#whatever mean ass kisses u gnaws u

[yameoto]

any more thoughts on puppy art.. please. only if u want to though haha !! (please?)

ohh u guys love your darling little lapdog huh?

LAPDOG ART DONALDSON! fem!reader

▸ a drooler. nosing his head between your legs n he's already salivating. he's so cute like that. face smushed between your thighs, panting as spit pools in his mouth, nose twitching like a cute little bunny at the scent of your arousal. taking the trim of your panties between his teeth, dragging it down inch by inch. quivering because he just wants to rip them off but the last time he did that he tore your nice lacy lingerie and u didnt touch him for a week. when he eats you out he laps at your cunt like an eager puppy. comes away absolutely glistening. dripping, even. your juices n his saliva smearing his cheeks, his nose, dribbling down his chin.

▸ bigggg on humping. obviously. when you're too busy to give him attention he'll just shuffle over onto your lap and just start rubbing up against you. he's ridden out the best orgasms that way; creaming in his already-sodden boxers as slick gets all over ur thigh. he likes to do it when you're working or when you're on a call (you always punish him best that way). oftentimes you'll wake up at night to slick sheets—finding him grindin up against you, moaning and whimpering. a sleepy, boneless mess on your knee. he'll already have gotten himself off thrice before he tries to wakes you, just to be safe (you might take it away from him, after all). ▸ teething.... grown ass man teething... gnawing on your shoulder to stop himself from crying out when you let him fuck you.. nibbling your bottom lip red n raw when you kiss.. slobbering all over your mouth. during sex if you tease him he'll start to chew anxiously at the end of ur bra strap, the hem of your shorts, your panties if you keep him waiting too long. sometimes randomly takes your hand by the wrist and takes a fake chomp out of it (affectionate).

▸ not beyond jus being your lil stress relief toy. coming back home and he's been so good for you. he won his match. he's cooked dinner. but you don't have time for any of that. "oh, baby, don't give me that look. cock out, now." and he makes a little mewling noise and immediately his shorts are a crumpled puddle on the floor—raging boner popping out, all swollen n red n leaking bc hes been waiting for you for hours. ▸ sighing, telling him to sit and so he does. legs spreading wide on the couch, blinking up at u in earnest neediness. and when you sink onto his cock he makes this insane, visceral whining noise—back arcing off the seat. ▸ cockwarmer? more like cuntwarmer. you tell him don't move and don't cum. an impossible ask. he's pawing at your back, whimpering when your only response is to lean back heavier, sinking your full weight down on his poor, poor cock. n it feels soso good but he only lasts two minutes on a good day! let alone when you're switching the tv on and settling back into him like he's part of the couch. occasionally your hips jump, walls pulsing tight, choking his sensitive dick. you're grinding down into his lap and he's twitching inside of u and hot tears are prickling his eyes—fingers digging into your thighs, trembling.

▸ time ticking on.. the coil of heat in his gut winding tighter n tighter.. art's cheeks are flushed and hes wetting the back of your shirt with his silent tears. he persists, though, because he's good. he's gonna be a good boy for you. and it works! for a time, when you seem like you've almost forgotten your pussy is strangling his cock and you're only rolling your hips occasionally, sending warm thrums of pleasure through him. lulling him into a false sense of security.

▸ until all of a sudden you decide to be mean and for whatever reason you lift your hips before slamming them back down again, and his sharp gasp and slurred mewls perfectly cue the geyser that erupts from his slit.

▸ not even letting him cum inside you.. sliding off his spurting cock thats blowing cum like a volcano. hot, sticky strings arcing in the air and splattering all over the carpet, the couch cushions. his eyes glazing over, all glassy n sparkly as he crumples back in the couch, blubbering tearful apologies as his cock leaks like a faucet, staining the poor, new pillows.

▸ adores aftercare. or just your comfort in general. please rest your hand against his cheek and let him sigh and melt and nuzzle into the palm of your hand like you're taking the weight of the world off his shoulders. tug gently on his hair. scratch his scalp. let him curl up on your lap and pat him and coo sweet nothings in his ear. simple things, like "sweet baby, did so good today." or "tired puppy. took mommy so well."

▸ "fuck— m'sorry. m'sorry, m'sorry—" "hey, shh, darling. aw, don't cry. mommy's got you. how bout you curl up on momma's lap, kay?" "..mkay."

[mdverse]

md's fun silly little top 10(ish) arts of the 2023!*

*pretend there's a fun cute doodled banner here (i was going to make one earlier and then i forgor)

doing a lil recap of my top 10 15 (it was supposed to be 10 and i could not narrow it down oops) best(? this is subjective as fuck i guess it's more like my personal faves) drawings of the year! *the crowd cheers* (it’s me I’m the crowd)

15: paradise by the dashboard light! i hate to rank her so low bc i spent ages on her but it seems i don't love the result that much anymore so :/ a for effort for me tho this was ambitious

14: cheer girl loml <33 not my best art technically by far but i went way out of my comfort zone for the background and the art style (for no good reason really) (i just wanted to do a comic book thing bc superhero vibes or whatever) (it did not come out the way i was hoping it would bc i think i got too frustrated) and we simply must acknowledge that. atog did things to me that i cannot explain

13: barbie meme brittana! not my best britt but truly sooo fun to work on. there's nothing quite like finding a fun rendering process and then never using it again (i don't even remember how i coloured this but i like it)

12: cowboy barbie brittana <3 they look good, they're about to kiss, cute outfits, pretty sunset, probably went overboard with the rim lighting, what's not to love? a banger, i think

11: i say a little prayer! i think the background is. questionable at best. but this is still really fun! i think i got possessed when i got to the uniforms bc goddamn they look good

10: klaine?? on this blog???? almost unheard of lmao i truly did not think i would like this one as much as i did. i'd consider ranking it higher if i wasn't constantly Unwell over brittana but again, i'm biased, and no one here should be surprised about that

9: pre-wedding kiss my beloved! with how insane i've been over this kiss it could perhaps be higher. i am gnawing on my desk as we speak i'm not even sitting at a desk rn

8: rutherchang x black swan!! ohhh u guys i don't talk about this one enough i think it's so pretty i don't even remember how i did the colours for it but rhgfdkngd?? love her, love pushing the glee x bts agenda, if any of u gifmakers are interested in making a mike chang x black swan lyric gifset i will love u forever

7: colour wheel challenge! busted my whole tiddies and ass for this one fellas. labour of love etc etc i think staring at the bright colours for so long made my eyesight worse and i'm ok with that

6: mistletoe brittana <33 easily the best instalment of this series by a long shot! recency bias (and also just. regular bias) made me rank her much higher originally but technically she is not the most intricate piece so she must sit down here

5: prom queen kurt! dare i say a girlslay on my behalf? i think i dare. every time i see it i think i should do more glosters (glee posters) and then i don't. i could tho they would be really cool (source: dude trust me)

4: churro kiss redraw!!! genuinely Not Sane over this! never have been, never will be! redraws are like crack to me and so is this kiss

3: furtana!! i neglected them for far too long this year but if neglecting them results in art like this i may have to do it again

2: heart kiss <3 if we're being really honest and vulnerable in the chat tonight i think this is technically my best of the brittana kiss screencap redraw things i've done this year? which i did not see coming but i guess practice means refining the process etc etc so. it makes sense ig. mwah to them <3

1: black or white gcv animation <3 it's not what i would call my best drawing (bc it's, yknow, not just one drawing) but it is what i would call the product of a very obsessive thought and some frantic art sessions. objectively it's the coolest thing i've done this year so it deserves the top spot. i'm proud of it i hope to glanimate more next year. also this isn't art but it's a relevant post that i still stand by months later

[laundrette]

everything in the first n second row ❤

i’m ignoring the first five words of this message💞💞 *holds u close*

[zigtheeortega]

calm before the storm

✿ pairing: bryce x mc

✿ word count: 2.5k

✿ warnings: loss, death, funeral – angst.

✿ author’s note: i didn’t necessarily think that bryce was written ooc, but the whole post-funeral sequence was pretty weird to me. i’m someone who copes very similarly to bryce, so i could see myself reflected in him a lot. and i thought the s*x scene was very oddly placed so, here’s me warping canon again bc i’m dissatisfied! lmao hope u enjoy <3 also this fic is very close to me emotionally – i experienced two close deaths in april and june. 

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Since the moment his hands trembled amidst one of the most important surgeries of his life, Bryce was holding on by a thread.

With each half-assed joke he cracked, each wavering smile, each time he tried convincing others – including himself – that he was coping, he fell apart more and more.

The first night he went home after Spencer was quarantined, he trudged through the halls of Edenbrook, like he was dragging his legs through wet concrete. He was nearly magnetized to her bedside, not wanting to leave, but he needed to rest – he’d been awake for nearly a day and a half by the time he clocked out.

He blinked and he was back home. Couldn't remember how he got there. He was on autopilot and didn’t have a clue until he’d already wasted so much time. When night came, he couldn’t recall what he’d done that day.

The days between the diagnostics team finding a cure were torturous, the mere thought of not knowing what the future held – for the first time in his life – shaking him to his core.

He found himself paying close attention to Keiki. Each sarcastic quip, rude comment, or joke at his expense, he listened, soaking it up, no thoughts about the problem back in Hawaii. He whole-heartedly enjoyed her. Through one of the hardest times in his life, he was rekindling a relationship that never should’ve fallen apart.

The night he spent with Spencer, cuddled up next to her in his starchy hazmat suit, was the most daunting of them all. He was smiling and flirting with her, a little bit of his normal self shining through, but the crushing weight of his reality was distracting him.

This could be the last time that you see her smile.

God, he knew he had a killer smile of his own, but hers put the whole damn sun to shame. Her grin lit up her whole body, like every atom in her body was in it. And despite her sunken in eyes, her pale, sickly appearance, she still emitted those same infectious rays that he was eager to soak up.

This could be the last time that you hold her.

He curled himself around her, spooning her like he’d done a handful of times before. What he wouldn’t give to have a faceful of her hair again, the tropical scent so familiar to him that he couldn’t help but associate the scent of coconut with her.

This could be the last time that you feel her.

He stroked her face with a gloved hand, wishing for nothing more than to feel her smooth skin beneath his fingertips again. He pressed into her, hoping she could feel his warmth through the thin layer of fabric.

When her eyelids finally fluttered shut, overcome with exhaustion, his mind wandered to the possibility of it all being over.

And he couldn’t cope with that.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to.

When the treatment worked, and both she and Rafael were cured, it was the first time in months he’d experienced genuine joy. He didn’t know what higher power out there was looking out for him, but he silently thanked the universe for looking out for her. And for putting her in his life, and decidedly keeping her there.

The funeral was too much for him.

Seeing the two caskets, sealed tight, the endless arrangements of flowers, the sea of black clothing… it was overwhelming. Foreign. Like he was intruding on something so intimate that wasn’t meant for him to see.

And the sounds. He’d never forget it. Choked sobs from every angle, constant sniffling, a sporadic wail. The atmosphere made him antsy. His suit was itchy, his shoes were uncomfortable, and he was surrounded by grief.

Both Danny and Bobby meant a lot to Edenbrook, but it was nothing compared to what Spencer meant to him.

He must’ve slipped into auto-pilot (again), because before he knew it, the funeral was over, and he was outside of her apartment.

Wordlessly, he wrapped her in his arms, burying his face in her shoulder, the smell of her shampoo enough to bring him to tears. He was so fucking close to losing that forever. His free will to kiss her, to touch her, to hold her.

She invited him in, and every step to her room felt like each string that held him together was snapping, his sutures buckling under the weight he carried.

He was digging deep, trying to pull any kind of genuine quip from within him, to maybe – just maybe – convince Spencer he was okay.

But did he want to keep her in the dark?

Opening up was so fucking hard for him. Either he was a burden or he was let down by the people he confided in.

Trustworthiness was hard to come by, and Bryce knew that. That’s why Spencer was the first to know about Keiki, about his parents, about him. Not entirely, since he wasn’t ready for that just yet, but he was getting there.

It was a slow process, and he revered Spencer’s patience. Not once did she get upset with him for not sharing every detail.

And he almost fucking lost that.

His torturous inner monologue that he worked so hard to bury showed up when Keiki did. Guilt ate him alive, anxiety gnawed his insides, and regret feasted on whatever was left.

His mind was a hurricane, angry waves crashing painfully against his subconscious, the storm surge from his repeated trauma more than he could handle alone.

The one person he should’ve let in was almost taken from him, ripped from him like a surfboard after a wipeout.

He was drowning, and he flicked away the only hand that was outstretched for him.

