#the Slightest bit of light will wake me up so i usually wake up once or twice between dawn and my alarm going off at 9

[tacticoal]

「scowls to smiles」 : ̗̀➛ you drive them crazier in love...

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ sfw, gn reader (mentions of makeup [kyle]), unedited, mdni !!

john price

"you're definitely the only person i would do this for..."

john grumbles, his arms crossed and his body slumped in the seat. you roll your eyes at him, snatching the remote next to him from behind the couch to change the television channel. the boisterous cheers get cut off, switching from your boyfriend's weekly football channel to the horror documentaries you oh-so love. you walk around to slide next to john, leaning into the arm he reaches out to you. it wraps around you out of instinct, pulling you in closer.

"you promised me we could watch tonight's episode," you remind him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "besides, you know kyle's recording it for you tomorrow.."

a deep sigh (closer to a groan, really) escapes his lips, knowing garrick and the other two are out together watching the game at their local pub. still, he settles in, pressing a kiss to your temple, trying to ignore the spam of texts he's getting from the others about who scored what.

simon riley

the bedframe creaks aggressively at the way you're shaking simon's burly body, echoing throughout your shared loft. he's usually so good at waking up without a second thought back at base -- his body sensing the slightest movement meters away. but now? now his body's facing away from you, snoring loudly, almost as if he's mocking you.

oh, bring it on.

you are so going to get noise complaints for the wrong ideas, but you don't care at the moment. you're wide awake, and he's not.

it's so pretty outside, you nearly fell out of bed once you saw the slightest bit of golden light peeking into the room, glowing on the walls. looking past the curtains, the sky is painted in soft lavenders and ceruleans -- the sun just barely peeping out from behind the layers of old buildings.

"simon- wake up!! the sunrise is so pretty today, and the whole city's all pretty and there's no people out and its nice 'n cool so we can go out and get coffee and tea and breakfast-!!"

you yelp as he rolls over, nearly knocking you back. he's now laying on his back, eyes still shut, hair poking out and around in tufts, one big hand lazily grasping onto yours.

"y'know what else is pretty, love? sleep."

he tugs you slightly towards him, you legs knocking into the mattress. you let out a loud huff.

"no way, si'. i want a cute morning date with you, and if you're not up in the next 5 seconds i'm so going by mysel-"

a loud groan interrupts you, the bear of a man beneath you slowly rising to sit, rubbing at his eyes before sending a teasing glare your way.

"go grab my hoodie."

kyle garrick

kyle wakes up with a groan, stretching his stiff limbs out from the couch. the sun was still beaming through the cracks of the shades, illuminating the living room. he remembers falling asleep while waiting for you to finish your digital meeting in the other room, your muffled voice luring him into sleep. swinging his legs over the cushion to stand, he lets out a satisfied hum as his knees pop, before heading to the bathroom.

just before he could make it to the toilet, his head snaps back to the mirror. your giggles echo from behind kyle, as he tiredly rubs a hand down his face.

his perfectly contoured, flushed, powder-set face.

"really, love?"

"i dunno, kyle, this is a reallllly good look on you..."

you peek over his shoulder, a wide grin stretching your face. his eyes (outlined and enamored in glittery eyeshadow, keep in mind) glared at you through the mirror, letting out a deep sigh as you walk past him to take out the hidden cosmetics from the cabinet, showing them off to him. you rambled about how hard to was to find his exact shade so you bought 5 different foundations just in case (with his money...), that he kept twitching his eyes and messing up the eyeliner, how he almost woke up because the tutorial video blasted an ad midway through-

"you're so annoying, good god... i love you so much, c'mere-"

he was quick to turn around and cup your face with both hands, cutting off your squeals with a sticky kiss. one on the mouth, then the apples of your cheeks, then your chin, until your entire face was covered in cherry red silhouettes of his lips.

you wore his marks with beaming pride for the rest of the day.

john mactavish

johnny comes out of the kitchen with his eyebrows knit together and a frown creasing his lips. he swore up and down he saw it in the cabinets last, maybe it was in his bag? the bedroom? hell, he even checked the pockets of his jeans sitting in the laundry.

he rounds the corner of the hallway to where you were. you probably knew best, always the one to reorganize the shelves and put away the groceries. he grins as he sees you, lazing on the couch, watching the television,

"birdie, where's mah-"

and apparently snacking on the chocolate bar he's been searching for.

"...chocolate."

you two stare at each other, the voiceover from the luminous screen taking up the silence. johnny watches you chew very slowly, as if he wouldn't notice so long as you did it carefully enough. you look so cute like this, he thinks, looking up at him so innocently, seeming so happy with your treat. a perfectly disguised criminal he would've dismissed without a second thought. with an agonizingly slow swallow, you cleared your throat before speaking up,

"sorry, babe.."

oh, how could he ever be mad at you?

he lets out an amused huff, pushing himself off the wall to walk over to you. expecting some sort of punishment, you squeeze your eyes shut.

instead, you feel a firm kiss press on your chocolate-stained lips. with a surprised gasp, you invite him in to prod his tongue past your teeth. and after an awfully messy few seconds, he peels back, a satisfied smirk on his lips. another peck is delivered to your lips, before he settles into the couch beside you.

you may be a wanted criminal, but he's already had his heart stolen by you. and he's too damn smitten to turn you in.

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[junosmindpalace]

heya, Dr. Stone headcanons of the Wise Generals' (all or any ones you prefer) sleeping habits? Pretty please🥺

i’m sooo indecisive when it comes to headcanons i just end up talking about every perspective! but i hope these are fun! sorry some of these are shorter than others </3 i had more ideas for ryusui and senku

-> SENKU:

I’m pretty sure it was shown or implied very briefly in the show, but I believe Senku is a kind of person who sleeps pretty neatly.

Maybe not like a vampire on his back with his hands crossed over his stomach, but he mostly keeps to himself; his limbs aren’t usually all over the place, and he’s probably just curled within himself on his side. 

I don’t think it’s impossible for him to splay all over, but usually he’s a pretty still sleeper. Maybe he shifts around a little, a stray arm or leg here and there, and unless it’s super hot or cold or he’s unnerved by something, he’ll mostly just stay curled within himself. 

I think it was also shown that he tends to stay up pretty late doing science related things, so maybe a little bit of a night owl, too. 

Has at least once or twice pulled an all nighter doing science related things. Sometimes he isn’t even aware of the time, and he ends up accidentally staying awake all night (which he feels the effects of full force in the morning when he has school). 

It also seems like when he’s nervous about something, he can’t rest easily, either. So most of the time he should be spending sleeping is instead used for problem solving. 

He knows that, logically, he should be investing time and effort into developing and upholding a more than adequate sleep schedule in order for him to function and continue on with his hobbies at 100%. Buuut…he’s an eager person, and, for a lot of the series, a teenager. So his sleep schedule is probably a little all over the place. 

He’s probably out sometime between 12-2am on average though; that’s typically when he starts yawning and his body starts feeling heavy. 

Usually he just ends up exhausting himself with experiments, however, and retires to bed when the words in his textbooks begin to blur by curling himself up under a blanket. 

Doesn’t mind sleeping in the dark, and doesn’t fully mind sleeping with a small light. Too much of either, however, might set him a little on edge or make it harder for him to fall asleep.

Not a deep sleeper but not a light sleeper either. 

If he’s sharing a sleeping space, he’s not going to go out of his way to do anything particularly different. He’ll sleep as usual; depending on the person, he might choose to put some distance. 

If it’s with you, he may just fall asleep facing you. That’s the only notable thing. 

Overall just a generally calm and quiet sleeper. 

-> GEN:

Also similar to Senku in a lot of ways, such as in that he doesn’t sprawl around too much. 

He’s usually curled up, perhaps even more so than Senku, however, and out like a light. It’s funny for me to imagine him a deeeeep sleeper. 

But in actuality, I think he’d be an inbetween of heavy and light sleeper. When he’s nervous about something, he’s much more aware of himself and his surroundings, so the slightest off detail will have his eyes wide open. 

Usually, though, he can be a pretty heavy sleeper. Maybe a mouth breather. Maybe snores just a little (on occasion). 

Sleeps fairly regularly despite his celebrity status and being a student, or at least finds it harder to pull all-nighters. But like anyone else, he may get restless if he feels nervous about something. 

If I remember correctly, the fanbook mentioned details about his family life not being so great (either that or its some headcanons that resonated with me based on the almost sad expression he makes in reference to his family). Perhaps the exhaustion or stress from that either kept him awake or had him passing out when it came to sleep.

Maybe sleeps in somewhat of a fetus position? Wakes up with his neck killing him (projection). 

If he’s sharing a sleeping space, he might be flirty about it, depending on who you are.

Teases you slightly in every scenario, however; it only depends on what kind of jokes he's making. 

Also depending on his mood, he may start up some late night convos before heading off to sleep, usually if he’s got something on his mind.

In the same bed, I think he would want to be cuddly, but just wouldn’t be able to handle the sweat and discomfort I think, so he goes back over to his side fairly quick.

Has a thousand alarms for the morning because he has a tendency to sleep in or immediately fall back asleep when he wakes up.

-> RYUSUI: 

I can imagine Ryusui’s sleeping habits going either way.

On the one hand, Ryusui can be a pretty deep sleeper. With his pampered lifestyle, he probably has heavenly bedroom accommodations; luxury bed, high brand pillowcases and mattresses and what not. He also doesn’t have very many worries in his life. So he probably sleeps like a rock at night. I can also see that deep sleep habit occurring even in the stone world, much to everyone’s disgust.

At the same time, Ryusui can be weirdly alert. Perhaps this would be more so stone world, but I can see him being disturbed by small changes in the environment and waking up to them.

His sleeping schedule may also be all over the place, but generally organized and well kept up. I imagine that he doesn’t fall asleep too late. 

He does occasionally pull an all-nighter if he’s working on something of his, however. When his mind is set on something, sometimes he can get caught up in it. 

Francois’ character profile lists events pre-petrification, saying they developed “a special drink for Ryusui, who has little time for sleep, to help him recover from fatigue after a short night's sleep.” I forget if context is ever given for this, but it sort of implies Ryusui doesn’t sleep a lot. So the all-nighters may be more frequent than expected. 

Either way, he’s probably one of the first people awake at any time, around maybe 5-6am. He likes to spend his days being productive, so no matter what, he’s typically up bright and early, no matter what time he goes to sleep at. 

I can imagine him with a somewhat firm expression while he sleeps, again, mostly during stone world. The lifestyle sort of toughens him up, makes him a bit more on edge constantly. It’s reflected in his face while he’s sleeping, mouth firm, eyebrows furrowed. He may also have this kind of face while he sleeps pre-stone world too, however, almost like he’s always in a perpetual state of slight unease despite his optimism. 

If he’s sharing a sleeping space with another person, he probably tries to be mindful of differing sleeping schedules…but either way, he might accidentally wake you with crashes depending on what he’s doing.

If he’s with you in bed though, I think he might like to cuddle, at least at first. Until he gets all uncomfortable and accidentally pushes you away.

But you get to share in all his bed luxuries! And all of the things Francois does to help keep Ryusui awake throughout the day also extend toward you on his order. 

-> UKYO:

One of the more calm sleepers. 

He’s another person who’s, again, like Senku, in that he just lies on his side the entire night.

Doesn’t move around too much when he’s sleeping, maybe just to readjust his blanket or whatnot. At most, he’s just repositioning himself to be more comfortable.

I think he too would have a bit of a firm face when he sleeps. 

He may like to hold something when he’s sleeping. It’s usually just the pillow he’s sleeping on top of, but sometimes he might yank it down enough so it's almost like he’s holding it to his chest. 

Also maybe curled up in somewhat of a fetal position, also wakes up with a killer neckache on occasion. 

If he’s sharing a sleeping space with someone, he probably just sticks to his side of the bed. 

Doesn’t mind cuddling, but like most people, that probably just means you’ll break away later in the evening when the two of you fall asleep. 

Might try to watch shows and movies he’s wanted to catch up on only to fall asleep curled up on the couch (you don’t have the heart to wake him) (it's why you have a blanket on your cushions now) (more projecting).

