will not have you harassing my crew and making racist comments. Not on my boat. I am going to give you two options. Option one: you go sit upstairs in the salon while we do a thorough search of your room and belongings to find the earrings. Option two: I call the harbor police and have you escorted off immediately. Which would you like it to be?”

Delilah’s mouth snaps shut and she glares at all of them. “I want you to find my damn earrings,” she finally says.

“Excellent. Nancy, T.K., and Iris will start searching immediately. We’ll give them fifteen minutes. If they still haven’t found them, then we will discuss our options after that. Now go on upstairs and hopefully we’ll have good news for you soon.”

Delilah turns and stomps away down the hall. Tommy waits until she’s out of earshot then drops her voice low. “I hope to god you can find those earrings because I need this woman off my boat as fast as humanly possible.”

“Copy that Cap,” Nancy says, exhaustion on her face as the three of them head into the primary cabin to try and find the stupid diamonds.

“I don’t understand why people get so obsessed with diamonds anyway,” Iris says as she starts shaking out pillowcases. “They’re just shiny rocks. And most of them are obtained by people with horrendous working conditions.”

“Yeah well, Delilah doesn’t really seem to care about anybody’s working conditions, does she?” Nancy says as she yanks open drawer after drawer, running her hands along the sides and bottoms.

T.K. is only semi-listening as he sorts through Delilah’s make-up bag, which takes up an entire half of one of her three suitcases. Her skincare routine must take hours.

This charter was brutal and he wants it over now. Being accused of theft is the rotten cherry on top, even if no one onboard would ever actually believe him capable of stealing. All he wants is to get back into his bunk, preferably with Carlos on top of him, and forget this charter ever happened.

Aside from this charter, their last three weeks together have been perfect. Carlos is sweet and kind and so freaking good in bed it blows T.K.’s mind, among other things. He has no regrets about hearing Carlos out and offering him forgiveness. In fact, he can barely remember how he made it through life before Carlos Reyes swept into the Firebug’s galley and stole his heart.

There’s a flash of sparkles as T.K. opens yet another pocket. “Is this them?” He holds up two glittering studs.

Nancy holds out her hand and he drops them into her palm for inspection. “Has to be, right? Unless this lady’s got more than one pair of diamonds?”

T.K. shrugs. He wouldn’t be surprised. The Franks seem to have more money than God.

Nancy closes her fingers around them securely. “I’ll take them up to her. Unless you’d like to do the honors?”

“No thanks. If I never see Delilah again it will be too soon,” he tells her.

“Great. Then you two can stay here and repack all of her belongings. I give you full permission to do it as shittily as humanly possible without causing any permanent damage.”

One of the things that makes Nancy a great chief stew is that she’s not above a minor amount of pettiness when called for. Iris and T.K. both grin at her and then delight in shoving all of Delilah’s possessions back into her three suitcases in the most chaotic manner possible.

“So,” Iris says as T.K. tosses her one Louboutin to put in the large suitcase while he shoves the other into a side pocket of the small. “What the hell kind of kinky shit were you and Carlos doing this morning that required ice?”

Carlos had told T.K. that Iris was aware of their burgeoning relationship, and she’d been nothing but supportive, helping them keep it quiet from the rest of the crew as they explored their feelings for each other.

“There was a slight accident,” T.K. tells her, biting back a laugh.

Things had gotten rather enthusiastic before breakfast service and resulted in Carlos smacking his head into the underside of the top bunk so hard that he’d seen stars, putting a swift end to their sexual escapades. T.K. had immediately pulled on a pair of boxers so he could run and grab some ice for the giant goose egg forming on Carlos’ head. He hadn’t realized Iris had seen him rushing into the galley.

“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” she asks skeptically.

“I’m serious,” T.K. says with a laugh.

“Okay. Whatever. I’m glad you guys are happy. He deserves to be with someone good. So do you.” She stops packing and looks him dead in the eye. “But if you hurt him, I will chop you into pieces and feed you to a shark.”

The thing about Iris is that you can never quite tell if she’s serious or joking. T.K. decides to err on the side of caution. “I won’t,” he says. It’s barely been a month, but somehow it feels like he’s been waiting for Carlos his entire life. He doesn’t want to do anything that would push him away.

They finish the packing and then call Marjan and Mateo to help them drag the bags out to the dock. They join the line-up with the rest of the crew to bid the guests farewell. Delilah doesn’t thank them at all, instead choosing to head straight off the boat without a word. Her husband laughs and throws out a joke of an apology before handing Tommy a very thin looking tip envelope and then heading down the passarelle.

“And good riddance,” Paul mutters under his breath, the rest of the crew murmuring in agreement like they’re responding to a pastor during a Sunday sermon.

“Let’s all say a little prayer that our next charter is a bit more relaxed,” Tommy tells them. “First round of drinks is on me tonight, all right?”

That gets a more enthusiastic response and then the group breaks up to go change and start the never-ending process of turning the boat over. T.K. follows Carlos to their cabin, and the second the door is shut Carlos reaches for him, concerned eyes searching his face. “Are you okay?” he asks. “I heard what happened with Delilah. It sounded like it was rough.”

T.K. sighs and lets himself sink into the safety of Carlos’ arms. “I’m fine,” he says. “Just exhausted. It sucks, you know? To put in so much work and then be accused of theft. Like all the hours we gave them meant absolutely nothing.”

“I know,” Carlos says, rubbing a hand slowly up and down T.K.’s arm. “Tommy knows too, right? She doesn’t think—“

T.K. shakes his head. “She knows. It’s not an issue of trust on the boat. It just sucked. That charter sucked and those people suck and I hope I never have to see them again.”

He lets his head drop into Carlos’ chest, breathing in his scent and letting himself be comforted by the weight and warmth of Carlos’ body against his own. Carlos' arms wrap around him and he presses a kiss against the crown of T.K.’s head. It’s so wonderful and soft and…

“I don’t want to go out tonight with the crew,” he says his voice muffled in Carlos’ shirt. “I want to stay here. Alone with you.”

“We can do that,” Carlos says. “I don’t need to go out.”

“Then everybody’s going to know we’re together,” T.K. says, still buried in his shirt.

There’s a brief silence and then, “I think…I think I’m okay if they know,” Carlos says carefully.

T.K. lifts his head. “It’s okay. I wasn’t trying to push you into something you’re not ready for.”

“I know,” Carlos says. “But this crew is so different from my last boat. You were right. It feels like a family. And if they’re your family, they’re going to be okay with us. Right?”

“They’re your family too,” T.K. says softly, eyes searching Carlos for any sign that he’s freaking out. “I promise they’ll be supportive.”

Carlos nods, determination on his face. “Then let’s stay here.”

It melts T.K., the softness, the joy of his needs and desires being met. He’s told Carlos a lot over the past few weeks about New York, about his addiction, the relapses, the break up with Alex, and the subsequent overdose. It’s come out in the moments between the kissing and the sex, the quiet parts where they’re just breathing, sharing the same space. He’s not sure why he feels so safe with Carlos, comfortable enough to share those dark moments with him, but the way Carlos listens and cares for him has proven that he’s worthy of T.K.’s trust and adoration.

So hours later, when the work of the day is done and everyone is showered and dressed in their best, T.K. takes Carlos’ hand and leads him out into the crew mess. Everyone else is already there, the weight of the past charter melting off as they laugh and joke and drink together.

“Is that what you’re wearing out?” Iris asks, eyeing T.K.’s joggers and t-shirt critically.

“Actually,” T.K. links his fingers with Carlos’, “we’re going to stay here tonight.”

There’s a beat of silence and then Marjan snaps her fingers. “Pay up Mateo, you owe me fifty bucks.”

“No, I said they would get together before the end of the charter,” Mateo shoots back. “It’s after thecharter. And they haven’t even officially said they’re together!”

“They don’t need to say it, look at ‘em!” Judd says. “They’re holding hands. Ain’t nothin’ in this life ever made me want to hold somebody else’s hand other than being romantic.”

“They’ve been together for three weeks,” Iris says, smiling smugly that she has information the rest of the crew hasn’t been privy to.

