#ali writes

[yurozo]

holidays headcanons (resident evil)

┌─── ∘°❉°∘ ───┐ characters: chris, leon, jill, claire, rebecca, carlos, luis, ada, wesker warnings: mentions of alcohol, some swearing.

a/n: i know this is late but all the recent love for the restaurant au inspired me!! check that one out here! love u pookies and i hope you had a great holidays <3 if you want me to cover anyone else, or have any other suggestions for au's please let me know! └─── °∘❉∘° ───┘

chris redfield:

this man comes for one reason and one reason alone: the food. you best believe chris redfield is grabbing two plates piled sky-high and scarfing it down before the rest have even served themselves. because of a particular incident involving leon and a nerf gun, chris has been banished to the kids table for the foreseeable future. he gets to sit there with (baby) sherry in a shitty little plastic barbie chair that claire bought off amazon-- the legs are bowing under his weight and are clearly destined to snap during some point in the night. as for the games, chris takes no part in it. why? he's stone cold passed out in the lazyboy. i'm talking full on snoring, scratching at his chest, mouth open, and drooling asleep. nothing is waking that man up from his food coma, other than literally firing a gun three inches away from his ears.

as for you, chris softens a little bit. he'll reluctantly indulge whatever you want to do, even if he's grumbling about it a little the whole time. this man is a practical gift giver, unless claire gets involved and gets you something indulgent in chris' name. if it were up to chris alone, he's replacing whatever you have that's worn down or unusable. he just wants to see you comfortable and stress-free, and he really doesn't have the mind for other things.

leon kennedy:

respectfully, he's the typical white dad of the group. he eats a good amount of mashed potatoes and roast beef, downs a couple whiskeys, and he's out for the count. there's been a couple occasions that he's gotten a little too rowdy, and relentlessly barraged the dinner table with whatever one-liners or borderline traumatic stories that come to his mind. he's fine, he swears, it really was funny that time he almost got blown up.

god forbid sherry grows up and starts bringing partners around the place, leon takes it upon themselves to act like her personal bodyguard. he'll sit in an armchair and stare daggers at them every time they so much as touch her, and it takes a while for him to warm up to them. for the games, do NOT ask that man to play charades. honestly, it will just be embarrassing for the both of you.

leon really does try his best when it comes to you. his gifts are usually something you eyed while out with him somewhere, which he very sneakily bought while you weren't looking. however, he's downright terrible at hiding it for you if he buys it ahead of time. you have to just act surprised and loving about the whole thing, and leon's putty in your hands. there's always a hand around your waist when you're in the vicinity, and leon loves to brag about your title in casual conversations. (eg. "yeah, my wife/husband is a pretty good cook. it's no big deal")

jill valentine:

jill's been banned from helping in the kitchen for five years. it's not her fault, honestly, she got a little too distracted sharing war stories with the others that she forgot the yorkshires were still in the oven. she'll happily eat everything though, or bring a store-bought dessert if need be. every single year, she takes photos of chris passed out in the armchair until she can make a photo album to gift him. there's a framed photo of chris mid-fall after the barbie chair finally gave way that's hanging above the fireplace, courtesy of her. also likes to take lil sips of leons whiskey when he's not looking since he always brings the good stuff.

she claims that she doesn't get into the games, but she gets super intense about charades to the point that everyone's reluctant to team up with her. she's shouting answers like there's a ticking bomb that will go off when the time runs out, and she'll scold you if she thinks your acting performance wasn't oscar worthy. she's flinging around a beer can during the whole thing and nearly soaking everyone in the vicinity.

when you start coming around for the holidays, jill visibly relaxes. she can let a lot of her guard down, and everyone likes to give her shit about how lovesick and happy she becomes. she's also a victim of the practical gift giving trait, but occasionally she likes to buy you something just because she thinks you would look nice in it. but there's always an extra gift at home that she won't let you open in front of the others, she has to maintain some sort of dignity.

claire redfield:

her and rebecca are the only reasons this tradition goes on for as long as it does. rebecca does most of the logistics, claire is the one who keeps that ship running while it's happening. the two of them are such a scary pair when they want shit done, that everyone else just has to follow along. claire is the one that banished chris to the kids table, but still lingers around to keep an eye on sherry and make sure she's eating enough. when sherry's old enough to bring partners around, she's the welcoming one, and will secretly jab leon in the ribs whenever he starts acting up.

claire likes to experiment with the games every single year, usually after incidents or fights break out. white elephant got banned after four different people just bought gift cards to the gun store (im assuming this exists there, im canadian). she's shaking the box of names aggressively at anyone who tries to get away, and will tip chris right out of that damn chair. they rarely get to be together with all the missions, so help her god they're going to enjoy it.

you're the first person claire actually brings around. sure, she's had relationships, but bringing you around to family christmas is a big deal. and don't worry, everyone else will tell you just how much of a big deal it is. you're the first person she tells everything too, and on the drive there, she's giving you a full run down on what she thinks of everyone (claire has very strong opinions). for gifts, she loves to buy you things. her favourite gifts are outfits either you can wear on her motorcycle, or matching clothes she painted herself.

rebecca chambers:

the holidays are a stressful time for her. not only does she have to cook for the most ravenous group of people that definitely do not cook for themselves enough, but she has to make sure they don't kill each other during it. despite that, dinner is always amazing, and the desserts are just to die for. she takes a special pride in her desserts, and if a couple extra supplements sneak themselves into the dinner, she definitely does not know anything about that. one of the few things that gets her through the holidays is the extra sweet hot chocolate and egg nog concoction that she makes for herself. leon tried it one time by accident and nearly gagged at just how sweet it was.

rebecca is very into the games and gifts section. it's the one time she gets to sit down and relax a little bit, and she does love how intense everyone gets about the whole thing. she's just happy that everyone can get together, and maybe relax after everything that's happened. despite her enthusiasm and smarts, she is downright terrible at charades. her answers are always way too complex for the minute they have to guess whatever she's miming. how the hell is anyone supposed to guess t-011 from hand gestures?

rebecca is by far the best gift giver out of the bunch. whatever she buys you is well-thought out, personal, and helpful. she likes to have you hang around the kitchen while she cooks, and will always feed you little spoonfuls under the guise of taste-testing. really, she just wants to make sure you eat, especially before chris can get his grubby little hands on the entrees.

luis sera:

leon invited him a total of one time, and luis had just become a permanent fixture of the whole thing. you best believe luis is bringing a karaoke machine and performing bad renditions of holiday music complete with an improvised choreography. he tried to bring leon into it one time, and nearly got roundhoused so hard that rebecca had to take them both out like misbehaving dogs. despite that, he always brings around a home-cooked entree to dinner, which rebecca appreciated greatly. luis also has the tendency to spin great tales about what he did during the year, which are definitely all lies.

in part two of the party, luis likes to be a little tipsy for the whole thing. who can blame him, he likes a party. just don't get him talking about his work, he'll talk about it for hours with increasingly complicated language that only rebecca can understand. like her too, he also gets really into the games section. luis is mentally keeping track of the stores, and will argue with anyone that tries to get the one up on him. i mean, he really deserved the point on the last one, so what if he buffs the numbers a little?

luis love to brag about you to all the others, you're his lovely partner and somehow agreed to date him, how could he not? his gifts for you are always a little extravagant, because he wants everyone else to know just what a good boyfriend he is. you're also the reason why he got chewed out over pda during the holidays. luis is just not the kind of man that can keep his hands off you, it's the season of romance.

carlos oliveira:

he's the one person who rebecca allows in the kitchen. carlos is always willing to help, and he'll even do it with a cheesy little apron on. it just makes his ass look nice, and these people deserve a treat on the holidays. god forbid carlos, leon, and jill are sitting together for dinner. they're throwing around the worst jokes known to man, and cackling loudly the whole time, especially if they're a couple beers deep. he's used to a big family, so this kind of gathering is right in his element. he makes sure there's enough food and drink for everyone, even if he's next to chris in eating it all.

another victim of getting too into the games. he likes to have fun and joke around, so he's definitely energetic, but doesn't take it too seriously. carlos is ultimately there to have a good time, and if a pretty woman is telling him to play, he's definitely not going to say no. he's relaxing back in his chair, beer in hand, yelling out suggestions and laughing loudly.

for you, he's just happy to bring you around and show you a good time. you don't have to worry about a damn thing during the holidays, carlos is doing everything so you can just lay back and enjoy the festivities. your drink is empty? carlos is already up and heading to the fridge. you want more dessert? there's another plate already in your hands.

ada wong:

no one really knows the reason she's here. people suspect she found out the location through her own means and just started showing up. or that wesker invited her for insurance reasons. she'll offer to help in the kitchen, and they always turn her down because she's definitely overdressed and they don't want to risk her getting dirty. during the dinner, she just like to witness the inevitable trash fire, or chatting quietly with luis about whatever work drama happening with him.

she's not playing any games. don't ask her. ada will give you a mean glare until you leave her alone. she wants to sit there and watch the wreckage and drink her little drink, she is not playing charades even if there's a gun to her head. get her to gossip though? she will happily engage in telling you dirty secrets about everyone else ( no one can figure out how the hell she knows these things).

ada's rigging the whole thing so you win. she wants to see you happy, and you'll be even happier when you see what she's got you. again, there's no way to tell exactly how she knows what you wanted, but you can be sure you're getting it. and it's in a pretty box, carefully put together and wrapped with a red bow. there's also a mistletoe in her pocket, for when she can finally get you alone.

albert wesker:

no one knows who invited him. no one knows where he is the whole time (he's in the bedroom, pointedly avoiding everyone else). he'll come down to dinner, eat his food, say nothing, and go back upstairs. he's also not going to engage in any sort of ugly sweater tradition, he's wearing all black, and god help anyone who tries to get him to wear anything else. wesker will speak up about his open disdain for chris, but it's quickly shut down by rebecca before he can start a fight.

he doesn't really come around all that often. he prefers to do his work, have his own celebration, and pretend all these people don't exist. after certain events, he becomes a bit of an unspoken topic amongst everyone else-- just a person that used to come around thats' been replaced by their new family.

the only way he'll do anything for the holidays is if you're there. yes, he's going to complain and say he has better things to do, and he would much rather have your own private celebration, but he'll reluctantly do it if you bother him enough. he's giving you his present in private and away from prying eyes, because that relationship is just between you two, not these other people unworthy of even looking at you. whatever you tell him you want, he'll buy. money's no object for him, and anything that will make you happy while he works on other things.

