#they still wanted to take my only heat source away because it gets a bit chilly in one corner of the room

[david-watts]

I’m actually so pissed off at that like. it started when I was a kid because I would get anxious and have nausea as a physical symptom so I’d mention feeling sick whenever something potentially anxiety-inducing came up but never actually threw up and that got labelled me a hypochondriac. at age four. and at age seven I’d do shit for attention. I suspected I had asthma and was overdramatic about it and I was RIGHT to think so but I got labelled a liar. and a hypochondriac. I’d be in pain? I’d feel sick on a near-constant basis because I was developing severe mental illness and also there was someone, possibly through actual government instructions, though partially because she was a total cunt of a human being, literally persecuting me (and others) on a near-daily basis. so I’d often feel ill. that was of course considered ‘hypochondria’ even though literally what was that meant to be? fuck’s sake. and then when I like. started going ‘hey I think there’s something wrong with my body’ I’d get told to stop overreacting. and then! I started actually getting problems noticed and like. I’d get told to push through it. how do I push through a spine injury that left me bedridden for days? if I’m not given the time of day to figure out what’s wrong with me of course I’m gonna try searching online for solutions and inevitably be wrong the first couple of times! oh, what’s that? you definitely have ptsd and adhd? oh that’s what those symptoms are! wait, what, you’re saying that I can’t possibly have those problems...? despite having the exact same symptoms as you? considering that these are the same people that insist every winter that I have reynauld’s never checking that I wasn’t experiencing literal frostbite because my grandpa had it I ought not to be surprised... it’s the default reaction. way to ignore everything. just call the problem a liar and have done with it knowing you’ve done ‘all you can’

[gravesdept]

♡　＃　𓂃 Imagine you being vladimir makarovs right hand man — who he tolerates just a bit more than his other lapdogs, maybe he even lets you speak down to him, informs you on plans you have no business being in on, and lets you push his buttons.

everyone wonders whats just so special about the man whose always by makarovs side, he wonders so just as well as you both take hefty puffs off an old cigar that use to be stashed away in the back of his desk, its awfully hot in the room he thinks looking from the window back towards you who, well, is leaning just a couple inches astray from his face.

from this angle he cant see anything but the light at the end of the cigar, the room of his office fairly dark being only illuminated by light from the skyscrapers windows.

it takes a minute before you pass him back the almost dull blunt, it ends up sitting between his fingers for a bit as he trudges through his thoughts, “this situation is risky, boy, you know that righ’?” although he speaks clearly enough you cannot wrap your head around what he is implying

“not sure I understand.”

at that he puts the cig out on the desk resorting to just crossing his arms “this I mean, us, your not so subtle soldier.” he looks you dead in the eyes now, a look that youve seen men be killed for even witnessing.

its silent and almost peaceful in this small pocket of time “mm wasnt tryin’ to be subtle sir,, y’know pinning after you is no easy task.” you’d say jokingly if the man infront of you hadn’t killed many men whose ranks had rivaled yours in status, instead you stay quiet choosing to move all the bit closer to him in thought, hands resulting to rest in your jacket pockets.

“i could kill you, have you lit on fire for even thinkin such thoughts about me — yet you would just keep coming back, even offering to stand by my side like some kind of lacky in love.” he spits with just a hint of venomous tone “it repulses me even thinkin about it; hey, you fuckin’ in love with me solider?”

the scowl thats always reaching on his pretty face returns just once as he stands straight from leaning on the desk, hes still shorter than you and it only adds to his fuel.

“no m’not, hows that? was it satisfying enough for you?” a lie you half think about closing the distance between you two, but the metal that gets pressed up against your skull is enough assurance to halt the bare thought of movement.

his eyes search yours once more and before you know it your back is being pressed firmly against the desk.

maybe its the sensation from being high or just the adrenaline from this damn heat but you feel very obligated to wrap a hand around the hand thats holding up your ender, again its the post blunt high thats making you see things because his hand totally doesn’t falter when you touch it and it for sure doesn’t let you lower the gun either.

yeaaaa who laced the cigar because his facial expression isn’t in a scowl anymore its almost distraught watching you maneuver the gun to sit behind on the desk, his voice stoping you temporarily “not any further soldier, you’re messin w’ my fuckin head right now, and thats not what you want.”

the look you give him is deafening and its filled with something he cant source.

“what.. are you to decide what I want, are y’ afraid that i might break you?” you’re pushin it yet there it is again that same scowl just a bit deeper than before. its like your a fucking ticking bomb thats just wanting to explode “i'm jus’ waitin for your permission sir, to let me have you”

in another universe you might have been killed at the spot and brutally beaten until unrecognizable.

“do what you’ want, but you'd better make it damn good or i'll have to kill you.” he says backing up until his legs hit his office chair the sqeaking reminding the both of you where you just so happen to be at this hour.

but that is the last thing you’d have ever thought to hear from this oh so difficult man.

note ;; chat am I cookin even though this kind of out of charcter? ,, I keep blue balling cause I really cant write full fics but we getting there also requests will be opening soon, my messages are open right now if anyone wants to thirst tho.

[pedge-page]

Maybe Preggo needs a pedicure? Or help shaving??

how about both!

Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: Spa Day

Warnings: thigh fucking, some degrading language, a bit of m masturbation, use of razors to shave, Daddy/Mommy used lightly

18+ ONLY

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Joel is sitting on the edge of the tub as you prop your calf over his thigh. His heavily pregnant wife has her hair in a turban, green minty mud mask slopped over your face. You’re leaned back so far trying to spread your legs that your chin is just right above the soapy waterline. 

“I told you, you need to get IN the tub to shave my ass.”

Joel’s got your fancy scented shaving cream and a 5 blade razor in one hand, his trousers soaked from suds and bath water as you continue to squirm around trying to get comfortable. This whole ordeal is taking way longer because he doesn’t want to accidecanlly knick you, but you keep moving without forewarning him!

“I don’t understand,” he huff for the third time. “Why do I need to shave your pussy and ass, if you’re getting a PEDICURE?”

Did feet spa evolve into something that he wasn’t aware of?

“You don’t. But I haven’t shaved in a long time and I need my legs shaved for my pedicure. And while I’m at it, might as well do the whole thing.”

“You mean, while I’M at it.”

“Yes exactly!” you say, all giddy that he’s finally getting it now.

He leans back to get a view of where he might be working between your legs.

“It’s all soap. I can’t see a thing.”

You roll your eyes and throw your leg off him. His shirt wrinkles from the soapy fingers that grip it tightly as you pull him down to you. So much so that he’s lurching for the other end of the tub to hold himself from tumbling in.

“Get. In. The. Tub.” You seethe. Why is it so fucking difficult?

He purses his lips, but your eyes don’t back down.

Joel curses under his breath before sitting and stripping his shirt over his head.

You do little hand claps, licking your lips as if you’re getting a tasty treat. Forgetting that this is entirely a different kind of treatment.

 As he shucks off his pants and boxers, now fully naked with his semi hard cock dangling between his legs, you tap your clit and whisper “Settle down, girl,” in hopes of trying to be a good client to your free-worker husband.

Joel clambers in the tub, hissing at the heat of the water. For someone who wants the AC blowing like a winter wonderland in the house, it amazes him that you’re still good with bathing in lava.

He sits his knees up, crammed in such a terribly awkward position since he’s got to get down low. Thankfully the tub is big enough for the two of you to face each other.

“Spread,” he orders you, and you have to clench your fist by your side, easing your nub to stop jumping so excitedly underwater from his voice. You do your best to drape your ankles over the sides of the tub, your lower back comforted by the tub-pillow that Joel had bought you.

The razor glints in his veiny paw. “Daddy has sharp tools in his hand. Are you gonna behave?”

You nod vigorously. 

He aligns himself as close as possible, pushing the bubbles away so he can see under the water. Even with your bump in the way, it’s already difficult to see straight down to the source of your turmoil. His hands gently caress your inner thighs, getting a feel for his working area the same way he does for any detailed project he’s about to take on. Joel got such steady, careful movements when it comes to his craft, but having him look at you like a piece of valuable wood he’s about to carve a beautiful rose into is making you wet in a different way.

He dips the razor below the water and begins to shave away the hair that had been growing between your thighs, over top and around, before making his way to your slit. 

“Isn’t there a better way to do this?” He asks. He’s hesitant, not because he doesn’t think he can do it, but because he doesn’t trust your sporadic brain possibly jumping on him and cutting yourself. 

“Probably,” you snicker. 

He puffs his cheeks but gets back to work, trimming your front neatly in slow movements. If he just focuses entirely on your folds, the slippery traces of your juices evident even through the sudsy water, he can just keep his eyes from drifting up to your bouncing enormous breasts floating happily above.

“Alright, that’s the best I can get. Your ass is just gonna have to…”

You’re already moving like a hippo in the shallows, sloshing the water around as you roll over to your knees and sit up. Your pregnant belly sags heavily towards the water. But you manage to prop your arms over the edge and wiggling your naked butt to him.

He pinches his eyes together with his finger and thumb. THIS is why he didn’t want to get in the tub. Was it over you hurting yourself? A little. Doing reckless shit like this with a baby who could bump its head into the basin? Possibly. 

Having to now sit up to shave your ass, baring his hard cock close enough to you that he won’t be able to keep you placate if you were to turn around?

Yeah.

“C’mon, baby can’t dangle like this all day,” you hum. You sway your hips again enticingly.

You don’t expect the sharp slap to jolt you forward a bit, a gasp falling from your lips as the sound echoes in the bathroom.

You feel his stomach and chest drape over your back, his hot breath steaming over your shoulder. “Told you,” he grumbles. “To behave.” His large hand caress below your bump, helping to hold some of the weight while his other fists his cock and slides its between your thighs.

You bite your lip and moan lightly, eyes closed as he rocks you back and forth on his dick. He doesn’t penetrate, just glides through your thighs, all soapy while his tip nudges your clit each time it punctures through to the other side.

You’re both so wet over each other, warm and dizzy from the steam of the room as he fucks your slit. 

“Just don’t know when to be a good girl.” 

You shake your head. On the contrary, you know EXACTLY when to be a bad girl. 

“Daddy, put it in,” you whine. You can’t take your hands away from the edge of the tub, less you slip and tumble down due to the weight of your baby. 

You feel the rumble of his chest, laughing at your demands. “Bad Mommies don’t get cock up their slutty cunts—“

His voice goes quiet when you arch your back and wail out in pleasure, your clit twitching and thighs quaking with the unmistakable sign of your orgasm washing through you. 

Joel sits back as you heave through your pants. 

“Wow. That was… you needed that, Huh?”

You slowly roll over to you butt safely on the tub floor again, hazily nodding as you come to your senses. You begin to notice Joel’s fist pumping his cock underwater, fully okay with just jerking off as he watches your naked pregnant body covered in soap and dripping wet like a goddess.

“Your turn,” you hum, and Joel grins, parting his legs slightly as you crawl close to him. 

He’s not ready for the super human strength you have when you hoist on of his ankles up in the air, pulling him down until his head dips under water.

 He struggles up and sputters out the nasty taste he inhaled through his nose. “What??”

Joel wipes the soap and water from his eyes and slicks his hair back to see you with a razor in one hand and a deathgrip around his ankle in the other.

“You should shave too. Its just courtesy since they’ll be touching your crusty feet, plus when they put the moisturizer and hot towel and stones on your legs, it won’t get all stuck up in your hair—“

“WHAT are you on about? I’m not getting the pedicure. YOU are!”

But your eyes get all (fake) shiny with (fake) tears, you’re lower lip trembling with a (fake) pout. “You mean,” you hiccup, your voice soft and sad and FUCK if it were anyone else, you’d have them convened with an Oscar worth performance, “you don’t wanna… do it … with me?” 

He’s not falling for it. “That’s Maria’s thing with you.”

Your voice goes straight in a matter of fact tone, foregoing the sad pregnant hormonal voice. “Actually she and Tommy are taking trip up north so she canceled this weekend.”

Joel curses Tommy in his mind for letting such an important detail slip his mind. “Mhm. So I’m her substitute.”

“NooOoo! You’re my husband and you want to do this with me because you love spending time with me!”

Joel narrows his eyes. His cock twitches helplessly between his legs, and it doesn’t seem like you’re inching to give him a hand.

“Now hold still, Mommy has sharp tools in her hands. Wouldn’t want any accidents.”

Your fingers that are wrapped around his foot slowly glaze along his thigh, down below the water, tickling his skin until you’re oh so close to his inner thigh. tensing, he feels your knuckles graze his length.

 And if you behave like a good Daddy, you’ll get your reward.” There’s a sadistic curl to your sweet little grin. 

Joel settles back and closes his eyes as you begin hacking off the forest on his calves. He tries sending a signal to his cock to get comfy, because there’s no way he’s squirming or making any movements while you’ve got a weapon in your hand. He opens one eye to see you happily shaving his legs, splashing water over top so it washes away his clear skin.

He decides he’ll let his little wife play in her sandbox. 

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“Ow-OW-OWW!” Joel shouts. The technician huffs in frustration as he flicks his feet away from her for the 5th time.

You grip his bicep from the chair next to him. “Joel. Calm down. It’s just—“

“She’s cheese grating my feet!”

He’s squirming like a toddler who doesn’t like the feeling of shit up his ass, were it not for the fact that he’s a grown ass man just getting a pedicure. 

You shake your head. “It’s a pumice stone. To remove your calluses. You got so much dead skin on there, because you never come here when I tell you!”

“It’s a cheese grater, and she’s grating my feet off.”

His feet DID need a lot of work. They were dry, always scratching you in your sleep whenever you cuddle up. His legs did look shiny though, thanks to your hard work hunched over the tub shaving. It was the least you could do for the poor lady trying to tend to his hobbit feet.

When the placed the hot stones on your calves, you sighed happily. Joel’s eyes were wide, and when they touched his shins, he screamed.