Also may have a billion alarms, all at absurd times. He gives you an apologetic kiss on the forehead if it disturbs your own slumber.

-> CHROME: 

Ultimate mouth breather, ultimate blanket hog, ultimate BED hog (exaggeration). 

I’m mostly kidding, but out of all five, I can imagine Chrome to be one of the more chaotic sleepers. 

His leg is in the air, he’s starfishing, he’s snoring. He’s the whole insufferable package.

At the same time, however, I feel like it’d be funny if people anticipate Chrome to be such a difficult sleeper, only for him to be the exact opposite and instead sleep like a sound baby. 

I can see him being pretty hyperactive during the day and then crashing out at night so much so that he hardly moves, but mostly on days where he’s working himself to exhaustion. 

So take it either way.

If he’s sharing a space with you when he’s sleeping, he might be nervous as hell. Or if you’re a good enough friend, he’ll turn over and pass out with his leg out unapologetically no problem. 

I think for obvious reasons he doesn’t really tend to sleep with anything; no pillows or toys. 

And I also think cuddling is not a big thing. Though you might find an arm or leg tossed over you on restless nights…

If you confront him about those things in the morning, he’ll deny them endlessly.

[luvelve]

boyfriend!wonwoo who wakes up at the slightest sound or movement and he can’t help it or do anything about it even if he so badly wants to. the first few weeks of living together was difficult to say the least. you’d wake up in the middle of the night to pee or to have a glass of water and you’d find wonwoo sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to come back. guilt would wash over you knowing he has to get up early in the morning and every other morning.

you feel like the worst person in the world having to interrupt his slumber, but he tells you its okay. you once even offered to sleep in separate rooms so wonwoo can have 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep. but of course, he turned the offer down. sometimes he’d act like he wasn’t woken up from your movement because he knows you still feel guilty.

you’re many months into sharing a bedroom and you’ve kinda gotten used to your light sleeper of a roommate. it’d help when wonwoo came home absolutely exhausted, he’d sleep like a baby and couldn’t be disturbed by anything.

it’s way past 3am on a gloomy tuesday morning when you feel your blanket shift and cold wind hit your lower body. you look over your shoulder to wonwoo’s side and you see him getting up and putting his glasses on. he’s quietly heading towards the door when you let out a mumble.

“i’m sorry my love, i didn’t mean to wake you.” he finds your face under the moonlight that shines through the window.

“where are you going?” you use whatever strength you have to sit yourself up on the bed.

“i was just going to get some uh… water.”

liar. the glass of water you put on his bedside table before lying down has barely been touched. and the fact that he put his glasses on isn’t helping his lie either. it takes you a few seconds but you also notice that his hair hasn’t been messed up from sleep.

“have you been up all night?” you shoot him a head tilt, slowly getting up from your bed to make your way towards him. you can tell the mental gymnastics he’s doing in his head to try and convince you to get back to bed. at this point, wonwoo knows you’ve got him and there’s no point in lying anymore.

“yes… but its okay, really. y-you can go back to bed.” he tells you softly, putting his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. even at this hour, when wonwoo hasn’t had a second of sleep, he’s still able to be this selfless.

you stand just a few inches away from him, head tilted up to look him in his tired and droopy eyes while he looks down at you, doing the same thing. it’s silent and the only thing that can be heard is the faint sounds of the city. you take a small step to close the gap between the two of you as you wrap your arms around his waist. your head is resting on his chest and you feel it rise and fall.

“we’ve talked about this before. you always stay up with me, even when i never ask you to. waiting for me to get back from the kitchen or the bathroom. and it’s unfair to you… but i hope you know that i’d do the same for you.” you close your eyes, head still resting on his chest, internally blaming yourself for not being as light a sleeper as your boyfriend.

he smiles and returns your hug, wrapping his arms around your body and resting his chin on the top of your head. “i know, my love. i’m sorry.” another trait of your wonwoo’s, being sorry for something that’s not even his fault.

“just wake my sleepy ass up next time, okay?” he lets out a laugh and you feel it rumble in his chest. you lift your head up to look at him once again as he nods. his smile is big enough that the corners of his eyes crease.

���jeon wonwoo, i wanna hear you say it.” your voice is soft yet a bit playful. you tug at his white shirt as your lips unconsciously form into a slight pout.

“yes, maam.”

a/n: as usual, this is very self indulgent. but also, i feel like this is something that wonwoo would actually do :(( aaand i still can’t seem to finish this wonwoo fic that’s been in my drafts for over 3 weeks so pls enjoy this for now <3

[yelenasdiary]

Angstmas, Kate x fem reader, Kate’s seasonal depression is especially bad this holiday season due to her mom being in jail. She’s already struggling but is trying to hold it together Christmas morning until she spills some hot coco and kinda just has a meltdown. Reader is a sweetheart.

Spilt Emotions

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Fem! Reader

Summary: Kate has a breakdown on Christmas morning & you’re there to assure her it’s all going to be okay.

Angst & Fluff

Warnings: None, if I missed any, please let me know! | 1.1K

AC: Thank you for sending this! I hope you enjoy! x

Holiday Special Masterlist

A modest tree with mismatched ornaments stood in the corner of the small apartment Kate shared with you. The apartment covered with festive spirit and cheerful decorations didn’t keep Kate’s mind from reminding her this Christmas was different. Kate had always loved Christmas, being with family, the food, the way New York City lit up in all different colors, the cozy moments she spent with Lucky and the laughter she shared with friends but this year the holiday brought a chill that was colder than the snow outside.

With her mother, Eleanor, in jail and her father sadly deceased, Kate felt a hollow ache in her chest and no matter how much she tried to hide it, you noticed how her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. It was the little things that you noticed, usually Kate would spend some time on the rooftop, admiring the city lights through the falling snowflakes, or how she couldn’t keep her excitement for Christmas traditions tucked away for much longer.

 You didn’t want to push her, you respected she might need some space and hoping that with time, the joy that was buried deep inside the archer would burst and allow her to enjoy the magic of Christmas once again. 

On Christmas morning when the sun beamed through the clouds and the city was peacefully quiet, you woke up early. Kate still sleeping beside you, almost hugging the covers to block out any cold, crisp air from touching her. You smiled softly at how adorable she looked, like a child clinging to their favorite plushie. You slipped out of bed and tiptoed into the kitchen, wanting to surprise her with some hot cocoa to wake her up too. 

Soon enough, the smell of hot coco filled the air and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you placed two tiny marshmallows on top of Kate’s drink. “Katie” you whispered softly, wanting to slowly wake her. Kate stirred, groaning when she felt the slightest bit of cold air touch her. 

“I made you a hot coca baby” you added, carefully getting back into bed, sitting with your legs crossed and the two festive mugs in your hands. Kate’s eyes still heavy with sleep, peeped open for a moment before she offered a weak smile, “thanks, babe” she murmured, trying to keep her eyes open as she slowly began to sit up. “You’re welcome darling” you replied as she wrapped her hands around the mug, feeling the heat on her bare skin. 

“Merry Christmas” you added, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. As Kate turned her head to face you, her mug clipped yours, making the two drinks splash together as the liquid seeped into the bedding. 

“Shit!” Kate exclaimed, her voice in a panic as she quickly placed her mug on the bedside table. 

“Babe, it’s okay, I’ll wash the sheets today” you replied, also placing your mug on your bedside table. The weight of the past few weeks came crashing down on the Archer without a warning, her eyes filled with tears, and she kicked the covers to the end of the bed. “I can’t do this!” She snapped, her voice breaking as her tears began to fall. 

“Everything is just….its…fucked!” She added. Her heart pounding as she stood up, her feet touching the cold floor. “This isn’t how things are supposed to be!” Kate continued, pacing back and forth. 

“Baby, it’s okay, let it out” you replied softly as you watched her endlessly try to make sense of her life now. 

“I’ve been trying so hard to keep it together, I mean, it’s Christmas! I thought I would be okay by now” she sobbed, wiping the tears from her cheeks, “but every time I think about mom and everything that happened…..I just –“ she paused, finally coming to a stop as she looked at you. Without a second thought, you stood up and wandered over to her, wrapping your arms around her as she crashed into you. 

“It’s okay Kate, you miss her and that’s more than okay” you said, rubbing your hand up and down her back. “You don’t have to keep anything built up darling, this is your first Christmas without her and it’s been a big year for you” you added. 

“I just…I miss her so much” she sobbed into your shoulder, “I just wanted to a normal Christmas like we always did but it feels like everything is falling apart instead” she added. You held her tighter as she cried, feeling your heart ache for her. “I know it’s not the same but why don’t we go visit her today?” You suggested. 

Kate pulled back, looking at you with her wet, red eyes, “you’d be okay with that?” She asked. 

“Of course, baby, she’s your mother. I don’t want you to feel like you have to deal with any of this by yourself. I will always be here, forever” 

Kate leaned back into your arms, feeling the warmth of your body against her as she took a shaky breath, “I would like that” she replied. “I know what she did will never be okay…but I miss her” she added. 

“I know, love” you replied softly.

Gradually, Kate’s sobs became quiet, her heart still heavy from weeks of pushing her feelings down but she stayed hugging you tightly. The spilt coca now completely forgotten about while you continued to rub her back, “I love you” she whispered, her voice still shaky but stronger than moments before. 

“I love you too” you replied, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “You’re so much stronger than you realize, you know?” You added as she pulled back once more. Gently, you cupped her face, wiping her fallen tears, “I want you to remember that you can always count on me, I don’t want you feel like you have to be strong and put together for my sake, okay?” 

Kate nodded lightly, “I’m sorry” she said in an almost whisper. 

“You have nothing to be sorry about Katherine” you assured her. Kate playfully rolled her eyes, “don’t call me that, it’s odd” she said with a light chuckle. 

“But it brought back that beautiful smile so I’m not sorry about it this time” you smiled softly before kissing her deeply. The holiday may not be the fairy tale Kate was hoping for but she knew that with you by her side, a different Christmas tradition wouldn’t be as hard as she thought. 

“Can I make us a fresh hot coca?” She asked as you kindly brushed a lock of her long dark hair behind her ear, “you make the coca and I’ll strip the bed” you smiled softly. 

With that Kate, with Lucky following close behind her, wandered into the kitchen feeling okay about the holidays as a soft smile tugged at her lips.

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[number1mingyustan]

i’m so obsessed with ur work and how u write seungkwan 😭😭 every time u write a new dom seungkwan drabble i want to run to ur inbox and beg for more ur so amazing

if possible may i please request hard dom seungkwan who finds that u went out with him in a dress without panties just to tease him and he punishes u for it? with exhibitionism and multiple creampies in public?

bf!seungkwan x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, kissing, explicit smut, established relationship, alcohol consumption, fingering (f)., teasing, dom/sub dynamics, rough sex, drunk sex, exhibitionism, extremely public sex, voyeurism, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms

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"Slow down baby," Your boyfriend says as you down another shot.

The music in the club is bumping and your boyfriend pulls you in closer by the waist. You whine, leaning into his touch as you stumble over your own feet.

You reach for the last shot sitting on the counter, but Seungkwan intercepts. He grabs the small glass and downs it without so much of a flinch before you can.

" 'M cutting you off," he breathes out. "Don't wanna be babysitting you all night."

You pout, pressing your chest against his. "You're so mean."

"You'll thank me tomorrow when you don't wake up with a headache."

Before you can even think to respond, your ears perk up at the familiar melody playing in the club. You've already forgotten what you were going to say as you start singing along to the words.

"Oh my gosh I love this song!" You shout. You pull him onto the dance floor, and he lets you.

He holds you by the hips, allowing you to dance on him. Usually, he wouldn't, but the alcohol in his system seems to be hitting him almost as hard as it is you right now.

Your hips sway to the sound of the music. Your ass grinds against his crotch and you tilt your head back so you can see him.

"I have to tell you something," You giggle and whisper in his ear.

"What is it baby?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm not wearing any panties," You giggle.

You're laughing, but your boyfriend isn't the slightest bit amused. His body stands still, no longer moving against yours to the beat of the music. His jaw is tight and his hands press deeper into your hips.

He turns you around, forcing you to face him. "What did you just say?"

