#“Yes - abso... oh you can tell”

[you-makestedehappy]

Line deliveries that play on repeat in my brain.

Season 1, episode 4 - Discomfort in a Married State

🐈‍⬛❤️‍🩹🍆💦🏴‍☠️ [ep 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10]

Bonus :

[bigfatbimbo]

I am haunted by visions of Vox with a capable assistant who doms him after hours. The role reversal of guy thinking he can fuck his secretary but she turns the tables and fucks him has me sweating

I got inspired by a turn of phrase that would might have been popular a little bit before Vox’s time “his girl, Friday”

Basically a “girl Friday” was a term used for a woman in the office who acted as a jack of all trades and was good at doing a bunch of different jobs. This person was usually very capable and the office’s go-to-girl for anything and everything

So I keep imagining Vox with this hyper-competent assistant. He hires her and after becoming familiar with the company, she manages to handle things before he even asks her to do them. He decides to try and rattle her a bit with impossible tasks to knock her down a peg, but she takes that as a challenge and somehow completes them with a smarmy “will that be all,sir”

Game on. He keeps challenging her and asking for crazier shit just to prove that she can be shaken. She doesn’t even flinch, it’s a little intimidating and bruises his ego

Eventually he’s working late (which means she’s working late because somehow their work ethics are equally insane) and he starts being all snide and pissy and she just puts him in his place, insulting his behavior and his temper and physically backs him into his desk before telling him that he needs to be taught proper manners

And from then on, by day she’s Vox’s right hand who never leaves his side. But by night she bends her boss over his desk or presses him into his office chair, making him whimper and moan as she teaches him a lesson and berates him

So yeah, boss tries to dominate assistant but she effortlessly reverses their roles and makes him cry “Yes, ma’am!”

People think he’s tapping his assistant but whenever comments are made they share a look and Vox just thinks “they can’t ever know that I call you Mommy”

So the other day, I posted about wanting to do a human Vox au but lacking ideas, and one of the comments was involving an assistant x boss type deal. I don’t know if this ask is unrelated or directly caused by that post, but it gives me lots of ideas for a more specific au involving human Vox.

Anyways, since it wasn’t specified, i’ll keep the alive or dead details pretty vague. When I tell you this idea has been rotting in my brain all day, I fucking mean it.

Like this is genuinely about to get me out of writers block oh my fucking god. “His girl, friday” is a term i’ve never heard before but it’s so fitting with this. I love the go-getter incredibly efficient reader so much.

And god, it would bother Vox to an ungodly point. Because being in close quarters a lot, you being his assistant, of course he picks up on your efficiency. It makes him a little insecure because you honestly get things done quicker than he could.

So after throwing everything he can at you to knock you overboard your parade of orderliness, and you doing it all absolutely flawlessly, he can’t help but throw one of his tantrums.

Coming to him at the the end of the day, explaining you did everything he’d asked, and went beyond, closed multiple business deals for him, and got the inside information on upcoming possible marketing events. He should be happy, this objectively helps his business. But instead, he sits at his desk, watching you from across the room, before absolutely exploding.

I mean, you do his jobs better than he does. And he goes on a huge rant about how he doesn’t believe this, and how you must have absolutely no life, and basically degrading and insulting you for doing your job correctly.

And then yes, you yell at him, practically daring him to fire you. He won’t, you’re too much of an asset. You’re basically untouchable. So with that, you yell back, but unlike Vox who erupted with rage, you keep yourself as level headed as possible while talking sternly. Make even talking to him condescending as of talking to a child, explaining how it’s absolutely unbelievable he’s throwing a fit over good work ethic, and how he’d have to be out of his mind to pout about something so beneficial for Voxtech.

Going on and on about how his competitive, aggressive, targeting work behavior is unacceptable and pathetic… and now you have him back up against his desk, his sneer turning into a look of astonishment.

And then his eyes dart down, heat rising to his cheeks, and you notice the bulge in his pants. At first, you go silent, but then tease him with “You want me to take care of that too? Or will you yell at me for being too good at my job.”

Well, then he’s mad again. Probably definitely a struggle for power the first time you fuck. Yes, he tries to dom you, and fails because jesus, he really was pathetic. But you have him lied back in his chair, pinning his wrists down to either side of him, while you ride his dick into overstimulation. But he’s trying to keep quiet so no one else is the office hears his whimpers and whines.

But when he gets too loud, simply remind him that you’ll have to stop and he responds with a watery, whimper of “Y-yes ma’am.”

Now, fridays are dedicated to his girl, friday. Coincidentally, you’re both working late on those days, and even more coincidentally, you have business in his office.

That business being bending Vox over his desk until he has to cover his pathetic sobs with his hand so a janitor doesn’t hear him crying for his mommy.

Anyways, I’m almost done. I think this specifically appeals to me in a human Vox au sense because i’m hell, a work place of hell wouldn’t be particularly normalized, but it’s hell so it’s absolutely not frowned upon. He’d probably get teased about it at best, and literally a high five for tapping that. But in a human au, the stakes are much higher because there’s an actual sense of ethics and morals in business.

Also in the fifties, do you even know how taboo it would be for a boss to not only be sleeping with his assistant, but getting dominated by her every night???? I dunno.

Oh and the toxic masculinity of it all because it’s the 1950s and without being exposed to the normalization of kinks in hell, it would be so hard to break this brat down. Obviously not impossible, it’s Vox. But so much more irritating.

However, i’m hesitant to actually do a human au literally because of the silly picture I always put at the beginning. Because like I have such a specific image of what he looks like in my head (the @//notherpuppet human design) but… I don’t want to have to DM an artist and be like “Hey! love the art, can I use it for my dom reader power dynamic assistant x boss Vox x reader human au fic 😁😁😁🙏🙏” LIKE GANG I CANNOT.

Anyways, this wasn’t proofread, rant over, bimbo out.

[rachetmath]

Jaune the Strategist

Jaune: Um… General Ironwood? I have a question.

Ironwood: What is it Mr. Arc?

Jaune: Why not release the video footage of Tyrian killing a bunch of people?

Clover: Are you crazy? If we release such a video it cause panic in Mantle.

Jaune: I hear you. But... isn’t the Atlas military already being framed for countless murders?

Ironwood: Yes.

Jaune: And no one in Mantle is willing to follow protocol because they don’t trust us right?

Ironwood: Well... yes.

Jaune: Okay. So why not use this to our advantage?

Ruby: Explain.

Jaune: I mean come on. Seriously? We have proof. We have video display. And if this has been happening for a while then we have dead bodies that can hold our case.

Ironwood: Mr. Arc, I’m going to need you to further elaboration.

Jaune: What’s there to- Look, Tyrian has been killing people for a while, right?

Qrow: Yeah.

Jaune: We have video proof that he committed the massacre at Robin’s party. We could just report this and clear Penny’s name.

Ironwood: That is true.

Jaune: Plus with the few bodies Tyrian left behind, which I’m hoping your Atlas soldiers investigated completely. Like the time and location of death. As well as how they died. Basically if Tyrian left multiple victims, can’t we compare them to the other corpses from the party.

Ironwood: Huh.

Jaune: Not only that but Tyrian has a poisonous tail. Didn’t some of them have a hint poison consumed or at least small pick to their bodies.

Ironwood: Oh. That is something to consider.

Clover: Okay, but still doesn’t change the fact if we tell the people a killer is on the loose it will cause panic.

Jaune: True. But it could also make people listen. Think about it, they’re already being invaded by grimm everyday. And now they have killer amongest them. Wouldn’t that force them to reconsider they’re options?

Clover: … My… My Oum he could right.

Marrow: Okay but what about Robyn?

Jaune: Mantle’s Champion? Happy Huntresses? Are you serious? Do you honestly think she would not make a killer her top priority?

Marrow: Huh.

Jaune: I’m just saying, why are we keeping this under raps and quickly turning to Martial law?

Ironwood: Wow… anything else Mr.Arc

Jaune: Why frame Penny?

Ruby: She’s the Protector of Mantle.

Jaune: She also a robot. With a human soul. Who recorded everything! Who so far never got hacked? So why her specifically? If anything I would have got Penny out the way and framed one of the Ace-ops. Specifically Marrow. Hell why not frame Robyn herself?

Marrow: Whoa why me?

Jaune: You know why.

Blake: But tell us why.

Ironwood: Damn he’s right. That absolutely makes sense considering he’s a Faunus and recent member of the Ace ops.

Jaune: Exactly.

Blake: Are you two serious?!

Jaune: Blake think about how much conflict that would cause. A faunus in the Atlas military. An Ace operative killed and injured a bunch of innocent people. Humans and faunuses mind you. Not only would that cause division amongest the people of Mantle but the school and the soldiers.

Ironwood: He’s right. We have faunases who attend this school and are apart our units.

Jaune: It’ll be chaos. Racism and Hatred in the air. And with that much negativity the grimm attacks would be sky rocketing to the masses. Screw trying to get Amity Arena up we might as well have focused our time on containment. Hell that would been a better reason to initiate Martial law. Something I think Robyn would agree to. Considering Fiona is a faunus and her teammate.

Ironwood: So basically framing Penny was-

Jaune: A stupid idea? ABSO-FREAKEN-LUTLY!! Who ever made this plan had to be dumb as bricks.

Watts: *sneezes*

Jaune: I’m mean now I might as well ask this question. Has anyone ever disagreed with Penny’s creation?

Ironwood: I mean-… ... actually... yes we had a few people who disagreed.

Jaune: Also if you have a file for Tyrian, then what about Cinder, Emerald, Mercury or Hazel?

Ironwood: Why yes we---- Hold up. You all saw Hazel?

Jaune: Yeah.

Ironwood: And you survived?

Nora: Yes. Though with our tails between our legs. How do you know him?

Ironwood: How do you think I lost half of my body?

Jaune: Damn. And I thought Ren and Qrow had it worse. How powerful is he?

Ironwood: He crippled Ozpin.

Oscar: (And he said he stood a chance. He could’ve killed us both.)

Jaune: (We’ll most definitely need to jump him.) An-anyways, back on topic. So, who out all the other people were against the Penny project? Simply put who hates Pietro the most?

Ironwood: Well… there was Professor Watts.

Jaune: Professor Watts?

Ironwood: He was an inventor as well. He was even to soul creator of the Atlas robots you’re associated with. However he died in accident.

Jaune: How long ago?

Ironwood: Months ago?

Jaune: Okay now that’s weird.

Weiss: So what Jaune? He died.

Winter: Yes but I understand why Mr.Arc is suspicious. In Cinder’s file, after committing four first degree murders she disappeared.

Jaune: Then she suddenly appears back at Beacon with a way to hack the military.

Clover: Tyrian was captured but then escaped and he disappeared as well.

Qrow: Then he came out nowhere and tried to capture Ruby.

Ironwood: Hazel disappeared once too.

Oscar: And then I saw him on my way to Mistral.

Jaune: Is any of this making sense?

Ironwood: Yes. Clover I need you to follow up on some the victims of the previous crimes. And Winter I need you look into Watt’s case. Lets make sure he’s dead. If not we need evidence.

Winter: Yes sir.

Ironwood: Well, Mr. Arc it seem I underestimated your intelligence. I will not call in Martial law.

Jaune: No-no. Keep it in mind.

Nora: SAY WHAT?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE TRYING TO AVOID IT!!

Jaune: I am. But Robyn could still cause trouble for us down the road. We need to be ready when she could take things too far.

Nora: But-

Ironwood: It’s only if she continues to be an obstacle.

Nora: *silent*

Ironwood: Alright. Everyone back to work. Keep an eye out for Tyrian. And if you learn anything you report to me immediately.

Ace-ops: Yes sir.

Ren: Yes sir.

*JNPR Dorm Room*

Nora: Jaune, I can’t believe you sided with Ironwood.

Ren: Nora, it is a constitutions plan. It’s not going to happen.

Nora: I’m just saying the people of Mantle are already having a hard time.

Ren: I understand but-

Nora: But what? That getting Amity Arena up is more important than helping the people.

Ren: What about the world? What about all of Remnant?

Nora: How can help the world if we can’t help a country?!