And he almost fucking lost her.

The moment Spencer’s brows furrowed at whatever unconvincing mask he had plastered on his features, he broke.

His throat ached and flexed as he tried to choke back the tears, but he just… couldn’t.

Fuck, you’re so weak. He cursed at himself as the tears started flowing, warm streaks trailing down his bronzed skin, vision blurred like his head was under water. This isn’t about you.

The one time deflection was warranted, he broke down into a blubbering heap at her feet.

Like the angel she was, Spencer coaxed his body towards the bed, settling him against the down comforter before his legs buckled beneath him.

She gathered him in her arms, holding him exactly like he needed (like he wanted, but he didn’t want to admit it out loud).

She held him like he held her – like it was the last time.

The revelation tore him up inside, knowing she’d never take a second of their time together for granted again.

He pulled back, running a shaky hand through his hair, loose strands clinging to his damp forehead.

“I normally can hold it together better.” “You don’t have to do that around me, Bryce. You know that,” she encouraged, eyes still red-rimmed from the funeral.

“You’re the one that almost died, and I’m sitting here crying letting you comfort me,” he laughed through a sob, bouncing his leg on the ground nervously.

“You watched me almost die,” she whispered, squeezing his hand. “You’re allowed to be upset.”

His chin wobbled, and he rolled his lips to mask it. He took a shuddering breath, squeezing his eyes shut. “Spencer, I – have you ever…” He trailed off. Why was this so fucking hard?

“Have I been through this before?”

“Yeah,” was all he could manage.

She nodded. “Have you?”

“No.”

She nodded again.

“It’s making me think about my life… and the people in it. And things I could’ve done differently… better.”

“What do you mean?”

“When I saw you in that room, after the gas started affecting you, and your face… it –” he bit his lip to hold back a soft sob. “It got me thinking about everything that we didn’t do.”

“Bryce…” she laced her fingers in his, rubbing her thumb methodically over his skin.

“We’ve barely seen each other this year, Spencer. I got caught up with Keiki, and trying to figure shit out, and –” he searched her eyes, tears welling up again. “When I saw you in that room, nothing else mattered.”

“More than one thing can be important to you –”

“You’re important to me, Spence. You deserve better than what I’ve given you this year,” he shook his head, tears spilling over. “I can’t lose you.”

“You aren’t losing me, Bryce. I’m right here,” she practically cooed, trying her best to soothe him.

“I shouldn’t be the one being comforted right now. Please,” he whispered.

She pulled back, scooting backward onto the bed to cross her legs, as he stood up, pacing.

“It’s like I’m fucking up left and right with the people who matter to me,” he fisted his pockets, avoiding her eyes as he strode across the room.

“You of all people should know that you can’t take the blame for things that are out of your control,” she murmured softly, tugging at a loose string at the hem of her dress.

“I know I can’t control it and that’s why it makes me want to tear my fucking hair out,” he said through gritted teeth, biting back tears. He didn’t want to cry anymore, but his body had other ideas.

“Bryce, you couldn’t have stopped a bursting gas canister. Nobody could’ve stopped it.”

“That’s not what I’m frustrated over. I’m… I don’t know how to say it without sounding like a dick and making this about me. There’s a lot going through my head right now,” he laughed humorlessly, stopping in the middle of the room directly across from the bed.

“Talk it out with me. I’ve got time,” she smiled encouragingly, folding her hands in her laps politely, like the angel she was.

God, sometimes he was thankful for his parent’s demonic behavior, because if not for the bad karma the Lahela’s accumulated, there’s no way in hell the universe would’ve balanced itself out by placing an angel like her in his path.

“On the one hand I’m angry at myself for not spending time with you like I should’ve,” he chewed his lip for a second, trying to gather his thoughts, before speaking again slowly. “I could’ve lost you and I was more worried about keeping secrets from everyone and dealing with shit on my own, you know? Which I never should’ve done.”

“But you didn’t and still don’t have to tell me anything. You’re allowed to have boundaries,” she interjected calmly.

“But maybe… maybe I don’t want that anymore,” he shrugged out of his tux jacket, draping it over the back of her desk chair as he spoke. ���You still barely know Keiki. I barely know Keiki. And I holed myself up when you were waiting there with open arms. I don’t know. Maybe I just didn’t want to burden anybody? I don’t know.” He repeated, downplaying his own self–realization.

“And I’m frustrated because I don’t… know how to deal with this,” he gestured around the room, then to himself. “How to wrap my brain around all of it. This was the first time I lost anybody like this.”

“I wasn’t even super close to Danny and Bobby,” he continued, shoving his hands in his pockets to calm his shaking hands.

“Losing people is always hard. Doesn’t matter how close or distant you are to somebody,” she said, trying to hold his eyes, but he could barely look at her.

He’d never opened up like this before. He was so vulnerable… so exposed, and he was afraid. Afraid she’d run away. That she’d bolt the second he plopped his thick suitcases filled to the brim, nearly bursting with emotional baggage from the past two decades.

“I’m sad about losing them, definitely, and going to a funeral for the first time in my life really fucked with my head but… fuck, I’m gonna sound like such an asshole,” he willed himself to look up from his shoes, staring intently at her. “None of that even comes close to what I felt when I thought I’d lost you.”

“Kyra was hanging on by a thread while I thought you were –” he choked, pressing his lips in a firm line to stop his sobs, which escaped through his nose in short breaths instead.

“I’ve never felt pressure like that. And my life has been nothing but pressure.” The words were freely flowing from him, like a dam held together by a few twigs, snapping to release a flood that neither of them anticipated.

“You had to run towards your problems, not away from them,” she whispered, like she wasn’t sure if he’d agree. But the moment the words left her lips, it was like the puzzle pieces fell into place for him.

Maui should’ve been his safe haven, but from the moment his parents were exposed in every form of news throughout Hawaii, he was itching to leave. The island fever settled into his bones and never left. It was an ever present anxiety he struggled with despite finding a home in Boston, Edenbrook, and Spencer.

When shit went down back home, he ran. When people found out who he was states away from the fallout, he ran. It was predictable, methodical, like an appendectomy. The same muscle memory that sliced skin and fastened sutures with delicate precision pumped his legs until he was as far away from his problems as he could get.

“Everytime I lost somebody, it was because I chose to. This time it was like something was being ripped away from me, and I couldn’t handle it,” Bryce said, a profound statement that caused a pained whimper to escape his lips.

“Bry…” She breathed, scooting to the edge of the bed, gently tugging at his shirt sleeve to pull him down to sit on the comforter.

“You don’t have to have all the answers right now, alright? And you don’t have to carry all of this alone. I’m here. You’ve got all of us,” she said, motioning towards the walls of the apartment. “Sometimes just letting it out can take the weight off your shoulders. And you’ve got a heavy load, Bryce.”

She rubbed soothing circles on his back, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “I’m not leaving you.”

He held her eye, doe-eyed gaze piercing – Spencer could see right through him, and god did he love feeling seen.

There was nothing he could say to thank her properly for putting aside her feelings to listen to him for a few minutes. Those few minutes where he unleashed a small portion of the shit he’d been building up for years.

So instead he did what he’d been craving since the moment he saw her behind the glass.

He pulled her into a frenzied kiss, pouring every part of himself into the embrace, wrapping him in her arms like she belonged there, as if he was saying “I’m not leaving you, either. You’re safe now.”

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[penelopeshusband]

Distraction (p2) ((Spencer Reid x Reader))

Summery: Your concern for Reid’s recent trauma turns into a confrontation of a drug problem, into more than friendly bonding

Type: Smut

Spencer Reid (criminal minds) x Reader

Reader uses they/them pronouns.

Part Two of varies connected smut shots

Baton Rouge was a headache. The unsub was clearly organized and intelligent, only based on the fact that you had run in circles with Reid and Morgan and still come up flat. You paced inside your hotel room, searching through your memories for any conclusions you might have missed. But the killer had to be meticulous. The clean kill, almost no evidence. A spotless case. Only one thing has stuck to you, and it had nothing to do with the investigation.

Reid had been strange, the last few weeks, almost months, which was not out of the ordinary for someone going through a traumatic experience. Shaking, irritability, more than the usual reclusively. The way he now shied away from your touch...the dilated eyes...constant blush...

You couldn't take it anymore. Your worry felt like it was gnawing at your insides. You sighed, stopping your pacing and staring at your hotel room door.

Lucky for you, he was just right next to you. You could hear footsteps from inside. Up late, you guessed. You gently knocked on the door. "Spencer?" You said, barely loud enough for him to hear you. You heard him stop dead. "I just wanted to check on you, I cant sleep..."

There was silence, before the door clicked open. He swung the door slightly ajar. He peeked through.

"U-uh, (f/n), I'm not really..." he trailed off as he looked into your eyes, then looked at the ground in front of you.

It didn't take a profiler to see through him. Sweat beading at his temple, avoidance of eye contact, visibly shaking. His lip quivered as he searched for words.

"Reid, please let me in? " you frowned. He tried to close the door, but you placed your foot to keep it wedged open. "I know, I'm probably out of line here, but, I'm... worried."

He examined your face, eyes darting over you. He huffed, nodding and opening the door.

You walked in. "You weren't yourself today." The door shut behind Spencer. He was now in full view as he faced you.

Your eyes always  found themselves lingering on his slender figure, tall and lithe. His arms were crossed defensively against his chest, eyes on the floor, biting inside of his cheek.

"I just haven't been sleeping." He said with a straight face, too forced to be believable.

"Spence," you gently touched his arm. He jerked away violently, much to your surprise. "Okay, look, you can talk to me. Whatever's going on..."

"What, what, you'll understand? Listen?" He snapped, glaring at you through narrow eyes. You flinched, but stayed quiet. He scoffed. "Look, I don't care what Hotch, or-or Gideon, Morgan, or anyone says. I'm fine, I can do my job."

You watched as he ran his hands through his hair. It was not brushed, unkept. You could tell there was a build up of grease. It explained the build up of stubble, and the small amount of acne that was building up on his forehead though he was in his 20s.

He sat on the queen mattress, resting his face in his hands. He bounced his leg. He let out a shaky breath. You slowly approached the bed, sitting beside him.

"I don't need people treating me like I'm weak. Its nothing I cant handle."

"No one thinks your weak." You reached to put your hand on his shoulder, taping it lightly before resting your hand on it. "We care about you. I care about you."

He was silent. Your eyes skimmed to his bag, instantly finding something out of place. You stood, striding over. You squatted down, reaching in and grabbing a small bottle.

"Hey-don't-"

"Dilaudid, Spencer?" You stood, shaking it in his face. He went to snatch it away from you, and you pulled it away.

"I-I didn't- it's not- its from the hospital-" he tried to reach for it again, but you stepped back.

"Don't. Lie to me about this. This is serious." Your voice was deadpan, glaring straight into his eyes that refused to return it.

He continued to stutter, slipping over his words. "Please, (y/n), I can handle it, you don't need to worry. It's nothing." His voice was in a hushed tone. You could see tears in his eyes. He suddenly looked like a confused child, scared and alone.

"Spence..." You felt yourself soften. You watched as he tried to hold his face together, quivering as a tear fell down his cheek.

"It just gets so loud, sometimes, in my own head..." his voice cracked. his arms motioned as he spoke. "I hear his voice, I feel the pain and...the pain of everything and it just-I can't"

He turned away, a quiet sob escaping his lips.

You touched him, and when he didn't shy away, wrapped your arms around him. You rested your head on his back, feeling as he relaxed in your arms. You felt your eyes water as you held him. "We don't have to talk about it right now, okay?" you cooed. He let out a long, shaky breath. "You should take a warm shower. I'll leave if you want me to..."

"No, no. Please stay." He sniffled, turning. Though his face was streaked with tears, his usual mask was on again. "I would...Like company."

You blushed, smiling and nodding. He smiled back, but quickly went into the bathroom, clicking the lock shut. You let out a soft sigh of relief when you heard the shower water start.

You laid on the bed, a shaky breath escaping your lips. But... you had to admit that you weren't shocked. You tried to push it out of your mind for now, the feeling of guilt plaguing you. You couldn't have done anything, you told yourself, just help him now.

You wiped away your own guilty tears, sniffling. You stared at the bottle, as if it would whisper its secrets to you. You understood, somewhat. To erase the pain, to forget the horrors that plague you in your waking hours, even the sleeping ones. To hide behind you intellect just for it to be torn down by a tsunami of emotions. He was just in pain. In so much pain...