A chill runs down your spine. You love it when he gets aggressive like this.

"Not wearing any panties," You bat your eyelashes, looking up at him. "Wanted to give you easy access."

He inhales slowly to keep himself calm. "Show me."

"Here?" You ask.

He doesn't respond, simply staring at you with intimidating eyes.

You breathe shakily, lifting your dress up enough for him to see and quickly pulling it back down.

He lets out a 'tsk' of disapproval. He pulls your body against his and lifts your dress up once again. You press your thighs together and your face grows hot from embarrassment.

"Kwan-"

"Shh," he cuts you off.

"But there's people around-" Your voice shakes.

"So?" He snakes his hand between your thighs and rubs small circles on your clit. "Never stopped us before. Besides... you're the one who decided not to wear any panties. Fucking slut."

Your voice comes out in a broken whimper. There's so much happening around you right now. The flashing lights, the loud music, the alcohol coursing through your bloodstream, the teasing touches of your boyfriend.

It doesn't take much for you to get wet. A few teasing touches and you're already coating his digits with the evidence of your arousal.

"Baby..." You whimper.

"If you really want me to stop, I'll stop. Just say the word Y/n."

You purse your lips together and shake your head.

"That's what I thought," He smirks.

He pushes two fingers into you, stretching you open. He pumps his digits inside of you quickly. The squelch of your cunt is loud, but not nearly loud enough to overpower the loud music in the club.

"Fuck," you moan. You push your hips into his hand, allowing him to thrust his digits deeper into you. He curls his fingers inside of you just enough to have your eyes rolling back.

The pleasure is overwhelming. You're no longer concerned about your surroundings, who's watching, who's not. He's making you feel so good, the thought doesn't even cross your mind anymore.

He scissors his fingers open, thoroughly stretching you out before pulling his fingers out. You frown, but he's quick to plunge his fingers into your mouth.

Without being told, you suck his fingers clean.

"Gonna fuck you now," He tells you.

He turns you back around and undoes his belt. He doesn't tease you any longer, wasting no time before thrusting his cock into you. You cry out, loud enough to grab the attention of someone in the crowded club.

But again, the pleasure clouds your brain and you could care less about who sees you. You arch your back, pushing back into him with each thrust of his cock.

He fills you up so well, tip of his cock brushing up against that sweet spot deep inside of you. The feeling is exhilarating.

"Fuck," You curse out.

You snake your hand between your thighs and begin rubbing tighter circles on your clit. You press down, applying pressure to the sensitive bud.

Seungkwan frowns, pulling your arm back and holding you in place.

"No touching," He hisses.

You whine, frowning at the loss of contact. To make up for it, he fucks you harder. His cock thrusts deep inside of you, hips slamming against your ass and causing it to recoil with every movement.

You can already feel your high approaching.

The whole scene has you hot. The music, the lights, the stretch of his cock. It's absolutely filthy and there's no denying that you love it.

There's no point in warning him, the music is too loud and your orgasm is approaching too fast. He can sense it though, the way you're tightening around him and the way your hips sloppily grind down on his cock.

He's not far behind you either, he can feel his cock throbbing with need. His tip is sensitive and achy and he knows it's only a matter of time before he'll be painting your walls white.

When your orgasm hits, it hits hard. He fucks you through it, pounding into you until his own high approaches. You cum together, breathing heavily as your bodies relish in the sweet release.

Once you both come down, he doesn't stop. He holds your hips steady, continuing to fuck you.

"Ah shit-" You pant. "Kwan-"

One of his hands pulls down the strap of your dress. Your throat feels dry and your face is hot. He continued to pound into you, hand massaging your breast filthily.

You cry out, feeling dizzy in the head from everything happening. It feels so good, you're glad he didn't stop. You want him to fill you up again, right here in front of everyone on the dance floor.

You lock eyes with another woman in the crowd. Her cheeks are tinted pink, but she can't seem to look away. Your vision is a little hazy, but you can make her out clearly.

You can feel your legs starting to shake as your second orgasm approaches. You don't break eye contact with your voyeur, too drunk and too consumed by pleasure.

Your eyes roll back and your breathing grows heavy. Your last orgasm finally hits, sending your body into another temporary state of bliss. He fucks you through it, pace never faltering as you cum around his cock.

You tighten around him, eventually sending him into his second orgasm of the night. He pumps another load into you, hips moving erratically at a fast pace.

Neither of you cum as hard as the first time, yet this one seems to last longer. It takes both of you a moment to properly tap back into your senses.

When you finally come down, you blink your eyes until your vision returns to normal. Your voyeur is no longer there, probably became too much for her.

A small smirk tugs at your lips. Your eyes remain half-lidded and you struggle to stand on your feet. Your legs are shaky and the heels you're wearing definitely don't help. Seungkwan quickly fixes his pants and adjusts your dress so you both look presentable again.

You turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. He kisses you back, lips moving against yours in perfect harmony.

You pull away slightly, lips just mere centimeters from his. "Take me home."

He nods, pulling out his phone to order an uber before dragging you off the dance floor and stumbling back home.

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[i23kazu]

LET LIGHT STREAM IN

characters. neuvillette x gn!reader genre. romantic fluff. an. this will be ooc! please forgive me hehe but practice will be the way i get to write neuvillette. so please don't comment things like "no he would not say that" because fanfic will be fanfic! also neuvillette is 100% the melusines' father. | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

waking up with neuvillette is usually one type of morning or the other, you feel. some mornings are filled with the both of you hastily rushing for work. while neuvillette is typically calm, composed, and is able to take his time in the morning... you, on the other hand, often do not experience that luxury. most mornings are equated with your hands haggardly slamming the alarm button on your phone, until you're left with fifteen minutes to get up and get out of the house.

on occasions, neuvillette takes the time to prepare breakfast for the both of you – pain au chocolats and fresh milk that are delivered by the faithful melusines often grace your dining table, and fresh loaves of bread from the bakery of hotel debord are quickly paired with the coldest, saltiest slabs of butter.

on the other side of your relationship's shared mornings, you and neuvillette get to lay cosily beneath your covers, nestled in warmth. you tiredly turn to glance at him, still clad in his silk pajamas, and his still-sleeping face leaning towards you.

"good morning, my dear," you whisper, gently running your fingers through his hair. at this point... who cares if he wakes up. not you. his hair is so, so soft – too soft for you to remove it.

your hands suddenly draw back when a tired groan is heard. a groan so soft, perhaps only one of your dear melusines could have heard it. neuvillette mumbles something and turns away from you.

"dearest. isn't it about time to wake up? surely the great chief justice of fontaine would never be seen sleeping in," a teasing lilt fills your voice. your fingers reach to run through his hair again, soothing and quieting any murmurs you hear.

your fleece blanket is pulled off his torso, and neuvillette opts for the coverage of his pillow instead. whatever coverage it could lend to the cold of the room, anyways.

you spot the slightest hint of a smile on your beloved's face as he exhales lightly, mimicking his sleeping position earlier – the smile vanishes as quickly as it appears.

"get up. with the rate you're sleeping in, rufina would have eaten all the croissants on their way here!" you remove the pillow as well. neuvillette's hands make their way up to shield his eyes.

"can't your most beloved get a bit more shut-eye before his work?" neuvillette blinks at you, the smile returning to his features.

"crime and villainy do not have the day off, and so justice must work round the clock as well. isn't that right, chief justice? plus, i'm sure your little melusines miss their papa. it wouldn't do for them to spend so much time away from you," you tease once more, moving from the bed to open the windows.

fresh air fills the room, the petrichor scent of last night's rain – you and neuvillette had been watching a rather emotional film – wafts through the windows as well. fontaine's skies have been painted with a beautiful blue, and the grounds a vivid green. you hear the melodies of birds and the conversations of the swans and ducks from the lake; yes, it's morning once more in fontaine. dawn's light streams in through the windows once more.

"alright, alright – i'm up." neuvillette pretends to grouch, standing up and making his way to your side, wrapping his arms around you. "good morning, my sweet dove."

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[violetlunette]

A Hopeless Wish

Summary: After dealing with his grandson, Malleus returns to the tower.

Sequel to this

Later that night, when the moon was high, Malleus returned to the room, his black robes sweeping across the polished floors.

The moonlight flowed in, bathing the room in white and illuminating all within. With a motion of Malleus' hand, the curtains were pulled aside for the old king.

He took a seat near the top of the bed, though usually he sat at the end. The dragon didn’t look at Silver right away, instead focusing on the blanket. His long, pale fingers smoothed the edges of the sheets his grandchild had messed up. A soft smile crossed his lips.

“I see you met Mallow,” he said to Silver in a quiet tone. “He’s Lily’s and Baulder’s son. Baulder is Sebek’s great-grandson. I told you of their curious engagement long ago, remember…?” Only the faint breaths of a deep slumber met him, as usual. Yet Malleus continued to speak as if doing so could change—something.

“Well. It’s better than when Lily found you. She thought I was keeping a corpse here.” Though, for all intents and purposes, perhaps he was.

Malleus traced the gold bird designs of the blanket, a recent replacement of others over the centuries.

“...Mallow reminds me a lot of Sebek, though he’s a bit more haughty, just like his mother. I’ll admit that’s partly my fault. I spoil him far too much. Hopefully, he’ll grow out of it.” A chuckle slipped between the pale lips. “Don’t let that fool you, however. He’s as soft as a marshmallow. Though he would pout if you told him that…” The laughter echoed around the room before silence fell once more.

A weight fell on Malleus’ shoulders.

For ten thousand years, Malleus came to see the knight, praying for even the slightest change. And yet...

He looked away; his sorrow had long since been past tears. After ten thousand years, what was there left to say?

He told Mallow that he had hope, but in truth, he lost that eons ago. Now all Malleus had was a pitiful wish.

Taking a deep breath through his nose, Malleus looked at the teenager, lost among dreams.

“Silver… Please.” Malleus’ hand moved to the other’s. “Wake up. Please.” Every night, he seemed to plead this. And he wasn’t the only one. He recalled Lilia making the same wish every night before he died, and Sebek as well.

They hung a wish on every star they could find. It hadn't done any good so far.

Malleus could only dream of the past and the boy, but his memories were starting to fade.

He couldn’t remember the boy’s laugh, his small habits, or even his voice anymore. Even Silver's eyes were a distant memory.

Malleus sighed and looked away, watching his shadow in the moonlight.

Thanks to Silver, Malleus lived a good life. His kind lived in peace with humans and beastmen, and he had a beautiful family he adored above all. Without the bravery of his knight, none of that would have happened. That was part of why he kept the other for so long.

But even for a dragon, Malleus was old. And once he was gone, who would care for Silver? Who would be left to remember him?

Would the human be lost to time? Hidden among the thorns and dust till time itself ended? Forgotten by the world?

Malleus reached into his robes and withdrew a long dagger. It glinted in the light with a soft shing.

Malleus’ face was carved from stone as he looked at his reflection in the silver blade.

‘Maybe, after all this time, it’s time to end this.’ It broke his heart to even consider it, but it seemed kinder than the option of leaving him to sleep alone forever.

‘At least then he may be able to meet Lilia and Sebek again.’ The other two spent so long trying to get Silver back. Perhaps, in the other world, they could be reunited at last.

And yet--something stayed his hand.

With a shaky breath, he lowered the blade. He then turned to Silver and reached out with his other hand, brushing the starlit bangs from the closed eyes.

“Silver, I… everything I have is because of you, Lilia, and Sebek,” he said softly, cupping the other’s face as he recalled all he had gained over these long years. “We lived our lives. Now, it’s time to live your life. So, please...Please, Silver. Wake up.”

Wake up.

[curvingsunsets]

If your requests are open still, would you be willing to write a little something for Jamie taking care of a sick reader - I feel like at the beginning of the relationship he’s very “pls be sick somewhere else” but as time goes on he’s such a caretaker

I ADORE your characterization of Jamie so even if you don’t end up writing this (I know how life enjoys making things difficult), then just think of this as a love letter to your writing <3

a little blurb for the boy!! Hope you like it :)

The sound of pounding on your door was the first thing to wake you up that day. The alarm you’d set “magically” never went off, causing you to sleep in way later than you should’ve. You slug yourself out of bed, the feeling of sleep never really leaving your head. Making your way to your front door, you almost wince at how loud and persistent the banging on your door was.