Ren: We can’t always focus on the small things Nora. We need to consider the bigger picture.

Nora: So after all we’ve been through before you want to throw that away?

Ren That not what I’m saying. I-

Jaune: ENOUGH!!

Jaune: Please. Stop arguing.

Ren: Jaune, look I want to say-

Jaune: Stop. Sit. Both of you.

Nara and Ren: *sit separately from each other*

Jaune: Look, Nora, I understand. I know Mantle going through hard times. Due to the trading routes and transportation being limited, people are starting to struggle to get in and out of city. Stores and companies are closed so people are having trouble finding work. And without work, they can’t make money. And without money they can’t pay rent nor provide for their families. Basically majority of those people might as well not have homes soon.

Nora: Then you know why Martial law can’t happen. It will make things worse.

Jaune: Yes. That is why I would rather keep it as a last resort. However, with Mantle’s lack of funding and resources, I almost can’t blame Robyn for what’s she’s doing. However, two wrongs don’t make a right.

Nora: Hmm.

Ren: Well said Jaune.

Jaune: And you. Don’t think I’m openly siding with Ironwood. I only did that because I need everyone on the same page.

Ren: Jaune.

Jaune: At Beacon, Amber, Ozpin and Pyrrha died. Then the world got divide. Mistral, we almost died.

Nora: We survived.

Jaune: Through the skin of our teeth Nora! We got lucky! And Hazel, Emerald and Mercury stilled escaped!

Nora: *hates when he’s right*

Jaune: Now Tyrian is here. And even if my theory on Watts is correct, we still don’t know what they’re up to. Not to mention, we’re keeping secrets too. Especially, about Salem., who may have sent them here to retrieve the lamp. And worse, kill Oscar.

Nora and Ren: … … …

Jaune: Look… … Basically what I’m saying we need to be careful. We are no longer students. We are hunters. Every move we make could jeopardize what we are trying to accomplish. Even the people we trust could be a problem if we’re not careful.

Nora: So you don’t trust Ruby?

Jaune: Yeah. But keeping these secrets could get us in trouble, or most likely, have a gun to our heads. And Ironwood has plenty of them compared to us.

Ren: So what should we do?

Jaune: We do what we started this journey for. We search for answers.

[thetarttfuldickhead]

thinking about your roy whisperer jamie post. the lads telling jamie to go find out what roy's problem is because they "have a rapport" and jamie goes into the manager's office and just straight up asking "hey, what's your problem?" and roys like excuse the fuck out of me? and jamie's like "yeah, we have a rapport. so tell me what your problem is." and the lads in the background like ah. we have made a tactical error.

Aaaah, yes, I can totally see this happening, because Jamie is… well… blunt more often than not. He might well barge in there and just ask, bold as brass, and there’s no way the team can imagine this going well.

Only. I think it would. I mean, yes, it would likely piss Roy off, particularly the assertion that they have a report because fuck off Tartt we do not, but Roy also have this occasional tendency to suddenly just spill, so yeah, maybe that happens. Jamie asks, Roy is pissed but actually answers and the lads are all like… oh, okay, did not think that would work. (There’s a reason Jamie’s the Roy whisperer, no matter how many times Roy denies them having a rapport.) (It’s unclear if Roy answers because it’s Jamie or if he would have answered anyone on the team who had the guts to ask point-blank, but only Jamie would.)

Or maybe Roy rudely and at length tells Jamie to fuck right off and the team sighs and and groans and shakes their heads because that was a fucking bust and Roy’s even angrier now… only Jamie does not look like he thinks the mission was a failure. “Give it time, lads,” he says, as unconcerned as he is confident.

Because Jamie knows – as few other do – that if you just give Roy a little nudge to get him to start thinking, if you let him stew for a bit, and let him feel maybe a bit bad about lashing out at someone he cares for, he’ll eventually come around. He’ll growl and scowl and be abso-fucking-lutely unhappy about it, but later that evening or the next morning, whenever he and Jamie get together for whatever weird shit they’ve got going on at the moment, Roy eventually and without looking at Jamie and sounding like he maybe wants to die grits out what’s got him so wound up and twisted this time around.

(That said, I’m also amused with the image of Jamie coming back out from the office, and off the others’ stare just shrugs blithely. “Yeah, I fucked it. Made it worse. Training’s going to be hell, sorry about that I guess.”)

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: Negan yells at his wife and makes her upset but makes it up to her the best way he knows how.]

“Cilla, baby, I’m sorry for yelling. Can you just open the door so we can talk?”

Smut

Negan and Priscilla

Negan lately had been drinking much more often than usual. You knew he had a lot on his plate with the Saviors and running the sanctuary but you didn’t like it. Every night he would return to the room intoxicated, you hated the smell. It was getting late and you knew Negan would be walking in any minute and when he did you found him holding a bottle of liquor half empty in his hand.

“Jesus..” you whispered as you stood up.

“Negan again?”

He turned to you confused putting the bottle down as he began to take off his jacket.

“Again what?”

“You’re drunk, this is every night Negan, this isn’t like you” you looked at the bottle confused as he chuckled.

“It’s not funny” you looked back at him as he stared down at you with a smirk.

“Oh come on, baby” he walked towards you, gently caressing your face.

“You’re gonna tell me you don’t like me like this?”

“No, I don’t” you crossed your arms staring up at him, he was looking at you but didn’t seem to be actually listening. His hand brushed down the side of your face, his thumb sliding over your bottom lip.

“Tell me you love, baby” he almost slurred as his eyes met yours.

“Negan-“

“Just say it” he insisted.

“I love you, of course I do” you whispered, your words making him slowly grin. He leaned into kiss you before you gently pushed him back.

“I want you to stop this, I don’t like it”

“I’ll stop, baby” he responded quickly making you raise a brow at him.

“I promise” he stood with a straight face trying to show you he meant what he said.

“Cross my heart” his tone was soft, yet with a sleepy husky voice.

“So tomorrow, you can come back earlier? Spend more time with me?” You leaned into him as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Yes mam” his eyes danced before kissing you passionately.

The next day you looked through your clothes to see something different you could wear for your husband. After all it had been a while since you had spent sober time with him. As the day went on you grew excited to spend it with him like old times, a smile on your face all day especially as he walked into the room.

“Negan-“

“Baby” his face seemed disappointed throwing you off.

“What?”

“You’re gonna kill me”

“What is it, Negan?”

“Something came up tonight, it can’t wait, it has to do with the safety of the sanctuary, I won’t be back till late” his words making your heart sink. He instantly saw the sadness in your eyes.

“Oh-“ your voice cracked as he looked at you with guilt.

“I guess we can change it for the next night..right?” You laughed with disappointment in your eyes.

“Abso-fucking-lutely” he walked towards you taking your face in his hands and kissed you deeply on your lips, before kissing your forehead and walking out.

Negan left before he could stop himself. The guilt he felt knowing he was lying to you ate at him, he knew all you wanted was to spend time with him sober. Knowing you wouldn’t leave the room after a certain time Negan stayed at the cafeteria with Simon and opened a bottle quickly taking a chug. He figured once he’d get home you would be fast asleep and he would sober up before you noticed a thing.

Laying in bed reading a book you sighed throwing it on the nightstand. Disappointed in being so excited for the night you decided to do something different. What was the point in staying in bed being wide awake? Hell you didn’t even care that you still had a black lace lingere dress on. Throwing a light sweater over it you stepped outside and walked around the sanctuary getting some air. No one was really out but you could hear some laughter coming from the cafeteria and decided to check it out. Opening the doors you found Simon quickly turning your way with none other than Negan across from him, caught in the middle of laughter with a glass in his hand.

“Priscilla” Negan quickly stood up as you stared at him in shock.

“What are you doing out here?” His eyes dropping down to what you wearing.

“Dressed like that!?” He motioned to your dress walking towards you, practically wanting to cover you from Simons eyes.

“You’re kidding me right?” He could see the anger in you and didn’t know what to say.

“Don’t turn this on me” you squinted your eyes at him as he stepped closer.

“I’m not turning anything on you” his tone was defensive although you wished it was more apologetic.

“You seriously lied to me”

“I didn’t lie” he spoke calmly.

“Now you’re gaslighting me” you laughed.

“Priscilla god damn it! I needed a damn drink, do I have your permission?” The sarcasm in his tone, the way he yelled at you, you looked beside him as Simon quietly watched. Never had Negan spoken to you this way and he could see the disbelief in your eyes.

“So this is how you talk to your wife now?”

“May I have your permission, sweetheart?”

In silence you shrugged, he knew he had never spoken to you like this, he knew he hurt your feelings. Without saying a word you walked off angrily making him sign in defeat. He knew he couldn’t leave it like this.

“Priscilla” you could hear Negans voice close behind you as you walked faster towards the bedroom door.

“Hey!” He screamed louder just as you walked in and slammed the door shut in his face. Before he could even turn the knob you had already locked it.

“Open the damn door Priscilla!” He yelled angry trying to turn the knob.

“You can stay out and continue your drinking, Negan!” You yelled back making him slam his fist on the door in frustration.

“Open the door!” You remained silent, you had nothing else to say to him. He sighed taking a deep breath, he knew he was wrong.

“Cilla, baby, I’m sorry for yelling. Can you just open the door so we can talk?”

After a moment of silence you opened the door quickly turning your back to him walking to the bed.

“Let me explain,” he spoke calmly.

“Explain what? How you lied to me? How you even manipulated me to think you couldn’t spend time with me because it was something to keep us all safe-“ you began to laugh.

“You wouldn’t be able to protect this sanctuary constantly drunk the way you are!”

“I wouldn’t let a damn thing happen to you and you know that” he snapped back as you rolled your eyes.

“I know you’re pissed off, you have every right to be. I shouldn’t have lied to you, I shouldn’t have spoken to you the way I did.” You ignored him as you reached under the bed making him furrow his brows.

“What the hell are you doing?” He walked up behind you as you stood up opening a bottle of Jack Daniels.

“Where the hell did you get that?” He went to snatch the bottle from your hands but you moved too quickly. Opening the bottle you began to chug from it as fast as you could before he grabbed it.

“Woah Woah Woah-“ he pulled it away as you wiped your mouth.

“What? You’re the only one who gets to have fun?” He looked down at the bottle then at you, his eyes drifting down to what you were wearing.

“Oh you wanna have fun?” He looked at you with a smirk, throwing the bottle to the bed, he rushed towards you, lifting you up on top of the vanity behind you.

“No I’m not doing this with you now!” You tried to push him back and stand your ground but you both knew this was exactly what you wanted tonight. He began to kiss your neck holding your arms beside you.

“This isn’t fair-“ your tried to let loose.

“You always get your way!” He laughed in between kisses before letting your arm go and sneaking his hand between your thighs only to feel you never had any underwear on.

“Ahhh…would you look at that-“ he whispered against your ear feeling you go still.

“So is this what you usually wear out and about when daddy’s not around?” He lifted his head up to look directly at you. His hand still brushing up your inner thigh, teasing you before reaching your slit and sliding his finger up.

“These outfits are only meant for my eyes, do you understand that, sweetheart?” You began to breathe heavy as he moved his finger in a circular motion on your clit.

“Do you understand?” He repeated.

“Yes” you panted as moved his finger a little faster.

“Good girl” you struggled to hold yourself together, Negan knew all your weak spots.

“I’m still mad at you” you whispered making him raise a brow.

“What was that?” He unexpectedly slid his finger down feeling how soaked you were and pushed two inside you. You moaned slightly shocked with his move. He licked his bottom lip with a grin loving how much control he had over you in this moment.

“You’re still mad at me?” He began to unzip his pants far enough to where he could take his cock out, sliding his fingers out of you.

“Stop playing games-“ you placed your hand on Negans chest meaning to push him away but your body wanted him closer. What he was doing did feel good.

“Me? Playing games?” He chuckled before pressing the head of his cock against your entrance.

“Yes-yes you” you were barely able to speak.

“But you like those games, don’t you?” He thrusted forward in full force making you gasp and grab onto the collar of his leather jacket. The fullness of Negan making you roll your eyes back as he pushed you up against the mirror behind you. You moaned grabbing onto him tightly as he pushed against you hard and deep. Each thrust making the vanity slam into the wall harder as things fell off the dresser.