You giggled under your hand. Yeah, he’s making an embarrassment of himself, shouting and cursing and squirming everywhere because he’s so sensitive. He probably thinks the rest of the women in here are laughing at him and his fragile manhood, his pregnant wife dragging him here to get a pedicure. But you see the looks on their faces, it’s a mix of awe and jealousy to have such a hunk of a man want to do something fun with his wife, so secure in his masculinity. You grab his hand and kiss his knuckles.

He offers you his gritted teeth, lips pulled back as he tries to smile through the pain, all pressed back against the massage chair like he wants to fall behind it, holding in his next shout when she clips his cuticles. 

He’s getting his cock sucked so good tonight, you can’t wait to spoil him.

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[oceantornadoo]

https://www.tumblr.com/oceantornadoo/765094838999859200/okay-but-best-frien-johnny-who-gets-in-your-last?source=share

ooooh but he’ll be so good to you. you’re fussy and uncomfortable and bitching and he’ll lay you on your side and fuck you nice, deep and slow. he’ll hear every instruction even if you don’t articulate, he’ll play with your clit and pet your nipples and somehow not dislodge the heating pad from your stomach. he’ll hold you after, still as a statue and making sure his breathing’s not too loud.

he’ll get his when your cycle turns you into a bitch in heat.

it’s a few days later when your actual period hits, leaving you cramping and miserable. you haven’t had a bad one in a while but this one takes the cake. no matter how much pain reliever you take or how often you switch out your heating pad, the discomfort settles in your bones. price lets you out of training early after simon accidentally knees your stomach, the sensitivity of it frying your nerves as you fall to your knees. johnny tries to pick you up and you shove him off, muttering your thanks to your captain as you soldier your way back to your room.

johnny catches up with you, of course, one hand to your back, lightly massaging the pain away. he forces you into his room, where you see towels down on the bed, something you forgot because of how intense this period has been. a sudden wave of emotion hits you and you choke up, noticeably freezing up in his arms. “‘s it okay? dinnae want ye to worry about messing up the sheets.” you nod, swallowing tears as you climb into his familiar sheets, the fabric a bit rougher because of the towels. “johnny, my-“ he wordlessly hands you a warmed up heating pad. not your regular one, something he must have bought on his own because it’s overly big and smells like lavender. the warmth seeps through your belly and back, a small sigh emitting from your lips as you settle in.

johnny sends a “all ok” text to the task force, then turns off all the lights, closing the shades so the midafternoon light only seeps in slightly. he hears your breathing even out, the rollercoaster you’re on finally coming to a stop. he strips down to his boxers, then climbs into bed, shushing you when you complain about his heat. he lets you find a painless position, something close to fetal, then drapes himself over you, locking you in place. the wave of tiredness hits, and with johnny petting the apple of your cheek, you finally fall asleep.

when you come to, it’s because johnny is leaving the bed and taking your now-cold heating pad with him. “you woke me up.” you grumble, irritation itching under your skin. he doesn’t respond, leaving the room to heat up the heating pad. johnny returns a few minutes later with a blissfully warm pad, tucking it this way and that until it covers all your sensitive spots. “now my sleep schedule’s off, johnny.” he climbs back in with you and bites your shoulder in retort, hands traveling to your pants. “all this an’ yer still bitchin’?” you don’t dignify that with a response. his hands start groping, massaging you this way and that as he pulls down your clothes. “johnny, i’m gross…” he pinches your clit, the wetness already seeping through the towels. “hush an’ lemme fuck ye, leannen. never heard so much whinin’ in ma life.” you feel the tip of his cock prod at your hole, the blood and his ministrations letting him into you easily. he gives you shallow thrusts, tilting you at the right angle so your heating pad stays trapped between you and the mattress. you let out a quiet moan and immediately regret it as he starts preening, spewing bullshit about how he’s your magic cure. his thumb steadily flicks you clit, that familiar feeling building in your core despite the pain. he won’t shut up in your ear. “takin’ me so well, lass.” “keepin’ ya here forever.” and your favorite, “jus’ me an’ ye, hm?” that gets you to clench around his cock, a soft orgasm pulled from your body as he fucks you through it. he takes a few more thrusts and then comes, thankfully in a condom since he knows you already feel gross with the blood. he kisses your cheek as he pulls out, ignoring your whines. johnny leaves and comes back from the bathroom cleaner than he left, two strong hands picking you up and directing you towards his shower.

johnny knows you too well. knows to change the sheets while you shower, giving you alone time to fix whatever period product you’re using and to get as clean as possible without his massive frame taking up space in the shower. when you come out, decidedly less grumpy, it’s to a bed with clean sheets and warm towels, moonlight peaking through his window. johnny throws you on the bed, ruffling your hair while you complain. he dresses you too - the shirt off his back on top of whatever “granny panties”, as you like to call them, you’re wearing, he looks so smug, blue eyes sparkling in the dimly lit room as he pats himself on the back for “curing” your pain. you roll your eyes, tugging him into you as you attempt to go back to sleep. “gonna get you for this, johnny.” he scoffs, placing a kiss to your shoulder. “what are friends for?”

more best friend johnny

[ghost-proofbaby]

It's summer for you, winter for me. Warm me up with strawberry fluff! As always, my muse, your muse, the one and only, Eddie.

Midsummer's night, because I don't have a lot to inspire you with. I'm thinking something cute but weird? Maybe some human body softness where Eddie is a bit of a freak and we love him for it. And we're told our bodies are lovely, even when they're doing weird shit.

I lalalove youuuuu. xo Rhi

RHI!!!! <3 i adore you. thank you for this prompt - i had far too many ideas for it, but ended up on settling for this one, which coincidentally feels like the most subtle of them all? either way, it definitely turned out being the softest. give me an eddie munson who just wants to sniff me like a dog. this definitely got a bit long but i hope you enjoy, my dear <3

the smell of you

warnings: weirdos in love? idk. i have a skewed sense of what is actually weird i think. mentions of death and coffins jokingly. eddie 'manhandles' reader sort of. not edited.

wc: 2.2k+

come enjoy a sweet summer treat with me <3

“Eddie?”

The entire apartment is quiet – too quiet – as you drop your keys into the old crystal bowl on the counter. The clink resonates through the air, louder than the soft murmur of the stereo static you can hear from down the hall. 

“You dead?” you call out again, slipping off your running shoes and tossing down your headphones onto the counter as well now, “Do I need to call the coroner?” 

Your tone is lilted, teasing with airiness as you continue to wander deeper into the apartment and head straight for the room you know Eddie has to be in. Like the waves pulled by the moon, there’s an incessant string tied around one end of your soul that connects you to his, and you follow it all the way down the hallway. The bedroom door is wide open, and you can hear his mumbled yell of a response without clarity before you even cross the threshold. 

You wouldn’t have even needed him to verbally respond to find him in this tiny apartment. You two could get separated on the streets of a bustling city, of a buzzing New York sidewalk, and you still wouldn’t properly lose him. It’s more than just soul ties and his gravity that keeps you pulled to him. 

Something unspoken. Something homely. 

“Sorry, what was that?” you hum as you spy him face-down in the bed, pillow muting him by the mouthful, “Say it one more time, and this time not into the pillow.” 

When he finally properly turns over, he’s a vision. Sleep lines folded into his skin and a bit of drool in the corner of his mouth, eyes squinting in irritation not at you but the sunlight flooding in through the bedroom window. Messy hair, messy shirt, messy everything. A kind of mess you just want to collapse into currently, curling up in all that he is from the day’s exhaustion. 

He’d mentioned wanting to take a nap before you’d left for the gym. Something about the summer heat draining him, trailing off as he’d rambled about how he’d probably thrive as a vampire. 

“I said,” he huffs, sitting up, the frizz of his hair becoming a makeshift halo, “If you call the coroner, request the comfiest coffin possible.”

“Why do you need a comfy coffin if you’re already dead?” 

“You dare deny me of being buried in tempurpedic memory foam? In my hour of need?” 

You roll your eyes as you huff out a little laugh, forcing yourself to turn away from him long enough to strip out of your socks. But just as you reach down for the pieces of clothing, you catch sight of the source of that stereo static flooding the room. 

Your shared record player, spinning a blood red pressing of one of your more recent vinyl purchases. The album has been played through, but the player no longer had an automatic stop mechanism, probably from years of use. 

The center of the record is probably scratched, and Eddie knows it, from how sheepish he looks when you glance over your shoulder at him. 

“Speaking of death,” you walk over quickly, purposefully, before carefully lifting the needle and cutting the static finally, “Care to explain why you’re burning scratches into my Momento Mori vinyl?” 

“I’m sorry,” he quickly apologizes, nearly flinging himself off the bed as he scooches quickly to the end, clearly fully awake now, “I put it on and thought I’d just lay down for a quick second, but then the bed was so comfy, and I thought it wouldn’t hurt to take a quick nap, and then…” he trails off, looking up at you through his lashes with big eyes already pleading for forgiveness, “I’ll buy you a new one. Swear it.” 

It’s impossible to be mad at him when he’s looking like this, inhumanely soft and easily forgiven, “You’re lucky you’re cute, or you really would be dead.” 

He doesn’t respond with words, but instead the outstretch of his hands, fingers flexing as he beckons to you. The needle rests on its perch, the vinyl left behind to gather dust for a few extra moments, as you go straight to him. 

When his palms slip beneath your old t-shirt and meet your skin, they’re pleasantly warm. 

“You were right,” you admit as his knees spread, delegating even more room for you to stand in front of him as your hand wanders to cradle the side of his face, fingers tangling in sweaty curls from his rest. Your thumb mimics his on your own skin instinctively, tracing a large arch right up over his cheekbone, “It’s hot as balls outside.” 

“Told you so,” he murmurs, smiling softly in satisfaction as he leans lazily into your touch. 

“You did,” you agree quietly, half-entranced by his relaxed face, no sight of pride in the room currently. 

He resembles a cat as he continues to preen under your gentle hand, and you almost expect him to start purring right before you find the strength to pull away, removing his hands from where they'd wandered to your lower back. 

One swipe of his finger along your sweaty spine, and you’d remembered what your original intentions had been immediately upon getting home. 

“Wai- Where are you going?” he’s seemingly brought back down to Earth the moment he loses the pattern your thumb had been tracing, the press of your fingertips into his scalp. When he reaches back out to latch onto you again, you take a step back, “Get back here-”

“I need to shower,” you laugh, shaking your head and smacking his hands away as he continues to barter, “I’m all sweaty and smelly, let me go clean up and then we can nap togeth-” 

“You can shower after we nap,” he nearly whines, finally catching your shirt between his fingers and tugging, uncaring for if he stretches the fabric. A small price to pay to have you close to him, “C’mon, sweetheart. I know you’re just as exhausted as I am.” 

You swear you meant to take another step backwards, but somehow, you end up back between his knees, “Did you not hear me, Munson? I stink.”

“Good.” 

He doesn’t give you any time to react – in an instant, he’s throwing his face forward, burying it against your stomach as you let out a gasp and immediately try to pry him away with far too gentle of hands in his hair. 

“Eddie!”

If it were anyone else, you’d probably be mortified. But Eddie just takes a dramatic deep breath in, nose buried just shy of your belly button, and when his shoulders start to shake with muted laughter, you can’t stop the smile from breaking. Your fingers are still twisted in his hair, still pulling back in an attempt to get him away from you, but he’s resilient. 

And all your faux resistance is weak in comparison. Soon enough, you’re back to melting into him. 

Only once you’re relaxed once more, no sign of trying to pull away again any time soon as his hands once more evade the space beneath your shirt to wander up and down your sticky skin without a care in the world, does he lift his face away from you long enough to breathe and speak, “I’ll have you know – I love your stink.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious.” 

“You’re an idiot.” 

“I’m your idiot.” 

The game of banter is cut short when he goes back to pressing his nose into your clothes that surely can’t smell good. No amount of deodorant or perfume could erase that underlying stench of sweat. Hell, the shirt is still a bit moist from it all: from the walk to the gym, from your workout itself, from the walk home. It’d been through the ringer, and you’re back to tugging him away from you. 

“I refuse to believe you like how gross I smell right now,” you reinforce, eyes darting towards the bathroom connected to your master bedroom, “I promise I’ll be quick with the shower.” 

“Baby,” he fights back, wrapping his arms around you securely, no intention of losing this battle, “You remember that time we went to the fair, and you were complaining about how you were sweating, so I tried to lick your face?” 

Your nose scrunches quickly at the memory, “I do, unfortunately.”

“You really think I’d be willing to lick the sweat off your body but be afraid of you smelling a little bad while we cuddle?” his shoulders drop as he looks up at you, head tilted, almost as if amused with the conversation, “What kind of man do you take me for?” 

“The kind that gets off on annoying me.” 

His jaw drops, putting on a fake look of offense before he dramatically throws himself back onto the bed, laying flat as he makes a fist to mimic stabbing his chest, “You wound me.”

You’ve heard those words a thousand times in a hundred different ridiculous voices. You’ve seen this scene enough to have it mesmerized at this point, down to the over-exaggerated pout of his lips and the lingering of the fist against his sternum. 

You never grow tired of it. You never will. 

“Need me to kiss it better?” you joke as you prop a knee up on the bed, following the same script as always. 

And he hits his queue perfectly when he lifts his head eagerly at the expected response, wiggling his brows a bit. “Absolutely. Doctor’s orders, in fact.” 

“Great,” you see an opportunity, and take it, “I’ll get right to it, after my showe-” 

You don’t even get the final syllable of the word off your tongue before he’s clenching his thighs around your own, knees pressing hard before he wraps his legs the rest of the way around your waist to pull you in. A squeak of surprise leaves your lips as you begin to fall forward, but Eddie is quick to break the fall with ease. Catching you with his eager hands, maneuvering for you to half drop to the mattress while some of you still lands atop of him. 

He has you right where he wants you, turning his head to be face to face with you, noses nearly brushing, “Unfortunately, the doc said you have to kiss it better now, or else you’ll be comfy coffin shopping.” 

“A fatal wound?” you gasp, nearly mocking him. It doesn’t offend him – if anything, his boyish grin only grows wider, “First, I’m smelly-”

“Again, I like when you’re smelly.”