“See? Hand it over,” Marjan says, wiggling her fingers expectantly.

Mateo grumbles under his breath as he fishes for his wallet.

“You had a bet going?” T.K. asks, a little surprised. He’d thought they were doing a pretty good job of keeping their PDA to their cabin.

“You two have been making googly eyes at each other ever since Carlos got here,” Paul says with a roll of his own. “It was only a matter of time.”

“We’re just glad the two of you are bunking together,” Judd says. “You can keep whatever you got going on in there away from the rest of us.”

T.K. laughs and watches as Carlos blushes in embarrassment. “Yeah and FYI, T.K. is your responsibility now Carlos,” Nancy says. “I’m not sure if you know yet how much nonsense this dude can get up to, but it’s a lot. Iris and I are out. He’s all yours.”

“I’ll…do my best?” Carlos says, looking slightly confused.

“All right, that’s enough,” Tommy says with a smile. “We’re going to be late. Let’s get a move on.”

The groups rises and starts to head up the stairs, all of them with shit eating grins on their faces, a few making whistles and snide little remarks as they go by. T.K. actually shoves Paul when he walks past because he looks so annoyingly pleased that T.K. and Carlos have been found out. Tommy is the last to go. “Congratulations boys” she says. “I trust this won’t interfere with our daily operations?”

“No ma’am,” Carlos says immediately and T.K. nods his head in agreement.

“I didn’t think so. Enjoy your evening.” She takes a step up and then pauses. “And just a reminder that Dave is staying behind to watch the bridge. So keep any um, activities,” she looks right at them, eyes twinkling, “behind closed doors unless you want an audience.”

Carlos turns red instantly and T.K. has to hold his breath to keep from laughing as he stammers out a reassurance to Tommy that they will be the picture of decorum.

“Oh my god,” Carlos says as soon as they’re gone, collapsing into a seat at the crew mess table and burying his face in his hands. “I take it back, I care that they know.”

T.K. laughs again and steps toward him, putting his hands on Carlos’s shoulders. “They’re brutal, but it’s all out of love.”

Carlos looks up at him. “You didn’t prepare me well enough for that.”

“I didn’t realize that was my job,” T.K. says, eyes shining with mirth.

“What exactly do they mean that you’re my responsibility now?” Carlos asks curiously. “What ‘nonsense’ are they talking about?”

“No idea,” T.K. says innocently. He’ll mention the multiple comas, the near drowning, and the sinking of the tender boat another day. “Should we order a pizza?”

“Or…”

“Or…what?” T.K. asks.

“Or we could make pizza.”

“Or,” T.K. counters, “you could make pizza and I’ll watch.”

“Nope.” Carlos stands and grabs his hand, tugging him along toward the galley. “If we’re making pizza, you’re helping.”

They put on music and dance around the galley, singing along badly as Carlos pulls together ingredients for crust and sauce. It takes way longer than ordering a pizza would, but it’s ten times better. It’s silly and fun and there’s so much kissing and touching that by the time the oven timer buzzes T.K. is thinking a lot less about food and a whole lot more about just getting Carlos into bed as fast as he can.

The pizza is delicious. Carlos apologizes that it’s not better and says that with a pizza oven and different ingredients he can really make it incredible, but T.K. tells him to shut up, that it’s perfect, and they end up eating the entire thing.

They clean up after and then T.K. persuades Carlos to take a dip in the hot tub. They do a fast change into swim trunks (Dave is watching after all, there will be no skinny dipping tonight) and then climb the stairs to the top deck where the hot tub sits open and inviting beneath the streaky pink hues of the setting sun.

T.K. climbs in first and then watches as Carlos sits down across from him. “This is really nice,” Carlos says, sinking up to his shoulders in the warm water. “A hot tub with a view.”

The way his eyes lock on T.K.’s make it clear he’s not just talking about the sunset and T.K. feels a jolt of pleasure at being the focus of Carlos’ attention. “It’s pretty amazing on this side of things too,” he says as Carlos sits up a little, water glistening on the toned muscles of his chest and abdomen.

They sit in the quiet for a few minutes, listening to the early evening sounds of the marina, the sky slowly darkening around them, the stars and the moon appearing out of nowhere, dotting the night with their brightness.

“Do you still feel good?” T.K. finally asks, the question that’s been sitting in his chest for the last few hours. “That the crew knows we’re…”

He’s not sure how to label them, not sure what they actually are other than romantic roommates. “That we’re what?” Carlos asks.

“I don’t know,” T.K. says, mulling it over. “More than roommates?”

“Definitely more than roommates,” Carlos says. “What do you want us to be?”

“Carlos I—“ The words he wants to say stick in his throat. He’s not sure how to express what’s going on inside him. “I think you’re amazing,” he finally says.

Carlos’ face breaks into a beautiful smile. “I think you’re amazing too.” He takes a beat and says, “We don’t have to put a label on it. I know things with Alex ended badly. I don’t need us to be put into some kind of box. I just want there to be an us.”

They’re the words T.K. needed to hear, even though he didn’t realize it. He moves forward through the water so he can sit next to Carlos. “I want us too,” he says, his voice breaking a little. “I want it so much.”

“Good,” Carlos says. “Then that’s what we’ll be. Just us.”

He can’t take it anymore. He reaches out, cupping Carlos’ face in his hands, thumb gently playing with his earlobe before he draws Carlos to him, lips meeting in a kiss that has become blissfully familiar in the last few weeks.

It takes about three seconds for Carlos to open up to him, lips and tongue and teeth and all, his own hands finding T.K.’s thighs under the water, scooping him up as if he weighs nothing and then hauling him sideways into his lap for better access. Everything is wet and warm and T.K. delights in how easily his hands slip and slide over the muscles of Carlos’ back.

He shivers when Carlos’ teeth sink into the shell of his ear and then glide down his neck, his tongue rough and slick against T.K.’s skin, tasting him again and again until T.K. can barely remember his own name.

Things are happening below the water line, bathing suits hiding very little at this point and T.K. makes a pathetic sound when Carlos pulls back, everything in his body screaming for more. “We need to go below deck,” Carlos says, his eyes dark and full of lust in a way that makes T.K. uncertain they’ll make it all the way there. “There are things I want to do with you that Dave shouldn’t see.”

They towel off quickly, neither of them fully dry as they stumble their way across the deck leaving wet footprints on the teak in their wake. They only make it as far as the privacy of the stairs before Carlos pins him against the wall, his body clearly ready for anything T.K. wants, kissing him and rutting their hips together until T.K. is whimpering into his mouth.

Neither of them is aware of the water pooling around their feet from their dripping bathing suits until they almost slip down the stairs and die. One of Carlos’ arms slams into the wall with bruising force, the other wraps solidly around T.K.’s waist, saving them both. “Why is sex with you always so dangerous?” he asks, breathless, half laughing, half still terrified from their near disaster.

“Do you want to stop?” T.K. asks.

“Not even a little.”

T.K. grabs his hand and pulls him down the stairs, stopping on the second floor where the guests usually stay. “Where are we going?” Carlos asks.

“Do you trust me?” T.K. asks.

“Absolutely.” His response is quick and certain.

T.K. tugs on his hand, and reaches for the doorknob of the master suite. “Didn’t you already clean in here?” Carlos asks as they step inside.

The room is opulent, starched white sheets and comforter on the king size bed, polished wood gleaming on the walls, marble countertops and that gaudy lion tap staring at them through the open doorway of the en suite. T.K. spent two hours in here today getting it ready for the next charter, but right now he couldn’t care less about whatever rich ass people will be in here tomorrow afternoon. Even if he has to clean it all again, it’s worth it.

“I thought this might be a little safer than the bunks,” he says, locking the door behind them.

Carlos’ hand goes to his head self-consciously, clearly remembering the near concussion he received this morning. “Great idea. Do we need to get—“

“I put everything in here earlier,” T.K. tells him.

Carlos smiles, his eyes flashing with something dark. “You thought ahead.”

