#you go to the kitchen like 4 in the morning

[cottonlemonade]

Just Down The Street

word count: 1050 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Ushijima x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: spoilers

request: watching Goosebumps with caramel popcorn, dressed as a pirate || fluffy, going trick or treating with crush Ushijima

Being a cool aunt came with a whole lot of responsibilities. Most of it was the usual of showing up at school plays in outfits that would put any opera-goer to shame, covertly slipping the kids extra pocket money, or rolling up in your freshly polished convertible to pick them up from soccer practice when their parents were busy. But around the holidays more tasks emerged, like taking your niece and nephew trick or treating while their parents were stuck at a work function.

The boy was dressed as Pikachu and his older sister wore the black dress and blank expression of Wednesday Addams. You joined your niece as Morticia, with a long black evening gown that clung tightly to your curves and your corgi by your side dressed as a fish befitting his name.

Originally, you would have left your dog at home to enjoy some peace and quiet after the long hours of playing with the kids but even though you loved him dearly, you didn't trust that sly weasel with an empty home filled with decorations and possibly easily reachable chocolates stashed by not so innocent children's hands.

It was late afternoon and typical for Halloween the sun had already gone down. The first groups of children and chaperones wandered along the sidewalks next to the neatly trimmed lawns of your neighborhood. The street was mostly inhabited by lawyers and doctors and architects, in short, plenty of potential prospects to make your mother ask during every phone call if there was someone on the horizon for you. Usually, you ignored that question, opting instead to silently ponder about the man living in house number 15 with the gorgeous Japanese pine out front and a large pool in the back. You had seen him around the grocery store every so often, inspecting the fresh shiny produce or loading up on a new sack of rice that he effortlessly lifted into the cart. A few times before, he had helped you get something off a high shelf with a polite nod and once at a coffee shop he had paid for your new drink because you dropped the first one just outside the door. And maybe, once or twice, you had stood by your kitchen window, absently nibbling on an apple, waiting for him to run past your home on his morning jog.

When you had seen him on TV during the Olympics this year you had let out a short yelp that had Fish look at you in concern.

The unmovable and kind Olympian neighbor quickly became your crush and you racked your brain trying to think of ways to ask him out.

“Okay munchkins, be cool.”, you told the kids as you headed up the short walkway to number 15’s front door.

They both nodded and your niece rang the bell.

A few moments later the Ushijima Wakatoshi opened, dressed comfortably in dark sweatpants and a gray shirt, holding up a large bowl of what seemed to be expensive French pralines.

“Trick or-“, but before the kids managed to get all the way through the short phrase, Fish spotted a black Shiba Inu strutting down the corridor behind his owner and tugged his leash out of your niece’s hand. In an admirable attempt to catch your dog, your nephew ran after him into Ushijima’s pristine home, and your niece right behind him to get both of them back outside. You and Ushijima just gaped after the chaotic procession racing left into the living room, back out into the corridor, and then right into the kitchen.

Quietly to himself Ushijima had hoped you would stop by today. He had seen you around the neighborhood with the two children plenty of times and although the sight had filled him with a numb lump of disappointment at first, it quickly disappeared once he overheard them calling you their aunt. He asked Tendou to send him some chocolates just in case you’d ring his bell and had kept them in a separate bowl by the door.

He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander for a moment over your tightly fitted dress before calling his dog. The little shadow raced around the corner, tiny paws making scratching sounds on the wooden floor and came to a halt in front of him. Fish’s turn wasn't as graceful. He slipped into the adjacent room before trotting back out, niece and nephew on his tail.

“Sorry.”, both kids bowed as they passed Ushijima Meanwhile, Fish made one last attempt to get the Shiba Inu to play but one stern mention of his name and he hopped over the threshold to be by your side again.

“I am so sorry.”, you also said, bowing as deeply as you could without the dress becoming a distracting issue.

Ushijima smiled and shook his head, dividing the pralines equally among the children whose eyes grew big as saucers at the bounty.

“No need to apologize.”, he said calmly.

With a nervous laugh, you turned the end of Fish's lead in your hands. “This would be so much easier if I had an extra arm. You know, one for each kid and one for the dog.”

“Oh, alright.”, Ushijima took a jacket from a hook and slipped into a pair of sneakers.

“What are you doing?”

“You said you need an extra hand.” And as if to drive his point across he raised both of his.

You blushed. You really didn't want him to think that you were guilt-tripping him into helping out. “This is not necess-”

“I was just about to take him for a walk anyway.”, Ushijima nodded to the well behaved pup still sitting at his feet, then looked back at you, “If you wouldn’t mind some company…?” He let the question hang in the air for a bit, wondering if the “subtle insinuation”-approach Tendou had taught him was not too vague.

“Oh!”, you said, “No, not at all! The more the merrier.”

Followed by his dog he stepped outside into the crisp fall air.

“Who are you dressed as?”, your nephew asked, frowning up at your neighbor about his non-existent costume.

The man was perplexed and halted as he fixed the collar of his jacket, then said, “Ushijima Wakatoshi. - Nice to make your acquaintance.”

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a/n: request for @rosetakemi - Thank you so much for your request and the congratulations and your kind words ^^ I hope you enjoyed it! 🌟

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[tk-duveraun]

5/? Luo Binghe is SO NORMAL about Shen Yuan

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 (here)

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"I need this loser's backstory," Luo Binghe directed to his System.

The screen appeared with the throbbing loading circle. On the top left was his current point balance: 522 S-points. No movement after unlocking the OOC feature. It was good that he hadn't lost anymore, but nothing seemed to gain him points outside of direct objectives. A question for later.

[New Quest Available! Side Quest: "Brother Got Nothin' on Grimm" available from Shen Qingqiu.]

Luo Binghe scowled at the floating screen. Shen Jiu hated him; this quest was bound to be unpleasant. Unfortunately, he wouldn't make any headway with Shen Yuan without knowing what kind of bullshit the Original Goods pulled to reveal his demonic bloodline and engender Shen Yuan's disgust. It wasn't the demonic lineage itself, since Shen Yuan dual cultivated with several demons to cure pollens or avert qi deviations.

After cleaning himself up and straightening his uniform to Shen Jiu's exacting standards, Luo Binghe loitered near the path leading to the Bamboo House. Well, not literally loitered. He had a large basket of laundry he walked back and forth with so that if either peak lord walked by they'd think he was busy.

"You, beast," Shen Jiu said, right on time.

Luo Binghe set down the basket and saluted crisply. "Acknowleding Shizun."

Shen Jiu's face was pinched like he'd just sucked on a lemon with his eyebrows in jagged, annoyed lines. He looked Luo Binghe up and down before nodding to himself. "You will accompany Shen Qingchun on his mission. Ensure the brute does not attempt to ride in his carriage."

Lup Binghe bowed. "Understood, Shizun."

"If Shen Qingchun lacks for anything on the mission, on your head it lay."

"This Disciple will see to it."

"Dismissed."

Luo Binghe picked up the laundry to keep himself from jumping in excitement. He'd stolen the schedule for Qing Jing Peak from Ming Fan and this mission with Liu Qingge was his best guess for the Incident that would result in his odious shishu deflowering his wife.

While Luo Baixiao's body was too young to substitute for the cure, Luo Binghe could prevent the Incident entirely. His first stop was the Qing Jing quartermaster, a cultivator from the same generation as Shen Yuan's master, who was aggreived that he was expected to have Shen Qingchun's carriage ready for dawn the next morning.