“Oh Negan..” you moaned as he panted in your ear. He didn’t say another word and let his movements do the talking, his lips kissing yours as you whimpered. He grunted louder with each thrust, his hand brushed up the back of your head grabbing a chunk of hair. Tugging at it he made you look up at him. His brows furrowed as your eyes connected with his before he quickly pulled out and came on your thigh.

“Fuck” he whispered out of breath as you watched him jerk himself off on you. Smearing his cum all over your inner thigh with his cock he was tempted to put it back in. He teased you on the corners of your pussy lips, looking at you waiting for you to stop him.

“We’re suppose to be careful” you whispered.

“What if I don’t wanna be” Negans response shocked you before kissing you gently. He was still hard and wanted more as did you. Wrapping your arms around him you pulled him close feeling him slide right back in. He continued as if he had never stopped the rest of the night making love with you.

[theamityelf]

You made a post a while back on the Hajime and Makoto being boyfriends and the reserve course students thinking Hajime is going to end up dead sooner or later but in he's also batshit crazy. PLEASE! I need to see more instances of this.

Also works for another post you did with Komahinaegi with Hajime being overly prepared. Imagine if one day Nagito's luck somehow caused a very complex machine to malfunction and everyone is running but Hajime just walks up and deactivate it with ease before it can do serious damage, everyone is confused asf and he's just like "Eh, another thursday." Or him coming in to save Makoto from life threatening situations and shrugging it off with his classmates thinking he's an Ultimate in disguise. Was it dangerous? Yes! Should no sane person attempt to do that? Nope! Would he do it again? Abso-fucking-lutely, no hesitation either!

Ah, thank you for this! Yeah, I love this dynamic for them.

My first thoughts, for this:

A fire or similar disaster befalls the main course building, necessitating an evacuation. Hajime sees that Makoto is missing from his class and runs into the building to find him. The entire school sees a reserve course student run into the flaming main course building and shortly trudge out carrying an injured luckster.

One of Makoto's (or one of his classmates') homework sheets blows away and winds up caught in one of Kazuichi's (unattended) machines. Makoto reaches into the machine to get it out, and his arm ends up stuck, and everyone is like "Oh no, don't move, if that machine does anything right now you might lose an arm. Where's Kazuichi?" Hajime is already pulling olive oil or some similar lubricant out of his backpack with one hand and calling Kazuichi with the other hand. "Kaz? No, shut up, it happened again; you need to get over here and make sure this thing is inactive, before we pull him out. Yes, now! My free period ends in a few minutes and Makoto might lose an arm!" Hangs up and promptly reassures Makoto, "You're not going to lose an arm."

Hajime sees any kind of commotion outside his classroom window and gets up, like, "I have to go." Comes back to class a few minutes later, saying (in the strictly Hinaegi scenario) "False alarm; it was the other one." In the Komahinaegi scenario, his classmates try to guess which of his boyfriends was the problem based on how exasperated he looks.

Hajime has developed an awareness of his surroundings such that he pretty consistently says "Duck," anytime a projectile flies in their vicinity. Makoto's reaction time has not improved quite as much, so about fifty percent of the time it goes like, "Duck." "...Huh?" Whack. Frisbee or ball to the head. Hajime promptly pulls any spare rag or shirt out of his backpack, wets it with his water bottle, and directs Makoto to hold it to his head while he walks him to the clinic. "I'm okay, really." "No, you're going to see Mikan." (Sakakura sends them both a dirty look as they enter the building, which Makoto misses but Hajime doesn't, sending him a dirty look back.) But since Makoto doesn't always duck in time, Hajime takes to just yanking him out of the way of things.

Hajime gets sick and has to spend the day in bed. Makoto visits his room in the morning, to bring him food from the cafeteria and tell him to get well soon, and Hajime hands him a folded note, like, "Give this to Kirigiri. It's her job to cover luck shenanigans today. This should be everything she needs to know." "She will be offended that you think she needs a note." "Give it to her anyway; I'm not taking any chances. And tell Kuwata to take the day off, throwing stuff."

Anytime Hajime is called to the clinic for Makoto, the first word out of his mouth is, "Shoelace?" In fact, he periodically texts Makoto "Shoelace" throughout the day, just in case.

He knows a lot about fire safety. "No, you don't use water on an electrical fire! You don't use that, either! Move over..."

Someone in Hajime's class: Ow, papercut. Who has band-aids? Multpile classmates: Hajime has band-aids.

[malice-ov-mercy]

Hedonist

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x fem!Reader

Content warnings: 18+!, implied cheating, fingering (more like rubbing)

This was a request from my lyric prompt list:

@concretenoah asked for #7

“I love the look on your face when I’m tempting you.”

A/N: This kinda got away from me, but I’m not complaining.

Word count: 649

Tag list: @circle-with-me

If you would like to be added, please let me know for who! If you tell me everyone/everything, just know that ALSO includes anything I may write for Will Ramos.

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“Noah, we can’t do this…”

Noah held her chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting her head so she could look at nothing but him. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. He reveled in the way she ogled him. He loved seeing how much her eyes betrayed her words. Her desire was clouding her logic.

“Hm,” he hummed, tugging her bottom lip. “Your face is telling me something else.”

He ghosted his lips over hers, her surprised gasp made his lips curve into a smug smirk. Noah made no move to kiss her, just simply teased her with the temptation. She was weak to him and they both knew it. Noah felt the tickle of her lashes against his cheek. He licked his lips with a smile—licking hers in the process. Noah pressed closer to her, sliding his knee between her legs. A small whine escaped her.

“You know,” Noah spoke against her mouth, then moved his lips to her ear. “You’re not subtle in the way you look at me.”

His hand rested at her waist. He felt her tense under him as he splayed his fingers over her stomach. Noah used his other hand to grab her chin again and force her to look at him. Her lips were parted and her eyes were glazed over with lust. The hand on her stomach kneaded delicately. Her breathing was heavy.

“If you want me to stop, push me away.” Noah whispered against her lips. “You have the control here, not me.”

“I—“

She grabbed his hand when he slid it lower towards her waistband. Noah stopped, but didn’t remove his hand. He watched her. He could almost see the gears turning in her head, hastily weighing her options and their consequences.

“Goddammit Noah,” she huffed, gripping his hand tight. “You’re fucking with my head.”

He couldn’t help his chuckle.

“Don’t blame me now.” Noah walked his fingers a little lower and stopped again. “You eyefuck me constantly.”

“I do no—“

“Oh yes you do.” He snapped back, his fingers now at the waistband of her leggings. “I’m giving you one last chance before I make this decision for you.”

Noah slipped his hand into her leggings.

“How wet are you, I wonder?”

He hummed delightedly, feeling the dampness through her panties. He pressed a finger to her clit and bit his lip with a smirk as her eyes closed with a deep, almost angry sigh.

“You’re so cute, acting like you don’t like me touching you.”

“Fuck you, Noah.”

“We’ll see if we get that far, though with that attitude you’ll be lucky to get a proper finger fuck.”

Noah continued to run a finger over her contained wetness. He wanted to plunge his fingers inside her so bad, but he liked the idea of rubbing her through her slick stained underwear more. He moved his fingers back over her clit and started lazily rubbing. She bit her lip to keep from moaning.

“You can push me away at any time.” He kissed the space just below her earlobe. “I won’t be upset, but you might be.”

Noah moved his fingers a little faster as she tried to work with him.

“There you go,” he praised, “Grind some more.”

She obeyed quickly, prompting Noah to pick up his pace. Her breathing started to falter. He watched the way her face contorted and twisted the closer she got. She came with a quiet curse. Noah rubbed her through it, coaxing her breathing along. He left his hand in her pants, gently petting his hand over her now very wet panties.

“Thank you for letting me make your choice for you.” He kissed her neck.

“I fucking hate you.” She said between breaths.

Noah chuckled then bit her throat.

“You absolutely don’t,” he bit her again. “But I’m down for a quick hate fuck if you are.”

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pietro maximoff and the filth alphabet please?

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Ooh, yes. Yes, I'd love to do this one for you, my dear sweet anon. I do love Pietro! Thank you for sending me this! I hope you enjoy!

(*) I do not have graphics made for Pietro yet, sadfaces.

Warnings;

Minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to this warning ; female reader with female parts -from birth, cum play, oral sex, praise kink, breeding kink, hosiery, sex positions, body fluids, dominance kink, toys, voyeurism, exhibitionism, size kink, body worship, biting/choking/marking, rough sex, collaring, period sex, dacryphilia, light bondage, food play,

Taglist;

@beardedbarba @hells--angel @krys-orion and @scoobiessnacks are the only people currently listed on my Marvel taglist. If you'd like to be on it, click the link at the top or let me know and I'll add you.

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

--- loves to bathe with you, will wash your hair and hold you against him. He can't keep his hands off of you and if he was rough with you, he's checking on you to make sure you're okay and you're not hurt or anything. He will carry you around if it hurts to move or you're sore too.

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

--- his answer would be the way the experiments gave him super speed and gave him a v.v jacked body, he loves how fit he is, tbh. He's a little cocky about it, not gonna lie.

--- thighs, lil bit of a tummy, tits and ass. LISTEN LISTEN.. this man loves a pair of thick thighs, he will happily suffocate when you ride his face, he absolutely fucking love it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

--- it's thick and there's a lot of it when he cums. He'll cum inside you and watch as it slowly drips out then he'll push it back in or fuck it back in (he shares this in common with a few others I've answered lol),

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

--- he doesn't really have any, he'll tell you whatever you want to know, all you have to do is ask.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

--- Oh, he's experienced. But he's not a pussy slayer or anything, he's still learning but damn is he good at retaining what he learns.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

--- Doggy style or missionary, esp with him on top. He loves to pin your hands or have one hand on them and the other on your hip because he loves to be in control.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

--- He can be goofy, but most of all, he's a sappy boi. He knows when to laugh and joke, but he's all about being romantic and serious 99 percent of the time. Unless it's angry fucking or jealous fucking, then he's definitely serious because he is PISSED and he's fucking into you with all his fury.

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

--- He's neatly groomed and always clean down there. But he won't shave it all off, he refuses because the hair drives him crazy as it grows back in and sometimes, he just doesn't think about it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

--- He's so intimate, oh my god. He's sweet talking you and praising you, worshipping every single part of your body, kissing, soft touches.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

--- loves to take vids of himself jacking off with a cum shot and the sound on and he sends these to you when he's away from you. He's got shit timing, btw, there have been so many times you've had to leave work or class (college) or something because he's sent one and you're flustered...

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

--- breeding, dacryphilia, hosiery/knee highs / thigh highs, rough sex, light bondage, dominance, masturbation, cum play, edging / orgasm control, d*ddy kink, collaring his SO, marking, spanking, sensory play, temperature play, food play, sex toys, voyeurism, exhibitionism, size kink, does not mind having sex when you're on your period at all,

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

--- In the bed, in private BUT... if the whim arises, he'll pretty much do it anywhere, within reason.

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

--- arguing, the outline of your breasts through a thin shirt, you wearing anything that belongs to him -esp his shirts, neck kisses, blow jobs, eating you out, sitting on his lap or thigh, playing with his neck, massages, lap dances, lingerie, knee high socks, licking your lips / anything to do with your mouth..

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

--- Sharing you, that's what he absolutely refuses to do.

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

--- This man will lick you clean and he will lay between your thighs for HOURS upon HOURS. He's fucking amazing at it too.. I mean his fingers are kind of fast enough to be a literal goddamn vibrator, so yeahhhh... Add his tongue to the party and he'll have you screaming his name, squirting -if you do that, and pulling his hair and eventually, you'll be pushing him away because the little shit just does not know when to stop and he will push you straight into overstim.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

--- Both. The answer is both. Fast and rough when it's angry/hate/jealous sex -when he's showing you exactly who owns your ass, slow and sensual and oh so loving when he's just trying to make love to you, he's very handsy and sweet -in a dominant kind of way, very soft!dom, this one is..

