#they just have some really beautiful moments together

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Can I see your d*ck? (drabble)

pairing: lee felix x afab!reader

synopsis: you're lounging on your bed with your best friend peacefully until an intrusive thought wins over.

wc: 1.0k

warnings: lots of dirty talk, making out, fingering

a/n: idk what this is, i feel unhinged and not inspired to write today so this might suck but thanks @jazz-the-writer 😏💜 (side not: y'all his hands might be small by some standard that i'm not aware of but to me they're big cause i am small and that is hot, mkay)

Your best friend is leaning on your pillow looking all pretty and alluring and you can't help your thoughts.

Or your mouth.

"Can I see your dick?" it rolls off your tongue kind of accidentally. Felix coughs, choking on air as he looks up from his phone.

"Excuse me?" he looks at you in disbelief and your cheeks warm up.

"Your dick. I want to see it."

You can't really back out now.

"Um... you can't just ask stuff like that?" his eyebrow is raised, but his cheeks become rosy too.

"Why not? Do I need to get you drunk first?" you smirk.

"N-no, just... Why would you ask that?" he chuckles nervously.

"Well, I've never seen one. Not in real life, at least." you say and he smirks suddenly.

"Where else have you seen a dick?" he sits up and so do you.

"Porn, duh." you roll your eyes.

"What kind of porn?" he leans in closer and you whine, rolling your eyes again.

"Don't change the subject! Will you let me see it?"

"No, I will not show you my dick, y/n. Be for real." he laughs, shoving you playfully.

"You're totally not fun." you pout, crossing your arms over your chest.

Felix smirks to himself as he looks away from you. His heart hammers against his ribs as he bites on his lip and considers teasing you.

"How about this?" he turns around to look at you again. "I wanna see yours too."

"Hate to disappoint you Lixie but I don't have a dick." you joke and his face becomes as red as a tomato.

"I meant your... you know." he looks away.

"My what? Say it." you lean in closer and he visibly shivers.

"Y-your... pussy?" he whispers and you laugh.

"Okay." you shrug and he gasps, thinking you'd surely back out after that request.

"You're for real?" he gulps.

"Mhm." you nod, your heart skipping a beat in excitement but Felix struggles.

"I mean... it's not... it's not hard yet, you know."

"Can I help with that?" you inch closer to your best friend. And god, he is so beautiful.

"We could make out?" he suggests and you agree immediately because who wouldn't want to kiss those lips?

The world stops as you lean in, the sounds of your breathing seem so loud in the tiny gap between you and Felix. The gap is soon closed as your lips press together in a sweet, awkward kiss.

The kiss slowly escalates into something more desperate and raw, as your hands start wandering on each other's bodies. Somehow, you end up under him as he keeps kissing your face and neck.

"Your hands are so pretty." you say breathlessly as you play with Felix's hand.

"They are?" he asks, a little surprised at your compliment.

"Mhm. And your fingers are perfect." you bring his hand closer to your face, his fingertips on your lips. Felix gasps when your tongue darts out to lick at his fingertips.

"Y/n..." his voice breaks as you take his middle finger in and start sucking on it.

"Fuck." Felix curses, his eyes darkening as he observes you. You can feel his dick twitching against your thigh and you clench around nothing.

"Please, touch me Lixie." you whine when you take his finger out of your mouth.

"Where, sweetheart?" he smirks at your eagerness and you nearly combust at the nickname.

Instead of answering, you start pulling your pants down and he quickly stops you.

"Are you sure?" he asks in the last moment of clarity.

"Yes." you say and he nods, helping you get rid of your pants and underwear.

"Oh." he licks his lips at the sight of you all wet and desperate for him.

"Please." you whine and a deep chuckle escapes his lips.

"I got you, baby." he soothes you as his hands run up your thighs a few times, coming up to spread your pussy so he can take a good look at it.

You whimper, shutting your eyes tight. Felix chuckles again, his thumb pressing against your sensitive clit in circles.

You gasp, eyes snapping open as they meet his darkened ones.

"If you've never seen a dick, that must mean you're a virgin?" Felix asks quietly.

"N-no... Well, yes. I mean I did this before but never went further." you confess and he smirks.

His fingers dip between your folds, gathering your arousal before paying attention to your clit again as he speeds up, making you whimper.

"W-why are you smirking like that?" you moan out as he flicks your clit, driving you absolutely insane already.

"I know you wanna see my dick. But I wanna make sure this little pussy can take my fingers first."

"Felix!" you whine at the dirty talk, the effect of his words amplified by his deep voice and the movement on your clit.

If you weren't at his mercy you'd probably laugh at your best friend for talking like that.

"Yeah baby? You want that?"

"P-please!" you're falling apart, your pussy clenching around nothing again.

"As you wish." Felix whispers and slowly starts pushing his middle finger in.

"L-Lixie." you moan, grabbing at his wrist as he fills you up.

"You're so tight, sweetheart. I don't think you'll be seeing my dick so soon."

"N-no, please, I wanna see it!" you cry out as he pushes in completely, slowly fucking you with his finger.

"If you manage to take three of my fingers, maybe I'll let you." he leans down to whisper in your ear, making you whine.

"You're mean." you pout, knowing damn well you're nowhere near ready to take him.

"I'm just looking out for you." he keeps smirking as he starts pumping his finger faster, making you more wet with every thrust.

You want to smack him for being so sly but his thumb starts working on your clit and you completely fall apart, moaning his name and gripping at the sheets as Felix brings you to ecstasy easily.

"Only one finger got you falling apart like this, hm?" he mocks as he fucks you through your high.

"You wanna see what two get me like?" you smirk at him and he laughs a little.

"I hope you know what you got yourself into, sweetheart."

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[sayusims]

Jinshi and Maomao relationship detail

At first, when watching The Apothecary Diaries, I didn't really want Jinshi and Maomao to be together. I mean, I wanted them to be, but since Jinshi was obviously so much more in love than Maomao, I did not think that it would seriously work out. However, I’ve changed my mind. As I haven’t actually read the light novels yet, some of the information I’m going to use is based on what others have said, and I can’t really confirm 100% if it is true, but since these are discussed somewhat in the community, I feel like they are.

My top reason for thinking they are good together is the fact that they pay extra attention to and look at each other more than others. In Jinshi’s case, he is known for being immensely pretty, but because this is the only thing people look at when it comes to him, it causes him to have an inferiority complex about all of the other skills that he does possess. It also does not help that he is surrounded by anomalies of people who have super strength or are insanely smart, so he feels hopelessly average in comparison. Because of this, when he met Maomao, he thought that she would be the same—someone captivated by his beauty who does not see the real him—but it was the complete opposite. His beauty does not hold worth to her. While she obviously finds him attractive and is probably still attracted to his physical body, his worth to her comes almost solely from his personality. The times in the anime that we see best that she is VERY slowly falling in love are times when she mentions him behaving differently or behaving more like himself instead of the persona he puts on daily. She does find Jinshi annoying a lot, but she likes it when he is more youthful and less eunuch-like.

When it comes to Maomao, I remember that in an episode of the anime, Maomao mentioned how she knows she is hard to read. While Jinshi cannot read her, he still tries. Jinshi never backs down or gets put off when he doesn’t understand her apparent logic; he mostly just trusts her and her judgment. He is incredibly patient with her and honestly does not try to rush things (it is KILLING ME). He is extremely worried about her well-being and making the choice that she wants, not what he wants. It is like when he dismissed her from her job in the first part of season 1. He dismissed her even though he had the power to obviously just not do it but also to just kind of make her work even if she thought it was miserable in the rear palace, because I fear that’s what at least half of the men back then would have done. But even though at this time he had a rabid crush on her and knew he was going to be miserable like he was with his toys when he was younger, he did it since he thought that was what she wanted. Another thing Jinshi notices a lot is her injuries. After, I assume, the third time of someone noticing someone else constantly getting hurt but still either waiting to get help or just not getting it at all, most people would give up. Most people would not jump off a wall and carry them bridal style to the infirmary the sixth time, but Jinshi still did, and he did it with urgency. Every time she gets hurt now, he is always panicking and doing the most he can to help, even if it's most times him just screaming. He never gets tired of her and always wants to be around her at almost every moment.

I want to get the manga volumes and the light novel so badly, but I literally have a 50-bullet-point to-read list that just keeps growing because I’ve been stuck on Crime and Punishment for the last two months. But if anyone has some show ideas (they don't have to be anime) that I can yap about and make my brain work overtime, that would be very helpful.

[meadowfics]

I love your kang family series. Can I request a story of reader being in labor and Daeho being her rock thru it all and maybe even have some bits about how great he is helping her once they arrive home with a newborn. I live for domestic daeho - I love your writing!! If you don’t want to write this, that’s totally cool too lol

I wrote it :D I love this concept <3

seoah's and byeol's birth headcannons:

kang dae ho x f!reader for the kang family series

seo-ah was born exactly four months after the nightmare of the games ended.

you and dae-ho had been trying to put yourselves back together, trying to find normalcy in a world that no longer felt as stable as it once did.

your daughter is your light, the one thing that reminded you both that there was something good waiting for you on the other side of survival.

labor was terrifying, but not because of the pain though.

you had endured worse.

it was because you had never felt so vulnerable before.

this was different from fighting for your life.

this was bringing a new life into the world, one that you and dae-ho were responsible for protecting.

dae-ho was your rock through every contraction, every wave of pain that crashed through you.

he held your hand so tightly, whispering reassurances in your ear.

“you’re so strong, baby. you’ve been through so much, and you’re still here. you can do this. i know you can.”

he refused to leave your side. even when the nurses suggested he take a break, get some food, stretch his legs...he wouldn’t hear it.

“she’s doing all the work. i can sit here.”

the fear was there, though.

not of the labor, but of the world outside this hospital.

you and dae-ho had survived something most people could never comprehend.

now, you were bringing your daughter into this world.

one that had already shown you its cruelest side.

would she be safe? would she ever have to suffer the way you did?

then, the moment she was born, all of that fear melted away.

the second she let out her first cry, the second her tiny body was placed on your chest, it was like nothing else mattered.

she was real. she was yours. she was safe.

dae-ho cried.

he tried to hold it back, but when he saw her, so small, so perfect, his whole body trembled with emotion.

he kissed your forehead repeatedly, his voice breaking as he whispered,

“you did it. you did so good. she’s beautiful. she’s ours.”

he counted all of her little fingers and toes like they might disappear if he didn’t memorize them right then and there.

when you were too exhausted to hold her, he took over immediately, cradling her with the softest look in his eyes.

“hey, baby girl,”

he murmured, his voice thick with love.

“i’m your appa.”

he never put her down.

the nurses had to tell him to rest, but he just sat in the chair beside your hospital bed, watching over both of you, like he was afraid that if he blinked too long, this would all disappear.

once you were discharged, the reality of being home with a newborn hit hard.

neither of you had slept properly in days, and yet, dae-ho never complained. not once.

he handled the diaper changes when your body was too sore to move, holding seo-ah carefully like she was made of glass.

he rocked her in his arms when she was fussy, pacing the bedroom in slow steps, humming softly to soothe her.

“i got her, baby,”

he whispered when you stirred in the middle of the night, hearing the soft cries of your newborn.

“go back to sleep. you need rest too.”

you never wanted to sleep, not really.

you just wanted to watch them, watch your husband, the man who had been through hell and back, holding your daughter with so much love, so much devotion.

the games had hardened you both, made you see the world in a different way.

when you looked at seo-ah, she was proof that there was still softness left.

dae-ho told her stories while she lay in his arms, even though she was too young to understand.

“your eomma is the bravest person i know,”

he’d whisper against her tiny head.

“she saved us both. you have no idea how lucky you are to have her.”

he took pictures of you with seo-ah whenever he could, knowing you’d be too tired to think about it yourself.