The annoyance was interrupted as you swung the door open, a concerned Jamie revealed to be on the other side. You couldn’t get a single word out before he was flooding you with questions.

“What’s goin’ on? Why haven’t you answered my texts? Why are you soaking wet?”

The last question made you raise your brow. “I’m no-“ the gravel in your voice taking you aback. “I’m not soaking wet. Just woke up in a sweat is all.”

You watch as Jamie takes a very large step backwards, the hood of his sweatshirt now covering his mouth and nose. “Are you sick? Don’t get me sick! We can cancel our date just don’t get me sick!”

“I’m not si-“ you’re cut off by a sneeze. A moment of silence rings between the two of you before you catch his arm, urging him not to go back to his car. “Please stay! I’ve missed you and the thought of lying in my bed alone all day is my worst nightmare right now.”

“We’ve got a game soon! I can’t get sick!”

“You gave a game in three days, Jam! Please stay with me. I’ll let you pick the movie.”

He makes eye contact with you, easily succumbing to your request when he sees your puppy dog eyes. “Right, I‘ll stay. And i love you, but don’t you dare come any closer to me,” he extends his left arm, keeping you as far away as he can while following you inside.

——

The two of you made refuge on the couch, Jamie glued to the opposite end and stealing glances at you from across the room.

“It’s not that bad, you meanie,” you teased.

“Babe,” he started, “my body is a temple. I can’t risk even the slightest bit of illness or i’ll throw off the entire game. You really want Dani to make the winning goal?”

You groaned, falling back into the pillows of the couch. “I couldn’t even get a little kiss?”

He nearly jumped off the couch. “And let you poison my immune system?!”

You sighed, missing the affection your boyfriend would usually shower you in. “Could we at least hold hands?” you pout, extending your palm towards him.

That he couldn’t say no to, and rubbing soothing circles into your knuckles.

——

Time went on, and whatever it was that was slightly bothering you in the morning only got worse. Your voice was almost entirely gone, and you were simultaneously sweating buckets and shivering. The two of you were laid out on the couch after he went out to get some soup.

He came back, fully anticipating to keep away, but when he saw your sleepy face he changed his mind. He looked down at you, bundled up in your fluffiest blanket, a tissue in your sleepy hand. You hadn’t even realized he had come back you were so easily drifting off.

He put the soup down on the coffee table and sat down on the couch next to you. “C’mere, love,” he mumbled, pulling your head into his lap.

You barely knew what was happening since you were so sleepy. Once Jamie started playing with your hair, though, you were out like a light. Your slowed breathing was what made him pause the TV and look down at you with adoration. “If you get me sick, you’ll never hear the end of it,” he placed a sweet kiss to your temple.

[eternalslover]

Avatar sleeping headcanons!

I don't usually post my writing so, sorry if this is bad 😭

Including: Neteyam, Lo'ak, Spider, Jake, Rotxo, Tsu'tey, Ao'nung, Kiri, Tonowari, Tsireya, Neytiri, Tuk and Ronal

Warnings: Mention of bad dreams? Let me know if there are any warnings I should add :)

Neteyam snores not loudly but he still snores

Lo'ak kicks

Spider breathes really loudly like borderline snoring and he sleeps with his limbs just stretched out

Jake snores, sleep talks and kicks (like father like son) he's also a super deep sleeper and can fall asleep anywhere at anytime

Rotxo probably mumbles in his sleep like not full on talks just mumbles

Tsu'tey is probably so fking quiet and still, you have to check his pulse every once in a while and he is the absolute lightest sleeper ever

Ao'nungs tail sometimes sways and will hit you if he's having am exciting dream like if he's swimming or running etc

Kiri talks in her sleep

Tonowari SNORES

Tsireya is probably so wonderful to sleep next to, no snoring, no sleep talking, she moves just enough that's its not annoying but you can see she's alive

Neytiri growls in her sleep and is also a really light sleeper unlike Jake

Tuk can never fall asleep at night, she has to much energy (it was the same for Lo'ak as a kid) but during the day she can fall asleep anywhere everywhere

Ronal is probably a really restless sleeper because yk she's pregnant and all

Jake runs warm when he sleeps while Neytiri runs cold

Spider also runs warm, maybe it's a human thing?

Neteyams ear twitch a bunch in his sleep if he's having a bad dream

Ao'nung is such a bed hog it's so annoying

Neteyam is big spoon, like 100% protective even while sleeping

Same goes for Tsu'tey

Neteyam does nightly check ups right before all of his siblings go to bed to make sure they are there, they are comfortable and to make sure they don't need anything

And when Lo'ak was younger he used to use this to his advantage sending Neteyam to do stupid stuff for him ("get me some water" "actually I don't need water anymore" "is my Ikran ok" etc etc)

Tuk is like Lo'ak and sleep punches and kicks, Jake learned that the hard way

Neytiri definitely has nightmares

Tonowari can sleep through almost anything same for Ao'nung

But for Ronal and Tsireya even the slightest change of wind can make them wake up

Ao'nung used to tell Tsireya stories when they were younger

And Neteyam used to do it with Lo'ak and Tuk until Lo'ak turned all emo and was like "I'm to old for bed time stories 🙄"

But he "secretly" still listens to the stories Neteyam tells Tuk

Neteyam knows he's there but doesn't say anything

Ao'nung sometimes helps Neteyam tell stories to Tuk

Tuk is scared of storms/lighting and will always cuddle up with Jake and Neytiri

Tonowari stays up and cuddles with Ronal all night when she can't sleep because of the baby 

But when she finally is asleep and someone tries to disturb her Tonowari will hiss and growl at them and silently but scarily tell them to leave

Tuk has threatened to bite people who have tried to wake her up before

The first time you sleep next to Tsu'tey he's as stiff as a board, it's not because he doesn't like you, he's just a bit nervous

But he would rather admit to being Jake sullys friend than admit to being nervous sleeping next to you

Omg tonowari is a absolute HEATER

Like if you're sleeping near him you can actually feel the heat radiating off of him

Ofc in the winter it's nice but in the summer it's excruciating

The sullys purr in their sleep when they are having a good dream

But he honestly doesn't even notice it anymore it's only the people who around him that do

Rotxo usually is a pretty deep sleeper except for when reader sleeps next to him

If he sense they are still awake or uncomfortable he is wide awake and right on it "are you to cold? To hot? Need water? Do you need-"

It's honestly quite cute

[undressmewithyoureyes]

Let There Be Light - Fifty

               Darkness. It surrounded you once again, but this time was different. It was peaceful – like a calm shore. You walked around this empty room surrounded by a never-ending void, but you didn’t feel scared. You felt tranquil. The usual rapid beating of your heart wasn’t there like it normally was – it was hollow. You pressed your hand to your chest and felt nothing. No emotions. Nothing.

               Beeping and muffled chatter could be heard in the distance, but there wasn’t any sign of life near you. No imagery that usually plays when you’re in this realm. You stopped breathing for a second to see if you could make out who and what they were saying.

               “Time of death, 9:47pm.”

               Time of death?? The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You freeze where you’re standing and scan the darkness ahead of you. No light. Nothing to illuminate not even the slightest bit of hope.

               “Mr. Riley calm down!”

               You heard what sounded like furniture being rearranged and yelling. Ghost. Panic started to set in once you realized this wasn’t you being trapped in your head, but rather your soul trapped inside your body. You, Harley Traywick were dead.

               “Someone needs to get him out of here!”

               Your breathing picked up and out of curiosity, you slapped yourself in the face to try and wake yourself up from this nightmare. This couldn’t be happening. The baby! Did he make it?! Is he okay?! He’d have to right…since he isn’t here with you?? Or maybe he’s in his own dark void???

               “This is Dr. Garcia requesting immediate forces to remove a hostile individual.”

               You sprinted off in whatever direction you were facing and ran to try and find the end of this place. You listened to the commotion in the other world and not once did you hear the sweet cries of your child.

                “I need her! Let me go!” Hearing those words choke out of him brought you to your knees. It was getting harder to breathe and your chest felt like a ton of bricks were laying on top of you. “Please!” you yell out. “Please bring me back!” You plead out to whoever will listen and hope for a miracle.

               “I can’t lose anyone else!”

               “Theres too much fluid in the baby’s lungs.” You shake your head rapidly from those words. No. He had to be alive. A loud roar caused you to jump, and you knew that Ghost was losing it. You covered your ears so you wouldn’t have to hear the hurt coming from him. It was too much for you to bear.

               “I swear to fucking God, I’m going to ki-“ And just like that, Ghost stopped talking. Your eyes started scanning around you instantaneously thinking you were no longer allowed to hear anything else from the outside world.

               You throw your head back and close your eyes as tears spilled down the side of your face and into your hair, “Please God. Please bring me back. I don’t know what I have done to deserve this, but they don’t deserve to live their lives mourning over me. I’m begging you. Please!” you sobbed out.

               Silence.

               There wasn’t a response. It was just darkness. You couldn’t understand why you were being punished. Was this Hell? Was this because you killed people? You couldn’t comprehend it and for the first time in your life, you just wanted it all to end.

               A small cough perked your ears as the tears streamed down your face followed by the sound of a faint crying. You choked out a cry as a smile appeared on your face. He was alive! The air around you shifted and out of the corner of your eye, you see a small white light. Without any hesitation, you run at full speed towards the light without giving a damn what may be on the other side.

               The light engulfs you and the sudden sting in your lungs causes you to gasp for air. Your back arches as you take in the deepest breath you’ve ever taken, but you couldn’t sit up.

               “Oh my God,” the nurse standing beside you says.

               Your eyes skim over the room and it is completely demolished. You try to sit up, but you look and see your arms are spread out from your side and strapped down. There was this curtain that draped over your chest with blinding lights in the ceiling shining down on you.

               “Simo-“ you call out, but before you could finish his name, he was already at you engulfing you in his arms.

               He removes the straps from your arms, and you immediately wrap your arms around his neck, both of you sobbing into each other. “I thought I had lost you forever,” he says to you with tears streaming down his face and into his mask.

               You couldn’t get any words out of your mouth. The only thing you could do was cry tears of joy. Your prayers had been answered.

               “Unbelievable,” the doctor said out loud. “Nurses, I need bloodwork done on her immediately.” He scans over your face. “How?”

               “A miracle,” you say. It was the only thing that came to your mind. “Where’s my son?” you ask.

               “Mr. and Mrs. Riley,” The other doctor says as the nurses remove the drape from your chest and carefully sit you up. “Your son.”

               You take in a shaky breath as the doctor brings him over to you and places him in your arms. The nurses are watching the monitors and also making sure your vitals are okay. “He’s a fighter for sure,” the doctor tells you.

               You give a warm smile, “Just like his daddy.”

               “Like his mother,” Ghost says before anyone had the chance to.

               “I will leave you two alone. Carrie and Sabrina will be in frequently to check your vitals and to make sure everything is okay,” the doctor tells you as him and the two nurses leave out of the room.

               You cant break your gaze away from the tiny human in your arms. He’s so perfect in every way and the spitting image of Simon Riley. Regardless of what he says, he is definitely a fighter like his dad.

               “Harley,” Ghost says softly as he takes in the sight of you and your son.

               “Hm?” you hum – not breaking your eye contact away from the baby.

               “What happened?” he asks you. You freeze at his question. Too much had gone on within the last several minutes that you hadn’t had time to stop and process what happened. You swallow the lump that was forming in your throat.

               “I-I don’t really know,” you answer honestly.

               Ghost brushes a piece of hair out of your face and places it behind your ear, “What do you remember love?”

               You don’t answer right away but continue to stare at your sons precious sleeping face trying to remember your last thought. “I remember Price saying we have to get to the other base,” you pause trying to remember anything else. “Then I was in the back of an SUV, and you were watching over me.” Another pause. You shake your head as a confused look creeps across your face, “Then…I,” you trail off not knowing if Ghost wanted to hear about what you experienced before you came back into this world.

               “You what?” he asks you.