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

--- He's not turning down sex. Quickie, all nighter, he'll take it in any form, please and thanks.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

--- The only risk he'll take is semi public sex because the lil shit loves fucking you right up against a window or starting shit on a dance floor (with his hand up your skirt and inside your panties as he humps himself into you from behind )

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

--- JESUS.. so.. here's the thing.. Hydra's experiment essentially changed his genetic makeup, I mean.. It had to, right? So not only does he have high stamina, he doesn't need that much of a break in between rounds and as long as he can get it up, he's fucking you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

--- Edible underwear, strawberry or grape flavored. He doesn't own any toys but it's like I said, he will buy you edible underwear and use your toys on you to edge you for hours.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

--- He's loud as hell. Swearing, praising, saying the filthiest things in a growly voice against your skin. "Take it all, draga mea. Ah ah, swallow." <- will say stuff like that when he's getting head and usually, he's pulling your hair or fucking himself up into your mouth when he says it. The entire building knows both your names. If you're not being loud, it becomes his mission to make you loud, be warned.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

--- This motherfucker is needy and whiny, holy shit. Like, he will whine at you for sex / attention. But the caveat here is that he's only like this when you're both alone and he's behind closed doors. Any other time, he's more of the strong silent (silently teasing you like a little asshole, that is) type.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

--- Even before Hydra, Pietro was blessed? But since the experiments, it's thick -probably around the size of an energy drink can if I had to throw out a comparison, slightly above average length and veiny. Stands straight when he's turned on and completely hard.

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

--- It varies? Like, if he's not with someone / attracted to someone, he just kind of doesn't really think about it too much but the second this asshole gets himself attached to someone, sex becomes literally every third thought in his slutty brain.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

--- It takes him a while because he likes to lie there and hold you and play with your hair or kiss on you. This can be frustrating if you're dog-tired after it's all over -you probably will be, and he's keeping you awake just a little longer but it's soooo fucking sweet.

[windwheeler-aster]

the secret ingredient...

summary: what it’s like to bake in the kitchen with your loving partner.

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pairings (separate): ayato, ganyu, gorou, and heizou x reader

reader info: uses gender neutral pronouns (they/them), reader and characters mentioned are in an established relationship, and reader is not traveler

word count: 1,103 words (4 mins~)

genre: Modern AU, romance, fluff/domestic fluff

format: headcanons

warning: food mention (sugar, flour) 

a/n: tbh i don’t have much to say about these, i just wanted to write some headcanons💖 part two can be found here 💖

he loves baking with you

spending quality time with his darling partner and having some sweets after? perfect!

but he is so clueless at where to start

so he kinda just stands around in the kitchen, awkwardly🧍‍♂️

like, what is he supposed to do? 

no that’s a genuine question he’s never baked in his life—

of course he’s more than content to try to squeeze in some romance into your baking session

ayato giving you hugs from behind, resting his head on your shoulder as you mix the dry ingredients together

may or may not try to sneak a kiss on your neck and jawline... and totally act innocent afterwards

however the moment isn’t as romantic as ayato makes it out to be

he is this 🤏 close to being kicked out of the kitchen for being too distracting

he smirks at your little half hearted threats, and he playfully jokes that it’s not his fault that he’s so handsome bitch i swe—

ayato spends most of the time just leaning on the counter, watching in awe as you follow the recipe word for word

he honestly just thinks you look so cute like this, and ayato desperately wishes you two could stay in this moment forever

and then you’ll notice him staring at you, and of course you think some flour got onto your face

ayato only sees it as the perfect opportunity to strike

“hm? there’s nothing on your face, my love. i was simply just... admiring you, that’s all. oh wait— actually, there seems to be some sugar on your lips, let me get that for you.”

she is the best person to bake with, hands down

ganyu has a lovely kitchen at your disposal, alongside some matching aprons for you two (they’re very cute please wear them when you bake)

she’s actually very mess prone, especially when she bakes, so please 🙏 remind her to wear her apron 

or else she’ll be mixing the dry and wet ingredients and accidently get some of it on herself

but the apron only stops the mess from getting on her front

she has mixed some of the wet stuff together, got it on her knuckles somehow, and wiped it on her face... somehow 🤨

she’s adorable, but you’re suspicious she’s just doing this on purpose now

ganyu will not notice the goop on her face unless you point it out or get it for her

but beware! she will blush a lovely cherry red if you kiss/lick it away hun, please do not lick the cocogoat

and she’ll still blush if you just use your hand or a cloth to wipe it

but, outside of making a mess on herself, ganyu is super!!! frigging!!! efficient!!!

you just finished putting all the wet ingredients into that bowl? she’s already stashed them back

you think you’re all done when it’s in the oven? sorry, ganyu is already doing a clean-up of the kitchen

ganyu is super sweet though, and doesn’t want you to lift a finger

she’ll only let you do the work if you forcibly sit her down and tell her to relax... begrudgingly

“oh! hun, why we going to the living room? you want to take ov— what? no, you’ve already done so much today— you’re... sure? okay. try not to burn it, alright honey?”

gorou loves sweets... and he also loves you (equally, he swears!)

so it only makes sense for him to bake with you, staying away from any chocolate-related recipes of course

and throughout the whole process, from pulling out the ingredients to putting them away, he’s so happy and excited

gorou’s ears are twitching and pointed towards you, whether he likes it or not

and, yes, his tail is absolutely wagging around excitedly whenever you two bake

yes, it has knocked over containers that were on the edge of the counter and made a mess

yes, he feels bad 😔 please forgive him

at some point, he did knock some flour off the counter 

and some of it got onto your face, because of course now was the time gorou’s aim was straight and true

you both just share a knowing look 

before you take a pinch of flour and flick it over in his direction

it only escalated from there, leaving most of the kitchen’s countertops covered in flour

oh, and you both look like you came out of a winter wonderland. great.

but he is smiling so much by the end of it, gorou’s tail still wagging like there is no tomorrow

even though you’re still covered in flour, he still peppers your face with kisses as cuteness aggression just takes over his system

and of course, he promises to clean it all up afterwards! really, he does!

but gorou just wants to keep holding onto you for now🥰

“sorry, honey, ‘guess i got carried away with it, huh? ha, no matter, we had fun right? and we’ll have some lovely cookies too... wait... are they still— crap! i think i just smelt smoke, hold on!”

he’s... he’s not the best baker

mostly because the amount of time and ingredients that heizou had was always limited

but hey, box mix for the win 👊

plus, he has his lovely, lovely, lovely, partner to help him read the instructions on the box!

or to make a recipe from scratch... that too

and while you’re doing everything, heizou loves to tease watch you

it’s honestly not his fault that you look so cute, as always, so can you really blame him? (spoiler: you cannot, it’s heizou c’mon)

while you’re busy whisking and beating the ingredients together, heizou leans on the counter with a goofy smile on his face

when you catch him, heizou is not ashamed to let you know how distractingly-cute you were being right now

but then you see the way he eyes the batter... the batter with raw egg in it, heizou. c’mon🤦‍♂️

don’t leave the bowl alone with heizou 

by the time you’re back, there’ll be some batter on his lips that he’s still licking away

however, there is one way to get him away from the raw egg! (heizou, beloved, this is for your own good i sw—)

if you give him a few kisses in exchange for whatever ingredients you need heizou to pass you, he’s distracted for sure

“alright, the flour and baking soda... and the sugar for my sugar. hey don’t roll your eyes at me! you know you like it when i’m cheesy, don’t lie. say, sweetheart, you don’t think i could lick the spoo— oh, right, the salt!”

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I want to imagine for a moment what was going through Nick and Charlie's heads when they share their first kiss. The build up had to be incredible. The tension caused by their attraction a palpable and electric thing.

Charlie's inner thoughts.

Nick's inner thoughts.

Charlie, feeling hopelessly lost and all in his feelings for Nick, thinking, I can do this. I can be his supportive friend. I mean, he's my best friend. This is what best friends do right? They talk about their crushes and support each other. It's fine if he doesn't have a clue what he does to me. I can't tell him or he won't be so casual about his touches…maybe that would be a good thing? No, no, I'm not ready to give up Nick hugs or the way he grabs my hands sometimes. No. Charlie, keep your feelings to yourself. Deep breath, be his friend.

Meanwhile, Nick is sitting next to him in full panic mode.

Come on, Nick. You can do this. Just look at him and say, Hey Charlie, guess what? I think I might like boys too or at least one boy. God that's awful! I can't say that. Plus it's not the same, is it?. I don't like all boys like this, just one very particular boy. Right? God, he's so close to me I can smell his shampoo. It would be totally weird if I just sniffed him wouldn't it?

And then Charlie asks, "Was Harry being serious? Do you have a crush on Tara?"

Nick, scrambling mentally, What is he even talking about! How could he think…

"No! No. Definitely not!" That was too aggressive wasn't it!?! Too strong of a response. Oh God! Look at him looking at me. How could I not want to kiss him? Oh…kiss him. Do I want to kiss him? Complete and total yes. I might burst into flames if I don't.

Charlie glances away, feeling shy from the strength of Nick's no and the intensity his gaze. You're his friend, he is straight. He's always intense, so fucking sincere it hurts to look at him sometimes. Jesus Charlie. Get a grip. Does he know what that look is doing to me? Does he know how soft and huggable he looks right now? Does he know…

Charlie: "So… you don't have a crush on anyone at the moment?" Am I a glutton for punishment!? Apparently I need to hear Nick Nelson tell me in person that he's straight. I am pathetic.

If only he knew! "Well…I didn't say that." Was that too obvious! God! I should have Googled…how to tell your best mate that you are attracted to him…he gets it now, right? He's going to ask and I'm going to tell him and…

Fuck. It's got to be that Imogen girl then, right? Or it could be some other supremely gorgeous girl. My chest aches. Suck it up, Charlie, you knew this would happen. This is what comes of falling for a straight boy who also happens to be the best friend ever. Fuck! Don't cry!?! I am such an idiot! "Oh…um…What's she like then?"

He! What's he like?!? He's well, he's you Charlie. I'm going to just tell him. "You're just going to assume they're a she?" Hah! It's you, Charlie! You're amazing Charlie! Oh no. He looks shocked. I'm a bit shocked myself! Oh God! What if he doesn't feel like that towards me! What if he just wants us to be friends! If I keep looking at him, he's going to know, but I can't look away. He's just so incredibly beautiful. So soft and lovely and brave and amazing.

*Gay Panic* WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK DID HE JUST SAY!?! What did he just say!?! Did he just imply that his crush might not be a girl! I have to know. I have to ask! "Are they...are they not a girl?" Gaghshjdiej!!! No…Don't look away! Just tell me Nick! Don't you see what you're doing to me!?!

Stop staring at his lips. Focus! Say it! It's you, Charlie. It's you. You. Just say something! *Gay panic* "Um…" Fuck!

No, wait. I can do this! I can say it! I can't. I'm a fucking coward. Come on, Nick! If you want something you have to fight for it! Do we want this?

Yes, we abso-fucking-lutely-do!

I think I made him nervous….Christ Charlie! Coming out is terrifying. Of course he's nervous! Don't make it worse! Ask an easier question. Put your feelings on hold and reassure him! Calmly now, "Would you go out with someone who wasn't a girl?" Brilliant you twat! Because that's an easier question!

Look at him and say yes, you! Do it! (Turns to look at Charlie. Panics Forgets how to breathe.) "I don't know…" Take a breath you moron. Another one. Now tell him. Yes, if it's you, Charlie. I'd go out with a boy if it's you. I think. "Maybe...?"

Way to go, Nelson! You're a fucking idiot. Just use your words, mate! Shit! He looks…sad?…Distraught? He's looking away. Fuck! I blew it. This isn't fucking hard Nick! Right!?! I'm only trying to tell my best friend that I think I'm half in love with him!

That was an intense look wasn't it? I'm not imagining things. He was looking at me with…need? Maybe he's still unsure of his sexuality. Let's push the boundaries a bit. (Shifts closer. ) Deep breath, I'm shaking. I can do this, you can do this Charlie. (Lays hand near Nick's.) I can feel the heat of his hand it's so near mine. I can feel his heat and hear his erratic breathing. He's so close. (Closes his eyes.) God, I want to kiss him. Please…Let this work. "Would you kiss someone who wasn't a girl?"