[wishfuldivine]

The 141 kissing Gaz's nose every time he cringes at something?

John can't contain it much. Gaz looks absolutely fucking adorable when his sergeant cringes at a movie that is so cliché for his liking. The captain leans forward and pecks his cute nose.

Johnny does anything to make him cringe. Even goes as far as eating with his mouth open, the Scot knows how much he despises it. The sergeant laughs and coos, planting a kiss to his cute nose.

Simon is more subtle. He says the most cringe dad jokes ever, and the sergeant just STARES while cringing to no end. The lieutenant chuckles and presses his lips onto his cute nose.

[morea-alicia]

Day 1 of 100 Days of Smutty Dramione Drabbles

WARNING !! MINORS DNI !! 18+ CONTENT !!

I'm in a bit of a writing rut because of perfectionism and I can't finish a single piece of work. 100 words are easier to perfect than 1000, so here are 100, 100-word, smutty Dramione drabbles inspired by THIS prompt list by @tumbleweed-writes

Find the masterlist HERE

Day 1: "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you're going to forget that guy's name."

Thrust.

“Mine.”

Thrust.

“Mine.”

Thrust.

“You’re fucking mine, Hermione.” He growls above her; platinum, sweat-soaked hair falling delicately over grey, overcast eyes. His calloused hand tightens possessively around her throat.

“Yours, Draco.” She struggles to croak out. From pain. From pleasure. What does it matter when she feels them simultaneously in her core?

She knows it. He knows she knows it. Gods, even her husband knows it. She is Draco's.

Apparating home each night reeking of cedar, musk, and sweat; hours late from her job at the ministry. Ronald knows too.

Thrust.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you forget his name.”

[alienoresimagines-archive]

My love, My love, My fearless love | Buck x Bucky

[beta-ed by the lovely, amazing, darlingest @soliloquy-dawn without whom this would've never seen the light of day ❤️🥹]

“A good pilot, uh?” This time, a genuine smile pulls at John’s lips and his eyes soften despite the worry still dancing in the blue. His hand closes more firmly around Gale’s arm, squeezing once, a thousand of unspoken words passing through them. “Best pilot I’ve ever met, Buck. One Engine Cleven, can fly circles around any of us.” --- OR Gale's first mission doesn't go as planned.

Link to AO3

Snippet under the cut

Soon, John is but a white dot, and Gale can only visualize his features from memory rather than make them out. His chest seizes with the urge to get out of the truck and run to him, card his fingers through John’s hair again, and press kisses to his face until the warmth of his skin is all Gale can taste. There’s a lump in his throat making each swallow painful, something Gale can only suppose is the unspoken potential goodbye they both refused to breathe. It’s stuck in his throat now, a stinging reminder that shall he die today, John will never hear it. He’d die without putting a period at the end of their sentence, leaving it incomplete for John to finish. Gale is no writer and neither is John, but it still seems cruel.

The bill is soft in his hand, the lines where  John folded and unfolded it showing up clear. When John shipped out, he did so with a white sheepskin jacket that always called to Gale to find his other half even across a landing field, and two rosaries hanging from his neck that Gale used to tug on to bring John in for a kiss. The bill is a new addition to John’s collection of trinkets he claims are for luck, but Gale suspects they hold a particularly sensitive aspect that John refuses to admit to. Not that Gale can blame him; he, too, has his own Things that he never flies without, though it has nothing to do with an illusionary sense of luck. There’s simply something comforting about bringing a piece of those you love with you 20,000 feet up in the air, where no one else has ever been.

His thumb lightly traces the “2” at the rounded, bitten corner of the wrinkled bill and Gale stifles a wet chuckle. Of course, John would claim a two-buck-bill to be his brand new lucky deuce. 

Buck&Bucky, always together, even back when one of them was stuck in the States. Even now, when the other is forced to stay on the ground.

Soon the truck jostles to a stop, and the weight in his stomach sinks lower. 

This is it.

Read more on AO3

[miss-ali-lawliet]

Laios relationship headcanons

I am finally back with a writing post! So sorry for the deadness in my own writing, things have been a bit hard to sit down and write, but Dungeon Meshi and especially Laios have been inspiring me a lot! For this post I will start with it being pretty simple with some headcanons that came to mind! He really is rotting my brain a lot.

CW: Fluff, sort of suggestive when talking about sexuality but that’s literally it. 

Something I’ve seen shared and I totally agree with is that Laios I feel would feel more inclined to fall for someone who is a bit of an outsider  or someone he can relate to and bond with in some way 

Similar, the person would have to have a love for monsters/animals, because I truly cannot see it that he would be into someone who would hate them when he loves them so dearly

I also view him to be a bit demisexual, I feel like he’d need a bond in some way or to know the person at least a little bit to want to be with someone like that. I could definitely see him being Bi as well!

Once he realizes he had fallen for someone though? He falls hard.

Will he make it really obvious though? No, not really, but also yes. It really depends, but for him it would be a lot of ‘subtle’ things for himself. Like wanting to be close to the other person a lot for example. 

He also likes being able to be affectionate in some way, even if it isn’t explicitly affection. From holding your hands, to resting his hands against you wherever he can, his hand brushing against your hands, etc. 

He really is the epitome of a golden retriever bf, but are we really surprised? It’s Laios.

Likes to info dump a lot and tell you things, even if it may be something you already know, let him talk <3 He’d also love to hear you talk about your passions!

He’d love to also share his things with you, especially food! 

Likes to hold his partner of course, but also loves to be held himself. So big and little spoon depending on the mood. 

This is all that came to mind so far! If I come up with more, I'll make another post! 

[starkpilot]

I’m super excited to be writing and working on my very first fic for the Star Wars fandom! It’s going to be a Codywan Tatooine AU of sorts. It’s been over a year since I’ve written literally anything, so I can’t help but be excited to share just a snippet of the fic. Please let me know what you think 🥰

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It had been 365 days since Obi-Wan’s world seemed to come to a screeching halt.

A year since he felt the lights of too many Jedi blink out in the Force. Since Anakin fell. Since facing him on Mustafar, leaving his Padawan, his brother, behind.

365 days since hearing those two words from Cody’s cold, calculated voice.

Blast him!

He could still feel the fall, Boga’s screech merging with his own shout. The way Cody, had gone from a beacon of light in the Force to a dreadful, dark void. One by one his men had followed, blasters raised without hesitation.

It had haunted him for many nights when he first arrived on Tatooine, Luke clutched tightly to his chest.

The boy was the last fragile thread that had connected him to Anakin. In Luke’s face he could see the kind eyes of the boy he raised, paired with a smile that no doubt resembled Padme’s.

Sometimes when the loneliness grew too sharp in his chest, he’d close his eyes and reach out to him in the Force. Just to feel that brightness, unmarred from the weight of the galaxy around him. He never reached out for longer than a few minutes, and never tried to push past the surface level. If he dug deeper into the Force, nothing but the weight of loss and coldness met him, leaving him breathless and with moisture in his eyes that took the rest of the day to get rid of.

So instead, he spent most of his time on the arid planet surviving. He ate and drank enough to sustain himself, and endured the heat and silence alone. He occasionally spoke with Beru and Owen, though after those conversations he always felt drained of any remaining energy. For a year now, he had continued this routine.

And yet on the 366th day, the routine changed.

He had been meditating on a nearby large rock, when a tickle, a nudge almost, had run down his spine. He had felt his body tense on instinct, the feeling settling uncomfortably in his stomach. The Force hadn’t shown him danger exactly—not the kind that screamed— but instead gave him a sense of something familiar, something once-trusted.

He had opened his eyes and just on the edge of the horizon, he had seen what the Force had been trying to warn him of.

Cody.

[bookworm-fangirl1]

I need help yall

so I’m writing an enemies to lovers romantasy novel but I don’t have a name for the male love interest. please help!

I need it to sound mythological/fantastical

He’s condescending (he is hiding a tragic past that I haven’t decided yet, he’s an orphan for sure tho) and he’s a part of a rebellion

Yeah.

I have some names from mythology if need be but yeah anyway

ok thanks!

edit: if you give me a name and I like it they will be featured in my book

@forgthetheaterkid @half-shadowgalra @inlovewithmyhyperfixations @telugu-girl-13 @where-is-the-angst @the-french-fry

[high-voltage-rat]

I'm late to the RvB OC week party, because of a project for my design course but. I'm just going to post everything late! So:

Day One: Introduction

I have a lot of OCs, 13 to be specific. They're the members of the Project Freelancer Canadian Division (aka CanDiv), a program advertised as an opportunity to allow uniquely talented neurodivergent people to contribute to the war effort against the Covenant. However, the true purpose of this program was to study the impact of AI on a variety of neurodivergences in a more in-depth manner, as well as the impacts of these conditions on performance as an agent and on their capabilities as a team. CanDiv agents were kept separate from the American Division, with the AmDiv agents even being fed rumours of "insanity, instability, and violence" to ensure they avoided CanDiv agents.

My main focus has always been on Agent Alberta and Agent Nova Scotia, who were the first recruits to the program.

Agent Alberta (she/they), aka Ali, is Alison Henley, a recon specialist with ADHD-CT, the impulsive nature of which means she rarely hesitates in battle and is quick to improvise solutions to problems on the fly. They favour a DMR or a sniper rifle, and their armour is equipped with a hologram projection module.

Agent Nova Scotia (she/her), aka Nova, is Kris Henley, a stealth specialist with PTSD, which provides the hypervigiliance that ensures she's constantly aware of her surroundings and planning for anything and everything to go wrong. She favours dual SMGs or a battle rifle, and her armour is equipped with a speed enhancement module.

Picrew source: x

Originally, these two were not even part of the military- however, they were civilian researchers at a U.N.S.C. research university on the planet of Camber. Cousins Alison and Kris Henley were studying biomedical engineering and xenobotany, respectively- Ali involved in research of neural interfaces, and Kris involved in biosynthetic materials development. They attracted the attention of Project Freelancer after the glassing of Camber, the story of which can be read at the following link:

After their recruitment, Alberta and Nova Scotia spent some time in training with some of the lower-ranked, late recruitment members of the AmDiv. However, the majority of their time was actually spent doing research for the project- developing the specialized neural interfaces and materials that would be used in the adaptation of MJOLNIR armour for non-augmented bodies. They ended up becoming very involved in the testing of these suits of armour, and ended up with a lot of expertise in using and modifying the systems. After the successful launch of this project, codenamed Ukonvasara, the rest of the CanDiv was recruited, and they were sequestered completely from the AmDiv.

