#but excited ... i miss being kissed and touched and shit honestly

[7nessasaryevils]

We are back, my beloveds!!! Ep 8 what fresh hell awaits me??

- WE COMING OUT SWINGING SON OF A BITCH: yak's little smile and the immediate way he goes to take off the necklace cause he knows... his heart is someone else's now 😭😭

- bolster light effect my beloved... how I have missed you 🥺🥺🥹

- "if you take it back again, you're a dead man": tell me you're married without telling me you're married

- this boxer is yours.... FUCKING LET ME BREATHE ITS NOT EVEN A MINUTE INTO THE SHOW

- Dee taking accountability for how his words hurt Yak... ohhh emotional growth how wondrous you are

- man said "you broke up with me" SIR YOU WEREN'T EVEN DATING

- Dee leading Yak back home (count one of I'm so fucking fine)

- the Phadetsuk family is under my protection and if someone breathes on them wrong I'll sit on them NO ONE TOUCHES MY BABIES

- Yak's stomach growled and my dumbass thought it was my stomach growling....

- awwww family dinner time!

- Cher being fucking awesome as always

- Taem... darling... the sad glow in your eyes is hurting me 🥺 you had your chance with Yak...

- of course Yak didn't answer; he was too busy cuddling his Mho Dee ♥️

- Yak, sir... I see you... whatchu thinking in that pervy head of yours hmmmm? 🤨🤨🤨

- never mind... I know exactly what is going on in that PERVY head of yours 🤣🤣🤣

- OIL MASSAGES MY SEXY BELOVED

- gentlemen!!! Avert your gazes!!! 🤣

- awww Dee trying to understand more about Yak's world

- the most fashionable Grim Reaper is back.... and continues to scare the shit out of me

- Dee knows something's wrong!!! Yeah baby, get ready to call out your man!

- the fact that Dee knows about the hallucinations Yak saw... that means Yak told him!

- Ter... you lowlife dried up dog shit human turd crap being... may your scrubs always have a rip in them! May your phone never charge! MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE AN IN GROWN TOE NAIL!!!

- LIKE FUCK DEE IS GONNA GO WITH YOU YOU FLOPPY DICK

- hehehehehegegege jealousy my beloved how wonderful you look upon Yoryak Phadetsuk 🥰🥰

- I don't know whether to be endeared about how excited Yak is to eat Dee's cooking... or fucking terrified because Yak is about to eat Dee's cooking

- the food is edible???

- COSTUME FASHION SHOW (although Yak being unsure about the whole thing but still trying for Dee's sake 🥺🥺🥺 count two of I'm fucking fine)

- GRANDMAMAMMAAMMAAMAMAMAMAMA QUEEN I HAVE MISSED YOU GUYS SHES BACK

- the irony of Yak being able to coordinate fights but unable to dance in rhythm 🤣🤣🤣

- wha- wait- what do- WHAT DO YOU MEAN FAKE BOYFRIENDS!!! YOU KISSED!!! ON THE LIPS!!! YOU'RE MARRIED NOW!!! WHAT NONSENSE AM I LISTENING TO

- disappear comp- ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?!?

- I'm about to commit violence... pretty sure Kao and Granmama would help me

- product placement... my goodness I forgot what you looked like 😅🤣

- nooooooooo cute product placement!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹 I'm suddenly violently thrown back to the Miscellar water scene from BBS

- THE MARRIAGE EQUALITY BILL IM GONNA FUCKING THROW UP IM SO FUCKING GWENCHANA RIGHT NOW

- "let's register for marriage" NO ONE FUCKING TOUCH ME (this show better end with Yei and Cher having rings on their fingers, that's all I'm saying)

- you've never pro- oh gods oh gods is this happening is it it?!?!?

- ITS HAPPENING IT IS FUCKING FUCKING FUCK (COUNT 3 OF IM SO FUCKING GODDAMN FINE)

- speaking very honestly and seriously though: something in me breaks in the very best way watching Oyei ask Cher to marry him because they can. This is a thing that is very real for them. And it's beautiful.

- I love you Taem but girl.... you doing me a heckin annoyance- what is with that face???

- we're faking dat- sir when you start blow drying a dude's hair with that look in your eye YOU'RE FUCKING MARRIED!

- THAT'S A WEDDING GROOM OUTFIT YOU DUMB FUCKS WHY AM I SURROUNDED BY STUPID GAYS (all except Cher and Kao... they have all the brain cells)

- oh no... oh no no no no (remembers the scene from the trailer last week with Taem and Ohm) I do not like this nope nope no

- GET YOUR FUCKING HAND OFF HER IM GOING TO STAB A TWIN

- oh gods... the need in me to tell Yak to help Taem but also Dee's heartbroken face!!!

- THE DESI IN ME REJOICES!!!! I SEE YOU MY SARI WEARING BESTIE!!!!

- fuck no fuck no fuck no go away Ter curses upon you you flip floppy cock

- just one word- here's TWO words: fuck you

- also, Ter is an absolute asshole because Kwan is the one he's here's with and yet he goes to Dee to essentially say "oh I'll drop her for you in a heartbeat"... tell me you're an asshole without telling me you're an asshole

- Ter and Ohm sitting in a tree, both being A S S H O L E!

- GET YOUR HAND- YAK THROW HANDS NOW!!!

- fuck yeah report his fucking ass!!!!

- WHY ARE THESE ASSHOLES TOUCHING PEOPLE- where's my machete I need to chop appendages

- push him away push him away push him away for fucks sake Dee push him away

- oh thank fuck (could have shoved him harder is all I'm saying)

- THROWING HIS WORDS BACK AT HIM FUCK YEAH DEE THAT'S MY BOY

- Dee says it wasn't out of sarcasm... I don't care, I'm going to my grave with that broken look on Ter's face (honestly Dee, sweetheart, I'm so proud of you though; you know your worth)

- calling Ter pichai is perfect because Dee is finally distancing himself from this man; breaking the ties of familiarity and putting him where he belongs: in the trash as a fellow doctor

- if I had a quarter for every time I wanted to chuck my phone at a wall because a dickhead is touching one of my babies... I'd have a whole ass dollar... WHICH IS FAR TOO MANY QUARTERS!!!!

- Vivi.... remind me to erect temples for you too, my sweet desi wearing queen ♥️

- Kwan, you deserve better. The entire fucking hospital deserves better than that piece of shit quack doctor.

- wait is he.. he is... please let that be...

- FUCK YEAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

- look at my princes dancing!!! My kings!!!

- do I take extra joy in watching Ter shoved off to the side? YOU FUCKING BET I DO

- ohhhhhh sir... sir are you gonna ask him to da- oh

- SJNWHEENJDNWJSSNS FUCK YEAH I LOVE YOUS

- say it back Dee SAY IT BACK!!!!

- WHAT DO YOU MEAN END CREDIT?!?

- HPV info my beloved 🥰🥰♥️

- you're going all out to win him over: WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING BEFORE?!

- oh no oh no no no no that makes me scared...

Well, this episode had me wanting to bang my head into a wall thanks to two assholes but on the whole, a lovely episode!!! I cannot wait to see how next week fucks me up!

[yo9urt]

posting this here bc i’m really not sure where else to share it and i need it off my chest ... i think i’m gonna have a hookup tomorrow ??????

[chaotic-mystery]

I have something for a request.

So Joel promised your father he would protect you from the Clickers and other people.

So you and Joel are walking through the forest and you start to annoy him. Because you are constantly asking how long does it take to get to the destination.

Joel had enough so he takes your virginity and your ass virginity roughly. So you shut up.

pairing: Post Outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

content warnings: DARK CONTENT AHEAD, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+ only. Non-consensual that turns consensual. You are responsible for what you read. Daddy kink, rough sex, assplay if you close an eye, pet names galore (little one, pet, playtoy, baby girl, Joel refers to himself as daddy, you get the picture.) mean!Joel, Dark!Joel, choking, reader has hair long enough to pull, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, dacryphilia, pull out game strong, this is post outbreak but before Ellie so you know he got that stamina, Joel takes your virginity. LET ME KNOW IF I'VE MISSED ANYTHING. ||word count: 1.9k || follow @chaoticnotifs so you don't miss anything!||

authors note: This is so out of my normal and honestly I hope I did it justice! I know this isn't everyone's thing and that's okay! I personally pictured game Joel but that's just my preference. As always I love you all 🖤

“Will you please shut the fuck up?! All that goddamn talkin’ you’re doin, you’re gonna get us killed, Jesus Christ.” Joel barked as he turned on his heel, his rifle in hand. Joel promised your dad to keep you safe and while he has for a few years, it hasn’t been the easiest thing to do. You talked way too much for Joel’s liking but a promise was a promise.

“I’m just asking how much longer until we get to the tower…fuck me.” You grumble, annoyed at him for being so moody today. You were sweaty and tired, wanting to go back to the QZ in your little apartment you shared with Joel. He was over all your bullshit for today, sick of your smartass mouth just running and running without any repercussions.

“What’d you say t’me, little girl?” He snaps, the rifle falling to his side as his hand wraps around your throat and he pushes you into a tree trunk. The bark was hard against your back and scratched you, but it was nothing compared to the feeling you were having on your windpipe.

“N-nothing, Joel- nothing!” The words barely choked out of you, just enough for him to hear you beg.

“All you’ve been doin’ since we’ve been out here is talkin’ your pretty head off. What did I tell ya not even five minutes ago? Use that big girl voice since you wanna be big and bad.” Joels lips ghosted over the shell of your ear before he presses a rough sloppy kiss on your cheek. This was all so sudden, so new to you. No one has ever touched you like this, especially an older man like Joel. He was aggressive and mean, didn’t care about the fact his grip on your throat was tightening. He wasn’t in the mood to ask if any of this was okay with you, where his hands were quickly traveling to, none of it. Joel wanted to take what he wanted from you without you running your mouth.

A deep grumble erupts from Joel against your face, another sloppy kiss on your cheek while his tongue licks against your flesh. “Say it again, now.”

“I was just asking if we were close to the tower and-d that I was s-sorry-y!” You cried out, squirming under his touch trying to free yourself. With your back squished against the tree, there was nowhere to go. All you could do was plead and beg for him to let go and leave you be.

“What was that last part you’re leavin’ out, sweetheart?” The smirk on his face is so present in his tone you don’t even need to look at him. Joel’s freehand comes up your side, brushing against the bare skin peaking above your jeans. He could feel you trembling with fear and excitement. Joel knew you were still a virgin, he never let you out of his sight and always took the same work shifts as you so he could keep you close.

“I-ah shit- I said fuck me but I didn’t mean it like th-” Joels hand creeps up to your jaw and grabs it roughly, squishing your cheeks together and your eyes met his.

“Don’t care how you meant it sweetheart, planned on doin’ that anyway.” His smirk never faded and he without warning rips your jeans down, your panties tangled in them as the fabric bunches around your knees. The whimper that escaped your lips didn’t phase Joel as his hands wandered up your thighs to your slick covered cunt.

The guttural groan he let out rattled through your bones enough to make a chill run down your spine.