“i don’t want you to forget these moments,”

he said when you caught him doing it for the tenth time.

he made sure you ate, made sure you had water, made sure you took your pain meds when you needed them. he took care of you while taking care of seo-ah.

he never let you feel like you were alone.

in the hardest moments, when the exhaustion was too much, when the fear of being a good mother weighed heavily on your shoulders, he was there.

byeol:

your pregnancy with byeol was a completely different experience from your pregnancy with seo-ah.

with seo-ah, you had been five months pregnant while fighting for your life, every day filled with stress, fear, and the uncertainty of whether you’d even make it out alive on that island.

this time, you were safe.

you were home.

you had everything you needed, and most importantly, you had dae-ho right there beside you through it all.

this pregnancy felt like a reward.

a chance to experience it the way you were supposed to.

no survival games, no debts, no trauma weighing down every thought.

just you, your growing baby, and your beautiful family.

since it was your second pregnancy, things were so much easier.

you knew what to expect, how to handle the morning sickness, the weird cravings, the exhaustion.

you weren’t as anxious this time, because you had already done it once before.

“you’re glowing,”

dae-ho would say at least five times a day, his hands resting gently on your belly, his lips pressing kisses to your forehead.

“i mean, you’re always beautiful, but pregnancy looks really good on you.”

“you just like that i get all round and soft,”

you teased, nudging him.

“i like you,”

he grinned, kissing you again.

the one major difference this time?

you had a toddler to take care of too.

seo-ah was only three when you got pregnant with byeol, which meant you and dae-ho had to balance raising a little ball of energy while preparing for a newborn.

dae-ho, being the incredible husband and father that he was, stepped up in every way possible.

“baby, sit down,”

he would tell you whenever you tried to do anything remotely tiring.

“you’re growing a whole human, let me handle it.”

he overcompensates on this pregnancy, since he felt terrible that he couldn't help you when you were pregnant during the games.

however, he would never say this out loud.

he cooked more, cleaned more, made sure seo-ah was entertained so you could rest.

he even started taking seo-ah out on little father-daughter dates just to give you some peace and quiet when you needed it.

there were times where seo-ah was obsessed with your growing belly.

dae-ho melted every time he saw seo-ah talk or gush about your belly.

“she’s going to be the best big sister,”

he whispered one night, his hand resting on top of yours as you both watched her fall asleep curled up beside you.

this pregnancy gave you a level of peace you never thought you’d have after everything you had been through.

nine months after conceiving, labor was still painful(obviously), but it wasn’t terrifying like it had been with seo-ah.

there was no underlying developing trauma this time, no lingering fear of the outside world.

dae-ho was there, holding your hand just like he had before, whispering words of encouragement, rubbing your back through every contraction.

“you’re amazing,”

he told you between kisses to your damp forehead.

“you’re so strong, baby. just a little more, you’re almost there.”

at last, byeol was born.

she was placed on your chest, and the second you looked at her, your heart stopped.

she was you.

your nose, your lips, your cheeks.

everything about her was like looking into a smaller version of yourself.

“well,”

dae-ho chuckled, his voice thick with emotion as he gazed down at her.

“guess i lost this one, huh?”

you laughed breathlessly, tears filling your eyes as you pressed your lips to byeol’s soft little head.

“she’s perfect.”

“she’s you,”

he corrected, stroking her tiny hand with his thumb.

“and that means she’s definitely perfect.”

seo-ah was beyond excited to meet her baby sister.

“she’s so small,”

she gasped when she first saw her, her big brown eyes wide with awe.

“you were this small once too, baby,”

dae-ho told her, helping her climb onto the couch to sit beside you.

“no way,”

she whispered dramatically.

daeho handled the nighttime feeds when you were too tired to move, he made sure seo-ah still felt just as loved even with a newborn in the house, and he took care of you.

“you just gave birth, baby,”

he would remind you whenever you tried to do too much.

“sit down. let me take care of things.”

he would press kisses to your temple as he held byeol against his chest, rocking her gently.

“honestly, I think i’m the luckiest man alive,”

he would say out of nowhere, watching you nurse byeol while seo-ah played with her toys.

“oh yeah?”

you smiled, exhausted but happy.

“yeah,”

he nodded.

“two beautiful daughters. the best wife in the world. i don’t need anything else.”

he is right. neither of you did.

[five-bi-five-mind]

requests open again🤭 tehehe okay….

maybe a jj x reader fic where they just got married and are on a honeymoon somewhere at a resort. they go to the hot tub and night when no one is there…smut…??

Honeymoon

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Words: 3.4k+

Summary: You two just got married, now you were across the globe at a romantic resort that was nearly empty and JJ wanted to take the opportunity to enjoy it, and you, to the fullest.

Warnings: alcohol mention, semi-public sex, fingering, clit play, hot tub sex, JJ topping from the bottom, bottom!r, top!JJ, praise kink, let me know if I forgot anything...

A/N: So... have a quick fluffy, smutty fic while I work on some angstier, more fucked up ones lol

(gif not mine, credit to luthqrs)

“I can’t believe it,” JJ hummed as she walked around towards you, a glass of champagne in either hand. 

“Can’t believe what?” You smiled back at her as she handed you a glass and took a small sip.

“That you’re Mrs. Jareau now.” She let out a soft chuckle to herself, liking the sound of that more and more each time she said it. Which, she had honestly lost count at this point of how often she kept repeating that to herself.

You just rolled your eyes at how cheesy she was being and took another sip.

“I also can���t believe,” JJ continued, “That we’re here together… with this beautiful view of the mountains, just you and me.”

“No work to interrupt us,” you jumped in with a giggle. JJ just nodded with a guilty smirk. It was the first night of your honeymoon and also, miraculously, the first time you’ve ever gone on a romantic trip with JJ.

The two of you had tried often in the past, but it never worked out. There was always an emergency at work– or worse, JJ had gotten hurt and traveling would’ve slowed down her healing process. This time, the wedding went on with no problems and then you both packed and got on a plane with the same lucky streak. Now, here you both were, staying at a resort out of the country (JJ had insisted that the farther away she was the less likely it was for her to get called into work) with a beautiful view of the snow covered Alps. And, surprisingly, the resort wasn’t even that busy this time of year so there was really no stress, no fuss, nothing. It was just you, her, and the scenic view that took your breath away almost in the same way JJ’s dazzling smile did.

Your eyes took in the snowy peaks as you kept taking small sips of the champagne. JJ was behind you, her glass half empty already as she watched you and the content expression on your face as you took in all the nature. For all the horrors and ugliness of JJ’s job, it was these moments of beauty that meant the world to her. JJ has had so many moments like this since you came into her life and now you had just promised each other a lifetime more of them. As she stood next to you on the deck of the resort, the stars shining in the sky, the soft glow of the string lights illuminating your sparkling eyes, JJ didn’t think she had ever been happier in her entire life. 

JJ moved to step behind you and wrap her arms around your waist. You immediately leaned against her and closed your eyes for a moment at the feeling of her warm body. Her chin rested on your shoulder and she took in the same view that had you so in awe. “You know,” she whispered, “this is gorgeous but it’s nothing compared to the beautiful view of my wife.”

You couldn’t help the bright smile at those words. Honestly, you couldn’t believe you were now her wife, that you had agreed to take her last name and you promised to spend the rest of your days together. It was a dream come true. Sure, you weren’t the biggest fan of what JJ did for her career, but you supported her and were proud of her. It’s just that you didn’t get a lot of moments like these, where everything was perfectly peaceful. So, as you soaked in the amazing feeling of being surrounded by the woman you love in a beautiful place that looked like it was straight out of a fairytale, you were determined to enjoy every comfort this honeymoon had to offer. 

When a breeze blew through the deck of the resort that’s when JJ finally let go of you and stepped back. The shiver that went through your whole body was an indication that maybe it wasn’t the best thing to be standing out in the cold this long, especially not when she already had plans for you that would heat you up quite quickly.  “Maybe we should get in?” JJ encouraged as she took the now empty champagne glass from your hand.

So caught up in the beauty of everything, you had totally forgotten why you were on the deck in the first place. But then you turned from the view back to JJ and realized that she was probably right. It might not be the best idea to stand out on a deck, with snow everywhere else, in nothing but a fuzzy towel and a two piece swimsuit. The plan was to enjoy the outdoor hot tub after all. Especially since no one was using it and you both thought, with how empty the resort was this time of year, that would remain the case.

“Yeah…” You took JJ’s offered hand as she pulled you towards the tub. “That’s probably a good idea.” You let her guide you to the hot tub and when JJ dropped her towel you still couldn’t get over the stunning image of your now wife in nothing but a bathing suit. 

She was truly gorgeous, and even though you’ve seen her naked quite a lot since the two of you got together, you were always in awe of her body every single time. The way her two piece accentuated her toned figure had you blushing and you really needed to calm down all the thoughts going through your head, because this was just supposed to be an innocent dip in the hot tub.

Except, JJ had entirely different plans. Risky plans, in fact. She wasn’t sure if you’d go along, but she was going to try. It was her honeymoon after all, it was a time to live her life to the fullest and enjoy every opportunity she got. So when she took the towel off your body, she was already a little more handsy than you expected.

Her hands moved immediately to your waist. She pulled you close and whispered in your ear, “this looks…” her hands trailed down to your ass as she spoke, “so good on you.” She squeezed and you let out an embarrassing squeak before swatting at her shoulder. 

JJ just gave you a mischievous grin before guiding the both of you into the tub. The water was refreshing compared to the cold air and you knew this was the type of relaxation you both needed. JJ sat down first, her arms spread on the lip of the hot tub and her head leaned back as she took in a deep, satisfied breath.

“This feels so nice,” she sighed. 

“It really does,” you chuckled as you took a moment to adjust to the temperature before also sitting down next to her in the hot tub. Your head leaned back to rest on her outstretched arm and you sighed contently as your eyes slipped closed for a moment. It was silent, but peaceful, the only sounds were that of nature and of the jets from the tub pushing the water and gently massaging your back. For a moment you thought you never wanted to leave this place, just you and JJ and this warm hot tub, nothing else. The thought made you let out a soft laugh to yourself and JJ just looked over at you with a gentle smile. 

She let you relax for a moment, watching as you took in a few deep breaths and settled into the warm water, but then her eyes began to travel down. She took in the way the top of your swimsuit showed off your cleavage, and the way she could see, even through the water, the bottoms hugging the curve of your hips. It was hard to keep herself at least a little behaved.

But then you turned your head to her, your eyes hooded and relaxed, your fingers tracing the outline of her muscles on her abdomen beneath the water– a move that was totally innocent on your part, but was driving JJ wild– and she couldn’t help it anymore. Totally unexpectedly for you, and with great speed, JJ moved so that she could reach for you. Her hands snaked down your body until they were under your ass, and with the help of the water, she scooped you up and placed you right onto her lap.

“JJ,” you giggled as your hands went to her shoulders so you wouldn’t fall backwards into the water. “What are you doing?”

“Having some fun,” she grinned and gave you a wink. Before you could even respond her lips were on yours in a slow, but heated kiss. The hands that were resting on her shoulders tightened as you, yourself became breathless from how deeply she was kissing you all of a sudden.

She didn’t even waste time, running her tongue along your bottom lip before letting you part them for her. When her tongue met yours, her hands, which had been resting on your ass, squeezed and pulled you even closer to her body.

You let her kiss you like that for a while, her tongue licking into your mouth and your hands moving to tangle in her hair as she took your breath away. But then, the kissing paired with the way you felt her half naked body pressed against your own in the warm water, was starting to get to you. You couldn’t stop the slight grind of your hips down onto her lap as her teeth grazed your bottom lip. 

There was a moment where you didn’t want to stop at all, but then a snap of a branch in the very far distance made you realize exactly where you were and pulled back slowly. JJ looked at you with the same, devilish smile and held onto you tighter so you wouldn’t move from her lap. 

“What are you doing?” You whispered as you looked all around to see if anyone was nearby. Of course, the deck was empty except the two of you. It was late, the resort was barely populated, but still you were worried about what would happen if someone came out to enjoy the hot tub and saw the two of you in the position you were in.

“Relax,” JJ chuckled, “I’m just enjoying my new wife, is that so wrong?” JJ leaned forward before you could respond and kissed your lips again. You couldn’t stop yourself from immediately melting into her again and the hands that were once trying to push her away wrapped around her neck to pull her closer.