After a great deal time spent serving in the Project as full-fledged agents, the CanDiv's AI implantations began. Unlike the AmDiv, however, the CanDiv implantations were done in short but gradually increasing stints, using the AI Eta and Iota. These fragments proved to be extremely hard on many of the agents, who were nevertheless forced to take them on for longer and longer stints. When the agents protested, they were shut down and subjected to less and less support on missions. Eventually, one of the Canadian agents discovered that Ali and Nova were slated to be implanted permanently, and the team agreed more serious action needed to be taken in protest. They staged an attack, wherein Ali and Nova pretended to be loyal to the project, and instead faked the deaths of the two agents by placing tracking hardware spoofing their armour's signal into a pelican, ejecting it from the ship, and causing it to self-destruct. Then in the chaos of the team fighting the rest of the project's security forces, and some members of AmDiv, Ali and Kris slipped themselves into the rank and file of some Sim Troopers who happened to be on board, and escaped.

[heygirltimeformorning]

I'm back on my feral cat shit again.

I give you: Eddie freaking out about seeing Buck's dick.

This is just, very close to crack fic, but whatever, man.

Most of it is going under a cut bc there there be talk of penises.

Eddie realizes he’s gay on a Sunday afternoon when he walks into the locker room after a call where Buck had gotten up close and personal with the business end of an elephant, and Buck is naked, toweling his hair off, still grumbling about elephant shit and why the fuck animal control had a weight limit, and something about turkeys and llamas, but Eddie’s brain goes offline when he sees Buck’s dick.

Look, it’s just there. It’s not like he’d been looking, he’d just glanced over at Buck, and there it was. It’s not even the first time he’s seen Buck’s dick (the showers are communal, he’s seen everyone’s dicks, if they have them) but this is, like, full frontal; it’s the first time Eddie has come eye-to-eye, so to speak, with Buck’s dick, and look, Eddie is not a dick expert, but Buck’s dick is -- well, it’s not small, even soft, not even close, and Eddie yelps, like one of those little rat dogs getting stepped on, and leaves the locker room immediately, which is totally normal behavior after seeing his best friend’s dick.

“Eddie?” Buck pokes his head around the door of the locker room, brows knit together in concern.

“Fine, I’m fine,” Eddie says, in response to the question on Buck’s face. “I’m fine. Just -- uh -- tripped over - over - something. I’m fine.”

Eddie is not fine. He hobbles through the rest of the shift -- there isn’t much left of it -- and then he goes home, avoiding Buck’s offer of post-shift food, which is their ritual, now that Chris is in Texas.

The problem is, Eddie can’t stop thinking about it. Well, that isn’t the problem, but the problem is that when he thinks about Buck’s dick, he has other thoughts. It would be one thing if he just thought about Buck’s dick like wow good for him, but Eddie wants to see it again. He wants. He wants, that’s the problem. Frank would have a field day with that, but Eddie is not sharing this with Frank (or anyone).

He’s been on the cusp of a gay realization for -- well, awhile. It’s been coming - somewhere between the cheerleader with the broken pelvis, and confusing his hatred of Tommy for homophobia when it was jealousy - Eddie might have been in the closet, but he wasn’t stupid. The problem wasn’t that he was (apparently) gay, or bi or whatever (he hasn’t had time to experiment with labels -- or, rather, he’s had nothing but time to experiment with labels, but it doesn’t interest him that much), the problem was that his not-straight feelings were, apparently, manifesting as lust about his best friend. Realizing he’s gay? Fine. Realizing he wants to get up close and personal with a penis? Also fine. Realizing the penis he wants to get up close and personal with is one specific penis -- the one attached to his best friend? Very much not fine.

And what’s he supposed to do with that? More specifically, who is he supposed to talk to about that? He can’t exactly call Buck up and say hey, I saw your dick in the shower. Congratulations, by the way, but now I can’t stop thinking about what I want you to do to me with it, now can he? Buck has a boyfriend. Buck does not need Eddie’s congratulations or his complicated feelings.

coming soon to AO3 :)

[ali-annals]

Unexpected Visitors

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Rating: G | WC: 800 | CW: - | A/N: This is one of my first fics so I'm not super proud of it but the lovely peeps on ao3 seem to like it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I thought I'd cross-posted this already but apparently I haven't, oops :| | Ao3 |

An unknown woman shows up on Wayne Manor's doorstep asking for Damian Wayne…

And enjoy this lovely fanart made by @tinybrie 🥰

A bright light flashed through the windows of the manor, the echo of thunder sounding overhead almost immediately. The knocking on the wooden door echoed down the dimly lit hallway, almost covered by the sound of rain and wind gusting outside.

The family butler swung open the door, taking in the visitors.

A young woman was standing there, holding a baby. She had her mother’s dark hair, but her eyes... 

He tore his gaze away from the baby when the pale, tired woman asked, “Is Damian Wayne here?”

“I’m afraid he is not ‘in’ at the moment, Miss. May I say who called?”

“He’s alive?”

The butler blinked, hearing the note of relief underneath the urgency in her voice. “Yes, Miss..?”

“Oh, thank goodness! His tracker stopped working and I was…I thought…can I see him, please? I can help heal him.”

“How did you know he was injured, Miss?”

She stepped further inside, brushing raindrops off the baby’s and her clothing. “Tracker. If it stops working and he doesn't reply, he’s either dead or severely injured. And since you say he’s alive-”

Alfred still didn’t know her name, but he knew she was trustworthy. Call it an old man’s intuition, call it experience from sizing up every type of person under this roof (of which there were many), he could tell his youngest Master would be safe with her. 

“I’ll show you to his room, Miss.”

“Thank you, Alfred.”

~~~

Damian groggily opened his eyes. Owww… His muscles protested after all that had happened in the last short while. 

The faint sound of rain hitting the window by his bed provided soothing white noise, mixed with the soft breaths from the dark head resting on the bed by his hand. 

Marinette was fast asleep, like the baby in her arms.

He stroked her hair gently. “ Habibti , I’m awake.”

She jolted upright, carefully cradling the baby so as not to disturb her rest. “Ma lune? You’re okay?”

“Just fine, mon coeur . I take it you healed me?” He scooched into a half-sitting position.

She nodded. “I thought…Your tracker stopped, so I came to see…”

“Shh, it’s alright, habibti .” Damian cupped her face in his hand. “It broke when I was fighting. I would have immediately contacted you but they forced me to stay and heal, and drugged me so I would sleep and recover without protest.”

“I’m so glad you’re okay!” She leaned over to kiss him. “I brought Zara.”

After Marinette had reassured herself that he was well-healed thanks to her handiwork, he brought up the question niggling at the back of his mind.

“How many people know?”

“Alfred, and whoever’s watching your monitors right now.”

“You’re okay with them knowing, now?”

Marinette nodded. “I’d prefer to be close by if anything like this happens again. So what if Bruce doesn’t like magic users or the fact that we hid this from him? He can get over it or not, but I will be by your side,” she stated firmly.

He smiled softly at her, seeing the feisty woman he fell in love with. “Let’s go settle their disturbed brains, then, shall we?”

He removed all the health monitors and stood, stretching and enjoying the slight discomfort.

She handed Zara to him, whom he carefully cradled in his arm and stroked his finger over her tiny cheek, and then they headed down to the dining room, where the rest of his extended family were gathered for a celebratory meal. 

The entire Bat clan was there, in various stages of recovery from an assortment of injuries.

Alfred brought in the plates of crepes and casually announced, “There was a young lady here to see Master Damian this afternoon, just after your last check. She’s up with him right now.”

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?!” The ones who could, jumped up to check on their youngest.

“Hello, family. I am perfectly fine, so don’t scold me for getting up. Dinner looks delicious, Alfred.” Damian and the visitors strolled in.

“Why do you have a baby in your arms? How are you up?”

“This is Marinette Wayne, my wife, and our daughter, Zara. Marinette healed me; thus, I am awake and about.”

“Since when were you married? With a child? When did you get a girlfriend?” Questions echoed from all corners of the table.

“We met when I was in Paris to help Ladybug six years ago. We got married last year and Zara is nine months old now.”

“Jon helped Damian escape when he needed and covered for us. He’s quite good at illusions,” Marinette spoke up. “Hi, I’m Marinette Wayne; it’s nice to meet you all.”

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Love Finds You (Even) in Gotham, New Jersey

Pairing: Jason Todd x Stephanie Brown Rating: E (mdni) WC: 5.8k Ao3 Masterlist

A teasing moment between Jason and Steph causes some revelations (and breakdowns). The Bats, tired of the duo’s avoidance and rivalry but unsure of its origins, set them up on a stakeout so they can get over their issues with each other. And you know what they say, the best way to get over your issues with someone is to get under their - oh, no one says that? Well, these two do. Is it a stakeout, or is it a shagout?

A/N: Alphabeta'd by @pioneertothefalls and beta'd by @sarcasticbambi <33 Thank you so much!! Inspired by this post by @bebatzelbub and these tags on it by @the-mad-dame

CW: Minor swearing, explicit sexual content: oral sex, PiV sex, thigh riding

JASON

Late Friday night/early Saturday morning, post-patrol

BatCave, Bristol

Jason sighed, cracking his neck and pressing the keyboard keys harder than necessary in an attempt to drown out his way-too-loud background monologue. 

“Not gonna lie, that was not your finest moment.”

The crinkle of foil sounded, far too loud yet also far too quiet to drown out the sound of the bane of his life mocking his wipeout. He’d hoped no one had seen him eat bricks, yet the unmistakable whoop of laughter coming from one purple-clad vigilante had immediately alerted him to the fact that someone had, in fact, seen it–even worse, they weren’t someone intimidated by the helmet on his head, thus negating any threats he breathed if they spread the story and/or continued laughing. 

Said continued laughter had lasted the rest of patrol and now haunted him even back in the BatCave, where he was, unfortunately, updating files for B.

Steph swung her feet in an off-tempo rhythm against the drawers of the desk of the BatComputer, the metal thuds echoing in a more than irritating duet with the foil wrapper of his fruit snacks that she had appropriated. How, he didn’t know, but that was not his #1 problem with the purple-suited menace at the moment. They were not close enough to make jokes like these, he’d decided. 

“Will you just shut up?!” Jason snapped his head towards Steph, brows lowered in a glare that showed his annoyance at her continuing to poke fun at his epic fail on patrol. 

“Make me,” she retorted, flipping her blonde ponytail over her shoulder and settling her hands on her hips in a power pose. 

Unfortunately for her, it also left her plenty open to attack. 

Jason stood abruptly, his hand whipping out, fingers settling gently around her neck as he pulled her off the desk and into him, so close their noses brushed

Only then did he realise how much shorter she was compared to him as she balanced on her tiptoes.

Her blue eyes met his teal ones, both pairs blown wide with shock and arousal. He could feel the above-average thudding of her pulse through his fingers, matching his suddenly spiked heart rate. 

Oh.

Oh no.

She swallowed, the last of his fruit gummies disappearing down her throat. He could think of other things he wanted to see go down her throat.

Carefully, she placed her hand on his pec, pushing off and stepping away from him. His hand remained hovering mid-air, his system rebooting as the stare-down continued. 

He licked his lips, imagining licking the sheen of fruit gummy residue off her suddenly unbearably tempting mouth. One step and she’d be back in his arms and her mouth would be on his–

Clearing his throat, he broke the staring contest and wiped his hands on his pants so he wouldn’t do something stupid like grab her and choke her and kiss her and ask her to marry him. “Okay, my report is all updated for Bruce, I’m gonna go grab some shuteye, seeyoulaterbye!” 

Without a backward glance, he legged it to his bike and kick-started it, eager to escape that surreal scenario, get a nap, and make sense of his life again. 