“Fuck are you so wet for, huh little one? Couldn’t control yourself could ya? Probably love the idea of being my playtoy while I take what I want and you’re beggin’ me to quit..but you know daddy won’t do that.” With his hand covering your mouth and squeezing tightly, your pleads were so muffled he could barely make out what you were saying.

Joel unbuckles his belt and pushes his pants to his ankles before he grabs you by the back of your neck and spins you around, forcing you against the tree once more as his hand pushes against the small of your back to make you arch for him. His hand reaches around your hips to dip down between your folds, rubbing harshly on your clit as the head of his cock nudged against your ass cheek.

You tried everything to pry his hand away from your mouth but he only squeezed tighter, growling at your attempts. “Might as well give up now, it’ll go over a lot better for you if you quit fightin’ me, sweet girl.” He mutters in your ear as he starts to ram his cock inside your entrance. He doesn’t let you get adjusted to him at all and the tears fall immediately down your cheeks. You cry out in pain, shoving his hips away from you but he doesn’t stumble back at all.

“Joel ple-ase it h-hurts” you murmur against his palm and he just chuckles as he begins to thrust inside you.

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth before I fill it for you, am I clear? S’okay, you’re just a little virgin, don’t know what you like. I’ll teach you what you like, baby; trust me.” He scolded. It felt as if you were being shredded and ripped apart from the inside out with the way he was carving away at you.

The only manageable response you gave him was a distressed “yes d-addy” which was just enough to make his head toss back while his hips slam into yours so harshly, the faint slapping of your skins echoed around you.

He lets go of the grip he has on your mouth, a string of saliva following from your lips to his palm and he grabs onto your shoulders to keep himself steady. Joel doesn’t dare let you see how much he’s enjoying this; ruining you and taking every bit of last innocence you had. His jaw was clenched tightly to keep his grunts at bay but it was still audible how much he loved feeling you clench around him so tightly, hugging his cock for dear life. Soon enough your pain turned to pleasure and you were fucked out of your mind, gripping onto the tree truck and begging for him not to stop as the pressure built up in your tummy.

“I knew you’d be a tight little virgin but damn sweetheart..” he leans in close and his hand finds its way around your throat once more, yanking you against him, “..you’re gonna be so dickdumb by the time I’m through with you-ughh- you’ll be beggin’ for me to fill you full every goddamn second you’re awake.” Joel’s other hand cups your tit through your thin shirt, kneading away mercilessly as your nipples get stiffer against your bra.

“J-joel please..I..I’m gonna come..” you whine out, body trembling and making it harder to stand up on your wobbling legs. Suddenly your head is being yanked backwards by your hair and Joel’s lustful eyes meet yours, his jaw still clenched tightly.

“Don’t you dare come until I say so. Be a good pet for daddy, mkay? Stay jus’ like that f’me, right there. Oh fuck, baby..” He stops thrusting long enough to put you down on the ground and him right behind you, shoving your face into the dirt with your ass in the air. In no time he finds his rhythm again and gives your ass a firm smack with a chuckle following behind it.

Joel slips the tip of his thumb in his mouth, covering it in spit before he traces over your asshole and goes inside you, groaning loudly as he can feel his cock pumping in and out of you just from having his thumb in your ass.

It’s taking every ounce of control not to come on his cock and disappoint him even more than you already have tonight. With your legs squeezed together as hard as you can, it wasn’t enough to keep your mind off of having the best orgasm you have ever had.

Sure, you touched yourself all the time while Joel was asleep in the next room over back in the apartment, squirming and whimpering like a kitten as your mind wandered to Joel and ran images over your eyes that just made it so easy to come for yourself. This however was not what you imagined Joel would be like. You imagined he’d be sweet, wanting to make your first time feel special and all that stuff you watched in movies before the outbreak. He was none of that.

“You want me to break you in two and just make your world crumble, huh? You filthy little one. You’re my toy now, no one can save you from me.” He spat as his thrusts got sloppy and his grip on your hips got tighter, nails digging into your flesh.

With your body fighting itself to not orgasm, your tears spilled out of your eyes once more, breaths so deep you squeak every time you inhale.

“Cry all you want, brat. They don’t mean shit t’me.”

“Daddy, ple-ease let me come-oh, fuckkk- I- I can’t hold off m-much longer, plea-se I’ll be good, pleaseee.” Trying to speak through gritted teeth, you begged and pleaded trying to reason with him so you could finally release.

“Come on then, let that fuckin’ pussy come all over me. Let me feel what it's like to have a virgin fall apart on my cock and beg me not to fill them up.”

The evil tone was enough to send you reeling and your eyes rolled back tightly as you finally released that pressure you had to put off.

“What a good fuckin’ pet you are for Daddy. That’s ittt.” He purrs, slamming into your hips as he panted loudly.

Your body felt numb and you were still seeing stars, your ears ringing and his moans were so muffled you couldn’t do anything but jolt as the waves of your orgasm washes over you. Soon enough he rips is cock out of your entrance and you feel empty, already missing him inside you.

Joel grunts and cusses loudly as he paints a pretty picture on your asscheek with his cum.

You fall to your side and catch your breath while Joel goes soft in his hand, watching you as he tries to manage his own breathing.

“Maybe next time you’ll listen to me, won’t you baby?”

[ithinkabouttzu]

Ateez reaction to being big spoon ｡･:*˚:✧｡

genre: Romance; fluffy

warnings: kissing; a little suggestive on wooyoungs.

Description: The members of ateez reaction to being “big” spoon while cuddling you.

Hongjoong: He’s in his element when he’s holding you. It’s the best place to be. Best believe he is holding you while about to fall asleep or watching a movie. Really just anytime when he gets home and misses your touch. Soft kisses on your cheeks and neck, and the way his fingertips dance onto the side of your waist. He’s so soft and warm and gentle, he loves you so much and that’s one of his ways of showing it to you.

Seonghwa: He loves just wrapping his arms around you and finding a comfy spot in the crease of your neck. He’ll hold you on bad days, good days, warm nights, cold mornings, he can’t imagine what it would be like not to wake up or fall asleep with you in his arms. Kisses kisses kisses!!! He loves just kissing behind your ear or on the back of your neck, really just anywhere he can access, he is completely in love with you & ur cuddles!! :)

Yunho: Big spoon KINGGG, he lovessss just holding after having a bad day, the only better thing he has to do is hold onto you like you’re his favorite pillow until he’s fast asleep. I swear it’s the most comforting thing you’ll ever feel, his warm arms around your waist, feeling his soft breaths on your hair, it’s so calming and sweet. He’ll never let you go, not even if the house is almost on fire. Please never let this baby stop holding u

Yeosang: While he’s big spoon, he’s so fluffy and cute. Playing with your hair, and asking you how your day was. He’s probably the most positive when he’s cuddled up with you. Ughhh he just loves being that close with you, like he just feels complete. He’ll make sure over and over if you’re comfortable with your position and if you want to switch it up that you guys can, either way it’s so adorable.

San : He’ll be giggly and so excited every minute that he’s big spoon. Getting to be as close as possible to you is honestly a gift and he’s so thankful. Prepared to be soaked with his sloppy kisses all over your shoulder and back 😭 He’ll try and bring you closer and closer to him even though there is no physical way possible to do that LOL, he will not waste anytime just whispering in your ear how much he loves you.

Mingi: BEST CUDDLER EVERRR, sweet baby just loves holding you as tight as he can, you even have to tell him to loosen up a little bit just because he’s holding you so tight. He’s so soft and sweet holding you. And he almost ALWAYS falls asleep when he’s holding you, it’s just routine. That’s why you made a deal with him that you guys can spoon while watching a movie, bc he falls asleep before the movie barely even starts 😭

Wooyoung: He’s so flirty when he’s big spoon, whispering all kinds of things in your ear, like how cute you look under his touch, or how good he would look on top of you. He really has no chill. And when he’s really feeling spicy, he might even say some shit like, “Cmon baby, move on me, I wanna feel you” like OMGGG. But when he’s not like that he’s just so clingy and cute. Holding onto for dear life the whole time and never letting go.

Jongho: Please, PLEASE, let him serenade you while he’s big spoon. He loves just holding you close when he’s sleepy. It feels so completing to him after a long day. He usually takes that time to tell you how much he loves you. All that cute boyfriend stuff. He also catches himself just playing with your hair while being big spoon, either just swirling it, or twisting it around his finger. He’s your personal teddy bear when he’s big spoon.

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[moonstruckme]

hi!

can i request tasm!peter meeting reader after having to do long distance?

if not thats okay! love your writing:)

have a great day<3

Thanks lovely, hope you have a great day as well!

Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 683 words

You don’t just give out copies of the key to your apartment, so when the front door opens you think you’re about to be shot. 

Breath caught in your throat, you freeze in the hallway and say the first deterrent that comes to mind. “I’ve got a gun!” 

The laughter that responds is as familiar as it is cheeky. “No, you don’t,” Peter says. 

“Jesus.” Your heart starts again, and in that split second your feet are already moving. 

Peter opens his arms as you throw yourself at him, taking your weight happily. “Nope, just me,” he quips, his harsh grip at odds with the levity of his voice. 

“Still a bad joke.” Your own voice is thick with fondness. You press your face into his neck, getting your boyfriend as close as you can. “What are you doing here?” 

“I live here.” He gives your upper back an excited squeeze. “You miss me?” 

“Not even,” you mumble into his shoulder. You go ahead and wrap your legs around his waist, and Peter chuckles, starting to walk the both of you towards your couch. “You scared the shit out of me, you know.”

“Yeah, maybe not my best plan.” He collapses downward, and you fold yourself around him more completely, getting comfortable in his lap. You think you’ll just never leave, honestly. “I thought the surprise would be more fun than scary.” 

“I could’ve met you at the airport.” 

“May would’ve killed me.” He palms the back of your neck, lips finding your hairline. “She wanted to pick me up herself, but she’s letting you have me for dinner. I have to be back by ten.” 

You let out a petulant whine. “Why does she get to decide?” 

You adore Peter’s aunt and he knows it, but when you’re having to battle her for custody of your boyfriend all that love goes right out the window. 

“I know,” Peter commiserates. “You’d think after a semester of taking care of myself in another country, I’d be allowed to stay out until at least eleven.” 

You hum, vacating your spot in the juncture of his neck in favor of seeing his face. You pet down the cowlick at the crown of his head, and Peter catches your hand, kissing your palm. A warm thrumming starts up in your chest. It’s similar to the sensation you’d gotten during your evening calls while Peter was abroad (well, your evening, his late night), but more. Better. You’ve missed feeling it like this. 

“How was Hertfordshire?” you ask. 

Peter gives you a look like you’re being silly. “I told you already.” 

“It’s different in person.” 

He smiles, thinking. “Small. Grassy. Cute, but not much to swing off of.” There’d been no vigilante work while Peter did his research abroad. He talked like it was a welcome break, but you could tell he missed it. Something changes in his look, eyes going soft and flirty. “No pretty girls.” 