               “What happened when I…when I died?” You were hesitant to ask, but you also wanted to know.

               Ghost took in a deep breath and stood up tilting his head back looking at the ceiling. “I watched you take your last breath,” his voice deeper than normal but also shaky. “I watched you fucking die Harley.” You knew he wasn’t directing his anger towards you, and you knew it wasn’t your fault, but to hear those words come out of his mouth – to hear him actually say it, shattered your heart.

               “I thought I had lost you for good and then our son,” he trails off trying to gain his composure. “Our son wasn’t going to make it. He didn’t take his first breath until right before you came back.”

               You break your eye contact from looking over your sons face and look over at Ghost. His brown eyes were red where white once was. He was tired and looked like he had been through Hell. Shit, he had, and you felt guilty. You knew there was nothing you could have done, but you hated he had to suffer and add more to his plate than what was already there.

               “I could hear you,” you say in a whisper. His expression is now confused. “I was in this dark place Simon. Like,” you pause. “Like an endless void that had me trapped. It was like my personal Hell. I could hear everything that was going on out here, but I couldn’t do anything. I felt like I was trapped within myself, and I could hear the doctors confirm my time of death and everything else that took place.” You sit up a little more and hold your baby a little tighter. “I heard his cry and then this light came out of nowhere and I ran,” you pause again. “I fucking ran as hard as I could and that’s when I came back to you both.”

               Tears streamed down your face as you watched Ghost throw himself towards you, removing his mask in the process and kissing you deeply. God how you have missed his lips on yours. It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating. You opened your mouth to allow his tongue to slip past your soft lips as he deepened the kiss. His hands cupped the sides of your face and his touch sent electricity down your spine.

               Ghost broke the passionate kiss and pressed his forehead to yours. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

               “Tell you what?” you ask him confused.

               “That you knew he was a boy,” he says as he grabs him out of your arms and cradles him in his.

               “I really wanted you to be surprised and I couldn’t help myself,” you hated not telling him and there were times where you almost did, but you wanted to see the look on his face when he saw he had a son.

               Ghost turns away from you and walks towards the door of the room to look out the window of the door. He reaches towards the front pocket of his pants, “Have you picked out a name?” he asks as he removes his hand and brings it back to the baby.

               “No, I wanted you to pick the name,” you tell him. His back still facing you.

               “Tommy,” he says outright without missing a beat.

               “Okay,” you say with a little confusion. It was like he had been thinking about it since he found out you were pregnant. “Can I ask why?”

               “It was my brother’s name,” he tells you as he bends his head down to place a soft kiss on the baby’s cheek. Your eyes widen a bit. He never really told you anything about his home life, but you remember reading about his brother in his file. “No, we didn’t get along growing up, but with me being in the line of work I’m in, it costed him and his family their life.”

               You could hear the pain in his voice. You nod your head, knowing he couldn’t see you, “Tommy Ghost Riley,” you say as a smile displays across your face. You hear him snort and then turn around and walk towards you.

               “Whatever you want, Mrs. Riley,” he says as he places Tommy back in your arms.

               “Speaking of Mrs. Riley,” you say as the grin on your face stays there, “Did something happen that I don’t remember?”

               “Not yet,” he says with a smirk on his face. His brown eyes stare into your green orbs and then they divert to Tommy.

               Your eyes follow his to your precious miracle and around Tommys fingers is a silver diamond ring. You jerk your head towards Ghost.             

               Ghost lowers himself onto one knee and looking back at you. “You are the most incredible woman I have ever met. You would burn cities for the people you love and that means more to me than you will ever know.” Tears spill out your eyes and down your face. “I have never felt the way I feel whenever I’m with you and now not only have you given me a reason to live,” he says looking at Tommy. “You have given me a reason to want to live and better myself.”

               “Harley LeAnne Traywick,” he continues, “Will you marry me?”

               You wipe the tears away from your face, but it was no use with how fast they were spilling out. Your vision was blurry from the excess liquid around your eyes. You took in a deep breath.

               “Yes.”

[mxlktxa]

im right here, promise

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

pairing; abber anderson x f!reader

c/w; (mentions of) nightmares, language, (mentions of) arguments

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙

I woke up to heavy pants and sobs from the room across from me. I sat up and peeked at the bottom of the door I resided behind, seeing some light reach through from the other door. Abby was up. But why? And what was with the crying?

I creeped out of my sleeping bag on the floor, slipping past my door in order to creak open the door to Abby’s room.

There she sat, head buried in her large hands, rocking back and forth as she weeped. The door soundlessly shut behind me, yet Abby still sensed me.

Her tears ran down her face, pooling up at her chin and dripping down once it was heavy enough. Her eyes red, skin pale, and hands trembling.

“Abby? What’s wrong?” my feet tracked me in front of her, acting on instinct to place her hands on her knees so that I was able to hug her head to my stomach.

I received no answer. Unless you count quiet huffs and groans as one, then perhaps I did receive one. Just one I wasn’t really anticipating.

“I’m right here. Whenever you’re ready, go ahead,” I comfortably whispered to her, now sitting on the bed next to her but still keeping her head against me.

Abby moved herself so her head was on my lap, seeming to instantly calm herself down. Leaning my head over to check on her, she was already glancing at me.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

Abby gave a weak, still an almost unseeable smile. I returned the expression, starting to reach for her braid and undo it.

“I’m sorry,” she started, “about earlier today. Pushing you away like that. I just… I didn’t want to be around anyone or take my anger out on you.”

“And that’s fine. You don’t have to tell me things right then and there.”

“I know but,” Abby huffed, looking away from me now, “you looked so hurt and I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know, Abby. I know. I wasn’t hurt, just worried.”

Her head turned up to me again, now showing a bit of a bigger smile. I giggled, motioning her to sit up and face her back to me. She did what was silently asked to, hair free from her braid and covering most of her back.

“Do you want to braid it back up or do you want a hair tie?”

“Braid it back up. It’s nice when you do it.”

“As you wish,” pushing her hand around, my lips connected with the nape of her neck, separating her hair into three even sections and getting straight to work.

We sat in silence for a bit, with the exception of me humming a lullaby tune as I braided. Abby slightly swayed back and forth but not enough to challenge me. I leaned over a bit, seeing her face contort with some frustration.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“I had a bit of a nightmare too."

"Yeah? Would you like to share?"

"It's the usual honestly. Running into the hospital. Seeing my fathers corpse on the ground. Owen and you trying to block the view," she paused after that, shivering in the slightest, "But this time... You two got shot. Owen was dead right off the bat but you. You were trying to hold out and I was trying to keep you with me," Abby's voice quivered with fear, like she was on the verge of tears again.

"Baby," I hushed her, letting her hair slip between my fingers so I could crawl in front of her, "I'm not dying. I'm not going anywhere. I'm gonna be right here."

Abby looked to me with hopeful eyes, taking my hands to place them on either side of her head. I snickered, places many kisses onto her forehead. Abby gave a little chuckle, hands meeting my waist.

"Braid my hair in the morning?" she asked, pulling me in to hug me closely. I hummed softly, snaking my arms around her, "please? I'll wake up extra early."

"No, no. It's okay. Lay down, Abs. I'll sleep with you tonight."

Abby hurriedly got under the covers, dragging me along with her. I squealed at the action, hiding my face in her chest as she settled the blanket over us and let me rest my head on her chest.

"Promise me you won't go anywhere?" Abby asked more than demanded, hand meeting my cheek to caress it.

"Abs... I'm right here. Promise."

"Good," she sounded so comforted and happy. Abby then encased me in her arms, kissing the top of my head and relaxing.

"Goodnight, angel."

"Goodnight. Abby. Abs. Abigail. Muscle M-"

"Close your eyes and shut your mouth."

"Yes, ma'am."

[vampiremourning]

28-33 and 39 for Kyoraku/OC/Ukitake 👀

targeting me early with this one i see

28. Who’s the better chef? Do they cook for the other?

Okay so if I had to order from best to worst–

Kyouraku is surprisingly good–when he actually does decide to cook. Doesn't happen super often, but he' s comfortable in the kitchen. It's always a drawn-out affair, definitely the type of person who buys Two bottles of wine when the recipe calls for it because one will inevitably disappear during the process. Unfortunately his need to do The Most is what makes this a once-per-month event.

Ukitake is like. Normal-decent in the kitchen. He can put a meal together, usually something on the lighter side. His food is Fine? Like some dishes he knocks out of the park, the rest are pretty average. He cooks more that Kyouraku does, but it's more like 'ah, you're here around dinner time, time to make enough for extra people' vibes. The one thing that keeps him out of the kitchen more than anything would be the days he's not really feeling well enough for it. He's notorious for using a knife once and putting it in the sink before he's done cutting things. Ukitake 'Seven Knives' Jushiro.

Hisae comes in last place. She's extremely confident with breakfast food. Girl can fry an egg like no one's business. In Any Other Setting? Yeah nah. Her problem is less 'bad at cooking' and more like 'gets sidetracked and burns everything to an unholy crisp.' Breakfast foods tend to be made pretty fast so that's how she gets away with it. She's definitely buried a scorched pot or three in her time. Her partners are very sweet and will still offer to try her food even if it turns out poorly, but this is largely because they know she will never actually allow them to do it. She's got potential, but we'll literally never see it. Ironically, she's actually the one who cooks the most, even if it's a rotation of about five dishes.

29. Describe their nighttime routine.

They do all still technically live separately, but there's usually some type of a sleepover happening. Extra tooth brushes all around, etc. But once the menial tasks are done, there tends to be a lot of sitting around & just quietly talking about everything & nothing.

If the weather's good, they like to take it outside and lounge on the porch. Sometimes it's decompressing from a stressful day. Airing of grievances in a safe setting. As nice as he is, I'm sure even Ukitake has encounters during the day that he privately finds grating. Kyouraku is much the same, but he's actually a bit more prone to glossing over these things & has to have it sort of coaxed out of him. Hisae is the most encouraging of these sharing sessions, having less patience for most things ever since she came back from her century-long stint of being missing in Hueco Mundo.

On that note, she's also retained some bad sleeping habits from it. It gets better over time, but she's fought restlessness and alertness that borders on paranoia. As a result, she hasn't really been able to get any real sleep if she tries to do it alone. She sleeps like, and wakes up in a panic at the slightest sounds, wild-eyed and full of adrenaline. She doesn't like how out of it she feels on sleep aids either, since they somehow paradoxically make things worse. What will help is having someone nearby to remind her of where she is and that she's not alone.

Ukitake will sometimes find himself needing more space on the bed due to his illness (occasionally this means an entirely separate mattress), but he's pretty on-it when it comes to sensing her wakefulness. He's a light sleeper himself most of the time, and even if she doesn't intend for it, her suddenly sitting bolt-right up in bed will wake him up. It's fine; the delightful part about carrying your own set of sleeping issues is understanding that it's not something that can be helped. If he's up to it, they'll sometimes take a few minutes to step outside together, maybe making some tea (Kyouraku may or may not join them–he actually gets to sleep properly, lucky bastard). If nothing else, he at least verbally grounds her and reminds her of where she is. Ironically, if he slips into a coughing fit, that snaps her out of the haze almost instantly.

Kyouraku and Hisae don't really play heavy caretaker roles here, since I genuinely don't see him wanting that. There's a difference between asking one of them to grab a towel to help clean up the blood and expecting things that start to cross over into 'things that would be better left to the Fourth Division' territory. He's been doing this for most of his life, and while it's a part of that life, it's not something he wants taking over his relationships in that way.

Physical contact/physical assurance tends to default to Kyouraku. He's a pretty touchy person, and if he had it his way, he'd love to pass out in a tangle of limbs every night. Sometimes this happens, and it's fantastic. Other times, someone is busy, or isn't in the mood to share a bed, so there's a body or two missing from his space. When it comes to Hisae specifically, he's probably fallen asleep as the default big spoon and will catch her stirring before she's even fully sitting up. Again, just grounding her with a hand on her back and some words of reminder or promising that there are other people in the room who will keep an eye on things, it all helps. This man has no trouble falling back asleep, so whether it's trauma from one side of the bed or illness from the other, he's back out within a few minutes after the disruption has passed.