~~~

JASON

Early Saturday morning, post-patrol

Crime Alley, Gotham

The pillow was not stuffed enough to drown out the anguished groans he was currently producing at alarmingly frequent intervals. (He’d strangled it far harder than his earlier debacle with Steph.)

Why had he done that? Why had he thought it was a good idea to (playfully) choke a known  menace? Why had that one little hitch in her breath when he’d done that cemented her status as “MAJOR CRUSH” in his brain? Why did it have to be Steph, of all people?!

Jason turned over and screamed into the pillow again.

~~~

JASON

Monday night, pre-patrol

BatCave, Bristol

“Red Hood, Spoiler, you can work together in the North End, from Otisburg to the Bowery,” Batman directed as he outlined patrols two nights later. 

The colour drained from Jason’s face. The universe (Bruce) was conspiring against him, he just knew it.

He simply nodded, not daring to look at his newly-assigned partner. Batman eyed his unusually quiet response suspiciously but simply moved on to dividing up the other groups.

“Black Bat and Red Robin can take Midtown, and Robin, Nightwing, and I will take the South End.”

Patrol sections divided, the groups set out on their various vehicles, whizzing out of the cave to work in their natural habitat, Gotham after 5 pm. 

—

JASON

Monday night, on patrol

Crime Alley, Gotham

“Behind!” he called, warning Spoiler of an attacker sneaking up on her unguarded back. She whirled, taking them out with a neat uppercut, then expertly restrained and deposited them out of the heat of the fight. 

He noted her efficient moves with admiration and something resembling…pride?, easily handling the group of attackers stupid enough to take him on. They were lined up beside her row in ten minutes or less, their collected fingerprints running through Oracle’s database at the moment. 

He was curious what he’d stumbled upon, but their records would pop up on his in-helmet screen in a minute and help him decipher their reason for meeting in his territory. 

“Nice work there, Blondie.”

“‘Blondie’? Really?” She tugged her void-like mask down to her nose, not enough that anyone could take in her face, but enough for him to see the scorn at his unintentional nickname sparking her eyes. 

“You don’t like Blondie?” He popped the clasp on his helmet and tucked it under his arm, shaking the sweat off his curls in her face, just to get her back for stealing his snacks the other night. “What would you prefer then, Your Highness? ‘Purple’? ‘Curls’? “Menace’?”

“Must you use adjectives to nickname me?” she replied, stepping out of the spray zone. “I’m impossible to contain in one word, you know.”

The flickering streetlight behind her provided an angelic radiance, though her shadowed face was devilish. Her stance was offensive but her silhouette alluring, her costume practical but balanced by her whimsical glitter-fied batarangs hanging from her utility belt. 

“I know,” he agreed under his breath. 

SHIT THAT WAS WAY TOO SOFT! ABORT! “What about Kitten?” WHAT THE FUCK, TODD?

He may not have Cass’s abilities, but even he could see Steph’s stance shifting as she processed his most recent brain-to-mouth filter error. 

“What?”

“You’re small and feisty like a kitten, but also pretty fluffy.” Honestly, her hair was amazing. He should find out what shampoo she used. 

“Are you calling me fat, Hood?” She stalked towards him, twirling a batarang between her fingers. 

He sputtered, eyes jumping between her hand and her face. “What- No- How- Absolutely not! I would never! I was referring to your hair, I swear! It looks really good lately and that’s all I was meaning!”

Her stone-faced mask broke as she flashed him a grin. “You’ve noticed my hair?”

Fuck.

“...Yeah.”

“Well, thanks for the compliment! I’ve been trying out the new L’Oreal Wonder Water shampoo the past few washes. Does your helmet mess up your hair? I noticed since I went back to my Spoiler cowl that my hair got more frizzy and broken, so I had to up my haircare routine.”

“Um, yeah, sometimes it gets pretty bad when I’m wearing the helmet more often than usual.”

“Mm, the lactic acid build up,” she nodded sagely. “I assume you shower after patrols, since you always smell good-”

It was Jason’s turn to grin. “You think I smell good?”

“Not the point, Hood,” Steph waved her hand airily, turning on her heel to leave. “You should try the Wonder Water shampoo and let me know how it works.”

“Okay, I’ll pick up a bottle on my way home tonight.”

“Also, I just remembered you called me small,” she spun again, marching towards him. “Rude, much? I’m above average, thank you.” Leaning into his personal space, she pressed the bat on his chest, waving one hand up and down his body. “Just because you’re big doesn’t mean I’m small.”

“Oh I’m big alright,” he smirked. “Would you like to prove if you’re small or not?”

Her gaze dropped to his lips as she leaned incrementally closer. He could smell the watermelon on her breath from the gum she’d been chewing earlier. He was eager to find out if she tasted like watermelon, too–her chapstick was also watermelon flavoured. 

“All clear in Mid and South; head back to the Cave once your routes are completed.”

They jumped apart, hands flying to their in-ear pieces instead of each other’s bodies, coughing awkwardly to dispel the tension as they headed back to their bikes.

Batman was such a cockblocker. Jason was gonna steal his tires again, just watch him.

___

STEPH

Monday morning, post-patrol

Wayne Manor, Bristol

What was up with Jason lately? Steph mused as she changed into her pyjamas, finally ready for bed after the long night. That was the second time in about as many days that they’d almost kissed. 

She wasn’t sure what had changed but he seemed to be seeing her in a new light, lately. There was some definite tension there. Her bratty attempts at gaining his attention by annoying him had paid off when he’d grabbed her and choked her the other night. As soon as he’d left she’d also gone home and proceeded to get herself off as she imagined what might have happened if he hadn’t stepped back. 

Now that he was really seeing her, she needed to find out what he wanted and what he was going to do about it.

___

JASON

Monday morning, post-patrol

Wayne Manor, Bristol

Jason paused on the doorsill to the kitchen, then silently backed away in large steps to evade the blonde dancing around her waffle maker as fast as he could. Not today, Steph-an. 

—

STEPH

Tuesday night, post-patrol

BatCave, Bristol

The distinct sound of Jason’s motorbike pulling into the Cave coincided with Steph’s decision to head to the showers and proceed with her thirty-minute seven-step skincare routine in the Cave shower rooms instead of the comfier surroundings of the Manor bathrooms until the sound of his bike faded in the distance. Yeah, she was going to up the ante on her psychological attacks, but she needed to give him a little space so she didn’t scare him off by coming on too fast!

—

CASS

Wednesday night, post-patrol

BatCave, Bristol

“Spoiler, can you swing by Crime Alley on your way home tonight and drop off this file for Red Hood?”

“Sorry, B, I’m going home with Cass tonight to have a sleepover in the Clocktower. Totally wrong direction,” she shrugged.

“Since when were we having a girl’s night?” Oracle asked Cass through her in-ear comm. Cass shrugged and watched Steph’s retreating form suspiciously. 

—

DICK

Thursday afternoon

Grayson Apartment, Bludhaven

“Hey, Jason, can you make it to dinner or at least movie night next family night? Our schedules are finally all lined up so we can all make it!...Yeah, even Steph’s gonna be there, she’s going to join Cass on a Birds of Prey mission after….Oh, you’ve made plans with the Outlaws already?...Okay, have fun, Little Wing.”

Dick hung up and looked at Tim, who was obviously listening in from where he was typing on his laptop on the couch. “Has Jason been acting weird…er than normal lately?”

~~~

JASON

Saturday evening, pre-patrol

BatCave, Bristol

“...and that leaves Spoiler to join Red Hood on this stakeout.” Batman glanced between the two, waiting for the inevitable argument. “Everyone else is busy with their own missions or plans, you are the only two left to do this. Whatever grudge you’re holding against each other, either get over it before the stakeout or set it aside until the stakeout’s over. Your personal issues should not interfere-”

“-with the mission, yeah, B, we know. Fine. Spoiler, surely we can get along for one night, yeah?” Jason twisted to stare at Steph condescendingly, noticing her teeth digging into her lip and suddenly immensely jealous of her fucking incisors. 

The smile she graced him with did not meet her eyes; he could practically hear the screaming behind those baby blues. “Of course, B-man, Jason and I are the epitome of adult maturity and will not allow holding anything against the other to detract from your mission.”

Her saccharine, agreeable tone for some reason did not inspire trust and agreeability in Jason. 

Bruce’s lips thinned at the obvious placating, but left them off with one warning glare, which both of them were accustomed, even immune, to.

—

STEPH

Sunday morning, stakeout hour 00:00

Brooklyn, New York

Steph tossed her purple Bat-grade duffle on the bed nearest the window, eyeing Jason over her shoulder.

Predictably, he opened his mouth. “I call the bed nearest the window!”

“Nuh-uh, I put my bag on it first!”

“I called it first!”

“My bag, my bed.”

“I put my foot on the carpet first. That’s mine. Get around the room by not using the floor, then.” Jason crossed his arms, practically daring her to fold.