“Well…” you murmured against her lips, “I guess not.” It was really hard to resist JJ when her hands were guiding your hips ever so slightly to keep grinding down into her lap and her tongue was brushing against your own every once in a while as you kissed. Yes, there was a risk that at any moment someone could decide they wanted to have a dip in the hot tub, but you highly doubted that and honestly you couldn’t really begin to care. Not when JJ was letting out soft sighs at the way your own tongue was running against hers. 

You were so lost in the way she was kissing you that you didn’t even notice that one of her hands had let go of your waist. It wasn’t until you felt fingers slip into your swim bottoms and trace lightly against your clit that you actually registered that your wife wanted more than just a heated makeout session in this hot tub.

“Maybe–” you stumbled on your words as you felt those same fingers press a little more firmly and start making slow circles. “JJ, maybe we should go to the room?” JJ’s lips had just moved from your own down to your neck so you were finally able to get some words out.

“Why?” She hummed against your neck before nipping at the sensitive skin. The circles her fingers were making were getting a little faster now and even though you were trying to remain logical, the way your body was moving and bucking into her hand was definitely not the rational response you were trying to make. “No one is going to come out, baby,” she purred against your skin before running her tongue down to your collarbone. 

“It’s just you,” she said before placing a kiss to your bare shoulder, the strap to your swimsuit top having been pushed aside by her at some point, “and me.” She sank her teeth in and you hissed at the sensation of slight pain mixed with pleasure. 

She wasn’t really trying to make a solid argument, but with the way one of her hands kept playing with your clit while the other one snaked its way up your body until it reached under your swim top to get to your nipples, she could say just about anything and it would work. Your head was lulling back as her lips continued to attack the most sensitive parts of your neck. JJ, the whole time, was just enjoying the way she didn’t need to guide your body anymore into rocking into hers, you were doing it all on your own. 

“I guess you’re right,” you mumbled as your arms tightened around JJ. Your hips were moving a little bit faster now, but JJ had stopped marking up your neck with her lips and was now leaning back so she could watch the way you had given into the building pleasure she was giving you.

You looked beautiful like this to her, your body grinding into the way her fingers were working your clit, your eyes shut tight, and your lips parted slightly as soft sighs fell from them. You looked like a goddess to her, and she was determined to treat you like one for, not just the honeymoon, but the rest of your lives together. 

Your body was starting to tremble. It was slight, but with how focused JJ was on you, she noticed immediately. She didn’t want you to cum just yet though, not by her just playing with your clit. No, she needed to feel you fall apart on her fingers. So, when you felt her stop playing with your clit the whine of protest you started to let out turned into a low moan as you felt two of her fingers slide down and enter you with ease.

Your head fell forward and you buried your face in her neck as you felt her push them deep inside, up to her knuckles. She gave you a moment to adjust, her other hand moving away from your breast to go back down to your hip before she started to gently move your body in a way that showed you how she was wanting you to move. With your arms still wrapped around her and your face still pressed to her neck, you followed her guidance and began to rock your hips in the exact way she was hoping you would. JJ’s fingers curved inside you and she couldn’t help the small moans that were falling from her own lips as she watched the way you began to ride her fingers faster. 

The water made it a little bit easier for you to rock yourself on them, whimpering and moaning here and there with each time she curved her fingers a little bit more for you.

“You’re doing so good for me,” JJ cooed as she began to pump her fingers into you in time with the way you were fucking yourself on them. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

You were a sucker for praise and JJ learned that about you very early on. Anytime she said things like that it would get you worked up, and they had the exact response she was hoping for. Your pace quickened and your hold on her tightened. At this point, you were using her neck to muffle the sounds of your moans, which had gotten a little louder and harder to control. 

“That’s it, pretty girl,” JJ groaned as she felt you tighten around your fingers. “Make yourself cum on top of me, baby.” In that moment JJ picked up the pace, while simultaneously using the hand that had a hold of your hip to move your body down harder onto her fingers. You were fully riding her fingers at this point and your nails were digging into her back as you held her even tighter.

JJ loved the way she could feel your thighs shake as you got closer and closer to the edge. She kept up the praises as she felt the way your pussy tightened around her two fingers. “You’re being so good,” she purred as you moaned her name. “Come on, baby, cum on my fingers.”

After just a brief moment, with a few stronger pumps of her fingers up into you, you were falling apart on top of her. Her neck only muffled the way you cried out for her a little bit. If you were thinking this through you might have been embarrassed and worried that people inside the resort could’ve heard the way you just, slightly loudly, came for your wife outside in the hot tub. But in this moment, with the way JJ was helping you ride out your orgasm, humming soft praises as you came down from your high, you did not really care if other people heard. 

When your body finally stilled and she pulled her fingers out, you lifted your head to look at her. The way she looked back at you made you almost ready for round two right then and there. Her pupils were blown, her lips were parted as she took in heavy breaths, and her face was slightly flushed. It could’ve been from the warmth of the hot tub, but something told you it was most likely from what had just transpired. At that moment, you knew you both needed to get out of this hot tub soon. Not because you were worried about overheating, but because you needed your wife to throw you on the bed back in the room and keep giving you all those praises she was before. 

“You’re gorgeous,” JJ said, her voice low, raspy, and filled with want. 

You pressed the palm of your hand to the side of her face and kissed her, deep but briefly. “I love you,” you whispered against her lips before trying to lean back.

JJ pulled you back for another kiss, long and lingering, before replying. “I love you too,” she whispered. “Shall we head back to the room? 

You nodded and gave her a soft smile. She gave you a bright one right back before helping you up from the tub. Though, she took a moment before getting up herself, wanting to admire the view of you dripping wet in a small swimsuit. She couldn’t believe you just let her take you in a hot tub. She couldn’t believe how gorgeous you looked, riding her fingers in a public place without a care in the world. She couldn’t believe she made you moan so loud it practically echoed off the mountain tops. Although, that last one, she wasn’t sure you were aware of just how loud you had been when you came. All JJ knew was that she wanted to make you make those sounds again. And she very much intended to do that for the rest of the trip.

When she finally got out and you helped her dry off, JJ pulled you into her arms one more time, pressing your wet bodies together for a moment, before leaning in to whisper in your ear. “I brought a few surprises.” Your face immediately flushed at the suggestive tone she was taking. “And tonight, I want to try a few of them out. Will you be a good girl and let me?”

Your mouth fell open. JJ didn’t wait for you to respond before pulling away, wrapping the towel around her body, and swaying her hips purposely as she walked towards the door to her resort. You stood there in disbelief for a second, but when she looked back at you and winked, you finally got the sense to start moving your feet.

Tonight was the first time you’ve ever done anything remotely suggestive with so much risk in a semi-public space. Something told you that wouldn’t be your only first that night. JJ really did have a lot in store for the honeymoon. 

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[quokkicidal]

L.M. | Husband Material

Genre: Fluff, established relationship

Warnings: None

Pairing: non-idol!Minho x gn!reader

A/N: Not a full on story, just some little blurbs :)

Requests open

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The kitchen smelled of your favorite breakfast, being cooked by your one and only Minho. He offered to make it because that’s just how he shows his love. Small gestures that build up, and you can’t help but to feel so lucky.

He looked at where you were sitting at the kitchen island and said, “How do you want your eggs?”

“Hmm, scrambled please!”

He just nodded his head and continued cooking. He started humming as he brought your food to you, placing the plate on the table and a kiss on the top of your head. You said thank you and he sat down and ate with you. He was the only person in your life that you could tell everything. He made you feel so safe and you truly cherish all the moments you have together, even the simple ones like these.

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In the grocery store, Minho pushed the cart. Not because he wanted to, but he knows that if you pushed it you guys would be getting way more than what you needed. “Alright, next on the list is beef.” He said reading from the list you and him worked on together.

“Let’s go to the freezer isle then, and we can pick up some ice cream while we’re over there and we can have a movie night!” Minho smiled at your enthusiasm for movie nights and ice cream. It’s one of his favorite nights because you guys cuddle and make fun of movies together. One time you were watching Benji and Minho was trying his hardest not to cry, but there’s just something about animals in a sad setting that really pull at his heart stings. Of course you were crying too, who wouldn’t. But every time you bring it up to tease him, he always says, “You were crying more than I was!” When in reality he cried harder than you.

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If you’re having a bad day at work, he’ll make sure to run you a bath before you get home. Filled with your favorite bath soap and your favorite candle lit on the counter. Despite what his friends see, he truly is a romantic at heart. Acts of service is definitely his love language. Before you get out of the bth, he’s already handing you a towel he previously tossed in the dryer to warm it up. He truly treats you like you’re a queen. You Al’s do the same for him, but in a different way. If you wake up before him, you make sure to make breakfast for the both of you and you iron his clothes if he has to dress formal. You know it’s not needed but he appreciates the crisp fold of a white button up.

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Date nights are always looked forward to between you two. Whether you’re just going out to lunch, or you’re going to a full on five star restaurant. You tell him that he doesn’t need to do all this, but he’s planning something. As you both finish your dinner you share a dessert, which he lets you choose, he makes small talk. To be honest, he’s a bit nervous. He feels so safe around you, enough to let his guard down. When you first met him, you never would’ve expected being one of the few people that he lets in his bubble, but you are so happy that it ended up this way. The waiter eventually comes back to the table, and asks you guys to come with him. The waiter led you both to a back secluded garden area, which was absolutely beautiful. It was covered with flowers and even had a fountain. You stop by the fountain marveling at the work, and beside you, Minho gets down on one knee. As you turn, you couldn’t help but to start tearing up. “Oh my god, is this what I think it is?”

He nervously smiled, “Only if your answer is yes?” You couldn’t believe it, “These past three years have been the best three years I could have asked for. You truly are someone so special to me and i wouldn’t want to live the rest of my life if you weren’t by my side, will you marry me?”

By this time, you are full on waterworks, “Yes yes yes, of course I’ll marry you!” He put the ring on your finger and hugged you like it would be the last time he saw you. Through tears he says, “I love you, i love you so much.”

You laugh and say, “I love you too, and I always will.”

[knight-dwx-09]

Consequences Of Your Own Actions

After team RWBY and Jaune had arrived back to Remmant and reunite with everyone. They hold a party together as RWBY and Jaune retell most of what happened after they fall and listen to what had happened while they were in the Ever After.

About Jaune stuck at the ever after, his journey with Alyx and Lewis, which they were surprised of, meeting team RWBY, and their story how they get back.

Ruby try to keep the whole drinking poison as a secret, since it was pretty mess up, but Yang won’t allow her little sister to suffer alone anymore and just tell them straight up what she did and the reason. Safe to say, most of them were horrified from their expression, especially Qrow.

Ruby: Yang! You weren’t supposed to say that.

Qrow didn’t let to continue as he grabbed Ruby by the shoulder and yelling at her.

Qrow: Ruby! What were you thinking?!

Ruby: I-I didn’t… *Sigh* I am sorry for causing more trouble…

Qrow: What? There’s nothing you did that you have to say sorry *Sigh* I have already lost your mom, Ruby… I can’t lose you too… so please, if this whole stuff is weighting you down or the pressure are too much. Speak to me, your friends, sister, or your dad. Let one of us carried some of burden. Not because we think you are worthless or you couldn’t handle it. But because we cared of you. Can you at least do that for me?

This cause her to choke a bit, tears welling up in her eyes as a sob leave.

Ruby: … I will try, uncle Qrow, I will…

Qrow: That is good for now

Ruby: I love you, Uncle Qrow… *Buried her face into his chest and hugged him tightly*

Qrow: Love you too, Pipsqueak *Ruffled her hair*

Yang smiled at all of this, happy that she could help Ruby after being a failure of a sister for not being able to noticed her sister’s trouble. Qrow noticed her and opened his right arm, gestured her to come in as well with a smirk which she replied by accepting the hug.

At the same time, Jaune simply stared at the family with a slight smiled before feeling someone wrapping their hands around his waist as he looked to the side to find sad Nora.

Nora: You must felt so alone… waiting there for years… alone…

Jaune: …Yes… yes it was… *Wrapped his arm around Nora and deepen the hug, tears slowly emerged from his eyes*

Ren open his mouth to say something but hesitant a bit, mouth tremble as his eyes wander to the side.