“-And then I inflict a fatal wound upon my lover? Oh, how dare I.”

Slowly, all your insecurity of how you currently smell is simply fading. The entire ordeal has become an art of childlike, whimsical jokes – and Eddie is an artist. A professional at the dance, locked and loaded with his incomparable skill set equipped for disarming you this way. The ability to make someone feel loved, imperfections and weirdness aside. 

He likes you, even when you claim you don’t smell your best. And you like him, even when his hair is tangled beyond recognition and one of his socks is half-hanging off his foot from a nap.

You like him when he’s embarrassing you in public, tongue chasing after you with the threat of licking your sweat away, and he likes you when all you can do in response is a weak palm to his chest (that isn’t even making an effort to push him away) as you giggle relentlessly. 

You like each other on the good days, the bad days, the weird days. 

Disarmed entirely, you don’t even notice when his face conveniently slots itself far too close to your armpit as you two scooch further up into the bed. You’re more occupied with the way your legs tangle up, toeing each other’s socks off properly as he slings a heavy arm across your torso. 

“We’re gonna have to wash the sheets,” you mumble, exhaustion catching up as the two of you finally settle. 

He hums absentmindedly, nuzzling into your skin a bit further as he makes himself comfortable. “And wash away your sweet, sweet stink? I don’t think so, sweetheart.” 

“Oh, fuck off,” you laugh, unbothered as your fingers start to trail up and down his back over the t-shirt, smoothing out wrinkles along the way, “I’m serious. We need to change them soon anyways, I think I got crumbs in the bed the other night with those crackers.” 

“Bury me in the crumbs of all your midnight snacks,” he almost slurs, clearly drifting back off. 

You snort in response, relaxing and letting your own eyes shut. Matching all your deep breaths with his own, a million different last words crossing your mind to whisper to the boy you’re sure is once again asleep. 

I love you.

I adore you. 

I would like to spend the rest of my life with you, if you’ll have me. 

And maybe some of those unspoken thoughts slip out without you realizing, because he squeezes you just a little bit tighter, presses his face just a little bit deeper into your skin as his scruff tickles you. 

The only actual thought you can know for certain that you say, though, is, “Do you think they actually make coffins with memory foam inside?” 

To your surprise, even despite the almost-snores that had been escaping him, he answers in a heartbeat. 

“Oh, definitely. We’ll order two.”

[kassiekole22]

Can you do a Syzoth/Reptile x reader, about him telling the reader about things they should know about him & his reptilian form before they date each other? Thank you!!!

Are You Sure?

Picture lightly edited by me.

Description: It takes all the courage in the world to tell Syzoth how you really feel about him. But Syzoth isn't so sure that you can handle a Zaterran as a lover. So he decides to tell you everything you need to know, before taking your relationship to the next level... Warnings: Fluff, Pining, A Small Bit Of NSFW. (For brief mention of breeding.) Word Count: 1.4k A/N: I am sooooo sorry this took so long for me to finish! I've been dealing with some health issues and other personal struggles recently so I've been having a hard time getting things done quickly. But I'm getting better so hopefully that will change soon. I want any other anons to know that I still fully intend on finishing your requests and to other readers, please don't let this discourage you from sending any requests. I love hearing all of your ideas! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this fic. 🖤 MasterList: 🖤 Kassie's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @bihansthot, @katiralovely. (If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

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I slumped down under a shady tree after practicing fighting for a solid two hours. Lord Liu Kang told me the monks would be harsh, but I never expected training to be just as hard as it was. So I sat — the back of my head hitting the bark of the tree as it fell back onto my shoulders — and I let out a tired sigh. My eyes began to fall shut but then the wrestling of tree branches jerked me right awake as I let out a startled gasp. I looked up to find the source of this sudden commotion only to see Syzoth — in his human form — staring down at me from a high branch with a cheeky smile stretching his lips.

"You scared me!" I laughed as I reached an arm up to swat at his feet, which hung down from the branch he sat on.

After responding with a huff of laughter, Syzoth jumped down beside me. He sat down on the ground so close to where I was that I subconsciously held my breath, now very weary of moving in his presence. But not from fear — because it was the closest I had ever been to Syzoth before. The soft touch of his skin touching mine when our elbows brushed together, being engulfed in a cloud of his natural scent, even being able to hear his breath was enough to get my heart beat racing. To say I liked the man was quite an understatement. In my eyes, he was beautiful; I just wish I knew how to tell him that.

"It's so nice out here," he breathed before letting out a relaxed sigh. "I could sit out here for hours."

"Yeah, me too." I agreed, looking in every direction but his. Of course, I wasn't subtle about it — despite trying to be — and he noticed instantly.

"Are you ok?" He asked as his tone dipped softer with more concern.

I simply nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired."

I finally mustered up the strength to look back at him and make eye contact. But as soon as my eyes met those pale green ones, I could feel my cheeks burn with a sudden heat of desire. The expression that grew on his face was much like his tone moments ago: concerned and worried.

'Shit! He notices!'

"Are you alright, (Y/N)?" He asked while placing a hand gently on my own. The sudden contact did not help my rosy completion and I felt my skin burn even more.

I quickly pulled away and nodded my head, "Yes, yes — I'm fine." I assured him. "I just got too much sun today."

It was a good lie and I just prayed that Syzoth was as gullible as I had hoped. He did not answer me after that and for a good moment, peaceful silence had fallen over us and I was glad.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and finally felt myself relax again. Looking up at the sky, I noticed that not a single cloud covered it, allowing the sun to beam down upon us. The birds chirped happily and the butterflies fluttered in the air — watching them helped all of my stresses melt away and bring me to peace. It truly was a perfect day. I let my eyes flutter shut as a cool breeze blew passed us, and then I felt completely comfortable in my surroundings.

That was until Syzoth's voice broke the long-lasting silence...

"(Y/N)," His voice came out serious as he spoke. His sudden change in tone instantly caught my attention and I turned to face the man. "I have a question that I must ask—"

"Ok — what is it?"

"Do... Do you have feelings for me?" He asked hesitantly and almost... Shyly?

I froze as soon as the words came out of his mouth and I instantly felt my cheeks burn with intense embarrassment. The shock I felt was overwhelming and I had absolutely no idea how to respond. I just sat there, thinking deeply about a million things at once.

'Does he know? Am I really that obvious? There's no way! I mean, I've done so well to hide it!... Haven't I?

As humiliating as it was, I knew I couldn't keep the truth from him for any longer. So after heaving a deep sigh to gain just a little more confidence, I spoke my confession: "Yes, Syzoth — I do have feelings for you."

He stared at me with a blank and not so surprised expression for a moment. I felt as if I was under a burning spotlight while under his gaze. Finally — after a moment that felt like a lifetime — he let out a soft sigh. It didn't seem necessarily stressed or disappointed in anyway — it was just a normal huff of air.

"Are you sure? Because — as you know — I'm no ordinary individual. I'm not human like yo—"

"I don't care, Syzoth!" I cut him off as I raised my voice slightly. I didn't mean to come off aggressive in any way — I was just eager to tell him how I felt. I exhaled slowly and lowered my voice to a more calm pitch. "I like you for you; that stuff doesn't matter."

He looked at me for a moment, almost like he was reading over my words in his mind. Something told me by his expression that he did not believe me and would need further convincing. And unfortunately, I was right.

"No, (Y/N). You do not understand." He heaved a deep breath and shifted so he was facing me more before continuing, "There is still a lot about me that you do not know. Things you are not prepared for—"

"Well... Prepare me!" I basically demanded with an enthusiastic smile and he raised a brow at me for a moment. He seemed almost hesitant to let me into his world but eventually he did nod in agreement.

"Ok... For instance, our diet mainly consists of raw flesh of animals and humans. We can eat cooked foods but we don't prefer it." He paused for a moment to check my facial expression before continuing, "We shed our skin once a year. It's a very long and uncomfortable process and I will become very irritable at that time. I like warmth and do not do well in the cold — I can't handle it, in fact. I also have to keep my skin hydrated and... There's also mating season... Um..."

His eyes averted away from mine as he shifted uncomfortably on the ground while letting out a cough. I blushed at the thought of this "mating season" he mentioned, but tried my hardest to keep my composure for his and my sake.

"I may appear human sometimes, but do know that my reptilian nature still lingers within. Are you sure you want to engage in a romantic relationship with someone like myself?"

I smiled warmly at the man sitting before me and took his big hands in my own, massaging the backs of them with my thumbs to sooth him. It was obvious he was nervous and I didn't want him to be — he deserved to be comfortable with someone for once in his life and I was going to make sure that I was that person.

"Like I said before: I like you for you. And I would be more than happy to engage in a romantic relationship with you — that is, of course, if you want to engage in one with me?"

I gazed up at him through my lashes with hope blossoming in my heart for the first time that day. I felt his hands grow sweaty in my own and the look of concern on his face remained, causing a little bit of that hope to die off.

But then his worried expression melted away with a fond smile as his cheeks turned a faint tint of pink. He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against mine — not necessarily molding them into a kiss, but just holding them there. So I decided to take charge of the situation and pressed mine into his in the way a kiss would be formed. And happily, he kissed back.

I knew that loving a Zaterran would be a challenge, but I wouldn't have it any other way. My heart longed for him and now that I had him, that's all that mattered to me. I had finally found the one for me and I knew I'd be happy as long as he was at my side — this I was sure of.

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[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

Don’t Let It In - Jake Kiszka AU

A/N: Demon!Jake alternate universe because… it’s all I could think of thanks to this song. I’ve kinda put my own spin on what an incubus can do. Some of this I really just went with as I wrote. I am so excited to give y’all this one. It was wayyy too much fun to write. I love you all so much <;3

WARNINGS: 18+ minors DNI! This definitely may not be everyone’s cup of tea!! Demon!Jake, brief talk of being dead, soft!dom Jake, fingering, oral (fem receiving), choking, multiple orgasms/forced orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex.

MASTERLIST

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There it was again. That out of place, unexplainable, sound coming from the other room, forcing eerie chills to shoot through you.

It was only you in the apartment and had been for months now. So you thought…

Random noises had been putting you on edge for weeks now. You never found their sources, or anything that may debunk their origins.

You laid in bed, trying to just brush it off. In your mind, there was no point in dwelling on what was probably just a wall or floorboard creaking, or maybe even your neighbors.

Then it happened again, but twice as loud. It was absolutely not a natural noise in the slightest and it was far too loud for you to believe it came from one of the surrounding apartments.

All of the color in your face was surely draining as you tossed the blankets off of your body. You didn’t have much of a choice but to go scope it out, so that’s what you did.

You worked your way slowly down the hallway first, flicking on every light as you went.

Nothing.

The living room was next. You flicked all of those lights on and looked around…still nothing.

Your kitchen and little laundry room were the only place left to look.

Slipping around the corner, you switched on the light and were met with yet another vacant room.

You blew out a defeated, frightened and confused huff, glancing around dumbfounded. That unsettling feeling was still sitting heavy in your gut and not finding the culprit of the noises was just making it worse.

Trying to push the feeling away, you opened up the fridge and reached in for a bottle of water.

“Mind grabbing me one too, while you’re at it?”

The voice belonging to a man sent you crashing into the floor, condiments and such that were sitting in the door of the fridge, crashed down on top of you as you fell - startled and absolutely horrified.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of you, extending a beautiful hand down to you.

“Who… who the fuck are you?” you asked, barely getting the words out at all. “Get the fuck away from me,” you didn’t even let him answer before you were hissing the words at him.

“I’m Jake,” he smirked - a beautiful and intoxicating smirk. You couldn’t help but stare at his face, entranced beyond comprehension. He pushed his hand closer to you again, silently encouraging you to take it. “And I’ve been here for a while. Nice of you to finally notice.”

You glared at his hand, pushing yourself up from the floor on your own and slowly closing the refrigerator door.

“I would highly recommend getting the fuck out of my apartment,” the words were like pure venom. You didn’t even sound like yourself. “I already called the cops.”

You hadn’t really… yet, but he didn’t need to know that.

“You really want me out?” he asked you smugly, as though you’d be missing out on something spectacular if he left.

“Yes! Get. The fuck. out!” you said again, raising your voice a little louder.

“Okay.” His shoulders lifted in a nonchalant shrug, and then he was gone.

You froze in your spot, eyes flicking around frantically. Your brain couldn’t process what had just happened and you started to get hot, feeling as though you were losing every bit of your mind.

The rush of heat, quickly followed by intense chills made your body tremble.

Maybe it was just the wine I had earlier, you thought to yourself. Even still, that was hours ago. There was no way in hell that any of that madness was the product of a little white wine.

In light of trying to calm your nerves, you went back to your bedroom and stripped down from your clothes, figuring a cold shower might help you feel… something. Anything other than the fear surging through you.

You cut on the water, turning the knob as cold as it would go and stepped in. A groan of discomfort erupted from you, the cold temperature sending an unpleasant aching feeling through your body.

But it wasn’t enough. There was still a burning feeling inside you that wouldn’t go away. It felt like… raging need. Something so insatiable that it might drive you to insanity if it didn’t go away soon.

Your nipples grew painfully hard as you stood underneath the freezing water.

You turned around and turned around again. No matter how long you stayed under the streams of water, it did nothing.

A dull ache formed between your legs; so intense you were afraid you might crumble to the floor of the shower.

“Have you had enough yet?”

There he was. His voice filled the small bathroom with ease, low and raspy. You could see nothing but his shadow through the glass shower door.

You gasped loudly, clutching onto your chest with your hand. Fighting to catch your breath, you crouched down in the shower.

After a minute, you - unwisely - slid the glass door open.

There he was, fully clothed, leaning up against the sink with that smirk that you couldn’t tear your eyes away from, no matter how badly you wanted to. He stared at you for a moment before pushing away from the counter.

As he stepped closer, you moved back - until you were trapped in the corner of the shower, where you sank down to the floor and pulled your knees to your chest with your face buried into them.

“Oh, beautiful girl,” He cooed softly, voice smooth as a silken breeze. His finger, warm and gentle, tucked itself beneath your chin. “Don’t be scared.”