As Shen Jiu predicted, Shen Yuan hadn't even begun getting ready for the mission. That was fine, it was Luo Binghe's first chance to prove that he could support his wife in anything he needed. At his side, Shen Yuan would want for nothing. He would reach out his hand and have what he wanted delivered before he could ask.

In that vein, Luo Binghe's next stop was the kitchens. When he announced his orders the head cook rolled his eyes even as he sighed in relief. Here, as well, nothing had been prepared. However, instead of letting them cook Shen Yuan's provisions, Luo Binghe tied back his sleeves and accepted the preservation boxes from one of the staff.

It was time for Luo Binghe's secret advantage: a masters in culinary sciences.

His adoptive mother had been a line cook with dreams of working in a Michellan star restaurant that Luo Binghe had put his blood, sweat and tears into achieving. It was actually was stuck awake in the thrall of blackmarket Ritalin that Luo Binghe first found IRS.

Shen Yuan was a comfort during the hopeless nights when he had only four hours to sleep before he had to go to class and knew he wouldn't be able to get more than two. Working in a kitchen was backbreaking alone, but coupled with full-time university he was truly a golden child to make it out sane.

(And when he learned he actually was blue-blooded, he'd screamed, railed and thrown a chair through the window that it really was true the rich were blessed above the poor. His mother deserved better. She should have been a god, not the lazy, gilded sons in the heavens.)

Inedia would be a distant dream after this mission, Luo Binghe would bet on it!

It was like living in a dream. Luo Binghe drove the carriage and passed snacks through the curtain back to his beloved Shen Yuan, catching glimpses of his bare forearm as it reached out for a treat. There were also the absolutely pornographic sounds of enjoyment as Shen Yuan ate.

Luo Binghe could almost forget Liu Qingge was grumpily riding with them, if not for the ocassional complaint that traveling by sword would be faster.

Privately, Luo Binghe agreed. What was a cultivation setting that traveled by carriage? Ridiculous. It was all to stage intimate carriage rides with Shen Yuan and his suitors who could excuse bumping their erections into him as just unsteady ground.

And Shen Jiu clearly knew, since he forebade Liu Qingge from riding with Shen Yuan.

The mission was to see the blooming of the Five Hundred Year Speckled Iris. Not that Shen Yuan particularly cared about the plant outside of harvesting it for Mu-shishu. No, Shen Yuan wanted to see the Fox-eard Speckled Bees that pollenated the iris and were fiendishly difficult to find at any other time.

"This Disciple is certain Shizun could find any creature he wished," Luo Binghe had said in response to Shen Yuan's ramble about the fuzzy creatures.

"Oh, but they're so cute! They'll curl up in your palm like tiny cats!" Shen Yuan gushed, expression lit with excitement like the moon's favorite son.

Lesser men would faint at the sight, but Luo Binghe held firm. He'd resisted two days of intermittant moaning, he could handle Shen Yuan's beauty.

Truly, the worst part about Luo Qingge being the one to deflower Shen Yuan was that he didn't even appreciate him properly. Yes, he found him beautiful and panted after him for millions of words, but Liu Qingge often told Shen Yuan he was ridiculous and talked too much.

Talked too much! The brute was lucky Shen Yuan was there to hold Luo Binghe back.

At least the System was on Luo Binghe's side, though he kept glancing suspiciously at his quest tracker. It still read [Objective: Preserve the purity of spring!] which was certainly a play on Shen Yuan's courtesy name. Well, he certainly had no intention of failing! But the fact that he, again, had no idea what the quest name was referencing made his teeth itch.

[redocity]

Would it be okay to request Buck helping you after a surgery? I'm having a hernia repair after my hysterectomy 4 years ago so I'm a Lil nervous to see if it'll help my chronic pain, and I'd love to have that big goofy hunk help me out!! (Esp as I ended up with the hernia bc of my ex pushing me too hard after surgery, I had to haul the wet laundry in the basket with a luggage strap around me while shuffling backwards on my bum so yeh)

R&R — E.BUCKLEY

after your surgery, buck will be damned if he so much as lets you lift a finger.

evan buckley x gn!reader | 1.2k | comfort | masterlist.

a/n — i’m so sorry you had to go through that lovely, i hope your ex never has clean clothes again :(

After the surgery, everything hurt. Not just the physical pain — though that was there, a constant throb reminding you of what your body had been through — but the frustration of being unable to do simple tasks on your own.

You tried to lift yourself out of bed that first morning, but even that was a battle. Sitting up had never felt like climbing a mountain before.

You remembered flashes of white hospital lights and the sterile smell of disinfectant, but mostly, you remembered Buck.

He was by your side the moment you woke up, his warm, calloused hand wrapped gently around yours, as if you were the most fragile thing in the world.

His blue eyes were filled with worry, but even the small hint of a smile on your lips left his entire face lit up like the sun breaking through clouds.

The next few days at home felt surreal.

You knew you were supposed to rest, but Buck had apparently taken that instruction far too seriously. You barely had a chance to lift a finger before he swooped in, doting over you like a hawk.

The first time you tried to get up, Buck was in the kitchen. You thought it would be harmless enough—just folding a small pile of laundry that had been sitting on the chair by the bed. As soon as your feet hit the ground, though, you heard his voice from down the stairs.

“Hey! Hey, what do you think you're doing?” Buck came rushing in, a towel draped over his shoulder, and the smell steal on his shirt.

“I was just... the laundry…”

“Oh no, no, no,” he said, pulling a pair of his jeans from your hands. “You’re supposed to be resting, remember? Doctor's orders!”

You rolled your eyes with a half-smile. “I’m recovering, not an invalid, Buck.”

“Yeah, but you don't need to do anything except heal,” he insisted, placing a gentle hand at your back to direct you back to bed like you were the most fragile thing in the universe.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment, his breath warm against your skin. “I’ve got the laundry covered. And lunch is almost ready.”

You tried to argue, but Buck just shook his head, giving you that stern yet sweet look you couldn't argue with. “You’ve been through a lot, okay? You deserve to be taken care of.”

And that’s how it went.

Every day, Buck was there, his protective nature dialled up to a hundred. He’d bring you breakfast in bed—adequately scrambled eggs and toast, the edges lightly browned just how you liked them. Whenever you tried to do anything more than lifting the remote control, he was there, gently but firmly stopping you.

One afternoon, when you were feeling a little stronger, you attempted to make yourself a simple sandwich.

You shuffled into the kitchen, determined to make yourself a sandwich—one small act of independence after days of being confined to bed or the couch. But before you could even reach for the bread, you heard it.

A low, scandalized gasp.

“Uh, excuse me?”

You froze, half-bent over the counter, startled by the sudden appearance of Buck in the doorway, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in clear disapproval.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his tone somewhere between exasperation and amusement.

“Making lunch?” you ventured, holding up a slice of bread as if that explained everything.

Buck sighed dramatically, crossing the room in two long strides. “Oh, no you’re not, not while I’m around.”

You tried to protest, but Buck was already shooing you away from the counter like a mischievous child. “Back to the couch. Go. I mean it!”

You raised an eyebrow, bemused. “Buck, it’s just a sandwich. I think I can handle it.”

He shot you a look that suggested ‘handling it’ was exactly what you couldn’t do right now. “You just had surgery.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Buck, I’m not dying, I’ll survive a peanut butter sandwich.”