You bite back a smile. “Let’s not do the women of Hertfordshire a disservice,” you chide.

“Fine.” Peter rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “None of my pretty girl.” 

He lifts his chin and you oblige him, touching your lips to his. It’s a kiss months in the making, and it heats quicker than either of you are expecting. Your heart thunders and throbs to the point of aching. You shuffle closer in Peter’s lap and his hand presses into the small of your back, both of your breathing turning harsh and desperate. 

“Missed you,” he says into your mouth. 

“I missed you more.” 

“Wanna bet?” Peter lifts you off the couch, and his casual strength shouldn’t surprise you anymore but it does. You laugh, again wrapping your legs around his waist. 

“Shouldn’t we start to think about dinner?” you ask as he carries you towards your bedroom. 

He hums, reluctant. “What time is it?” 

You look to the side to check the clock on your microwave, and he kisses your cheekbone while you do. “Almost seven.” 

Peter hums against your skin, pressing another kiss to the side of your nose. “We’ve got time.”

[reidreaders]

I Love You?

Summary: You aren't totally sure of your feelings about Spencer, at least not until you both attend JJ's wedding.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: descriptions of unhealthy relationships, some colorful language (literally just one swear word), kissing, established relationship, not proof read, I think that's it, let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: this is entirely self indulgent because I'm obsessed with Spencer with kids, and also I hate most men but I just know Spencer would be the perfect bf. Also, this is totally inspired by 7x24.

Let’s be honest. You’ve had your heart broken more times than you could count. Your type seemed to be cheaters, liars, manipulators, and the like. As your mother would say, your picker was broken. That is until you met Spencer. When you met, you had sworn off of men. You were tired of begging them to do the bare minimum. All that to say, you were wary of him. He seemed nice enough, all awkward and nervous, sputtering at you like he had never spoken to a woman before. You found it endearing and honestly, you kind of liked the idea of someone who didn’t have much experience with women. It made him seem less likely to treat you the way your exes had. So, despite your vow of not dating, Spencer became your boyfriend.

Six months in and were still wary of him. Your therapist says you have “commitment issues” and to be honest she was right. You had no problem dating Spencer, no problem spending the night at his house or meeting his friends, you had no problem having sex or even meeting his mother. You just got a little freaked out when it came to taking the relationship to the next step. For example, four months into your relationship, Spencer told you that he loved you. That had freaked you out more than anything. You didn’t want to break his heart, but you also wanted to protect your own. It’s not that you didn’t have feelings for Spencer, you did, big ones, it’s just that your past relationships had made you scared to feel that way about anyone again. Spencer, of course, understood. The two of you agreed to take things slow, to wait until you felt secure, but you could tell Spencer was getting impatient. He needed more from you. You could tell that you were going to have to make your move soon or you would lose him, and that scared you more than anything. Still, you wanted to be sure, you had to be sure. 

Rossi had called a few days ago and told Spencer that he was throwing a surprise wedding for JJ and Will, and he wanted you both to be there. As you got ready for the wedding, you felt nervous. Surely being at a wedding, with all the love in the air or whatever, would make Spencer even more anxious for a commitment. 

Soon the knock on your door alerted you to Spencer’s presence. You didn’t bother to move from your spot in the bathroom, putting the finishing touches on your makeup. He had a key to your apartment and you knew he’d just come in. Out of your peripheral vision you saw a mop of curly brown hair and felt a set of hands on your waist. 

“Hey.” He whispered into your ear. The sound of his voice was enough to send shivers down your spine. You spun around to face him.

“Wow,” He said, taking a step back to see all of you, “You look incredible.”

“Well thank you,” You smirked, pulling away to do a spin so he could see the way your dress moved. He grinned as pulled you back in for a kiss, slow and passionate. As you kissed him, you felt fireworks, like the kind they talked about in overplayed pop songs. Holy shit. Were you in love with him? 

As soon as you arrived at Rossi’s mansion (he’d kill you if he heard you call it merely a house), you had been whisked away by Penelope and Emily, wanting to catch up after not having seen each other for a while. The three of you talked, well gossiped is more like it, over a couple glasses of wine. Your attention was pulled from the conversation when you heard the excited screams of children. You turned around to see Spencer, pulling a coin out of Henry’s ear, as Jack begged him to do the trick on him next. You watched as he did, eliciting the same excited scream from Jack as it had in Henry. You watched as he did card tricks for them with a deck of poker cards he had found in Rossi’s junk drawer. But most of all, you watched how he looked at the kids, like they were the greatest things ever put on this Earth. He was so happy in this moment, really, genuinely happy. The first thought that crossed your mind was, ‘he would make such a good father’, and then it was over for you. You started picturing Spencer playing like that with your kids while you cooked dinner, you thought about what he might be like while you were at the hospital in labor. You thought about what kind of house you might live in, maybe something in the suburbs? You thought about what kind of dress you would wear on your wedding day and what colors the bridesmaids would wear. You thought about how’d he tear up seeing you come down the aisle. And that was the moment you knew, the moment you were really sure, that you were hopelessly in love with Spencer. 

As you sat next to Spencer at the ceremony, you were nearly crying. You couldn’t stop thinking about the sudden realization that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. You wanted to marry him and have his babies. You figured no one would really notice your crying, it was pretty common to cry at weddings after all. But Spencer noticed. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, trying to get your attention. You turned your head to meet his eyes and he mouthed a subtle “You okay?”. You nodded and turned back to watch JJ and Will say their vows, but that simple act of checking in on you made you feel something you had never felt before. Sure you had been in love before, but Spencer made you feel safe. In that moment, you knew that all the crying and heartbreak was over for you, because you had him. 

The reception was now in full swing. Everyone had a couple of drinks in them, and you were being dragged onto the dance floor by a fairly intoxicated Agent Rossi. After a couple of songs, you shot Spencer a look that said “Help me” and you knew he’d come to your rescue, even though he was much for dancing. 

“Sorry Rossi, but I think it’s my turn,” He said as he took your hand and escorted you to a more desolate part of the dance floor. As the two of you began to sway, the DJ played “Lover” by Taylor Swift. You usually weren’t into the typical wedding songs, but all of the sudden you understood. You understood Taylor Swift in a way you never had before. You looked up at Spencer and saw nothing but love in his big, brown eyes. 

You took a deep breath, “I love you.” You said it so quietly you weren’t sure he had heard it. Before you could confirm whether or not he had, his hands were on your face and your lips were crashing into his, for a deep and passionate kiss. 

The two of you stayed like that for while, only to be snapped back into reality by Morgan making kissy sounds and yelling at Spencer to stop trying to swallow you. You both laughed, your lips still touching. 

You pulled away and Spencer was beaming. You had never seen him smile that big. 

“I love you, too,” He said, “But you already knew that.”

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[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 6 - The man in Inko’s house.

Summary: Izuku want to see his mom but he finds another man in her house instead. Also, Izuku forgets to wear a shirt to sleep.

Warnings: Izuku in his underwear, no actual suggestive content this time but there are some suggestive thoughts in there (obviously😂), swear words

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“Tadaima.” Izuku mutters into your ear while he gives you a tight hug. He just came home from his last shift for the week. He’s yours for two whole days from now on, and it feels like a dream.

“I missed you.” You mutter back, your face flushed from the excitement. “I can’t wait to wake up next to you and cuddle. Then I wanna use the hot tub together…”

“Uhm, about that…” Izuku scratches the back of his head sheepishly. Oh no.

“If you tell me you are working tomorrow I swear to god I’ll cry.” You retort angrily, your arms snaking around Izuku’s middle possessively. By the look of it, Izuku really likes your new possessive side; his eyes darken as he buries his fingers in your hair, scratching your scalp to soothe your sudden anger.

“Definitely not, but… can we go to see Mom? I really miss her. Then the day after that we can… uhm… have the full day for ourselves. Just you and me. And All Meowt. And the hot tub.” Izuku’s face is slightly flushed as he says the last sentence but you can feel his excitement when his eyes shine in that adorable way it usually does when he talks about his favorite things and current obsessions, like that new new anime about the most popular girl falling in love with a random nerd. He’s absolutely obsessed with that shit, bless his little romantic ass. “I also want to formally introduce you to her. As my… my… girlfriend…” Izuku smiles shyly, his voice full of giddiness.

“Hmm…” You try to tease him, but his puppy eyes are too powerful. You have no idea how can he make such an adorable face and how can he still have baby fat on his face at his age. You can’t help yourself; you touch the soft skin, slowly stroking up and down then back up until you reach his freckles, connecting the dots with your finger, taking in the sight of them as counting them would be impossible. “Have I told you how much I adore your cheeks?” You mutter as you leave a tiny kiss on the most freckled part of his skin. “And your eyes… you are so handsome, I can’t say no to this face.”

“Says the most beautiful girl with the sweetest smile.” Izuku mumbles with his eyes downcast which makes him look like a shy school boy confessing to his first love and it’s the cutest fucking thing the world has ever seen.

Okay, this needs to stop. It’s literally past midnight and Izuku haven’t showered yet.

FOCUS.

“I’ll wait for you in bed.” You leave one tiny kiss on the greenette’s cheek and sneak out of the embrace, your steps quick as you walk towards the bedroom; you can hear Katsuki yelling “just fuck already”, loud and clear in your head but while you would absolutely love to finally have him to yourself, it’s kinda fun to tiptoe around each other; there is something about Izuku’s shyness, about the way all his touches scream innocence that makes your heart flutter and you are honestly not ready to say goodbye to that.

It doesn’t take Izuku too long to snuggle up to your back as he always does but the first thing you realize is that… he’s still kind of wet. Not too much, just the way the person skin’s feels like when they get out of the shower… wait.

Skin. Your naked shoulders are touching skin. Izuku senses how your shoulders tense and moves away from you; you murmur a silent “fuck” under your nose for being so weird about the situation, but hell, give the girl a warning, will ya?!

“Sorry, I forgot to bring a shirt with me and I’m too tired to get one but if it makes you uncomfortable…”

You hate the hesitation in Izuku’s voice.

“No, I was just surprised, it’s fine. Come back, I’m cold.” You turn to your other side, snuggling into the man’s pecks, silently thanking all the gods that it’s dark as your face is probably more red than a lobster’s. Your heart skips a beat as Izuku pulls your closer, his body flush against yours; your pajama top rode up in the motion so there is so much skin-to-skin right now your brain is about to combust. You can feel his abs through your belly; they are hard and sturdy but the skin is really soft, much softer than you’ve expected it to be; he doesn’t get many scars around that area thanks to the reinforced bullet and shockproof vest he wears under his hero costume. You have a really strong urge to feel it with your fingers, find every dip, every crevice until you remember them all even with your eyes closed but Izuku had a hard week and he’s probably tired to the bone so you decide to hide your face in his neck instead, snuggling into his warmth until you become a putty in each other’s arms.

“We should do this more often.” You murmur into his neck; you can feel him shivering as your hot breath licks his skin.

“Sweet Pea, I won’t be able to sleep if you keep doing that.” Izuku mutters shyly, his words followed by a pleased sigh.