Uhh! His voice! How can it be hoarse and soft at the same time!?! I have freaking goosbumps. Goosebumps! Only Charlie tangles me up like this. Would I kiss someone else who wasn't a girl? "I don't know."

Crap! That's not what I meant. I meant..No! Because it's you! It's all you! Ask me if I like you! Ask me if it's you. Ask me if you're what's different and special. Can't you see it in my eyes!

Be brave Charlie. Just give him a little nudge. See how reacts to the contact.

Can't you tell that it's you!?! I'm going tell him….(Charlie touches his pinkie to Nick's and Nick's brain short circuts. His breath hitches and his heart swan dives right off the deep end. His stomach clenched with equal parts nervous butterflies and excitement like he's never known.) Charlie's initiating contact! He never touches me first! Holy…fuck.

He's not pulling away…that's good, right? Oh. My. That's quite the look. Nick… Do you know what that look does to my heart? Does he have any idea…I have to know if he means what I think that look is saying.

Jesus, looking at Charlie is like looking at the world. The whole great big, beautiful, crazy world is right there in his beautiful eyes.

Here we go. It's now or never. The next moment will change everything. Be brave Charlie. I can do this. "Would you kiss me?" Oh no…Don't look away. He looked away. (Turning his head to stare at their pinkies, which are still touching.) I'm an idiot. Of course the answer is nnn…Is that him? Is that no…is he…did his pinkie,…is he touching me more…Oh My God! He is! (Charlie's brain short circuts.)

Those sparks. It's like there are sparks under my skin. Every part of me lighting up. I'm one giant fuse to a firework of feelings and life that only came awake because of this beautiful boy. Looking at him, being with him, touching him…it's like I'm breathing for the first time. It's like finally being alive. He is so beautiful. Evey. Single. Piece. Of. Him. Would I kiss him? Yes. Yes, I would. "Yeah." Really articulate Nelson! But honestly, I'm so overwhelmed with all that I feel, right now, this moment, for him, I'm lucky I could talk at all and not just nod like an idiot. We srere going to kiss now aren't we…we have to…I don't think I can keep breathing unless I know if his lips are really as soft as they look. Does he takes as good as he smells? Do I lean in? Am I supposed to initiate? I've only kissed one other person and I was 13! (His frantic brain quiets with one thought.) Charlie! Charlie will take care of it. I just have to trust Charlie. And I do, I trust him. And I need him to kiss me, just him. Just you, Charlie.

He. Fucking. Said. YES!! Slowly Charlie. Be cool. Don't freak out! This is his first kiss, with a boy. This is OUR fucking first kiss! And he's scared, but maybe excited too, I think…

I'll just, move slowly. Give him time to change his mind. Please don't change your mind! I think I might die if I don't get to kiss you. I need to kiss you, like I need air, like I need food or water. I need you. Just you, Nick.

And then, they kiss.

And it's everything!

And not enough. Not nearly enough.

So they kiss again.

❤Let me know if you want more.❤

@jason-pd you asked, so I wanted to make sure you saw it. I hope you like it.

I want to imagine for a moment what was going through Nick and Charlie's heads when they share their first kiss. The build up had to be incredible. The tension caused by their attraction, a palpable and electric thing.

Charlie, feeling hopelessly lost and all in his feelings for Nick, thinking, (Charlie's inner thoughts: I can do this. I can be his supportive friend. I mean, he's my best friend. This is what best friends do right? They talk about their crushes and support each other. It's fine if he doesn't have a clue what he does to me. I can't tell him or he won't be so casual about his touches…maybe that would be a good thing? No, no, I'm not ready to give up Nick hugs or the way he grabs my hands sometimes. No. Charlie, keep your feelings to yourself. Deep breath, be his friend.)

Meanwhile, Nick is sitting next to him in full panic mode.

(Nick's inner thoughts: Come on, Nick. You can do this. Just look at him and say, Hey Charlie, guess what? I think I might like boys too or at least one boy. God that's awful! I can't say that. Plus it's not the same, is it?. I don't like all boys like this, just one very particular boy. Right? God, he's so close to me I can smell his shampoo. It would be totally weird if I just sniffed him wouldn't it?)

And then Charlie asks, "Was Harry being serious? Do you have a crush on Tara?"

Nick, scrambling mentally, What is he even talking about! How could he think…

Nick: "No! No. Definitely not!"

(Nick's inner thoughts: That was too aggressive wasn't it!?! Too strong of a response. Oh God! Look at him looking at me. How could I not want to kiss him? Oh…kiss him. Do I want to kiss him? Complete and total yes. I might burst into flames if I don't.)

Charlie glances away, feeling shy from the strength of Nick's no and the intensity of his gaze. (Charlie's inner thoughts: You're his friend, he is straight. He's always intense, so fucking sincere it hurts to look at him sometimes. Jesus Charlie. Get a grip.)

( Nick's inner thoughts: Does he know what that look is doing to me? Does he know how soft and huggable he looks right now? Does he know…)

Charlie: So… you don't have a crush on anyone at the moment? (Charlie's inner thoughts: Am I a glutton for punishment!? Apparently I need to hear Nick Nelson tell me in person that he's straight. I am pathetic.)

(Nick's inner thoughts: If only he knew!) Nick: "Well…I didn't say that."

(Nick's inner thoughts: Was that too obvious! God! I should have Googled…how to tell your best mate that you are attracted to him…he gets it now, right? He's going to ask and I'm going to tell him and…)

(Charlie's inner thoughts: Fuck. It's got to be that Imogen girl then, right? Or it could be some other supremely gorgeous girl. My chest aches. Suck it up, Charlie, you knew this would happen. This is what comes of falling for a straight boy who also happens to be the best friend ever. Fuck! Don't cry!?! I am such an idiot!) Charlie: "Oh…um…What's she like then?"

(Nick's inner thoughts: He! He's well, he's you Charlie. I'm going to just tell him.)

Nick: "You're just going to assume they're a she?"

(Nick's inner thoughts: Hah! It's you, Charlie! You're amazing Charlie!

Oh no. He looks shocked. I'm a bit shocked myself! Oh God! What if he doesn't feel like that towards me! What if he just wants us to be friends! If I keep looking at him, he's going to know, but I can't look away. He's just so incredibly beautiful. So soft and lovely and brave and amazing.)

(Charlie's inner thoughts. *Gay Panic* WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK DID HE JUST SAY!?! What did he just say!?! Did he just imply that his crush might not be a girl! I have to know. I have to ask!)

Charlie: "Are they...are they not a girl?" (Charlie's inner thoughts: Gaghshjdiej!!! No…Don't look away! Just tell me Nick! Don't you see what you're doing to me!?!)

(Nick's inner thoughts: Stop staring at his lips. Focus! Say it! It's you, Charlie. It's you. You. Say something! *Gay panic* Nick: "Um…"

(Nick's inner thoughts: Fuck! No, wait. I can do this! I can say it! I can't. I'm a fucking coward. Come on, Nick! If you want something you have to fight for it! Do we want this? Yes, we abso-fucking-lutely-do!)

(Charlie's inner thoughts: I think I made him nervous….Christ Charlie! Coming out is terrifying. Of course he's nervous! Don't make it worse! Ask an easier question. Put your feelings on hold and reassure him! Calmly now,) Charlie: "Would you go out with someone who wasn't a girl?"

(Charlie's inner thoughts: Brilliant you twat! Because that's an easier question!)

(Nick's inner thoughts: Look at him and say yes, you! Do it! (Turns to look at Charlie. Panics Forgets how to breathe.)) Nick: "I don't know…"

(Nick's inner thoughts: Take a breath you moron. Another one. Now tell him. Yes, if it's you, Charlie. I'd go out with a boy if it's you. I think.)

Nick: "Maybe...?"

(Nick's inner thoughts: Way to go, Nelson! You're a fucking idiot. Just use your words, mate! Shit! He looks…sad? …Distraught? He's looking away. Fuck! I blew it. This isn't fucking hard Nick! Right!?! I'm only trying to tell my best friend that I think I'm half in love with him!)

(Charlie's inner thoughts: That was an intense look wasn't it? I'm not imagining things. He was looking at me with…need? Maybe he's still unsure of his sexuality. Let's push the boundaries a bit. (Shifts closer.) Deep breath, I'm shaking. I can do this, you can do this Charlie. (Lays hand near Nick's.) I can feel the heat of his hand it's so near mine. I can feel his heat and hear his erratic breathing. He's so close. (Closes his eyes.) God, I want to kiss him. Please…Let this work.) Charlie: "Would you kiss someone who wasn't a girl?"

(Nick's inner thoughts.Uh! His voice! How can it be hoarse and soft at the same time!?! I have goosebumps. Goosebumps! Only Charlie tangles me up like this. Would I kiss someone else who wasn't a girl?) Nick: "I don't know."

(Nick's inner thoughts: Crap! That's not what I meant. I meant..No! Because it's you! It's all you! Ask me if I like you! Ask me if it's you. Ask me if you're what's different and special. Can't you see it in my eyes!)

(Charlie's inner thoughts: Be brave Charlie. Just give him a little nudge. See how he reacts to the contact.) (Nick's inner thoughts: Can't you tell that it's you!?! I'm going to tell him….(Charlie touches his pinkie to Nick's and Nick's brain short circuits. His breath hitches and his heart swan dives right off the deep end. His stomach clenched with equal parts nervous butterflies and excitement like he's never known.) Charlie's initiating contact! He never touches me first! Holy…fuck.)

(Charlie's inner thoughts: He's not pulling away…that's good, right? Oh. My. That's quite the look. Nick… Do you know what that look does to my heart? Does he have any idea…I have to know if he means what I think that look is saying.) (Nick's inner thoughts: Looking at him is like looking at the world. The whole great big, beautiful, crazy world is right there in his eyes.)

(Charlie's inner thoughts: Here we go. It's now or never. The next moment will change everything. Be brave Charlie. I can do this.)

Charlie: "Would you kiss me?"

(Charlie's inner thoughts: Oh no…Don't look away. He looked away. (Turning his head to stare at their pinkies, which are still touching.) I'm an idiot. Of course the answer is nnn…Is that him? Is that no…is he…did his pinkie,…is he touching me more…Oh My God! He is! (Charlie's brain short circuits.))

(Nick's inner thoughts: Those sparks. It's like there are sparks under my skin. Every part of me is lighting up. I'm one giant fuse to a firework of feelings and life that only came awake because of this beautiful boy. Looking at him, being with him, touching him…it's like I'm breathing for the first time. It's like finally being alive. He is so beautiful. Evey. Single. Piece. Of. Him. Would I kiss him? Yes. Yes, I would.)

Nick: "Yeah."

(Nick's inner thoughts: Really articulate Nelson! But honestly, I'm so overwhelmed with all that I feel, right now, this moment, for him, I'm lucky I could talk at all and not just nod like an idiot. We're going to kiss aren't we…we have to…I don't think I can keep breathing unless I know if his lips are really as soft as they look. Does he taste as good as he smells? Do I lean in? Am I supposed to initiate? I've only kissed one other person and I was 13! (His frantic brain quiets with one thought.)Charlie! Charlie will take care of it. I just have to trust Charlie. And I do, I trust him. And I need him to kiss me, just him. Just you, Charlie.)

(Charlie's inner thoughts: He. Fucking. Said. YES!! Slowly Charlie. Be cool. Don't freak out! This is his first kiss, with a boy.

This is OUR fucking first kiss!

And he's scared, but excited, I think…

I'll just move slowly. Give him time to change his mind. Please don't change your mind! I think I might die if I don't get to kiss you. I need to kiss you, like I need air, like I need food or water. I need you. Just you, Nick.)

And then, they kiss.

And it's everything!

And not enough. Not nearly enough.

So they kiss again.