“Not the point.” He was already pulling ingredients out of the fridge, determined as ever. "You need to rest. And if that means I have to make every meal, fluff every pillow, and carry you around for the next few weeks, then that’s what I’m gonna do."

You tried to protest again, but Buck’s determined expression was hard to argue with.

“You can relax, you know,” you said as he handed you a plate with the most perfectly assembled sandwich you’d ever seen.

Buck just shook his head, grinning. “Nah. You should be the one relaxing for the rest of your life. You’ve earned it.”

You couldn’t argue with that. After all, it wasn’t every day someone volunteered to cater to your every need, even if it meant giving up the simple pleasure of making your own lunch.

So, you sank back onto the couch, rolling your eyes playfully as Buck settled into the chair opposite you, watching like a hawk to make sure you ate every bite.

“Okay,” you muttered between bites. “But I’m making dinner,”

Buck raised an eyebrow. “We’ll see about that.”

As frustrating as it could be to feel so dependent, there was something so deeply comforting about having Buck there.

Every time he handed you a cup of tea or wrapped you in a blanket, you felt the quiet strength of his love. He was always calm, attentive, making sure you had everything you needed before you even realized you needed it.

When you woke up from an afternoon nap one day, you found him sitting beside you, watching you with a gentle smile.

“What?” you asked sleepily, stretching your arms.

“Nothing,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Just... I’m glad you’re okay.”

You reached for his hand, squeezing it softly. “I’m glad I have you.”

Buck smiled, a soft blush rising in his cheeks. “You know, I’d do anything for you, right? Even if it means stopping you from doing laundry and making food forever.”

You laughed, leaning into him. “I love you, Buck.”

“I love you too,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “And I’m gonna keep taking care of you, whether you like it or not.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that. Because, honestly, there was no one else you’d rather have by your side—especially when he insisted on being the most loving, attentive boyfriend in the world.

[potatoplace]

Bloom

Elain x Reader

kinktober day 4 | sex pollen, outdoor sex, dub con

kinktober masterlist | ACOTAR x reader masterlist

Story Summary: Your friend Elain wants to visit the first just outside of Velaris to sketch plants in their natural habitats, but her mate Lucien wants her to have someone else with her, in case anything dangerous comes nearby. You accompany her, making a day out of your time together. One of the plants she finds has a rather unexpected effect.

Warnings: dub con because it's sex pollen, kind of cheating but it's not really a choice, smut

Words: ~1.9k

Author's Note: this one isn't as long as I wanted it to be, but it's enough that I'm happy with it. I just really wanted to get something out for tonight! I hope you guys like this, there will be a second part later in the month featuring Lucien too ooooo~ enjoy!

18+ only pls

🤍🩷🤍🩷🤍

A knock on your front door drew you away from your book, and when you opened it you were delighted to see your friend, Elain.

"Elain, it's nice to see you! Come in," you said cheerily, stepping aside and letting her through the doorway. You closed the door behind you and followed Elain into your sitting room, where your book on magical theory was spread wide open.

"Good morning, Y/N, I was wondering if you'd like to walk in the forest with me? I want to go and sketch plants in their wild habitat, but Lucien doesn't want me to go into the forest alone..." Elain trailed off, making puppy dog eyes at you.

"I'd love to, 'Lain! Just let me get changed and pack some food for us, I'll meet you at your house in half an hour, if that works for you."

Elain beamed at you. "That works perfectly! I'll see you in a bit, Y/N." She left your house a moment later, and you turned to your kitchen.

Knowing Elain, the two of you would be out for most of the day. She tended to get lost in what she was doing, especially if it had to do with plants.

You packed your knapsack full of goodies- some berries, carrot sticks, jerky, and a croissant for each of you. You also made sure to tuck two waterskins inside.

Soon you were outside of Elain’s door, fist raised to knock when it swung inwards, revealing Elain, a satchel hung over her shoulder.

“Let’s go!” Elain said brightly, locking the door behind her. The two of you meandered through the streets of Velaris, making your way to the edge of the wards of the city. In a few minutes, you passed through the wards, the silky feel of magic slipping off of your body marking the spot.

The two of you chatted about random things as you walked, you told her of your most recent class with young fae, and how impatient they were with attempting to summon their magic. Elain talked about Lucien, and how protective he was becoming lately.

“It would bother me, if I didn’t find it so sweet,” Elain said dreamily, and you smiled.

“It’s nice to have someone looking out for you all the time, isn’t it?”

She nodded in agreement. “It really is, he just wants me to be safe-” Elain gasped. “Look at that! What pretty flowers!” She exclaimed, leading you by the hand to the edge of a small pond, and pointed at the bright pink flowers, growing on top of the water, leaves spread underneath them. “I haven’t seen it in any of my books of Night Court flora, I wonder what it’s called?”

“Hmm… I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere before,” you murmured, staring hard at the flowers while you wracked your brain. “Or it’s just pretty enough that I feel like I’ve seen it before.”

Elain had already sat down and was pulling a notebook out of her bag, along with a quill and pot of ink.

“Sketching this one?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

“Mhm. I’d also like to take a sample home, so I can see more of its characteristics up close.”

You nodded, though Elain’s eyes were either glued to the page in front of her or the flowers floating on the water. You joined her on the ground, pleasantly surprised at how soft it was from the thick carpeting of moss underneath you.

Your knapsack followed next, placed on the ground to your left. Laying down, you settled in to watch the trees shifting above you, their leaves swirling in the gentle breeze.

A time later, you weren’t sure how long, Elain gently poked you awake, her fingers meeting your side. You sat up slowly and yawned, then stretched your arms out. “All done?” You asked, blinking the sleep from your eyes.

“Yes, all but the sample,” Elain replied, her eyes meeting yours.

Those damn puppy dog eyes.

“You want me to go and grab one for you, don’t you?”

Elain smiled sheepishly and nodded. “If you wouldn’t mind, please.”

You shook your head in amusement. As though you would say no to her, when she still had some struggles with being in water. “Since you said please, I’ll do it for you.”

“Thank you so much!” Elain exclaimed, squeezing your arm gently and smiling at you.

“You owe me a coffee when we get home,” you said as you undid your laces and pulled your shoes off of your feet, then stood from your spot on the mossy ground. You undid the buttons on the back of your dress and let it fall off of your body, pooling at your feet.

When you dipped your toes into the pond, you were pleasantly surprised to find it a mild temperature- most waters in the Night Court were frigid year round, so this was a welcome change. You waded into the water, hesitating for a moment when it hit your waist.

“How’s the water?” Elain called out from the shore as your shoulders went under the surface of the water.

“Lovely!” You replied as you started to swim, making your way for the blooms in the middle of the water.

One was in your hand soon enough, plucked from its leaves. You did your best to keep it above water as you swim back to Elain. Once you were able to stand, you inspected the flower, mesmerized by the intricate swirls of a lighter shade of pink covering the petals. You took a small sniff of the flower, and stopped in your tracks.

It smelled amazing.

“‘Lain you have to smell this, mother above it’s heavenly!” You squealed, rushing through the water to reach her. You offered the bloom to her, which she took readily and lifted it to her nose, sighing happily at the scent.

“That smells so good!” Elain exclaimed, but you weren’t paying attention to what she was saying.

Because your body was on fire.