“Don’t. Touch me.” You pulled your face away, avoiding his mischievous and lust filled eyes.

“I don’t have to.” A soft laugh trots out of him, warming your body up again despite the freezing water still falling from above you. “See?”

His finger retreated from your chin - that debilitating, throbbing between your legs replacing it instantaneously.

Your body tensed and burned, a pitiful whine fluttering out of you as the throbbing slowly grew more and more intense.

“You sound so beautiful.” Jake purred, watching you intently. “It’s driving you crazy, isn’t it?” His hand traced up the muscle of you calf, pushing your leg down when his hand reached just above your knee. His hand continued upwards, tracing over your lips with a featherlight touch. “That feeling right here…”

You wanted to scream and cry and fight him. Shove him away with every ounce of your being. His touch was just so addicting... Against every sane part of your mind, you didn’t fight him.

“Please…” You whimpered, eyes closed tightly and arms still clung around your upper body.

“Please,” He mimicked you, a sickeningly playful edge to his voice. “Don’t you know better, darling? Don’t you know if you let me in, I’ll just keep coming back for more and more?”

“Take me, then.” You begged boldly, slowly mustering up the courage to look up at him. “Just take me.”

“Oh, no, darling.” Jake shook his head, that smirk coming back to play once again. “I could never take you from here. You’re far too beautiful…” His hand is suddenly grazing the softness of your cheek. “But i’ll have my fun with you…until i’ve had enough.”

Jake reached up, turning the knob to shut off the water. He hauled you up in his arms far too easily, carrying you out of the shower and back into your bedroom.

“So… so you’re not gonna hurt me…?”

A scoff shook out of him, as though he was slightly offended by your question. “If I wanted to hurt you, I would have already.”

“How comforting.” You uttered against better judgement.

Jake stopped in his tracks, staring down at you with blackened eyes. Your body exploded with a new sensation, like some sort of controlled, overly-powerful, never ending, orgasm of some sort.

Your head fell back over his arm, your mouth hanging open - feeling paralyzed by the pleasure he was sending through you without remorse. You could feel your lungs trying to force out some sort of noise, a plea, anything.

“I would highly suggest you use some fucking sense when you speak to me.” Jake laughed darkly. He stared down at you in amusement, watching you aimlessly struggle to gain control of your own body in his arms.

Finally, he stopped. You sucked in a strangled gasp, fighting to refill your lungs with air as your body fell limp in his arms.

“I… I’m sorry…” you panted, releasing your death grip on his shirt as he eased you down on the bed. “How… How do you do that?”

Jake tilted his head to the side, acting as though he didn’t know what you were asking about - even though he definitely did.

“How do I do what, darling?” he asked, climbing over top of your naked body.

“How can you make me feel things without touching me?” Your heart pounded against your ribcage, eyes fixed on his mouth where that beautiful smirk was residing once again.

He moved to sit between your parted legs, resting his weight back on the heels of his feet.

“When you’re dead, you can do whatever it is that you want,” Jake answered. “I just so happen to find joy in making pretty girls cum over and over, until they’re screaming and crying for just a sliver of my mercy.” He shrugged as if he was speaking the most casual words you’d ever hear in your life.

You stared at him, unable to form a single coherent thought in your mind. He was far too beautiful to be scared of and you were silently kicking yourself for wanting to drop your whole life, and let him take you wherever he so pleased.

His hands splayed over the bones of your shins, trailing them up slowly until they reached your thighs.

“I will say, you’re the first one that’s not put up much of a fight...” Jake’s observation seemed to intrigue him, judging by the curious expression and tilt of his head.

One of his hands traced farther up your thigh and glided over your hip and lower belly, eliciting a short burst of a tremble. His smirk widened then, watching your skin quiver and form goosebumps beneath his featherlight touch.

“Pretty girl,” he cooed, smiling at the way your eyes fluttered closed at his words. “Such a sensitive little thing. I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”

“Please,” you quietly begged, pressing your body into his touch.

“Hold it, angel…” Jake’s hand traced up your sternum, his body starting to lean over yours as he stretched his arm. “It’s far too early to be begging.”

His other hand cupped itself over your dripping core, cradling it as he continued to explore the rest of your body with his other hand. His lips, warm and plush, connected with your belly, kissing and biting gently at the soft skin.

Your body reacted so intensely to him. The wetness leaking out of you was surely pooling in his hand as he held it over you. Anywhere his hands or mouth touched, burned and tingled in their wake. He was making your heart flutter and pound erratically, light whimpers fluttering out of you on nearly every exhale of breath.

“You’re so worked up already, aren’t you, angel?” he taunted, pulling his hand away from your core. “Look at that,”

You lifted your head, eyes landing on his pretty hand where - just as you had guessed - your own juices had just barely pooled.

“You’re a needy thing, huh?” Jake raised an eyebrow down at you, staring down at you in the most degrading way imaginable.

“Jake-“

“-Shhh…” he hushed you immediately, bringing his hand up to your mouth. “Taste yourself, darling. I bet you’ve never done that, have you?”

“Not… not in a while,” you admitted, cautiously taking his wrist in your hand to pull his hand a little closer.

You gently glided your tongue over his fingers and palm, tasting the sweetness of yourself off of them.

“Atta girl.” He watched you intently, smiling at the way you hummed against his skin.

“Don’t be greedy,” he spoke, pulling his hand away.

Jake slid his own fingers into his mouth slowly, holding your gaze as he did so. A whine bursts out of you, watching him taste you sending a new rush of wetness to your heat.

“Kiss me,” you begged with an urgency, reaching up to pull his as close as you could get him.

“Ah-” Jake stopped your movements. “-Don’t you know better?” he asked, taking your jaw and tilting your head to the side, attaching his lips to your neck in a few spots. “If I kiss you, that will be your soul. I won’t be able to let go… neither will you. You’ll be damned to hell with me if you let me in like that.”

“I don’t care,” you insisted. “Just take me. Take me, please?”

“Did I not tell you already?” Jake growled firmly, turning your head back to look you in the eyes. “You’re. Too pretty. To take. And I won’t tell you that again.”

His grip moved from your jaw to your throat, his other shooting between your legs to your core.

“You won’t want to come with me after I’m done with you, anyway,” Jake assured you, a cockiness suddenly playing around in his tone. His index and middle fingers connected with your clit, he didn’t move them, but kept a firm pressure against the sensitive bud. “Once i’ve drained you of everything you could possibly give me and then some.”

You squirmed against his fingers, your clit throbbing incessantly against the pressure he was keeping pressed into it.

That pressure in the pit of your stomach that he was making you rapidly too familiar with, started to spring to life. The harder you writhed, the firmer his hand around your throat became.

“Don’t be afraid of it, sweet girl.” Jake slowly started to circle his fingers, even though he knew could make you cum without doing so. “Just let me make you cum. Can you do that? Let me make this pretty pussy cum for me over and over?”

“Jake, Jake, oh god Jake,” his name was like a chant leaving your lips.

“Yeah, there you go…” Jake’s hand retreated from your neck, sliding his arm underneath your back to cradle you to him. “Say my name again, pretty girl. Sounds so good coming from you.”

“Jake, please, it feels so- it’s-“

“Yeah? Feels so good?” Jake taunted, dipping his head down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. “Aww, I know it does, angel.”

“Oh god, oh my god, i-“ your voice broke as loud whine ripped it’s a way out of you.

Your body unfolded right then at Jake’s will, the power of the orgasm unlike anything that a human could ever make you feel.

Your hand flew down to Jake’s wrist, clinging to it for dear life.

“Fuck Jake, I can’t - stop,” you whimpered breathlessly, fighting with the overstimulation cursing through your whole body. “Jake!”

“Uh uh, baby.” Jake slid his arm out from under your back, taking both of your wrists in his now free hand and pinning them above your head. “Don’t fight me, give me another one.”

You felt one of his fingers sink into your entrance, mind altering confusion taking over your brain as you still felt the debilitating pressure of his fingers over your clit.

Jake noticed your look of utter shock, a pleased grin pulling at his lips.

“Neat little trick, isn’t it, angel?” he asked smugly, pushing in a second finger to join in with the first.

Your mouth dropped open, eyes rolling back into your head like you were being possessed. In a way, you figured you mind of were being possessed.

Jake’s face mimicked yours in the most heart stopping, mocking way imaginable. The smile that formed just after watching your cheeks blaze red, yielded the same mocking aura.

“Such a gorgeous face,” Jake purred, eyes scanning over your features attentively. “Could look at it forever.”

“Don’t say that to me,” you pleaded, severely disliking the way he was making you feel - only to leave you with his likely painful absence soon enough.

“I’m just telling you what I see,” Jake stated.

“Don’t talk to me- like that-“ you choked out, back arching away from the bed with a particular curl of his fingers.

“Fuck, Jake!”

“Remember what I said earlier?” Jake asked cooly, staring down at you with black eyes like he had done before. “When I said to watch how you speak to me? Yeah, that wasn’t a suggestion.”

A wail of pleasure erupted from you. That suffocating feeling of intense pleasure that he had placed over you in the shower, and as he carried you to the bed, took over your body again. You felt your sanity crumbling, just out of your reach to try and save it from crashing to the ground.

You clenched and fluttered around his ungodly, skilled fingers. The haunting touch that remained over your clit, throwing you headfirst into another orgasm.

“Ugh- Jake…” your voice croaked out, barely above an audible level.

Jake ignored you, curling his fingers into that sweet spot inside you and holding them there.

A squeal bounced off the walls of your room, your body jolting so hard you managed to slip one of your arms from his grip above your head.

“Alright, alright,” Jake relented with a dark chuckle. “I’ll give you a break, little angel.”

Jake’s idea of a break and your idea of a break, were obviously extremely different.

He removed his fingers from you, leaving your fluttering pussy and overstimulated clit to rest for a bit. Bringing his drenched fingers to his mouth, he sucked them clean once again with a low, satisfied hum. It made you wonder how his mouth would feel.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get that too,” Jake smirked, reading your mind loud and clear. “I would be a fool to leave here without tasting you first.”

The mention of his impending departure sent a pang of tightness through your chest. You would never have enough of him. You never wanted to reach the point of having had ‘enough.’

You laid against the blankets of your bed, already spent and drained to an unthinkable degree. Yet, it was clear he wasn’t quite done with your poor body.

Jake had fallen eerily quiet, transfixed on your chest. He was contemplating something, but what, you weren’t sure.

His eyes flicked up to yours with a mischievous and unnerving glint in them. He moved to lay over top of you, a firm hand on your sides, his face coming perfectly level with your breasts.

“Let’s have some more fun now, yeah?” Jake flashed you the quickest wink. It was posed as a question, but you new you didn’t exactly have a choice.

His mouth, warm and soft, wrapped around your left nipple. His tongue teased over it, delivering deliberate and firm flicks of his tongue.

Your body succumbed to a new type of pleasure, starting in a whole new place and pushing outward throughout the rest of you.

Jake pulled away, eyes darting up to yours that watched him.

“Ooh, she likes that.”

“Mhm,” you hummed softly, nodding down at him. “Please, more Jake.”

“More?” Jake echoed the word back, kissing around your nipple, teasingly avoiding it. Then, he finally let you in on what he must have been thinking not long before.

“Think you can come for me just from this?” Jake sucked your right nipple into his mouth this time, only for a second before letting it go with a soft pop. “From me playing with these?”

“I don’t… I… no?” You stumbled to find an answer. You didn’t really know if it was possible.

“That was a trick question, darling.” Jake giggled, squeezing your sides roughly. “I can make you cum however I want.”

“I can’t- I don’t know if I can again,” you sighed. Your mind naively still believing that there had to be limits to what he could make your body do.

You just knew there had to be… But there weren’t.

“It’s endearing, really-” Jake huffed a laugh, sliding his hands straight up to cup each side of your breasts. “-how fucked out you are already. Nothing I say is getting absorbed in that pretty head of yours at all.”

His mouth reconnected with one of your nipples, paying it his undivided attention like it was all he knew.

Little noises bubbled out of you as he worked his magic over you - quite literally in some sense.

In light of not wanting the other to be left out and wanting to see how your body reactions, Jake took your other nipple between his thumb an index finger, pinching and tugging and rolling it. Completely out of your control, your chest pressed into him and a squeak of a noise slipped from you.

The tightening between your legs felt so out of place - considering there was no attention being given to that area of your body.

“Jake…?” you squeaked out, somehow sounding like a question.

A soft, “hmm?” was all he offered you.

You were too focused on the strange sensation building inside you, to even recall what you even spoke his name for - other than it was slowly becoming the only thing your brain could remember.

It felt so similar to that of a normal orgasm, but so different all at once.

Jake switched his mouth to the other nipple, his hand quickly replacing his mouth on the one he’d just abandoned.

“You feel that?” he asked quickly, before bringing your nipple back into his mouth. “You gonna cum all pretty for me?”

“Shit, yes-” You sunk one hand into his hair, the other fisting the silk of his shirt. “-I felt it, I feel it. I’m gonna-”

The new kind of orgasm took over you body in the blink of an eye, washing over you with a different kind of intensity all together.

“Jake, please! Jake,” you cried, feeling as though you had little to no control over your body anymore.

Jake released your nipples from his mouth and fingers, but began a trail of hot kisses down your abdomen and lower belly. He was steadily working his way back down, to the part of your body that you wanted him to stay far away from and focus solely on all at once.

“No, no, no, nononono,” you babbled, nearly incomprehensible. Your hand still in his hair tugged roughly, trying to jerk him away from your body. “Please, no more, Jake. No more.”

“‘No more, Jake, no more’,” he shot back in a whiny tone, closely resembling yours. “You’re such a whiny fuckin’ thing. Have I told you that yet, angel?”

“No…” you answered weakly, swallowing down a sob as he placed a kiss over your slick folds.

“Just a couple more, sweet little angel,” he said it like a promise. “Just-“ he placed another kiss over your clit. “-a couple-“ pausing once more, he flicked his tongue over it. “-more.”