“Yes. I did.” T.K. pushes his swim trunks to the floor with a wet splat and looks deeply into Carlos’ eyes. “Take me to bed Carlos Reyes.”

#911 Lone Star #911lsfic #Come Sail Away #Tarlos #Tarlos Fic #Yachting AU

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another-whump-sideblog · 2 years ago

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Jane’s Pets Chapter 82: The Point

TWs in the tags

Masterlist

You are empty.

You don’t know how long it’s been. A long time. Your life is nothing but pain and pain and pain. Several of your wounds are infected. You wish she would just kill you.

“Are you thirsty, Liam?”

You recoil at the name. No point in trying to convince her you’ve forgotten it, though. No point. Never any point.

You never should’ve left. None of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t left.

Pain erupts in your side. “Answer me when I talk to you, Ethan.”

“S-sorry. Yes, master, I’m thirsty.” You rasp.

“I’ve got an idea for how you can earn some water. Do you want to try it?”

“Yes, master.”

“Excellent. We haven’t done a lot of stress positions, have we? I’ll start simple. I want you to hold your arms straight above your head. I’ll keep track of how long you manage to hold the position, and for every second, you’ll get one drop of water in this bottle here.” Jane is holding an empty water bottle. “Understand?”

“Yes master.”

“Alright! Let’s begin.”

You hold your arms straight above your head. It hurts immediately, especially on your back, where it stretches open gashes that have only just managed to close.

You count in your head. One, one thousand; two, one thousand; three, one thousand.

You want to get to at least two minutes. One hundred and twenty drops of water has to be something, right?

She won’t let you die. You could just give up, act like the pain is too much. You’d get water eventually. But she’d just do something else painful to you, and you can handle this pain, so you might as well keep going.

“Ah ah, keep them straight.”

You hadn’t noticed your arms had started to move out of position. You straighten them again.

You don’t think you would’ve been able to do this, before. But you know your limits much better now. You know that you can and have withstood pain worse than this for longer, without any chance of reward. So you keep your arms up.

—

Jane holds a knife glowing with heat. You can’t stop crying.

“I learned my lesson! I know, I know! I don’t remember the names! Master!”

Jane slashes the knife from your shoulder to your hip. It burns and aches and you think you’re going to vomit.

“Say ‘thank you, master.’”

“Th-thank you, master!”

—

Hot needles. Jane seems to be very interested in heat, lately.

“Do you want them under your fingernails, or under your toenails?”

You try to speak, but what comes out is unintelligible. Your throat hurts so bad…

Jane smiles. “Both it is, then.”

—

“Oh, poor boy, poor Bunny. Do you think you’re ready to go back upstairs?”

Hope rises in you before quickly receding. She’s not just going to let you upstairs. She’s going to want you to prove you’ve forgotten the names, like last time.

“Are you ignoring me? That’s a very bad idea, Bunny.”

“S-sor-“ you can’t quite form words. Everything hurts.

Jane doesn’t say anything. Just gently combs her fingers through your hair.

You hate it, but it’s better than torture, so you sit still and let her pretend she’s comforting you.

It hurts, like everything else, tugging at barely-healed gashes on your head. But it could be worse. It can always be worse.

“Hmm. I think that’s enough. I think we’re done. I’ll have Puppy and Kitty come and get you.”

Jane buckles a collar around your neck. You don’t let yourself feel relief. It’s another trick, you’re sure. But Jane vanishes, and soon enough, Puppy and Kitty are coming down the stairs.

Even if it is a trick, you’re happy to see them. You shouldn’t be. You should be glad that it’s been so long since they’ve been in the basement, but you’re not. You’re glad they’re here with you.

Puppy gently scoops you into her arms. It hurts- of course it hurts, everything hurts- but you don’t even have it in you to whimper.

Puppy caries you upstairs, and Kitty follows behind. Is it… really done? Is it really over?

You’re worried you’re dreaming, but you don’t check. Using the methods you and Diya devised right now would feel awful, and you don’t really want to know if you’re dreaming, anyway.

Puppy and Kitty feed you and bathe you and bandage the wounds Jane didn’t feel like treating (most of them). Then they lay you gently down on your bed.

It’s really over. It’s really…

Everything hurts, but you have the sinking feeling that you got off easy.

—

The next day, Kitty drags you out of bed and out into your garden. You hate how moving makes your pain exponentially worse, and you hate that this thing that you wanted because it would give you more time away from Jane has turned into another way for her to control you.

But you like the sun. It’s been quite a while since you saw the sun.

You weed and water your little garden. You don’t know if you’re doing it right, if you’re giving the plants the right amount of water, but no one’s corrected you.

Kitty lies in the grass and stares up at the clouds.

You remember cloud gazing with Diya and Ray. Joking with them, laughing with them, spending time with them like you had all the time in the world.

“…This happened to you?” Your voice is croaky and painful to listen to. “You escaped… you made friends… you loved them… and she killed them?”

Kitty doesn’t look away from the clouds. “Yeah.”

“…What were they like?”

Kitty doesn’t answer for long enough that you think they might’ve fallen asleep, but then they softly say “they didn’t believe me, about Jane. But they comforted me through flashbacks and nightmares anyway, and listened without judgement. I named myself… something else, when I was with them. I don’t remember now.

“It was three people, just like with you. Erik, Alison, and Zoe. They were… they didn’t deserve to die. I guess that’s obvious. You would’ve liked them.”

“You would’ve liked Diya and Ray and Barron.”

“I’m sure. That’s why I didn’t go with them. Among other reasons. I just… couldn’t go through that again.”

The two of you sit in silence. The wind rustles your hair. It’s getting long.

After a while, Puppy leaves the house and comes and sits next to you. She hands you a water bottle, but you just set it on the ground and collapse into her arms.

You feel like crying, but you don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re still pretty dehydrated. You close your eyes and bury your face in the crook of Puppy’s neck.

Puppy taps gentle patterns on your back. Ouch. It hurts, but you don’t want her to stop.

Puppy hasn’t hummed since you got back. You don’t know why, but you can guess that Jane’s cracked down on her making any noise at all. Because Jane can do whatever she wants and you can’t stop her.

It’s a nice day. Warm and sunny with a slight breeze. The smell of dirt is strong.

You don’t feel better, necessarily, but you feel… settled. Settled into the aches and pains all over your body, and settled into Puppy’s arms.

“My dad died when I was 16.” You say. You’re not sure why. Puppy squeezes your hand. Ow.

“That sucks.” Kitty says. “I mean, I assume, based on the context. I wouldn’t mind so much if my parents died. But it seems like it sucked for you.”

That tears a weak laugh from you. You turn so you’re not talking directly into Puppy’s shoulder. “Yes, it sucked. I… didn’t handle it well. My aunt took me in, and I just- it was like the world had ended. I didn’t really do anything. I didn’t graduate high school. My aunt tried to help, but… she wasn’t great at it. When I was 19 she said that I couldn’t live with her if I wasn’t even going to try, so I left.

“I figured I’d just… die. But I didn’t. Something always pushed me to keep going, to get my next meal, to find where I would sleep that night…

“And then I let a torturer who looked like a 12 year old bring me to her house because I wanted things to be easy again. So that worked out well.

“I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I want you to know, I think. I’m just… so tired. And I know you are too. I just… I don’t know. I miss Diya and Ray and Barron, and I miss my dad, and I miss feeling safe. And you said, once, that we were chosen, that us being here means no one else is here in our place, but that’s not true, is it? Cause you being here didn’t stop her from taking me. And none of us could stop her from taking a fourth pet, if she wanted.

“It all feels so… empty. Meaningless. I guess I just need to focus on the next step. The next meal, where I’m going to sleep tonight… well, the next step is different in this situation, but I’ll figure it out.

“I know it started hurting less after a while, when my dad died. But… that wasn’t my fault. I’m worried I’ll just go between feeling this and complete numbness, back and forth, for the rest of my life, however long Jane wants that to be.”

Your voice has gotten less croaky as you talk more, but it still doesn’t sound great. Puppy and Kitty don’t seem to mind, though. Puppy taps your back. Kitty stares at the clouds.