Ren: Jaune…

This get the attention of the knight.

Ren: *Takes a deep breath*… While you were gone, I couldn't help but reflect on old memories, and all I could say was...… I am sorry for yelling at you back at the snow storm. It wasn’t right of me to put the blame on you when I have watched how much effort to grow stronger and your desired to become a huntsman. While I become one just for my selfish desire and following Nora… I am really sorry…

Jaune: Ren… It’s okay, I have already forgive you

Ren stared with wide eyes.

Jaune: Come on, don’t be so shock. You are my brother from another family, of course I forgive you after I have the times to myself. Now come here and give your brother a hug as I really needed one right now.

Ren stood there, not knowing what to do with that information but decide to step in to hug his girlfriend and brother together with a smile, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulder. After those beautiful and cute moments, Jaune had finally ready to reveal the news. Well, more like being pressure by the voice in his head.

Jaune: I guess you all should meet my new partner from now on

This grab the mind of most of the people there, remembering about Juniper in the story.

Nora: Are we going to meet Juniper? Did she follow along? Where is she? I can’t wait to feel her fur and ride her into battle against Grimm. That is one of my dream!

This only cause Jaune to laugh awkwardly as he pulled off from the hug and stand a feet away from them

Jaune: No, he is someone I extremely despise but I don’t have any say in this partnership so here we are

Jaune closed his eyes and letting air leave his lungs as everyone watch him, awaiting what he gonna do next. The next time he open his eyes, they weren’t met with the usual blue eyes, instead, the saw purple and neon blue eyes with a grins that stretch to inhumanly size as his voice distorted with an another voice.

Jaune(CC): Oh, how nice it is to finally able to move *Breathed in* Is this how the air in Remmant feels like? They aren’t much different to my old home but they sure feel a lot fresher.

Everyone, beside team RWBY, just stared confusedly at Jaune? As he looked around the room with a big smile before stopping at Oscar.

Jaune(CC): *Appeared in front of Oscar, scaring him a bit* You must the boy name Oscar whose has an old wizard soul inside you. So, how does that work? Did the wizard pick his next host or is it just random? If it is random, is there anything conditions it must met before you are transfer to said person? I am really curious.

Oscar: Huh? What?

Jaune(CC): *Gasp as he push away Oscar* Are those chicken nuggets dinosaur you have said you miss eating? I wonder how it taste *Rushed forwards and shove a hand full of nuggets into his mouth, chewing and swallowing the whole thing in seconds, before doing the same with the rest of the food*

Those who weren’t at the Ever After just stared, no sound made, no action made to stop him from eating. Just watch as Jaune? drink a bucket of chocolate milk.

Ruby: Okay, I know you all may be confused as to why is happening at this moment

Nora: I will be the first to asked it. What in the hell happened to Fearless Leader? One second he seem normal, now he had become a child-like state who are amazed by everything around him. Did Jaune-Jaune get possessed by a curious being that seriously want to know about our home while in the Ever After?

Ruby: *Blinked* Wow… that is pretty much what had happened

Yang: So yeah, Vomit-boy here is possessed by the Curious Cat

Qrow: The cat from the story?

Team RWBY nodded.

Qrow: Well, fuck my ass. I guess he had joined into the “Two soul in one body” club *Slipped one lien into the swear jar in Ruby’s hands, don’t ask where she get that from*

Oscar: The what club now?

Qrow decided to not answer that.

Emerald: So how do we separated them?

Blake: That is the thing, we are unable nor know how to do so. Even the blacksmith said that their soul has fuse together that forcing them apart could be extremely dangerous, possibly kill them.

Emerald: And what now? Are they gonna stuck like that for the rest of their lives?

Weiss: No, that doesn’t mean we won’t stop trying to find a way. I will ask the scientists and doctor around if they have some idea. *Looked at Oscar* And sir, could you perhaps give us the blue print of the machine that could transfer the maiden power? I am not certain it will work but it won’t hurt to look into the blue print of it.

Oscar(Ozpin): *Took control* I would advise you to not use that machine, it’s only supposed to be the last resort due to how taxing and dangerous to one soul. The only reason we use it was to keep Amber alive and not let the maiden power fall onto Salem’s hands, it was a desperate attempt which I regretted even up to this point.

Weiss: I am aware of the risk sir and I would like not to use this as well. However, maybe we could look into the machine to find out how the soul work, deconstructing its function and rebuild it, making it a bit more safer for the person in it. Just as a last resort of course

Oscar(OZ): *Nod* if you are that willing, I will draw the blueprint for you to look at. I just hope it won’t end this way. *Gives control back to Oscar*

Oscar: *Look at Jaune(CC) who was eating watermelon with its skin* Should we stop him before he got stomach ache?

Qrow: You kidding? From how much the brat is eating, he will probably go into a food coma in a couple of minutes.

After he said that, all of Team RWBY, (J)N(P)R, and Oscar rushed in to hold Jaune(CC) down before he could stuff a whole chicken into his mouth.

Next days

Jaune could be seen sitting near the toilet, holding it like it was the only thing keeping him alive as he vomit into it. Tears began to emerged from his dull neon purple and blue eyes, half-lidded from nausea as he rest his cheeks against the toilet sit.

CC: Jaune… please switch with me… I don’t like this feelings…

Jaune: Screw that, you were the one who eat all of the foods. Then you must deal with the consequences of your own actions

CC: Please Jaune… I am really sorry for eating and drinking all of those nuggets, salad, fish, steak, cake, chocolate milk, orange juice, coffee… *Vomit*

Jaune: Wow, so this is how it feels to be the passenger of my own body? Just the feeling of floating on a cloud with my own thoughts. No responsibilities, no dizziness you are feeling right now, just a bliss, comfy feeling of existing. It’s kinda nice.

Jaune(CC) just whimper as his stomach grumble once again.

[fujii-draws]

While I think Dusknoir disappearing first/not being able to see the sunrise in EP5 is really perfect, mainly for the fact that he did do some good near the end, but not nearly enough to see such a rewarding/beautiful scene alongside the two other Pokémon present (who fought tooth and nail for the world’s future since day 1.)(plus the ‘Did my life shine…?’ Scene is such a raw sendoff for him.)

I think the idea of him witnessing it/cradling those two while all three of them watch it together. It’s just. God it’s so fucking sweet/cute. And this art from @quietbox (one of my good and talented mutuals) expanded my love for it even more.

Could you imagine a scene where Grovyle and Celebi’s bodies were facing the wrong way? And they didn’t even have enough power to redirect themselves to see the sunrise. Meanwhile Dusknoir had a sudden glint of light in his cyclops eye, being the only one to witness it at first? Before slowly looking down and realize his new grass-type comrades couldn’t? His expression just slowly shifting from mild regret to anger as he internally went “No.” to himself? And powered through with the last strength he had to pick up both Grovyle and Celebi, helping them face the right direction? Making damn sure they saw the fruit of their labors come to fruition?

Could you imagine him staring down at them 90% of the time during their last moments, while the two grass-types were too focused on the warmth and sight of the sun to notice? Could you?

[whateverisbeautiful]

Richonne in Retrospect - The 💋 List

(every Richonne kiss ranked)

#28: The Callout Kiss & Officially Rekindled Kiss (1.04)

Episode 4 is an abundance of riches, with stellar acting, writing, and more. It also gave Richonne some of their absolute best kiss scenes. 🔥 We’ll be raving about them all on this list, but starting with these two that I felt were a tie. When they're in bed and Rick brings up essentially not going home so that he can change the CRM, there's a lot of ways Michonne could have reacted to that, but the way she chooses is so heartwarming. I love the meaningfulness of Michonne first responding with a kiss and showing Rick this affection even after he just brought up something that hurts her. Rick had been putting Michonne through an emotional roller coaster this episode and it could have been so easy and understandable for her to have an irritated response to Rick’s CRM comments in bed. But instead, Michonne shows such a beautiful display of empathy and care when she takes Rick's face and kisses him.

She loves him and sees him and she understands this behavior from him is coming from a place of trauma. It’s powerful to see her choose her love for Rick over her hurt by Rick with this kiss. And then she still gives him a necessary dose of honesty by noting that he’s still lying to her and to himself. As I so often like to say - Rick has himself a wife who is stunningly beautiful and extremely good at both empathy and accountability and that was all evident in this moment where Michonne manages to show Rick genuine love without also downplaying the hurt and dishonesty in his words. And then there's the kiss that caps off this exceptional bedroom scene. I love the way the kiss is filmed - from them both in black, the framing, lighting, and just the magnetism of it all. They were already as deeply in love as possible but I like how they kiss here like they've managed to somehow fall even more in love after their powerful heart-to-heart in this apartment. Richonne kisses really are an effective form of communication between them. So by sealing this moving conversation with a kiss, they don't even need any more words to perfectly confirm to each other that they're officially rekindled and ready to go home together. ♥️

[ailendolin]

Tampon trilogy reaction:

I am a woman. – The way they say it so confidently as two men.

Periods slash – Everyone laughing because Sam is being a little shit is glorious.

40 years of tampons are stored in my shed – Please don’t do that.

It’s attracting bees – Well, in that case, I guess …

Jane is my name, blood is no one’s game – Poetic.

Today embarks on change – Even my ears are bleeding and I’m not a native speaker. Sam wtf? Poor Tom has to put up with so much.

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I think the doctor actually prescribed it to me, Mum - Lol

Mum? Okay - Haha, I love it when someone else defines their character and they have to adapt.

Your cough will be cured through ancient methods - Doesn't sound foreboding at all.

I've got a shed of all my used tampons - Lol of course you have. Nice callback there, Sam. Also Luke slowly dying trying not to laugh is hilarious to watch.

We're gonna make a blood ritual - Yep, foreboding as fuck. Together with the voice, I feel like this is Lady Margaery from a different, darker universe where she ended up adopting Titch and makes blood rituals instead of meth.

Today embarks a blood ritual - Oh, how brilliant. I love it so much when they make fun of each other and bring mistakes back.

Demonic tamponic noises - I can't with the subtitles XD

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Never mind - I love how disturbed Sam was by the noises Tom made.

I'm not trying to rob you, Bilbo. I'm trying to help you. - Oh Sam, I love you for turning this into LotR. His Gandalf voice is really good. Luke's Bilbo voice ... not so much lol.

Have you heard of my tampon - Sam is so done and AJ is so happy with himself.

Tom singing - I love how AJ just walks away because he knows the Dirty Dancing lift can only end in bruised egos and broken bones

Well, you're gonna have to wait some time cause this is a boat - this one really made me laugh. I didn't expect 'boat' at all

I think I'm being followed by a spectre - I understood that reference.

If you happy and you know it clap your hands - What was that? I have literal tears of laughter in my eyes right now.

We have servants who carry our hearts for us - You are right, Tom, that is an interesting sci-fi concept.

Unchained Melody - Luke has a gorgeous voice.

Just put the tampon down - And there is Tom, ruining a beautiful moment with a the perfect callback.

Doing a compilation video around the callbacks was a great idea! Hopefully, we'll see more of that in the future!

[dannydoesthisthing27]

Pairing redacted characters/pairs with songs I listen to regularly. I have no particular order I'm doing this in, I'm just listening to music and was bored

Love Like You - Gavin (I'll explain if someone asks but in the moment it just feels like him)

For The Dancing And The Dreaming from How To Train Your Dragon 2 - Warden/Vega (Valka and Stoiks scene specifically where Stoik says Valka is as beautiful as the day he lost her)

Rule #34 by Fish in a Birdcage - Quinn (when he and darlin were together still together)

Best Friend by Laufey - Sweetheart (about Angel. In my head they are the closest of the mates. Baaabe and Sam have a similar relationship to me.)