Steph scoffed. “What are you, six? The floor is lava? Fine, I will. I’m a gymnast; not touching the floor is easy.” With a huff she turned and bounced onto the bed nearest the door, then jumped to the bed she had claimed. She shot a look of pure victory over her shoulder, which he missed, because he was busy unpacking his black duffle on the other bed. Looks like he’d given up the bed debate after ‘winning’ that stupid point; victory was hers!

“Is that duffle Bat-grade?”

He glanced up, giving her a thoroughly unimpressed look. “No, I prefer to use unmarked duffles, and I just grabbed the closest one I had lying around when I packed.”

That was a lie, Steph knew. There was no way Jason ‘Mr. Organizes Recipe Books by Title Alphabetically’ Todd just ‘grabbed’ a duffle and threw his things in it.

Yep. Peeking over the beds, she could see his neatly packed bag arranged like one of those wooden pressure-fit puzzles.

He glanced up again at her unintentional scoff. “What?”

“You are such a liar, Todd. Look at how neatly that bag is packed.--Are those MREs?”

“Obviously.”

“Why?”

“In case we run out of food and it takes us a while to make our way back to Gotham.” The duh was implied. 

“We’re five hours from Gotham, and in one of the largest cities in the world. You think we won’t find food in New York?” Steph questioned incredulously. 

“It’s better to be safe than sorry,” he replied, nonplussed. “With so many people, food might be scarce if something happened.”

She couldn't argue with that. Pulling out her binoculars (actually useful things she packed knowing she’d actually need them for this overnight stakeout), she settled on her bed and began her lookout for their target. 

—

JASON

Jason closed the door to the bathroom, leaving Steph and her luscious watermelony scent behind as a smirk crossed his lips. Hah, she’d taken the bait. Now he could sleep closest to the door and she wouldn’t protest. Also, he’d get to watch her innovative ways of traversing their room to avoid stepping on ‘his’ floor. 

Could he have simply let her claim the window-side bed without making a fuss? Yes, of course, but that was boring. She was rather fun to rile up and argue with, and if he was arguing with her he was focused on the argument instead of her lips. Okay, he was focused on the argument coming from her lips. Fine, he was still focused on her lips, but he liked to pretend he wasn’t so he could ignore the fact that he was falling in love with the most obnoxious, fascinating girl on Earth. 

Returning to the bedroom part of their suite, he immediately noticed Steph mid-jump from one bed to another. She landed on all fours, a bag of trail mix dangling from her mouth. What a view. 

Closing his mouth and quirking a brow, he leaned against the doorframe. “Surprisingly honourable of you to maintain your floorlessness even when I’m not around.”

She turned, spitting the bag from between her teeth and returning the brow raise. “Of course, I’m not a cheater.”

What a bare-faced little liar she was–he’d seen her schemes in Monopoly last game night he attended. She wasn’t half bad at manipulating the card decks. He nodded agreeably. 

“Of course you aren’t…and I’m not a zombie.”

“How dare you?!”

“Quite easily, sweetheart,” he drawled, settling against the head of his bed. Pulling out his phone, he began searching for good hole-in-the-wall restaurants nearby. Maybe they could go if they finished their stakeout early…maybe even call it a date? 

A weight landed on his lap and the air whooshed out of his lungs as he stared at the girl of his dreams kneeling over him, a cute frown on her face as she glared at him in offense. 

“Um, can I help you?” he asked slowly.

“Yeah, you can start by not insinuating I’m a cheater.”

“Oh, I didn’t insinuate, Kitten. You are a cheater.”

“You take that back, or-!”

“Or?” He leaned his head against the padded headboard, baring his neck mockingly. “What will you do, eat all the snacks? Good thing I brought my MREs,” he taunted. 

WIthout warning, she bit his neck and jumped back to her bed before he could register what happened. 

He slapped a hand to his neck over the bite, staring at her in shock. She blinked back at him innocently. He knew ‘Kitten’ was the right nickname. 

“Oh, you have no idea what you just did,” he growled, launching himself onto her bed and caging her between his limbs. 

That hitch in her breath was back, and so were her wide blue eyes. 

“Oh yeah? Watch this.”

Muscle by muscle, she leaned up and bit down purposefully on the other side of his neck, meeting his stare defiantly. 

“If you don’t stop I’m gonna lose it,” he warned her lowly, the heat from her body melting through his clothes until all he wanted was to burn by her heat. 

“Looth wat, yor burginity?” she scoffed, as best she could with her mouth occupied. “I akthept.”

“I am not a virgin,” he informed her firmly, enjoying the feeling of her teeth on his neck. “There’s nothing to accept, except that unless you say stop, you’re not gonna be touching the floor because I fucked you so well your legs won’t work for 2-4 business days.”

In lieu of response, she grasped his hand and dragged it up her body until it rested at the base of her neck, where their whole situationship had started. Firming his grip, he reluctantly pulled her off his neck and met her eyes. 

“Do your worst, not-a-zombie boy,” she taunted. 

A dark chuckle escaped him. “Oh, you asked for it.” Tugging her back to him, he kissed her fiercely, her lips immediately parting so she could bite down on his lower lip. She did taste like watermelon–watermelon and glitter and strangely–yet unsurprisingly–like home.

Her arms wended around his neck, pulling him even closer to her. He obliged, settling even more of his weight on her, hands gliding down her body to cup her ass and pull her legs around his waist till she clung to him like a koala, their bodies melded to each other as much as they could.

He released her throat to comb his fingers through her hair, angling her head for a better angle to continue kissing her. Now that he had started, he never wanted to stop. 

His other hand made its way up her body, slipping under her shirt to caress her bare skin. The rough yet smooth feel of scars underneath his fingertips reminded him yet again that she was one of the strongest women he knew. 

Moving away from her delectable lips, he brushed a strand of hair back from her forehead so he could see her eyes clearly. “Can I take your shirt off?”

~~~

STEPH

Her heart swelled three sizes as she met his gaze. Usually, she kept her shirt on if she hooked up with someone, not ashamed of her scars but not wanting to deal with the stares and questions and pitying looks, whether she explained what happened, fed them a line, or simply refused to elaborate. 

With Jason though, she already knew he’d read her file, he knew what had happened. He had his own scars, there would be no reaction like she got from civilians. It was simply a hazard of the job. 

She nodded, brushing back a lock of his own hair. “Thank you for asking, and yes.” Sitting up a little more, she tugged her shirt up and over, letting it fall somewhere on his floor. He leaned back enough for her to kick off her leggings, too, which met the same fate as her shirt. Her underwear followed. At this rate, she was going to run out of clothes (oh no, whatever will they do).

Jason swiftly had his shirt off and sweet mother of Caroline, his musculature was even more delectable than his gear showed.

He grinned at her speechlessness, the smug man, brushing her mouth with his thumb. “Careful there, you got a bit of drool on ya.” 

She was drooling more places than one, but he couldn’t be smug for more than thirty seconds or the room would implode from containing his ego, so Steph quickly settled the score. Hooking her leg over his and hugging his back and shoulder, she flipped them so that she was now the one straddling him. 

“Jeans off,” she commanded, flicking the button open and undoing the zipper.

He obliged, kicking them off (oh no they were stuck around his thighs she had to feel him up help him get unstuck).

Steph stared at his more-than-decently sized cock, perfectly veiny and already flushed. “You go commando? That can’t be safe.”

“Not usually,” he replied, reaching up to fondle her breasts. “Special occasion: stakeout with you. Who knew if you’d want a quickie if you got bored or something?”

Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she slid down his body (fuck, those thighs, and also, hopefully soon, fuck those thighs?) until she was face to face with his di -nope- his cock was definitely the better word. 

Hm, slow and edgy or fast and mindblowing?

“Gonna do something down there?” his fingers twisted in her hair, providing the perfect amount of pressure. She may have let out a tiny moan. Okay, that settled it. Opening her mouth, she took him in as far as she could immediately.

His hips jerked and his hand tightened around her hair. “Fuck, warn a guy!”

She pulled off and smirked at him. “But that would take all the fun out of it.”

A second time she took him deeply, more prepared now to go even a little further. Setting a steady pace, she began bobbing up and down, swirling her tongue and using her teeth (gently) to pull a symphony of moans and curses from him. It had been a while, but it was nice to see she hadn’t lost her touch, as soon he was pulling her off him by her hair, looking thoroughly wrecked. 

“You are far too good at that,” he rasped. 

She preened smugly at his pronouncement until he settled his hands on her hips and he yoinked her up till she was straddling his face. Teal eyes twinkled up at her. “Hold on.”

“To wha-oh fuck-fuck you!” Her hands instinctively landed on the headboard and his hair as he steadily licked at her core, his nose stimulating her clit in the most spine-tingling way as he ate her out. Did he just moan?

“Did you just moan?”

He moved off her just long enough to confirm that she was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted before returning to his self-appointed task. 

“A little lighter, please,” she gasped out, gathering her bearings and beginning to swirl her hips.

He obliged, gentling the pressure and licking her steadily into an orgasm that made her whole body shake in pleasure. Riding her through it, he added a finger, giving her something to clamp down on while he expertly stroked her g-spot. Done with one, he immediately started for a second, adding another finger, then two, while avoiding her clit so she wouldn’t experience unpleasant overstimulation. It crested much quicker the second time around, overtaking her and leaving nothing but his name on her lips. 

~~~

JASON

She was absolutely stunning when she came in his arms, hair wild, skin flushed, whining his name. He felt incredibly accomplished at that moment. He could die (again) a happy man. 

Steph slid bonelessly off him to curl into his side, her fingers tracing some of the scars on his torso as she caught her breath. He tugged one of her legs between his, wanting to be as close as possible. 

After a couple minutes’ rest, she had regained her bearings and tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. Her hand slipped a little lower, finding his still-erect cock and pumping it slowly. “What’s your favourite position?”

He shrugged. “I like doggy. And cowgirl. And missionary. And standing. and -”

“-okay, okay, you like having sex, got it,” she rolled her eyes in fake annoyance but he caught the smirk on her lips anyways. 

“What’s yours then, Miss Judgy?” He tweaked her nipple, enjoying the little gasp she let out.

“Probably cowgirl or wall sex. Mmm, I bet you’d be good at that. But later. Doggy now.” She got to all fours, brushing her loosened hair over one shoulder. 