“It does get better.” Kit finally says. “Even if you feel like it’s your fault.”

No one voices the obvious- that ‘better’ doesn’t mean much when you’ll still be being tortured. That there’s nothing to really hope for, at this point.

Fuck, you’d do anything to give them a little hope. You don’t know how you’d do that, but once you figure it out…

You’d give anything. Anything, for them to look forward to the future again. That’s the point. That’s the meaning.

For now, though, you rest in Puppy’s arms, and you feel the sun and the breeze Puppy’s soft shirt, and you smell the dirt, and you hear the three of you breathing, getting deeper and more relaxed as time goes on, and that’s enough. You wouldn’t mind staying in this moment forever.

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else!

Tag list: @eatyourdamnpears @whump-in-the-closet @scp-1296 @fuzzybucketz @quins-whump-stuff

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bacta-the-future · 2 years ago

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15 Questions, 15 mutuals

Thanks for the tag, @clonemedickix

Were you named after anyone?

Nope! Although my mom did tell me that there was a really nice classmate of hers in high school that was named Erin :) my name was decided upon between my birth mother and my adoptive parents though which is cool that all of them played a part in naming me!

When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday…I watched Plan 99 again!

Do you have kids?

I don’t have any crotch goblins but I do have two dogs and a cat! A three and a half year old Keeshond named Denver, a seven month old pomsky puppy named Duluth, and a four year old calico cat named Amber!

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

What a random question lol but yes

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Probably how much eye contact they’re making so I can try and match their intensity and I try to get a good read on their facial expressions, I like to see how they smile!

What’s your eye color?

My eyes are a bright blue color!

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings for sure, I hate scary movies!

Any special talents?

I used to play the piano, but I haven’t done that much since I moved away from my parents’ house and went off to college a hot minute ago

Where were you born?

Minneapolis, Minnesota

What are your hobbies?

Playing video games (ACNH mostly!), reading, writing fics (this is a new hobby of mine), spending time with my dogs, cooking with my fiancé

Do you have any pets?

I guess I technically answered this one lol but to reiterate, yes I have two dogs and a cat!

What sports do/have you played?

I never really got into sports, I’m not really athletically inclined. I played soccer and basketball as a young kid, and then the closest I came to sports in high school was by being in marching band lol

How tall are you?

5’5.5” but I usually round up to 5’6” lol

Favorite subject in school?

I always loved science, especially anatomy and physiology! In high school, I took a specialized course in Firefighting and EMS though and that was by far my favorite thing I did in high school—helped me to become a nurse!

Dream job?

I am so tickled that I have my dream job, truly! My dream has changed in the last few years, but I left the Burn Unit behind once I gained my nursing license and I am now a NICU nurse! I wouldn’t trade my job for anything💜

Tags: @apocalyp-tech-a @idontgetanysleep @thattoothpick @lightspringrain @mandos-mind-trick @aeli-tan-art @acourtofsnakes @starqueensthings @mylifeisactuallyamess @staycalmandhugaclone

Please feel free to ignore if you’ve already been tagged/done this challenge before :) xoxo!!

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chagrin-roses · 2 years ago

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Tagged by @tannoytalks thanks for the tag, it’s been forever since I’ve done one of these hehe ;D

The Rules: Tag (9) people you want to know better and/or catch up with, then answer the following:

Four ships:

Bakudeku (as always, when am I not thinking about them? I have way too many thoughts about them lmaoooo)

Maribrey (I just think they’re neat; also I’ve done way too many RP’s with Bad Touch Mari… whoops 😅)

Photobomb (Aubrey/Basil- their dynamic is interesting mwhahaha, I wanna explore their dynamic lore out side of me and my friend’s RP’s, there’s a lot to explore with them hehe)

Creek (recently got into SP and my brain has latched onto creek oops-)

Last song: Let it Grow from the Lorax lmaooooo

Currently reading: haven’t read a physical book in a hot minute and I reread a lot of the same Fics, but I started rereading The Way You Used to Do, which is my 3rd time reading it… I need to pick it back up, lol

Last movie: Mario Movie, it was gay

Craving: I’m always craving bkdk, just look at my ao3 and you’ll see what I’m specifically into for them atm; also South Park angst 🙏

Tagging: erm, not gonna tag 9 ppl bc i don’t even think I have 9 moots but uhhh(also no pressure lmaoooo) @fangirl-on-fire3 (hi bbg 😍) @mysterabid @screechingbkdktrash @monafischlz

@lavendelic

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mimbotomy · 18 days ago

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Make Me Write

Tagged by @aeide - thank you! I haven’t done any fanfic ask things in a hot minute and I lowkey missed them 🩷

Rules: Post your current WIPs with an emoji, people can then send you an ask with the emoji and ask for a fresh snippet.

As some of you might be aware, I have way too many WIPs (my last count was too close to 100 for my liking big yikes so I am no longer counting my WIPs for my mental health) so I’m only including the last five WIPs I’ve worked on:

❤️ Hold Your Bloody Hand in Mine: My Kassidas fic/character study/slightly incoherent mess that was originally supposed to be a fluffy little one shot about Kassandra having a little crush on Brasidas and Brasidas being so butthurt about her killing the Monger publicly that he doesn’t realize his crush on her until it smacks him in the face her first day in Arkadia. It is now an angsty mess that will be seven chapters if I stick to this outline (I probably won’t) and future chapters are probably also going to be 10K words plus because I have problems 😂

🦅 A Flap of an Eagle’s Wings: My second Odyssey time travel fix it fic in which Kassandra and Ikaros return to the moment Nikolaos yeets her off Taygetos, save Alexios, and then hunker down on Kephallonia and do their best to do just about everything else exactly as they did before so the Cyclops still delivers Barnabas to them. And after just three chapters and seven years, they’re not doing a very good job.

🎉 The Electric Boogaloo: The sequel to my Hades x Odyssey crossover There is No Escape. . ., this was originally going to be a bunch of one shots covering the rest of the Odyssey storyline. And it still is, except now I need to figure out how to lead up to the events of Hades 2 and also outline the third story in the series. Whoops.

⚡️ The Children of Kephallonia: Arguably my favorite Odyssey fic of mine for all it’s being a dick to work on right now, The Children of Kephallonia is a retelling of Odyssey in which Phoibe goes with Kassandra after Korinth. Also Kassandra is a legit demigod and there’s a lot more mythology and I’m going to start ignoring history entirely around the battle of Pylos. But the heart of the story is still Kassandra and Phoibe’s relationship

🏴‍☠️ Myrrine’s Good Mom Era: Title not finalized and neither is my outline, although it started as a one shot and is now a long fic because of who I am as a person. Basically, Myrrine finds Kassandra and Ikaros at the base of Taygetos instead of Alexios and things go from there.

I know I’m supposed to tag people but most of my writer friends all follow each other and probably already got tagged and I don’t want to double tag. Also I just got to a birthday/Christmas Eve party so I don’t have time to figure out who hasn’t been tagged so if you see this and want to do it please consider yourself tagged!

Merry Christmas Eve/Happy December 24th everyone! 🎄

#ask game

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hotvintagepoll · 11 months ago

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We are currently in the last rounds of the Hot & Vintage Men Tournament. The quarterfinals will be posted Sunday, February 11, and last for 24 hours; the semifinals will be posted February 12th; the final will be posted on the 13th; and the winner will be crowned February 14th (Valentine's Day). All polls—including ongoing polls, previous rounds, the various shadow brackets and fun mini polls—can be found in the #hotvintagepoll tag. Every poll in the Hot & Vintage Men Tournament is tagged with the hot man in it if you need to search for a hot man in particular.

FAQs:

If you’re submitting propaganda for your hot man, I don’t accept propaganda that’s from beyond the end of this tournament’s era (ie don’t send me pics of them in the 70s onwards). I also don’t accept them acting in TV shows unless it’s clearly a cameo where they’re playing themselves. I try to avoid extremely long posts, so please don't send me every picture of your hot man you have in one ask. I love being tagged in gifsets and fancams, and I like boosting propaganda that tells us why your hot man is so special :)

On that note—if you have an issue with a poll, offer a solution! I do my best to keep the poll happy and fun, and I block people being dicks. If you don't like a poll photo or a description, offer one I can use instead.