Desire had started licking its way from your core outwards, overtaking your senses within seconds of handing the flower over.

Your eyes locked onto Elain’s chest, so beautiful and soft and ready to-

Stop. She’s your friend.

You shut your eyes for a moment before they snapped open once more at the change in Elain’s scent, now mixed with desire.

Your eyes locked with hers for a moment before her brown orbs drifted lower… To your own chest, lingering there until a whine escaped your lips, drawing her gaze back to yours.

Your lips met a moment later, hers so plush and soft against yours you thought you could die from the feel of them. Elain’s hands were all over you, taking off your bra and tossing it to the side, her hands squeezing your breasts firmly. You broke away a moment later when her fingers pinched your nipples, a gasp tearing from your lips.

Your hands flew to the back of Elain’s dress, unbuttoning as many as you could before you started tugging the dress off her shoulders, revealing her pert breasts- bare already. The two of you were on each other again, tongues warring as you pushed her backwards, crawling on top of her where she was sprawled on the soft, mossy ground.

“Y/N,” she moaned as you separated, her hands looping over your shoulders. “Please…”

You could tell what she needed, just from her scent alone, and wasted no time in slinking down. You tugged her panties down quickly, your eyes locking on your prize.

Elain’s glistening pussy, so pink and pretty and all for you.

You positioned yourself between her thighs on your stomach, your arms wrapping underneath her thighs and keeping her spread wide.

The first lick was heaven, and the second even better, the sweet, honeyed taste of Elain’s arousal coating your tongue. You licked her clean before spreading her lips and tasting straight from the source, fucking your tongue into her hole as Elain’s hands grabbed your hair. She gently tugged you up so that your lips were hovering over her swollen clit. Your eyes met hers when you licked her bud the first time, a grin crossing your lips when her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she gasped softly.

Her heavy breaths were music to your ears, soft whines cutting through the haze of your thoughts and helping you to focus on feasting on the female below you.

Your hips were moving of their own accord, trying to find any friction to appease the aching heat between your own thighs. The urge to snake a hand between them was strong, but a particularly loud moan from Elain had your hand slipping out from underneath her and up instead, ghosting over the skin of her inner thigh before meeting her center, one finger sliding inside of her with ease.

Elain’s hips lifted off the ground a moment before settling back down, grinding into your finger. Her soft moan and hand pushing your head down had you wrapping your lips around her clit as you pushed a second finger inside, delighting in Elain’s breathy moans.

You pumped your fingers in and out, curling them into the spot that made Elain moan loudest as you sucked on her clit, moving faster when her thighs clamped down on your head, and a gentle scrape of your teeth was what pushed her over the edge, screaming out her climax into the forest air.

Her legs were shaking as you continued to work her, prolonging her pleasure until they fell to the side and her hands stopped pulling you closer and instead pushing you back slightly.

Your own hips were still rocking into the air, searching for friction that you couldn’t find in your current position. You rested your head on her right thigh, and your gaze slipped up Elain’s body, cataloguing the flush across her chest and the slight gleam of sweat on her skin before meeting her chocolate eyes. You bit your lip at the look in her eye, the hunger still burning within her.

“Y/N…” Elain said softly.

“Mm?”

“Lay back, love.” Elain’s voice was low, heady with desire as her hands pushed your shoulders gently, your body putty in her hands.

Her touch was like cool water over your skin, relieving the heat that had been building for so long now. You were laying on your back with Elain hovering between your thighs, her eyes locked with yours.

“‘Lain, please,” you begged, canting your hips up.

“Since you said please,” Elain said breathlessly, lowering her mouth to your pussy and keeping her eyes level with yours.

The first brush of her tongue against you was amazing, flashes of ice filling your veins, but the moment she had pulled away heat rushed back, worse than before, only abating with Elain’s touch.

“Fuck, ‘Lain,” you groaned, hands pawing at her shoulders. “Feels so good…”

Elain pulled away for a moment, saying “I know, love, just hang in… it feels a little better once you finish.”

You groaned at the thought, tugging her closer and she giggled in response.

“Be good, okay?” She asked, peering up at you from her lashes, and you nodded your head.

You could do that. You could be good, to keep Elain’s mouth on you.

You will be good for her.

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[melpomenes-garden]

Kinktober Day 4~ Ghost Face

Nanami Kento x Reader • CW: Consensual DubCon

Word Count: 667 • Smut • 🔞 MDNI

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When you say role play, Nanami Kento commits...

You weren't certain what you'd expected when you'd sheepishly shared your fantasy with your mild mannered husband.

“You'd like me to do what?” You'd squirmed under Kento's keen observation.

“Hunt me through the woods…as Ghost Face.” You'd mumbled the last words more quietly than the first, taking a generous sip of your wine at his subtly raised brow. Contrary to your expectations, however, he hadn't refused outright, he'd simply hummed and taken another drag on his cigar.

And that'd been the end of it. Or so you'd thought. Nothing had seemed out of the ordinary, truly. Sure, Kento was spending a little more time than usual on his phone, and the little glint in his eyes when you'd be changing for bed stirred something in your belly, but nothing out of the realm of normality.

Until…

“What's this?” Putting down your coffee mug, you eyed the box he'd put on the kitchen table curiously.

“Take a look.” He said casually, bringing his cup to his lips and watching you expectantly. Eying him skeptically, you reached for the box and began peeling back the tape, casting suspicious glances at him.

“You're awfully smug this morning.” You noted, eyes narrowing slightly as the box finally popped open. Kento simply watched as your eyes widened at what was inside.

Your heart stuttered as you gingerly tugged on the telltale black fabric. He chuckled at your surprise as you tugged the whole thing free of the box. A ghost face costume.

Clutching the fabric tighter, you looked up at your husband, doe eyed. And, for perhaps the first time in your marriage, Kento sported a shit eating grin, eyes twinkling, he put down his coffee mug and propped his chin on his folded hands.

“Ghost Face was the request I believe, darling.” He chuckled at your stupefied expression. “There'll be a full moon tonight.” He murmured mischievously.

It wouldn't be until later that evening that you'd realize you'd bitten off more than you could chew. Dashing through the trees, trying and failing miserably to make minimal noise, your heart thundered. The blood pounded in your ears as you darted behind a tree, straining to hear even the slightest footstep.

And…nothing. You couldn't be sure if it was the pounding of your own pulse, but you couldn't make out a sound in the dark. Nothing, not so much as a twig snapping or a leaf being crushed. You'd almost have thought you were safely tucked away if it weren't for-

“Mmm…” You gasp as a hand wrapped gently around your throat. You found yourself being pulled back against a solid warmth shrouded in darkness. “What have we here…” The rich voice of your husband rumbled in your ear, sending tingles across your scalp.

“I-I-”

“You-you, you what, pretty thing?” His free hand trailed down your side, coming to wrap around your waist, bracing you firmly against him. Your rehearsed narrative bubbled out of your mind as he ground his obvious arousal against your backside.

“Haven't you learned anything from those insipid movies, hmm? Never go into the woods alone.” His fingers flexed against the column of your throat as if considering his options. Your heart thrilled at his derisive tone, and a faint murmuring of his name drew a warning squeeze to your throat.

“I don't remember giving you permission to use my name, darling.” He hummed, pressing you against the same tree you'd vainly tried to hide behind. Capable fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your leggings. “This okay?” He murmured against your ear, and your heart melted as your husband, ever the gentleman, broke character. A quick nod from you and his fingers began gently toying with your clit.