[thrawns-babygirl]

Discomfort (Crosshair x GN!Reader)

Should I be working through my asks? Yes. Do I just really want to give Crosshair head? Also yes. Is Medic!Reader my favourite Crosshair trope? 100% yes. So have this self indulgent smut that I tried to add plot to

Also wanted to practice GN stuff so let me know how it goes. Also if it's not obvious the author is not a doctor and will never be one so please don't judge that part too harshly lmao.

Rating: E

Summary: Crosshair comes home from a mission injured and comes to see you after hours

Warnings: Oral M!Receiving (yes 2k words and that is literally it lmao)

Word Count: 2231

Masterlist

Did I write my longest fic yet just to give Cross some sloppy toppy? Abso-fucking-lutely. And I regret NOTHING

It was late when the Batch arrived back on Kamino, a ping on your comm failing to wake you from your heavy slumber. It had been a rather hectic day after all. Although you were officially the medic assigned to Clone Force 99, while they were off world you earned your keep looking after other squads who had gotten injuries while training or taking care of groups of clones that had to return to Kamino for medical emergencies. Which in the past few rotations was a lot of clones.

You were however roused from your slumber when your door chimed indicating a visitor. Grumbling to yourself and pulling on some loose fatigue pants and a tank top you shuffle over to the door of your modest quarters prepared to give your unwelcomed guest a piece of your mind.

Hitting the door panel, the door whooshed open to reveal Hunter and Crosshair, the former looking tired and apologetic with the weight of the latter slung over his shoulder.

“Sorry to bug you so late doc, but the long necks over in medical told us to come to you if it wasn’t life threatening, something about being over capacity at the moment” Hunter explained gesturing to the taller man next to him.

“I’m fine Hunter” Crosshair grit out, but you didn’t miss the slight wince as he tried to put pressure on his right leg.

All previous grouchiness leaving you as you took in the sight of an irate and obviously in pain Crosshair leaning against his brother. They both looked exhausted and given that it’s been a good number of rotations since you’ve seen them, you’re not surprised they look a little worse for wear.

Smiling softly, you move out of the doorway and gesture for them to come in. Hunter deposits a grumbling crosshair into one of the chairs in the corner of your room that seldom saw use. It’s not like you got too many visitors.

“I didn’t realise you were back home” you say as you head over to your cabinet to grab your supplies, given that he was still walking, you didn’t think there was too many problems with the sniper, but better to be safe than sorry.

“We only just got back, Tech tried to comm you, and when you didn’t reply we went to your bay in Medical only to be told to Kriff off basically by the regs there who-” Hunter attempted and failed to stifle a yawn “-seemed to have their hands full”.

“Go back to the barracks sarge, I’ll patch up Mr. Talkative over there and send him back over when we’re done” You smile as Hunter gives you a relieved look and nods at Crosshair “Behave yourself” he says as he heads towards the door leaving you alone with the sniper, who has yet to say a word to you.

“So Cross, what’s the problem?” You ask as you haul the remarkably taller man over your shoulder and guide him towards your bed to lie him down and you can begin examining what appears to be his right ankle if his limp is any descriptor.

“Meddling team mates and an annoying doctor who won’t let me go to sleep” he bites back slipping a toothpick into his mouth as he lies back on the bed that you were occupying not even ten minutes ago.

“Oh, a comedian now huh? Well, the jokes on you because the sooner you tell me what’s actually happening then the sooner I’ll be out of your hair and you can actually get some sleep. Just like your brothers are probably doing right now. So, I’ll ask again smart-ass, what’s wrong?” you slide on some latex gloves and begin reaching over his lithe legs to remove his boots and the hard plastoid of the lower half of his armour.

“Right ankle. Rolled it wrong retreating from the seppie’s base at the end of our last mission. Tech checked it over and said nothing was broken and to get you to look at it when we got back. Here I am.” He finally answers.

“See? Was that so hard? I know you’re tired but this whole process goes by a lot faster when you cooperate” giving him a small yet genuine smile, you start rotating the ankle, applying small amounts of pressure to see where it hurts the most and taking mental notes as you go. His replies are short and clipped the entire time, even as you dropped the snarky façade you usually had when dealing with this specific clone in favour of your usual bedside manner.

You slowly place his leg back down onto the bed, grabbing some supplies from the box beside you before inputting your findings into your data-pad.

“You’re especially talkative tonight. Credit for your thoughts?” this was your olive branch. Any time the two of you were together you would banter, bicker and generally be a headache for whoever was unfortunate enough to be in your presence, usually his brothers.

He remains silent, avoiding eye contact and facing the wall towards the other side of the room. The smell of you was invading his senses as he laid his head back on your pillows and making his resolve crumble. You were always so willing to play his games, always willing to bite when he would bait you into the sort of banter that gave Hunter a headache and made the others worry you actually hated each other. But you didn’t hate him, you both knew that.  

He wished you would just hate him like everyone else. He wished you would have just turned him away to deal with the pain until you were actually on duty tomorrow instead of inviting him into your room, lying him on your bed as you looked over him in nothing but loose sweats and a thin tank top. He never saw you outside of your uniform and he wasn’t prepared for his body’s reaction to the sight of your skin, his blood rushing south. He was only hoping this would be over as soon as possible and that you wouldn’t notice his slowly growing arousal.

“-if that’s alright?” Crosshair is shaken from his stupor as he realises, you’re talking to him.

“What?” he asks eloquently dragging his eyes over to you.

“I won’t be able to fully examine your ankle through your blacks, they are compression suits after all so I can’t exactly roll them up your leg without possibly exacerbating whatever’s wrong. I’ll need you to strip from the waist down so I can see the full extent of the bruising and check the scope of the swelling to make sure there are no torn ligaments or anything like that. It shouldn’t take too long” you give him a tired smile, your words free from any of the venom they usually have when you address one another.

“Now doc, if you wanted me alone and naked in your room you just had to ask” he smirks over at you. Trying to stall for time and will his semi hard cock to go down.

You roll your eyes, but you are acutely aware of the blush that has bloomed over your face. You can’t say you’ve never thought about it, that would be a huge lie. You’ve thought about it a lot. You were thinking about it as you went to sleep a few hours before being awoken by the object of your desires standing in the doorway to your quarters. But you were a doctor, and he was your patient, now was not the time to be having such inappropriate thoughts, now was the time to bury those feelings deeper than you usually would and just do your job.

“Oh? Alright then, pants off di’kut” you bite back, hoping that your snark covers up how you’re genuinely curious about what he’s hiding under his blacks. Looking up from your data-pad, you notice he’s blushing, Avoiding eye contact with you again.

You’re taken aback, even when your banter turns flirty, you’ve never seen the man in front of you blush, let alone seem embarrassed as he does now. Clearing his throat, he shifts on the bed, lifting his hips slightly to slide his blacks down. You’re about to tell him that if he’s uncomfortable he doesn’t need to undress in front of you, but the words catch in your throat as your eyes are drawn to the source of his discomfort.

He’s huge, long, thick and impossibly hard, the sight makes your mouth water and clears every professional thought from your head. You shake your head and attempt to get back into your ‘doctor’ headspace but its impossible to drag your eyes away from his length. Finally looking down to his ankle you begin to poke and prod and ask questions.

You determine that there is no severe damage and finally swallow your pride and meet his gaze again. His near permanent scowl is replaced with a smug smirk as he takes in your flustered expression.

“See something you like doc?” he all but purrs at you and your face feels like its on fire.

“Y-yes well there doesn’t appear to be anything that will require urgent medical attention, some bacta and a bandage as well as two or three days of rest will be all you need” your eyes burn into his, refusing to travel any lower as you remove your gloves.

“I don’t know about that doc… I can think of something else I might need. I do have some other areas of… discomfort” he’s teasing you now, happy to finally have the upper hand again.

You swallow, your mouth suddenly dry as you refuse to break eye contact with him.

“And- uh- how would you like me to help with that… discomfort, trooper?” your words are just above a whisper as your common sense loses out to your desire and your gaze return to his throbbing length, you notice a bit of precum has gathered at the tip and you want nothing more than to lean down and taste it.

Kark it. You two have been dancing around this for too long and professionalism is overrated anyway.

“You’re the doctor, you’re the one who should know what the patient nee- Ah” you cut him off by licking a line from the base of his cock to the tip, swirling your tongue along the tip to gather the beaded precum that has gathered over the course of your examination. He lets out a hiss, teeth clenching down on the toothpick in his mouth as the feeling of your warm mouth engulfs him.

He was just teasing, he didn’t think either of you would actually take that final step and he’s thrown off guard. You sense you have the advantage over him now and suck hard, running your tongue along the veins on the underside of his cock.

“Kriff doc, just like that- karking perfect” he grunts out above you. He’s panting now, his voice has lost its teasing edge and his hips are slowly rising to shove himself further into your warm mouth. You bring your hand around to stroke the part of him that you can’t fit into your throat.

He moves one of his hands to the back of your head, forcing you further onto his length and causing you to gag slightly. He lets out a sinful groan at the sound of you gagging on his cock, it sends jolts of electricity down his spine pushing him closer to the edge faster than he anticipated.

The sounds he’s making are downright addictive, causing you to double your efforts. Right now, you decide, you are going to give this man the best head of his life. Saliva runs out of your mouth down his shaft and onto his balls as you gag and moan around him. His heavy pants and soft slurping sounds are the only things that can be heard in your room as you bring him closer and closer to the edge.

The hand that’s not wrapped around his shaft moves down to his balls, moving and fondling them before your mouth leaves his length and you run your tongue along his balls, pumping him as you take one and then the other into your mouth sucking them lightly, savouring the strangled groans that he tries and fails to stifle.

“Kark- doc- I’m gonna-” you take him as deep in your throat as you can, swallowing around him as his hand tangles in your hair and holds you there as he spills down your throat, emptying himself into your welcoming mouth, hips thrusting up of their own accord.

You release his cock with a ‘pop’ and move to look up at him. He looks utterly ruined. Wide eyes, blown pupils and heaving chest stripping away all his prior cockiness. His mouth hangs open slightly, toothpick threatening to fall from its current position perched precariously on his bottom lip as he stares at you.

You apply some bacta patches, a bandage and hand him his previously discarded pants. You input some information into your data-pad before turning back to him.

“Well, if that’s everything I recommend returning to your barracks for a good night’s rest trooper. If any further… discomfort arises you know where to find me” you wink down at him.

@where-is-my-mind-tho

@starborncyare

[munson-blurbs]

I Know What I Want (Eddie x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: smut central here, minors DNI. Lil bit of juvenile delinquency. Language, some angst, oral (f receiving), piv. Eddie’s a lil bit of a sub here.

WC: 1.6k

Graduation is tomorrow, and you have just one thing left to do: have sex with Eddie “The Freak” Munson.

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It was actually Eddie’s idea to make a graduation bucket list. Now that he was actually graduating, of course, he wanted to cause as much trouble beforehand as possible. So far, he’d spray painted a pentagram on O’Donnell’s car and superglued Click’s papers to her desk. His final mission was to flip off Principal Higgins just as he grabbed his diploma.

“Higgins is gonna flip a shit!” he’d said almost giddily. 

Your own graduation bucket list had been less scandalous for the most part. The most delinquent thing you’d done was hide a math test answer key so your teacher had to calculate everything by hand again. Meanwhile, Eddie was trying to find the best way to start a food fight.

He’s scanning the cafeteria, bowl of mashed potatoes in hand, ready to aim for Jason Carver’s stupid head. You pulled him back into his seat.

“Eddie, what are you doing?”

“Come on, Y/N. Don’t be such a party pooper!” he whines.

You sigh impatiently. “You’re going to get caught, especially if you start with Carver. Hell, even if it wasn’t you, Carver would say it was.”

Eddie laughs. “You think they’d really suspend me on the last day of school?”

“No, but they can stop you from walking at graduation, and I am not sitting through that boring-ass ceremony alone.”

He rolls his eyes but put the mashed potatoes down. “Fine,” he mutters. He’s even hotter when he was frustrated, his brows knitting together and his lips coming together in a pout. He wrings his ring-clad hands, strong and calloused from playing guitar. You would do anything, anything, to have those hands wrapped around your pretty little throat. 