Sticky by Tyler, The Creator - Asher, Guy, Gavin, Darlin, Milo (I don't really have an explanation but they all absolutely listen to this song regularly)

St. Chroma by Tyler, The Creator - Damien (i see Damien as someone who does boxing to relieve stress and he likes following the beat when he boxes)

Telephone by Lady Gaga & Beyonce - Guy/Honey (they've choreographed the entire song and dance to it regularly when they cant sleep or need to blow off steam but aren't feeling up to your Guy typical activities)

Time in a Bottle by Jim Croce - Morgan/Seer Obscura (In my personal headcanons they're a late twenties asexual gay couple and they love dancing in their kitchen to slow music plus it fits the whole seer thing)

Vienna by Billy Joel - Caelum (early Caelum specifically makes me sad sometimes and reminds me of the song)

Somebody to Love by Queen - Darlin (they were lost for a long time before they found Sam and now that they've got him they sing/hum this and various other queen songs to Sam when they sit together and he knits)

This is all I have for now I'm sure I'll add more at some point :]

[temis-de-leon]

Opposites attract - 500 F.C.

Characters: Asmo x gn!reader

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Requested by: Romance Anon

CW: established relationship and mentions of past sex. Very fluffy; MC loves Asmo very much

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As far as you knew, the evening couldn’t be more perfect. The spot under the blankets wasn’t too hot or cold, both your phone and your laptop were almost fully charged up and the subtle drag of Asmo’s nails wasn’t overstimulating your skin, following the path of the veins in your arm without leaving any marks. Sometimes, he’d press the right amount and tickle you, making you shiver, and he’d let out a giggle that would die in the creases of your hoodie.

However, now that you actually thought about it, you hadn’t heard anything in a while. His weight was still right next to you and his scent filled the space inside the canopy bed, subtly blending with the roses’ aroma in a way Asmo surely had calculated; but there was no chuckle anymore.

You hoped he’d fallen asleep; because just thinking about your day together drained you. After all, your beautiful boyfriend had woken you up that morning at the crack of dawn only to spend hours dragging you from one point of town to another while stopping at the mall in between. Visiting all the different hot spots doing no more than shopping, eating the trendiest snacks and taking pictures of absolutely everything, you felt as if your body was finally falling apart piece by piece. Your muscles were sore and your joints ached, surely even a demon would be tired from all of that as well?

But of course, you were wrong.

“You know…” a soft voice said from under your chin. Apprehension twisted your guts in a knot. Nothing calm or relaxing ever came from those words. “If you wanted to play dress up, I could’ve shown you what I bought today” 

“I already saw what you bought today. I was there”

“I know you were there, silly!” he laughed, not bothering to hide the sultriness in his amused tone. The mattress rustled under his movements and soon you had him kneeling by your side, looking down at you and cupping your face with both hands.

His skin was much softer than yours; always had been. And so was his hair and the edge of his fingernails. Yours had only gotten better after you started dating him and even then he still had to beg on his knees for you to accept his help. What could you say? You didn’t really understand the appeal of wasting time and money to look prim and proper.

Also, you were already attractive without any of that.

“But store light is not the same as daylight or nightlight and certainly not the same as my room light or your room light” Asmo continued talking as he climbed over you to hop off the bed but stopped with a purr when you grabbed his waist to take him right back to his previous position. “Oh, this is nice too!”

You didn’t bother to fight the impulse to roll your eyes, instead tilting the laptop’s screen urgently. At the sight of it, Asmo let out a dramatic cry and fell face-first into his silk pillow.

“MC…!”

“Honey, this is important” you argued without a hint of humour. The half-naked girl in the saturated game menu stared at the both of you with an empty-minded smile. “Our girl here needs to wear chic and glamorous for the show and we don’t have enough gems for that chiffon dress. I’m getting stressed”

“You’re getting stressed? I’m the one having a bad time here! I just offered to do a private catwalk in the comfort of my beautiful room and you just said no in favour of some ill-proportioned virtual girl!”

His voice waved, threatening to spill real tears, but you really couldn’t risk the possibility of him getting naked in front of you.

While his powers didn’t have any effect on your mind, you loved your boyfriend too much not to find him attractive at any moment. He could be wearing the most horrendous outfit and it would probably still work against you, although Asmo probably wouldn’t believe that statement. When he took care of himself it made you feel dizzy; and when he was naked?

Absolute malfunction.

“Baby, I’m being honest with you, the moment you get out of your clothes I'm gonna lose my grip on reality and if we have sex right now like we had last week I’m gonna need three to five business days to start working properly again and you know perfectly well Lucifer is not going to let me skip classes tomorrow”

That caused a few seconds of silence. You could see how your words slowly eased Asmo's hurt feelings, gently forcing a flattered smile out of him while the shimmer in his eyes went from watery to magical.

Once again you tilted the laptop's screen, leaning over to kiss the tip of the demon's nose before quickly retreating.

“Chic and glamorous, baby” you said in a singing tone while smiling coyly.

After what felt like forever, Asmo finally rolled his eyes and resumed his place under your chin, knowingly manoeuvring his body so your hand would grasp his waist in a seductive pose. With a judgemental tone, he pointed at the half-naked girl.

“And you’re going with that?”

Some things would never change, you guessed.

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Taglist: @ilovecandys2010 @ollieoven @kingofspadesdelusion @whimsybloom

[gf2bellamy]

Spencer who comes home late expecting reader to have already gone to bed but is instead greeted with an exhausted smile and a groggy "my looove~" as we stumble into his arms

late — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: both of them being tired a/n: hii thanks for your request <3 hope you like this :)

Spencer Reid suppressed a loud yawn as he entered his bedroom. He rubbed his eyes, still trying to shake off the tiredness from a long day at the BAU. However, the moment he caught sight of you sitting cross-legged on the bed, a book resting in your lap, his heart skipped a beat.

You looked like you were fighting a battle against sleep, your head bobbing slightly as you struggled to keep your eyes open. He softly called your name, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Hey, you,” he murmured.

You blinked up at him, your eyes still heavy with sleep. A small smile spread across your face as you slowly stood up from the bed, your arms reaching out to him. Without a moment’s hesitation, you wrapped him in the tightest hug you could muster.

“I missed you, Spence,” you mumbled into his hair, brushing your fingers through the soft strands. The scent of your shampoo filled his senses, and he felt an overwhelming sense of comfort wash over him.

“What are you doing awake?” he asked, his voice laced with concern as he rubbed gentle circles on your back.

“I didn’t want to go to bed without you,” you replied, still refusing to let go. Spencer couldn’t help but chuckle at your earnestness.

“You know I’m always just a phone call away, right?” he said, trying to ease your worry. He pulled back just slightly, enough to look into your eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked, his brow furrowing with concern.

“I’m fine, Spence. Really,” you insisted, your expression honest as you met his gaze. “I just really missed you.” With that, you wrapped your arms around him once more, nuzzling your face against his shoulder, your breath warm against his skin.

“Missed you too,” he replied softly, a smile tugging at his lips. Spencer loved these moments with you—where time seemed to stand still and the outside world faded away.

As you both stood there, Spencer couldn’t help but tease you gently. “You know, I was just reading about the migratory patterns of birds and how they return home after long journeys. I think I’m beginning to understand them,” he said, a playful grin spreading across his face.

You pulled back slightly, feigning shock. “Are you comparing me to a bird?” you laughed, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Not just any bird! A majestic, beautiful one,” he responded, his expression playful.

“Spencer Reid, you charmer,” you teased, poking him lightly in the ribs. “You really know how to flatter a girl.”

He chuckled, the sound rich and warm. “Okay, but seriously, you should get some rest,” he said, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You need your beauty sleep to keep being as pretty as you are.”

You playfully rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the smile creeping across your lips. “Alright, but only if you promise to stay with me until I fall asleep.”

“Deal,” Spencer said, knowing that there was nowhere else he’d rather be. He climbed into bed beside you, pulling the covers up as you nestled against his side, your head resting on his shoulder. He could feel your breathing slowly becoming steady and soft as you drifted off.

“Goodnight, Spence,” you murmured, a content smile on your face.

“Goodnight,” he replied, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head, feeling utterly grateful for this moment together.

[humaling]

What I Needed was You.

summary: after years of a cat-and-mouse chase, Finnick is done waiting—but will you really let him walk away?

pairings: finnick odair x reader

warnings: angst. happy ending? cursing.

note: first time writing and posting. plz dont bite me

word count: 2.3k

The storm rolls in before sunset, casting dark shadows over the ocean. Rain lashes against the windows, the wind howling through the streets of District 4 like a wounded animal. You sit on the edge of your bed, staring at the door, heart pounding against your ribs like it already knows what’s coming.

And then, like clockwork, there’s a knock.

You don’t move at first. You tell yourself not to. You should pretend to be asleep, let him turn away. But your body betrays you, just like it always does. Your fingers tighten around the blanket, and before you can stop yourself, you’re on your feet, crossing the room.

You open the door.

Finnick stands there, rain-soaked and exhausted, his sea-green eyes dark with something unreadable. He doesn’t say anything at first. Neither do you.

“Tell me to go,” he says finally, his voice barely above the wind. “And I will.”

The words cut through you like a blade. You should say it. You should send him away. The war is over. The rebellion is done. You both survived, but survival doesn’t mean freedom. Not from the memories. Not from each other.

Finnick shifts, his jaw tightening like he’s already bracing for the inevitable. He’s always been beautiful, but now it’s a different kind of beauty—sharper, hollowed-out. The Capitol took so much from him, carved pieces of him away until there was almost nothing left. And you? You’re no better. Just two ghosts pretending to be whole.

“Say the word,” he murmurs, but he doesn’t move.

You swallow hard, your throat burning. You should. But when you part your lips, the words don’t come. Because the truth is, you don’t want him to go. And maybe that’s the worst thing of all.

Instead, you step back. A silent invitation.

Finnick exhales shakily, running a hand through his damp hair before stepping inside. The door clicks shut behind him, locking the storm outside. But the real storm—the one that lives inside you both—rages on, unrelenting.

For a moment, neither of you speak. The air is thick with everything left unsaid, with the weight of the war and the scars it left on both of you. Finnick moves first, peeling off his soaked jacket, the fabric heavy with rain. His hands tremble slightly as he sets it over the chair by the window.

“You shouldn’t keep doing this,” you murmur, your voice barely above the rain hammering against the roof.

He lets out a hollow laugh. “Neither should you.”

You both know what he means,this, whatever this is between you. The seeking, the silent longing, the way you always find each other when the nights are too heavy to bear alone. It’s a habit neither of you can seem to break, no matter how much it hurts.

Finnick sinks onto the edge of your bed, running a hand over his face. His fingers brush through his damp hair, pushing it back, and for a moment, he just stares at the floor. “I thought it’d get easier,” he admits, voice rough with exhaustion. “Coming home. Living like none of it happened.”

You kneel down on the floor, tucking your feet underneath you. “It doesn’t, does it?”

He shakes his head. “No. It just...changes. Some days, it’s quiet. And other days, I wake up expecting to be somewhere else. Expecting someone else to be in control of my life.”

You nod, because you understand. Because you’ve woken up gasping for air more nights than you can count, your mind trapped in a place you can never truly leave.

Finnick tilts his head dkwn slightly, looking at you. His gaze lingers, searching. “Why do you let me in?”

You exhale, staring at your hands. The answer is simple, but saying it aloud feels impossible. Because you can’t imagine him not being here. Because even in the wreckage of what you both have become, there’s still something that keeps pulling you together. Because even broken, even haunted, he’s still Finnick. And you still don’t know how to let him go.

“I don’t know,” you whisper. But it’s a lie, and you both know it.

Finnick watches you for a moment longer, then sighs, leaning back on his palms. The rain hasn’t let up, and neither of you seem to be in a hurry to fill the silence.

“I don’t know if we’ll ever be okay,” he admits finally. “If I’ll ever be okay.”

You look at him then, the way the stormlight casts shadows over his face, the way exhaustion and grief linger in his expression. You reach for his hand before you can stop yourself, fingers brushing over his.

“You don’t have to be,” you say. “Not tonight.”

Finnick doesn’t pull away. His fingers tighten around yours, and for the first time in a long time, the weight on your chest feels just a little bit lighter.

The storm rages on outside, but here, in this moment, you are not alone.