Jake’s arms wrapped themselves around your thighs, holding you against his face as he began to teasingly work over your heat with his skilled tongue. No matter how much you tried to buck and jerk your hips away, it proved useless. His grip was far stronger than anything you could ever go up against, even on one of your strongest days.

His mouth brought you closer and closer by the second, coaxing that raging fire in the deepest part of you that should have long fizzled out already. Not on his watch though. That delicious, burning ache inside you was drawing out the prettiest sounds his ears had ever been graced by.

Your sounds grew louder and louder, another erupting from your lungs before the first sound could even stop echoing around the room - creating some sort of obscene harmony of moans.

“God, you sound so beautiful when you’re close,” Jake groaned against you, dull nails digging crescent moons into your hips. “Why would I ever want to stop making you cum?”

A glass shattering scream erupted from deep within you, your body arching and thrashing around unceremoniously. Your eyes were screwed so tightly shut, it was dangerously close to giving you a headache.

Sob after sob of merciless pleasure shook out of your lungs, all while Jake’s low laugh vibrated against you.

Even after Jake’s mouth had left your core to momentarily rest, soft sobs continued to shudder out of you. Thanks to your eyes still being closed, hot tears pouring from the edges like there was a broken seal, you didn’t notice his eyes soften for the split second that they had.

“Poor thing,” Jake spoke softly. He let go of your legs and you felt his weight shift, the back of his hand suddenly stroking the tears from your cheeks.

You tried your best to ignore the fake sympathy it was drenched in, despite the softness of which the two little words were spoken.

“Open those eyes, pretty girl,” Jake commanded gently. “C’mon.”

You opened your eyes for him, trying to blink away the remaining tears. Once your vision cleared, your eyes widened and unashamedly drank in Jake’s now naked body.

“There they are,” Jake smirked down at you, taking immediate notice of your gawking. “You still with me? Kinda…?”

“I’m breathing,” you mumbled dryly, drawing a genuine giggle from him.

Fighting to find the words, you continued. “Still want you to fuck me. Please…”

“I’ve drained you of nearly everything you have and you still want me to fuck you?” Jake grinned, dipping his head down to kiss along your collarbone.

“You’re going to anyway,” you said matter-of-factly.

Jake huffed a laugh into your neck at your astute observation. “Well… yeah. But you want me to.”

“…M’not ready for you to go yet…” you admitted quietly, hesitation clear in your voice.

“Not gonna leave you yet, angel,” he assured you, carefully lining himself up at your entrance.

Jake pushed himself in slowly, cursing along with you as he stretched you out. He made pain feel so delightful, pain was starting to not even register as pain anymore.

“God damnit, you feel so fucking good,” Jake rasped out, planting his hands on either side of your head. “Been waiting to do this for so long.”

“How- fuck, Jake-“ you struggled to get the words out through your moans. “-How long have you- been here?”

“A long time, angel,” Jake answered simply. “Long time.”

It was unsettling to say the least, but you were too lost in the otherworldly pleasure of Jake’s cock sharply thrusting into you to care, or spend too much time dwelling on it.

Each of his thrust sent shock waves through your body; from your core, out to your toes, to the tips of each of your fingers.

The moans coming from you both mixed together, tangling in the air in their own little lust-drunken dance.

Your hands clawed at the backs of Jake’s shoulders, fighting the urge to force him down on top of you and crash your lips into his. That’s all you could think about… just one kiss.

One kiss was all you needed. All you wanted.

Jake dropped down to one of his forearms, his other hand snaking between your two flaming bodies to connect with your clit.

“Ah, Jake- just- just cum without me, please,” your voice strained as you begged him. “Please, Jake, please!”

“Shut up and cum with me,” Jake commanded, bending your body to his every will and command yet again.

You unwisely fought with your own body, holding off your orgasm until Jake was starting to fall just over his own edge.

Jumping at his moment of weakness, you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and used every bit of energy you had left to pull yourself up and connect your lips with his.

“Fuck!” Jake all but yelled against your lips, but couldn’t bring himself to pull away.

Your own mind-numbing orgasm swallowed you up not even seconds later. You sent moan and cry, after moan and cry into Jake’s mouth.

“What the fuck did I tell you?” Jake sighed exasperatedly, trying to stable himself from his high - all while trying to process what you’ve done.

“I needed it,” you breathed out.

“You needed to kiss me more than you needed to live?” Jake chided lightly, glaring down at you. “I told you, you’re too pretty for me to take…”

“What? Am I dead now?” You questioned, far less panicked than you had expected to be.

“Not… not exactly,” Jake sighed. “We’re tied…” his hand slid up your throat to your jaw, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Which means eventually, I’ll become so obsessed with you, that I have no choice but to drag you to hell with me.”

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😈 Spicy content under the cut 😈

Later that night, I laid in bed, the sensation of my finger in his mouth never left me. His words played through my head over and over – 

“You taste delicious, Priestess.”

“You are the nectar I thrive on.”

“You let me know if you need to – relieve – yourself, Gwyneth. I'd be happy to oblige.”

I threw my blankets off of my legs. It was near freezing outside and I was sweating. I needed relief.

My fingers moved of their own accord, sliding across my flushed skin, sending goosebumps skittering wherever I touched. I shouldn’t. Azriel was only a few feet away…

I glanced over at my bedroom door. Normally I would close it, but I had left it open for some reason. 

All was quiet. No sounds. No movement. He was probably asleep. I sat up just a bit more to get a better look and sure enough, past the see-through gauze divider I set up for patient privacy, I could see Azriel’s sleeping form. 

Falling back against my pillow I let my hands wander…let my mind imagine.

I imagined hands that weren’t my own roaming my body. Touching the most sensitive parts of me. Squeezing my breasts.

A soft sigh escaped my lips as the sensation of my fingertips brushed over my pebbled nipples. What would scarred hands feel like on my skin? What would it feel like if they flicked and pinched my nipples? What would his tongue feel like as he took my breasts into his mouth –

No…

I couldn’t think of him that way. He was under my care. And I –

But he had taken my finger into his mouth so sensually. Licked and sucked as if he was telling me exactly what he would feel like.

Despite my hesitancy, my fingers continued traveling. Down and down until I was brushing the delicate fabric of my underwear. I was already soaked through. The smallest touch made my breath hitch, my back arch. 

I slid my hand beneath the dainty fabric, tickling and teasing my coarse hair until I was bucking into my own hand. 

My middle finger swirled around my clit – once, twice – I dipped into my wet folds, just enough to wet my finger, then dragged it back to my clit in one long, slow motion. I did it again and again, teasing myself until my own sweet nectar was coating my inner thighs and fingers. Until I was panting.

The next time I dipped a finger in, I didn’t take it out. I curled it up to meet that spot inside me, my thumb circling my clit in a delicious rhythm. My mouth fell open and it took every ounce of my willpower not to moan out loud. 

I covered my mouth with my other hand as a small mewl threatened to escape my lips. 

I rolled against my own hand, the primal need growing and radiating inside me. The sensation grew and grew, pushing against my skin, begging to be released. 

I backed off, wanting to build this as much as I could, because my hand alone would not quell the desire burning inside me. I just had to ride it out and make every orgasm bigger than the next until this heat passed.

Again and again I teased myself, until my hair was plastered to my face, until I was writhing against my own hand. Until I couldn’t bear it any longer. 

I sat up, grinding against my fingers, biting down hard on my bottom lip. Trying to keep quiet as my orgasm crested and gods –

I whimpered. My eyes squeezed together. My hips stuttered -- and I was coming – the coil of heat exploded inside me, filling me with satiated desire.

My chest heaved as I stroked myself down from the high. I loosened my teeth’s firm grip on my lip. 

Then a noise -- a slight, small rustle.

I whipped around to peer out my door. My slick walls pulsed around the fingers still sheathed inside me as I discovered the source of the sound...

The prologue of Claim Me will publish October 1st on Ao3. Chapters 1-4 will post every Tuesday after. Chapters 5 and 6 will be posted on October 30th and 31st! At least that's the plan! 😅

[ateezthings]

SVT after an argument: Performance Unit

Angsty cz I'm in my svt delulu era, don't judge me

Pairings: each svt performance unit member x genderneutral reader (established relationship)

other units soon to come, 13 people is a lot

Warnings: angsty themes, walking around at night, arguments, fluffy endings though

Word count: 2,2 K

Songs to listen to while reading:

     theory of a deadman – say nothing

lewis capaldi - before you go

taylor swift, bon iver - exile

jessie murph - pray

kyu - sanctuary

   

Jun

It wasn't rare that you and Jun had a quarrel but they never seemed to get quite as rough as this one. You both said things you didn't mean but knew would hurt the other person in the moment. After Jun raised his voice a bit, he realized it had gone too far, so he excused himself. Grabbing his coat, he was out of the apartment in no time. He wasn't able to look you in the eyes.

While taking a walk outside, he thought it all over. How it was nonsense that you two were fighting like this, over a thing that wasn't even worth mentioning. He'd never raised his voice in a argument with a partner before but you knew him too well, knew what to say to push his buttons.

It was dark outside and cars and street lights were illuminating the roads. Jun took his time because he wanted to sort this out with you with a clear head. He loved you after all and he wasn't willing to lose you over something so arbitrary.

After walking a few blocks his heart rate had calmed down, the heat in his head had faded and his forehead relaxed again. He knew it was time to go home.

He figured you were probably still awake but didn't know what state you were in, so he didn't want to startle you. He slowly opened the door.

"Y/N?"

There was no response.

Jun closed the door behind him and took off his shoes and jacket. All the lights were off, so maybe you had gone to bed after all?

"Y/N? Honey?" Still no response. Making his way into your living room, he saw a slight glint coming from the couch. You were sitting with your big headphones on, eyes closed. The TV showed you had paused a show and it was the only source of light in the room. Jun could hear the beats and melody coming from your headphones - you were listening to 'I don't understand but i luv you'.

After a few moments of watching you being so lost in the music, he approached you and carefully put his hand on your shoulder. You startled visibly, the headphones falling off your head.

"Jun?"

Even though it was dark he could tell you had been crying from your glistening eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N, I shouldn't have raised my voice like that... I didn't mean what I said-"

He was interrupted by your hands on his cheeks, pulling his head towards your own. You kissed him.

After a few moments you pulled away.

"It's alright, Junie. I might not understand why we fought but I know that I love you... I love you so much."

There was a small smile on his lips, he realized he scored the jackpot with you.

"I love you too, Y/N" He took your hand in his.

Hoshi

Soonyoung tends to get a little agitated and hyperactive whenever he gets passionate, in a good and bad way. He knew that. And he thought you knew that.

This time though, it made you physically distance yourself from him a little. The argument you had was meaningless and pulled out of thin air. But for some reason, Soonyoung couldn't let it go. He was gesturingly wildly, raising his voice, trying to make you understand and explain his side.

"I can't argue with you like this anymore, Soonyoung... It's too exhausting."

For the first time he noticed the tired look in your eyes. Have you not been sleeping well?

"I'm sorry, Y/N... I'm sorry I'm exhausting."

"No, babe, that's not what I meant, it's not you, it's- ugh- I don't know- it's... I need to get some air." Before he could comprehend what was happening you had grabbed your coat and left the apartment.

"Wait, Y/N, it's dark outside, it's not safe! Please wait!" But the only sound that could be heard was the front door closing again.

He couldn't let you go out on your own at night. What if something happened to you? What if there were shady people out there? Within a minute he put his phone in his pocket, threw on his shoes and ran out the door to go after you.

...

Even though he was fast, Soonyoung couldn't immediately find you after leaving the house. That really scared him.

When he stepped out on to the street, he noticed a group of guys standing around a few buildings down. They yelled and bellowed, some were drinking beer. It seemed like they were all gathered around another smaller person who was standing in the middle. For a secound it seemed like the person in the middle was you. Soonyoung felt a shiver go down his spine. Even though they were bigger than him physically, Soonyoung approached the group. There was no way he'd let anything happen to you.

"Y/N?" With fast strides he made his way over to the group of guys. The closer he got, the more it looked like you being taunted by a bunch of big drunk guys. Soonyoung ran to where he thought you were.

"Y/N?! ... Hey! Stop, what are you doing to them?" He pushed some of the men away to get to you. That's when he saw, that it wasn't really you. It was another guy, long-haired, and he seemed fine. They were just playing a game, it looked like.

"Hey, what's your problem, man?"

Soonyoung was confused. "Oh, sorry, it seemed like- I was just looking for my partner."

The man right next to him looked at Soonyoung sceptically. "Get lost, weirdo."

Soonyoung retracted and went back into the direction of your house. Where could you have gone off to?

Soonyoung looked for you in every alley around your house, before he made his way back to the entrance of your house. When he opened the front door, he saw that the light in the backyard was on. Could it be...?

He opened the back door and there you were, sitting on the grass, a fluffy stray cat roaming around your feet.

"Y/N?"

"Hi, baby" You smiled when you saw him.

"Are you trying to kill me? Leaving like that? I looked for you all over, I was so worried." He plopped down onto the grass next to you. The cat inspected his shoes.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't think straight, I needed some fresh air... I'm really sorry, Soonie" You reached for his hand.

He let out a big sigh before putting his arms around you. "It's alright... But don't ever think about doing that again... I almost beat up a group of men out there because I thought you were being harassed by them."

You shot him an "are you sure about that"-look but he just cradled your head further into his chest.

"I'm just glad you're safe. And I'm sorry for how I acted earlier."

"It's okay, Soonie... I love you."

"Love you too, baby." He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Minghao

No matter how hard he tries to be composed and balanced, Minghao has an inner child like everyone. And in this particular fight with you, little Hao felt hurt by some things you said. So he said the one thing he knew would hurt you.

Minghao immediately regretted it but he was too overwhelmed to say anything.

"Get out" you said.

He wasn't sure if he heard you right.

"I said get out. I can't look at you right now."

Minghao was confused, he didn't think the fight was that serious. How did it escalate like that? After a few moments of gathering his thoughts, he slowly turned towards the front door.