You wished you could stop it. But that was unrealistic, right? If you were good enough to make it better, make him happy. You stopped, scolding yourself for the line of thought. You had only slept together, once, almost a year ago. You had a silent agreement to not talk about it. You would most likely be fired, never find another job...All you had been reduced to were soft glances.

The shower hissed to a stop, drawing your attention away. You sat up quickly, watching as the door swung open. He must like his showers hot, you thought to yourself as steam rolled from the doorway. But you were immediately sidetracked by seeing Dr. Reid walk out, towel tied around his waist loosely.

You found your eyes wandering, over his chest and stomach. The obvious curvature of his hips on his thin body, the towel resting low enough that the trail of hair on his stomach turned into pubic hair. He moved his wet hair from his face and looked up at you. You fumbled over your words, covering your eyes. "I am so sorry. I can leave."

He chuckled, and you looked up to see a soft blush painted across his nose. "Its fine, (y/n), I was, uh, just grabbing some clothes."

You peaked through your fingers, watching as he crouched over his bag to dig for clothes. His back was strong, you had to be in the FBI, yet he still seemed like a toothpick. The curve of his spine was as obvious as his hips, and his ass...

You turned around fast as he stood. "Would you, uh. mind if I, uhm, changed?"

"No, no, not at all..." You buried your face in your hands, feeling the hotness of your face. You felt like screaming, and your mind was already running into walls as you tried to push your arousal into a small box. Your body burnt, fire from your face to your pelvis. Your growing (wetness/erection) betrayed your feelings.

You peeked up, watching as he pulled up his sweatpants. "Do you still want me here?" you muttered. He sighed, sitting next to you. He didn't bother putting on a shirt. For the first time, the injection marks on his arms were obvious. He must have noticed you staring.

"Yes." He struggled to say, gently touching your hand. You gently took it, as he slipped his fingers between yours and gripped tightly. He was still shaking, and it was as if he was holding onto you for all manor of stability. "You know...Through all of this, I keep thinking that this would be different if I was just stronger. If I didn't let it get to me like this-"

"You're not weak, you're human."

He looked up at you, moving a single strand of hair from his face. "You know, Its funny. The thing I'm most worried about is you thinking...I don't know. It's not relevant."

"Spence..." You caressed his cheek gently. He seemed to search for something to say, but instead met your eyes for a brief moment.

He leaned in, kissing you gently on the lips. You froze in place as his lips touched yours, waiting for you to close the gap. You kissed him back softly, closing your eyes. His face and hair were still wet, and his lips were soft. He pulled away slowly.

"I've, uh, kind of missed that..." he whispered breathlessly. He held your face in his hands. Kissing you again, you felt yourself melt into him. Your defenses found themselves lowering, completely relaxed. You scooted closer, leaning in and resting your hands on his thigh. You could have done this for hours, you thought to yourself.

You gripped onto his pantleg, letting out a soft moan. He took that as an invitation to continue his advances, running his hand through your hair and pressing his tongue between your lips. Your tongues pressed against each other, needing and wanting to taste the other.

"You know, you can actually taste if someone's genetically compatible through their saliva. If its sour, you're not, but if its sweet, it means that your children will have strong immune systems." He rested his forehead on yours, taking a breath. You glanced down at your hands. You saw why he had paused; he was overexcited.

"Oh, that is fascinating. I would love to hear more facts." You purred, a mischievous blush crawling on your face.

"Oh, Well," you began to kiss his jaw. "Did you know that orgasms reduce blood pressure?" His breathing became more labored as you made your way to his neck. "Did you know... that...fuck..."

He let out a loud moan as you bit his neck. He gripped onto you, grabbing you and pulling you on top of his lap.

"Maybe you're more of a tactical learner..." he growled, kissing you roughly. There wasn't any hesitation now as his hands pulled up your shirt.  He attacked your chest and stomach with love bites, kisses and hickies, like an animal unable to control himself anymore.

"Spencer~" you moaned, running your hands through his hair and pulling. He moaned, looking up at you.

He ran his tongue over your nipple, before sucking on it. You gasped, grinding your hips against his erection. He reached down your pants , through the hem of your underwear, just to feel at you.

"You're so (wet/hard), just for me." He huffed, beginning to trail his fingers down to your entrance. "If I had known you were this... desperate, I would have bent you over and railed you every chance I had." he pressed a finger into you, leaning into t he crook of your neck. You let out a gasp as he fingered you. He nuzzled against you, kissing your neck tenderly.

"That would have been hot." You moaned breathlessly, pulling his hair more. He seemed to enjoy it, as it prompted him to harshly bite your jaw with a soft growl.

He dug his nails into your hips, groaning as he grinded against you. "Can we keep going?" He asked quietly. You nodded. "Perfect. I...would really like to taste you again." He blushed more than he was before, stumbling slightly as he tried to force the words out. It was cute, seeing him so flustered. You bit your lip as a smirk crawled onto you lips.

"Mmm, taste me?" You let out a bratty purr, running your fingers over the hem of his boxers that rested higher than his sweats. "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, Dr. Reid. You'll have  to be more specific." You reached your hands in, feeling his at his cock, only tracing around the tip at first. "Tell me, which part of me?"

He closed his eyes, tilting his head back and moaning as you began to stroke his cock. He throbbed in your hand, begging for release. He was already leaking precum. He seemed to forget what he was going to say, simply melting into the pleasure your grip gave him. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, panting. "Your (pussy/ass)." He groaned. "Why don't you sit on my face?"

He laid down, motioning for you. "God, you really do have an oral fixation, huh." You muttered. You obeyed his orders.

He pressed his tongue against your entrance, licking around it sensually. You moaned, shivering. He held you in place by your ass, which he massaged and pinched to his satisfaction. He pressed his tongue inside you at the same time he gave a slap to your ass.

You let out a pained moan, feeling a twang of pleasure volt throughout your body. "Oh, you're so dirty." You giggled. He simply looked up at you and winked before going back to feeling your insides with his warm, wet tongue.

It turned you on, thinking about how deviant Spencer was under it all. A sadomasochist who preferred giving over receiving.

"Spence, I wanna try something ."

He paused, looking up expectantly. You turned on top of him, making sure your (pussy/ass) was very much still accessible. You leaned down, teasing him as you licked around the tip of his cock before sucking on it gently.

"… that's a very good idea..." he moaned. He continued to eat you out, his stubble brushing against you as his tongue left no part of you unexplored. You did the same, taking him as deep as you could, just savoring the taste of his cock in your mouth. You ran your tongue over every vein, massaging his balls as you shafted his length into your throat. You gagged slightly, nesting yourself for just a moment into his pubic hair, savoring the taste of his cock and the smell of him.

You felt your body start shivering, getting close. "Spence... Spence... I'm close..." you moaned, drool trailing between your mouth and his cock. "Please...please can I cum?"

He didn't answer, simply groaning and continuing. You took that as a yes.

"Fuck, your tongue feels so good, Spencer. You're so good." You moaned, letting yourself unwind as you neared the edge. "I can't take it, I'm gonna..."

You let out a cry as your eyes rolled back, feeling the wave of release wash over you. You were still for almost a minute, brain completely blank from the orgasm. It took you a moment to return to reality, panting and looking down at Spencer. His face was a mess, covered in your (cum/fluids), but he couldn't seem happier. He was smiling like a dork, the spark of excitement still in his eyes.

"I didn't think i could do that with-with, you know, just my mouth." He stuttered, giggling slightly as he sat up. You tried to stand, but he playfully grabbed you and pulled you back into his lap. "What, you think I'm done with you? " he kissed the back of your neck. You giggled as he started to tickle you playfully. You fought against him.

"Reid! No! I'm ticklish!" You pleaded through your laughter as he tackled you to the ground, not letting up his torture. You found yourself wrestling him, rolling over to figure out who was the one in charge.

Inevitably, Reid ended up on top, your wrists pinned to the ground as the two of you came down from your playful mood. He stared down at you, looking at every part of your body with admiration.

"You still haven't cum, right?" You purred, pulling away your wrists and wrapping your arms around his neck. "I think about how you feel inside me all the time." You whispered. He kissed you, stroking his cock while he did before positioning it.

He pressed inside you, a sharp gasp escaping your lips. He looked down at you, his brown eyes that normally in the office avoided others staring right into you. You could practically see his intelligence, his kindness, his soul inside them.

"Your eyes are beautiful." you found yourself whisper, caressing his face with one hand. He blushed, breaking eye contact.

"Y-yours are dilated...I think that means you like me." He smiled shyly, despite the fact he was inside you.

This time was different than the first, more intimate. He wanted to feel as much of you on him as possible, kissing your lips and hugging you close to him. You wrapped your legs around him. His strokes immediately became faster, more demanding. He pulled away, grabbing your legs and holding them up to get deeper into you.

"Fuck. No one's ever made me feel this way. So...hungry..." he moaned, ramming into you. You didnt care if Morgan next door could hear your cries anymore. All you could focus on was his scent, his voice, his face still smeared with your mess, the feeling of his cock inside you. Nothing else mattered.

It was almost primal as you felt yourself degrade into nothing but a moaning mess subject to Spencer's will. Submitting to him physically, and mentally. He reached down, gently placing a hand over your throat.

"I-I can do it properly, if you, i mean... can i choke you?" He moaned. You simply nodded. He wrapped his hand across your throat, choking you as he made his final few thrusts.

He squeezed almost too tight as he hilted himself inside you, cum spilling into you. "I don't know if I should make a habit of that." He panted as he came down from his own orgasm, letting himself practically fall on top of you. He hadn't even bothered to pull out, just cuddling into you.

He suddenly seemed like a giant teddy bear, nuzzling you and clinging to you. His hair wasn't wet with water anymore, but sweat pooled on his forehead. You stroked his hair affectionately.

"I really can't understand why you would chose to have a sexual relationship with me. Of all people." He muttered. You could feel his eyelashes flutter against your neck.

"Do you...want a sexual relationship?"

He looked up at you, cocking his head in confusion. "I thought...this is what that is. "

You shrugged. "I guess so. We would get fired in a second."

"So, we don't get caught."

You kissed him, trying to forget about the consequences if you two did get caught.

[yikesharringrove]

so i just read Flowers for Yikes and i really love what you guys are doing! If you're taking requests, I'd love to see a college/university au with lines 4. “I… think I love you.” + 17. “I’ve gone through some real shit in my life, but… you make my present and future seem so much more brighter.” you know i love you!

@xgardensinspace we’re famous omg.

Thank you for your request! I am always taking requests, I love doing them so much. You’re so sweet! ily!

4. “I… think I love you.”

7. “I’ve gone through some real shit in my life, but… you make my present and future seem so much more brighter.”

I love a good college/university au. This is also modern au 😊 (feat. dyslexic Steve bc of course it does, it’s me)

Read on AO3

Prompts!

Flowers for Yikes can be found here! Written for me by @xgardensinspace

Steve was gnawing on a pen.

He was sitting in the chair outside of the tutoring rooms in the library. He had a standing appointment with Billy, easily the smartest undergraduate tutor in the joint, but also easily the most gorgeous man Steve had ever seen.

He was totally jacked, thick in the most delicious way with long curly blonde hair he made a show of sweeping into a bun with one of the many different colored scrunchies he owned. He had these eyes that made Steve melt, blue and kind and sharp in a way that made Steve go hot every time they were trained on him.

Billy also had a reputation, horror stories of people going to him for help and winding up in tears as he told them their papers were shitty, that they were idiots for doing their math homework incorrectly, that they should drop out now, save their parents the money.

But he was always so gentle with Steve, softly explaining where he went wrong, how he good make his arguments stronger, giving him tools like an online citation generator when Steve was too confused and down on himself for not remembering how to create an MLA 8 citation.

Maybe it was because Steve had cried and called himself stupid the first time they met. Steve hoped it had something to do with the tightness in his gut whenever Billy’s eyes met his and his face lit up with a smile.

The door to their regular room swept open and a freshman came out, face beet red, clutching papers covered in Billy’s red scrawl. Steve shot up, gathering himself and heading into the room.

“Jesus Christ, Pretty Boy, it’s good to fuckin’ see you. Some people on this campus are idiots.” Billy was leaning back in his chair, rubbing his hands down his face in a long-suffering way. “So what have you got for me today?”

“Well, I, um. This one is kinda, kinda different. It’s for that stupid seminar I have to take for my core credits, and its-we had to write about what makes us the most insecure, so I need you, I mean, just read it and don’t focus on, on what it says.” Steve hadn’t wanted to show Billy this work, but they met up at 8:30 every Tuesday, and this paper had been so emotionally draining on Steve, he needed to see Billy and for once in his life, didn’t have any confusing assignments to try and work out.