Of course, this is assuming he's already been able to fall asleep that night. He suffers from occasional bouts of insomnia driven by a surprising amount of anxiety for someone who seems otherwise unbothered. Naturally, this isn't something he can hide any more from either Ukitake or Hisae. They've known him since they were students together; his tells are memorized, even if they're almost undetectable to anyone else. He would definitely rather pretend he isn't dealing with his own shit, especially with both his partners having more apparent issues. Unfortunately, he's wound up sharing his bed with two of the most annoyingly perceptive people in Soul Society. They'll team up to either distract him to sleep if there's truly going to be no chance of talking, or they'll hit him with a sort of 'good cop bad cop' routine until he decides to lay the fuck down with them. It's easier to address what might be weighing on his mind in the dark.

30. What are their respective love languages? Do their love languages work well together?

Hisae is a physical touch person before all else. Casually touchy (unless she clocks that it isn't wanted), she's an unconscious cuddler. She's got something like 100+ years of touch-starvation to get caught up on, so even if it's a quick, subtle touch like the brushing of a hand in public, she eats it up. Ironically, she's not as relaxed about the idea of PDA. It's not like she's embarrassed by her relationship in the slightest, and it's definitely not a hangup she has about decorum either. I think she just genuinely feels like some people are too nosey for their own good, and that her affection isn't for them.

Ukitake falls the quality time category. They don't really have to be doing anything special, he just likes to be around his people. He's known them both so long, there's zero expectation to put up any kind of front or force cheerfulness on days he isn't feeling it as much. There's also something to be said for the combined presence of Kyouraku and Hisae creating a weird deterrent for anyone who might feel like surprising him in his office. Neither of them have done anything to cause this, mind you; it just sort of became this unspoken rule.

Kyouraku I think straddles the line between words & touch. He's good with words, absolutely. He's unashamed and it comes naturally to him. But it's also easy to miss the way he keeps most people in his life at arm's length and keeps a small bubble of personal space around all but a very small handful of people. Strikes me as the type of person who doesn't realize that he's become tense from a lack of physical contact until he gets it again and then it's like 'ah, so that was a problem, wasn't it?'

31. Do they often go out on dates? What are these like?

Kind of yes? They like to hang around each other like vultures; it's not unusual to see one or two of them heading to a different division during their lunch break. Despite appearances, though, they're all usually pretty busy (two captains plus whatever spec-ops thing she's working on at the moment, it adds up). Genuine dates don't happen all that often, it's usually more just sharing mealtimes and evenings together.

Of course, there's always the option of going out for meals. Hisae tends to prefer this only if they're going to a place that offers private booths. Not unlike actual celebrities, it's not uncommon for people to simply walk up to the table and strike up a conversation without catching the 'polite dismissal' energy radiating off of it. She might feel differently about this if the people approaching her specifically didn't only seem to want to ask about her horrific experiences as an Arrancar vivisection subject or her time lose in the desert. Sometimes she's the one who shuts these down, but usually she'll allow either Ukitake or Kyouraku to handle it to avoid snapping & causing a scene.

They're all collectively fans of festival attendance. An excuse to dress up and spend an evening milling about, enjoying performances and activities? Excellent idea, and usually something that they're all expected to take time off for anyway. Arranging things like trips to the world of the living were all three of them are able to go at once can be a bit tricky thanks to scheduling, but it's happened before too. Actually, scheduling is probably the biggest downside of dating two people at once who are also captain-class shinigami; someone is always needed for something, and if it's not that, there's usually some crisis that needs attending to.

32. Do either of them drink? If so, who’s the lightweight, and how does their partner care for them?

Yes, yes, and yes.

Hisae's tolerance isn't as good as it used to be thanks to an involuntary century long detox and that places her last on the list, but overall, no one is terrible with drinking. Kyouraku tends to be the most functional for the longest. He plays GPS when they're been out and need to make it home, because he'll get there reliably. Perhaps not at any pace considered efficient, but he'll find his way.

We've all seen how he gets after a few drinks, and that doesn't really change up at all. Generally not a good idea to have more than a couple if he's already feeling morose, though. His ability to hide it gets sloppier, and he just gets uncharacteristically quiet. Ukitake usually becomes more relaxed, a little bit more forward and honest. Possibly accidentally a little too honest, but he's good-natured enough that this has somehow never caused any problems. Hisae tends to go up a bit in volume, and everything is funnier than it should be. She does get more sensitive to people's emotions, though, and sort of exists at that heightened state for at least a couple hours. She won't tear up because she's sad, but she will if someone else does. Just let her ride it out; she'll be fine. If she's really feeling it though, she'll probably try to velcro herself to one of her partners. Grounding and distracting, it's a win-win.

33. How do they flirt? Who’s the worse flirt?

Well, we all know Kyouraku cannot open his mouth without sounding like he's flirting, so there's that. It's corny to the point it loops back around to being smooth. Of course, that's the less serious version of the act. He's deviously catalogued everything that gets under their skin and drives them up the wall with anticipation. He'll pull something like that during the day, either promising to act on itself later on, or he's angling for a punishment himself. He can't help himself, really, not when he's faced with the two most gorgeous creatures in Soul Society. If anything, it's their fault he's so distracted all the time, and shouldn't they take pity on him do something about that, wink wink? He's heavy on the compliments all the time, but there's this shift in his eyes when he actually means it.

Ukitake will absolutely also weaponize his charm, but he's not as overt about it. We've all seen the way his smile will send people blushing and stammering, and he'll play ignorant about his effect on people. His favourite game to play is to slip something into casual conversation, a low-toned suggestive remark paired with a quick appreciative leer that no one else would have noticed. He'll drop in on them at work, acting like he needs to look over their shoulder at the paperwork on their desk only to whisper something in their ear on his way down. He likes to wind them up in situations where absolutely nothing can be done about it. He'd rather be the one orchestrating a situation and setting the scene.

Hisae also likes the subtleties, but unlike Ukitake who keeps things suggestive just to let their imaginations run wild, she'll just sit there and state exactly what she's thinking. They're not getting just the idea of a fantasy whispered in their ear, she's describing exactly how and when she wants to test the fortitude of the office furniture. She also stays pretty touchy, which is funny when you remember the general aversion to PDA. She'll fix a stray hair, or adjust a collar so there's an excuse for her to touch their neck, things like that. It's all extremely deliberate, you really don't have to guess at what she's wanting here. She's also fond of putting herself in deliberately provocative positions while doing unrelated tasks. She knows her body well, and knows damn well she doesn't need to bend over like that to pick up a box from the bottom shelf.

If you're sensing a theme here, it's important that you understand that in spite of everything, these three are extremely romantically horny for each other. Flirting is typically done with intent.

39. When and how did they admit that they loved each other? If they haven’t yet, why?

Funny enough, it's not a word that actually gets spoken too often. There's a lot of unspoken communication that happens with these three, the kind that would only occur after several centuries of being with each other. Acts of service isn't explicitly anyone's love language, because that's just how they function at this point.

The first time it was admitted was actually the night they decided to try getting together. It was before anyone had been promoted significantly, not long after they'd left the academy. Hisae was the one to suggest it over drinks at someone's home, saying something to the effect of having overheard some people speculating on the improper nature of their friendship, but even if they were correct, would it actually be so bad? After all, she loved them both, could see herself loving them both even more, would it be the worst thing in the world to maybe try it & see what happens? This was followed by some laughter and–surprisingly–an easy agreement and acknowledgement of affection all around. They'd try it, see how things went, and yes, they did in fact end up having sex on the porch that night (thank god she decided to date two men from nobility who had access to the sort of yards where you could get away with that sort of thing). And that's just been how they've gone on ever since.

& finally, as a bonus, here's the woman of the hour herself:

[chesters-ocs]

I humbly request more Butcher and Alexandria interactions, please and thank you. I do love her basically adopting him.

Maybe he has a really close call while protecting Charlie and it's enough for Alexandria to worry like a lot about him?

oh, she's not the one adopting him. he adopted *her* as his mother first. :)

also curse you for making me reread older works just so i dont accidentally write the same thing twice /lh

wc: tba

Last thing he heard before getting unceremoniously whacked over the head with a bat was the yelling of another guardsman accompanying him.

Consciousness is fleeting.

One moment he's on pavement in a steadily increasing pool of his own blood.

The next he's in the backseat of a bulletproof SUV as his charge sped down the highway, feeling something press into his head uncomfortably, as well as a searing pain somewhere, where there was none prior. Likely a bullet hole or three. Again.

And finally he's in an overly familiar office which he could navigate with his eyes closed. The woman in charge is nowhere to be seen, but judging by how the lights are still on, she'll likely return soon.

It's a miracle his skull didn't crack open from the hit, nor the way he crumpled on the pavement.

As is the fact that Vincent let that poor sucker accompanying Butcher live another damn day once the news reached him. If anything, it served to reinforce how he can barely trust anyone to look out for his boy.

Any attempts to move are thwarted by the belts constricting his arms and legs. Great. She knew he'd try to get up and strapped him down like some kind of experiment.

Even in this barely-awake state, he manages to get lightheaded from the slightest bit of movement of his head, and opts to close his eyes for a few seconds.

The next time they open is hours later.

Everything's black. There's a blindfold wrapped around his eyes. The doctor likely predicted the light won't do any good for his migraine.

Still, he tries his luck and calls out.

"Ma?" his voice is rough, like sandpaper. The dry throat did little to help his case and he forced down a coughing fit.

There's no reeponse.

He tries again.

"Mama, you there?"

No response.

He lets the unease lull him back to sleep.

His eyes snap open at the sharp, prodding pain, and were he not still strapped to the bed, he would have lunged forwards to grab whoever was touching him.

Unimpressed, Alexandria just keeps changing the bandages where the new stitches lie.

"Took you long enough," she grumbled, "You're usually conscious sooner. Maybe your body is trying to tell you to stop being a fool."

The snide comment goes ignored by her surrogate son.

"Mam?" he asks quietly after blinking away sleep.

"Mm?"

"Can I get some water?"

"... Yeah. Of course," Alexandria says, softening immensely at such a simple request by a man in no shape to move.

Quick work is made at undoing the medical restrains, and a half liter bottle is handed his way.

"Mind the wires," she orders gently, "And drink slowly!"

The caring tone draws a nod from the wounded man, accompanied by a soft hum.

He holds onto the half-empty bottle, letting it stay in the bed.

"Adam," she starts, rubbing her eyes, messing up her glasses on the process.

The way he looks at her is more than enough of an indicator that he's listening.

"It's been a week. Give or take."

His breath hitches for a moment.

"I wasn't sure you'd wake up. A head injury like that is nothing to laugh about," she continues.

"And as both a doctor and as someone who loves you... Adam, baby, you have gotta stop doing this! You're lucky your skull didn't crack. You're lucky to walk away with just a bad concussion. Not to mention the bullets just barely missing vitals!"

Adam remains silent.

"There will be a time you don't wake up. What do you want me to do then? Because like it or not, there's people who care about you. People waiting for you at home."

She draws a shaky breath.

"Rest. Just stay in bed. And for your sake and mine, think about what I said."

[autumntouched]

Pt II, Phoenix's POV

The next time it happens, she's not alone

It’s still dark when Natasha wakes up. For a moment, she’s disoriented by the weight blanketing her until she realizes it’s Hangman. She sleeps hot, but he’s a furnace, and it was cool enough when they drifted off that she didn’t think to turn on the air conditioning.

She moves her arm first to see whether he’s a light sleeper. When his breathing doesn’t change, she ducks out of his hold as smoothly and quickly as she can and feels her way to the thermostat. The air kicks on, a little loud, but he doesn’t move. Phoenix creeps back to the bed and stops short when she finds him watching her through half lowered eyelids. 

“I thought you were sneaking out,” he mumbles. 

“I was burning up,” she whispers before she realizes that’s pointless now that he’s awake. Well, not entirely pointless. Her eyes have adjusted enough to the dark to see his smile, and it’s not his usual taunting or roguish grin. This one is soft, sweet, a little bit vulnerable, and she follows through on her temptation to kiss it when she crawls into the bed. Hangman’s sure fingertips delicately trace the line of her spine, bowing her toward him.  