“P-please-” You shuddered as he ground his arousal more insistently into your ass.

“Oh, I'm not done with you, pretty thing.” He chuckled darkly, fingers sliding your panties to the side to dip into your damp entrance.

“Not until the only thing you can scream is my name.”

[reddwarffemme]

Smegtober 4. Virtual Reality

Kryten gazed up into the air at the tall tall trees that surrounded his garden.

He brushed his hands - his human hands- on his overalls and admired his work. Rows of neatly planted vegetables all watered and ready to grow.

He returned to the cottage where he had left a basket of freshly picked blackberries perfect for a pie.

Just as he took the pie out of the oven a knock came at the door. How odd, thought Kryten.

He opened the door to see a man he didn't recognise. He had dark brown skin, short dark hair and beautiful deep brown eyes.

“Good morning,” The man said.

“How do you do?” Replied Kryten.

The man smiled a wide toothy smile “I am very well thank you. Though my cow has made a lot more milk than expected so I’m slightly overrun with dairy at the moment” He chucked “I just popped by to ask if you wanted some fresh cream?" The man held out a jar for Kryten to take.

“Oh,” Kryten said, and then, “A gift?”

“Yes" The man beamed "A gift” The man beamed.

“How thoughtful. In fact, I’ve just made a blackberry pie that would go splendidly. Would you care to join me?”

“I think that would be quite wonderful”

So the two men shared the pie and the cream - which really did go beautifully - and discussed the summer season just gone and their plans for the winter.

Once they were finished the man, who Kryten now knew as Arthur, stood up and began clearing the table and washing the dishes.

“Oh,” Kryen said “That’s very kind of you”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Arthur chuckled “Consider it an apology for not introducing myself sooner”

“Well we’ve met now”

“We have”

“So I expect we’ll be seeing more of each other”

“I do hope so”

Kryten felt his heart speed up and butterflies fill his stomach. He’d heard about this in books. Attraction was what they called it. Or love. Kryten hoped it was one of those and not a human seizure or anaphylactic shock.

Suddenly he felt the world shake and his vision grew blurry.

“Kryten” He heard “Kyten!”

He opened his eyes to the Virtual Reality deck of the Red Dwarf.

The cat was in front of him shaking him awake. “Hey, buddy. I need my Tuesday Afternoon Party Suit steamed by 12.”

“Can’t you wear your Tuesday Day Party Suit?” Kryten asked.

The cat gave him a look of disgust and sauntered out of the room not even deigning to answer such a ridiculous question.

Then Lister came in “Great, Kryten you’re back. Do you mind putting some lunch on? I'm starving and the dispensers are only serving books by Bob Mortimer again.”

Before Krytan could reply Rimmer came in. “Kryten you must clean the kitchen it looks like a bomb has gone off in it”

“Hey I only burnt a couple of things” Lister protested.

“A few things? There's spaghetti splattered all over the toaster who will not shut up about it!”

“So there might have been a bit of an incident." Lister rolled his eyes But it’s nothing old Krytie can’t handle, right Krytie?”

“Of course not, Sirs. I will get started right away”

[maponyo]

gojo is the type of bf to eat food in the bed and say you’re being delusional about feeling crumbs and that he doesn’t hear the crinkle of uneaten candy under his pillow

[fallout-fucker]

Sole Survivor Headcanon

Kind of OC based but it's also vague (Although Minutemen leaning) so like. If your Sole wasn't a soldier or lawyer. Or anything. Just a skill-less bastard. You might like this. Enjoy.

Sole being trusted by so many factions just for breathing is so funny actually. Like they deadass crawl out of a cave, freshly traumatised, and told they're a General? Because they helped someone? Cool, yeah, sure, uh-huh. That's a great amount of pressure to handle on top of their circumstances.

I like to think that everyone also assumes they're insanely clever. It's not that Sole isn't, per se, but everyone treats them like a genius. A prodigy. People have told Sole they understand why Preston trusted them so much because the Commonwealth 'needs their level of knowledge and intelligence to get better'. To which Sole is always bewildered, because their 'extensive level of knowledge' is just. High school level. Basic science lessons.

They know about evolution and stem cells and stuff. They know how disease and antibodies work. They're praised for changing people's opinions on vaccination when, with the help of Curie, they start a campaign to bring back vaccines. Their goal was to fight the viruses that had been brought back from near extinction from 200+ years of no healthcare system, no scientists and doctors to cure them. A tilt back in the direction of accessible Pre-War healthcare.

Sole knows history. They know what to watch out for, how to spot tension between factions. They know how to avoid more war, lessons learned from textbooks and late nights with post-it notes. They know how to piece together a scale and pin point the tipping point to stop it before shit goes down because they did a project about it on a WW1 assignment. The Great War. The irony is not lost on Sole when they contemplate that name for too long.

They're decent at Maths. Decent enough to make sure the caps and donations to the Minutemen are being put to good use. To make sure the book keeping is up to code and every cap is accounted for, and what it should be put towards. Like trying to bring back vaccines from 200 years ago. Negotiating with Vault 81 to let Curie use the old lab there goes way more smoothly when they've got the caps to make a worthy case for the cause.

Sole knows why people assume their mind is unmatched, though. In a way it is, sort of, they suppose. Since education is rare in the Post-War world, and even then it's not at the level it was Pre-War, Sole just seems smart. Everyone thinks they are.

Sole never knows how to handle it.

Are they complicit for letting people believe they're a genius? Should they keep up the charade so people listen to them? The thought keeps them up at night. Preston laughs at them for it.

MacCready reminds them of the many times they looked like a dumbass in every other circumstance where they lacked knowledge. 210 years of missing out on General Wolrd Stuff will do that to ya. It's not necessarily their fault, but he still likes to drag them for the time they got food poisoning because they didn't realise some of the new plants had to be cooked before consumption.

Every time someone acts in awe of Sole's intelligence, MacCready snickers because he was there in the early days. Sole had hired him to watch their back. Soon enough he became their mentor on how to shoot a gun properly. How to maintain it. What to eat, what not to eat, what to definetly not eat. How to make sure mole rat meat is 100% cooked. How to safely remove as much radiation as possible from water and food when you have only basic supplies. He would never think Sole is stupid. They know a lot compared to most people, but learning how to survive and knowing how to count are very different types of knowledge. No, he'd never think they're stupid. But he definetly humbles them, which Sole is actually happy about. He still affectionately calls them an idiot and reminds them of the time they tripped over their own laces, alerting the radstag they were hunting of their presence. And the food poisoning thing. And the incident with the bucket. And when they almost touched a deadly plant because they thought it would look nice in a vase they found.

Thing is, Preston taught them basics of how to shoot and fight before they left Sanctuary. MacCready picked up the workload when he met Sole and realised they'd likely get them both killed if he didn't. Cait showed them hand to hand combat and lockpicking. Everyone at some point taught Sole something. So Sole goes red from embarrassment when being complimented on their mind, because they know they're gonna get an earful from their friends later. Affectionately bullied. You know Deacon has some blackmail level information from the months he followed them. They all sit at Sole's kitchen counter and share stories of Sole's embarrassing misadventures over breakfast. That's just what a family does.

[deva-arts]

☆ Nathaniel Wilson ☆

I Really Like Nathaniel because the guy embodies Hope and Positivity without forcing it down the gullets of everyone around him.