“Okay, I’ll be real gentle with ya.” Billy smiled at him, the softest one Steve had ever seen from him.

Steve handed over the stack of papers and plopped into the chair adjacent to Billy’s, each sitting on either side of one corner.

Billy scanned through the document quickly, his eyes sliding from side to side.

“Shit, Stevie. This is really good.” He looked up at him. “I’m not blowin’ sunshine up your ass, this is genuinely really good.” Steve was beaming. Billy was definitely nicer to him than anyone else he tutored, but he had never actually called Steve’s work good before. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re dyslexic?” Steve’s face fell.

“It’s fucking embarrassing, man. I can’t read for shit.”

“It’s not embarrassing. It’s something that makes you really fucking strong. I see the way you bust your ass in school. I feel like I coulda helped you better if I had known.”

“My dad was always, really pissed off about it. He never let me get tested for it, just said I was lazy, or said I was just stupid. I only got tested when I came to college and could do it without him knowing.”

Billy’s brow was furrowed.

“FUCK your dad. Fuck him. You’re not stupid. You literally have a learning disability. You are not stupid. Do you understand me?” Billy was looking into Steve’s eyes like he could crawl inside his brain and MAKE him understand.

“I-yeah. I understand. Thanks, Billy.” Steve smiled at him, just a little one.

“Okay, so, let’s make this paper really kick ass. So you begin by explaining what it’s like in your brain when you read or write. I think for this introduction, leave any typos there are, really solidify what it is like for you before things like me or spellcheck get in there to fix it. It’ll really send the point home. And I think you should add what you told me about your dad. It’ll make a better transition from that into how stupid you have always felt you are, even though THAT’S not fuckin’ true.”

Billy continued on, making a few marks on the paper, explaining his ideas to Steve and making comments debunking anything Steve had said about himself in the paper.

“Okay, I think that’s all I got for ya. When’s she due?”

“Friday.” BIlly’s left eyebrow went up. “I know, I’m usually such a procrastinator. This one was really easy. Probably because I have a lot I’m insecure about. Hardest part was to pick one.” Billy’s face scrunched up again. The timer on Billy’s watch went off, signaling the end of their hour. “Thank you for your help though, man. I really appreciate it.” Steve packed up his documents, touching Billy’s arm before he turned to leave.

“Steve, you’re not stupid. It’s really important to me that you know that.”

Steve turned.

“Thank you, Billy. I’ll see you next week.”

Steve got an A and a smiley face that read “Great Work!” on the paper. He was ECSTATIC to show Billy his good work, what he had helped Steve achieve. At 8:30 the following Tuesday Steve bounded into the room and flopped his smiley essay down.

“I got an A! Billy this is the first time I’ve gotten an A on a writing assignment! The professor said showing how hard my dyslexia makes it for me was really smart! That was your idea! Thank you!” Billy stood up with STeve, bringing him into a bearhug.

“Fuck, Stevie. I’m so proud of you.” H released him and they both sat. “This really was all you though, I gave very little input into this piece for you. You got this A for us.” Steve beamed.

“Billy, I really wanna thank you for all your help this semester. I’ve gone through some real shit in my life, but… you make my present and future seem so much more brighter.”

Billy gawked at him.

“I… think I love you.”

“Sorry, what?”

Billy’s face went bright red.

“I’m sorry, this is probably really fuckin’ weird, but I’ve had a stupid huge crush on you since we started tutoring, like, six months ago, and after I read this paper last week, and you let me in more, I just. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you, and I would like to, if it’s okay, maybe like, take you on a date?”

This is the first time Steve has ever seen Billy look unsure of himself.

“I, sorry. You want to go on a date? With me?”

“Yeah. Sorry, did I just make it weird? You’re just so happy and it was really cute, and I’m sorry if I misread or if you’re not into guys or-”

“I WANNA GO ON A DATE WITH YOU.” Steve had never been the most articulate. He felt like he was gonna explode from his skin. “I’ve actually had a crush on you too. I wanna, I wanna go out with you.” Billy lit up. It was beautiful.

“Okay! Okay, you uh, you have my phone number. I’ll call you this week? Maybe we can, what are you doing on Saturday?”

“I’m free all day! Whatever you have in mind is, I’m down for whatever.”

“Okay! I’ll give you a call. It’s, um, it’s a date.” They smiled at each other. “Can I kiss you, or is that like, is that too forward.” Steve melted at Billy asking permission.

“No, that’s-fuckin’ kiss me.” Billy launched across space, connecting them together. His hands cupped Steve’s face as he smiled into their kiss. Steve’s hands trailed u Billy’s muscular back to his neck. Both boys were grinning as they pulled back for air.

“If you don’t get outta here, Pretty Boy, I’m gonna jump your bones right here, right now.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” Billy rolled his eyes.

“Here I am, tryna be a gentleman and shit, and here you are, making me want to throw all that right out the window.”

“Well, maybe if Saturday goes alright, you’ll get to. I am a classy broad though, you gotta wine and dine me first.” Steve winked, pulling his backpack onto one shoulder. “I’ll see you Saturday then, Bill.”

“See you then, Sweet Thing.” Steve melted at the nickname.

It was gonna be the beginning of something, real nice.

[superfreakerz]

Congrats on ur followers! I’m thinking of Lucy almost risking her life to save Natsu from something and he got mad at Lucy cause she risked her life and she could’ve died,, then Lucy recalled how many times he saved her life and wanted to do something for him. Sorry if u don’t understand this, I just mainly need angst lmao

Thank you for the request, I hope you like it! :D

“What Were You Thinking?”

Rated T.

Summary: After putting herself in harm’s way to save Natsu, Lucy wakes up to an earful from the irate dragon slayer.

What Were You Thinking?

Lucy clutched her arm, watching as Natsu fought a group of bandits on his own. Even though they weren’t as strong as him, their sheer numbers alone were giving him trouble. It didn’t help that the enemy was smart enough to send their troops in waves so that one group would always follow another after being defeated.

She gnawed on her lower lip. At this rate, he was going to run out of energy. There wasn’t any fire around for him to consume, and it wasn’t like she could make any herself. With his devastating flames that could lay waste to anything it came in contact with, she was surprised that the enemies kept challenging him. They should’ve been running with their tails between their legs!

Staggering to her feet, Lucy wobbled towards Natsu in an attempt to help. She had already run out of magical power, barely even able to walk. Still, she couldn’t just sit back and watch as Natsu carried the burden on his shoulders. She couldn’t stand to see him get hurt.

Just as she was approaching Natsu, she saw one of the bandits brandish a dagger. He used his magic to camouflage into the background, allowing him to sneak towards Natsu. The dragon slayer could’ve easily been able to smell him coming, but while dealing with everyone coming at him all at once, there was no way he was going to be able to dodge.

Mustering whatever energy Lucy had left, she made a mad dash towards the bandit, throwing herself in harm’s way. She jumped between him and Natsu, wincing as the blade pierced her side. A pained cry slipped past her lips as the attacker withdrew his blade, crimson blood splattering against the pavement. Falling, the girl pressed her hand over the wound to stop the bleeding. Tears pricked her eyes as it stung.

“Lucy!” Natsu’s voice called out.

With blurry vision, she looked up to find Natsu’s body engulfed in flames. He fought with more tenacity, bringing the villains to their knees. As her eyes began to droop closed, she heard Gray and Erza shouting as they ran up to them.

Then she lost consciousness.

As sunlight filtered through the cracks of her curtains, Lucy’s eyes finally fluttered open. Groaning, she pressed a hand to her throbbing head. She moved to sit up, only to hiss in pain as she had reopened her wound.

“Lay down,” a low voice demanded. She could recognize that voice anywhere.

Looking to her bedside, Lucy found Natsu sitting in one of the kitchen chairs he pulled up to the bed. Happy was dozing away in his lap.

“Natsu!” the girl exclaimed, a bright grin bubbling up to her lips. “You’re safe! Thank goodness!”

“Yeah, I’m safe alright,” Natsu replied, his brows furrowing as the corners of his lips tugged downwards into a disapproving frown. “What the hell were you thinking, Lucy?”

“Huh?”

“Why the hell did you take the hit?”

Lucy tilted her head to the side, confused. Was he really mad at her? “I did it to save you!”

“I didn’t ask you to do that!” Natsu sneered, his voice sharp enough to startle Happy awake.

Happy glanced between the two. Their brows were slanted in anger, and after having to hear Natsu complain for the past day, he knew just what they were arguing about. It was going to get ugly. Without saying a word, the exceed flew straight out the window before he could get caught in the crossfire.

Now that Happy was gone, Lucy turned her attention back to Natsu.

“I know that you didn’t ask me to, but it doesn’t change the fact that I had to do it,” Lucy said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“What makes you think you had to do that?” Natsu asked, bewildered by her answer.

“Because you were too busy fighting! You wouldn’t have noticed! If I didn’t step in, he would’ve stabbed you, probably in a worse spot than he stabbed me!”

Natsu shot up from his seat, knocking the chair back. “None of that matters, Lucy!”

“What do you mean it doesn’t matter!? You could have died!”

“You could have died!” Natsu shouted, loud enough to make Lucy flinch. His face was etched with fury as he continued, “What if you miscalculated your jump and he ended up stabbing one of your vital organs? Did you even calculate your jump? What if he stabbed you in the heart, Lucy? You’d be dead!”

Natsu panted, blinking back tears as he stared at the blonde in front of him. Her head hung low as she fisted the blankets.

“I just wanted to save you for once,” she mumbled, hot tears sliding down her cheeks.

“What?”

She whirled a tearful gaze onto him. “I wanted to save you, okay? Do you know how many times you’ve saved me? You’re such a hypocrite, you know that? Anytime there’s something dangerous, you’re always putting yourself in front of me! Or when someone is trying to hurt me, you fight them and get hurt instead!”

“Lucy-!”

“No, don’t! Did you ever stop to think that maybe I don’t want to see you get hurt? You’re my partner, my best friend, and so much more. You’re everything to me, Natsu, and that’s why I jumped in the way and that’s why I’d do it again in a heartbeat if I needed to!”

Natsu’s fists trembled at his sides. “I don’t want you doin’ that for me, Lucy!”

“And why the hell not?” she shot back, eyes shining with defiance.

“Because I don’t want to see you get hurt again!” he shouted. His shoulders rose each time he panted. The dam that kept his tears at bay finally broke. Gritting his teeth, he ignored the tears cascading down his cheeks.

Lucy’s brows shot up. “Again? What do you mean?”

Natsu’s voice shook as he answered, “Th-That time when we were in Crocus, and Rogue tried to kill you. He did kill you.”

Her lips immediately curled into a frown. That was a day she’d never forget. “Natsu, he didn’t-!”

“I tried to catch the knife or at least jump in the way, but I… I wasn’t fast enough, Lucy. Next thing I saw was your blood. I lost you right in front of my eyes because your future-self jumped in front of the way. I never wanted to see anything like that again, but here we are… And this time it’s my fault.”

Lucy choked back a sob as she shook her head. “That’s not true, Natsu. It isn’t your fault at all.” Patting the bed, she gestured for him to take a seat beside her. Once he did, she took his hands in her own, squeezing them tightly. “Let’s recount all of the times you saved me, shall we?”

“Lucy-”

“No, come on. Let’s do it. There was that time when we first met, and you saved me from Bora. Then there was that time on Galuna Island when Sherry dropped acid over the village. There was the time with Phantom Lord. Oh, and we can’t forget all of the times on Tenrou, the battle with Tartarus, the war against Alvarez, and every other moment in between. You may not have been able to save my future-self, but you’ve saved me countless of times.”

Natsu wiped his sleeve over his eyes. “It’s not good enough. I should’ve saved you back then, too.”

“You did. By defeating Rogue, you gave me my future back. Because of you, I’ve been able to share so many memories with you, Happy, and everyone else.” She squeezed his hands, giving him a wet smile. “I will always be grateful for that, which is why I really wanted to return the favor and save you for once.”

Natsu playfully scoffed. “For once? Luce, you’re savin’ our asses all the time. Too many times to even count. Seriously, you’re strong as hell.”

Warmth crept up to the girl’s cheeks, her smile deepening. “So, are we okay now?”

He slung an arm around her shoulder. “Yeah, we’re okay. Sorry about yellin’ at you.”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for reminding you of what happened back at Crocus. Though, I can’t say that I won’t jump in the way to save you again. I’ll always try to save you, and I’m sure you’ll do the same for me.”

“‘Course I will. Now, c'mon. We should probably let Happy know we didn’t kill each other.”