Jason happily obliged, rolling a condom on and getting behind her, adjusting her hips as he wanted. Any excuse to touch her, he’d take. Pressing a kiss to the back of her neck, he began pushing in, eyes closing in bliss as her wet heat welcomed him. 

She let out a moan, hips moving back to take him in quicker. “Fuckkk you feel so good.”

“Just wait till I start moving,” he told her, gathering her hair around his fist and moving back out. He started slow, getting used to the feel of being with her, and also enjoying her impatient little whimpers as he refused to speed up.

Steph began moving her hips back with more force to meet his, moaning his name in irritation. “If you’re not gonna go faster will you at least go harder? I need more stimulation!”

Relenting, he began thrusting harder and a little faster, occasionally tugging her head up so he could better hear her pretty cries. This was an experience he never wanted to forget, imprinting it in his memories. “Damn, you’re tight; you’re squeezing me so well, babe.”

He reached around to rub her clit, rubbing two fingers in fast circles as he felt his own release approaching. “That’s it, come for me, babe.”

“Ffffuck, Jasoonnn ‘m coming!” was all the warning he got before her release overtook her with powerful spasms, pushing him over the edge. He quickly pulled out and took the rubber off, painting her ass and lower back in white.

Fuck, he hadn’t come that hard in a while. Once he regained use of his legs, he headed to the ensuite to dampen a towel and returned to wipe Steph down. 

She rolled over once he was done, giving him a sleepy smile. “You okay if I nap a little? You really know how to wear a girl out, damn.”

He smothered a smile, tucking her hair behind her ear and smoothing the sheet over her bare body. “That means I’ve done my job right, Kitten. Enjoy your nap, I’m good for now.”

___

STEPH

The slant of sunlight dancing across her eyelids darkened, making her curious enough to finally open her eyes. The shadow of Jason’s hand covered her face, as he sat perched on the edge of her bed, the binoculars in his other hand focused across the street. 

A soft smile played on her lips as she took in his messy hair, white tank top, and grey sweats that he must’ve pulled on after she fell asleep. He looks so domestic. I want to domesticate him. Whoa, down girl! Was that not enough to satiate you?

“Hey, handsome. What’s up?”

He turned, hand lowering as he saw she was awake and adjusted to the sunlight, an unconscious smile on his face. “Just people watching. Nothing new happening where we want it to be, yet.”

Yawning, she scooched up to lean against the headboard, wrapping her arms around her knees as she gathered her bearings. “Good to hear, I guess. I didn’t miss anything exciting.”

“Nope.” He leaned back, hands finding her feet through the blankets and beginning to rub them. “Are you hungry?”

“I could eat,” she shrugged. “As long as it’s not an MRE,” she added suspiciously. 

He laughed, his head falling back onto his shoulders. “No, I was gonna order from a Vietnamese place down the street.”

“Hm, that sounds good. Whatever you order is fine. I’m gonna take a shower, then.”

He waved her off and returned to his people watching, so she rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. 

___

JASON

By the time Steph emerged in a cloud of fruit-scented steam, he’d gotten the small table dragged over to the window and their respective settings in order. That way they could enjoy their lunch and keep an eye on their suspect at the same time. 

She paused by his bed, fiddling with the ties on her white robe. 

Glancing up, he summoned her with a wave. “Lunch is ready, Your Highness. I figured we can share, or if you don’t like something I’ll eat it.”

“It all looks good,” she demurred, sitting in the chair with its back to the bed. “Good choices.”

“I’ve been craving Vietnamese all week, specifically from that place on North Holden, but I’vebeen too busy to stop by and pick something up. I figured the Melting Pot would have some good pho.” He cracked open the lids on the containers, the savoury aromas wafting around them. 

“That smells amazing,” Steph moaned. 

He side-eyed her at that suspiciously tantalizing sound but simply continued setting their lunch up. “Dig in,” he offered, settling into his chair with a glance out the window. 

She did, ignoring the aromatic and piping hot steam to begin wolfing down her meal. Jason ate more slowly, blowing cool air over his noodles before slurping them up. Their meal was mostly silent, but it was comfortable, neither one pressured to say something or act differently despite their previous actions.

He liked it. He wanted to stay like that for far longer than a weekend stakeout.

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STEPH

After they ate, Steph offered to take her turn watching for their mark while Jason stacked the empty containers neatly on the counter and moved the table back to its hotel-ordained spot. 

The time passed slowly, as there was no indication of anything remotely connected to their mark or investigation. Steph did see two pickpocketings happen below her but that was hardly uncommon, whether she was home in Gotham or visiting in New York. 

Bored, she flopped on the bed and wiggled until she could see Jason on his bed, reading. From her angle she couldn’t make out the title, so she decided to spice up their afternoon by being a brat about it.

Rolling off the far side of her bed, she crawled to the border of his, peeking up to see him ignoring her, thoroughly invested in the novel. He turned a page, the sound loud in their quiet room. 

Steph almost reached up to tickle his feet but paused at the last second as he shifted, thighs flexing as he adjusted his position and planting evil ideas in her mind. She surfaced by the head of the bed, laying her head on his thigh as she nudged her way to the front of the book to see its cover and title. He lifted it out of her way, looking down at her with an arched eyebrow. 

“Something the matter, Blondie?”

“Yeah. I can’t see what you’re reading.”

He huffed out a soft snort. “And that’s why you’re invading my personal space? Sure.”

“It’s an awkward angle to see!” she defended herself, shifting so her hair wasn’t pulled by the weight of her head (and incidentally, further up his thigh).

“Riighhtt,” he drawled, closing the book with a snap and placing it on the night table, spine away from her. “I think you’re just bored and being a brat. Getting awfully comfy here, aren’t you?”

“Nice pillows,” she shrugged, blinking innocently up at him. He ran a hand through his hair, mussing the white bangs in a way-too-hot manner. Of course his biceps flexed and of course his collarbones looked more biteable than ever and of course-

“Pillows? I think they make a better seat, personally.”

“Is that an invitation?”

“Since when did you need an invitation to do anything, Spoiler?” he taunted. 

…Fair ‘nuf. 

Steph climbed up and settled over his thighs, running one hand through his hair and one up his arm to his shoulder. 

“You’re right, it is a good seat. Would be better if it was one of those massaging recliners,” she hinted, slowly rocking her hips. 

“Oh, that comes with the premium package, not this free trial.”

The seam of her shorts finally hit all the right spots and made her ride more enjoyable. “Oh yeah? What else does the premium package come with? And how much does it cost?”

He leaned back, baring his throat to her (of course she had to take advantage and lick a stripe up). “The premium package costs daily kisses and requires sleeping in the same bed every night, plus it comes with the title of ‘boyfriend’ and regular date benefits.”

His eyes met hers, unguarded, serious, vulnerable. 

She paused, frozen. “Are you serious?”

“...yes.”

She tilted her head in thought. “That’s a steal, for sure. Can I take the deal now before the offer runs out and/or products run out of stock? I’m kind of attached to this model, you see.”

“Deal. Just made it before the sale ended. Fortunately for you, it only comes with this model.” 

The smile on his face made her feel too many things, and her heart hurt a little. “Good.” She leaned back, resting on her behind instead of her knees, laughing in relief at their shared silliness. “Hey, boyfriend.”

He leaned up, nuzzling his nose against hers. “Hey yourself, girlfriend.”

“Do you think you could show your new girlfriend some of the benefits she can expect to receive?” she leaned back just enough to count the freckles on the bridge of his nose-a soft detail on his otherwise rough, masculine features. 

His answering grin was devious. “Your wish is my command.”

A/N 2: if i didn't end it there it'd be another two months+. also for those wondering about the small thread of plot in there yeah they got the evidence they were looking for on that stakeout in between rounds 👍they dropped it off at the cave and then set off to pull a Mary Shelley. Interested in JaySteph? Check out the 18+ JaySteph Discord server! Whether you're an author, artist, silent fan, or just curious about these two and why we ship 'em, there's a spot for you!

[yurozo]

resident evil headcanons (restaurant au)

characters: leon, chris, jill, claire, rebecca, ada, luis, carlos, wesker. a/n: this was created as a joke between me and my friends that completely spiralled out of control. maybe the stupidest au i've ever created. wesker and friends hit me up if you wanna use this warnings: vulgar language. sorry, i'm canadian, we swear a lot here.

chris redfield (bartender): he's one of the first hires, and has been working as the head bartender forever. he absolutely loves to lowkey trauma dump on customers unknowingly, only to shake the mixer after just to avoid the awkward silence. the owner has had to move the tv's out of the way of the bar because chris will only look at the screen and fuck up every single drink during a big game. refuses leon everytime he tries to come up to the bar for drinks. he knows when it's him, leon always tries to input it in the system as a customer order for a table that isn't occupied, but he always orders his whiskey in a very specific way that outs him. chris will pour it out in front of him to make a point. he eventually had to make a memo about not letting leon take drinks from the bar anymore. to customers, he is every older woman's wet dream. he knows that flexing his biceps will rake him in more tips, so he does it often. also does it when women are being hit on by creepy men to scare them away. the night that he wears tight turtlenecks are his big paycheck days. chris will never admit that he likes when people squeeze his arms. chris is the guy that everyone has a crush on when they first start working there, it's basically an initiation rite at this point. he's the friendliest one of the bunch and gives wholesome big bro vibes and it makes him absolutely irresistible to new hires. (x reader) if you're working alongside chris in the bar, prepare to constantly run into him. he's a massive guy, and maneuvering around a little bar with that hunk is near impossible without a couple collisions. after a while, he's learned to put a gentle hand on your back whenever he has to move behind you, all for the sake of "workplace safety". he loves to sneak food from the kitchen and share it with you, but this man eats like a horse. like the chefs are genuinely surprised on how much food this man can physically fit inside his body, but he will always leave a portion for you. it takes him a long time to make a move because he's afraid of ruining your friendship and workplace relationship. leon kennedy (server): he got hired a little after everyone else, and got put onto the waitstaff because of his looks. however, this man is super awkward with patrons despite being super popular with older women. he's always getting propositions to get set up with someone's daughter and he always unknowingly shoots them down. (customer: "you're really cute, leon: "ok.") he always makes little jokes to lighten the mood and it is an instant vibe killer. the only people who like them are the old ladies who think he's cute, and dads who genuinely think he's funny.