“You haven’t slept for a week Izu, I’m quite sure you’ll manage.” You giggle but you roll back to your original position to let him have his peace tonight. Izuku doesn’t wait long before he pulls you back to him; after a few seconds his breathing evens out and he’s out like a light.

He must’ve been even more exhausted than I thought - you think to yourself as you slowly follow him to dreamland, his warmth seeping into your bones through your light pajama top.

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Things you are not ready for at 9 in the morning:

- Izuku’s absolutely beautiful sleeping face.

- Izuku’s washboard abs glistering in the sunlight as he somehow manages to kick the covers off himself.

- Izuku still in bed, at 9AM. End of sentence.

Oh, and how can you forget the most important thing….

- The top of Izuku’s broccoli tattoo sticking out of his tight boxers as his gorgeous abs glisten in the sunlight at 9AM on a Saturday morning.

Izuku’s nose scrunches adorably as though somehow, he’s able to feel your eyes on him; he shifts to a new position and sighs contentedly, his hand reaching out to find you in his sleep; you sat down during your inner monologue so the only thing he could find was your upper thigh. He grabs the warm limb anyway, his face scrunched up in concentration as he’s trying to figure out what is he touching. You are half embarrassed and half amused, a tiny giggle leaves your mouth as Izuku tickles you by accident. His hand wonders around again, this time to your inner thigh and that’s when you whimper; Izuku opens his eyes to see what’s wrong and he pulls back his hand right away like your skin just burned him.

“Uhm… good… morning.” Izuku mutters, his face hidden in the pillow. Somehow, it sounded like an apology but you are glad he didn’t actually apologize; he has no reason to do so and you really want him to get to a point one day when he doesn’t feel the urge to say sorry for doing things he enjoys to do. For instance, every time his kisses get a bit rough, he apologizes, like it’s not the most normal thing in the world to get a bit unhinged while you kiss your loved one. He also says sorry when he accidentally touches the side of your… well… bosom. Or your bottom.

Okay, you can kinda understand the last two as you two haven’t really done anything too cheeky yet and Izuku wants to make sure he has your consent before doing any of that, but you would be happier if he would just ask you if he can instead of running away like a 30 year old virgin every time his finger touches a bouncy area.

Okay, how did you end up thinking about that?

Ahh, probably from the sight of his own, juicy ass in those tight black boxers.

… focus, woman.

“Really good morning indeed.” You look at Izuku’s god-like, half naked body; damn, those back muscles are (also) something else. You can’t wait to be able to ask about every single scar covering his body; there is a lot, some of them massive and brownish red - probably old burn marks while some of them are long, white and thin, almost elegant compared to the violent claw marks on his side. Some people might be put off by all the damaged skin, but honestly, they just make Izuku even more handsome in your eyes; they are the proof that Deku is a hero, a proof that he would do anything to save the innocent, to protect his city and it’s people. His back is like an abstract painting sitting in a museum; some people look at it and think “this makes no sense” but those who understand get teary eyed from all the emotions, of all the stories hidden behind the random lines of the canvas.

“Let’s… uhm… get ready. Yeah.” Izuku shuffles off the bed with a red face and you can’t help but giggle at Izuku’s awkwardness.

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“So… this is it.” Izuku parks in front of a small, adorable house, right next to a small forest. You lived in Tokyo for god knows how long yet you didn’t know there was a place like this in the area; well, it’s quite far from the center to be fair and you never really felt the urge to sit on the train and go around the main city, so it makes a lot of sense. “It’s a small house, but mom didn’t want a bigger one. She said it would be too empty without me.” Izuku sighs, still affected by his mother’s bittersweet words. He’s such a mama’s boy!

“That’s so sweet.” You mutter, a little bit anxious about being here; you know there is no need for you to be stressed about today but it’s still a big step in your relationship, so of course it will affect you.

“Come on, mom will be so happy to see us!” He grabs your hand and pulls you towards the entrance, fingers intertwined as he opens the door and barges in without a single knock.

Well… Izuku clearly forgot to tell his mother that he’s coming over.

How do you know that? Because there is another man in her house. The man’s hair is blonde and messy, body skinny and fragile, a little bit unhealthy from the distance but there is a slight, healthy blush on his face which tells you he’s probably fine. His face is really kind and he was cleaning the leaves of a massive money plant when you two barged in so he’s clearly not a weirdo which makes you extremely happy because you would definitely have a few words with him otherwise. No one plays around with the innocent, naive Inko. No one.

The man looks extremely surprised first but then his face changes into a happy grin as he looks Izuku up and down with a proud smile.

“Midoriya-shounen!” The older man hops over to you two and hugs Izuku tightly. That nickname rings a bell.

“All Might!”

Wait.

Okay, wait.

No fucking way.

“All Might?!” You mutter incredulously. The blond man just smiles at you awkwardly like he’s a little bit ashamed of being outed this way but wants to make a good first impression anyway. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be rude or anything…”

“It’s all fine, my darling. Everyone reacts like that. You must be the famous Sweet Pea, I’m so happy to finally meet you in person.”

All Might has the kindest smile. It literally brings sunshine into the already bright house.

“Izuku, All Might is in your mom’s house!” You mutter under your nose while you ignore the world around you for a few minutes; it’s extremely hard not to freak out over the fact that you’ve just met Japan’s biggest hero - you are a nerd after all.

“Oh, yeah, why are you in mom’s house?” It seems like Izuku didn’t even realize he’s not supposed be here in the first place, he was so excited to meet his father figure again. He’s so fucking precious.

“Oh, well… my mansion was a bit too empty for the little old me, so I… moved here?”

Izuku almost chokes on her saliva while you can’t stop gawking at the blond man in front of you.

Well… that’s… an interesting plot twist.

“You are my mom’s roommate?!” Izuku yelps and you can’t help but sigh at that.

Two middle aged people sharing a house as “roommates”? You’ve never heard such a bullshit. Is Inko dating All Might?! Is that why she kept this a secret from his son even though they talk on the phone every week for literal hours?

“Inko wanted it to be a surprise, so… surprise?” All Might still talks to Izuku like he’s 15, making over-exaggerated facial expressions and you can see on Izuku’s face that he’s back to being a young boy, shy and nerdy, craving the love of a father he never had.

The whole situation might be considered weird from an outsider perspective but somehow… it just works. This family is special; they love with their whole heart, platonic or not and Inko letting his son’s role model to live in her house so he doesn’t get too lonely is such a Midoriya-thing to do that you are not even that surprised.

“I’m really happy.” Izuku mutters, tears welling up in his eyes as he hugs the thin man again. “I’m really happy, dad.”

“My boy…”

Aaaand… everyone is crying.

If this would be a fanfiction, this would be the perfect time to end this chapter as the emotions are so strong, the reader probably needs to take a breather.

“To be continued.” You giggle to yourself as you look around the house to find the missing piece; Inko, who’s hiding behind the bathroom door, crying a river as she takes the beautiful sight in front of her.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Bro I have a confession to make: I ship All Might and Inko more than I ship anyone else in this anime. I have no idea why.

- I went to a garden center and bought a plant plushie. It reminded me of the first few chapters of this story when Deku was proud of not killing a plant, but the plant was fake so I named him Deku. 😂

- Some bad news for next week: I’m taking a break for 1 week. Life has been a bit hectic around me; I went back to full-time after being a part timer for a year due to mental health issues (it’s really not as bad as it sounds I swear.), Christmas in retail sucks and it sucks even more when you work in the busiest store in the area and I also got some worrisome news from my doctor which triggered my old anxiety and I kinda need some time to sort my shit out. I already know I won’t have time to write both of my series this week and I don’t want to ruin my upcoming birthday by forcing myself to edit and write that day, but that’s the only day I’m at home this week. So yeah, I’ll be back in two weeks! Maybe even sooner, we will see how it goes.

- Have a lovely week, guys! 💜 Tell me your thoughts! 🥦

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[pala-destiny]

Someone asked me for reader sitting on abby’s face, but I deleted by accident. Sorry, babe, here you are. Hope you enjoy it.

Since Abby took interest on you, she’s been looking around more about how it could work out. I mean, the girl has only been with one man her whole life and, well… She wishes she could do better for you.

First times she misses a lot of things and was a little bit lost, but over the time she got her shit together and learned how fucking awesome it feels when you come on her tongue and fingers (and how amazing was to have someone who cares about her pleasure)

She also learns how much you like riding her thigh, caressing her arms and breasts and how you loved when she used a little of her strength to press you against the bed (she also fucking loved using it against you when you try to pull away from her when you’re close to cum – she wont fucking let you, of course, she will suck and lick you clit until your out of breath, thank you very much)

But after months of being together, Abby can’t erase something she read in a random magazine while patrolling one day.

“I’ve aways wondered when men ask us to sit on their face if they meant sit or hover.”

It was one of those old magazines with extremely muscular shirtless man on the cover, with weird topics Abby didn’t really understand about (she’s currently trying to survive in an apocalypse world, who fucking cares if man liked lace bras or not?)

Thing is, how do you approach your girlfriend and politely ask: “I’d like you to sit on my face”?

“Babe, have you ever wanted to try something different?” is the best she was able to afford

And you were confused because it’s Abby we’re talking about. Different as in patrols? Strategies? For your free time? Are you both going to talk about what would you do if you were living in a safe and normal world? You don’t know.  

“I’ve been thinking of you sitting on my face.”

Okay, it wasn’t about patrols.

“Sit? Like, you laying down and I sit? Are you crazy, Abby? I could suffocate you.”

Abby was a woman in a mission. This mission being convincing you that you’re not going to kill her – and even if she died, she’d die as a happy woman.

And that’s how she found herself in the currently situation.

You could see her in her cargo pants and sports bra, laying on the bed while waiting for you. Honestly, you wonder how she succeeded to convince you. But the thing is that you can’t really deny Abby anything when she hugs you from behind with her hand on your hips and stomach while she kisses and whispers in your ear how good she could make you feel. How proud she would be of you.

Touching her arm softly to show her you were ready, her eyes swallowed your naked form and she licked her lips with desire. Her strong hands started to pull you against her and she caught your lips on hers.

Abby’s kisses always drives you wild. You’ve always thought she would always have the roughest kisses, but she could do so much more than that. Abby could be fucking sensual when exploring your mouth, playing with your tongue, teasing you, pressing you against her while using her hands to caress your nape. You could only melt in the hot volcano that was Abigail Anderson.

She softly let go of you and guided your body to sit on he stomach. Her callous hands making their way from your hips to your boobs, where she started massaging them and using the thumb to play with your already hard nipples.

“Fuck, babe. You look so fucking good.”

You let a little whimper out and put your hand on top of hers, making her squeeze your breasts a little tighter, causing her to groan.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Get up here for me.”

To say you were scared would've been an understatement, but you trusted Abby and you trusted you loved her enough to notice if she was uncomfortable. Slowly, trying not to hurt her, you positioned yourself on her head. You couldn’t deny how shy and excited you were and how your pussy clenched when she called you ‘pretty girl’.