"I'll be at the dorm, when you're ready..." His voice was only a whisper but he turned around again to look you in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, Y/N..." He didn't want you to reject him further which is why he grabbed his coat and phone and left.

...

When he arrived at the svt dorm, a few of the guys were there but he didn't feel like talking so he made his way to his room and closed the door.

He let himself fall onto the bed face first. Why couldn't he have just apologized to you properly? It wasn't that hard. He usually had no problem doing it.

His thoughts were still spinning when someone knocked on his door.

"Who is it?" Minghao really didn't feel like socializing at the moment, his voice severely muffled by the pillow he was laying on top of.

"It's Hoshi" He didn't even wait for Minghao's answer and jsut entered the room.

"Are you okay, buddy?" Hoshi sounded genuinely concerned.

Minghao finally turned around to face his older friend. "We had a fight... and it was stupid and we both got mad and I said things I didn't mean and then they told me to get out and so I did."

Hoshi took a seat on the bed. "That doesn't sound like you guys... Did you apologize? You know you can be a bit petty sometimes."

"Thanks, hyung, that's just what I needed."

"You know what I meant. Is a little argument really worth being in a bad mood for? And I can guarantee you, Y/N is also not feeling too great about this."

"I guess you're right... Maybe I should call them to apologize."

"We're about to start playing some drinking games in the living room, if you need me."

And with that, Hoshi withdrew from Minghao's room. He tried to remember the last time, his hyung seemed so compassionate but couldn't recall.

Minghao took out his phone and pressed the call button next to your number.

"Hao?"

"Hi baby... Y/N, I'm so sorry for what I've said earlier. I didn't mean any of it."

"So, you're not sorry?" Your voice sounded a bit amused.

"No, that part's true... I never meant of it to become this big thing and I'm sorry... Can I come home so we can talk about it? I miss you."

"Yeah... I miss you too, Hao. Please hurry."

And that he did.

Dino

You two didn't usually go to bed not having resolved an issue but this time it just kinda happened. You were both too tired to talk rationally and he had an early morning call time.

Dino knew he wasn't gonna let you sleep alone in your shared bed but he didn't have the guts to cuddle you yet. He didn't wanna leave you alone, yet he wanted to give you some space. After a while of going over the argument in his head and coming to the same conclusion - that he loved you nonetheless and he didn't want to continue fighting - his eyelids felt impossibly heavy and he fell into an exhausted sleep.

...

Dino was dragged out of his deep sleep by his alarm. He hurried to make it stop, worried it had woken you up as well. When he looked over to you, it seemed like it didn't disturb your slumber. As he looked at your sleeping figure, his gaze wandered around your face, your cute cheeks, your pretty nose, your kissable lips. Your whole face seemed so peaceful, so relaxed. It immediately made him feel more peaceful too.

After a few moments he snapped back to reality, he had a job to get to after all. He was gonna send you a good morning text from the car to promise that you'll talk it over when he got home that evening.

Right as Dino got up from your shared bed, he felt your warm fingers grab his wrist.

"Please, don't leave me"

Your sleepy voice almost broke his heart. Dino wasn't sure if you were fully awake yet since your position hadn't changed and your eyes were still closed.

He decided to cuddle up to you for a moment, your head underneath his chin, so he could really hold you close.

"I will never leave you, Y/N, you hear me? I will not, I will never." He whispered it into your hair.

You must've heard him since you cuddled even further into him. Dino pressed a short kiss on top of your head.

He didn't even care that his phone rang 3 times. So what if he was a little late for once? His hyungs were late all the time. You were more important to him right now.

[sparklefics]

SLUT!

Avenger!Bucky & F!Agent!Reader Established/ early in the relationship

A/N: this was totally inspired by a Sebastian Stan gif that made me think of our boy Bucky. This was meant for Valentines but I've been super busy with work so...I post when I can.

I'll be dusting off my drafts and posting whatever I find...So enjoy :)

Warning: Language! Other than that some implied sexy time. Not explicit.

WC: 684

[Masterlist]

After a couple of dates with Bucky you’re still learning so much about him while discovering some things about yourself. It’s not the same reading intel from a dossier than getting it right from the source. 

You’ve learned so much. For example, Bucky likes to eat a lot so he hides his snacks all over the compound, just like he hides weapons. Bucky also feels more comfortable wearing long sleeves, the more clothes the better– you thought that had to do with the cold, but really it comes from being on the run so much. It’s easier to wear more layers of clothes than it is to carry them around, plus it comes in handy for a quick change. 

He’s also a bit of a nerd, the man loves to read. 

And read he loves, especially your body language. He’s quite masterful at it. He can tell just by the way you stand which mood you’re in. 

That’s how he knows he’s annoying you right now. That and the muttered “slut!’ under your breath.

Bucky is sitting on the couch literally not doing anything in particular, just sitting there with his hands folded on his lap, legs spread wide. He’s waiting for you to finish typing a mission report so you can grab dinner with him. So when he hears your muttered voice he looks up to find your eyes trained on him over the lid of the laptop you’re typing on. 

“What’s that?” He asks.

“Nothing.” You roll your eyes at him and resume typing, pressing the keys way too hard.

Bucky gets up from the couch and pulls up a chair and settles next to you. He stares at your profile, you try- you really do- to ignore him. But he’s relentless. Out of the corner of your eyes you catch him giving you the puppy eyes. Your ultimate weakness. You resist for all two seconds, then feel his chin propped on your shoulder. You keep typing…until he presses his lips to your cheek. His stubble makes you giggle. 

“James…” you turn to face him, puppy eyes greet you along with a pouty lip.

Be strong! Don’t kiss him.

“Why did you call me a slut?”

You take a deep breath and shut your laptop, “Because you’re sitting there looking all super hot with my favorite sweater of yours on, waiting for me like the perfect boyfriend, and your hands!”

“These old things?” he looks down at his hands.

“Yeah! Hands. Your hands are hot.” You grab his hands to make your point. “I mean they’re so big, like the rest of you. Not that I don’t like that– I didn’t mean to offend you or anything. You’re just big, but just right for me. I like that you’re big, tall, large. Now I’ve said ‘big’ too many times.” 

Thankfully you didn't go into much detail on his widely spread legs. Those thighs send you on a doozy. 

Bucky pecks your lips softly, pulling away with your breath. “You call me big one more time, we’re not gonna make it to dinner.” 

“You giant piece of big big big big biggy biggest super soldier beefcake!”

“That’s it!” Bucky gets up and pulls you into his arms. He picks you up like he picks up his cat and carries you over his shoulder, giving you the perfect opportunity to grab a handful of his butt. When he gets you to his room and drops you on the bed he jokingly says, “I see you only want me for my body.”

You pull him down so he lays on top of you. “No, that’s an added bonus.” you grab him by the back of his neck and guide his lips to yours for a heated kiss. 

When Bucky pulls away to catch his breath he smirks down at you, “You called me your boyfriend.”

“It sounds so juvenile. Right? Partner, is that better?”

“Baby, you can call me whatever you want, I’m yours.” 

“Then come here, big boy.” You smile at him and pull him in for another kiss. “Slut.” 

“Just for you, baby.”

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The Plastic Wrap Incident, Early to Bed, Early to Rise ~ Taking Good Care of Things ~

The other day, I noticed that I was running out of plastic wrap at home. I always keep plastic wrap on the left side of the large drawer under the sink. I could tell I was only a few rolls away from the last one and since I had no stock left in the drawer, I decided to buy some before I forgot. Since plastic wrap is an essential item for me, I bought a bit more to stock up properly. This time, I bought a set of four online and immediately felt a sense of relief ♪ I was excited as I waited for Plastic Wrap babies to arrive. The next day, the plastic wrap was delivered to my house safely. I used up the last one and opened a new package. I felt at ease and happy knowing that I still had three rolls in stock on the left side of my drawer. All of a sudden, I looked to the right side of my storage drawer. There were two rolls just lying there. How did you get there??? What a surprise…I had no idea you existed (maybe because I bought them in the store and not online). Can't believe there have always been two extra rolls in stock. But why are they on the right side? It's really confusing. With five in stock, I feel like I don't need to buy plastic wraps for about a year. I feel like I should do a give-away for my fans. (I won't do it though.)

Hello, this is Wakana (0￣▽￣0)／

With five in stock, I won't have to worry about plastic wraps for a very long time (But I'm sure I'll end up buying even more rolls)

Well, it seems we've overcome the intense heat of August, and it's finally starting to cool down a little bit. At least in Tokyo.

Recently, in addition to stretching in the morning and evening, I've been trying to go to bed early and get up early. Ideally, I want to go to bed at 11pm and get up at 7am. Surprisingly, it's become a habit quite easily, and sometimes I even go to bed at 10pm and wake up at 6am 😂 I'm already sleepy by 9pm���😴I feel that doing a lot of different things in the morning really helps me finish the day efficiently and refreshed. In the evening, after getting out of the bath and finishing my skincare routine, I do whatever I like depending on how I feel that day. I do some thorough stretching, watch a movie, have a little wine, read a book, etc. I'm going to keep doing this in order to find the best schedule for me😊💕

Yesterday, I went to the hairdresser and got bangs again. This time, I got full-on bangs (￣^￣). My previous bangs couldn't even be called bangs because they were so thin. But now, they are proper thick bangs. With bangs like this, I can choose to wear them down, part them, or put them all up. I'm not used to it so I will try my best to arrange them nicely from now on. Of course, as before, I will be pulling them up frequqntly to let my forehead breathe (It's my go-to hair-style after all) I'll post some photos next time😊

Finally, I have an announcement and a reminder. First of all, here are some more infos about my upcoming FC exclusive event “Join Wakana! Houseboat Full-Course Tour” 🚣🎶

《Event Overview》 Title “Join Wakana! Houseboat Full-Course Tour” September 22 (Sun), evening session from 18:00 September 23 (Mon), day session from 12:00 Let's all enjoy a great meal on the boat! ! ! ＼＼\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ For more information, please check this link😊 https://wakana-fc.jp/contents/773952

And once again, I would like to post a reminder for everyone to submit their messages for my next "Wakana's Talk Garden" podcast episode before the deadline. These are the topics: - Everyone's mysterious experiences - Anything you want to ask me!

Stories that can't be explained by science. Stories that make you question your own perception. Stories of miraculous experiences. Really anything weird you can think of! I look forward to your strange experiences 🤗(In a way, the wrap incident was also a strange experience.) Click here to apply ♡ https://wakana-fc.jp/answers/botanical_oshaberi_13/new

By the way, some of you asked about the floral sheets that could be seen on some of the pillow pictures in my last blog post. (Actually, it is a duvet cover) I had to think about it for a while but I must have bought it somewhere in the Sangenjaya area when I first moved to Tokyo 🤔I saw it and liked it so much that I bought it on a whim. It's been almost 20 years since then. I've been taking good care of it, haven't I? *laughs* I'm quite surprised it is still in such a good condition.

Well, that's all for today, until next time~☆( '▽')/ Lately, I've been obsessed with Mini Bolo snacks.

＊＊＊Wakana＊＊＊ (Source)

[x-bee-x]

Hi @ender-princee! I had a lot of fun making this and I hope you enjoy. Thank you for putting this exchange together and for letting me be part of it @mcythorrorgiftexchange!

The Red Means I Love You

A bit if violence, blood mentioned and described but not heavily, a bit of cursing

1,881 words

The sun had gone down almost completely, the sky a gentle purple fading to inky black, freckles of white paint that were stars beginning to dot the landscape.

It was a comfortable early autumn evening, and with the sun now taking its ritualistic rest, the heat of the day hours prior was a bit more tolerable and pleasant as Roier continued his journey to no where in particular.

His boots crunched the occasional leaf and he kicked the occasional pebble before he came up on a seemingly empty stretch of road and alleyways between buildings.

Warm orange lighting illuminated the pathway from towering lamps overhead.

Any cars that were in the vicinity were parked and abandoned.

It just seemed to be Roier and the creatures of the night, like crickets that started to vocalize, and a few fireflies that hadn't yet left and wouldn't return until the weather was deemed warm enough for them to emerge again, and something moving in one of the alleyways and bumping into a trash bag that rattled.

Roier's walking faltered and he stopped for a second to try and make out the source of the disturbance.

No other unnatural noise came from anywhere so he continued.

Everything was fine.

Then the sound of glass breaking somewhere nearby happened.

He thought about saying something, he could alert the source of the sound of his presence, but then he would alert the source of the sound of his presence, and they would figure out that he was worried, and alone.

So he just stood in place as his ears twitched in interest.

And a cat hopped out from the darknes, made eye contact with Roier, shook its head, meowed softly, then walked away.

Roier felt the corners of his mouth uptick in a smirk before shaking his own head.

"Es solo un gato, está bien, no seas idiota."

"Just a cat, huh?"

Roier jumped and almost tripped and fell over his feet as he whipped his head to the voice coming from behind him.

The person was tall, they had dark curly hair with a light streak at the front, piercing blue eyes, and a soft smile.

"What's the matter, guapito, something you're afraid of?"

Roier noticed fangs peeking from inside the mouth of the person, who wasn't a person at all, as they spoke.

"Vampire."

Roier practically whispered.

"Wow, bom trabalho, you're not just a pretty face after all."

The person- vampire- had a gentle voice and spoke with an accent.

"Now you're quite the sight to behold."

The vampire's eyes trailed up and down Roier's frame, admiring his extra set of arms and eyes and a small set of fangs of his own but in a different sense.

"Arachnid?"

Roier nodded and the vampire nodded back.

"Cellbit."

"Sorry?"

"My name. It's Cellbit."

"Oh."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Introductions usually go both ways, no?"

"I mean, I wouldn't exactly say 'it's nice to meet you' right now."

"Oh come on, don't be like that, guapito."

Roier tried to ignore the slight spread of warmth across the apple of his cheeks as the vampire- Cellbit- stepped ever slightly forward.

Cellbit was intimidating, and Roier was certainly suspicious, but he wouldn't say he was afraid.

He was almost unnaturally tall, his dark curls framed his olive toned face nicely, and his sharp blue eyes bore into Roier in interest.

"What do you want?"