When she’s pressed into his chest, his arms close around her, and he rolls her on top of him. The way he’s kissing her back, she suspects that he was awake longer than she thought. His growing erection nudges at her thigh, and the moan deep in his chest vibrates through her when she responds with the slightest pressure. 

Every touch, moan, and gasp confesses how long and hard they’ve each fought this. Natasha shivers from the quickly cooling air and Hangman’s hand sliding down the back of her leg to hook it along his side. He drags his lips from hers. 

“Here.” He maneuvers her farther up so he can free the sheet from between them and drape it over her shoulders. She’s left straddling him skin to skin, savoring how sturdy he feels beneath her and the slight strain in her thighs to accommodate the span of his torso. Natasha takes in the rise and fall of his chest, the pronounced curves of his pecs dotted with hardened nipples. Tentatively, she touches the pad of her finger to one. Encouraged by the way his abs hollow at the contact, she sucks two of her fingers then circles it more deliberately. He hisses, his hips lifting in response. 

Before she can follow through on the invitation, Hangman intercepts her. He levers himself up enough to take one of her nipples in his mouth, humming hungrily at the contact. Natasha drops her head at the strength of his grip on her hip while his fingers match the pressure and teasing of his lips, tongue, and teeth on her other nipple. Arousal lances through her, electrifying every nerve into its own consciousness so his touch is concentrated and everywhere all at once. She’s never done drugs, but she begins to understand what people mean by chasing a high. Any thought except wanting more of him, of this, seems so far out of reach. 

His moans compete with hers, their hands on one another learning to press different buttons than the jabs they’ve thrown at one another since training. 

The demanding, molten ache between her legs grows with the hardness of his dick against her ass. Hangman has the kind of bravado that takes the surprise out of his size, so Natasha didn’t have too much trouble disguising that she was nonetheless impressed. What did fully surprise her was that he didn’t fly on size alone. She’s learning there are plenty of ways she wants his mouth to drive her crazy, as it is now, and just the memory of the friction of his strokes and the way his hard climax dislodged something at her very core has her reaching back to take his dick in hand.

“Let me get a condom,” he offers, the words skittering over her breast and making her gasp. 

“Do you need it?” she checks. “Are you positive for anything?”

“No.” He uses the opportunity to move to her other nipple. The contrast between the fading heat of his mouth and the cold air are probably scrambling her judgment, but she doesn’t care. After he left her in the med bay, Natasha found a female nurse willing to check her birth control to make sure it was still in place after the mission. Just in case things ended up here. “Then I’m okay without it, if you are,” she promises. 

Hangman pauses, letting her breast fall from his mouth. Before she can protest, he kisses his way up to her collarbone, then slides a hand into her hair to pull her to him. “You sure, Natasha? You’re covered? Because I don’t mind…”

The way he says her name feels so intimate that it terrifies her how much she enjoys it. “You’re supposed to be fucking me right now, Hangman, not trying to make me fall in love with you.”

She wants to take back the joke before it’s out of her mouth because they haven’t exactly figured out what this is and what any of these feelings are. 

To her relief Hangman laughs. “I didn’t realize you were so easy, Natasha Trace.” 

“At least for tonight,” she goes along, still a little unsteady from so carelessly dropping the four letter word anywhere near Jake Seresin. “But thank you for double checking.” 

“I’m a man of my word,” he winks, “I don’t want to mess this up.” Natasha cups his face and kisses him so she doesn’t have to think about the flurry of butterflies the gesture sets off in her stomach. 

The thing about imagining how someone kisses is that it’s always an imitation of someone else’s kiss, a memory of something known and liked. But this? Actually kissing Hangman finally? It’s as exhilarating as doing her damndest to outfly him, when the only way to possibly win is to give way to her intuition. Natasha has been kissed well in her life but never like this. He puts his whole body into it, challenging her to meet his strength, daring her to let it overwhelm her, and cradling her until she trusts him enough to surrender. 

And he listens to her in a way she’s never known him to. Not only to what she says aloud but to every clue her body offers him. At a shift of her hips, he draws her closer. A tremor in response to his hand skating over her ribs slows his ascent until the weight of his touch is imprinted on her side. His mouth effortlessly matches the tempo of her kisses, their lips and tongues torquing the heat of their desire for each other. 

She reaches back to run light fingers along the seam of his balls. He jerks beneath her, knees knocking into the back of her arms. Natasha thrills at finding him so velvety hard, his tip dripping along her backside. Slipping the hold of his mouth, she kisses the jawline she’s spent as much time secretly ogling as she has avoiding the flashes of keen interest in his green eyes. Reaching the shell of his ear, she laughs softly, having noticed earlier that his abs tighten at the proximity of her voice. Sure enough, they clench beneath her palm. 

“Do you want me to blow you now or save that for your wake up call?” 

A strangled noise punches out of his chest. “What was that you said?” he pants. “You’re supposed to be fucking me right now, Phoenix, not trying to make me fall in love with you.” 

She nips playfully at his shoulder. “What did I say about Phoenix?” 

He groans her name in reply when she teases his weeping tip with the edge of her thumb, circling his precome over his head and along his shaft, her hand slicker and slicker with it. His mouth ravages her chest and neck, tripping the switch to her brain as the constellation of her thrumming nerves takes over, echoing every touch, squeeze, and nip through her whole being. 

Overwhelmed by the ache of wanting him inside her, she surges up and lowers herself onto his dick. Or at least its head. He’s large enough that she has to take the rest more slowly. She rocks her hips to ease him into her until the fullness is almost too much. Hangman’s head falls back. 

“Holy shit, Nat,” he says hoarsely, voice shot. And normally, she can’t stand that nickname but she likes that it’s something that she can leave here, a secret between them. She clenches around him, to see what it does, and both of them get more wet when he grunts and lifts into her. Flashes of blue spark behind her eyes. 

She wants to tell him how much she loves feeling so stretched and full when he’s inside her, but her brain checks in long enough to make her worry that it's too much, too soon. “You feel so good,” she breathes instead. 

He lays back so she can brace herself on his chest as she rides him, his dick hitting so deep that she can feel it in her chest. Natasha has to grit her teeth against the volume of the noises trying to escape her mouth. 

“Anyone ever tell you that you have the most perfect boobs,” he whispers loudly. 

Embarrassed by the gratification that comes from the observation, and the way he is staring and fondling them, Natasha laughs haphazardly. “Funny enough, yes. The woman who fitted me for my flight suit said the same thing.” 

“Always got jokes,” he pants, lifting her hair out of the way so he can pull her back down into a kiss. How is she supposed to roll her eyes at his mouth after this, when she knows what it’s capable of doing to her? 

His arm between them is muscled and sturdy, his fingers as assured working her clit as they are his plane. Some guys have made her feel too loud, too vocal, but Hangman basks in every sound that falls from her lips. 

As if sensing how close she is, he tangles his fingers in her hair and pulls her ear to his lips. “That’s it, Nat. That’s my girl,” he encourages. 

She can’t believe what those words do to her, turning her inside out. Her thighs and abs burn from the effort of riding him, but she doesn’t want to stop, submerging herself in a darkness entirely consumed by him. 

Natasha cries out when his hips and fingers force her over the edge. Her arms give way, and she collapses into him. He flips them, holding her under him as he thrusts through the shuddering waves of her orgasm to his own release. She loves the sounds of him coming undone, his choked gasps and cut off moans, his unself-conscious loss of rhythm and sense before the heat of his cum surges inside her and the hot friction and hard pulse of his dick tumble her into another climax. Her fingers dig into the hard muscle of his back against the force of this one to undo her as she shakes through its throes.

Hangman kisses her down, so gentle and tender that her heart has trouble catching its rhythm. The exertion has left them sticky, their panting breaths competing to be heard over the thunder of their pulses. He tries to shift some of his weight off of her, but she catches him and holds him in place. He noses through her hair while he softens inside her. 

“Hey,” he murmurs. 

“Yeah?” She touches his face in answer to the unexpected shyness in his voice. He kisses the inside of her wrist. 

“May I turn on the light? I need to see what I’m doing so I don’t mess up the bed.” 

Natasha stops drifting toward sleep as her brain slowly catches up to the moment. Right, she’d told him to go ahead without a condom. “Go for it.” 

Light flares over them, and Hangman does his best to shield her to make the transition less painful. While her eyes are still adjusting, he pulls out of her and moves efficiently to use his tank to clean them up. He comes back from the bathroom with a hot washcloth so she can wash up enough to get to the bathroom herself. 

He’s straightened out the sheets and covers and picked up the rest of their clothes from the floor by the time she gets back. 

“I think we have another hour and a half or two before we have to be up,” Hangman leads, uncharacteristically uncertain. “If you’d rather sleep in your own bed…” 

For a moment, she considers making her escape now rather than getting caught sneaking out later before the thought settles heavy weight in her stomach. “I don’t mind staying,” she says.

Relief washes over his face before he can hide it behind a roguish grin. She crawls back into the bed before he turns off the lights again and climbs in beside her. 

“Natasha?” he asks, reaching out for her in the dark. His hand finds her shoulder and slowly slides up to cradle her cheek. He leans in, his lips just missing hers and landing under the curve of her bottom lip. He kisses his way up to her mouth. This kiss is soft and slow, not intended to start anything. 

“Yeah?” she says when his lips still. 

“Good night,” he whispers against her mouth. 

Her heart hammers a warning that this may be going somewhere she isn’t prepared for it to go, and this time, she has to fight the urge to take her things and run. In the light of day, all the reasons this won’t work will be clear again. For now, maybe it’s okay to have just this. 

“Good night, Jake.”

Fic ask continuation of your Every Time It Comes Around 👀

Hannix first time 🌶️🌶️ (smut) on the carrier or back at base, Jake calling Nat his girl/his baby for the first time and unable to keep his hands off her 😍

Haha wow! This is my first non Hannix Football Rivalry ask 😂

Nat probably pretends to be annoyed the first time or two he calls her his girl/his baby—she doesn’t want him to get too comfortable too fast—but she secretly adores it

I have a little bit of a queue but the good news is, my project deadline is this Friday. I can’t wait to get back to writing 😊

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A Worshiper of Magic (For a Date) Part 2

Wednesday Addams x male!witch!reader

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

Warning: Passing out, my god awful music taste at the beginning of every fic

Words: 1,338

Summary: Wednesday has a vision in your room, once she wakes up she realizes that she needs to have a little conversation with her roommate.

(A/n: This was originally longer but I split it in half so it didn’t seem too chaotic or feel like an information overload.)

This was all kinds of strange. You figured Wednesday was psychic, she lived in Ophelia hall after all, but you really didn't expect her to suddenly have a vision in your room (as though you hadn't passed out in hers). The moment you saw her knees buckle you leaped after her, catching her a moment before she hit the ground, a sharp pain shooting through your chest as you picked her up. Carrying and dropping her down on your bed, just as she’d done you.

She’ll wake up when the vision is over, or at least she should. You watched her for a second, then with a sigh, walked over to your desk again, pulling out a second teacup for her from one of the drawers. You set it down and filled it with the same tea you'd been drinking.

She woke up 6 minutes later, you wouldn't even have noticed with how quiet she was, if it weren't for you seeing her sit up stiffly out of the corner of your eye, she probably would have scared the shit out of you.

“Hey,” you said, grabbing the teacup from before and walking over to her, “You passed out a little bit.”

She looked up at you, completely unamused, then took the teacup from your hands, seemingly unaffected by the heat coming from the streaming cup.

“What's in it?”

“Ash-leaved willow and a bit of doremaze.”

She hummed before taking a sip.

“Shame, I would have enjoyed a bit of belladonna.”

You laughed, “Yeah, I’m not taking those murder charges..”

“Not necessarily, I've developed immunity to them, one or two wouldn't hurt me”

She finished her tea and stood, handing you the cup.

“I'll remember that next time..”

She didn't say a word as she walked past you, but you swear you could see her watching you from the corner of her eye as she passed.

She hesitated to touch the doorknob again, but she did, and nothing happened.

“Thank you, y/n, we should do this again..”

And then she was gone.