You stood up from your position and moved to sit beside him. Your shoulders brush against each other and you could feel his body heat radiating off him. Finnick watches you for a moment longer, then sighs, leaning back on his palms. The rain hasn’t let up, and neither of you seem to be in a hurry to fill the silence.

After a while, he moves. He shifts onto his side, resting his head against your shoulder. It’s tentative at first, the way his body leans into yours, like he’s still unsure if he should. If he deserves to. But when you don’t pull away, when you let yourself lean back just the slightest bit, he exhales shakily.

You don’t say anything, and neither does he. The war took words from you both, left you with only touch and silence and longing that never quite finds an answer.

After a moment, you reach for his hand, threading your fingers through his. He stiffens slightly, then sighs, his grip tightening like he’s afraid to let go. You squeeze back, a silent promise. You’re here. He’s not alone.

“I hate the quiet,” he admits. “Some nights, it feels like it’s waiting for me to fall apart.”

You shift, turning so you can look at him properly. His face is tired, drawn with the weight of things he never speaks about. You lift your free hand, brushing damp strands of hair from his forehead. He leans into your touch without hesitation, eyes slipping shut.

“You don’t have to hold it together with me,” you murmur. “Not all the time.”

Finnick exhales, something fragile in the way his shoulders drop. You don’t push him to say more, don’t force him to unpack the pain he carries. Instead, you let him be, let him exist in this space where neither of you has to be strong.

Slowly, he shifts, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you in. You let him, resting your forehead against his temple. The storm outside rages on, but inside, in this fragile moment, there’s warmth. there’s him and you and nothing matters more than that.

“I liked you,” you mutter, eyes fluttering shut as you listen to the rain outside, steady and relentless. “Liked you so much that I wasn’t sure if I should tell you.”

Finnick frowns. “Why?” he asks, even though he knows he shouldn’t—because deep down, he already knows the answer. And it will undo him.

You swallow hard. “Because that wasn’t what you needed back then.”

His sea-green eyes search yours, desperate—pleading. Looking for something to hold onto. Looking for hope.

“You needed a friend,” you continue, voice barely above a whisper. “Someone to rely on. So that’s what I gave you. Someone to share your burden.”

Finnick exhales sharply. “But I didn’t need that. I needed you.”

The words slip out faster than an avalanche, raw and unfiltered, years of longing condensed into a single breath.

“All I ever wanted was you.” His voice trembles, thick with something you don’t know how to name. His eyes tell the story of a man who has spent years yearning—for someone, for something. For you.

“But you were so busy trying to pick up the pieces—my pieces—that you didn’t even see it.” His voice cracks, frustration bleeding into every syllable.

You open your mouth, but he pulls away before you can even say his name. His brows furrow, bottom lip jutting out as it quivers.

He lets out a short, bitter laugh, shaking his head. “God, do you even know what it’s like? To watch the person you love put every part of themselves into fixing you, while you’re just standing there, screaming inside because all you want is for them to see you?”

“Finnick—”

“No.” His voice is sharp, but his hands are shaking. His eyes shine under the glow of the lamp, and you realize, with a painful clarity, that he’s been holding this in for so long.

“I spent years—not months, years—asking you to love me,” he says, voice breaking. “Not whatever the fuck this was. You. Like before. Like when we’d play by the shore and pretend to be a knight and a princess. When we’d eat Mags’ horrible homemade cookies, swim in the sea every morning, talk about our future like we actually had one.”

He exhales, rubbing a hand over his face, like he’s trying to steady himself.

“But we didn’t,” he whispers. “Because they took it from us. And all I wanted—all I fucking wanted—was for something to stay the same.”

He lifts his head then, looking at you like you are the only thing in the world that has ever made sense.

“But I lost you, too.”

Silence swallows the room.

You open your mouth, but no words come out. Because what do you say to that? To him? To the boy you once knew and the man standing before you now, heart bleeding, waiting for an answer you should’ve given years ago?

His breath shudders. His fingers twitch like he wants to reach for you, but he doesn’t. Not this time.

“I should go,” he murmurs. His voice is quieter now, like the fight is leaving him, like he’s run out of things to give.

And you realize, with a sinking dread, that this might be it. That if he walks away now, he might not come back.

Finnick halts in his tracks when he feels something warm wrap around his wrist, gripping onto him like he’s the lifeline. He turns his head to see you standing behind him, eyes glossy under the dim light.

“Don’t,” you whisper. Your voice is barely there, but it holds him in place better than your grip ever could.

His throat works, his free hand curling into a fist at his side. “Don’t what?” he asks, though his voice lacks the bite it had moments ago.

You don’t answer right away, and Finnick swallows against the thick silence.

“Don’t walk away,” you finally say, voice small. “Not like this.”

He exhales sharply, closing his eyes for a second like he’s trying to collect himself. “What do you want from me?” His voice is tired when he speaks your name, frayed at the edges. “I can’t keep doing this—being halfway to loving you and halfway to losing you.

Your grip tightens around his wrist, like you’re afraid he’ll slip away if you let go. “Then don’t,” you say, and your voice cracks at the end.

Finnick turns fully now, facing you, and the moment his eyes meet yours, something inside him breaks all over again.

“Do you even realize what you’ve done to me?” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. “For years, I’ve wanted nothing but you. And I thought—God, I thought you wanted me too. But every time I got close, you pulled away. And I let you. Because I thought… maybe if I was patient enough, you’d see me the way I saw you.”

Tears burn in your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. “Finnick, I—”

“I loved you,” he says, cutting you off, his voice rough. “I love you.”

The confession is not soft. Not romantic. It’s raw, scraped bare, ripped from somewhere deep inside him. And it hangs between you, heavy and unshakable.

His chest rises and falls with uneven breaths, eyes locked onto yours like they hold his last hope. “Tell me the truth,” he whispers. “Did you ever love me?”

The words slam into you, breaking down every wall you’ve built. And suddenly, it all spills out.

“Of course I did,” you breathe, your voice cracking. “I always did. But you—you were hurting, Finnick. You were drowning, and I thought if I reached for you, I’d just pull you under with me.”

His face twists, eyes dark with something unreadable. “You don’t get to decide that for me,” he says, shaking his head. “You don’t get to choose how much of myself I give to you.”

“I know,” you whisper. “I know. And I’m sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought…” You squeeze your eyes shut, inhaling shakily. “I thought if I stayed close enough to keep you safe, but far enough to not make things worse, then maybe… maybe we’d be okay.”

Finnick lets out a quiet, broken laugh, running a hand through his hair. “And how did that work out for us?”

You press your lips together, looking away. It didn’t. It never did.

Another beat of silence.

“What now?” he asks, and it’s not a challenge. Just a question.

Your fingers twitch around his wrist. “I don’t want to keep hurting you,” you whisper. “I don’t want to be another thing you have to survive.”

Finnick studies you for a long moment before he gently pries your fingers from his wrist, only to intertwine them with his own. His grip is firm. Grounding.

“You never were,” he murmurs. “You were the only thing keeping me afloat.”

Your throat tightens, tears slipping down your cheeks before you can stop them. “I–”

He shushes you softly, brushing his thumb across your knuckles. “Just… be here now,” he says, voice softer than it’s been all night. “With me.”

And for the first time in years, you do.

You stay.

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Nightfall (5)

Vampire! Billy Russo x Female Reader

Part 1// Part 2// Part 3// Part 4

Warnings: Smut, oral (f), orgasm denial, angst, brief mentions of torture and death.

A/N: Friendly reminder that if you want to see more of something you need to interact with it, and not in a detached way.

Shit, you were gonna beg him.

There was a twisting in your stomach, screaming for pleasure, quaking at the concept of his touch- of his fucking tongue.

You make an annoyed grunt, dropping your fork, hearing it clatter on the porcelain plate.

You press both hands to your face, trying to think about something else- anything else- other than him.

It doesn’t work, you try to think about escape, and the reminder of his teasing smile pops up in response.

Your hands move up, and into your hair, gripping it hard, trying to stop this burning, this heavy desire to submit to him, beg for him, come for him.

Him, him, him.

You pull on your hair harder when your mind jumps to thoughts of his cock, the way it looks as it’s slipping into you, filling every inch of you.

The reminder is so potent you almost cum from just the fucking memory.

This was it.

You were going to give in.

You stand, angry, turning to his room. He’d left you behind to have a shower while you ate breakfast, and you were going to get on your knees and beg for him the moment he stepped out.

A knock on the door stops you cold in your tracks.

You turn, wide eyed, staring at the door.

Another knock, calm and cool and perhaps a little impatient.

Do you open it? Definitely not.

You hear Billy call out to you from the bedroom.

“Can you get that for me?” he asks.

“Okay.” You murmur softly, knowing that he hears you.

You unlock the door cautiously, pulling it open.

The first thing you see is a broad chest. Tilting your head up, you find a handsome man staring back at you. His nose is slightly crooked, probably having been broken one too many times.

Instinctively, your training kicks in, you wait a few moments, eyes locked on him in a silent challenge. He doesn't breathe, his body perfectly still, making a quiet assessment of you as you do him.

“You the hunter?” He finally says, his voice deep, an air of danger wrapped around him.

“Maybe.” You finally say, taking a step back, widening the door to let him step in.

Behind him, is a very beautiful woman. She's got flowing brown hair, that makes you think of hot chocolate on a cold night.

She smiles at you, and you feel a soft shock go through your body at how stunning she really is.

She introduces herself as Maria, with a hand outstretched you reach to shake it, subtly pressing your fingers to her wrist, feeling a pulse. 

You supply your own name, wondering if this was the paired couple Billy had told you about.

Billy walks in a second later, a towel on his shoulder, while he scrubs at his hair.

You blink, looking away for a second, remembering how just moments ago you were about to crawl begging to him.

Your ears hum, you realise there’s a silent conversation happening between the two supernaturals in the room. You press your teeth together, trying not to lash out at the rudeness before knowing anything.

Billy says your name, introducing his friend, Frank to you. You can’t help sizing him up.

You definitely could not take him in a fight.

There’s power to him, just like Billy, a charge in the air around him that warns you, he would not be messed with. Where Billy might toy with you playfully, he would exterminate you if you so much as moved in a way he didn’t like.

“I asked Maria to help you find some things for the event next week, and anything else you might want.” Billy explains smoothly looking at you.

You incline your head, looking at him. Petra, the vampire at the club, had told him of a date, time and place of an auction for vampires wanting to get high quality blood from humans.

You’d initially thought it would be similar to human trafficking, but Billy had informed you, that the method of gathering humans was something more coercive in nature.

If that many humans had actually gone missing, lots of people would notice, so instead, these organisations had found shady ways to force people into debt, just so that they would benefit from it. 

Learning that, had made you wonder whether your organisation knew about it. You think if they did know, they wouldn’t stand idly by.

.

You'd been very surprised that Billy had intended for you to go with Maria alone. You'd stared at him in quiet disbelief when he'd said it, and he'd met your gaze evenly.

This had to be a test, no doubt he would be following you from afar or something waiting for you to try escaping.

But as you swipe through gauzy lingerie, the absence of feeling watched puzzles you.

Some of these pieces were really cute, you pause to examine a gauzy soft blue set covered in little hearts. You give it a frown, thinking that it wasn’t too bad.

Billy had handed you his credit card before you’d left, not even saying a word to you about it. You’d been debating the right way to use it- should you just buy as much stuff as you could? Or barely buy anything but the essentials? 

In all honesty, you doubted he even cared. An immortal like him probably had more money than he knew what to do with.

Still, you stick to the essentials, your training demanding you pick functionality over anything you might really want.

When Maria watches you touch something gently for the fifth time, she finally speaks up about it.

“That’s cute.”

You blink, glancing at her before your eyes go back to the item in question- a sparkly red keychain in the shape of a heart. It would look nice with the tiny designer bag you’d been looking at earlier, one that was definitely not functional.

Shopping like this was unfamiliar to you, to desire something and be able to have it was definitely not an experience you’d had before.

“It’s a trinket.” You respond to her, moving on to look at something else.

“It might look pretty with that bag I saw earlier. The pink one.”

You make a hum of disinterest.

“How long have you and Frank been together?” You ask instead.