"Believe it or not, I'm here because you're not just a sweet face, and I'm not the only one who could take something from you."

"Huh?"

A glass broke somewhere again, this time Roier suspected it wasn't just some animal, as a tall shadow rounded the corner.

"Stick by me when they get here."

"Que? Estas loco?"

"Talves. Just hold on. Do you trust me?"

And Roier stood still, his four eyes blinking and mouth hung open slightly like a fish trying to take a breath, but he stepped a bit closer to Cellbit anyway.

The shadows went from being silhouettes to taking physical form as two people, or seemingly so, had stepped out of the alleyway a handful of metres away.

They were also very tall, and if Roier focused, he saw a glimmer of light against one of their fangs as they said something to the other.

"Calma."

Cellbit nearly whispered into the air before disappearing in quite literally a blink, his eyes laser focused and watching the other two beings, which were much closer than before all of the sudden.

"Well look what we have here."

Said one of the, what Roier presumed, vampires.

"A nice meal, just for us."

It seemed that Roier's presumption was correct as one of the duo took a step closer.

"A hybrid, huh? Isn't that interesting, don't see too many of those around here. No matter, I've never had spider blood before."

The second of the pair said and had also stepped closer, when a throat cleared, Cellbit was back from wherever and standing within arms reach of Roier.

"Fancy seeing you here Cellbo, you never join for group feedings, first time for everything I suppose."

"I'm not."

"Kind of looks like you are, but no matter, care to move out of the way so we can enjoy our food?"

"Back off."

Both of the other vampires made an aborted noise, the one who was inching closer to Roier stopped.

"Sorry, I don't think I heard you exactly, você quer repetir isso?"

"Back. Off."

Cellbit took a step closer to the side of Roier, who ignored his cheeks heating up slightly.

"So I did hear you right after all, interesting, and why should I do that, hm? There is perfectly good meal from a perfectly willing participant right here that you are so rudely refusing to give the opportunity. Isn't that right, quierdo?"

Both of the other vampires stepped forward, while Roier stepped back, unintentionally but not unfortunately bumping into Cellbit.

"I said back off"

Cellbit said while catching Roier's biceps and keeping him from falling after he started to lose balance.

"He's not a meal only for you."

The second of the duo said and crossed his arms.

"He's not a meal for anyone."

What?

"Desculpe?"

"He's not a meal, for you two or for me or for anyone, he's not going to leave with a drop of blood taken from him."

"And why is that? Why should we leave a perfectly good meal alone? Not just a regular meal either, need I remind you that this isn't someone you see every day, this is a hybrid. When was the last time any of you have had spider blood and when is the next chance any of you think you'll get? Tell me, really, what's your reason?"

Cellbit was still very close to Roier, and even though he was not near falling anymore, he still held onto his biceps gently.

The other two vampires were give or take a foot away, one had his arms crossed and the other had an eyebrow raised, both of their mouths parted ever slightly in question, light from the rising moon glimmering off of their unnaturally sharp teeth.

Roier had a feeling that they- as in all three vampires- could hear and smell his heartbeat and sensed his presence before, seeing as they all pinpointed his location, but he was certain they could hear and practically taste the sweat beading his brow and his pulse thumping beneath his skin now as the distance was closing.

One of the vampires suddenly lunged forward, his face centimeters away from Roier's neck, a hiss echoed.

Roier jumped back before fangs made contact with his skin and hissed himself in warning.

Cellbit put his body between Roier and the other vampire and stared daggers into both of the duo but especially the one who dared to try something he thought was funny.

"Aye, pendejo!"

Roier exclaimed as he jumped back to avoid being bit, arms going up and holding onto Cellbit's shoulders as he stepped in front of the hybrid on instinct.

"You're going to wish you hadn't done that."

Cellbit seethed, icy blue eyes slowly morphing into a dark red color, closer to resembling blood.

"Am I now?"

The one vampire challenged, the second took a few small steps back, and Cellbit smirked and showed his own fangs before pouncing.

Cellbit was now holding a knife that seemed to have appeared from thin air, it was small and very pretty and it sliced the first vampire's jugular cleanly.

They opened their mouth to react, but any sound or word they could've protested with was promptly cut off as the seams of their throat were torn, beads turned a trickle turned a waterfall of smooth carmine fell from the wound across their windpipe.

They fell into a heap, like a puppet who had their strings cut, onto the asphalt beneath.

"Caralho!"

The second one yelled, and ran as fast as he could, barely making it a foot from the other body, but Cellbit was faster, and practically teleported in front of them, using the same method to dispose of them as he did the first.

Cellbit's knife was beautiful before, but now it was gorgeous, vermilion coating it and running down the blade.

He lifted the weapon to his mouth, made eye contact with Roier, and licked a stripe across it.

Then he crouched and positioned himself above one of the bodies beneath them so he could swallow the still slowly flowing red liquid from the source.

When he stood back up and looked at Roier, the lower half of his face was crimson, he licked a line across his upper teeth, and his eyes were morphing back into that piercing and addictive blue.

"They aren't a threat anymore."

"Mierda. I didn't know you could kill vampires."

"You can't, not technically, I mean, not again. You can hurt them, and these two will probably be asleep for a while, but they'll be back in a little bit. They probably won't remember anything either."

Cellbit had his eyes transfixed on the duo at their feet, the puddle of sticky vermilion grew around both of them, but it was just residual blood still dripping from their necks, the wounds has come to a stop in the meantime.

Roier had his eyes transfixed on the tall boy with dark hair and blue again eyes and red lips and stubble next to him.

"Roier."

"Como?"

"My name. It's Roier."

"Olà, Roier. Hm. I think I prefer calling you guapito."

"It's a good thing I prefer you calling me guapito then. Thank you."

"For?"

"Saving me. Being here in the first place. I don't know how much I believe in chance, or before tonight at least, but this was kind of crazy."

"What were you doing out here anyways?"

"Walking."

"Anywhere in particular?"

"Not really."

One of the vampire's bodies twitched very slightly and the other groaned quietly.

"Care to keep walking to no where in particular together then?"

"Seria mi honor."

Cellbit's hand was a bit sticky with blood from earlier's endeavors as he held it out, and Roier's hand was a bit tacky with sweat from adrenaline and anxiety because of earlier's events as he grasped it, and neither of them minded as they walked down the moonlit path.

[carrickbender]

Friday 5:

1. I thought it was going to be slick as hell this morning, but thankfully it wasn't. Still had to call in to work... #thanksgastricsystem

2. That being said, I really think I'd enjoy remote work more. I like my coworkers, but I'm trying to put up time boundaries and so far it's not really working. We work when there is product, so having 2 administrators there on a day like today is pointless, but I'd still have a difficult time getting a dictation of a SAP script done so that we don't have to rely on our support team so much. And I realize that I'm only in week 4, but the heat is there because another huge facility in our company goes live in a few days with a ton more product offerings, and not enough support to go around. So yeah...#sinkorswim

3. I will probably have the weekend off too, which is nice, and we have zero plans. Probably put away Christmas, clean a little, try to find a thank you gift for my stepson for fixing our sink(He, his wife, and their kids are such a delight!)... low key. Hell, I might even read a bit. READ, OMFG!!!!! H got me a book about "chasing the burst", the stories about the wood and the people who built the legendary guitars of Gibson and other great builders, and Im dying to just soak it all in. Funny thing is some of that wood can be traced to a mill that used to exist about 5 blocks from my house, and MANY moons ago Gibson took loads of blocks out of the maple grove right across from the farm we used to rent. (Fun fact: I have an aging burl from that grove that someday will become a guitar...someday...lol). Anyhoo... #nerdout

4. Speaking of which, I just finished the Audible version of Bono's book, "Surrender", and it was moving. It always amazes me the circles in which runs, like knowing people; but then it also amazes me that I've met people with whom he's friends. And to that end, I'm sure that I have very few degrees of separation with quite a few of yall, we just don't know it... lol! #itsasmallworld

5. I think that eventhough I've started this new job, and I'm really enjoying the challenge, I'm going to start looking at jobs with guitar manufacturers that match my education and skill set. Totally dreaming, I know, but here's the thing: I need to have an outlt for my passion for music. If it's not making the music, it has to be part of the supply chain that builds the instruments that make the music. It can be done ethically, with sourcing that's environmentally considerate, and at price points so that people getting into music can take those instruments and keep the tradition going. It's not me saying I'm quitting my craft, it's me making saying I want to commit to making the craft accessible and sustainable. #itstooearlyforthebullshitgeoff, #shhhhhh

Anyhoo, back to making music with my fingers and taking buggy to school. Much love to yall, and have a good friyay!

[theloveoffootball10]

sᴛɪᴄᴋᴡɪᴛᴜ : ᴇ ʟ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ɴ

m a s t e r l i s t

ᴇ ʟ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ɴ

Sitting down for breakfast by the pool the next morning I know Liv has something on her mind. My guess is a certain Formula One drivers best friend. After we met Max in Belgium, Liv didn't say a lot just that she had a one night stand with him and it was a mistake. Looking at her since we saw Max I know there's more to it.

"What's going on Liv? You can tell me" I ask hoping she'll open up to me.

"Lucía I feel like such a dick, especially seeing Max again. I'm well aware it was a one night stand but he has a girlfriend"

"What! Is he taking the piss!" I can't believe what I'm hearing from Liv.

"He told me on the morning when we were in Belgium that their relationship is very on and off but he's with her at the minute. He got back with her about a week before Tomorrowland"

"And he still decided to sleep with you? The utter disrespect on him is appalling. Not only has he treated you like shit but he's cheated on his girlfriend. Have you said anything to him?" I ask wondering if Liv has spoken to Max at all.

"We have messaged a little bit and I know it's wrong because of his girlfriend but I am attracted to him. The best thing for me to do is keep away from him this weekend"

"Liv I'm sorry, I told Lando they were welcome to come over any day. I can ask him not to bring Max if you would rather" I say knowing Lando will turn up at our villa at some point. "What are you going to do about Max? You can't avoid him forever"

"Honestly? I have no idea. I'll work that out when I have to. I'm going to get ready, I'll see you back here when we're ready to go" as I watch Liv go back inside I wonder if Lando knows about what happened with Max and Liv. I feel like I need to tell him but I also feel like I need to keep out of it.

As we arrive at the track the atmosphere is electric, I don't know if it's the buzz of the Miami heat but everyone is in such a good mood. Getting ourselves settled in the paddock until the race starts I leave my friends to do their own thing, Ryan is taking in everything with Callum and the girls are making the most of the hospitality drinks.

"Morning Chels" I say spotting my dad's PR manager as I wander the paddock with nothing in particular planned, I just like to walk around and people watch.

"Morning, your dad told me about you and a certain boy. He asked me to try and keep your name out of the press if any of the rumours mention you"

"He's done that? He doesn't know the full extent of what is going on, all he knows is that we're seeing how things go"

"You're his daughter Lucía, he doesn't want anyone talking bad about you and let's be honest your dad doesn't need to know about your extra curricular activities. There are just some things a dad doesn't need to know" the thought of my dad knowing exactly what I get up makes me want to hide away in embarrassment.

"Thanks Chels. Can you let me know if you see anything about me? I just want to know what is out there" I probably shouldn't read into what could be said about me if there is anything however from what I've seen about my dad in the past, it provides a source of entertainment if nothing else. Thankfully Chelsea is on my side and agrees to send me anything she comes across or is approached about. I continue my walk through the paddock, cocktail in hand when I see Max. Lando isn't with him but I want nothing more than to give him a piece of my mind.

"So I've been told by a very good source that a certain number 4 is wanting to win the race for you today" Max says as he walks up to me and I can't hold back.

"I don't know how you dare! You disgust me Max. You might be okay hurting your girlfriend but I'm not standing by and watching you hurt my best friend!"

"What are you talking about? I might have to tell Lando you're batshit crazy"

"I'm talking about you sleeping with my best friend then telling her you got back with your girlfriend the week before! It's vile behaviour. You don't deserve an ounce of her time" the more I speak to Max the more angry I get "you fucking disgust me"

"Whoa is everything okay?" Hearing Lando's voice is the last thing I want right now, he doesn't need to be involved in this before a race.

"It'll be fine as long as he stays away from Liv. By the way Dickhead, I told him to win the race for himself not for me" Walking away from Max I feel Lando follow me and pull me into the McLaren hospitality area. I don't argue I just follow behind until we're in his drivers room "I'm sorry you didn't need that here of all places"

"What happened Lu?" Lando asks brushing my hair from my face.

"Max slept with Liv in Belgium then told her the next morning he has a girlfriend. Lando I have no issue with people having sex and doing what they want but I don't agree with it when someone is in a relationship"

"He told me he ended it with Becca, I swear I didn't know Lu" as Lando moves to sit down he pulls me with him, holding me on his knee his head resting on my shoulder.

"Lando I'm not blaming you. We were in bed when it happened neither of us were to know but I suppose we can't make their decisions for them" resting my head back on Lando's shoulder I relax in his arms.

"You just went full Manchester on Max there, I can't lie it was sexy as fuck seeing you angry" feeling Lando's lips on my neck I can tell where this is heading, unfortunately we don't have the time.

"Lando we can't, not now. You have to be in your car in five minutes" turning my head to look at Lando I run my fingers through his curls kissing him "When you've won this race come and find me later so I can congratulate you" standing up I know I need to pull myself away before we get carried away "Good luck Lando"

Sneaking out of Lando's room, I head back to Aston Martin to wish my dad good luck before finding a seat on the hospitality balcony. Usually I would watch from in the garage but this weekend there's too many of us to all fit so I've given my space up for Ryan and Callum. I don't mind, I can come to a race any time and sometimes I'd rather sit with my girls and teach them the ways of Formula One.

I know Liv and Danielle have no interest in racing, they're here for me however I know Millie is trying to understand the sport more. As the race goes on I try to explain as much as I can over the noise of the cars around us. It's nice having more of my friends interested in racing and being able to talk about what's happening in races.