Wednesday walked into her dorm, a rain cloud practically visible above her head, more so than usual.

Enid, who was sitting on her bed with Thing, looked up with a smile, then noticed Wednesday’s decrepit demeanor and her face dropped to one of concern.

“Wednesday, what's wrong?”

Hopping up, Enid walked over to Wednesday and dragged her over to her bed, making her sit down on the flurry of brightly colored blankets and pillows.

“You are self-proclaimed my best friend, right?”

Enid had to stop herself from smiling.

“Yes,” she said, but it came out with the slightest of squeals.

“And that means if I confide in you, you aren't allowed to tell anyone?”

“Yeah, yes, of course.”

“Good, I need your advice on something.”

That's a first, but after Enid called her out a few weeks ago Wednesday has been acting more ‘friendly’ (in her own way).

“I was returning Y/n’s tie when I had a vision. It was… different from my other ones. So far they've all been about the murders, but this one wasn't.”

She stopped, an expression that Enid had learned to read as frustration on Wednesday's face.

“Oh..good different or bad different?”

Wednesday paused, thinking for a moment.

“I don't know.”

The vision was strikingly similar to real life. The same mild afternoon light shining through your window, the same overt silence that enveloped your room, the same two tea cups sitting on your desk. The only difference, which became so unmistakably clear to her, was you.

You weren't standing by the bed as you were when she attempted to leave, you weren't dressed in the school uniform, and you weren't holding onto a bloodied tie.

No, now you were standing barely a foot away from her, you wore a pair of black and white plaid pajama pants and a tired look on your face you arns wrapped loosely around her.

She turned away from you, taking a moment to think. You took that moment to lower yourself to lay your head on hers.

“No class today..” you mumbled in a slightly grumbly voice, your tiredness still evident in it, “..stay with me.”

Wednesday doesn't get flustered, it doesn't happen, but your words and proximity made her feel something akin to it. She pushed down this new feeling, instead she tried to focus on what this meant, she wouldn't be being shown this if it wasn't important in some way.

You pull her back, closer to you, and her hand slips from the doorknob.

She didn't move when you pressed a kiss on the top of her head, then onto her cheek. Her little, black heart almost skipped a beat at the display. Almost instinctively, her hands found yours and you intertwined them.

After being silent for an inappropriate amount of time, she answered you.

“Fine..”

She could practically feel you beaming. Unexpectedly, your arms tightened around her waist and her feet were off the ground a second later.

Wednesday didn't like being carried, but this felt…fine.

A minute later you were both sitting on your bed together, you’d become occupied with a spell book, and the book she held, the book you'd handed her, was a murder mystery novel from the 1800s. She'd heard of it before, but it was a rare book, having been burned for its crudeness and blatant anti-authoritarian themes, and she had never been able to get her hands on it.

Now, well, in the future, she had it, and based on the distinctive black book mark sticking out of the top, she’s already read most of it.

She opens the first page, and there's a little white card inside with dark writing on it.

‘Te Amo - Y/n’

She glanced up at you, still reading your own book, and something that should have been obvious from the start finally sunk in. You were… dating, you and her, for how long she doesn’t know but if you're finding rare books and telling her that you love her, it must have been for a while.

She couldn’t help but admit to herself how nice this would be. A calm day in with the person who, apparently, loves her.

She didn’t consider herself a romantic person, she didn’t usually enjoy the concept of being in a relationship. But this felt comfortable in a way that made her want to recoil from this vision entirely. Glancing down at the book, then back at you, she opened her mouth to say something, anything-

And then she woke up.

Almost in the exact same place as where she just was. Forcing herself to sit up she look across the room and saw you, and you saw her two, bringing a steaming tea cup over with a small smile and a joke. A short conversation later she left. Even though, deep down, she wanted to stay just a bit longer.

And now Enid sat in front of her, mouth agape but the edges of her lips curled into a smile.

“Wednesday!” she squealed.

Her love-obsessed roommate hugged her, squeezing her in her excited embrace.

When Wednesday was able to pull back she said, “I feel like I'm going to throw up..”

“You're just nervous. I mean, most people don't get to see a future where they have a loving boyfriend.”

Wednesday scowled, “He's not my boyfriend, it was just a vision, doesn't mean it will come true.”

Enid gave her a look.

“Do you want it to come true? I mean he's cute, and he's a witch and that seems right up your alley.” she said with a smile, “Aww, you two can have little seance dates and summon the dead together, how cute!”

Despite how nice a seance sounded, Wednesday shrugged her off.

“I have work to do,” she stood from Enid’s bed, but turned to face her for a second, “you tell anyone about this, and I'll sew your mouth shut.”

Enid just grinned at her.

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Tender Mornings - Jotaro x Reader

♡ Requested by @kazenomegaminowanpisu ♡

Word count: 1.5k+

With the feeling of the plush sensation of the sheets covering your bared skin, alongside the gentle chirrups of the songbirds in tune with the faint crash of sea waves, you stirred as you made yourself comfortable on the fluffed pillows under your head. An inaudible grunt left you as your body made the tiniest movement to stretch from where you lay on the bed.

A couple seconds passed and you slowly opened your eyes, your misty vision gradually clearing until you saw the light of your life- your husband still in deep sleep, his hair a cute mess of curls, and his torso shirtless, basking in the warm amber glow of the dawn outside the window.

You huffed an affectionate giggle, a patch of warmth blossoming on your cheeks as you slowly traced featherlight touches up the arm holding your waist, to the shoulder bearing the star mark of his family, up the column of his neck, his defined jawline, until you reached his face.

It was one of the seldom instances where you woke up earlier than him, one of his rare lazy days as you called it where work was the least of his worries, and in moments like this, you were grateful. You got to watch him in one of his more peaceful, vulnerable sides that you adored so much.

The furrowed brows, the small lashes of his eyes, the natural pinkish tint to his lips, the subtle beginnings of stubble growing.  

You couldn’t help but remained affixed at his masculine beauty and how you always thought to yourself how lucky you were to be able to marry him. With the slightest movements, you cupped his cheek, letting your thumb caress his skin.

Your gaze flitted to his lips and in turn made you bit yours. You nudged closer without looking away until your silk-covered chest pressed against his firm pectorals. The minor adjustment caused him to elicit a quiet hum, prompting his arm to pull you closer to him and for his entire form to curl a bit around you.

Clingy today, are we? You smiled to yourself and nuzzled your nose against his neck, breathing in the faint smell of body wash and thriving in the sound of his faint breaths.

Unable to hold yourself any longer, you tilted your head a bit and leaned forward to plant a chaste kiss on his lips, and as if in response, Jotaro grumbled in the midst of him waking up and only until he opened one eye did his morning grumble turn into a low purr.

You clung onto him with one arm wrapped around his torso and leg tossed above his under the sheets. “Good morning~,” you singsonged with a croaked voice, still in the process of waking up.

Jotaro continued to hold you close to him as he pressed his nose on the crown of your head, speaking back with an equally raspy voice. “… Morning.”

You withdrew a few inches away for you to fully take in your spouse’s face again now that he was awake. You took in the mess of dark hair covering his usually exposed forehead and the vigilant eyes gazing at you with fondness, shining aquamarine irises holding eye contact with yours.

You sighed, pressing your forehead close to his. “Did you sleep well?”

“I- “

“And you better not lie to me love.” You were keenly aware of the seldom occurrences of his nightmares coming back to haunt him, and how those episodic segments were worse during the initial years of your marriage. Nowadays, you thanked whatever deity was out there that his nightly terrors gradually faded away.

Though you couldn’t be too sure when you knew your husband preferred to hide his fears as to not worry you, but as you watched him now, there were no traces of his past resurfacing throughout the night. A hand came to brush the stray hair off your eyes, clipping them behind your ear. “I slept well and I mean it.”

“Good,” you mumbled, nuzzling his nose with yours. “It’s always good when you get proper sleep. Did you dream nice things instead?”

Jotaro closed his eyes and nodded once, a faint pink blooming on his cheeks. “Just you and me by the sea… nothing special.”

“Yah,” you quietly retorted, playfully tapping his shoulder with lips pouting in disagreement. “Us together is always special no matter the situation, remember?”

He chuckled, his hand reaching for yours to hold. You sighed at the cool touch of his wedding ring on your skin. “Of course.”

“What did we do exactly in this little dream of yours?” You asked, mindlessly tracing your finger around his chest. “Cheesy running together on the sand? Splashing water at each other? Or another out-of-character-esque scene I forgot to mention?”

His eyes left yours for a moment, opting to gaze elsewhere with that almost bashful look in his demeanor that you never got to see when out the comforts of home. “It was sunset. We were just… sitting on the sand… watching the sun go down.”

You burrowed closer to him, humming at times to let him know you were fully listening. In turn, Jotaro kept a firm hold around your waist, locking you in his soft embrace. “Mm… and then I stopped looking at the horizon to stare at you instead.”

You pulled back by an inch or two to look up at him with a sleepy yet cheeky smile. “Mhm?”

He huffed and cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing the skin with the same touch you did minutes ago. “I couldn’t give a shit about the sun anymore and felt like… it was an appropriate time to…” His hooded eyes moved with the downward movement of his thumb until it touched your plush lips.

You couldn’t help but breathe out a tiny- just the tiniest of moans- as Jotaro caressed your lower lip while he had an almost hungry glint peeking through his stoic persona. Your hands curled into small fists against his broad chest, thighs tightening in an attempt to control yourself.

All of a sudden, you were hyperaware over the fact that you were dressed in only a flimsy silk nightgown. An easy access for when your husband wanted to ravish you.

His voice dropped into a whisper, leaning forward. “You can guess what happens next…” He inched his way closer to your face until you felt his lips graze yours, and you just wanted to close the remaining gap. So, you-

“Eomma? Appa?”

In an instant, you both drew back from one another in one swift motion, face fuming and still bearing traces of a nice sleep. Putting yourself together with awkward coughing, the pitter-patter of footsteps drew near with each second. The door to your shared room creaked open.

Standing under the doorframe was your 3-year-old daughter Jolyne, as sleepy as you both were- her dark hair sticking out in places, cheeks rosy and puffy, her butterfly-themed pajamas crumpled, and a faded blue dolphin plushie in her grasp with its beak touching the floor.

“Hi baby pearl~” You cooed and opened your arms, prompting the child to waddle forward while her chubby hand rubbed her eye. As soon as she stood beside the bed with outstretched grabby hands, you lifted her off the floor and settled her on your lap. “Had a nightmare?”

She puckered her lip and snuggled close to you, seeking your warmth. “Wake early,” she mumbled. “Sleepy…” You hummed as a response and hugged her close to you, swaying gently.

“I told you to hold that movie viewing for another night,” Jotaro muttered beside you, to which you retorted with a quip of your own.

“And who watched Littlest Pet Shop with Jolyne after you said that minutes prior while I was busy finishing paperwork?”

“Appa...,” Jolyne mumbled, making you smile smugly at his direction.

Jotaro scoffed in denial despite being the man that had his little girl on his lap that night with tiny pigtails done on his hair. “Oi.”

Your daughter whined in your hold, squirming as she reached out to her father. The latter sighed and grabbed hold of Jolyne, settling her in the middle of you two instead. Instinctively, she curled herself against Jotaro’s body, letting out a small sound of contentment.

In that moment, Jotaro could have melted right then and there from how lax he became from the gesture. You decided to join the duo and scooted closer to drape your arm over your daughter and husband.

“Let’s just go back to sleep,” you said with already-closed eyes and puffed cheek. “Sound good?”

For a split second, you thought your husband went on did exactly that ahead of you, but you let out one “oh!” when Jotaro pulled you and Jolyne closer to him with one move of his arm, eliciting a giggle from the child smushed in the middle.

“A great idea,” he simply said, his speech slowing down into a sleepy half-grumble. “Don’t want to think about work right now...”

You huffed, stretching yourself over to kiss Jotaro on the forehead, adoring the quiet purr that left his throat, before returning to your spot and closing your eyes after them. “Sleep well my babies.”

Jotaro scoffed. “Mn… not… baby…”

You smiled as your consciousness slipped away. “Sure, you’re not love.”