“WHERE ARE THE HOT MEN. I want to see all the hot men competing in one place!!” You can find all the round 1 matchups here (thank you @markwatnae!). The hot men who made it to the quarterfinals are under the cut.

“My FAQ isn’t on here :(” send me an ask! I love hearing from you guys—just please check these basics first.

Thank you for being here! Enjoy the tournament.

Hot & Vintage Man Tournament quarterfinalists:

Jeremy Brett

Toshiro Mifune

Sidney Poitier

Vincent Price

Paul Robeson

James Shigeta

Omar Sharif

Buster Keaton

#new masterpost!#round 5 #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old man

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plaguedmoon · 2 years ago

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Been a hot minute since I’ve done one of these bad boys. Thanks for the tag. 💕

Three Ships: One that’s been on my mind lately thanks to a friend has been their OC x Nemona. They have this OC named Harley who goes to the academy in Paldea to get away from some stuff that went down during her gym challenge in Galar and ends up meeting the ever so battle-enthused Nemona. She is the same age as Nemona (mid-late teens) and the two start off as friends but then someone ends up giving the other an Applin and it’s just the sweetest thing. They’re so cute. 🥹

Another is a little remnant from my Arcana fandom days but I also love thinking about Nadia x Asra x Julian sometimes cause they just work so well together. Whether its platonic or romantic, I love it.

Gotta give a shout-out to my love for The Case Study of Vanitas tho cause I love Dominique x Noé. Noé and Vanitas are close second as a platonic ship, though

First Ship: I gotta really dive far back for this one but I think the first ship I shipped was GerIta from Hetalia. (I was in middle school, it was a time… If you know, you know. 💀)

Last Song: Yakusoku by Suga Shikao

Last Movie: Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse (FINALLY saw it last night and I am still trying to process what I saw, in a good way.)

Currently Reading: Oshi no Ko - Aka Akasaka

I got too impatient after watching the most recent episode and needed to see what happened next, so now I’m just reading through the manga, lol.

Currently Writing: Haven’t written any fics or anything in literal years but I do some more self-indulgent short drabbles every now and then. Predominantly just been roleplaying and writing stuff out for my Pokémon OC, though.

If anyone is interested in a researcher from the Area Zero Expedition and the shenanigans they get up to, feel free to snoop around my ask/rp blog ( @area-zero-rogue )

Tagging: @s-fellows-art , @fluffy-bats-appreciator , @scolopendress-tag and @anxiouscervidae (if anyone else wants to do it, feel free to!)

Tag people you’d like to know better

Thank you @klarionthewizard for this

Three ships: Link/Zelda also Mipha/Link (fish wife did not deserve what happened to her.) Maedhros/ therapy

First ship: I can’t even remember, probably Aragorn/Arwen

Last song: either Ræb’s lament or blood upon the snow (you have to be in a ‘mood’ to write Maedhros)

Last movie: the quiet man with John Wayne and Maureen O’Hara

Currently reading: a bunch of fanfics (mostly Star Wars, the silmarillion, the Legend of Zelda )

Currently writing: Maedhros in Hyrule. I think Maedhros would survive and thrive in breath of the wild era Hyrule, and Link needs a backpack leash.

I’m poking @mellifexfarm @musewrangler @firestorm78583 @eatyourdamnpears @egginfroggin with a stick

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scuttling · 3 years ago

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Those Who Wait

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader Word Count: 4,985 Tags: 18+, Loss of virginity, Insecure reader, Fingering, Protected sex Summary: When you let it slip to the team that you've never had sex, they make it their mission to help you find someone who will make your dreams a reality. *Requested by anons!

Link to A03 or read below! “I don’t know how many times I have to reiterate this, but I am not a virgin,” Spencer says, palms up, and it’s clear this is something he’s reminded the team of on more than one occasion. You’re on the jet on the way home from a case, all of you gathered around chattering mindlessly to decompress, with the exception of Hotch, who is in his usual seat, working on his computer.

“And I never said I was talking about you,” you reply, with a tone just shy of smartass. You regret bringing it up already, because this will open the door to a topic you did not want to discuss with the team, ever, but you can’t put the cat back in the bag.

“Hold on. Are you…?” Emily grins a little, but her face drops into a frown when she notices the change in your demeanor, the tension in your shoulders. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, at all.”

“You’re a virgin? Really? You’re almost thirty,” Morgan says, leaning forward to look at you, and you nod, shrug. “Is it a religious thing? Saving yourself for marriage?” You scoot back in your seat, blow out a breath, use the casual posture to try to mask your discomfort.

“Nope, it’s not a religious thing. I’m just waiting for someone who’s worth it.”

“If you’re waiting for the perfect person,” JJ says, folding forward, hands clasped in front of her, “you’re going to be waiting forever.”

You sigh, because this is exactly the reason you didn’t want to bring this up.

“I’m not waiting for the perfect person. For a long time, I didn’t have time to date, and I was—you know, satisfied, without it, so it wasn’t an issue.” Your cheeks heat a little when you say it, and you rub a hand over the back of your neck. “But lately I’ve kind of shifted toward wanting to have sex, to find someone to make the connection with. It doesn’t have to be perfect, but I do have standards.”

“Don’t put pressure on yourself to do it. You’ve waited this long, why rush into things?” Emily says with a soft smile, and you reciprocate, grateful.

“I actually think it might be better if she just goes for it,” Morgan disagrees. Why aren’t you surprised? “Get it in, get it on, and get it over with. Then you won’t feel like it’s hanging over your head.”

“I’m trying. It’s not that I’m not trying. I’m going on dates; they’re all just really, really bad dates—like, the worst I’ve ever been on.”

“How many dates?” JJ asks with an arched brow, and you grimace.

“In the last month? Twelve.” Morgan laughs out loud, and you kind of want to punch him.

“Twelve first dates in the last month and you can’t get laid? Where are you finding these guys?”

“This stupid dating app Garcia convinced me to sign up for. They all seem fine on their profiles—”

“Oh, no, you can’t go by their profiles. Complete bullshit,” Emily says, and you throw your hands up in frustration.

“How else am I supposed to know what they’re like? They’re strangers.”

“Your first time shouldn’t be with a stranger.” You’re a little surprised when it’s Spencer who chimes in; everyone turns to look at him. “You’re a lot like me, and I know that I was nervous and insecure, and waiting for the right person made it a really great experience for me. I think you should wait for someone you know will make it meaningful.”

“She’s going to be waiting ‘til she’s eighty,” Morgan says with a grin, but he pats you on the back. “And if you do, I guess that’s okay. Not every guy can be a catch like yours truly.”

“Oh, spare us,” JJ says with a laugh, and you move on to other topics for the rest of the flight.

When you go to grab your luggage before heading back to the office, it’s just you and Hotch left on the jet; he’s been quiet for most of the trip, but when he steps up next to you, he says your name, low, to get your attention.

“I just wanted you to know, you deserve to be treated well… your first time. You should wait for someone you know will make it meaningful, like Reid said.” You just look at him for a moment, not sure what to say.

Part of you knows what you want to say. You want to say, is it worth it? You want to say, how will I know? You want to say, would you make it meaningful?

What you say is, “Thanks, Hotch.” He nods, hands you your bag, then takes his, closes the luggage compartment; he gestures for you to go ahead of him, and the two of you exit the plane.

You all go back to the office. Everyone hangs around for a few minutes, but Hotch goes up to his office, turns on the lights, sits down at his desk, and takes off his jacket. He’s in for a long night, then. You’re just getting ready to leave when Garcia strolls over, bag in hand.

“Hey, girl. How was that date the other night? Haven’t gotten to talk to you about anything other than murder the last few days.” She notices that your eyes are on Hotch’s office, looks up at him and back down at you. “Is everything okay, hon?” The concern in her voice snaps you out of it, and you look to her, smile.