as for the whiskey incident, leon has tried multiple times to pretend being a bartender when chris is on break to sneak himself a drink. he claims that it makes him better at serving, but three broken trays and countless shattered glasses say otherwise.

leon does have kind of a blank expression when patrons try and get him to cut them deals or do stuff for them. he will immediately go back and scream by himself in the freezer after a difficult customer interaction. has cried silently in the freezer after food got in his hair. (x reader) leon always smells like american crew hair pomade, and always showers himself in cologne on shifts he knows he's working with you. you smiled at him one time in the middle of a rush and he had to sit on the curb to collect himself. leon has a horrible tendency to get distracted whenever you're in his general vicinity, and will completely ignore customers whenever you walk by with literal hearts in his eyes. he's one of the fastest people to make a move, mostly because he lacks any form of subtlety. he always offers to drive you home, always offers to take you out to dinner after work like you already don't work in food service, and always keeps something in his bag for you. he loves to lowkey fuck with you on shifts, like putting an ice cube down your shirt to make you pay attention to him. jill valentine (hostess):

another og worker, and the most no-nonsense of them all, especially with customers. if the wait time is thirty minutes, then you're waiting thirty goddamn minutes. she does not care who you supposedly know. she has gotten a couple writeups for visibly rolling her eyes when large parties come in without a reservation. jill demands a break every thirty minutes to sit with chris on the curb while he smokes a cigarette. she calls it her mental health breaks.

pointedly does not listen to leon when he asks her to stop seating people in her section. her favourite past-time is to seat all the old women obsessed with him at his tables to watch him flounder. also gives leon's number out to people who try and hit on her at the job. she's also the only person who can scare the owner, so jill gets away with a lot more than most people. her and carlos often hang out after shifts to drink beer and play pool. her and claire have regular girls nights where jill's convinced into facemasks and terrible movies that only have a one star rating on whatever pirated movie website claire pays for. (x reader) every attempt you make to ask her on a date goes completely over her head. it's only at chris' intervention that she finally gets the hint and takes you out to dinner. she ends up having her own shelf of stuff at your apartment within a week, and she's more than happy to drive you to work everyday. if you have a pet, prepare for jill to come over to spoil it rotten and feign ignorance when you confront her about it. another victim of the 'takes extra long to get ready on shifts you work together'. she knows you like her arms, so she's wearing short sleeves or tanks whenever she has the opportunity, and silently preens in your attention. carlos, (line cook):

without a doubt, the line cooks are the vibe bringers of the restaurant. carlos always takes a hit off his dab pen before coming in, because he claims it makes his cooking taste better. he always gives food to the female servers at any given opportunity, and pretends to not know what the male servers are talking about when they bring it up. (is the reason for 90% of the memos regarding workplace behaviour).

carlos always smells like old spice and food, and there is almost nothing that could break his good mood during a shift. he really is just happy to be there. he's very particular on how the freezer is organized, but loved to label the items wrong to piss off the others (spinch). his mother taught him how to cook, so he has a dedicated dish named after her. carlos always comps her meals when she comes in and doesn't tell anybody about it.

as for the other employees, carlos torments them. he loves to play his own music in the kitchen but has a wildly inappropriate taste for work music. chris banned him from the speaker officially after only playing doja cat for three hours. however, him and luis love to carpool and play brazilian funk with all the windows rolled down at max volume. those two are not allowed to work together too much. he also has a mobile game rivalry with leon, so anytime carlos is missing from the kitchen, you'll find him in the bathroom on his phone. just follow the shitty iphone game music.

(x reader) in all honesty, carlos is the man that's hooked up with the most employees. the mans charm is undeniable. but he has a particular soft spot when it comes to you-- you get to taste-test every dish, there's always a nice cold glass of water waiting for you, and carlos will take the fall for every fuckup at your table. he'll introduce you to his mom when she comes in, but is secretly terrified at how well the two of you get along. don't even get him started on bringing his siblings into the place, he would never hear the end of it. carlos received another memo after engaging in too much pda at work after the two of you got together.

claire redfield (waitress):

one of the main reasons for all the positive google reviews. it's not that she's naturally a super bubbly person, but claire knows how to turn it on and off when her shift starts. jill puts most of the families in her section since claire has a natural gift with kids. however, she is extremely biased when it comes to the food. her face always tells you exactly what she thinks of a dish.

since chris is always within eyesight of her, whenever difficult customers give her problems, she loves to sic chris on them. even just having him stand behind her is enough to give her leverage over someone trying to haggle on a bill. and with carlos' willingness to give food to pretty girls, she never goes hungry during a shift. the girl has her whole shift figured out on a system. she also knows exactly when the lull in service is going to be so she can take extended bathroom breaks.

out of everyone, she's the one to organize after-work hangouts, whether by putting gentle reminders into the group chat, or straight up bullying people to come (ie. jill). everyone always knows when she pulls up from the sound of her engine, but she refuses to let anyone on it. especially luis or leon, for insurance reasons.

(x reader) this girl has the uncanny ability to know what you need, and when you need it. forgot an iced tea for table 20? it's already in her hand on the way. it's her nice little way of showing what a good girlfriend she would be, that she can anticipate your needs. for every group hangout, you are the first person she texts and the primary benefactor of the tips she makes. claire is a no bullshit kind of woman, and when she wants you, you will know. she'll always ask you to hang out, always compliment how you look, tell you constantly how good you are at your job. maybe she'll let you ride behind her on the motorcycle just for the excuse of having your arms around your waist, and does that hot thing where she rubs your arms with her thumb at red lights.

rebecca chambers (head waitress):

dear old rebecca, truly the glue holding everything together. she's incredibly sweet to customers, and to most of the employees. the only reason the floor runs properly is her by the book attitude and highly perceptive personality. nothing is getting by rebecca. she's leon's number two nemesis for being able to drink on the job, and chris' number one nemesis for smoking outside. this woman has the nose of a bloodhound when someone is about to do something stupid.

despite her appearance, everyone is afraid to make her angry. she's lost her shit a total of one time, but it was enough for everyone to be on their best behaviour. she does have a tendency to make passive aggressive comments with such a sickly sweet smile on her face, that you won't even realize she insulted you until long after she's walked away.

least favourite part of the job? she is a hit with old men. they can never leave her alone. second least favourite part? finding ways to sneak vitamins into certain employees food so they can live to see another day. the way that some of the others operate is enough to give her grey hairs.

(x reader) rebecca is intelligent and ambitious, and more than willing to make sacrifices when it comes to you. she's more than happy to take the fall on a screwup if it gets you out of it, wanting nothing more than your smile in return. her main tactic of getting to know you is inviting you over to watch movies, inconspicuously of course, so she can ask you questions over the whole thing. overall, she's an acts of service girl, but is much more subtle about it than claire is. you need a meal prep plan? she's your woman. she wants nothing more than to take care of you, to make your life as easygoing as possible. but the true way to her heart is any form of baked goods. if you make a habit of bringing her pastries before a shift, she's putty in your hands.

ada wong, (head chef):

this woman, god help her, has the hardest job out of them all. not only does she have to babysit her two line cooks, but she's also responsible for cleaning up all the fuckups the waitstaff make. her saving grace is the fact that everyone else is terrified of her, creating a wide berth every time she picks up a knife. everyone can always hear her scolding carlos in the kitchen, who just brushes it off with a laugh.

despite the chaos of a kitchen, ada has the impeccable ability to never get food on herself. even after the dinner rush there is not a single hair out of place, looking just as perfect as when she started. every ingredient is measured precisely, every fda standard met and upheld-- pretty much the counterforce to carlos and luis. secretly, she loves when carlos has control of the speaker, but she would rather die than admit it.

the second an overcomplicated modification comes in, the temperature of the kitchen immediately drops. why the hell does she pore over a menu just for some middle-aged man to think he knows better than her? despite her no-nonsense attitude, she does secretly love fucking with leon. only luis knows about her secret tinder account that she catfished leon on with some fake woman in romania.

(x reader) ada is a woman in tune with herself, in tune with what and who she wants. the second she gets attached, she will display clear favouritism. every new recipe she tries is given to you for taste-testing, claiming that you will always give her the truth. it's a lie, she just like seeing the grin on your face when you enjoy it. if anyone asks her about it, she will vehemently deny it, claiming that you're the only one competent enough at your job. her asking you out is more of a demand than it is a question: this place, this time, wear that dress you know i like. she's not huge fan of pda at the workplace, but she'll always give you that look that screams, just wait until i get my hands on you later.

luis sera (line cook):

this man does not operate on a recipe, he operates on la pasion. really, it just means the foods always a tad spicier than it should be. he also sings obnoxiously loud in the kitchen, to the point that patrons can hear it if they're seated close enough. this man obeys ada for the most part, but he's honestly never touched a measuring cup in his life. he'll stop pouring when his ancestors tell him to stop pouring. however he has the uncanny ability to know exactly when meat is within three degrees of whatever temp they need it cooked to.

the waitstaff either love him or hate him. luis playfully flirts with everyone in his line of sight. who could blame him? he's stuck in a kitchen all day and everyone at this restaurant is unbearably attractive. mostly, he just likes seeing their reactions. leon adamantly begs claire to fetch his plates from the kitchen for him, because luis calls him prince charming every time, and leon hates it.

there's a rumour going around that he got drunk after a shift and made out with another employee, but no one knows who it is. there's a restaurant-wide betting pool on potential victims. also, since luis is the only person who knows about the catfish incident, he loves to ask leon innocuous question while feigning innocence about the whole thing. he's just really invested in his love life, he swears.

(x reader) if you think the flirting is bad towards leon, just wait until he catches an eyeful of you. it is a nonstop barrage of witty compliments, offers to go dancing (or clubbing), and pick-up lines that were definitely picked up off the internet. he's a suave guy, don't get me wrong, but he most definitely gets too many of his ideas from old romance novels. at some point he gives up, telling you straight that he wants to take you out, for reals, and cook you a nice home-cooked meal. maybe some wine. maybe more, if you'll let him. luis is another person who displays clear favouritism, and tries to convince ada into naming a dish after you. it has a horribly cheesy name, but it tastes wonderful and he loves shooting you a wink every time you see him making it (he always makes that dish more carefully than any of the others).

wesker (manager):

this man bought the damn place in a last ditch attempt to save himself from bankruptcy, and unknowingly entangled himself into the lives of the dumbest twenty year olds he's ever met in his life. the only person that he kind of tolerates is ada, because she runs that kitchen like it's the military, and he can respect how batshit terrifying she is. he has a particular vendetta against chris for reasons he can't name, but since chris brings in a lot of money, he can't really refuse. he mostly gets that frustration out by pinning things on chris that leon most definitely did.

he's rarely seen on the actual floor, usually just hanging in the back on the computer doing whatever the fuck he does. (he's playing farmville, but no one knows it's him because of a pseudonym. he also does not know how to turn the music off so if you stand at the right position outside the door you can hear it.)

when he is seen out on the floor, he's wearing the most obnoxious sunglasses and leather jacket known to man, and stalks around the bar to watch for mistakes. you know you fucked up around wesker when there's a sneer on his face. the place almost got robbed once, and wesker threw a punch so fast that everyone stopped trying to piss him off after that.