Lucy blinked once, then twice. “Umm, in case you’ve forgotten, I can’t exactly leave bed.”

Natsu chuckled. “Oh, right. I forgot. Ehh, he’ll come back to check on us eventually. In the meantime, you wanna play some games? I can bring them to the bed.”

“Sure. But first…” Lucy leaned forward, pressing her lips against his in a chaste kiss. Pulling away, she smiled at him. “I love you, Natsu.”

He mirrored her expression. “I love you too, Luce. Now c'mon. It’s time I finally kick your ass at this game.”

[littlemissvincentvega]

1am guns (vincent vega x reader)

i’ve done this as kind of a father’s daddy’s day special! but i just wanna note that:

if your dad has left/abandoned you etc

if your dad has passed on

if you have an unstable/difficult relationship with your dad

if your dad doesn’t treat you fairly

or anything like this that might make you feel down on this day

just know ur in my thoughts and i know how difficult it can be <3

either way, i hope u enjoy the fic :)

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“So I should be back around seven tomorrow,” Jules reminds you, shrugging his jacket on and straightening it out. “You sure you’re good to stay over?”

“Yeah, no problem, Uncle Jules.”

“C’mere, kiddo,” he grins, pulling you in for a big hug. He gives you a reassuring squeeze and pulls away, holding your shoulders. “Any problems, call me, okay?”

“Yeah. But I’ll be fine.”

“Alright. Give her another kiss from me when she’s awake, yeah?”

“I will! Now go, you’re gonna be late!” you urge, shoving him out of the door and giggling.

“One thing you gotta know about me by now, I’m never fuckin’ late. S’at dumbass Vincent that is.”

“I get it,” you giggle. “See you tomorrow, Jules. Be safe.”

“I will, sweetie. See ya.” With that, you wave him out as he heads to his car and drives off, throwing you an extra wave as he does so. Despite calling him ‘Uncle Jules’, he’s not related to you by any means. Your father, Jimmie, had been friends with him since you were very young, so you had always known Jules as your uncle. He’s practically family at this point. Always cares for you, looks after you, makes sure you’re okay. Had always had your back (and always will).

Closing the door, you tiptoe to Jada’s room and peek in. There’s a hazy pink glow in the darkness coming from her nightlight (one you had helped pick for her birthday, actually) and she appears to be fast asleep. ‘Such a beautiful girl,’ you think to yourself. Smiling, you make your way to the kitchen to raid the cupboards. Jules had stuck a post-it note labelled ‘SNACKIES FOR THE BABYSITTER’ on two of them. 

You scoff to yourself. As if you didn’t already know exactly where the yummy nibbles are. Grabbing a bowl and emptying a hefty bag of salted pretzels into it, you head to the living room and plonk yourself on the couch. Jules had placed a few folded-up fuzzy blankets on the arm along with a couple of pillows, so you drape one over yourself.

Softly humming some Nirvana song you had heard that day to yourself, you ponder over what to watch on TV. Not expecting to find anything interesting, you mindlessly flick through the channels, eyes half-lidded in the darkness, the room barely lit from the box.

“--wanna be like you, hop-dee-doo-bee-do-bow

I wanna walk like you,

Talk like you, too”

You practically sit bolt upright at this. It’s the Jungle Book! Resting the TV remote on the stained coffee table, you snuggle down into the blankets, popping a pretzel in your mouth one after another. Maybe tonight won’t be as tedious as you had thought.

-

Creak.

You shuffle in your sleep, the TV still idly playing in the background.

Clomp. Clomp. Clomp.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, something snaps, and you jump the fuck out from the blankets into a stance that can only be described as that of a ninja warrior. Jules’ front door leads directly into the living room, and you give a threatening glare to the doofus standing at it.

He holds his hands up, looking at you dumbfounded. “Uh--”

“Shut the fuck up, who the hell are you and why are you in my uncle’s house?” you demand, fumbling around for the gun he hides for you. Your hands find it tucked inside one of the pillowcases, and you aim it at him. The guy watches you in confusion.

“I’m Vincent? I’m his-- I work with him? Who the hell are you?”

Oh. So this is the dumbass Jules always mentions. “Oh,” you say, lowering the gun. “So you’re the dumbass Jules always mentions.”

“I’m the what? Look, kid, why are you here?” he sighs, gently kicking the front door shut.

“I’m babysitting, asshole. Why are you here? Sneaking into Jules’ apartment in the middle of the fucking night? Imagine if Jada would have heard you, she’d be fucking terrified, you should be ashamed of yourself!” you scold.

Christ, this is embarrassing. Being lectured at one in the morning by some young girl in skimpy Mickey Mouse pyjamas. How fucking humiliating. “You can’t talk to me that way, I’m-- you can’t talk to me like that!” he stutters.

You fold your arms, unintentionally pushing your breasts together. His eyes automatically drop to them-- you’re not wearing a bra, either. “Uh, hello? Eyes up here?” you scoff, snapping your fingers in front of your chest. He jumps at this and meets your eyes again.

“Sorry.”

“Whatever,” you say, pretending to not enjoy it. You had never seen a photo of Vince before, but god, he’s handsome. You’re lucky you’re wearing your ass-shorts, as your best friend liked to call them (they make your ass look incredible, these pyjamas really are a blessing). “We can talk like adults here. Why are you sneaking into my uncle’s apartment?”

“Why do I suddenly owe you an explanation?”

You raise your eyebrow at him, arms still folded. That’s enough to terrify him into telling you.

“Alright, alright! I lost my fuckin’ gun and I know where he keeps his spares,” he admits, his eyes flickering from your chest to your eyes.

You saunter over to him, a smirk playing on your lips-- older men are much more fun to tease. “You can borrow mine, if you like,” you coo, “daddy.”

“Wh-- look, honey, I ain’t into, uh, I ain’t ‘boutta-- you know!” he stammers, not knowing where to look. He has to look down at you to make eye contact, and he can’t really do that without looking down your shirt. It’s not making it any easier that your nipples are visible through the material.

“Ain’t about to what, Vincent?” you tease, running your tongue over your upper lip. You gaze up at him with doe eyes, knowing exactly what you’re doing to him. Poor guy, he’s so flustered. Feeling a little guilty about it, you change your expression to a smug one. “I’m kidding, Christ. I’ll go get you one of his spares.”

Vince sighs and holds his coat so it covers his crotch as he trails after you to Jules’ room-- you’ve got him all worked up.

Jules keeps his guns in a safe that’s hidden at the bottom of his wardrobe, so you grab the key from its safe place and get on your hands and knees to unlock it. The shorts hug your ass perfectly, and Vince can hardly take it. You can feel his eyes roaming over you and, smirking to yourself, wiggle your butt a little. “Oh, god,” he groans, unable to keep it in. “Oh, fuck, I’m sorry, honey, it’s just that y--”

“Wanna fuck?”

“What??”

“Want? To? Fuck?”

He lets his coat drop to the floor. “Is that a question or an offer?” 

You cock your head to look up at him, chewing your lip. “Both,” you whisper, kneeling in front of him. He watches you like a hawk as you palm him through his pants, rubbing your lips and nose against his erection, almost gnawing at it.

“Mm, good girl, good kitten,” he urges, running his hands through your hair.

Giggling quietly, you paw at his hand and he helps you up. He rubs your waist with his hands, pushing your shirt up. The warmth from his palms is so comforting. You pull him in for an impatient kiss-- his breath tastes of cigarettes. It’s dirty, you like it. “Fuck me on the couch, I’m not doing it in my uncle’s bedroom.”

“Of course, babydoll,” he smirks, picking you up and carrying you to the living room. Carefully, he lowers you down so you’re on the couch, legs spread and ready to be fucked. “I’ll pull out, baby, don’t worry about that.”

“Mhm, yes daddy,” you whine, gushing at the sound of his belt buckle jingling as he drops his slacks and takes himself out. You hear him jerk himself a couple of times for the relief and, god, it’s such a fucking hot thought.

“S’all cause’a those beautiful tits’a yours,” he growls, holding the crotch of your shorts & panties to one side and rubbing the tip of his cock up & down your slit, teasing you. It’s practically glazed over with your wetness. “Don’t leave much to the imagination, do ya, baby girl?”

“Still reeled you in though, didn’t it?”

“That’s true,” Vincent admits, chuckling as he positions himself. Slowly, he pushes his cock into you, one hand on your ass and the other on your waist, pulling you towards him. A few moments later and he’s worked up a steady rhythm, grunting quietly with every thrust. Aside from the TV that’s quietly sounding, the only noise in the room is the sticky sound of slapping skin accompanied by hushed groans. “So good, baby, so fuckin’ good,” he growls under his breath, fucking into you in just the right spot.

Not a few minutes later and you’re panting a little, feeling your orgasm on its way. “Mmf, daddy, I’m gonna come,” you whine, doing your best to keep quiet.

“Tha’s a good girl, honey, go on, all for daddy.”

Hearing him refer to himself as daddy in that sexed up voice is enough for you. Your climax approaches and you feel your pussy tighten around his cock. You bite down on your knuckle to muffle your squeals, which sets him off-- he pulls out, jerking himself as he finishes over your ass. “Christ,” he pants, giving himself a stroke before pulling his pants back up. “That wasn’t bad.”

You readjust your panties & shorts so you’re wearing them like normal again, then turn to face him, raising an eyebrow with an amused smirk. “’Wasn’t bad’? Great fucking review, I’m flattered,” you say sarcastically, and he chuckles.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know,” you giggle, taking his hand to check his watch. “You should probably get going, you’re not supposed to be here.”

“Well wham-bam, thank you mam, huh.”

Vincent pulls you in for another kiss, the two of you smiling against each other’s lips. “You know I didn’t mean it like that, asshole.”

“I know, honey.” He rubs his hands over your waist fondly, sighing in satisfaction. “I gotta say, I didn’t think my night would pan out like this.”

“Huh, maybe you should take more of an interest in Julie’s life. Find out when he’s out for the night, when he’s having a babysitter,” you wink.

“Maybe I will.”

He gazes at you for a moment before buckling up his belt, looking around. “Where’s that gun again?”

“Oh, it’s just in his bedroom,” you reply, tottering off to fetch it for him. He waits in the bedroom doorway, leaning against the frame. You toss it to him and he throws a smile at you.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. And if Jules asks, I didn’t see you.”

“Honey, if Jules knew we had a fuckin’ interaction he’d lecture me with some dumbass Bible verse or some shit, nevermind if he knew what we just did,” he smirks. “I’d be in more trouble than you, believe me.”

You do believe him. Jules can be ruthless when he wants to be. Sighing, you see Vince to the door (him stealing a handful of pretzels on the way) and give him a kiss on the cheek goodbye. “I’ll see you when I see you,” you smirk, rocking back and forth on your heels.

“Definitely, baby. See ya.”

You watch him saunter off and, when he disappears from your sight, you trot back to the couch. Just as you begin to snuggle under the blankets again, the telephone starts ringing. You nearly jump out your skin-- it’s fucking half-past one in the morning! “Hello?” you frown.

“Hey, sweetie, it’s Dad. You okay?”

“Wh-- Dad, I’m fine! Why’d you ring me so late? I nearly shat myself, the phone’s so damn loud!”

“Watch your language,” he chuckles, making you smile. “I just wanted to check up on you, know you’re alright and stuff. And Jada, obviously.”

“Yeah, we’re fine. She’s fast asleep. How’s things at home?”

“It’s alright, kiddo. Listen, you should be asleep!” he scolds, mostly joking. Your dad had never really been very good at discipline. Then again, he never really had to be-- you had always been a good kid, for the most part. Cheeky, true, but well behaved.

You roll your eyes with a giggle. “Even if I was asleep, which I wasn’t, the phone would’a woke me up, dumbass!”

“I know, muffin. I just wanted to check you’re okay,” he laughs. “What’re you doin’ up this late anyways? Up to no good?”

“Of course. Nah, just watched Jungle Book on TV. Why the hell are you awake?”

“I was trying to stay up so I could call you at like, midnight, to check on you,” Jimmie explains, “but I sorta kinda fell asleep watchin’ TV.”

“Congrats. Dad, I’m gonna try and get some sleep.”

“Alright, sweetie, love you. Sleep well!”

“Night, love you too!”

With that, you hang up and drift off beneath those fuzzy blankets, clinging onto one of the pillows and dreaming of Vince.

-

“(Y/N), (Y/N)!” 

You try to open your eyes, squinting at the sunlight shining through the windows. “Huh?” As your vision comes together, you realise it’s Jada. She’s awake and ready for breakfast.

“I’m hungry,” she says, prodding your cheek.