“Yeah, everything’s okay. The date was not, though. I’ll walk out with you.” You grab your things, throw your jacket over your arm, and take one last look up at Hotch’s office before making your way to the parking garage. You go on seven more dates over the course of three weeks that are a complete waste of time and effort. Who knew having what you consider relatively basic standards would make losing your virginity so goddamn difficult? You know you’re not a knockout like JJ or Emily, and sometimes your nerves get the best of you, but you’ve been pretty charming, funny, all dolled up and putting out clear, but not desperate, DTF vibes.

The longer your quest drags on, the more embarrassing it gets. It actually becomes a part of the morning meeting: as soon as you enter the briefing room each day, Morgan raises his eyebrows, and you shake your head. He’s keeping a tally. You want to die a little bit.

Finally, you’re sitting at home one evening when you get the call from JJ that you’ll be heading to Miami for a case first thing the next morning. You thank her for letting you know, but before she hangs up, she says, “Bring a dress, something sexy. If we have an extra night, we’re going to a club and getting you laid.”

You stammer, a little embarrassed at the directness, but you pack a short, light, red dress, something appropriate for a humid Miami night, on the off chance you’ll actually get to go out.

The case is solved in a day and a half, and you are going to stay the night again, so JJ and Emily make it their mission to get you ready for a night out, and Morgan and Spencer make it their mission to scope out your potential partners and check for red flags before you even get close to them.

It’s sweet, kind of wholesome, when you ignore the fact they’re trying to get you fucked.

You have a drink at the outdoor bar, try to loosen up a little; the place is swarming with gorgeous, supermodel looking women with very little clothing on, breasts and ass everywhere you turn, and you feel inadequate, self-conscious in your little red dress. You freaking hate Miami.

You get glances from Morgan and Spencer, nudges of encouragement from Emily and JJ—even Hotch is around somewhere, part of the red flag detail, which you hadn’t expected—and you’re so close to giving up when a song comes on that you know and absolutely love.

Sex is outside your realm of knowledge, but dancing you can do, and you wrap your hand around Emily’s wrist and tell her you want to. JJ takes your drinks, sets them on the table, and the three of you head out to the dance floor.

It’s clear they didn’t expect much of your dancing, because they looked surprised as hell that you know how to work your body to the music, putting your arms on JJ’s shoulders and moving against her. She looks up, grins at Emily over your head, and cocks her eyebrow, impressed.

“Not that innocent after all,” she says, and you toss your head lightly, laugh.

“Said I was a virgin, not that I was innocent.” The three of you dance together, and you’re approached by several guys who try to get behind you, in between you, closer anyway they can. JJ and Emily are selective with who they entertain and who they give the brush off, and you’re grateful, because despite the outcome, you’re having a good time, and you never would have done this alone.

Eventually, a man comes over, wants to dance with you specifically; the girls exchange looks, give you a nudge, and you put your arms around his neck, let him rest his hands on your hips.

He’s pretty hot, you have to admit, a little under six feet tall, with dark hair and eyes and a nice smile, and dancing against him feels good. If it’s any indication of what if would be like to have sex with him, you’d let him take you home in a heartbeat. Of course, it’s been pre-planned that you’ll go back to your room upstairs if you hook up, so your people are nearby in case anything goes wrong; it’s maybe a little weird, the thought of your coworkers being cheerleaders while you lose your virginity, but what about this isn’t weird? At this point, you’re just going with the flow.

This guy is nice enough, doesn’t go straight for your ass like other guys you danced with, but you can’t help feeling like something’s missing; you pull back, get his attention so you can tell him thanks for the dance, but you’re going to go back to your friends.

You don’t get a chance to say that, because you’re guided away from him by two strong hands on your waist. You turn, ready to tell someone off for getting handsy with you, but it’s Hotch, so the defensive posture you’d slipped into softens.

“Oh, hey. What’s going on? Is everything okay?” you ask loudly; his expression is serious, his brows pulled down in a frown. He shakes his head, leans in closer.

“I can’t let you go through with that—with him,” Hotch says in your ear, still hard to hear over the thrum of the music, and you put your hand on his shoulder, lean up so you can speak into his.

“What? Why not?” you ask, breathless from dancing and the heat. “JJ and Emily thought he seemed alright.” You didn’t actually want to go through with it, but that’s not important at the moment, not when Hotch is clearly trying to get some kind of point across.

“It’s not that, I just—you deserve better.” You frown, not sure you heard him right, and one of the hands on your waist moves lower; he presses you closer. “I don’t know if you would consider it, but I could do it. I could be the one.”

“The one?” you breathe. You need to hear him say it to confirm it’s not all in your head, that you aren’t taking anything out of context.

“The one you sleep with. The one to show you how good it can be. The one who will treat you well.”

You take a step back, have to see his face; is this pity, kindness, genuine interest? Because for the last few weeks, after every bad date, you’ve come back to the thought of Hotch kissing you, touching you, taking you apart. You know his hands are capable, you know he is kind and gentle, and it’s only the thought of him that keeps you from leaving with the first guy to show you attention. You’re so frustrated, never more desperate to feel than you have been since he told you you deserved something good.

He swallows when you look up at him, and your heart races.

“If you want to, I want to. No pressure if you don’t,” he assures you. What he’s saying is so unexpected, but so perfect, and you nod, wet your lips, lean back up on your toes to put your mouth to his ear.

“I want to. I trust you.” Feeling bold, you brush a hand over the back of his head, press your lips to the side of his neck. “Please?”

“Are you sure?” He sounds as tense as you feel, holds you tightly, like he needs to make sure this is really happening. You cling to him just as tightly, nod your head against his throat, and he squeezes your waist, ushers you across the crowded patio and inside the cool air of the hotel. You both sigh, because it’s quieter, more comfortable, and your gaze lingers over his body until he pulls you in for a gentle kiss.

You’ve done your fair share of kissing, and Hotch is so good at it, his hands on your face, his lips softer than you would have imagined, but firm in the way they press against yours. When the kiss breaks, you bring your hands to his wrists, breathing heavily, and then lean in to follow up with a kiss of your own.

He smiles softly, and you smile back, then slip your hand into his and let him lead you to the elevator. You’re not sure if it’s the night of dancing, the heat, the thrill of not only having sex after waiting so long, but having sex with Hotch, or what, but you feel changed; you’re a grown adult, you know that losing your virginity doesn’t mean much, doesn’t change who you are fundamentally, but the thought of experiencing it gives you a stomach full of butterflies in the best way possible.

“Would you like to go to my room, or yours?” he asks when you board the elevator, and he presses the button for the third floor. You plan to say it doesn’t really matter to you, but a thought crosses your mind.

“We can go to mine. I have condoms.” You’re not shy about using protection, know it’s just plain stupid not to, when you've been essentially searching for a new partner whose sexual and medical history you know little to nothing about, but telling Hotch makes your face heat a little. “I bought a variety pack—you know, when I started going on the dates.”

“Good. That’s good,” he says, nodding, and then he bends to kiss you, brushes his fingers over your jaw. “How are you feeling? Okay?”

“Yeah. Okay. Good,” you clarify. You feel so much better than okay you barely know how to say it, but there is one thing you didn’t think to ask before. “Hey, are you… are you attracted to me?” You look him over curiously, and the elevator dings; you step forward to get off, walk down the hall, but Hotch puts his hand out to stop the door, which stops you.

“I’m attracted to you. You’re gorgeous, and ever since you mentioned on the jet that this was something you were looking forward to… I can’t deny I’ve thought about being the one you share it with. Are you attracted to me?” You wet your lips, ready to reply with an emphatic yes, but he must take it for hesitation. “I understand why you want to do this, but if you aren’t attracted to me—it’s important that you want this with me, not just that you want this. I don’t want us to do anything that will make you uncomfortable.”

His words make you lose a little of the nervousness you were still holding onto, and you decide to show, not tell, how you feel about him; you wrap your fingers in his shirt and guide him down for a kiss that is hotter than before, still soft and slow, but wet and deep, too. After a moment, the elevator dings—likely due to the door remaining open for so long—and you break apart, breathless, and exit the elevator to head down the hall to your room.