Which brought you to the final item on your graduation bucket list: sex with Eddie Munson in the back of his van. On school property. Potentially wrecking years of friendship.

“I have an idea,” you say quickly before you can lose your nerve. He looks up at you expectantly. “Let’s have lunch in your van.”

“In my van?” he repeats. “Why would we do that?”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Less talking, more walking, Munson. You got your keys?”

He pats his right pocket. “Yes, ma’am.”

Without thinking, you grab his hand in your own and lead him to the parking lot. Someone wolf whistles and you feel pink seeping into your cheeks, but you push forward.

“So, tell me why you wanna eat out here instead of in the cafeteria?” Eddie questions. You contemplate coming up with some lame excuse about needing fresh air, but you shake it away. You’re not backing down.

“I don’t,” you state. “I want to have sex with you in your van.” You cross your arms over your chest, slightly pushing up your breasts. 

Eddie takes a step back and lets out a surprised laugh. “Ha, very funny.”

“I’m serious. It’s the last thing left on my graduation bucket list.” You fish into your pocket for the list. The only thing not yet crossed out is van sex with Eddie in the parking lot.

“Holy shit,” he says under his breath. “won’t this, like, make things weird? Ruin the friendship or whatever?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” you shrug. “So what if it does? I’m going off to college in the fall, you’ll be here working with your uncle.”

“The lady makes a good point,” Eddie says to himself. “Well, sweetheart, this wasn’t on my graduation bucket list, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it.” He hooks one finger onto the belt loop of your skirt, pulling you closer. You can feel him start to stiffen under his jeans.

“So, that’s a yes?”

“Oh, it’s an abso-fuckin-lutely,” he growls, pushing you up against the van with his body and presses his lips to yours. His tongue flicks over yours, making you moan against him. You bring your hand to the back of his neck, pushing yourself onto tip-toes.

“Didn’t know you were such a good kisser, Princess,” he groans into you. 

“Should’ve kissed me sooner then, Munson.”

He snakes a hand under your shirt, toying with the lace bra you’re wearing. He starts to pull the shirt over your head when you stop him.

“Eddie!” you hiss. “Not out here!”

“Oh, right,” he laughs mischievously. “No one gets to see your tits but me.”

With that, he flings open the back doors of his van. He pushes up the seats and ushers you inside. “After you, sweetheart.”

His chivalry ends there. As soon as he’s closed the doors, he pulls you on top of him, leaving you straddling his hard cock while he nearly rips off your shirt. With one swift move, he removes your bra and throws his head back.

“Are you...fucking...kidding me?” he says, grabbing one breast in each hand. He sits up and starts kissing them, flicking his tongue over your nipples. He bites and sucks, leaving a hickey in his wake, then goes to the next one and repeats. “Gotta mark my territory.”

You feel yourself growing wetter, but you’re far from finished. “You know,” you whisper, “this is supposed to be my bucket list item, but you’re having the most fun right now.”

“And what would be fun for you?”

You pull him up and take off his Hellfire shirt. His chest is dusted with hair. You steady yourself on it as you kiss his neck with soft, unassuming pecks, until you bite him.

He takes a sharp breath in and you smile. “That’s pretty damn fun for me.” you say.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Eddie groans. “Sounds like you wanna take control.”

You don’t say anything in response, just unzip his jeans and pull his dick from his boxers. He shuffles his pants off as you pump his cock.

“Y/N...w-want you to s-suck it,” he stutters.

You laugh. “Want it? No, Eddie, I think you need it.”

He whimpers. You get down and lick his precum, eliciting another little whine. The tip of your tongue grazes from the base of his cock to the head. 

“Here’s the thing, Eds,” you tease, “I feel like you haven’t earned getting sucked off. You played with my tits a little? Not going to cut it.” You sit back up and he goes to put a hand around his length, but you stop him.

“No, no. This is for me, Eddie. You’re going to get me off, and if you do a good job, I’ll blow you. Got it?”

“Y-yes,” he manages. He pushes up your skirt and moves your panties over, inserting one finger into your wet cunt. 

“See, Eddie? See how wet I am for you? All you have to do is make me cum, and I’ll return the favor.” You didn’t know where this confidence came from, but you were high on it.

Eddie slips another finger into you, pumping them as you grind against him. “W-wait,” he says suddenly. He lifts you from his crotch and places you on the van floor. Pulling off your skirt and panties, he trails kisses up your thighs until he reaches your pussy.

“There ya go, Eddie. You know what to do now, don’t you?” 

“Mhm.” He pushes his tongue against your clit, swirling and flicking until your legs shake. You can see a smile stretch across his face before you throw your head back, bucking your hips into him. You feel the coil start to snap, and your legs tighten around him.

“Cum for me, baby. W-wanna make you cum, just like you asked.”

With that, your orgasm takes over and you moan loud enough for anyone to hear. Eddie doesn’t stop eating your pussy until he’s sure you’re finished.

“H-Holy shit, Munson. You definitely earned that blowjob.” You go to wrap your lips around his dick, but he shakes his head.

“N-not gonna be able to hold b-back, Y/N,” he whimpers. “Need to be inside your wet pussy.”

He pumps himself a few times as you reach into your bag to pull out a condom. Eddie raises his eyebrows in surprise.

“The goal was to get laid, not get pregnant,” you respond.

He nods dumbly, as if he wants to say something, but stops.

“What is it?” you question.

“Nothin’. Just think we’d make cute kids, is all.”

You laugh. “Let me get my degree first and then we’ll talk.”

That seems to be enough for him. He takes his time entering you, not out of hesitation, but to make sure you’re ready. This is your bucket list, after all.

He’s so big inside of you, filling you up as he thrusts in and out. One hand cups your ass, while the other plays with your clit.

“Eddie?” you start to ask, then remember that you’re in charge. “Eddie,” you say this time with more authority. “I need you to choke me while you fuck me.”

Eddie’s eyes roll back. “You’re fuckin’ killing me, sweetheart,” but he obliges, removing the hand from your ass. His fingers tighten around your neck, just the right amount of pressure. His rings dig into you with each thrust.

“Y/N...I can’t hold out much longer,” he says. But it’s fine, because neither can you. Your walls clench around him as you moan out again, yelling his name. He bucks up into you one last time as he cums hard.

Climbing off of you, he crashes next to your own naked fucked out body, exhausted.

“Hey, um, did you have anything on that list about fucking me during the summer?”

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[alexanderlightweight]

pet names for the wednesday prompt? magnus already tried pup and panda, what if he was inspired by alec's reaction and thought of the most cute sappy pet names when he wants to see alec make that face?

hey anon, this was fun to write and you're 100% correct. magnus does it to see alecs reaction. i hope you enjoy!

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“Come along, platypus.” Magnus says, keeping himself carefully turned so he can see the expression of flat disdain on Alexander’s face in the mirror.

There is silence for a moment before a horrified whisper of, “abso-fucking-lutely not, Magnus.”

“But Alexander!” Magnus bemoans, as if he thinks Alexander would accept the endearment. “They’re such underestimated, adorable creatures and can be quite dangerous.”

For a second, Magnus wonders if his ploy has finally worked, Alexander’s face softening at the compliments before his scowl deepens. He crosses his arms over his chest, unimpressed with an eyebrow raised as he leans against the wall.

“It’s not happening. Ever.”

—

Magnus lets Alexander have a bit of reprieve after that, but he comes in strong, watching Alexander eat breakfast methodically. They’re both about to crash and Alec is eating like its ash in his mouth, but he doesn’t care. There’s no enjoyment and Magnus doesn’t care if Alexander thinks it’s a waste of magic, he summons a bowl of strawberries and raspberries and holds one out, eyes crinkling at the look of beloved, fond exasperation Alexander sends his way.

“Babe, you’re exhausted. You shouldn’twaste magic like this.” His boy scolds but is already opening his mouth and leaning forward for a berry. Alexander won’t waste them, not when Magnus has already summoned them, and Magnus abuses this loophole continuously.

“Your enjoyment is never a waste.” Magnus tells him and feeds him another berry, watching as Alexander’s face smooths from a grimace of exhausted pain to tired delight, his tongue peeking out to chase the juice on Magnus’ fingers.

“My little fruit bat.” Magnus and instead of a kiss, he gets a cranky nip of teeth and Alexander is scowling at him, cheeks stuffed full of berries, his greedy boy.

“Not happening.” Alexander mutters as he finally swallows, and he gives Magnus a dark look even as he leans forward for another bite.

“Of course, of course darling. After all, it’s not very imaginative of me to simple call you what you are.”

Alexander groans as his fingers close around Magnus’ fingertips and Magnus chuckles, exhausted himself but the humor is needed after the last two days and he lets it rest, Alexander mock-ignoring him while still being fed by Magnus’ hand.

—

“Alexander, petal why on earth are you out here this late?” And by late, it’s nearly eleven ’o’clock in the morning and most of the shadowworld is resting and sleeping, gathering their strength for another night of life.

It’s an absolute accident and Magnus winces, because while he enjoys teasing Alexander, it’s been a long day for them both. Magnus would prefer Alexander to melt into his embrace, not scowl and give Magnus dirty looks.

Except Alexander doesn’t seem to mind it, there’s no furrow on his brow.

None of those adorable, scowling pouts where you can just tell he’s judging Magnus’ ability to create endearments.

He’s smiling, the corner of his mouth a gentle upturn and he looks up from where he’s setting down a book.

“That’s nice.” He says, like he’s making any sense, like Magnus could possibly hear what he’s saying when he smiles like that.

“What is?” Magnus finds himself saying, swaying towards Alexander, hopelessly enchanted by him, and leaning down to kiss his hair and lingering, inhaling the scent of their shared shampoo.

“Petal, I don’t mind it, but—” and Alec gives him a wry look. “Don’t think this means you get permission to go overboard. I’m still going to veto you when you get ridiculous.”

“Me, ridiculous? Oh, ye of such little faith!” Magnus gasps in mock affront, “there was absolutely nothing wrong with calling you my precious pumpkin prince and you hated that one!”

Alexander sends him the look that deserves and if Magnus had lesser demon blood, he would surely shrivel from the weight of Alexander’s angelic disdain.

However, Alexander’s divine dismay is not related to Magnus’ blood and only the names he continues to try on Alexander, so Magnus laughs instead and nuzzles his boy, his love, his Alexander.

“Come now—” he murmurs, a hint of a plea to his voice. “Surely you aren’t intending on making me sleep alone?”

Alexander softens again and tilts his head up, mouth kissing Magnus’ jaw and then rubbing their cheeks together.

“I was only waiting for your potion to finish,” he promises. “I can finish the book tomorrow.”

“If you’re not too exhausted.” Magnus teases, waggling his eyebrows, because tomorrow is their day off and Magnus has plans for when they both wake up and only half of them are portaling Alexander about the world and introducing him to new things.

“Well, it won’t be a huge loss to postpone reading it.”

[911-on-abc]

"Albert" Buck pokes his other brother in law's? (he needs to check the proper title) cheek with his surprisingly pointy finger. "Albert" Pokes his nose. "Albert" Pokes his cheek again. "Albert Albert Albert Albert" Albert inhales deeply. "Buck Buck Buck Buck" "Albert!" Buck grins. Maybe he's tipsy again. Bad idea. "How can I help you?" "You're my friend right? My favorite Han brother but only because Chimney is a Buckley-Han now." Albert rolls his eyes. "Yes?" "And you were with us the entire night last night and stayed sober?" Albert had drawn the short straw. "Yes? Where is this going?" Buck nods, solemnly. "So, you don't have any memory gaps and if I ask you a very serious and very secret question you won't lie to me or tell anybody about it?" "That depends on the question." "Albert!" Buck isn't above whining. Or begging. "Okay fine. But you owe me. Favorite uncle title for a month. At least." Albert is driving a hard bargain. Buck considers. "Okay fine." "Deal." They shake hands. "So. Did Eddie and I hook up last night?" Albert looks at him. Stares. Blinks slowly. Blinks again. Slowly. And then starts laughing. Bends over, slaps his thighs, tears in his eyes. Cackles. Catches his breath, looks at Buck again and loses it immediately again. "Did you and Eddie," Albert wheezes, "hook up last night?" Buck nods. "Are you serious? Like, really, are you serious? Why?" Buck blushes. "I don't remember much from last night but.." He pauses. "Can you just tell me yes or no before I explain more?" Albert shrugs. "Sure." "So? Did we?" "No." "Oh. Okay." Buck's face does something funny. Like he's confused but sad but happy? "Okay, now why would you think that?"