“That’s right, babe. Can I touch you now?”

God, she was always like this. Making you all hot and bothered with her smooth voice, praising you and then asking for your permission as if you were going to say no. In the moment you allowed her, her hands went to the top of your thighs, pulling you toward her wanting mouth.

She gave short kisses in your thighs and pussy, enjoying how your breathing was starting to get out of pace, distracting you. When you less expected, Abby gave you a long lick from your needy hole to your pulsing clit. As a simple reaction, you tried to lift your body a little, but Abby was having nothing of that. She had you as a fucking feast in front of her face, all wet and tight, ready for her to feed. She’d make you ride her face until you couldn’t think about anything else but rubbing your hot cunt against her and cum like her pretty little slut.

“Don’t hover, sweet girl. Sit. Wanna fucking taste you. You gonna be good for me, yeah?”

Oh, God, yes, you were going to be good for Abby, you needed to be good for Abby.

That was your last coherent thought before doing what she asked you to. Before she uses her strong hands to hold you against her face, suck and lick you pussy like a starved woman.

[seas-storyarchive]

Date - genderbent au

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"Alastriona, darling, tell me about your day." Rory said, as they were sat at a booth in a small cafe, having ran out of other meaningless dribble to speak of. In front of Alastriona was a coffee "as black as her soul" that had little grounds in it because she was feeling like an extra bit of bitterness today with a plate that had the specialty ham on rye bread. Not bad, lacked a bit of flavoring but otherwise passable for a sandwich.

Alastriona chuckled at his request, "there isn't much to tell, darling. Hotel business isn't all about managing people - it's paperwork, meetings.. blegh.." she looked at his face, seeing that adoring smile he always gave her. "Tell me about your day, dear."

The man chuckled as he was adding more sugar and cream to his tea and stirring them in. As to how he had no cavities, that was a miracle right there. "Aside from Susan causing trouble at the town meeting, nothing new occurred."

Rory had a plate of cake piled with strawberries and whipped cream in addition to his bowl of gumbo ("I want to try it to see how it measures up to the genuine article, darling." "If you end up liking that bowl of slop that dares compare itself to my cooking, I demand a divorce.") that had meat that tasted raw in a bad way and lacked the seasoning that Alastriona gave her dishes thus it was ignored and deemed slop.

Alastriona fought back a snort, rather unladylike noise honestly but especially in public with her husband, as she smiled at him in a similar manner to which he stared at her. "Well, that old hag never fails to ruin a moment."

They both laughed. Unaware they were being watched.

A sinner demon, their server, had seen the rings, and took a few snapshots - one of the two, and another two zoomed in on the rings.

Bingabonga added to timeline: Holy fuckking fuck!! Radio Demoness and Cannibal King on a date!?! And they're marrried!?!

She added the pictures and then resumed her job. Unaware of what she'd done.

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Angel was scrolling through his phone, when he got a text from Cherri.

Cherri: hey, dipshit. what you know about this shit?? it's everywhere..

Cherri: [attached link]

Angel looked at it, and felt himself die again. He made a noise that drew everyone's attention.

"Angel?" Charlie was concerned, seeing the spider nearly foaming at the mouth.

The spider turned to Husk and Niffty, who had been playing a card game, looking out of his mind - and not in the usual way.

"Yous fucks know dhat Smiles is married to dhis fuckin' freak?" Angel showed them all his phone. Just in time for a ding to show another picture.

They had kissed. It looked like a chaste, quick, private kiss

"Fuck me to heaven and back." Husk said, not believing his eyes.

"Whoa! I can't wait to ask Miss Alastriona about this!" Niffty was grinning maniacally.

"Hang on - who the fuck would willingly pick Alastriona?" Vaggie asked. "I've heard of that guy's reputation for killing and eating his wife's after a time, so could that be it?" Should they do something? Don't get Vaggie wrong, she still had it out (derogatory) for Alastriona. But if this guy was a threat, they'd have to protect themselves and their friend from this man.

"No way!" Charlie jumped in. "I've met Rory, and saw them interact. She seemed genuinely happy to be around him when she brought me to Cannibal Town."

"Who knows? Maybe it's all for convenience sake?" Lucifer asked. "Wouldn't be the first time something like that has happened to people in their situation to deter unwanted attention."

"Luci, baby, does dhis look like convince ta you?" Angel showed the man his phone as another picture popped up - Rory was feeding Alastriona a forkful of sweet, sugary cake. Blasphemy! "Smiles don't touch sweets! She fuckin' hates them!"

Charlie screamed in excitement. "Let me see! Let me see!" When she saw the picture she screamed again, louder this time. "That's so romantic! Look at how they're looking at each other! Oh, they're so in love!"

"Angel." Husk said sternly, seeing the look on his face.

Angel looked hurt. "What? I just wanted to ask them how they mee-" his phone dinged again. "Dhey're on da move!"

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The two were walking arm in arm through a park.

"You were right about that gumbo, it didn't taste right." Rory scrunched up his face in disgust.

Alastriona laughed, moving closer to him. "I told you~" she sang, moving a hand up to adjust his hat so the skull was more centered.

"Thank you, my love." Rory smiled, taking the hand she was moving away and pulling it to his lips to kiss her knuckle tenderly.

The cannibal deer chuckled. "Careful now darling, I'd be tempted to think you wanted a bite."

"Just a nibble~" Rory said, giving her fingers a very light nip and humming.

"I.. R- Rory.." Alastriona was keenly aware they were in a park - granted there was no one around - a blush heating up her face as she tore her eyes to look off to the side.

"What is it, my darling deer?" Rory brought them to a bench in that secluded spot.

"I.. I don't deserve your charm.. it.." her face was moved to look at his, and her lips were caught by Rory's own.

"Yes, you do. Remember how you told me that you grew up a Creole in the time that you did?" Rory asked when they pulled away, getting a nod in return. "And, what did I tell you?"

"That.." she took a breath, as those words stole them every time, "that you wished you could see me, before my death, and bask in my beauty as you do now." Fuck, was she about to cry?

Rory said nothing, pulling her close. He looked up, frowned, and reached into his inner coat pocket. He produced a handgun, pointed it in the direction he was frowing, and pulled the trigger. Twice. All without a word, as his wife started to sob into his chest. Being the most vulnerable she'd been with him for about a year. Wether or not she heard the shots, she didn't indicate.

--

"Holy.." The gang had just watched the whole thing, from the time the two walked into the park, to when Rory fired those shots and ended the feed in a screen full of static. And the one who held the camera.

"Fuckers." Husk said, angry.

"We're getting her a therapist." Lucifer said, grabbing his phone.

No one said anything else. They all agreed.

--

When Rory brought Alastriona back to the hotel, it was getting dark out, no trace of her crying was present. Good.

They found everyone in a sitting room, all waiting fro them.

"Hey, uh.. Ona?" Charlie decided to speak up after what felt like an eternity.

"Yes, Charlotte dear?" Ah, radio. Helped make her not feel so raw.

"How long have yous two been married?!" Angel couldn't hold it in anymore.

Alastriona's smile became a flustered blush like nothing they'd ever seen before. "Oh, oh! That little sinner decided to take a few snap shots? Well, to think we'd tipped her rather well. And recommended her to management for a promotion." Shit.. they just made it so the Demoness had lunch picked out for tomorrow.

"Darling." Rory said, honestly happy they could just be themselves around this bunch of misfits, caroling his wife's penchant for violence.

Alastriona sighed, leaning into Rory's side, still able to talk clearly. "We've been married for about.. 27 years."

Rory nodded happily, smiling as he saw everyone's mouths drop. Take that, you pack of degenerates. "Best 27 years of my life."

Alastriona laughed, her face still flustered, as everyone's brains melted out of their ears in shock. She laughed louder when Rory pulled her along out of the room.

"So, darling.. about that gumbo?"

"That's my love."

Angel was the first to speak, "what da hell..."

[aerodaltonimperial]

Smut prompt: “I wanna taste you on my lips again.”

Pairing (BECAUSE I CAN BE TRAINED AND KNOW BETTER AND FRANKLY, I DESERVE A TREAT FOR RESISTING THE SECOND OPPORTUNITY YOU'VE GIVEN ME TO BE A BAD FRIEND THIS WEEK, BUT I DIGRESS: JungleCorpse

(LMAO LMAO WHEN ARE YOU EVER A BAD FRIEND 💚🖤)

Listen, Darby normally doesn't have much of an idea where the day is going to go, and that's the way he likes it—it's the sort of thing where just going with what pops up is exciting, where not having plans means the hours are wide open. But even then, even without knowing, he's generally got an idea, and it's rare that he's well and truly surprised. Today, he is very, very surprised when Jack Perry grabs his arm halfway down the hallway and hurls him into the open closet door.

"What the fuck," Darby hisses, when his shoulder blades hit the wall; the room is dark because Jack hasn't bothered to turn on the lights, and Darby can smell bleach, the lingering scent of cleaning supplies.

Jack doesn't have much to do with anyone, these days. Pulling off a stunning betrayal will do that to people. So Darby hadn't been expecting to be the only exception to the newfound douchey attitude, even with the whole...thing that had happened between them. That time they steadfastly don't talk about. That half hour before the pillars tag match in the small locker room. That stretch of desperate pawing and gasping and unfinished business that they have kept, for obvious reasons, tightly locked between themselves.

Darby had honestly figured that one day they had, before everything had fallen spectacularly apart, would be the kind of thing he just kept bottled up inside and thought about when the nights reached their darkest points. And instead, he's here, with Jack’s hands tugging at his collar and the smell of musty mops invading his senses.

What the fuck.

"Jack," Darby tries, though it's pretty half-hearted. He doesn't want to stop Jack, not when this seems to be a repeat of everything he's been fueling himself with for months, but they hadn't talked about this the last time and look where it got them.

"I miss you," Jack whispers against Darby’s mouth, right before he kisses him, hard and unrelenting and is this a thing, now? This Jack with the spiky exterior, this Jack who's got fire in his touch? All Darby can think is you barely had me, and it's true, even if he doesn't really want to admit it.

Jack’s hands slide down Darby’s chest, find the zipper of his pants. Jesus, he'll make short work of Darby being ready to go on camera, that's for fucking sure, and Darby ought to care more than he does, but it's Jack. Jack, the stupid asshole that shoved his way into Darby’s path and left a ripple of want in his wake.

Fuck. He's not gonna get out of this unscathed. Maybe Jack doesn't really miss him, but someone else, and that's the thought that finally gets Darby’s hands to move, to grab for Jack’s wrists and still his frantic removal of the fabric separating them.

"Wait," Darby tries. His head's spinning.

"I want you," Jack exhales, the heat shivering across Darby’s face. "I wanna taste you on my lips again."

Jesus fucking Christ. Focus, focus—shit, Darby is already shaking. This is exactly what he's wanted since that day in May, and he's not nearly strong enough to stop it, even if... "You don't want me," he whispers.