Your interaction isn’t exactly awkward at first, but a little stilted: you both take off your shoes, and you grab waters from the mini fridge, hand him one and take a long sip of the other. It’s almost as if you are delaying the inevitable, but it’s not because this isn’t something you want to do; if pressed, you’d say the idea of having this time with Hotch is actually something you want to savor, not rush into too quickly. You aren’t delaying, but prolonging, and eventually you have to snap yourself out of it and just enjoy what you have while you have it.

You cross the room, walk over to him, and put your hands on his stomach, look up at him with clear eyes. His fingers ghost over your bare arms, and for a moment you just share breath, a lingering stare, until you stretch up to meet him in the middle for a deep kiss.

Hotch moves his hands to your hair, tips your head up, and you wind your arms around his back, pulling him closer and stepping forward until his legs hit the foot of the bed. He is warm, broad, solid beneath your hands, and you push them up the back of his shirt, skim them over his skin.

“Can I take this off?” you breathe when you separate, and he nods, helps you work it over his head and drops it to the floor.

Your hands rest on his stomach again, glide up his chest, and when you kiss this time, he turns you so your back faces the bed, eases you onto it. He lays between your legs, kisses until you’re both panting with need, and when you lean your head back to catch your breath he moves his mouth to your neck, trails it slowly up, then down, softly bites at the base of your throat. You hum softly, clutch his shoulders, bring your knees up around his waist.

“God, I want you.” He pulls back, looks down at you, his chest heaving, and you nod, brush fingers through his hair. “I want you, Hotch. Please touch me.”

He begins with the slow drag of big, careful hands down the outsides of your thighs, over your hips, pushing your dress up around your waist. You can’t stop looking at his face, serious and handsome, even though the rest of him is perfect too; you like that he looks affected by this, like it means something to him as well, like you’re not alone in feeling a bit overwhelmed. He moves his hands to the soft insides of your thighs, squeezes them, then leans up on his knees so he can pull your panties off, sets them on the bed beside him.

“I’m just going to rub. Tell me if it’s too much, not enough.” He curls over you for a kiss and slides his fingers along your pussy, three of them, long and thick. You close your eyes immediately, because the first touch is so good, his fingertips gliding through your slick and spreading it over your lips and clit; you are both breathing heavily, mouths hovering over each other, and you clutch at his biceps while he rubs where you are soft and aching.

It’s not that it’s not enough—you could get off this way, easily, you’re halfway there already—but you want more, imagine yourself clamping down around his fingers, digging your nails into him when you come.

“Can you…” You trail off, bite your lip, and he smooths a palm over your cheek, your hair.

“Ask me. Tell me what you want, sweetheart. I want to give it to you.” A soft, needy noise leaves your throat, and he presses his lips to yours, slips the pads of two fingers over your clit, rubs circles against it. “Is it this? Is this what you want?” You wet your lips, think no but yes, move a hand to his face.

“Can you put your fingers inside me? I want to feel you inside.” Your voice trembles over it, not used to being so direct, not used to asking for what you want, and his answering kiss is deep, wet; he pulls back to look at your face as he presses one finger inside, and you feel your expression shift, from desperate to intensely pleasured, your mouth open, eyes wide. “Hotch, oh.” He pulls it out slowly, nearly all the way, and pushes it back in, rubs your cheek, brushes his thumb over your lips.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Good is an understatement, and you clench around him, slide your hands down his forearms, nod. “Good. It’s okay if you’re just quiet, but if you’re nervous about how you’ll sound, don’t be. I’d like to hear how you’re feeling.” Another reason to feel so good about this—because you are self-conscious of the way you’ll sound, and you should have known he would pick up on it, try to ease your insecurities. You wet your lips, nod, and he moves the finger slowly in and out, adds another when you ask him to.

“Mmm. Mmm.” You bring a hand to your covered breast, squeeze it, and he moves to push your dress up further, to bare it, maybe, but you tense, then instantly feel silly.

“What is it?” he asks gently, running his hand over your stomach instead, and your muscles relax, you sigh.

“Just a little self-conscious… about my breasts—especially after everything I saw downstairs,” you say, huffing a laugh, and he chuckles, nods.

“Miami is a bit much. But you’re so beautiful, sweetheart, just as you are, and it’s clear they bring you pleasure. If you’ll let me, I’d like to take your dress off all the way, touch them… kiss them.” The prospect sounds so tempting—your nipples are sensitive beneath your own hands, but under his? His mouth?

Your breathing picks up again, and you nod, rest your arms over your head so he can pull it up and off. You swallow, trembling and bare beneath him, and he steps off of the bed to push the rest of his clothes off, too; you know you feel vulnerable, so maybe he sensed it, wanted to make you more comfortable? Either way, he is gorgeous, and you’re so grateful to be doing this with him.

“Where are the condoms?” he asks, bending over the edge of the bed to kiss you with a hand on your cheek. You direct him to your bag, and he opens the box, takes out the one he needs, walks back to you; you lean up on your elbows to watch him intently as he tears the package open, rolls it onto his cock. When he climbs on top of you again, when he pushes your knees gently apart and makes himself at home between them, you shudder; you can feel his dick for the first time, hard against your thigh, and he leans in to kiss your throat, your shoulders, and eventually, your breasts.

His mouth covers one, his hand covers the other, and you gasp when his lips close around your nipple, suck softly. “Hotch, oh my god.” You lift your hips, looking for contact, and he removes the hand from your breast, uses it to line his cock up so it can slide over your pussy as you rock against him, wet, perfect pressure, as he pulls your breast more roughly into his mouth, nibbles it.

You arch your back, pushing your chest closer to him, and he moans, slowly glides his hands over your throat, into your hair. He shifts the angle of his hips, and he slips out from between you, making you sigh at the loss. Now that you’ve felt him, it’s maddening to be without, and you wet your lips, touch his face.

“I’m ready.” He leans in to kiss your cheeks, your chin, rubs his nose softly against yours, and you meet for a deep, slow, wet kiss.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Please.” You move your hands to his waist, guide him closer, and he pushes slowly inside, lets you get used to the stretch it brings. It just feels good, not really a new sensation, since you’ve put toys inside before, but he is so much thicker, more satisfying to feel along your sensitive channel, his body warm on top of yours.

“How does it feel?” he murmurs, lips grazing yours, and you curl your hand around the back of his neck, just kiss him, enjoy the fullness and the slide of his tongue.

“So good. You can move,” you say, and your voice sounds strained, but it’s with arousal, not discomfort. You hitch your knees up higher, put your hands on his arms, pull him in so he’ll know that. “Want to feel you, Hotch.” You share breath for a few moments, and then he pulls back and thrusts forward, repeats it a few times, slow and steady, looking into your eyes.

You moan, carefully roll your hips in time with his, and he pumps inside a little deeper, a little quicker. You grip his arms, move your hands to his face, unsure what part of him you want to touch, anchor yourself against. He leans down for a kiss and you press your fingers to his cheeks, kiss him more passionately, less timidly than you’ve been so far. He groans against your mouth, and you pant as your bodies work together; it’s almost instinctual, the need to take him deeper, to meet, thighs hard against each other.

“Are you okay?” he asks, sliding his hands over your sides, hips, and you nod, gasp when he shifts up, gets his mouth on your breast again, kisses it wetly while his cock glides inside. That’s enough to have you moaning, loudly, head back, your hands on his body now, to feel his muscles flex while he thrusts inside you.

“Hotch, oh. Feels so good, I—” He bites down, lightly, just the edge of his teeth, and your legs snap tight against his body, shaking while you come around him. “Oh, oh. Mmm.” Your muscles contract so hard he grunts, your pussy all but trapping him there, and he grinds against you, grips your thighs.

“So perfect. You feel so good coming for me, so tight.” You ride out the pleasure, rolling your hips against his, and when you’re a little looser he thrusts again, slides an arm behind yours, his hand carefully around the back of your neck, kisses you until he comes, groaning, in your ear.