Buck hides his face in his hands and groans. Looks back at Albert. "We held hand in the elevator and he was standing really close?" "For balance." "He hid his face in my neck and whined when I guided him from the elevator to the suite?" "He got nauseous and needed a moment to recalibrate." "I remember plastering myself over his backside when he tried to open the door?" "He tried to use his credit card to open it instead of the keycard you were trying to show him you had but he was hogging the door." "I took his Blazer off?" "He lost his coordination way worse than you and it apparently was a two person job." "He took my shirt off?" "Your head got stuck. Two person job with your alcohol blood level." Buck pauses and blushes again. Deeper. "He held up my bottle of lube in the bathroom and smirked at me?" "He was looking for toothpaste and found it and then joked about you being a boy scout." "Ah." They both sit in silence on the bench, listening to the party going on inside. "We will never ever speak of this again." "Obviously." "Thanks, favorite uncle Albert." "You're welcome. But also, if you want to give Howie his favorite wedding gift, you know what to do." "Abso-fucking-lutely not."

This was so fucking hilarious!! the lube part had me crying laughing LMAOOO

Thank you anon!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

[enid-rhees]

Alrighty, I was thinking (as usual 💀)...

(this is lowkey inspired by my experience lmao)

Imagine reader has like, super-ish long hair. She's been growing it out before and after the apocalypse, so it's down to her butt.

Reader has been wanting to cut it for a while. But is too nervous to lol. So one day, she's talking to Enid, who's playing with her long wavy hair, and listens to reader ramble on about how she wants it to be short like Enid's but is too nervous? Hesitant? Whatever the word is-

So Enid offers to cut it for her! Ofc reader is kinda shocked by the offer, but feels super honored. (It's Enid, let's be real yo-). Enid tells her not to worry, because she used to cut her dad's hair (she actually did 🥺).

So yea, basically Enid ends up cutting readers hair to her shoulders, after years of the reader wanting short hair!!

i love this so much. when i was younger i had superrrr long hair but when i got older i chopped it all off bc my hair is also really thick so it got knotty really fast . also this scene :’) like two seconds after this everything goes to shit but Enid cutting her hair warmed my heart sm :’)) tysm for sending this in i hope you enjoy 🩷

warnings: ONE sexual joke

a/n: hope you all enjoy! requests are open! if you’d like to request something, read pinned for rules!

you sat in between Enid’s legs as you both watched the movie playing in front of you. her fingers ran through your long hair softly, trying not to pull at any of the strands to hurt you.

if you were being honest, you loved the way it felt when Enid touched your hair like this, but you were getting tired of how long it had become.

you were growing it out before the apocalypse broke out, and you soon realized that it would be almost impossible to have it cut again. it was down to your ass at this point, maybe even longer. it was such a hassle to brush it every day, multiple times at that.

as Enid ran her fingers through your hair, her fingers suddenly got stuck in a knot. you hissed as a first initial reaction, and Enid panicked, “oh my god, i’m so sorry! are you okay?”

“i’m fine.” you chuckled. “i really hate how long my hair is gotten though.” you said with a pout. “it’s so hard to take care of now. i just want to- chop it all off but i’m scared.”

you then changed your position between her legs so you could look at her. you stared to run your fingers through her short strands. “i want my hair to be like yours. its so beautiful. it barely gives you problems and i want that too. but every time i pick up the scissors i get nervous and back out of it. but i’m so sick and tired of dealing with this mess.” you ranted, and you didn’t even realize that you were.

but Enid listened intently, not forgetting a single word you said. she smiled, messing with the messy locks of hair.

it felt like a light bulb suddenly appeared above Enid, “i could cut it for you!” she exclaimed. your eyes widened slightly, “what? are- are you sure?”

“yes! i cut Maggie’s hair a few years back! i want to cut it for you, it can be like mine, just like you said.” she giggled, ruffling your hair teasingly.

even though it wasn’t you doing the cutting, it still worried you. what if you hated how it looked afterwards? what if Enid hated it?

you took a deep breath, “okay. lets do it.” Enid clapped and pulled you up, dragging you to the kitchen. she pushed you down into a chair and left you there as she went to find a towel and the scissors.

your heart raced the longer she was gone. this was actually happening. almost all of your hair would be chopped off finally.

Enid skipped back into kitchen, a blue pair of scissors in her hands. “don’t run with scissors!” you whined. “you’re gonna fall and hurt yourself.”

“it’s very rude to underestimate your girlfriend. are you ready?” with a playful roll of your eyes and a laugh, you nodded. “yeah, i’m ready. i think.”

Enid brushed your hair back and picked up the scissors. “before i do the first cut, you need to tell me if you’re absolutely sure about this, love.”

“i’m sure.” you said. “just nervous.”

“don’t be. you’ll be okay.” you closed your eyes as she brought the scissors down to the end of your hair. she gripped the end and started to slice the scissors through your hair.

“look.” Enid mumbled. you opened your eyes, and Enid held up the chunk of your hair that she just cut off. “oh my god.” you choked out, “i’ve never had it cut like this before. it’s just… it’s weird to see.”

“want me to keep going?” she asked, setting down the chunk of your hair. “yeah,” you nodded. “cut it like yours.”

Enid continued to cut off inches at a time, setting them down next to you. you could feel the back of your head getting lighter as she kept going. it was a new feeling. a good feeling.

after a few minutes, you started to feel your hair tickle your neck. that was new. “i’m done!” Enid exclaimed. before you could answer, she shoved a mirror into your hands. “do you like it?”

you panned the mirror on you, freezing as you stared at your new hair, it changed how you looked entirely, it took you a moment to even recognize yourself.

slowly, you turned your head left and right, looking at it from all angles. it was so different, you couldn’t process it. but… you loved it.

“i love it.” you whispered. Enid smiled widely, “really?” she asked. you nodded, “y-yeah, you did amazing, baby.”

“you look amazing.” she said, leaning down to kiss your head. “god, you really do look different. but like, in a really hot way.”

you furrowed your eyebrows and broke into laughter, Enid following. you stood up and pulled her into a hug. “thank you for doing this, Enid. seriously.”

“anytime.” she mumbled into your neck, kissing the spot in front of her lips. “there’s one downside though.” she said.

you were silent for a moment, “and what’s that?”

Enid sighed, “tugging on your hair when you’re eating me out.” you gasped and hit her shoulder lightly, “Enid!”

[lutawolf]

Never Let Me Go D/s breakdowns Ep 4

As of right now, there is no D/s relationship, friendship or otherwise. Is there a D/s element? Yes! Palm is without a doubt submissive. The verdict is still out on Nueng. Is there a power imbalance? Abso-fucking-lutely. But is there a distinct power play line between work and play? That's the question. One that has only gotten murkier rather than clearer, but I'm a determined bitch.

Phum deserved what he got, but Palm really didn't. We're seeing an interesting dynamic here. Nueng wants to go to defend Palm, but Palm stops him. Now, I can hear you guys now. The way Palm is talking to Nueng isn't submissive. Actually... It is. So once again, submissive doesn't equal doormat, and it doesn't mean that they won't speak their mind. It's in the phrasing. It's in the body language. We see confidence but don't domination. This would be the same way my husband would talk to me when he is aware that he has more knowledge on the subject.

The way Palm let his hand glide down to grab Nueng's fingers before letting go! Then that little smile. Oh, my goodness.

Nueng taking Palm as his school partner.

Nueng goes back and forth on how he uses his dominance. Sometimes it really is Dom, but most of the time it's to cover how nervous or unsure he is. It's a like a mask that he slides into place. However, when Palm asked him if the teacher assigned them together, we see the real Nueng come out. That smile. This playful Nueng is really him.

"No. I chose you to be my partner. I chose to work with Pannakorn Jannaloy. Does Mr. Pannakorn have a problem with it? Do you want to change your partner?"

See the Dominance we see, at this moment, where he enters the room and talks about scolding him. That's real.

Gifs stolen from @happy-xy from this gif set here.

There is a lot of D/s in this particular conversation. Let me type it out for you to see.

"Let me put my clothes on." Palm is more asking than he is telling. "This is your room. Do whatever you want." See the permission and dominance in this statement? Then Palm sits on the floor and Nueng looks at him like he is stupid and pulls him up on the bed. "What are you doing? Why are you sitting on the floor? You can sit here. Are you a slave? Get up and sit here. Why are you so afraid of me? That’s it."

OH DAMN!!! See the way Nueng grabbed Palm's jersey. Palm liked that. Woot! Okay then.

And here we go with the foreshadowing again. "Why did you pick the number 13? Did you know that 13 is an unlucky number for Chinese people? 1 + 3 = 4. Number 4 in Mandarin sounds similar to the word ‘dead’." But there is hope because look how Palm responds. "I don’t pay attention to things like luck. No matter what number I wear, I will do my best to win the game. I will overcome any obstacles." Palm doesn't believe in luck, but he believes in fate.

Now we know Chopper is a liar.

Nueng is a very jealous boy. It causes him to go very Dom and Palm loves it. He brats back. Yeah, that's the dynamic he likes.

More fucking foreshadowing. "I found out about Qi Xi Jie. It falls on the 7th day of the 7th Chinese lunar month. It’s the day celebrating the tragic love between the weaver girl and the cowherd. This is their story. The weaver girl who lived in heaven fell in love with the cowherd. They were living together for years. When the wife of the Jade Emperor found out about their relationship, she interfered between them. She drew a river in the sky to separate them. The queen was later moved by their love. They were allowed to meet each other on a bridge formed by magpies. But they can only meet once a year." "It’s a story of impossible love." "I feel sorry for them. They loved each other but couldn’t be together." "But I think it’s romantic. The two of them overcame major obstacles for their love. Even though they could meet only once a year, they were patiently waiting for the day. That must be tormenting. If you were them, would you wait for that day?" Then we get hope, "If I was them, I would wait for it. When I love someone, I can endure everything for that person. Maybe it’s because of the long waiting and their different backgrounds, that makes their love become a legend. The queen might want to test their love."

So I asked one of my darlings about this story and this is what she told me, "Only once a year, but they will always meet on the 7th day of the 7th lunar month. That day is now the Chinese equivalent of Valentine's Day. It represents everlasting love."

I love this next moment so much.

And Palm looking directly at what he wants.

"Just make me proud." This is Dom and the way Palm responds is very subby. Then the way Palm proceeds to work his ass off is very subby. For instance. I told @thequeenofsastiel that I was expecting a fanfic by the end of I Will Knock You. Who wants to lay bets that she's already started an outline?

I don't like Ben. Just saying. Awe! Poor Palm. This next part is very D/s.

"What’s wrong with you? Why are you answering me curtly? You also don’t look at me." "It’s nothing. May I be excused? I need to go help Aunt Nid." I can see why it would be confused with Boss and employee, but you got to put ALL the parts together. "Wait. You need to talk to me first. What’s wrong with you?" "Nothing. I don’t have a right to be mad at you." "Just tell me what’s going on here. Aren’t we friends?" See, even though Nueng will become Dominant, he doesn't associate himself with Dominant and boss. He sees himself as Dominant with a friend. Does he blur this? Absolutely, but so does Palm. Which is why we are all fucking confused. Right now though, Nueng is not boss, he is friend. "If we are friends, we should be able to talk to each other about everything. Why don’t you answer me? If you have something you want to say, just say it. You are easy to read. You cannot hide your feelings from me." This is a very interesting comment. How much truth does it hold? Not much considering the next convo, but we continue to see a D/s element to the conversation. Down to Palm asking to be excused.

And Nueng acts like a shithead in his jealousy. Notice that Palm doesn't mind being submissive to Nueng, but he has an issue with being treated inferior.

Well, this ended up a lot. 🤣🤣🤣 Hope you enjoy 💜💜💜