"Yes, I do." Jack coaxes his mouth apart again, licks across the corner to slide his tongue in, and god, Darby isn't strong enough to stop this, no matter what's fueling it. Jack is all barbs, now; he's the grin as sharp as glass in the mirror, the shadow haunting the lowest moments. "I've wanted you ever since that day backstage, ever since—"

"Jack," Darby groans, because Jack’s hands have broken free and made their way back down his stomach. They tug Darby’s pants down, and well, that's it, really; he can't stop this. Can't, won't—what's the difference? It all amounts to the same thing, and that's Jack sliding down to his knees in the darkness before him.

Darby slaps a hand over his mouth. Won't do much, but he's got to try. "Fuck," he mumbles against his palm.

Jack’s mouth touches the tip of him, almost reverent as rough fingers curl around the base. "God," Jack breathes.

Darby fists his other hand in Jack’s hair and relishes the little moan the action summons. If Jack is thinking about someone else when he takes Darby against his tongue, between his cheeks; if he's thinking about another time, another place, when he loops his tongue around the underside of Darby’s dick, well, Darby doesn't really care while the heat is enveloping him, gliding against him.

He'll care later, of course, but right now, all he can focus on is how Jack takes him in as far as he can, gagging a little so he ends up choking out a cough, and Darby is lost.

[littlelioncub43]

There are kisses and there are kisses. I want to know which kiss hit each of the tech boys like a train. What was the kiss during which they realized Oh I'm in LOVE in love?!

Nfjsjfjjsd AAAAAAAAAAAAAH THESE ARE MY FAVORITE TYPES OF KISSES

Ok ok ok

For Den it was when you woke up from a nap. You were on the couch snoozing away while he was working in his office. He came out to get a snack and check on you just as you woke up. You rubbed your eyes and made grabby hands at him. Of course he immediately went to you, and when he asked how your nap was you hit him with a calm "it was ok. I missed you" and snuggled into him. That knocked the wind out of him. You missed him while you were sleeping? Adorable. Unheard of. Then you tilted your head back and guided his lips to yours. It was all so soft and loving, like you were kissing him after not seeing him for months. He felt missed. Then he was in over his head. Absolutely down bad, never-loving-anyone-else-in-his-entire-life type of bad.

He was being dramatic, like always, when he was leaving your trailer to pick up Dustin. He was in his van, hanging out the window, whining about how he doesn't wanna go yet. But you chuckle and shush him softly, and pull him by his collar into you. He honestly gasps. He always loved you, but Jesus, it just hit him all at once when you shut him up. When you pull back, he's grinning like an idiot.

"I love you." He says it immediately.

Oh it's the first kiss. The moment you lure him in with a delicate kiss and a hand on his cheek, he's yours. It was perfect.

It was on the balcony, near his favorite hydrangea bush, everyone had long since gone to sleep, you'd been talking about your favorite records and books, what you want to do with your lives, and then he said how gorgeous you look in the moonlight.

"I was thinking the same about you, Ralph," you whisper, your hand taking his gently. God his eyes were gorgeous when they sparkled like that, all doe-eyed and soft. Your eyes slid shut and then your lips touched. It was perfect.

It was adorable! He had just gotten his dream internship, both of you jumping around the living room of his dorm in excitement. He instinctively scooped you up and kissed you. And in that moment everything clicked into place. You were happy for him, excited for him, and, holy shit, he loves you so much. He turns it into a full-blown makeout session. He may or may not end up making love to you on the floor.

It was on a 4th date, he took you out somewhere nice. He got a table outside since he knew you'd like the view, and you did. It was gorgeous. Your hands were playing together idly on the table, both of you leaned forward, you were telling him how much fun you have around him, and the kiss just sort of happened.

But once it did, it was fireworks for you both. It was unrushed and delicate, testing out the waters as you both pour your feelings out to each other for the first time. When you pull back he looks at you like you hung the fucking moon.

[landwriter]

CHAMPAGNE + SALMON LOTS OF MENACING LOVE XXX

pink themed asks

OH NOW WE'RE DIGGING INTO IT XXX

Essays ahoy!

champagne— what’s your favorite form of physical affection, if any at all? Holy shit, congratulations Anon on finally cracking me with a question that makes me not want to be single anymore hahaha! Hahaha. Ow. Ouch. Oh man, though. I love giving and receiving physical affection. I love a good hand-on-my-back. A little greedy butt grope. With same-height people it's for SURE snuggling and holding hands (for a small person with a history of dating mostly cis dudes, the feeling of HANDS THAT FIT TOGETHER continuously blows my mind and brings me unparalleled joy), with taller people it's climbing them like a jungle gym things like an arm around my shoulders or being picked up. I have never been with someone smaller than me. I would panic/treasure them forever and carry them around on my back wherever they wanted to go. When it comes to giving touch, I am factory-tuned for coveting butts, shoulders, and hands. In a wide variety of affectionate capacities.

salmon— would you prefer a partner who is an introvert or an extrovert? why? It's gotta be an extrovert for me! Or at least the sort of introvert who a) happily goes out to gatherings of their preferred size once or twice a week b) would indulge me every so often by going to Big Crowded Things like plays and shows. (I could go with friends! And have! But honestly if I love someone I want to be SEEN with them. I want to show them off like a shiny prize. I want to people-watch together. I want to watch their face as they watch the stage. I want to go to the bathroom and find them again in the murmuring sea of a crowded room at intermission and return to their side and kiss them on the cheek. I'm sorry!! it's just how I am!)

I'm 100% a solar battery charged by bodies around me. I love telling my rural old timer neighbours this because nine times out of ten they genuinely shudder and look at me in abject disgust: but I ADORE being borne along in a crowd. It's one of the few things I miss about big cities (and The Before Times) so much it hurts. I adore escalators at rush hour, I adore being in a herd, I adore dancing in a sweaty beautiful throng. I don't mind being alone. I love having true privacy and solitude. It's incredible. But I get genuine endorphins from being surrounded by loads of people, and it gives me energy in a way being alone never has.

However God was being funny when selecting my weaknesses because I am also cursed with a deep and abiding predisposition towards shyness and anxiety, and a fat wad of clinically diagnosed executive dysfunction. I thought I was just a very annoying introvert for AGES because of this. I adore the partner who befriends everyone, remorselessly drags me out to events I was excited about before I had to actually go to them kicking and screaming, and starts conversations with strangers when I'd still be pep-talking myself at a safe distance. I love love love people. I benefit so much from being around someone who really really really does too! (As a single person establishing a social group in a new area, I just want everyone to know I've been VERY BRAVE this year, okay?)

I wouldn't write it off entirely! But it's one of those bits I've had lots of experience in and know very much what does me good and what enables me in the not-fun way.

[saltyxtides]

BAYDEN WARDEYN.

“Not happening.”

When was this girl going to learn the moment you tell Bayden what to do that’s exactly when he’ll never do it?

“Peter Parker yes. Maximoff uuuum… well as long as it’s the Evan Peters version because the other dude is gross. If you mean him you have problems. But, if you’re wanting me to name girls you’re fucked. I would totally date Rogue and I know that’s the last thing you want to hear. I would get a dental dam and lick that pussy all damn night. Her boyfriend did not know how pleasure a woman. He had zero creativity. God damn. No touching involved. Good God. It’s not that complicated. He could have been pleasuring her like a queen, but no. They so worried about kissing they forgot all the other ways two people can get it on and love each other. Dumb asses. She’s so hot. He missed out man.”

The nurse looked at Rowan and groaned as she kicked her shoes off.

“I didn’t ask for yours. This rules applies only to Bayden.”

But, it seemed Rowan was in mischief making rile up the nurses mood. She pulled her pants off too.

Okay.

That sure quirked a brow from Bayden. He started to laugh. At first he didn’t get it until he noticed the draw string in the waist line of her pants. It had a string too. Okay. She was being a little shit.

It was hard to stop sniggering but he did as he watched her go down to his shoes. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t think she’d do it, but she did.

So, he just sort of stared at her all up in his own head as she pulled his own strings from his shoes. No touching involved.

Then she passed them to the nurse. She took a chance. At least she did that much, the little shit.

The nurse held all the strings, including the pants, and groaned, “Put your pants back on, Rowan.”

Bayden stood up with his laceless boots and objected, “Her name is Celestis.”

Knowing Rowan’s delusions the nurse just rolled her eyes. Great. Now Rowan had another patient believing her delusions. How lovely.

He grabbed his small bag of items and started to head out. The nurse said, “Wait. I’ll get someone to escort you with the transfer.”

Bayden rolled his eyes. “I think I know where I live by now. I’m allowed to walk around freely once I get there. Cut me some slack here. I think I can manage.”

The nurse looked at them both and shook her head again not really wanting to deal with either one of them. “I’m putting these in the laundry. Go get some new pants, Rowan. Just get to your places for evening checks, both of you.”

Then she walked off annoyed and when she did Bayden started laughing. “The best care in the whole country, damn it. She really just let a couple delusional, half dressed, psychos walk themselves home. I can’t believe people pay for this shit. We are living the life, but your puns girl. You gotta work on that.”

“Come on. Let’s kick it. I’m in the mood for one of those Cuban shoestring fry burgers. Let’s order dinner in.”

He was allowed to order in now. He was dying to eat something other than hospital food.

“Frita Cubanas. No way I’m eating anything else tonight.”

       CELESTIS know’s Bayden is stubborn, && stuck in his old man ways but she couldn’t understand w h y not?  “Not happening because?”  Musing in it a bit.  

       Humming a little as she didn’t really have to think about it.  “All of Maximoff Bayden.  Guessing I was always meant to be here then.”  She loved Quicksilver, regardless of who played him, what Comic Earth, or not, she’d accept Pietro Maximoff as he is.  

       Only she seemed to take in a silent breath in && held her breath in for a moment as it got out of hand.  Bayden got a little to descriptive for her own liking.  She may have not understood what a dental dam was or it’s purpose but she could feel her own body stirring in excitement physically && emotionally changing regardless of her own whims.  “I think the last part was the last thing I truly wanted to hear honestly.”  She wasn’t going to break it to Bayden that Gambit && Rogue have been married a couple times.  Even having kids at some point or another.  She didn’t really need a verbal lesson on his idea of SEXUAL c r e a t i v i t y.

       Celestis could feel the nurses looming gaze right on her annoyed.  Then the groan she’s known so well over time they all sound the same but worth the attitude.  “I don’t make the RULES!  I’m just trying to do the right s t r i n g.”  A little to proud on that one.  Trying to not smile to give it away.  Only beginning to realize Bayden didn’t really join in on the many ways to annoy the nurse in nerdy string puns team up.  Instead he looked a little lost in the beginning, but he warmed up a little.

       Funny!  It was like he had this thought of her being somewhat like ROGUE or E l s a after he figured out she was a Witch.  

       Yet he’s forgotten she’s chanced && risked it several times.  Many times in fact.  As the very first time ever was getting Bayden back to Briarcliffe with Maddox after he got drunk at the Valentines Party.  The only thing that’s really changed was that being a WITCH just happens to c h a n g e the relationship she had with him.  One fault defined her regardless of her many other talents, or the fact she hasn’t really swapped into anyone else’s body since Middle School.  It only took one part of her being a little complicated && complex to see ruin.