You look up at him as he gathers himself, wets his lips, and you curl around him for a hug; he holds you tightly, rubs gentle palms over your body, murmurs that you’re incredible and he hopes you know that was special. It's the connection you were looking for, intimacy, and you are so incredibly happy you found it, even if you did find it in the unlikeliest of places.

You lay together for a few minutes before he pulls out, ties off the condom, takes it into the bathroom, and then you go in to pee. You look yourself over in the mirror—again, fully aware that losing your virginity changes almost nothing—but you can’t help feeling like a missing piece has locked into place.

If makes you wonder if the missing piece maybe wasn’t sex, but Hotch.

When you head back into the other room, you expect him to be dressed, or at least getting dressed, but he’s laying back on the bed, covers turned down, body still bare—what you can see of him is bare, anyway, because crisp white sheets cling to his waist, make him look only that much more delicious as he waits for you.

You suddenly ache with desire again, touch your chest at the rush of emotion, of sensation, and then you climb on the bed, slip into his lap, kiss him again. This time it’s different, because your lips and tongue are all saying what you can’t, and it’s intimate, passionate, vulnerable, intense.

Except, maybe you can say it, because he kisses back just as furiously, and it translates into something as strong as what you’re feeling, his hands on your face and lower back holding you close.

“I want you,” he whispers, looking into your eyes, and you’re panting hard, desperate for more. “Not just tonight—I want every night to feel like tonight. I know you weren’t planning for anything more than this, but if you like, maybe I could take you to dinner when we get back. We could see if there’s something more?” He looks nervous, like the offer won’t be well received, but you just nod, smile, lean close for a gentler brush of lips.

“I’d really like that. I don’t want to only feel like this tonight.”

You kiss a little more, softer, sweeter things, eventually moving from his lap to curl against his side; the two of you cuddle, talk—it’s not awkward in the slightest, just feels right, and you drift to sleep warm and content in his arms.

Maybe Miami’s not so bad after all.

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fivelakesinwriting · 3 years ago

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barry wanting to play with his partners nipples but without him knowing, reader got their nipples pierced so they're all swollen and barry helps soothe them

Author's Notes: Ugh. I want mine done so bad, but I practically slid off the table for my belly button I got so sweaty and nervous I don't think I could handle it. If this was your request - I hope you love it!! Please let me know what you think! xoxo

Warnings: Talk of a new piercing (I warned for this last time, just in case. Might make some people uneasy!) Sexual references - sexual innuendos

Requested? YES! Requests for OBX are OPEN!

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She had been avoiding him all day, and Barry could sense it. Any time he got close to her, his hands reached out to touch her body she would recoil and walk away with a mumble about needing to organize or clean something.

As the nighttime approached, the moon rising on the house, Barry had more than enough of his girlfriend skirting away from him. Avoiding his advances while his fingers pinched at her skin.

Barry made his way towards the back of the house to the bedroom, his hands in his pockets and leaned against the door frame as he watched her get ready for bed.

"You avoidin' me?" Barry grunted as he looked his girlfriend from head to toe in just one of his t-shirts, and a pair of panties.

"Not at all, baby. Why would you think that?" She asked as she ran her fingers through her hair and made her way over to him across the bedroom, stepping over discarded pants and underwear.

"Haven't let me touch you all day." Barry glared as he looked down at his girlfriend, but let her put her hands on his stomach beneath his shirt.

"I've been busy with cleaning the house." She replied as her fingertips pulled off of his stomach, her eyes downcast to his feet.

Barry grunted in response while his eyes looked her over, taking in every hair on her head. Down, down to her toes. He took the chance to grab hold of her hips, hoping she wouldn't swat him away like she had been all day. He released a sigh of relief when she let him hold her close. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, forgetting he had been upset with her as he began to push his hands up the front of her shirt to finally grab at her breasts like he had been dying to for the entire day.

"Barry, wait!" She hissed as she grabbed his wrists as he reached for her nipples with his index and middle fingers.

"What's this?" Barry growled, his eyes dark as he ever-so gently tugged on the steel bars through each of her nipples. His cock twitched in his shorts at her meek little whine.

Barry grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. He couldn't contain the moan that rattled in his chest at the sight of his girlfriend's nipples, barbells through them. They were so pretty, and just begging for his mouth to be all over them.

"Oh, baby. Not yet. They're so sore." She whined as she grabbed his hair, pulled back at the nape of his neck, when he surged forward to press his lips to the top of her left breast, sucking a light bruise to her skin.

"I can't touch?" Barry grunted as his fingertips dragged down her bare back to make her shiver, her nipples hard and pressed against his own chest.

"The girl that did them said specifically to not let my boyfriend tug on them." She whispered as she pushed her fingertips into his hair from the nape of his neck.

"What you tell her about me?" Barry smirked as he pulled his lips from her chest to look at her little pout.

"That you're grabby, all hands." She responded with a small shiver as she felt him reach his left hand around to her front, tracing his index finger under the swell of either of her breasts.

Barry breathed out a laugh while he nodded. She wasn't wrong. If he could have his hands on her, he always did. He grabbed at whatever he could, quite literally, get his hands on. It just had to be her.

"How long you gonna make me wait?" Barry asked as he kept his eyes on her breasts, hard nipples with surgical steel through them, while he kept his hands on her hips.

"Not long, baby. She said the swelling will go down in a few days, and then my boyfriend can tug all he wants. Says the pain is a little different for everyone. But it's really just the swelling and keeping them clean." She replied, her eyes following his line of sight to her sore breasts.

"Can I help?" Barry muttered as he dipped his head down to kiss along her neck again, his hands reaching for her backside to pull her against him.

"If you keep your tongue to yourself." She nodded as she trailed her fingertips over his shoulders.

"Never thought I'd hear you say that." Barry grinned against her neck with a firm smack of her backside.

"Just for a few days you have to keep your tongue and fingers away from my nipples." She laughed as she pulled at the loose hair around his face.

"We can still have sex, right?" Barry questioned, a concern look on his face as he pulled his face up from her neck. They had only gone two days without sex their whole relationship, and Barry thought he would die. Or explode. He preferred death.

"Barry, I didn't get ...that pierced. Yes, we can still have sex." She scoffed with a blush as her fingertips touched his jawline.

"Oh my god. Don't put shit like that in my head." Barry growled with a hot kiss to her lips, the tips of his fingers creeping into the waistband of her panties.

"Baby, don't. Please." She whined, grabbing at his wrists when he instinctively reached for her breasts.

"I'm sorry." Barry breathed out placing his hands on the top of his head as he pulled away from her. He looked his girlfriend over, standing in front of him in just a pair of underwear. His heart was racing in his chest, his shorts getting tighter by the second.

"Can help me clean them, if you want." She whispered, shifting her weight from one foot to the other under his gaze. It felt like he had not blinked in over one minute as he stared at her breasts and then the top of her underwear.

"Yeah?" Barry asked, his eyes flickered to hers with his hands still on the top of his head.

"If you're really gentle." She nodded as she reached for the strings for his shorts and pulled him closer.

"Can be gentle." Barry mumbled as he looked down at her, letting her pull him against her again. He couldn't contain the whimper that burst from the back of his throat as his erection rubbed against her.

"C'mon, baby." She smiled softly as she released his strings and walked towards the bathroom, still topless. Barry released a heavy sigh, pulling his hands over his face as he followed after her.

As they stood in the bathroom together, his girl leaned against the pedestal sink and Barry in front of her, he gently dabbed a warm cloth over her nipples. He furrowed his brow in concentration, barely flinching as he felt her nails slowly pull over his shoulders as she winced.

"Hurts?" Barry grumbled as he finished cleaning her piercings with warm water then placed the cloth on the edge of the sink.

"A little bit." She nodded as she placed her palm flat on his shoulder, uncurling her toes.

"Will ice help?" Barry questioned as his pulled his fingertips down her back, feeling her shiver against him.

"Yeah, but I think it might be more for you than for me." She shivered as she grabbed at his hair at the back of his head.

"I'll do whatever I gotta do to tug on those nipples again." Barry growled as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, before he all but ran to the kitchen to get ice to soothe his love.

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