“Hi hungry, I’m (Y/N),” you tease. “I’ll get you some breakfast, just give me a minute to wake up, sweetie.” Handing her the TV remote, you sit up on the couch rubbing your eyes. Remembering the night’s events, you let Jada choose what she’d like to watch.

She decides on Rugrats, something you secretly enjoy. You pat your lap and lift her onto it, giving her a kiss on the temple. The kid’s seven and she absolutely adores you. Really looks up to you, Jules says. “You want some Count Chocula?” you ask, smiling.

“Yes please!”

“Alright, honey,” you smile, lifting her off of your lap and onto the couch. Running a hand through your ruffled hair, you head to the kitchen to fetch her cereal and return in a couple of minutes. Just as you emerge from the kitchen, the front door swings open and in comes Jules.

“Daddy!” squeals Jada, running up to him.

“Pumpkin!” He scoops her up in his arms, pulling her into a big hug. “How’s my princess? Did you behave for (Y/N)?”

You set Jada’s breakfast down on the coffee table, watching the two with a grin. “Yes, she was good as gold, weren’t you honey?” you smile, and she nods proudly.

“Tha’s my girl.” Jules looks at his daughter like she’s the only thing that matters. It’s refreshing to see such wholesomeness for once. To say he’s a hitman, he’s a complete softie when it comes to being a dad. “Go on, go eat up your breakfast, baby.” With that, Jada skips off back to the couch.

“How was work?” you ask, leaning against the wall.

“It was alright but, oh, (Y/N), that dumbass Vincent--”

You feel your eyes go wide for a split second and quickly revert them back to normal. The last thing you want is to make him suspicious.

“--calls me at, like, midnight or so? Tells me he’s lost his gun? And I’m try’na carry out a damn hit. Honestly, I don’t know where that numbskull gets off.” He sighs, shaking his head with a little smile.

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” you agree, not even thinking twice about your response.

“You what?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m just tired, Dad called me at like, almost two in the morning.”

“Ah. I’ll run you home after Jada’s eaten, sweetie, a’ight?”

You smile, heading back to the couch to sit with your ‘cousin’. “Thanks, Uncle Jules.”

[r6shippingdelivery]

Could you do the alphabet for Lion please 🤫

Okay, let’s sing this ABC!😏

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s not used to having a loving partner, not after the Claire fiasco, so I think he’d be rather awkward and not know exactly what to do. Should he talk to his partner? Offer them to go shower? Just get up and get dressed in silence? So he just lays on bed, looking at the ceiling and pondering. Once he’s been with his partner for a time, he’d feel more at ease, be more affectionate. Still, laying in quiet contemplation while holding hands would be his first option.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He feels bad admitting it, but he’s aware he has a nice ass, and knows how good it looks when he wears tight pants. But this is a Christian household and he doesn’t engage in vanity anymore! As for his partner, he’s a hips & waist person, loves resting his hands there, it feels really intimate without being too much.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He always, always, will wear a condom. Always. After getting his teenage girlfriend pregnant, he learnt the lesson. Only exception ever would be if he was with a man, and with Lion being the bottom, in that case maybe he’d be open to experimenting if there’s enough trust.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I think it’s safe to say the entirety of rebel years are one big dirty secret. He doesn’t want to talk about it, doesn’t like thinking about. However, of all the things he did, the one he’s most regretful about is no secret trying to pressure Claire into getting an abortion

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

The one good thing of those years he prefers not to remember in detail, is that there’s not much a partner could ask of him that would shock him, he’s most probable already been there and done that.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Just for the pun, I’m tempted to say missionary 😂I think beneath his brash and loud exterior, he has a submissive streak and prefers to let his partner control the situation. So, his partner stradling and riding him sounds great to Lion, and if he’s the one being penetrated, then bent over the nearest surface is how he likes it better.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He doesn’t strike me as a very humorous person, he’s rather serious. If he was with a goofier partner, at first he could mistake their innate humour with mockey of him, which would lead to some arguments. But in the long run it might help him loosen up and start appreciating their humour or even attempting his own.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps his body well groomed and with a minimum of hair, for the sake of cleanliness and for practical reasons: when you work with biohazards and chemical threats, decontamination showers (striping and scrubbing) are easier the less hair you have.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

I’m gonna put my two cents here: I think this man is starved for intimacy. His prickly and suspicious nature might work in his disadvantage, but as soon as he feels reassured and comfortable enough in a relationship, he’s bound to bloom under proper affection. Of course, he would want to do things right this time, and show his partner properly how much they mean to him, therefore sex would become more romantic and sensual than it had been before.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Oh boy, he would feel guilty about it, fearing it was a first step to fall back into his libertine habits. I think he would either try to abstain as much as he could, or just do it quickly to not dwell on it too much. And the moment he starts having fantasies about someone, you can multiply that guilt x2, at least until they start a relationship, in that moment he wouldn’t feel as bad about lusting after them. It’s normal and expected to be turned on by your partner.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Being loved :’)He knows back in the day he enjoyed wax play, it made him feel the right mix of debauchery, slight pain and pleasure. However, he’s hesitant to bring up his kinks to his partner.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His house, or his partner’s if they aren’t living together. Hotel rooms are sorta okay too, but those give him an impersonal vibe he’d rather avoid, the words impersonal and sex put together don’t bring him good memories.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

His partner showing in some way that they appreciate him: a surprise hug from behind, an unexpected kiss, knowing they dressed up in a certain way to impress him, being told he looks or smells good today, etc. With how much he often denies himself sexual release, these seemingly small gestures of affection can give him a throbbing boner rather quickly, much to his embarrassement.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Unsafe sex. Degradation, either to him or his partner, he vowed to be better than that.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He’s so good at going on his knees and worshipping, if you know what I mean 😏

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

If the relationship is serious, he’ll try his damn best to take things slow and treat his partner real good. But as soon as his partner takes control, he’ll gladly take whatever pace they want to set, and if he’s the bottom, he might end up asking for faster and rougher.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He had his fill of quickies, he’d rather take his time with sex now, don’t do things rushed and sloppy. And yet, even with a stable partner, from time to time he’ll be persuaded to indulge in a quickie, when they both are really horny but don’t have much time.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Not very inclined to take risks, he already had his risk-taking phase. If his partner is on the kinky side or likes BDSM, they’ll have to convince him very slowly to dip his toes into it,

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Usually just one round, but he’ll make it last for as long as he can, to ensure both him and his partner reach an explosive orgasm.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t have toys for himself, but he’s okay using toys during sex with his partner.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’d love to tease his partner more, but he’s rather straighforward. His way of teasing his basically telling his partner through the day that he can’t wait to be alone with them, so he can show them heaven on earth.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Aye, he’s loud like a roaring lion, no doubt of that.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

While he feels certain anxiety after arguing with his partner, his own confrontational character makes it hard to not argue. And he loves sex after an argument with his partner: rough and angry? Yeah, he welcomes the slight pain or discomfort, he deserves punishment. Tender make up sex? Amazing, he loves it.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I’d say average in all senses, but he learnt through experience that size isn’t the most important thing to please a partner.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Higher than he would like it to be, although it could an effect of him trying to repress and ignore his libido until he caves in. He’s basically trapped in a cycle of abstaining and getting horny until he explodes, then start again.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He isn’t the type to quickly fall asleep afterwards, instead he gets contemplative, might even start talking if he feels absolutely comfortable with his current partner, otherwise the doubts and guilt might start gnawing at him: did he do the right thing? is the partner pleased? is he being too lustful and falling into old habits? would his partner welcome a kiss or should they get cleaned first?

[nsfw-bnha-and-dangan]

Commission

Another commission guys! This one is an Asahina x male reader bondage scenario! I hope you guys enjoy, I really liked writing it! Under cut for length. 

Of all of Asahina’s eccentricities, this was not one you had ever seen coming. When Asahina had brought it up, pink-cheeked and just this side of nervous, you almost thought she was just messing around. But it wasn't hard to see that she was serious, fidgeting with her hands. “I know it sounds weird, (Y/N), and it's okay if you don't wanna! I just wanted to-” 

“Let's do it. If you’re sure, that is.” Asahina nodded, her face brightening up quickly. 

“Really?!” 

“If you want to try it, then let's go for it! I think you’ll look really good tied up for me.” As eager as the two of you were, you needed to pick up a few things. You insisted on keeping it a surprise, which only got Asahina more worked up with anticipation. When the pieces all fell into place, you could barely contain your own excitement, pulling Asahina to the bedroom and grinning. You couldn't keep from kissing her, pressing her against the closed door. 

“Now?” 

“Yep, are you ready?” Asahina nodded quickly, bouncing a bit on her toes. 

“If it's too much, just tell me, alright? I don't want to hurt you.” 

“I will, don't worry!” 

“Good girl. Then strip for me.” You’re tone darkened as you laid out your demand, watching with arms crossed as Asahina slowly started taking off her clothes. First her shoes and socks, then her shorts, and finally pulling her tank top over her head. 

“You look so beautiful, every time i see you like this, i can't look away. Can't believe how lucky I am to have you, Hina.” Her cheeks went pink and Asahina smiled, fidgeting as you stared at her.

“Ready to let me tie you up?” She nodded and you motioned towards the bed. You couldn't tear your gaze from her ass, just itching to mark it up a little. But that was an idea for later, you had work to do now.

“On the bed, then, on your knees.”

Asahina did as she was told, kneeling in the center of the bed and watching as you circled her, taking in the picture. 

“You’re going to look so nice when I'm done with you, Hina.” You muttered, pulling out a couple of lengths of bright red rope. You held it to her skin, marveling at the contrast before moving behind her and pulling her arms back. The tie was complicated, wrapping the rope under Asahina’s breasts and around her neck, tying her arms tightly together behind her back. You tested your knots, tugging the ropes and feeling Asahina squirm. 

“On your stomach.” You ordered, helping Asahina lay down and pulling up her legs. You secured her ankles to her thighs, making sure the ropes didn't dig into her skin too much. 

“Red has always been such a pretty color on you, Hina.” You smiled, running your fingers lightly down her spine, over the swell of her ass and soft thighs. You took your time, admiring the view as Asahina squirmed and made quiet noises. 

“How are you doing?” 

“Good…” 

“Too tight?” 

“No, the ropes feel… nice.” Your fingers moved between her legs, just barely grazing over her panties teasingly and making her cry out. You helped her back to kneeling, leaning down to kiss her sweetly before climbing into bed with her. Asahina arched into the kiss as you wrapped your hands around her waist. She was intoxicating, so desperate for your lips on hers that even when you moved to pull back, she followed. And who were you to deny her? Before things could get too heated you tugged on the ropes at her back, keeping her from trying to reconnect your kiss. 

“Someone’s excited today.” You smirked, watching as Asahina looked away and took a deep breath.

“I like how it feels, being all tied up, not being able to touch…” 

“It sure seems like it, baby.” You moved back, pulling a length of silk out of your pocket. Wordlessly, you covered Asahina’s eyes and tied it, blacking out her vision. 

“A-ah!” 

“Since you like being tied up so much, I think I'll just leave you like this for a while.” You got off the bed, heading to the door and opening it, then closing it without stepping through. You wanted Asahina to think you had left, instead waiting near the door and watching her squirm. She pushed her thighs together tightly, her breathing rapid and nervous. 

“U-um… (Y/N)?” Asahina called out. You waited another moment before silently stepping closer, pouncing onto the bed and covering her mouth with one hand, groping her chest for the other. She cried out in surprise as you teased a nipple, pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck before freeing her hair from its ponytail and letting it spill down her back. 

“Half of the fun of this is not knowing what's going to happen next, right?” You helped her turn around to face you, looking around aimlessly to find your face despite being blindfolded. 

“I'm right here, beautiful. You look so good, all tied up for me, waiting for me to do whatever I like with you. You must be so worked up already, hmm?” You teased, running a single finger over her damp panties before retreating, not ready to go there quite yet. 

“You’re so mean!” 

“Mean? I thought I got to do whatever I wanted with you like this? You’re tied up like a pretty little present for me, I can't not play with you.” You smirked, although she couldn't see it, and took one breast in your hand. You palmed her easily, running a thumb over her cheekbones and open mouth. Her pink tongue poked out to lap at the digit while you teased her nipple over her bra. 

“You’re so good for me, Hina. So beautiful and responsive, doing everything I could ever ask for. Can't wait to hear you moan for me, baby.” You purred, leaning in to kiss Asahina messily and earning a soft whine. 

“If there's something you want, you’re going to have to ask for it.” 

“Please… more.” 

“More what, baby?” 