Watching as Lando leads the race I can't stop my leg bouncing up and down with nerves. He has every chance to win this race and I want nothing more than to see him get his first win. Since he took the lead he's been building the gap between Verstappen and himself, even boxing under the safety car hasn't compromised his race. As the last lap starts I feel sick, this is what it comes down to.

"Lucía it's okay he's winning this" Millie says to me over the increasing noise of the crowd. My dad has had a good race but this time my focus is on Lando.

"He deserves this so much Mil. I'm gutted I can't celebrate at the podium with him" listening to the commentary around the track I'm on my feet as Lando takes the last corner and flies over the finish line "ahhh get in Lando! I'm fucking buzzing!" Hugging Millie I can't take the smile off my face, my emotions are all over the place "he's a fucking race winner Mil!"

"Yes Lando!" As the girls and I celebrate together I'm hoping no one realises who I am. I hope people around us just think we're four British girls celebrating a British win.

"He's fucking done it Mil" all I want is to run to Lando as I watch the podium celebrations but I know I can't. I watch from my place on the balcony unable to take the grin off my face. As I make my way back through the paddock I turn when I hear my name from that all too familiar voice.

"Lucía! I'm a race winner baby!" Lando comes barrelling towards me his arms going around my waist and I'm lifted off my feet as he spins me around. My arms go around his neck matching the grin on his face.

"Congratulations Lando. I'm so happy for you" standing the way we are in the paddock feels incredibly intimate for being public but right now I don't care. If Lando wants my time he can have it.

"I really want to kiss you right now"

"So kiss me. I won't stop you" the words barely leave my lips before Lando's lips are on mine. The cameras and the people around us don't matter to me. My parents know something is going on and they won't find out through the media, that's all that matters to me. The kiss is intense and I can tell Lando is pouring all of his emotions into the kiss "go and celebrate with your team and call your family. I'll see you later" kissing Lando once more I peel myself away from him wanting to stay with him but I know he has media to do before he's free to fully celebrate. Letting Lando go no one can take the smile off my face.

[soulofapatrick]

Cold, Hard Honesty - Tommy Miller x Reader

Summary: Y/N has to trudge home from patrol cold and wet in the middle of winter and Tommy is there to help you warm up before you catch a cold but things get admitted

Words: 1.8K

Warnings: none (I don’t think)

Notes: Just something small while I try come up with more ideas x

Y/N’s POV

The gate opens for me and I ignore the huddled group of my friends and family who by the looks of it were about to send out a search party for me. Ellie and Tommy are calling my name but I just ignore them, not in the damn mood for anything. I head straight to my small house, wanting to get out of my sopping wet clothes that have been chaffing painfully for the last hour, ripping the skin open and drawing blood in some places that has been my only source of warmth. I must look like shit and am definitely deathly pale, my lips and fingertips are tinged blue and they’re practically numb to any feeling so I keep trying to flex my hands to keep some blood running through them. I would rather kill myself than get hypothermia and have to have my hands or fingers amputated. 

Of course, my not so trusty horse - Indiana - decided that today he would spook at a flock of birds and reared in panic subsequently throwing me into the ice cold lake then bolting back to Jackson. Today was the first time I was allowed to take this route on my own to prove myself and I’m pretty sure I won’t be allowed on any patrol routes on my own anymore let alone this one. With Indiana gone the only way home was to pull myself out of the river and trudge my way back, through the heavy snow for a hour and just hope no raiders or infected appear as my weapons are attached to Indiana’s saddle and I’m too slow to defend myself. The cold’s too busy setting into my bones and wrapping her icy fingers over every inch of me despite how much I try and warm myself up by rubbing my arms. It just speeds up the process of chaffing so I have to stop, keeping my arms around myself as I walked, barely able feel my feet and my whole body is trembling from the cold and water, my hair practically frozen against my back. 

The snow crunches behind mine as one of them breaks away from the concerned group to follow me. I don’t dare look behind me because as soon as I look at whoever is following me I’m going to break down and… I don’t cry. I’m not that type of person. I’ve killed hundreds of infected, clickers and blasters alike, many are scared to hear my name let alone meet me. 

I. Don’t. Cry. 

My keys fumble in my hands and I let my eyes slip shut when the person’s body presses up against my back and gently nudges the keys from my shaking hands so they can unlock the door. They smell of vanilla; coffee and woodsmoke and I try not to groan knowing it’s Tommy. Tommy is the one currently ushering me into my own house with large hands on my hips before he’s kicking the front door shut behind us, his chest still practically pressed to my back. He doesn’t speak, just keeps his hands on me being slow with his movement as he drags them up my front and carefully unzips my coat, letting it fall to the floor between us. I almost whine when he steps away, the cold making its way back through me until hands are gripping mine and he’s now in front of me. 

I don’t want to meet his gaze but he’s staring, waiting for me to do it so with a shaky breath I’m flicking my eyes up from the floor to meet his cognac ones. They’re full of concern and worry when I barely react to his thumb brushing over my trembling bottom lip, hardly feeling it through the chills. He’s drawing me forwards with every step back until we’re in the bathroom, only letting go to begin running me a bath. Quicker than I can process he’s back, nimble fingers moving to my shirt now, carefully unbuttoning it and a gasp escapes his lips when he sees the blood. It’s trickling down my shoulders, red and watery trailing little bits of heat over soaking my entire being. The shirt is flung aside before I just watch as Tommy sinks to his knees, popping the button on my jeans and sliding them down just as slowly, pressing scorching kisses on hips every time I wince at the drag of the denim. Soon enough they’re joining my shirt and Tommy’s standing, checking the bath is ready for me. 

“T-Tommy…” My voice is hoarse and shakes, hands reaching for him and he just pulls me against his chest, wrapping those strong arms around my shoulders and pressing a sweet kiss against my forehead that has me burying my face in his chest as the tears prickle behind my eyes. The feeling of safety and comfort wafting off of him is almost too much and he cards a hand over my slowly melting hair, rocking us on the spot and I let the damn burst. I’m sobbing, being done with everything and just so fucking wrecked and Tommy just holds me through it all, not saying a word knowing I’ll talk when I’m ready, “Stay.” 

“I’m right here sweet girl,” He soothes, holding my face in his hands and making me look at him, thumb brushing away the tears before he’s guiding me towards the bathtub, “You need to get warm before you catch a cold.” His lips pressing against my forehead again and the water stings as I slowly step in, sinking down with his large hands helping me. He’s moving away from the edge of the bath and I’m letting out a whimper, grabbing his hand tightly as I don’t want him to go. I need him here with me and keeping me safe. I don’t want to be alone and his gaze softens until he’s kneeling next to the bathtub. His arms resting along the edge of it and head on his arms as I sink back, letting the water warm my freezing joints, the chaffing making it somewhat uncomfortable. 

It’s as if Tommy can sense my discomfort as he’s moving, leaning over me to grab the wash cloth and I let him run it over the open wounds, hands gripping his arm at the pain but he soothes every action with quiet praises. I wish this was real, him soothing and praising me but he doesn’t see me like that. I’m just his niece’s best friend and nothing more, he’s looking after me out of courtesy and the fact I won’t let anyone near me like this except him and maybe Jesse. I want him to want me back but he’s not going to.

“Hey sweet girl,” His thumb brushes another tear off my cheek, “What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” 

“N-no Tom, no you’re okay.” 

“What’s wrong?” 

“N-Nothing.” 

“Don’t lie to me.” 

“I’m in love with you.” I blurt out, keeping my face turned away from him, not wanting to see the disgust on his face. He’s silent, the washcloth still making comforting strokes over my skin and I want to just sink under the water. I’m sliding myself down but his hot hands grip my shoulders and he’s turning my upper half to face him. His cognac eyes are full of a mixture of emotions but the way they dart down to my parched lips and back up has a little bit of hope swelling in my chest but I could be hallucinating really. A reaction to the changing temperatures or something. 

It’s very real and heartbreaking when he gets up and walks out, hesitating by the door and I’m breaking down again. Embarrassment and loss adding to the pain encompassing my body as it tries to find the base temperature. I just stay there, laying back so just my face is still above the water and cry, feeling so stupid. I’ve probably ruined my friendship with Tommy forever now and that seems to hurt even more than him walking out on me after my admittance. 

I don’t know how much longer I lay in the bath but by the time I get out the sun is setting and the water has gone cold. My muscles scream at every movement as I dry myself gingerly with the towel before pulling on a clean shirt and pants then trudging to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee and find something to eat. Just my luck my fridge is practically empty and if I had any more tears left I’d be crying again but instead I’m resting my elbows on the cool counter and my face buried in my hands as I wait for the water to boil for my coffee. 

I’m so wrapped up in my thoughts about Tommy and they way he looked at me, looked down at my lips, before he walked out that I don’t hear my front door open and close. I’m jumping, spinning around with my hands raised ready to defend myself, at the clearing of someone’s throat. 

Oh. It’s Tommy. He has a sheepish look on his face, a bag in his hand and he’s just standing there. I want to yell and throw something at him, instead mustering a broken, “Get out.” His face breaks and he’s putting the bag down before moving towards me with purpose, “I said get out Tom-“ Lips are on mine, feverish and needing. Strong hands on my hip and cupping my cheek as he kisses me like I’m the air he needs to live. My hearts pounding but then again it could be Tommy’s but all I know is I need him like I need oxygen. 

“I’m sorry I walked out. I didn’t expect you to say that let alone feel the same way,” He gasps out when we part and I just turn my head away but he’s holding my face between those gun-calloused palms, forcing me to look into those endless pools of cognac before he continues, “I am madly in love with you too and I want you so much, if you’ll still have me.” 

“What’s in the bag?” 

“Dinner, I saw your fridge was empty.” He blushes, his sun kissed skin flushing red and he’s ducking his head. A surprised sound leaving those beautiful lips when I yank him closer and steal his breath away with another kiss. I forgive him. Of course I forgive him. How could I not forgive him? He’s so addictive and I could spend all day like this, his lips bruising mine with a passion that I have only ever dreamed of and read of in those books from before the outbreak, “Come on, let’s eat before it gets cold.” 

“You won’t leave me?” 

“Never.” 

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I’m in the same boat with vegetarianism. I’m currently a minor, but when I turn 18 i plan to start eating meat (i have some health problems due to malnourishment but my parents are super religious and strict). What foods do you recommend for someone eating meat for the first time?

That’s almost exactly how my upbringing was, so I understand how transitioning to eating meat can be intimidating. If you’ve been vegetarian your whole life/a long period of time, you’re most likely going to have some minor stomach issues when you first start eating meat. These will eventually go away as your body gets used to processing the new foods. I recommend starting with meals you already know you like, and then eat the meat version of it. My first meat food was chicken noodle soup because the soup was familiar. If you like meat substitutes (like the beyond meat/impossible meat/morning star brands) I would go with having the meat version! If you like veggie chicken nuggets, try regular frozen chicken nuggets! If you like veggie burgers, try having a small hamburger. Something I do NOT recommend until you’ve been eating meat for a while is trying to cook with raw meat. Pre cooked meat will be your best friend. If you don’t know how to properly prepare meat, there’s a higher chance of getting yourself sick. Do your research, get used to cooking with pre cooked meat, and then try something where you cook something all the way (like baking chicken instead of pan frying it. It’s harder to undercook). Just remember that over cooking meat is better than under cooking meat and getting sick (I’ve been eating meat for 2 years and I’m still too scared to cook with chicken. I only eat precooked chicken, canned chicken, and chicken from restaurants where I KNOW it’s safe). You might have been told that meat is bad for you or unhealthy (I was told this) but it’s an EXCELLENT source of protein and nutrients. Go slow, take your time figuring out what you like, and enjoy this new food group! Below the cut is some meat dishes I enjoy. Some are precooked, and some I get from restaurants or fresh from the store.

Hot dogs (you just gotta boil them or put them in the air fryer. They’re already cooked)

Chicken apple sausage (precooked, in the air fryer on 400°f for 5 minutes)

Sausage patties and eggs (precooked, you just need to fry them so they defrost and get a bit of searing on them)

Frozen corn dogs (precooked, air fryer or oven)

Breakfast sandwiches with sausage or bacon

Chicken salad sandwich/chicken salad with crackers/on a bed of lettuce (I used canned chicken, drain the juice out, and mix in miracle whip, mustard, and desired seasonings. Canned chicken is precooked)

Canned soup with meat in it (precooked, just microwave it or heat it on the stove)

Pizza with pepperoni or sausage on it

BBQ shredded chicken or pork on bread (you can buy it at the store and all you have to do it microwave it to heat it up. It’s precooked)

Breakfast sausage links (not precooked, but it’s easy to cook them. Just fry them until the outside is golden brown and then cut them in half. If it’s not pink inside, you’re good to go)

Burger patties (same as above. It’s easy to cook them in a pan, just make sure the inside isn’t pink. A cut in half burger is better than a food poisoning burger)

Chicken quesadilla (use canned chicken, shredded, with the juice drained, and add whatever seasonings you want.) (chicken is really bland without seasonings like tofu, so you want to heavily season it)

Chicken enchiladas (same as above. Use seasoned canned chicken if you’re not comfortable with cooking chicken and shredding it)

Any meat frozen microwavable TV dinners (super easy to make and it gives you a wide selection of meat dishes without having to actually cook them. I like frozen chicken alfredo or chicken pad thai)

Spaghetti with meatballs (meatballs are super easy to make. Get some ground beef, follow a recipe for seasonings and stuff that binds the meat together, and pop them in the oven. Once again, cut them open to see if they’re pink inside) (or invest in a meat thermometer if you want to cook meat often. It really helps with food poisoning anxiety)

Tacos/burritos with ground beef (see above)

CHICKEN PAD THAI WITH PEANUT SAUCE (I’ve mentioned pad thai before but I could eat this every day for the rest of my life. Find a local thai restaurant and try it. The tofu version is also really good)

Beef sticks (personally I don’t really like them because of the texture, but they’re a really easy source of protein and good to have around)

That’s about all I can think of right now, but I hope your journey leads you to new foods you like and your health improves! Always feel free to message me if you have any other questions or need any guidance (or send me an ask if you want to stay anonymous!)