       When she was finished with pulling the strings off of Bayden’s boots.  She’d rise back up to her own two feet.  Her hand hovered just a little above the nurses, dropping the shoe strings into her hand.  No touching involved.  Smoothing her hands over the fabric of her hoodie making sure it didn’t rise or bundle.

       No.  It didn’t seem Celestis was going to make an effort to put her pants back on let alone her shoes.  However dangerous it really was, with what other patients might incite, or stimulate the constant wankers.  It was really a simple matter of if the Nurse returned the shoelaces then she’ll put on her shoes && pants.  Nearly smiling finding it amusing the way Bayden corrected the Nurse

       “&& if he forget’s I’m pretty good with directions.”  She chimed in.  After all, how hard could it be for Celestis to get Bayden back to Asylum Acres?  “I know we can manage.”

       Giving her the thumbs up as she heard her but didn’t really care what happened to them.  Watching the Nurse walk off annoyed, she’d wiggle her finger’s BYE behind there back.  That was entertaining && odd as fuck.  So odd.  Feeling her arms rise as she’d stretch them out as if she could finally relax until Bayden made a jab about the pun’s she stringed out.  “You’re KNOT going to s t r i n g me down Bayden on my puns!  You gotta work on trying.  Zero effort given, at least I tried.”  

       Shrugging, she’d shove her hands in her hoodie’s pocket.  “I’ll just stick to my usual.”  That being either nothing at all or half melted ice.  It would be a real waste for him, as she wouldn’t be able to stomach all that anyway.  “I’m guessing she put you in the mood for that one huh?”  Giggling just a smidge at the fact that he wanted to eat something with the term string in it.  “Lead the way or did you actually need me to guide you back?”

[farfromharry]

Hello can I please request a Stiles prompt “stop avoiding my kisses.” where reader is mad at him?

summary: stiles keeps missing your planned dates for his friend and you finally refuse to let it slide

w/c 656

stiles stilinski x reader

Stiles Stilinski was a fucking idiot. Or at least that was what you currently believed while you were so incredibly angry at him. Usually on a good day you were completely infatuated with the pretty boy.

You understood it must’ve been hard with all the supernatural stuff that was suddenly dropped on him with Scott being bitten by Derek Hale’s uncle. But you were thrown into that mess too and you still remembered the dates he planned.

This was the third one this month that he’d forgotten about and you were just so mad. Your mind was screaming at you not to even try and let him explain as you furiously told Lydia the situation. He was an asshole, and you weren’t going to let him forget that.

The worst part was that this one was meant to be making up for the last two he missed. He claimed it was going to be the best date of your life and by the end of the night you would be thoroughly wooed. But it didn't look like that was going to happen.

He told you to head over to his house at seven. And you had arrived just a few minutes early, knocking on the door of the Stilinski household while trying to contain your excitement. Since Scott got bitten, you hadn’t really spent any normal time with your boyfriend and it was safe to say you missed him. You missed actually acknowledging you were in a relationship.

Stiles’ dad was the one to let you in, seemingly confused as he told you his son wasn’t actually in the house. He hadn’t been for hours according to the Sheriff.

But he did allow you to wait up in his son’s room for him, little did you know you would be there for what felt like ever.

When he finally did show up, it was nearly eleven in the evening and you were close to dozing off in his bed. The booming voice of your boyfriend when he came through his bedroom door was what snapped you out of your light slumber though, all the sleep fading from your body as it was replaced by a burning anger.

“I am so sorry.” You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself up into a sitting position on the plush bed. “Where were you? You’re—“ you turned to look at the clock on his nightstand. “Three hours late, Stiles.”

He frowned, stepping over to you to take your face in his hands. You wanted to protest his touch but you honestly didn’t have the energy, plus it felt nice. “I know, and I’m sorry. It’s just Scott—“

You shook your head. “I’m sick of the excuses. Scott’s my friend too, and I have to deal with his werewolf shit too, Stiles. But I am always ready to drop everything for you.” Whereas he was only prepared to drop everything for Scott so it seemed.

“Okay look,” he gently guided your head so you were looking right at him, leaning in to try and place a sweet kiss on your lips. You pulled your head back though, his brows drawing together. “Y/N?”

He tried again only to get the same result, and it was starting to frustrate him. “Stop avoiding my kisses!” he demanded. You rolled your eyes, turning your head to the side again when he leaned in so his lips hit your cheek rather than his intended target, your lips.

He groaned. “If you want me to stop avoiding your kisses, then stop avoiding me.”

He was taken aback by your bluntness, but he supposed he did deserve it after showing up for your date over three hours later. “What can I do to show you I’m sorry?”

You sighed. “Plan a date and actually show up to it. Just put in some effort for once.”

“I will, I will. I promise. But can I have my kiss now?”

stiles stilinski taglist - @peter-parkers-gf @rqmanoff @ccosmic-illusion @hunnybunimdun @instabull @taramaria @raajali3 @raynelbabe @celestair

[chasingpj]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤

pairing: percy jackson x child of aphrodite! gn reader

requested?: yup!

warnings: mentions of underage drinking, one curse word, and mentions of sexual tension

category: fluff, shy boy x obviously interested girl trope

a/n: don't mind me I'm just projecting and I got carried away

you’re not sure what gravitated you to percy more

the crystal green eyes, the freckles over his nose, the disheveled dark curls, or his clumsiness

the first time you laid eyes on him, he was walking back to his cabin after sword-fighting practice

his tan skin gleamed in the sunlight as a hand came up to swipe away the damp hair sticking on his forehead

for an action so mundane, it made your stomach flutter like crazy

and then the beauty of the moment was ruined right when he trips over the steps of his cabin

you heard stories of the kid killing the minotaur, blowing up a volcano, and rumors of being the suspected child of a huge prophecy

yet, he was not immune from tripping over his feet

and you’re sure the dorky charm of that moment made you think, he’s mine

for the next few days, you were determined to approach him

but you didn’t just want to come up to him and introduce yourself; that would be too plain and forgettable

you ended up finding your opportunity during a capture the flag game

silena gave you instructions to distract percy, and you headed over strong, ready to make your first impression while also taking him down for your team

sure, he had water powers and done a bunch of cool things, but your father made sure you were well trained in sword fighting and martial arts even before you knew about the camp

you planned to take him by surprise, and luckily it worked

with ruthless attacks, it didn’t take long for you to sweep him off his feet and knock his sword out of his hand

by pressing the flat of your sword under his chin, you forced him to look up at you, and you peered into those clear green eyes

gods, he’s cute, you thought

“hey,” you said

percy was stunned, not sure if it was because you effortlessly took him down or if it was because you were one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen

“... hi,” he sputtered, gawking for a moment as you offered your hand

you swore you felt sparks when his fingers brush across your palm... even though the contact was a little sweaty

in the distance, you heard the satyrs blow the horn and the roars of celebration from your team

“i should go back to the others. catch you later, ocean eyes,” you flirted

percy’s shoulders tensed up when you blew him a kiss; awkwardly frozen in his place as you waited

“well, are you going to catch it? you can’t just let my kiss fly away.”

percy shifted on his feet, not sure if you were serious or not, but when you held your ground with arms folded over your chest, it was clear that’s what you were waiting for

and so with a flushed face, percy awkwardly grabbed the air in the front of him, and you couldn’t help but giggle

“good, i wouldn’t want it flying to a stranger,” you commented playfully. “you know, i don’t really like this whole outdoor camp life thing, but seeing your pretty face around here makes it a lot better”

“uh… oh, thanks?” he stammered, not having the words to respond

you winked at him before walking off, more than satisfied with your first impression

after that, you were contemplating your next move

children of aphrodite can see all the possibilities in a potential relationship

you were able to see you and percy eating ice cream in central park, holding hands at camp, a shy kiss on your first date

you wanted all of it, and you going to make sure you get it

of course, silena and your siblings were your wing women

if percy was in the strawberry fields, you were picking strawberries beside him

in the fields, you got to know him and his sarcastic humor, which made your crush flourish

you even took sword fighting classes at the same time as him and made sure he was your partner most of the time

whenever you had a chance, you’d affectionately fix his hair or his armor just to hear his shy thank you’s

he’s never had a girl show this much interest in him, so you definitely made him a little nervous, but despite that, he opened up to you pretty quick

sometimes he’d help you out in the stables, and you noticed how he’d fumble with the harnesses or knock things over when you would flirt with him

you loved his reactions so much that you always took it up a notch just to see how he’d react

you suppose the pegasi didn’t make percy’s shyness any better

there were times where he’d shush them, or the tips of his ears would grow even more flushed at a neigh or huff from one of the pegasuses

as the summer came to an end, you gave percy your email and made sure you stayed in touch

you didn’t live very far from one another, but you didn’t dare ask to hangout

you wanted to be asked first!

and you were disappointed when the invitation never came despite the two of you being consistent with sending emails

the year flew by fast, though, and you were excited to return to camp for an array of reasons; percy being one of those reasons, of course

when you saw him for the first time that summer, you were in awe at how different he looked after a year

he was taller, broader, and just more handsome overall

your stomach went into a frenzy when he greeted you with a boyish smile while his hand rubbed the back of his neck nervously because he didn’t fail to notice how, somehow, you were even prettier than he remembered

unfortunately, having the prepare for the war meant you guys were too busy to hang out as often as you did the previous summer

but when you did have time to see each other, it was still fun

there was an unspoken rule between you and percy that any talk about the war wasn’t allowed

it allowed you guys to just bask in the nights where you would watch the sunset while joking around and sharing funny stories

those nights were calm and still; they brought a sense of normalcy amongst the chaos and growing tensions

because of this, percy had sought out your company whenever he could get it

being with you made him feel like time slowed down

inevitably, the battle of manhattan occurred and passed, causing the summer to end with the grief of losing your siblings

while campers arranged the ceremonies to honor their siblings, percy hopped around to help

losing silena as a counselor meant it was time to pick a new one, and to your surprise, your siblings nominated you

you were silena’s right-hand person, the oldest in the group after her, and the strongest fighter, so your siblings felt it was fair that you took the role

but it didn’t feel right to you; the pressure of being a newly elected councilor while still grieving silena weighed hard on your shoulders

after the nomination, you needed time to get away and sit with your thoughts, and you were only there for a moment alone until percy had found you

his eyes studied your somber expression, and he was quick to ask what was wrong

as you poured out all your worries, percy was quiet and attentive

you cuddled up to his side for comfort, and even in your sorrow, you didn’t fail to notice the way he tensed up

finally, when you let everything out, he chimed in to soothe your worries

your expression was a little lovestruck as he said everything you needed to hear, and well, his strong arm around your shoulders definitely helped too

you were so elated that you couldn't help but press a kiss on his cheek to thank him

his flushed face was enough to lift your spirits for good that day

by the time the summer officially came to an end, you could feel that percy’s feelings for you were becoming stronger

the romantic possibilities you envisioned became more apparent, but percy hadn’t asked you out yet

and like, you guessed you could have asked him out, but that wasn't fair in your book

you were already making the first moves; it was his turn to do something about it

then you were sure your mother pitied you because finally, after a few more months of emailing, percy asked if you to go ice skating with him, and of course, you agreed

but then, you concluded that it was more like a cruel joke from your mom because percy never showed up

you waited hours for him before you trudged home in defeat

heartbroken wasn’t even enough to describe how you were feeling

being stood up with no follow up from him made you conclude that he just wasn’t interested and you just needed to move on

it wasn’t until you went to CHB for christmas break did you find out percy was missing

you were crazy worried about him and helped as much as you could to try and find him

when it was confirmed that he was still alive, you were more than relieved

from that day on, you were itching to see him again, and finally, after the giant war, you were able to speak to him

you only said a hello before you got sucked into a game of truth or dare with your friends

the game was self-explanatory; spin the bottle and the person who’s chosen is submissive to the person who spun it

you made up some lousy dares for the first few people until you spun the bottle in percy’s direction

“truth or dare?” your voice was challenging, and a little flirty

percy shifts in his place, “truth.”