“Touch me, please!” Asahina cried, looking up at you and gnawing her lip. 

“Ah ah,” You said softly, pushing her mouth open with your thumb. 

“Can't have you ruining those pretty lips, can we? Stay here.” You took your time rifling through the closet, knowing exactly where you had left the bag but wanting to stretch the anticipation. Finally, you stood up, bring a ballgag with you and brushing it over Asahina’s fingers. 

“Is that…” 

“It's for your own good, couldn't let you hurt yourself, could I?” She shook her head, shivering when you ran a hand up her throat and to her swollen lips. Her mouth fell open automatically and you smiled as she squirmed. 

“Too bad I won't be able to hear you so well with this, but I think we can make it work.” You strapped the gag into her mouth, watching closely as she relaxed against the intrusion. Gently, you pushed a small bell into one of her hands, closing her fingers around it. 

“Drop this or shake it if you need to stop or take the gag out.” You whispered, not pulling back till she nodded. You smiled, stepping back to admire the view. Asahina looked like nothing you had ever seen, beautiful and sexy as the ropes cut into her flawless skin. You wanted nothing more than to push her down and take her right then, fuck her till she cried. But that wasn't the plan. The plan was to take things slow, let Asahina adjust and work her up till she couldn't think. You had a feeling that part wouldn't be difficult. You moved behind Asahina, pushing her hair over her shoulder and pressing kisses to her neck. Her moans were soft and muffled as you tugged her to your chest, hands traveling over her skin to tease. 

“I know you can be louder than that, Hina.” You muttered, squeezing her breasts in both hands before trailing lower. Your touches were feather-light, just enough to make her squirm till you reached the waistband of her panties. 

“Barely done a thing to you and you’re already this wet for me?” You smirked, feeling her twitch as your fingers dragged down the front of her panties, lightly pressing into her slit. Asahina tried to close her legs but your free hand pushed them open, gripping her thigh tightly. 

“Don't go being shy on me now, baby.” You nipped at her shoulder, keeping her legs spread as you started playing with Asahina’s swollen clit. Even with her panties in the way she still moaned, sensitive after being teased for so long. You knew that being at your mercy, being tied up and forced to accept whatever pleasure you gave her, was getting Asahina off just as much as your fingers. You tugged the ropes around her back lightly, loving how the red strands dug into her flesh. 

“If you’re enjoying it this much, maybe I just leave you like this for the night? All gagged and wrapped up for me, couldn't do a thing when I left you on your own for a bit. How does that sound?” Asahina quickly shook her head, protesting loudly through the gag.

“No? Even if I worked you up some more before I left? I wouldn't let you come, but I would get you close.” More loud noises as you pulled Asahina close, kissing her jaw before moving your fingers over her panties again. 

“You’re too beautiful for me just leave like this, too tempting for me.” You whispered against her skin, feeling how she shuddered as you sped up your fingers. 

“I bet I could make you come just like this, Hina. It wouldn't take much, just doing this for a minute or two and you wouldn't be able to fight it.” You circled her clit quickly, rubbing hard and fast as her back arched against her chest. She moaned and tried to speak through the gag, something akin to a sob escaping Asahina when you pulled your fingers away completely. 

“God, you’re absolutely soaked down here. I bet you would feel amazing around me right now.” You pushed Asahina away for a moment, humming at her protests as you undid your pants and roughly shoved them down your hips, boxers following suit. You sighed as your neglected cock was finally freed, not realizing just how turned on you had been as well. 

“Turn around for me, there you go. I wanted to see that pretty face.” Asahina’s face was a mess of spit and flushed pink with arousal. 

“Were you close when I stopped earlier? Tell me, baby.” She nodded quickly and you ran your thumb over her cheekbone. 

“I'm almost sorry about that. But I wouldn't have wanted this to end so soon.” You pulled Asahina into your lap, squeezing her ass and tugging at her panties. 

“Come here.” You purred, tugging her to your chest and grinding your cock against her wet slit. She twitched at first, not realizing you had freed yourself quite yet. You moaned under your breath, feeling her rut against you eagerly once you got started. You leaned in to lap at her nipples, lightly biting them through her bra. Asahina squirmed and you shoved her bra up and out of the way, freeing her breasts. You licked and sucked at a nipple till it hardened, dragging your teeth over the sensitive flesh as she moaned. It was addicting, feeling her arch into your mouth as you teased. You pulled back, blowing cool air over the abused flesh before switching sides, giving it the same treatment. Asahina shivered and ground down against you, feeling just how wet she was through her panties. You sucked hickeys and left lingering bites down her chest before pulling back, not missing the whine that followed. 

“So excited, baby. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you.” You pressed upwards, grinding against her panties easily. She had long since soaked through them, slicking your movements. It was easy to get lost in the pleasure, rubbing your cock against Asahina’s clothes heat over and over. You pulled panties to the side, teasing her clit for a moment before nudging your cock against the sensitive nub. Each pass made Asahina’s breath hitch, more drool slipping past the gag as you worked her closer and closer to the edge. Finally, something that sounded almost like a muffled ‘please’ escaped her, making you pause. You held Asahina’s hips firmly as you looked up at her. 

“What was that, baby?” The same noise, this time you were sure she was begging for more. 

“You want something else? Want me to fuck you now?” She nodded quickly, leaning her forehead against yours.

“You’ve been so good for me, I don't think I could turn you down. Don't hold back.” You helped her raise her hips a bit, pressing the head of your cock against her sopping hole. There was no resistance as you slid inside, groaning as her wet heat swallowed your length in a smooth movement. 

“Fuck… You feel just as good as I knew you would.” You let her adjust for a moment before pulling out a bit and slamming back in, pulling a loud moan out of Asahina. The angle wasn't perfect, but you’d be damned if you didn't make it work. You fucked Asahina hard and fast, groaning as she tightened around you over and over. She moved to meet your thrusts, trying to bounce on your cock, but you held her still. 

“You get what I, fuck, what I give you, Hina.” You leaned in and started sucking a hickey on the side of her throat, able to hear every muffled moan as you fucked her senseless. Desire overtook you and you sat up, pushing her to her back and pressing her legs to her chest. Asahina cried out as she was moved, unable to see what you were doing, but moaned when you slid back inside her. Like this, you had all of the control, all of the leverage, and you could easily pin her hips and take what you wanted. Your fingers found her clit, using her own slickness to ease the way as she struggled under you. 

"I want you to cum for me, just like this Hina. Fuck, you feel so amazing…" You trailed off, losing yourself in the pleasure. Asahina's muffled cries and moans got louder, a few tears soaking through the blindfold. Finally, she reached her breaking point. You felt her tighten around you, over and over as she squirmed and sobbed. A few more thrusts and you fell into your own orgasm with a groan, spilling inside Asahina as she twitched. It took you a moment to compose yourself, helping Asahina sit up. 

"I'm going to take the blindfold off, okay?" She nodded, breathless as you undid the knot and pulled the fabric away. Asahina blinked quickly, adjusting to the light as you reached around to unstrap the gag. 

"How do you feel? Anything hurt?" Asahina shook her head, moving her sore jaw and smiling softly. 

"I feel great, honestly. Nothing a bath wouldn't fix!" You smiled, turning her around and carefully undoing the ropes that had held her still. They had left behind red marks where they had dug in, especially around her ankles and wrists. 

"Damn…" You muttered once she was entirely freed, pressing a kiss to one of her wrists. 

"Are you sure you're alright?" Asahina nodded quickly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

"I'm fine! It looks worse than it feels, swimming practice is more painful than this." To demonstrate, she moved to stand up, nearly falling over on shaky legs. You were quick to grab her, helping her up before scooping her into your arms. 

“Hey! I can walk on my own, you know?” 

“Sure about that? I've got you, just let me spoil you for a bit, okay?” Asahina huffed a little before nodding, wrapping her arms around your neck as you carried her to the bathroom. 

“You did great, by the way. And I liked it a lot more than I thought I would.” 

“I could tell!” Asahina laughed, letting you help her out of her bra and panties before turning on the water. You tossed in a handful of scented bath salts, making the sure the water was nice and hot as it filled up. 

“Would you… be willing to do it again, (Y/N)? Not right now or anything, but later!” You nodded, shutting off the water and stripping naked. 

“Id love to, I did some research for this and ran across a lot of things id like to try. I hope you're ready to finish what you started, Hina?” She grinned, settling into the tub after you did and laying back against your chest. You slid your arms around her waist and felt her relax, sinking lower into the hot water. 

“Fuck, this is nice…” 

“Anything for you, babe.” Asahina twisted around to face you, smiling. 

“Anything?” You quirked an eyebrow but nodded. 

“Can we grab donuts after this? I'm starving!” You just laughed, kissing her and pulling her close. 

“You got it. I gotta make sure you’re not hurt, though.” You ran your hands over her body, all the spots the ropes had dug into her skin. 

“I'll take that excuse to just stay in the tub for a bit then, I don't ever really want to move.” You notched your head on top of Asahina’s, gently massaging one of her wrists as you relaxed. Something told you that this wasn't going to be the last time you were in this position.

[resetmypatientviolence]

Dammit Drake (Drake x MC)

Pairing: Drake x MC (Jaela)

Rating: T

Word Count: 2043

Warnings: Language; Angst… then fluff

Suggested Song Accompaniment: Luving U– 6LACK

Summary: Jaela wants to make Drake see that everything, although not what they wanted for their wedding, is going okay. But when Drake slips up and says the one word he shouldn’t, can she forgive him– and shake off the feeling that something deeper is gnawing at him?

Notes: I swear there’s fluff in here. It’s cute, too. Just get through the angst. Takes place at Kiara’s estate from the latest chapter. And apologies if Tumblr Mobile is being a dick with read mores.

“But…”

 Jaela sighed, taking his hand. “You’re doing just fine, Drake. Nobody will be able to tell you weren’t a noble soon enough.” She thought the words would bring comfort, but the shifting expression of Drake’s face under the light of Kiara’s estate told a different story.

 “That’s… that’s never what I wanted, Abdi. To be one of them.” He withdrew his hand, turning from her to gaze across the vineyard, gripping the railing tight. She didn’t like how her stomach twisted, but she joined him, gentle breeze blowing their hair. His grandmother’s ring sparkled.

 “I… I know,” she whispered. “But… this is what’s happening, Drake. We can’t take it back. The people are depending on me and… and I’m not going to back down from this. Not now.” Were there reservations about being a Duchess? Of course. She mulled them over every night. But, the good always outweighed the bad. She was a waitress in New York wanting to do something, but having no means to. Now, she could make a difference, one step at a time. Right now, this meant uniting Cordonia for their wedding and finding out who was attacking the country from the inside out. Though… Jaela bit her lip. There was one regret.

 Drake ran a hand through his hair, glancing at her. “I know,” he said. “I can’t stop you, Abdi. You were made for this. But me? Do you really think anybody will take me for my title? That they won’t look right through it and think I’m just a commoner who got lucky, one who never tried to pretend to care?”

 She went to answer, but he was quicker. “Don’t lie to me, Abdi.”

 Jaela frowned. “Fine, okay, they probably won’t,” she said, harsher than she intended it to be. “But you’ve been trying. I’ve been doing my best to keep the public—and other nobles—happy and on our side. You just need to be you, Drake.”

 He snorted, leaning against the railing, looking down at her. “Yes, but say just the right things, know which fork to use, pretend that everything is okay, suck up so we can get these people we barely know to attend our stupid, damn royal—or whatever it is– wedding and—” Jaela’s jaw dropped as he ranted, hands gesturing wildly. Stupid, damn wedding. Was that how he felt? Suddenly, he stopped, face flush. “You know what, I’m tired of wine. Where’s the whiskey?”

 When he turned, Jaela spoke, tone hushed, hands quivering. “I thought everything was okay, Drake.” The sneaking into each other’s rooms, the stolen moments—everything was so happy to her when they had those times. Nothing seemed wrong. It was just right, even if they had to deal with everything on the outside, always melting away when she was with him.

 His footfall was heavy. Hands in pockets, Drake sighed deeply and turned back around, eyes widening at her tear glossed eyes. “Aw, Abdi, we’re fine. Everything’s okay with us. Just…”

 “It’s clearly not if you’re acting like this, like… like…” God, she hated being upset, so close to tears. He was the only one who could bring that locked away side of her.

 “Abdi, don’t—”

 “Like you don’t even want our stupid, damn wedding to happen,” Jaela said, wringing her hands together. It weighed on her mind, his hesitance. Of course, how much was that just her imagination—or hell, even caused by her, suggesting a wedding to unite them all in the glow of post-engagement, not thinking anything through.