She tilts her head, turning away, and you acknowledge that your question might have come off rudely.

“Seventy years in November.” She answers, and you freeze, turning to study her with a look of confusion.

She doesn’t look up at you, examining a silk bra instead.

“How is that possible?” She couldn’t be older than thirty-two.

Maria’s gaze is kind as she finally looks at you, a little bit of amusement in the corners of her eyes.

“The bond prolongs my life.” She says, her eyes darting to study a woman walking by, “There are many things shared between us.”

“Like what?” You question, intrigued.

Maria smiles, turns back to look at you.

“That’s our secret, but it’s different for each bond anyway.”

You nod, turning away, a little miffed that you hadn’t gotten a straight answer from her.

“When did you find out… about him?”

“Um, maybe a few months into knowing each other? It did happen kind of fast. Frank had a… reputation… that sort of made me a target.”

You want to ask her what type of reputation, but you don’t think she'd be very forthcoming with the details. You assume it's related to whatever Billy’s involved in.

You study the silk robes, tracing your fingers over the soft material and sighing longingly.

“And… you don't have a problem with him being…”

“Different?” She finishes for you.

You hum in affirmation, trying not to argue with the word she chose. He wasn't just different, he was dangerous, deadly, bloodthirsty. It was like having a snake in bed beside you that could take you out at any given moment if you angered it just enough.

“I've seen throughout the years more humanity in him than in actual living people.”

Your first instinct is to disagree, yet there's a hope that spins inside of you, that maybe she was right.

You exhale, shaking your head, confused about what you wanted.

You put it out of your mind for now, deciding to focus on the mission at hand, and put your feelings aside the way you were trained to do.

It works up until you step through the doors of his apartment, and your eyes meet his.

Maria happily jumps into Frank’s arms, while Billy calmly approaches you.

You place some of your bags down, reaching into your back pocket for his credit card.

“Did you get everything you wanted?”

You nod, a swollen feeling in your throat as you extend the card to him.

He glances down at it, and then back at you.

“Keep it.” He murmurs, turning away.

You pause for a second, unsure of what to do, pocketing the card so that you can leave it on his nightstand or something.

“When is the rest coming?” Billy asks.

“The rest?” You question.

Maria looks over at Billy, having overheard the question.

“That's everything.” She says to him.

He pauses, turning to look at her. You watch the exchange, feeling very confused.

“That's it?”

Maria gives him a slow nod.

He pauses, before glancing at you. You get the feeling that you're missing something important, but you can't figure out what.

You glance away, pretending to study the microwave as if it’s just said something gravely important to you while you can feel his eyes on you.

“I appreciate your help, Frank, Maria.” Billy says, and in your peripherals, you see him approach them, patting Frank on the back, and leaning in to press a kiss to Maria’s temple.

It’s an amount of affection you weren’t expecting to see, and when Frank approaches you, you stiffen automatically.

He extends a hand, and though his gesture is friendly, his eyes are warning you not to make the wrong move.

You swallow, shaking his hand, returning his firm grip with one of your own, and then he slides right past you, allowing his arguably better half to bid you goodbye as well.

Maria is much warmer, despite the cold way you treated her today, and it makes you feel like a jerk, to have kept her at arm’s length.

“Goodbye.” You say softly, and she gives you a knowing smile, before she’s out the door.

You wait a beat, because you know Frank can probably still hear any words you decide to speak.

“I feel bad,” You finally say, “I wasn’t the nicest to her today.”

“Don’t worry,” Billy murmurs, “She understands.”

Your shoulders drop, in hopes that you would get another chance to be her friend, picking up your bags and taking them in the direction of the spare bedroom.

“No.” Billy says, his voice echoing clearly through the open room.

You stop in your tracks, rolling your eyes before adjusting your course for his room instead.

He follows behind, and stands at the doorway when you drop the bags in question onto the bed.

“Why didn’t you get more?” He asks, arms crossed studying you.

You glance up at him as you tug a short summer dress out of one bag, preparing to snip the tags off and make it more comfortable to wear.

“More what? I didn't need more.” You answer, feeling defensive all of a sudden.

“Do you have a scissors?” 

“Bathroom. Top drawer. You told me you got everything you wanted. Was that true?”

“What-” You let out a frustrated breath, dropping the dress on the bed, “What does that mean?”

“I wanted you to buy anything you liked, but I get the feeling that you held back a lot.”

You walk to the attached en suite bathroom, grabbing the scissors from where he said it was.

“Because I didn't have more bags?” You pick up the dress, clipping the tags, and any extra labeling that would stick you.

“I was hoping, that you'd try to make this place more like home.”

Your breath stalls in your chest.

“Well it isn't. My home is a secluded base, with four walls and a cot that fits just me, and the water is freezing on mornings but that's better for you anyway. My bed is lumpy and old and sometimes smells like someone died on it but that’s because all the funding goes into medicine for us when we get injured. I’m not some kept woman, that you can just send out and treat nicely whenever it suits you. I’m a soldier.”

You turn away to avoid his gaze. It feels as though he can see right through you in this moment. As if you’ve been pried apart and all the things that make you tick have been exposed.

Carefully, you tug his credit card out of your pocket, placing it onto the nightstand as if it’s a bomb that is going to go off at any given moment.

“I was a soldier too.” Billy finally says.

You blink, reaching for the next dress in the bag to snip the tags off. 

He comes around the bed, gripping your shoulders to turn you to him. You let the dark material fall to your feet as he grips your chin, raising your head to his.

“I was a killing machine long before I had fangs. I would have done anything to serve my cause. You know where that got me? These scars.”

You finally focus on his words, eager to soak in any ounce of himself that he’s willing to give.

“I was captured, tortured, dumped into a shallow grave and left for dead. I clawed my way out, crawled through the forest, bleeding and broken when I was found and changed. Turns out, they knew where I was the whole time and they just didn’t care. Wouldn’t even consider a rescue mission for me and other guys that were caught.”

He shakes his head.

“They don’t care about you. They never have. You’re just another body to them, useful until you’re not and then you’re replaceable.”

You already knew this.

“The cause-”

“-Fuck the cause!” He hisses, his teeth sharpening in anger, “Can’t you see that you matter more?”

You shake your head in denial. He cups your face with both hands, walking you back until you're pressed against his bedroom wall.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. I know you’ve never heard it before so I’ll say it to you now.” His eyes are dark, so human that you almost forget.

“You mean more to me than any fucking ideology. I would give everything up for you.”

“You don’t even know me.” You challenge.

He leans in, kissing you harshly, mouth tingling at the feeling of his lips on yours.

“I know enough.”

He kisses you again, and again, moaning into your mouth, drinking your breathy sighs eagerly.

You raise a hand, hanging onto his shoulder, letting yourself surrender to this feeling… a wholeness that you can’t fathom.

“You don't know anything about me, you filthy, fanged bloodsucker.” You grunt between kisses.

He laughs into your mouth, his hand fisting a handful of your hair.

“I know you like warm blankets, and you mumble in your sleep, and what your cunt tastes like, and how wet you get for me anytime you so much as look in my direction.”

You bite down on his bottom lip in retaliation and he groans.

He spins you, the front of your body against the wall now, cheek pressed to the cold concrete, your hands pulled behind your back and held there by his hand on your wrists.

“I know that you like to stop and smell the flowers on display anytime you walk past a flower shop, and that you'd go out of your way to step on a crunchy leaf.”

“You know that cause you're a fucking stalker.” You grunt, feeling him lean in, delight spreading through you when he licks across your cheek.

He tugs at your shirt, exposing your neck, he kisses over your bite scar gently, and you shudder as bliss moves right through you, forcing your toes to curl.

“You know why you like it when I kiss you here?” He emphasizes his words by pressing his lips softly to the silvery scar in question. Your eyes roll back in your head, drawing in a breath, desperately searching for sanity.

“It's where we first connected, where you first let yourself be vulnerable for me.”

You grunt, feeling anger and desire roll inside of you.

“And when were you ever vulnerable?” You shoot back, opening your eyes to peer back at him.

He releases your wrists and you turn to face him, a smug look of satisfaction on your face for having made a decent argument.

You're taken aback a little when he pulls his shirt off, tossing it onto the bed behind him.

“Here.” He reaches for your hand, pressing it to the center of his chest.

Your eyebrows draw together, moving your hand a little to study the spot right in the center of his chest. Sure enough, there's a silvery mark, just like yours, in the shape of a star.

Where you stabbed him, you realise, back in your other apartment, when you’d pressed the stake to his chest and he’d pulled you closer. That, was his first vulnerable moment with you. 

You lean forward, wondering why you never noticed it until now, and it’s probably because you weren’t even looking, that all of his other scars, had done a good job at hiding this one.

You press your lips to it, you can feel the vibration of his long winded groan against your lips. For the first time, you not only feel like his, but he also feels like yours.

“You could have killed me then, and I might have died peacefully to escape the torment of wanting you.”

You reach up, pressing your hands to each side of his maddening face to pull him into a kiss, pressing your tongue into his mouth at the first moment you can.

Billy groans, picking you up easily, legs wrapped around his hips, walking you to the bed before he drops you into the middle, halfway on your bags.

He pulls your shirt up, and you let him, not wanting to be far from his mouth at all, the tips of your fingers tracing his scars as you feel your passion mirrored by him.

He kisses over your chest, gripping your wrists to pin them beside your head, before you know it, your hands are restrained by something else.

He’s used the scarf on the designer bag you’d bought to tie your wrists together above your head, the silk has no give, and he’s knotted the fabric so securely that there’s no hope of freeing yourself on your own.

Your jeans is unbuttoned next, tugged down your legs, and then he grips your delicate underwear with his teeth and tugs harshly until you hear it rip.

Thank god, you think, as he settles his body between your legs, his mouth leaving cool kisses on the inside of your thighs. You mewl, pressing your hips up, desperate to feel his magnificent tongue on you.

“God, you’re dripping.” He murmurs, almost too low for you to hear.

He’s careful, pressing his tongue to your clit, your breath catching in your throat as he moans against you.

You sigh his name, as he licks you, speeding up and slowing down to prolong the torment.

You can’t stop the little sounds, which only worsen when you feel him begin to slowly press a lone finger into you, the pace too slow and shallow to be of any real use.

A sob catches in your throat, trying to relax as best you could, unable to stop your hips from undulating against his fingers and tongue. 

He guides another finger into you, and you shudder, desperate to feel the bliss he’s capable of, after not having him for so long.

“Don’t come.” He orders, lips wrapping around your clit, sucking gently, before he pauses to watch you.

“I can’t-” You cry, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes with the way it stings to deny yourself. 

You can feel the mess you make, of yourself, approaching your high too slowly for your liking.

You gasp when he withdraws, body shaking as you watch him undo his belt, pushing his pants down to free his leaking cock.

He’s so thick, the reminder of what he can do with such a glorious appendage makes you clench with need.

He grips your thighs, pulling your body against his, and you gasp when he ruts his cock against your swollen bud.

“That’s it, baby, feel me.”

You nod eagerly as he lines himself up with your entrance.

You suck in a deep breath, and he smiles proudly down at you as he presses his cock in.

You’re quite loud, unintentionally so, and you maybe feel a little ashamed of sounding so desperate, but the very feeling of him pushing into you, filling you right up to the brim and holding himself there for a long, shaky moment, is enough to have you clenching around him, on the verge of orgasm.

Billy reaches for you, grips your jaw, giving you a proper shake to get your attention.

“Don’t.” He warns, his eyes are the colour of ruby gems, “Not tonight.”

You suck in a sharp breath. He wasn’t going to let you come tonight?!

You begin to wriggle in protest, he reaches down to pin your hips in place, sliding his cock out, to ease himself back in.

“You feel so good baby- fuck-” He leans in to press his mouth to yours, his tongue claiming you boldly.

“Suffer with me.” He begs against your mouth.

You’re not sure what he means, but you nod, forehead to forehead, his cock swollen and heavy inside of you, tears of want in your eyes and yet you nod like a fool when he tells you no.

You pant when he moves, barely able to control yourself, you breathe in his musky scent, letting everything about him overpower you.