He looks like he'd be a pleasant individual to actually be around at 7 am. Even before his coffee. [ Sera should be too, she doesn't seem like an unbearable person to be around in La Matinée ( the Morning ) . But still, she is alot grumpier than her other half. ]

With that said. Insert Happy music here. Nujabes or Smth.

Submitted by @mettamorphoses!

Love the way you drew Nate here! such a clean style and serious face :> He's my favorite little quadfocal guy... friendly, polite, and a good conversationalist! You're absolutely right, he's one of the easiest people to get along with. It's almost like he knows exactly what to say to people.

Sera isn't grumpy so much as she is disinterested and dismissive. She heads to work without bothering to make small talk besides a basic "Hello." if she passes you by. Not the worst outcome, really, if silence doesn't bother you.

[22slices]

I loooooooooove when my boss leaves and I get the office to myself and can fuck around and sit a bunch and not give a shit!!!!!!! happy time theft tmonday !!!!

[scham-wcan]

Cinder: Snowflake, lean over so I can post a picture of our weekend together

Winter: Absolutely not, this lightning is not complimentary at all, and my hair is disgusting and I have no makeup and I look like a slob

Cinder: Hm? Oh, I already posted it. Look at it! You have the cutest pout in this!

~~~~~

Winter: Cinder? Can I take a selfie of our date together?

Cinder: Only if I can give you a big lipstick mark on your cheek while we take it

Winter: …. But then the lightning will be off. We need to go outside for it then

[victorluvsalice]

-->And then get cooking! Because, as previously hinted, I'd decided that what I really wanted to do today was another food sale in Oasis Springs, and that meant making some fresh treats. :) Some fresh, unusual treats, because I saw the “Curious Pizza” option on the pizza oven and realized that we had both the skill to cook it and the alien fruits it demanded. :D Alice thus went and grabbed some glow orbs before returning to the kitchen to get the Curious Pizza and some mushroom waffles going, along with prepping some seafood for a seafood pizza. After grabbing the waffles, she then settled in for a brief wolf nap (instincts again) while Smiler, having finished their first bottle of nectar, went to give the chickens a bit of feed before wandering into the study to do some painting on Alice’s easel (a “realistic” painting that was anything but). After her little snooze, Alice got her chopped-up fish and her pizza, then got some more dough going in the stand mixer before taking a little break to give poor dirty Moory a clean, a bit of conversation, and a prairie grass treat. Smiler finished their painting and headed back to the chicken coop to give it a clean, then sorted out the trash to get all the recyclables from it while Alice returned to the kitchen to get her dough and start making a seafood pizza and some sweet batter for more waffles.

-->And around this time, Victor FINALLY finished all the weeding, watering, and bug-spraying in the greenhouse. Yeah, the poor guy was really trapped in there today – there was a hell of a lot to do! Thus freed, he wandered into the kitchen to keep Alice company for a bit while Smiler headed out to get their plasma fruit, poison fireleaf, and noxious elderberries before evolving a bunch of plants and super-selling the rest. Victor and Alice had a nice chat that left Alice feeling very playful, so she ran off to shape the bonsai into something funny, leaving Victor to grab the batter and box up the seafood pizza. I decided he should get to do something for the sale and had him make some blueberry bagels in the oven –

And while he was doing that, I popped into build mode and got the gang an ice cream machine. Which I then put in his inventory. I’ve been meaning to get them one for a while, and this seemed like a prime opportunity. Granted, I have no place to put it in the kitchen at present, but I knew it could be useful somewhere else...

-->Anyway – while Victor was getting his bagel on, I had Smiler chat with the chickens so they’d have sufficient attention and gather the eggs (three normal eggs, which went in the fridge, and two hatchable ones, which got sold), while Alice (who had unfortunately given up on the bonsai partway through – I wanted to see the shape!) turned the thermostat down to “cooler” as it was a little warm outside before I sent her out to the greenhouse to talk with a plant as per her wants. Gotta keep the Simmies happy, after all! She then got sent to make a bit of cookie dough (because why not) while Smiler headed to the front porch to call the cats back from their off-lot adventures (because can't have them just randomly roaming the worlds!) and to the séance room to put out the candles before they burned down to nothing (need to have them ready for any future seances!)

Back in the kitchen Victor got his bagels, then – as he wanted to up his Handiness skill anyway – upgraded the waffle maker with a “speedy bake” option while Alice started her cookie dough (which, waffles ALREADY don’t take much time, so this should make cooking them damn near instantaneous). Once they were both free, she and Victor then had their Forbidden Candies with Energizing Ghost Sugar while Smiler came into the kitchen and grabbed the completed dough for her. Everybody then took a moment to hang out around the table and chat (with Victor spontaneously asking Smiler if they had any other partners – nope, Victor, you would have met any potential metamours) –

[apollo-zero-one]

Listening to stories of people who survived situations like being trapped in collapsed buildings and it kinda sounds like the human response to being trapped in a bad situation is to just keep going back to sleep until death comes. Thinking about depressive avoidant sleeping. Brain doesn't know you aren't trapped under rubble it can't see out of his bone prison brain just knows everything is bad and everything hurts and we can't handle this stress we need to divert all power to life support, night night.

[mostly-imagines]

Guard Dog vol.I

jason todd x fem!reader

aka don’t fuck with jason’s girlfriend

4 in 1 blurbs

vol. II

warnings: mildly creepy guys, standard protective bf methods

Jason’s good at shutting people up very quickly. You’d almost call it a talent.

He shuts you up with a kiss when you get stuck in a rant, or with a hug to calm your worried rambles.

And when you’re in an incorrigibly teasing mood, he’ll throw you over his shoulder and carry you back to your bedroom to really shut you up.

With other people though, he has…different methods.

You sit atop your kitchen counter, trading lazy kisses in between giggles with your boyfriend. He stands in front of you, hands massaging your thighs as he leans in for another. You happily oblige.

You break off the exchange to lay a series of sweet kisses on that spot under his jaw.

His head tilts back, letting out a groan so low you nearly miss it. “Sweetheart…” he warns.

“Sorry…” you resign with a sheepish smile.

A knock at the door bursts you out of your shared reverie. You press a kiss to his knuckles and hop down to start setting the table.

Jason gets the door, greeting the pizza guy with a nod as you shuffle around the kitchen. The delivery guy hands him a receipt, asking for a signature.

Jason uses the door as a surface to sign, giving the delivery guy an apt view into your apartment, where he sees you getting out plates in the kitchen. More noticeably, he sees you in your boyfriend's shirt, which rides up just a little bit when you stand up on your toes to reach the top cabinet. The lift of the shirt exposes the bottom of your underwear, though it falls back into place again just as quickly.

Now, lucky for this guy, Jason’s facing the door and does not see him checking you out in your own home. Unlucky for this guy, he has wildly misread the vibe of your relationship. Or at least your boyfriend.

“Man, how do you get anything done around here?” He jests.