 Drake touched her arms, thumbs rubbing back and forth. Usually a comfort, but the perceived truth, out in the open, made her mouth dry and skin numb to his touch. “I do… but… but it’s almost too much. We… we could have talked about what we wanted instead of… doing what we’re doing now.”

 “What else was there to do, Drake?” she snapped, stepping back. “Listen, I appreciate that you’re trying but looking at what’s supposed to be the happiest day of our life like tha—”

 “How can it be the happiest day of my life when there’s all these people who’ve judged us this entire time there, watching us, thinking that this is the solution to a serious issue at hand?” Drake said, shaking his head, voice strained. Jaela’s nostrils flared; hurt morphing into anger. “I don’t care about them. You don’t care about them—”

 “What if I do, just a bit, Drake? If every bit of support means we can help—”

 “Well, I only care about you, Abdi. Excuse my hesitance to invite people who used to—and still do, when I’m not looking—look at me as nothing more than a commoner. The both of us.” He turned suddenly, rubbing his cheek, muttering something under his breath.

 Jaela approached him, eyes narrowed. Oh, he knew she hated that. “What did you say?”

 Drake ignored her, heading to the door. “Nothin’ important, Abdi…”

 “Important enough for you to still say it,” she reasoned, arms crossed. Drake looked to the floor, sighing, lips moving again. “Drake!”

 He didn’t speak up, so Jaela moved closer to him and finally caught what he said, his face red. “I don’t know, maybe this was a mistake.”

 She couldn’t even gasp. Only staring, Drake cringed when he met her eyes. “It’s not like that, Abdi. Please don’t cry.”

 Lower lip trembling, Jaela ground her heel in the wood, doing her best to keep a brave face, somehow. How could she? Her fiancée expressing doubts about… everything. She could handle the Duke situation. Him not being who he was, it made sense and she always tried to soothe his fears. Even the rushed wedding. But being married to her? Everything seemed so sure, after everything they’ve been through. They promised to never lie, ever. And yet… couldn’t he have pretended? The ring on her finger so, so heavy. She couldn’t break down. Not now. It was nothing, right? “I think it’s best that we actually sleep in separate rooms tonight.”

 “Aw, come on Abdi, you don’t want to try and scar Madeleine again?” he attempted to joke, offering a half smile. Jaela narrowed her eyes to slits.

 Grabbing her purse from the table, she turned with a snap, speaking coldly. “I think joking is in bad taste after you say getting engaged to your fiancée was a mistake.”

 “I didn’t—”

 “I have diplomacy lessons with Liam now. I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that, she shut the doors behind her. Please let there be more wine. Thankfully, Liam didn’t disappoint.

 She lay on her side, the idea of sleep a worse joke than Drake’s attempt in the evening. Jaela stared out the window; moonlight pouring in in slits crossing her body. At least the bed was comfortable to stare and do nothing for hours on end. But still, her mind raced. Dammit Drake.

 God, she loved him. Did part of her know that he didn’t mean it? Yes. Did another part of her wonder why he said it—and how much he was holding back from her? Yes, and louder. It hurt, the words stinging like salt ground into an open wound. Mistake, mistake, mistake. Fuck, if only she could sleep and pretend it was a nightmare.

 Her left hand glittered, the ring fit so perfectly, like they were meant to be. But… if they weren’t…. “Crazy talk,” she murmured, shutting her eyes. Tomorrow, things would be better. Hopefully. She’d still regret the wedding they should have had, the one she so desperately wanted if everything was different.

 No mysterious dutchy to live in, just somewhere out in the forest; no mass of strangers staring at her and him, just them outside with all of their best friends; no huge affair and the public fussing over her every move, just Drake kissing her at night and telling her how excited he was to marry to her.

 The door creaked open. Opening her eyes, Jaela listened for the familiar footfalls. Of course, Drake. But she didn’t move, even as the sound of a robe landing on the floor happened and Drake slid in beside her, cautious. Eyes now shut, his hand floated to her side, body warm against her back. “Hey, I know you’re awake, Abdi.”

 No answer.

 “I’m sorry for saying that. I… I didn’t mean it the way you took it. I know that doesn’t help but…” No, it doesn’t. Lips across the back of her neck, hand skimming down her left arm, finding her hand.

 Still, no answer—but Jaela opened her eyes, goose bumps rising. No, don’t give in yet girl.

 “I felt so bad. I’ve wanted nothing more than you, Jaela. I just wish things were… were on our terms.” Yes and good point, but that still doesn’t make up for what you said. “I know you agree with that, even if you’re giving me the silent treatment. That I deserve, by the way.”

He played with her fingers, tracing each one, kisses across her shoulders and up to her cheek, breath like fire. Her lips twitched, wiggling her fingers in response to his light touches, now playing with her ring. “Maybe we rushed into this, into making our wedding an affair for everybody to witness. Really, I’d marry you right now if I could. I should have just taken you to a courthouse right then and there and we’d be Mr. and Mrs. Walker already. Hell, we should just take off now… don’t worry, I know we can’t. But do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about doing that this entire tour?” You need to stop saying things like that if you expect me to give you the proper silent treatment, Mr. Walker.

 Slowly, deliberately, his nail traced a line back and forth against the engagement ring. Like he was seeking another ring to trace. Another band. A wedding band. Her breath caught. Carefully, Jaela turned her head to meet his gaze, so warm and full on her. She wiggled her ass against him and he chuckled, kissing her forehead. “What are you doing that for?”

 “Hmm?” He raised an eyebrow but didn’t stop tracing her finger. “This?” Jaela nodded, eyes imploring for an answer. “Oh… just imagining what’ll feel like to have a wedding band there.”

 Holding back a grin, Jaela relaxed her head against the pillow. “So, you do want to marry me, mistake and all?”

Smirk falling, Drake paused, squeezing her hand before repeating the same motion. “You’re never a mistake. I’m the idiot who says things that aren’t true after we said no lies. It’ll take a while to train me as a Duke. But that’s why you’ll do all the talking and I’ll be your, ah, side piece, right? That’s what they say?”

Giggling, Jaela gripped his hand, shaking her head. “Close enough. But point taken. It’s good thing you’re mine then, I don’t know who else would put up with you.”

 “You’re not exactly a piece of cake either, Abdi,” he laughed, kissing her lips, hand going to her hips, turning her, and deepening the kiss.

This lasted for a few minutes, Drake pressing her to the bed, running his hands all over her until she stopped him, pulling the blankets up around them, head on his chest, listening to the beating of his heart, her favorite sound. “No scarring Madeleine in the morning?”

 “I’d rather cuddle,” she whispered, shutting her eyes, sleep tugging on her for the first time tonight. “I like listening to your heartbeat.”

 “Mm…” Drake held her closer, fingertips brushing her cheek.

 “Drake?” Jaela whispered a few minutes later, sleep swirling in and out. Hopefully he was awake.

 “Yeah?”

 “Thank you, for trying…. It’s hard for me too. But…”

 “No buts. We’re in this together. We have our in-between moments, like these.”

 “Just… just don’t hold anything back from me, okay? I want to be there for you, through everything, okay? Promise?”

 Drake sighed—content or worried?—and Jaela threw a leg over him, nuzzling closer. “Promise…” Drake whispered, holding her left hand as they drifted off to sleep, Madeleine, still, somehow shocked when she opened the door and found the two in bed—again.

Disclaimer: All rights and characters belong to Pixelberry Studios.

[jamest-kirk]

demon hunter Bones sounds good tho. I'd really like to read something about it!

I’m glad u asked!

“Have you heard anything from Uhura and Spock lately?” Bones asks into his phone. “No,” Sulu replies, “last I know, they were hunting that nest of vampires in Montana. They’re not nearby.” “Jaylah, Scotty and Keenser?” “New York. I can ask Chekov-” “No,” Bones says, “Chekov’s our primary researcher, keep him that way.” “I don’t have anyone else, Bones,” Sulu says, “you’re going to have to go in by yourself. You can wait a few days, but we’ve not seen any demons leave the premise in three days. You’re our demon specialist.” “Fine,” Bones sighs, “but just for the record; I hate you.” He hears Sulu chuckle at the other side of the line. “Noted.”  

Bones is by no means a specialist in any way. He just happens to send more demons back to Hell than most. Often he works together, though. Most of the time, Bones teams up with Spock and Uhura, two fellow hunters who aim to make the world a bit safer. Often with the help of Chekov and Sulu, who are their general contact persons if they need any research on lore. Scotty’s gang has the cool gadgets, but Bones likes his weapons old fashioned.

He makes his way inside the abandoned warehouse, guns loaded with rock salt and a flask of holy water at the ready. He holds on to his gun tightly, quietly following the dried blood trails on the ground. Clearly, whatever they got dragged down here, Bones is too late to save them. That’s going to gnaw at his guts for a while. He finds the body, tortured and mutilated on the floor. A mere second later, they crawl out of their hidey holes. Demons. At least six of them. Bullets don’t kill them, but at least they’ll hurt.

Within a minute, though, he’s getting his ass handed to him. His nose is bleeding, his entire body is sore and covered in bruises, and Bones thinks he might just end up in the same position as the corpse. Was bound to happen at some point, anyway. Today is not that day, though. Because just as he fights one of the demons to the ground, the demon drags him down with him, and Bones finds the demon on top of him, strong hands closing around his throat. Before the demon can actually kill him, though, Bones watches the demon’s skull get stabbed by a long dagger. The demon possessing the human body vanishes, and the body collapses on top of him. By the time Bones pushes the body off of him, the other demons are on the ground, too. “I can’t believe how dependent on me you’ve become,” Jim says, putting the dagger back in his belt. “Jim,” Bones groans out his name, “took you long enough.” Jim reaches out, grabbing Bones’ hand to help him up on his feet. “You’re bleeding,” Jim says, reaching out to run his fingers gently over Bones’ cheek, and he watches the other tense under his touch. “Come on,” Jim says, “let me get you cleaned up.”

“You really ought to take better care of yourself, Bones,” Jim says once they’re in Bones’ motel room. Bones shrugs lightly. Jim has been cleaning up the wounds on his face, and Bones’ nose is no longer bleeding. “I would’ve been okay,” he says, “just needed to perform that exorcism.” “Bit difficult to say that out loud when you’re being choked, and not the good kind of choking,” Jim replies, lips turning into a small smirk. “Why’d you come and help me?” Bones asks. Jim sits down next to him, resting his hand on Bones’ leg. “I’ve been good,” Jim says, “but I’m starving. Figured I’d stop by you and see how you were doing.” Bones sighs, though not entirely annoyed at that. “Fine,” Bones says, smiling lightly when Jim’s eyes glow a little lighter when Bones reaches out, pulling him in a little closer.

Sleeping with an Incubus is a generally terrible, frequently fatal idea. Jim is different, though. Doesn’t take much, just enough to survive. Jim also joins him on hunts occasionally. Bones knows teaming up with a demon is a little unethical, considering he’s hunting them, too, and he makes a point not to trust Jim for anything other than the occasional intimate company, and someone who has his back on a hunt when no one else is available. 

Jim rolls on to his side, his hand running over Bones’ naked chest. “You’re my favorite hunter,” he says, and Bones smiles lightly. “That because I didn’t kill you?” “It’s not for your lack of trying,” Jim huffs with a grin, “no, I like you because you trust me. Not a lot of people do.” “I trust you for about as far as I can throw you.” “So, against the wall or the mattress, huh?” Jim teases, straddling Bones’ lap and kissing him. Sweet at first, but quickly more passionate. “Wanna go for round two?” “You gonna feed off my soul again? Then no,” Bones replies, and Jim laughs. “No, I’m good. Don’t want to end up swallowing my favorite hunter,,” Jim says, pressing gentle kisses over his chin and his neck. “What I am gonna do, is swallow something else entirely.” Bones rolls his eyes at that, pushing the Incubus off of him. “No, you’re not. Not when you say things like that.” “Come on, Bones. I need sex to survive. You’ll literally save my life by getting naked with me again.” “Nice try,” Bones says, feeling a little amused when Jim obviously looks defeated when Bones pulls on a shirt again. The hunter reaches out for his phone, checking for messages. “Sulu says there’s a wolf pack nearby.” “Ugh, I hate wolves,” Jim says, “with their pack mentality, weird sexual appetites-” “You’re one to talk,” Bones says, “weird sexual appetites? You’re literally a sex demon.” “Hmm, always consensual, though,” Jim points out with a grin. “You coming with me to hunt them down or what?” Bones asks, and Jim smiles. “Absolutely.”