“do you want to kiss me?”

“dare.”

“kiss me.”

the instigating coos of your friends made you smile, which contrasted percy’s stunned expression

“never have i ever-”

“that’s not even the game, percy!”

your friends laughed at your interaction, but you were honestly a little annoyed

he liked you; you could feel it, so what was he even waiting for?

“it’s fine. you don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to,” you say with a playful smile in an attempt to hide your disappointment

“shit, i’d kiss you,” leo joked, and you suddenly perked up at the request

a new idea came to your mind

“so kiss me,” you snapped your gaze to leo, a smirk on your face

leo gasped so hard; he choked on his own saliva

while he coughed erratically, showcasing all his shock on his face, you announced, “new rule! you can only give up a dare if someone else in the group offers to take it for you.”

your gaze fixed on leo, “so, are you going to kiss me or what?”

“uh, only if you want to,” he stammered, and you smiled, moving to lean over in his direction

suddenly, percy cut in, “i didn’t give up the dare.”

your attention shifted to him, and you didn’t fail to pick up the jealousy radiating off of him

your stomach flipped with anticipation at the success of your idea

if percy needed a push, you were going to push him

“you’ve given leo false hope then,” you joked, and playfully leo sighed.

“man, so close,” he mumbled.

you bit your lip as you leaned in percy’s direction

you felt his attraction to you; his eyes told you everything you needed to know and more

and before you knew it, your lips were against his

the kiss was short, but for a moment, the world around you was drowned out; you barely heard the coos and cheers of your friends around you

with a satisfied smirk, you pulled away, settling back in your spot as percy’s eyes averted elsewhere, too shy to look at you

you and your friends played the game until you grew bored and found something else to do

because the festivities kept pulling you in one direction to another, the only interaction you had with percy was the occasional longing glance and nothing else

as you escorted a few of your sisters who drank a little too much back to your cabin, you were sure you’d have to wait another day to talk to him

lost in your dismay, you automatically denied piper’s offer to finish the task

it wasn’t until she scoffed did you pull out of your thoughts

“are you kidding? go. i’ll get them back. you find percy.”

“oh yeah. you guys need to do something about that sexual tension. are you gonna date him or what?” another one of your sisters slurred

before you could even protest, you were shooed away by not only piper but by the rest of your siblings too

you stayed in your spot, making sure they had at least made it to the steps of the cabin before you pranced up to percy’s cabin

you figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask if he wanted to go on a walk with you

your knock is followed by a few moments of shuffling before he opened the door

and, whew, you were pleasantly surprised to be greeted by a shirtless percy

“hey." you leaned on the door frame, your eyes trailing down to admire his toned torso

“eyes up here," percy playfully demanded

you were almost hesitant to avert your eyes, but you obliged.

"i wanted to ask if you wanted to take a walk. you know, i just haven’t been sleeping well."

percy leaned against the door frame, amused at the dramatic pout on your face.

“sure, let me put on a shirt firs-”

“oh, you don’t have to. i don’t mind,” you cut him off, and his head tilts back just a little as he laughs

“i’m putting on a shirt,” he declares playfully, and you whine in fake disappointment

on your walk, he told you all the crazy things that happened while he was missing, and even though his stories were a lot more interesting than what you had to say, he was eager to hear about what you've been up to

your conversation persisted as you walked around the camp and as you arrived at the docks, another idea came to mind

suddenly, you cut yourself off mid-sentence, your gaze fixed on the water

“perce, you know, i can’t swim,” you mention, stepping on the wooden dock

“really?”

“really.”

it was quiet for a moment, and percy's expression was laced with confusion as you kicked off your shoes

you didn’t even care that you were wearing designer clothes, running straight off the dock and into the deep lake water

you heard percy yell your name right as your body completely submerges in the water

and it wasn't even more than 3 seconds before percy jumped in, one arm immediately wrapping around your waist to swim up to the surface with you

his baffled expression sent you into a fit of laughter

“what? why did you do that?!”

“cause i knew you’d come and get me.”

percy’s lips curved up into a smile, and you took the time to admire his features in the moonlight

you swore you saw his eyes flicker to your lips for a second, and the action made you hyper-aware of how close your noses were

"kiss me!" you thought in your head as you circled your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer

you could feel his admiration, the accelerated thump of his heart, the fluttering in his stomach that mimicked yours

the kiss you shared earlier was far too short for your liking, and you were already looking forward to the next opportunity to kiss him again

“i haven’t forgotten that i owe you a date.”

you smiled at his words, half-distracted at the proximity of his lips

“so it was a date all along?” you asked, and percy nods, amused

“you know, i was thinking now that there isn’t another big prophecy and the chances of me disappearing again aren’t likely, that, maybe, you and i could-”

“yes! gods, yes.” you cut him off, and percy laughs at your eagerness

you waited too long for the question that you couldn’t even let him finish asking

he isn’t able to say anything else as you pull him into a passionate kiss

it was as if the years of anticipation were being poured into the movement of your mouths

the kiss was long, growing in eagerness until the harpies had ruined your fun and the two of you had to run back to your cabins

a part of you had wished that all of this would have happened sooner

you had plenty of nights where you were stared at the ceiling with conflicted thoughts, wondering if you guys just weren't meant to be, if you somehow made up his attraction to you in your head, or if you should ask him out first and save yourself the potential regret

but when you returned to your cabin full of enthusiastic siblings asking why you were soaking wet and why your lipstick was smudged, you realized you wouldn’t have changed a single thing

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hella could you spear some sakuatsu fics i’m having a sakuatsu brainrot and i trust your opinion

YES I ABSOLUTELY CAN I HAVE NO JOKE READ HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF WORDS WORTH OF SAKUATSU FICS THESE PAST FEW WEEKS AND I SHOW NO SIGNS OF STOPPING OKAY LET'S GO

ATSU101: how to fall in love with your fake boyfriend by solyn - this was THE sakuatsu fic for me. i literally hadnt heard of the ship before and i didnt even like atsumu at the time lmaoo (now i think i kin him which is... mortifying). honestly i aspire to be as funny as this author. this fic just sucked me in and i read the whole thing so quickly. the fake-dating au we all wanted. it’s hilarious but also touching, and atsumu is so dense i almost screamed at my laptop but in the fun ‘reading a slowburn’ kind of way

finders keepers by solyn - after the above fic i checked out the rest of this author’s works and found this. god i love this fic so fucking much. it’s hilarious and heart-warming and insightful and it made me want to face the world again at a time when i might have preferred hiding away a little longer. sakusa is babysitting his sister’s kids and ALL of them run away from him while in the middle of tokyo, leading him and the Handsome Stranger Currently Witnessing His Mental Breakdown to go on an adventure around the city to find them all again, falling in love in the process. the cameos of the other haikyuu characters are also golden, particularly iwaoi bc i adore them. just. read it. you won’t regret it

play among the stars by buttonstuck - i read this in a single day when i was travelling the other week and i have NO regrets. i absolutely love sakusa's characterisation in this and while i love atsumu being an oblivious dork in fics, him being clever scratches a really specific itch in my brain and this fic did not disappoint. also even just the premise is so fucking genius? i know the author was very open that a lot of inspo was from the martian but i still couldn't have written this in a million years. they are stuck on the MOON together. and initially that made me unsure bc it sounded quite far-fetched but i am so glad i took a chance and read this

three sheets to the wind by fairycake - PIRATE AU!!! this was written so well it genuinely could have been a published book and i wouldn't have questioned it. the characterisation of EVERYONE is just done so well that it was totally immersive, especially kagehina's interactions genuinely felt canon. i also literally almost got emotional about the ending bc it's so much more than just a sakuatsu fic, it's also about finding your dream and learning to live for yourself and there's found family and UGH

insert coin to play by fairycake - same author as above and the fic im currently reading. it's still being updated which is exciting and when i tell you ive read almost all of it today alone holy shit i got SUCKED IN. i wouldn't normally have clicked on this just bc the tags looked like it was just honestly gonna be smut (which ive noticed is a trend with sakuatsu but whatever) but i trust this author after three sheets to the wind and they did NOT disappoint. i had no reason to worry about the tags bc im almost caught up and all they've done is kiss and threaten to kill each other, i genuinely think atsumu's presence just requires it's own onslaught of tags lmao. i think this might be my favourite sakuatsu fic so far? and im not even finished yet? the plot is just so well thought out that it could genuinely be a real book and i wouldn't question it, and there's moments of humour that have genuinely cracked me up and holy shit the characterisation. THE! CHARACTERISATION! their banter and the enemies to lovers and the tension is just *screams*. this is professional level writing. also the wholesome miya twin content. i just. 'if you're gonna die, die where i can find you' what if i started sobbing uncontrollably. I JUST REALISED I NEVER EVEN SAID WHAT THIS IS ABOUT it's such a cool premise this author never misses. it's a cyberpunk universe where omi and atsumu are bounty hunters! and they're each other's biggest rivals! but then they have to work together against a common enemy aRE YOU SEEING THIS SHIT-

burden of blame by deathbelle - this is another fic where the characterisation and enemies to lovers was just fucking nailed. like idk what it is about sakuatsu writers that just makes them hit the target EVERY FUCKING TIME but i want what they're having. give me enemies to lovers where they actually want each other dead and go from that all the way to being willing to burn the city down for each other. that's what burden of blame and insert coin to play do super super well. burden of blame is a really big one for the ship but if you haven't read it, it's a yakuza au where atsumu goes under the protection of the gang sakusa's in and they're forcefully partnered. the plot is so well thought out and there's a twist that literally made me pace my fucking room when i got to it. it's just so good and i ADORE both sakusa and the miya twins characterisations in this (im a sucker for wholesome miya twin content if you cant tell and this didn't disappoint)

clipped to you by littleboat - this is actually just a one-shot but it is fucking ADORABLE and i have been utterly obsessed with the 'sakusa wears hair clips' hc ever since. like just. the mental imagery. the mental imagery. atsumu never stood a chance