Jason looks up at him, and the pizza man’s eyes tear away from your legs to meet his hard gaze. It does not take him long to realize his mistake.

“Try again.” Jason behests, arms crossed in front of him.

The pizza boy’s eyes go wide and he shakes his head, stuttering. “I—uh, I said have a good night.”

“Mhm.” He grumbles.

The pizza guy hands Jason the box with shaky hands and scuttles back down the hallway.

Thankfully, you didn’t seem to notice the exchange, but even so, your boyfriend still glowers down the hallway after him.

“Jay?”

His attention snaps back to you, demeanor changing instantly. “Yeah, baby?”

You’re sitting in your usual spot at the table, his chair empty and waiting just around the corner from you.

“Come sit.” You say, with eyes that might as well be hearts.

He gives a reassuring nod and kicks the door shut behind him.

You and Jason are sitting on the floor in his old room at the manor, your legs thrown over his. You lean up against his bed, asking him about posters on the walls and trinkets on the shelves.

His knee is propped up and your arm dangles across it, his hand in yours. He plays with your fingers and periodically leans forward to leave a kiss on them.

You’d just woken up less than an hour ago after spending the night post-gala, and it’s a peaceful, if not unusually quiet morning.

Dick shouts your name from another room, audibly booking it towards you. Yeah. That’s more like what Jason remembers.

He grumbles some annoyances, dropping his head against your intertwined hands.

Dick bursts into the room, clearly incredibly excited.

“What’s up, Dick?” You ask, calm as ever. Jason lets an unseen smile creep up, head still down.

Dick’s practically jumping up and down, “You gotta see the shit that Tim just found in the cave!” His face drops as he directs his gaze to Jason, “You’re not invited.”

“Thank God.”

Dick ignores him and grabs your wrist, yanking you up from the floor. This is one place where he differs from Jason—he’s not always quite so aware of his own strength.

His grip doesn’t hurt really, but it’s firm enough that you imagine there’ll be bruise marks there later.

“Hey.” Jason calls out, nodding his head to where Dick is holding your arm. “Ease up.”

Dick follows his gaze and immediately loosens his hold, apologizing to you before pulling you along once again (this time much more gentle).

You grin at Jason as he tugs you out the door, him returning it with an endeared smile as he watches you go.

Fuck he loves you.

Jason had a decent break from his night job for once, and was happy to let you drag him out to a bar for a little date. You’d been linked at the hip for most of the night, his hands maintaining their ever present home on your waist with yours rested on his thighs as you told him about your hectic day.

He’d usually prefer to stay in bed with you for as long as possible when he gets time off, but you’d looked so excited asking him to go out with you—he never stood a chance.

You look up into the mirror as you wash your hands, a strand of hair falling into your face as you do. You push it back behind your ear and smile to yourself, recalling the several times Jason had wordlessly done the same throughout the night as you rambled.

You make your way back to the bar, smile immediate on your face when you see your boyfriend. It gets replaced rather quickly though, when a man slides in front of you, cutting off your view of him.

“Hey there.”

You have to take a step back because of how close he decided to stand to you. He looks sober (enough) but wildly overconfident in whatevers about to happen.

"Let me buy you a drink, pretty thing."

Jason calls you pretty thing sometimes. It makes the blood rush to your cheeks and an inescapable smile creep up on your lips. When this guy says it, it makes you literally frown.

"Oh no, I'm okay, my—"

"You seem like a dirty martini kinda girl." He expertly ignores you, clearly trying and failing to make some kind of innuendo there.

Jason's sitting back against the bar, watching the interaction carefully. You still can’t see him, but he’s close and you can rest comfortable knowing he’s looking out for you.

With that reassurance, you don’t play this out quite as carefully as you would if you were alone.

"Look, I don't want a drink from you, thanks."

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say to him because his face contorts quickly to mock-disgust that you figure is really just embarrassment.

“Hey, don’t be a bitch just ‘cause—”

You try to sidestep around him, thoroughly done with this interaction, but he grabs your upper arm harshly, pulling you to an abrupt stop.

Jason stands up real quick, yanking the guy backwards by his collar before you can even process what's happening.

Now, you know that Jason is an objectively intimidating guy. There's not many people that will come face to face with that absolute unit of a man and still decide to keep on trying him. However, you tend to forget that when you're so used to your gentle giant that only ever speaks to you kindly and touches you softly.

But his intimidating status becomes very apparent when the guy spins around, looks up at Jason, and immediately takes four steps back. He actually almost bumps into you in the process, not doing anything to tame Jason’s acute distaste for this man.

"Listen to me—back the fuck off before you get hurt."

“She—”

“I don’t give a fuck. Leave.”

The guy hesitates.

“Now.” Jason adjusts his posture to stand at his staggering full height, clearly with no qualms about putting him back in his place.

That does it for him, the man stumbllng away with half-committed mumbles of “whatever” or “something something lame anyway.”

Jason watches him until he walks out the door, before turning back to you.

He delicately takes your upper arm in his hand, pulling your sleeve up to search for bruising. But as harshly as he had grabbed you, it didn’t have the time to cause a bruise before Jason intervened.

“What’d he say to you?” Jason asks, brow furrowed as he inspects your arm.

“Nothing very interesting.” He looks at you mildly.

You smile and comb his hair back from his forehead, “Don’t worry about him. I’m good.”

He lets your arm go, and exchanges it for holding the back of your head, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You take his other hand and guide him back to your seats.

“Besides,” You look over his shoulder and let out a little shocked gasp. “Guess who just walked in.”

He gives you a questioning look before his face slacks, eyes widening in realization.

“No…” And you smile so brightly it almost makes up for what's coming his way.

You redirect your smile over his shoulder and give a wave to the door. Jason swigs down the rest of his drink, hand finding your waist once again.

“Jaybird!”

Jason’s still exhausted from patrol last night but he’d insisted on going with you to the bar to meet your friends. You’d tried to convince him that it was okay to stay in and rest tonight, you’d be fine. But it was a losing battle.

You suspect it has something to do with him not liking when you go out in Gotham at night, especially when you’re drinking.

So he hangs out in the background of the buzz, with you sat in front of him, in between his legs.

You’re talking it up with Roy, who’s been making jokes about how Jason’s “moody ass” tricked you, “the ray of sunshine” into this relationship somehow.

You laugh, taking a sip of your drink. “Right, ‘cause you and Kori were in love at first sight.”

"Oh, fuck off." Roy jeers.

He doesn't say it with the cadence of a joke, but it is.

You know he's joking, he knows he's joking.

Jason, who very well may have been tuned out of the conversation up to that point, does not seem to know he's joking—or he doesn't care.

You don't need to look behind you to know that your boyfriend is in defensive mode, though the look of regret mixed with amusement on Roy's face gives a solid hint.

You hold your hand out to block Jason his path as he moves forward. He lets you stop him, though you're certain he could get past you without so much as blinking, no problem.