(x reader) truthfully, he doesn't act too much different around you. it takes months to catch onto the little quirks that show his softness-- just a slight ease in his eyebrow, a softer pitch when addressing you directly. he'll still chew you out for mistakes, but he forgets about it long before he'll let anyone else slide. if things did eventually progress between the two of you, that manager's office is staying locked.

thank y'all for reading! this ended up being way longer than i thought it was going to be lol.

[wishfuldivine]

Gaz getting his neck licked by Ghost?

He was out training the recruits. The weather was piss poor. Absolutely hotter than the fucking devil's ass crack and it was beginning to make everyone want to drench themselves in cold water or worse, die.

The new batch of meat had arrived a couple of days ago, and Price had so humbly given him the order for this duty.

'Take them under your wings, Gaz.'

And now, here he was. Sweating buckets while having to teach these amateurs how to get it done.

They have been going for more than an hour now, when he finally decided to take pity on their souls. After all, he understood how it could be. He had been a rookie once.

"Alright! It's a ten minute break and then we're back at it! Don't want to carry your ass to medical for passing out."

He saw how they all sighed in relief and hurried to hydrate themselves under the nice shaded area. A small snort escaped him when some dropped down dramatically in hopes of resting.

"Holdin' on well, Garrick?"

He raised a brow and turned to look at the lieutenant. Sometimes, he wondered how the fuck is it that Ghost never melted under that mask and uniform. It left him completely perplexed. But then, he dismisses it by Ghost just being Ghost.

"Better than Cap, that's for sure." He answered with amusement. His beautiful brown eyes twinkled along.

"Here, came to give you this."

He looked down and hummed. It was his sacred tumbler. It is more than likely filled with fresh cold water.

"Appreciate it, mate."

He opened it up and took very long sips. The cold water went down his throat like heaven. He moaned lightly at that.

He continued without giving a shit that some had spilled on his lips, to his chin, and finally down to his neck.

It wasn't until he finished and was about to wipe himself off with his hand when a gloved hand stopped him and then felt a tongue on his neck.

His eyes widened. Ghost was licking his neck. The lieutenant was licking his neck. He gasped lightly at that since it was absolutely unexpected.

And just as fast as it came, it was gone. His cheeks burned and not due to the disgusting weather.

"There we go, lad. See you later. You already know where."

He immediately composed himself, cleared his throat, and nodded. A small smirk appeared on his lips.

It was going to be a wild night.

[morea-alicia]

Day 2 of 100 Days of Smutty Dramione Drabbles

WARNING !! MINORS DNI !! 18+ CONTENT !!

Here are 100, 100 word, smutty Dramione drabbles inspired by THIS prompt list by @tumbleweed-writes

Find the masterlist HERE

Day 2: "So good, and all just for me."

“Are you my present, Granger?” He smirked, prowling towards her. “Forget my birthday, did you?”

Yes.

Instead, she bit her lip; suggestively tugging at the loose ribbons that held her decency, hoping he would forgive her. This one time.

But, alas, Draco is a petty man. Repeatedly robbing her release for the following three, agonising, hours; satin ribbons repurposed to chafe painfully around her wrists and ankles. 

A moan escapes her; the sound hoarse and straining, her ears flooded by sounds akin to a kitten lapping at spilt milk.

“So good,” he purrs, lost in the valley between her thighs, “and all just for me.”

[alienoresimagines-archive]

Those drunk confessions are so good for clegan. What do you think of #17?

Hiii, I hope you're well <3 It's been SO long but here it is, finally, 8.9k words of Buck and Bucky yearning for each other :)

Clegan Masterlist

17 : "I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?" "You’re not doing anything." "But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?" by @creativepromptsforwriting here

Are there some aces up your sleeve? (Have you no idea that you're in deep?) | Buck x Bucky (Link to AO3)

“You’re so pretty, Buck.” John’s gaze flicks up and down his face before his face softens in a way that has Gale’s knees weak and his heart kicking up. One of John’s hands comes up to his face, slow like John’s expecting him to bolt but he stays frozen in place. His breathing is ragged, and he might be on fire but then the tip of John’s forefinger gently traces a line on his cheekbone, where Gale knows his skin is dotted with beauty marks he’s never paid much attention to before this moment. They seem like the most important thing now, and something twirls in his stomach as Gale struggles to keep his gaze on John’s face without flushing bright red. John giggles gently then, his voice breathy with what can only be wonder. “You even got stars lovin’ you.” Or A night out featuring an arrogant lieutenant and a drunk Bucky might just shift Gale and John's friendship forever.

Snippet under the cut ;)

For someone for whom anger has always been the greatest fear, Gale should not feel so warm at the evidence of John being so angry on his behalf but he can’t help it. As he rises to his feet, John looks up at him with a frown etched on his face, blue eyes sharp and worried. Not reaching out to soothe the lines on his forehead with his fingers is a battle Gale worries he’ll lose, so he squeezes John’s shoulder instead as he shimmies over him out of the booth. Before he can leave though, John reaches out to loosely hold his wrist, eyebrows pinched together as his eyes flicker all over Gale’s face, drunkenness seemingly forgotten. 

“Buck, you sure about this? I’ll punch the bastard, you don’t-”

“It’s fine, Bucky. I’ve been sittin’ in this booth for so long anyway, I was starting to get restless.” John still doesn’t look convinced, halfway to a full standing position.

“Besides,” Gale grins again, feeling the wild thump of his heart and the adrenaline already flowing through his veins, “I’ve had a very good baseball teacher, and his honor being sullied just won’t do.” 

John blinks, eyes wide and searching, and Gale feels too exposed, like a dog presenting its belly. But then, just as his palms start to sweat and his shoulders tense, John makes a sound caught between a laugh and a scoff.

“You fell asleep the only time I tried teaching you the rules.” John’s mouth quirks in a soft smile, and embarrassment creeps up his neck but Gale can’t bring himself to care, not when his chest feels so light he could be floating under John’s undivided attention.

“I did not.”

John raises an eyebrow teasingly and a genuine smile pulls at Gale’s lips. 

“It’d been a long week.” He protests half-heartedly, though he’s well aware his slumber at that time had more to do with how John had felt so warm and safe next to him. Gale hadn’t even realized he’d fallen asleep until he’d woken up with his head on John’s shoulder as the other desperately and valiantly tried to keep still.

You can find the rest here and my other Clegan fics here ! ❤️

[miss-ali-lawliet]

Meet my mouthwashing oc, Margot! Down below I will put down her info for you to get the gist of her character! She's my main oc in the fandom, and I adore her greatly.

She is endgame is Curly/Anya but pre-during game she finds herself stuck in a toxic relationship with Jimmy unfortunately, but depending on the verse she's in, she's able to break free and to pave a better future for herself (and a possible child she may have)

General info

Name: Margot

Nicknames: Maggie, Mags, May, Mar, etc.

Age: Early-mid thirties.

Gender: Female

Pronouns She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual / Poly

Height: 5'3

Extra: American

Looks

Hair:. She originally has brunette hair with a slight wave, but she dyed her hair to be a much lighter brown/almost blonde. Her darker roots show though. She also tends to style it via tying it in a low ponytail.

Skin: Margot has fair skin with freckles dotting her face and body.

Eyes: Her eyes are a pretty blue, looks gray in some lighting

Body type: She has a feminine body, her stomach isn't the flattest as it's a bit soft. But her time on the Pony Express has her losing weight over time.

Style: She wears the standard uniform like the others, but she likes to wear silly earrings and chokers to add more of a flair of her personality. Her favorite earrings are her strawberry ones.

Extra: Has a nose and ear piercings.

Background

The gist of Margot's backstory is that she grew up relatively well. She had a good upbringing with her family for the most part, and once she was old enough she would go to schooling for psychology and teaching. Initially going to be a therapist/counselor, she would get her main job as an elementary art teacher and a counselor that was willing to help her students. 

She LOVED her job and students very much, she even had a great reputation in the school and despite being the art teacher, a lot of students would end up going to her for support, to the point she was offered to be a secondary school counselor of sorts. Unfortunately, after years of her dedication to the school, things wouldn't last. Some issues occured to the point that she was let go from her job, likely issues with some parents or the school-board and district itself, or even worse it seemed to come out of no where. 

It absolutely devastated her, losing her job. It led to some rather poor coping skills afterwards as she tried to find work, but thankfully she would find herself in luck as her father knew someone who worked for the Pony Express company, getting her a recommendation and suggesting to her that this was a good break she needed to figure herself. It gave her a good payment at the end hopefully, and some time away from home to try to get herself back in order mentally so that when she came back, she could get back into the groove of things.

How could she say no to that? 

 Misc things

Likes: Food, she loves having sweets and healthy food like fruits and veggies or something with meat, she tries to eat healthy at least but she has her weaknesses. She likes funky jewelry and accessories and appearing nice/presentable, animals, having a connection with someone in some way (as friends or more), giving a voice to the voiceless. Sometimes questionable taste in people. 

Dislikes: Being alone for long periods of time, bitter tasting food, the taste of alcohol even if she drinks it sometimes, not being understood, making others feel negatively, feeling way too much or nothing at all. 

Bad habits/coping skills: Smoking, sleeping with others to try to feel something, drinking at times. Margot even tries to make herself look better than she actually is feeling for the sake of not causing issues/concerns for herself.

Fears: On top of the basic fear of death, she fears failure/being stuck somewhere she hates. She also fears not being there to help/do something when she can. She also has a fear of fire. She even has a fear of losing control over herself and situations.

Mental illness: Depression and anxiety are the main ones she's suffered all her life, it's only worsened after losing her dream job. Also has BPD (undiagnosed).