He growls, delivering one harsh thrust that makes you cry out, holding himself there for long moments, making you wish he would just put you out of your misery.

You struggle, trying to tug your arms free, deciding instead to place your bound hands over his head, gripping his hair in your hands.

His hands tighten on your hips, the pain of his grip only adding to your pleasure.

He moves slowly, out of rhythm, keeping you balanced right on the edge of pleasure and torment. 

When the denial is too much, you pull his hair hard, hearing him grunt out a laugh, understanding the message you’re trying to convey.

He withdraws slowly, and you swear the emptiness will destroy you.

You pant, looking up into his dark eyes, demanding an explanation. 

He releases the hold on your hips, leaning in to kiss you softly.

He noses at your neck, and you tilt your head reflexively to give him the space he needs to feed from you.

You feel him shake his head against you, nose dragging softly.

“Please.” You whisper, wanting to feel his teeth pierce your skin.

His teeth settle on your neck, a low groan leaves him, before he bites.

He’s quick about it, your skin only starting to sting and throb when he’s two mouthfuls in.

He hums around a swallow, before withdrawing, pressing the fabric of his shirt into your wound.

“I can taste the frustration in your blood, poor thing.” He murmurs, lifting his shirt to lick at the open wounds.

“But god, you still taste so fucking good.”

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Babysitting

(Agatha Harkness x fem!reader)

Summary: Agatha—your long time neighbor and crush—agreed to take on the tiring job of watching Wanda’s twins for the weekend. Of course she needs some way to de-stress.

Warnings/tags: no smut, just a couple of minor nsfw moments

Notes: Hiii !! This is my first ever post so I have almost no idea how this works or if this is any good… but wtv :)

If you have any tips or suggestions pls share them but also if you have any reqs or ideas (aus, plots, characters, etc) PLEASE tell me !!

Anyway, I hope you like this short, silly little thing <33

It was eight thirty at night. On a Friday. And, for some reason, Agatha Harkness was incessantly dialing you.

For a few years now, you and Agatha had been nextdoor neighbors—to her left—in Westview. It was the perfect town. Almost like living in a sitcom. But, the best part about it was her. You were always over at her house or inviting her over for a glass of wine, talking for hours about anything and everything. She was witty, sarcastic and quite confident—although it definitely worked for her. Each time you two hung out, you felt a familiar flutter in your chest and when she smiled that damn smile a heat between your legs. Plus, you could’ve sworn she was flirting with you. Each time you were together, you’d hear some variation of:

“What a pretty little thing you are… how has someone not scooped you up yet?”

“Well, don’t you look beautiful today? Is this all for me, love?”

“I swear, no one in this neighborhood has any sense of style other than the two of us, doll.”

In that same low, almost gravely, beautiful voice. You figured that was just how she acted around everyone. You just… weren’t quite used to it.

Anyway, you weren’t entirely sure why your neighbor would need your help… especially this late at night. Due to your little crush—and god, that felt so high-school to say, but there really was no better explanation—that you’d been harboring for some time now, your mind was wandering to non-safe-for-work places. But of course it wasn’t that. At least you figured it couldn’t be that.

…And of course it wasn’t (to your dismay). Agatha sounded either like she was about to crush something or start screaming when you finally picked up after the third ring.

“Hi, hon, I need you to come over to Wanda’s house. To the right of mine. I’m… well, i’m having some trouble with the twins. If I don’t have another sane adult to talk to, I will lose my shit. Don’t ask, okay?”

She said quickly, leaving no room for you to argue (not that you would have anyway). Your only question was: why Wanda’s house? And what was Agatha doing with the twins?

Even despite the questions swirling in your mind, you packed up your purse and headed over to Wanda’s house, only a few doors down from yours. As per usual, the lawn was perfectly manicured, nicely trimmed shrubs leading up the pathway to the entrance. You always wondered how she managed to keep it so perfect.

Anyway, after ogling at her house, you knocked on the door and patiently waited for it to open. The only cue that someone was coming was the quick, loud footsteps racing to the door… faster than anyone’s normally should be. Before you could even begin to question what that was about, the door swung open and you saw Tommy standing there, looking up at you. He just… stood and blinked for a second.

“Aunt Agnes! There’s a girl here, what do I do?”

He called out, turning back to look at Agatha… who was walking down the stairs, her normally perfectly kept—and absolutely stunning—dark brown hair was tied up into a messy bun. She was wearing black jeans and a purple sweater over a purple button up with her classic locket pin. And god damn, it shouldn’t be legal for anyone to look this good in that outfit.

She rushed up to the door when she saw you, finally taking a deep breath. Before you could open your mouth to say anything, she is whisking you inside, her arm around your shoulder and the other rubbing your arm. Her hands were warm, and her grip on you was firm. The feeling of her gangly caressing your arm made the butterflies in your stomach flutter for just a second.

“Thank gods you’re here. These kids are going to be the death of me.”

She hissed at you, guiding you into the kitchen so she could at least hide behind a wall and make sure the twins couldn’t hear her—and, really, even disheveled she still looked hot. Distractingly so.

“Wanda and Vision are away for the weekend. They asked me to babysit—god knows why—and did not tell me how goddamn energetic their kids are. I swear to god they’re running on endless batteries.”

She huffs, leaning against the counter opposite to where you’re standing. For a second, you look down to the way her arms look with the sleeves of her purple sweater pulled up. But you quickly pull your eyes back to hers. You’re here to help, not to ogle.

“And… you called me why, exactly?”

You ask, crossing your arms like hers, mirroring the position on the opposite counter.

Agatha just smiles back at you, the grin on her face nothing short of devilish.

“Well, doll, you must know I think you’re quite a… beautiful girl, right?”

She asks, standing off of the counter, looking down at you just a little due to the height difference. You only nod in response.

“Right, so… I figured you could help me… de-stress. I’ve got the boys playing hide and seek and their bedtime is at 9. It’s…”

She glances down at her watch.

“It’s 8:45. Fifteen more minutes, then they’ll be fast asleep… and we have the house to ourselves. It’s high-time we got a little girls time.”

She wiggles her eyebrows at you in a way that tells you she isn’t just asking you to play truth or dare and try an ouija board. For a second, you look as confused as Tommy had when he first opened the door, just blinking at her, your face already hot thinking about what that could possibly mean. What you want it to mean.

“What?”

You ask simply, shaking your head in disbelief. She takes a step closer.

“Listen, hon, do you think i’ve missed the way you stare at me whenever I come over for a glass of wine? I’m not an idiot, darling.”

She laughs, still smirking at you.

“And we both know you understand what i’m asking.”

She is… blunt. That’s for sure. You never expected a call for babysitting help would result in… this. You never even thought this was a possibility. You open your mouth to say something but, before you can, she cuts you off again, coming closer and snaking her hand around your waist, causing a shiver down your spine and a flush to your cheeks.

“By all means, tell me to stop. We can forget about all of this if you want to. I just get the sense that you don’t want to, hm?”

She gingerly tilts your chin up slightly, and by the way she looks at you, you’d guess she’s examining each and every detail of your face. Like she’s trying to memorize the view.

“Right.”

You quickly nod. Agatha smile turns wider, and she grips your waist slightly tighter, pulling you in closer to her while simultaneously holding you against the counter. Her other hand moves from your chin to your neck, and she begins gently running her hand through the hair there, smiling as she does. For a moment, you just stand there like that, her body pressed against yours, tracing light patterns onto your waist, looking down at you like… well, like prey.

“I- I just didn’t think… you would ever think of me that way.”

You stutter, shaking your head as you look at her. She cocks her head to the side as if you’d just asked her for the answer to an obvious question.

“Oh, love, i’ve been flirting with you for months now… was I not obvious enough?”

She asks, laughing quietly, leaning down to speak closer to your ear.

“Anyway, that’s exactly what I was hopping to hear, darling… Although i’m hoping to hear a lot more coming from you later tonight.”

She mutters, leaning in closer to you with a smirk, so that your lips are almost touching. You can feel her breath against your face, smell her perfume—something floral, but woody—and feel the ghost of her lips against yours. Your heart is beating out of your chest and all you want is for her to pull you in just a little more… but she doesn’t. Instead, she drops her hand down to your hip and whispers in your ear again,

“Ten more minutes until the boys bedtime. Then i’ll have my way with you, hon.”

She practically purrs, gripping your hip just a bit tighter, running her lips from your ear down your neck, brushing over your pulse point just enough to make you shiver…before suddenly letting go and walking away as if nothing had happened, a smug smile on her face.

“Meet me in the guest room in ten, doll.”

Still, your heart was beating, your face surely flushed scarlet red by now. You missed her touch. The way she gipped your hip had you clenching around nothing already… and this time none of it was fantasy.

By the time you’d finally got a grip on the situation, you were already walking around to find the guest room. Just to help Agatha de-stress, of course.

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Before You Leave Me

Inspired by Before you leave me by Alex Warren.

Also read on Ao3

Darling, handle me with care Cover me in bubble wrap. I'm scared you really mean it That you're never coming back

It's been a few years since they defeated Vecna, the two of them growing closer until they became more. The two of them using the government checks to rent a house just outside Hawkins; They were still close enough for the kids if they needed anything. Things were going too well, he didn't expect the other shoe to drop so soon. Steve walked up the drive, staring at the bags settled beside the open van, a few more at the foot of the patio steps. Eddie coming through the propped door with a single bag. He pauses seeing Steve standing there, a smile stretching across his face.

See your bag right by the stairs So I guess you already packed No, I can't change your mind But how could you leave just like that?

"Stevie!" Steve looks at the bags and then up at Eddie standing on the patio. He had just returned after going into town for a few things. Nothing perishable at the moment that he would need to focus on.

"What... What's going on?" Eddie grins widely and rushes up to him, kissing him.

"We got a deal. The boys and I, they want us in California tomorrow so we gotta head out today." Steve blinks at him. He can't go now. He has his job at the hospital, and he was about to start his EMT program.

"Are you coming back?" Eddie's smile drops, he looks around, glancing into the house that has been theirs. The worn out couch, the pictures and hand drawn artwork that Will had made for them on the wall just inside their entryway. Visible from where they're standing. He stretches his arms out in an 'i don't know' motion before looking back at Steve.

"I... don't know. I need this, Stevie." Steve nods. He understood, he knew Eddie would eventually leave this town, Steve just had hoped they would've been leaving together. He walks around him and heads inside to their kitchen, grabbing a mug and pouring some water from the fridge. Eddie following behind him and leaning against the counter looking at him.

"Stevie...?" He sets his mug in the sink and smiles at him.

I'm not ready to let you go So just give me one more night Hold me like you're still mine Oh, love me for right now before you leave me

"Wanna take a nap? You just took all that time packing, might be good to nap before you hit the road." Eddie gives him an odd look. Giving a nod before Steve takes his hand and leads him to the bedroom; the two of them falling into the bed, Steve wrapping himself around Eddie like he does for sleep; keeping his ear against his chest listening to his heart as Eddie threads his fingers through his hair.

I know it's gonna hurt Oh, Love me for right now I'm so used to getting damaged

"I'm not saying goodbye, Stevie. We're gonna meet up again, you can't get rid of me that easily." Steve chuckles a bit sadly. Blinking rapidly to try and keep the tears at bay. He wouldn't blame Eddie if he never returned. He already said he didn't know and Steve's life is here, even when the kids are all gone. He's not meant for other places. Eddie hums something random as Steve begins to fall asleep, his fingers gripping Eddie's shirt in a death grip.

Won't you stay a little longer Even if it's all pretend? And maybe by the mornin' I'll be ready for the end.

When Steve wakes in the morning, he stretches his arm out, the sheets cold and he grips the sheets in a second death grip that evening. Feeling the tears well up before he sits up and looks outside to see the orange and pinks of a sunset that should be beautiful. He was used to people leaving, he had really hoped that Eddie wouldn't have been one of them. He sees a note on the nightstand and reaches over for it, reading the messy scrawl from Eddie, saying they'll meet again sooner rather than later and that he loves him. Steve sighs heavily and rests his head back on Eddie's pillow, watching the sunset as he resigned himself to the new chapter in his life without Eddie.