"Right. My bad, forgot your guard dog was here. Don't fuck off." Roy backtracks, hands up in front of him.

Jason just rolls his eyes, slouching back down. You reach behind you for his hand, giving it two squeezes. You know he’s tired, so much so that he almost punched his best friend for making a typical joke.

“Five more minutes, okay?” You say softly over your shoulder.

He nods at you blearily, and ducks his head down to rest on your back. You adjust your posture a little bit to make it more comfortable for him and continue on talking, his hand still in yours.

If he hadn’t fallen asleep so quickly, five minutes would’ve been five minutes, but instead it became something more like fifty.

He goes through patches where sleep isn’t always so welcoming, a phase he’s been in for the past couple of weeks. You’d been waking up to find the bed half empty, your boyfriend resigned to doing research on cases in an attempt to at least be productive while he’s awake.

You can’t protect him in the same ways that he protects you—you’re not a fighter or necessarily “intimidating.” But you can protect him like this, in these little ways. Letting him nap on you, making him close the case files and rest with you, holding his hand throughout the night so that when he inevitably has nightmares, he knows immediately that you’re still with him. That he’s safe.

So if he can get some much needed sleep while only costing you a stiff back tomorrow, you’ll happily take that deal as many times as he needs.

vol. II

[jinwoosbabyboo]

“Where are you?”

LADS Men waking up and MC isn’t in bed.

Zayne

Zayne, calling MC: Where did you run off to?

MC: I didn’t run but I did walk to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea

Zayne: Oh

MC: is something wrong?

Zayne: No

MC: Did you think I disappeared?

Zayne: ….

Zayne: …..yes

MC: I’m coming back to bed now my love I’m sorry I scared you

Zayne: I was terrified

Rafayel

MC walking back into the room and Rafayel is awake sitting up on the bed pouting

Rafayel: Am I just a piece of fish ball to you?

MC: It’s 7 in the morning why are you starting already?

Rafayel: I woke up to a cold bed and no good morning kiss?

MC: Raf-

Rafayel: I called for you TWICE not a ‘fuck you’ ‘yes baby’ ‘how did you sleep’ NOTHIN

MC: I WAS PEEING !

Rafayel: WELL TAKE ME WITH YOU NEXT TIME

MC: Hard pass

Xavier

Xavier sleepily walking into the living room rubbing his eyes

MC: Well good morning sunshine

Xavier: Why did you leave me alone in bed?

MC: Well it’s 4 in the afternoon I thought you were going to sleep for the whole day again

Xavier: Come take a nap with me then

MC: You just woke up from a 18 hour slumber go eat and drink something you hermit

Sylus

MC enjoying a cup of tea in the kitchen.

Luke: Found her boss

Kieran: We’re bringing her now

MC: What—AHHH

Luke: *Grabs MC*

Kieran: *Grabs her tea*

Luke sets MC down in the doorway of Sylus bedroom and Kieran tucks her cup back in her hands before quickly disappearing down the hall

Sylus: Seriously? *Uses evol to drag her back in bed and sets her cup on the nightstand*

MC: Sylus!

Sylus: Do you really expect me to sleep without you?

MC: I was literally right downstairs

Sylus: too far.

MC: no.

Sylus: yes.

MC: no.

Sylus: yes.

MC: ….You’re acting like a child

Sylus: Don’t disappear like that again….

Visual for Sylus courtesy of @/karashimsms on twitter

Honorable Mention

MC to Luke & Kieran: I gotta get back before Sylus realizes I’m not in bed

Sylus: MC?

Sylus: …..

Sylus: MCCCCCCC

[thethief1996]

Israel has just bombed a hospital where hundreds of wounded and refugees were taking solace. Journalists in Gaza have reported there was hardly a single body whole in the aftermath (If you can stomach it, there's a video of a father holding what remains of his child). At least 500 people killed by IOF soldiers, who planned this action, got into an airplane and dropped that bomb willingly. The deadliest attack in five wars, according to the Ministry of Health.

Israel has denied ownership of the attack and said it was a misfired Hamas rocket. Originally, they celebrated it on their social media, saying they had destroyed a Hamas target, treating the deaths like an unfortunate collateral. After international backlash, they posted videos to their social media claiming it was a Hamas rocket. The video, though, shows a second explosion 40 minutes after the airstrike, and they edited it our of their tweet in a pathetic attempt at covering up.

Israel has said multiple times that they were going to bomb hospitals. They told doctors to evacuate and leave their patients to death because they were going to bomb, namely: Al Shifa, Shuhada Al Aqsa and the Quwaiti Hospital. Al Shifa housed at least 10.000 refugees and wounded, and worked as a hub for the press because it was one of the only hospitals that still had working generators. Medical crew worked with sirens blaring to signal the hospitals were not empty. This was a purposeful massacre. These people died hungry, thirsty and in pain because of the Israeli government's cruelty.

CNN and other media outlets already tried to pin the blame on Hamas, parroting back the pathetic propaganda being sold by the IOF. Even in death, Palestinians can't be respected and are used to further their own oppression. These people's deaths are not going to be in vain. Within our lifetimes, Palestine will be free.

Take action. The Labour Party in the UK had an emergency meeting today after several councilors threatened to resign if they didn't condemn Israeli war crimes. Calling to show your complaints works.

FOR PEOPLE IN THE USA: USCPR has developed this toolkit for calls

FOR PEOPLE IN THE UK: Friends of Al-Aqsa UK and Palestine Solidarity UK have made toolkits for calls and emails

FOR PEOPLE IN GERMANY: Here's a toolkit to contact your representatives by Voices in Europe for Peace

FOR PEOPLE IN IRELAND: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace

FOR PEOPLE IN POLAND: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace

FOR PEOPLE IN DENMARK: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace

FOR PEOPLE IN SWEDEN: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace

Protests in support have already erupted in Beirut, Madrid and Rabat in response to the shelling of the hospital. Join your local protest and raise your voices. For people in the US, Israel has just asked for additional $10bi in aid on top of the annual $3.8bi already given to them. Palestinians are asking that you refuse this loudly, with their every breath.

Here's a constantly updating list of protests:

Global calendar

USA calendar

Here are upcoming events:

WASHINGTON, DC: Outside Congress on 18/10 at 12 PM

WASHINGTON, DC: NATIONAL MARCH in front of the White House on 4/11 at 12 PM

SAN DIEGO: 2125 Pan American E Rd. (Spreckles Organ Pavillion) on 18/10 at 7 PM

NEW YORK: 72nd st. And 5th ave., Brooklyn on 21/10 at 2 PM

NEW YORK: CUNY Grad Building on 18/10 at 2 PM

NEW YORK: Oct 18, 5pm, Steinway & Astoria Blvd.

DALLAS: 1954 Commerce Street (Dallas Morning News Building) on 19/10 at 3 PM

[CAR RALLY] KITCHENER-WATERLOO: Fairview Park, 2960 Kingsway Dr. on 18/10 at 6 PM

KITCHENER-WATERLOO: CBC Building, 117 King St. W on 19/10 at 5 PM

HOUSTON: Zionist Consulate, 24 Greenway Plaza on 18/10 at 4 PM

OMAHA: 72nd St & Dodge St on 18/10 at 6 PM

SAINT PAUL, MN: Oct. 18, 5:30pm. State Capitol, 75 Rev Dr Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd.

BALTIMORE: Oct 20, 6pm. Baltimore City Hall

DUBLIN: Leinster House, Kildare Street, Dublin 1 on 18/10 at 5 PM

THURLES: Liberty Square on 19/10 at 7 PM

LURGAN: Market Street on 21/10 at 3 PM

PORTO ALEGRE: Rua João Alfredo, 61 on 18/10 at 19h

RIO DE JANEIRO: Cinelândia on 19/10 at 17h

RECIFE: Parque Treze de Maio on 19/10 at 17h

MANAUS: Teatro Amazonas, Largo de São Sebastião on 19/10 at 17h

SÃO PAULO: Praça Oswaldo Cruz on 22/10 at 11h

FOZ DO IGUAÇU: Praça da Paz on 22/10 at 9h

TSHWANE: Belgrade Square Park, Jan Shoba Street on 20/10 at 10 AM

VEREENIGING: Roshnee Sports Grounds on 21/10 at 14h30

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