#idk man. every once in a while i just get so overwhelmed by the love i have for twin peaks i can't even tell you

[samanthamulder]

Ray Wise in Secrets From Another Place: Creating Twin Peaks

[marleyybluu]

Another Man's Treasure

Oscar Diaz x f!reader

Word count: 6.8k (I am so sorry lmao)

Warnings: 18+, shitty husband, smut, p in v, unprotected (but pls don't be this stupid), creampie, dirty talk, cheating (but is it really if your husband is an ass), flirting, fluff, love at first sight type shit, Spanish/English pet names (pretty lady, hermosa, cariño), limited use of y/n(I literally used it once) idk lmk if I missed any.

(I only mention the first song but the other two are more for the… spicy scene😏)

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The only escape from reality you had was the small moments of disassociation you had between the screaming of your children and the-

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

The shouting of your overgrown child of a husband playing his stupid games on his stupid PS5 that you wanted to set on fucking fire. This is not the life you pictured as a stay-at-home mom, yes the piles of dirty laundry were expected, and the mountainous dishes in the sink but you never predicted you'd be doing this alone. Your own mother stayed at home with you and your two brothers but your dad would still help her around the house so that she got the time to kick her feet up and relax.

You never got that.

You were living with this dark cloud over your head and deep regrets in your mind, why did you marry this man? You did think he was the love of your life, three years together before you got married proved your theory but never did you think it was going to end up like this. The amount of work you did was overwhelming, just one look at the number of toys on the floor made tears sting your eyes. You were tired, exhausted, drained and absolutely depleted.

If this was a job, you'd quit, you would take your children and quit. You wanted to so badly but the small hope of him changing clung to you like a piece of lint. You sighed holding your eleven-month-old on your hip while you made him a bottle, anything to keep him from wailing in your ears-- Jesus, half the time you couldn't hear.

"Babe!"

Your eyes rolled, you loathed his voice at this point. "What?"

"Can you pass me a water bottle?"

"Get up and get it, I'm making Malakai a bottle."

He groaned. "For fuck sake, you're in the kitchen already."

Your nostrils flared, and your eye twitched. You wanted to cuss at him, shout at him until your voice box shattered but you kept whatever calm you had left and ignored him. A small hand landed on your nose and you smiled kissing the tiny palm. "I love you too bubba."

He flashed a little smile and your heart sobbed at the fact that your last baby was growing so fast, teeth already emerging from his gums when just months ago he didn't have any. You could never regret your three little creatures, you loved them dearly, so much so you were willing to put up with the man that helped you create them just so they could have a two-parent household but you didn't know how much longer you could take this.

Heavy footsteps trailed inside the kitchen, you could tell he was angry at the fact that he had to pause his little game just to grab some water. He looked over the sink, utterly disgusted by the site in front of him and instead of just keeping his mouth shut or for once volunteering to do them he decided to spit out a sentence that made you want to knock his head off with the glass bottle you were holding; "You need to wash the dishes."

Your blood was boiling, if life was a cartoon you'd have steam coming out of your ears. "Why don't you get off of the game and do them?" You bit.

He cracked open the bottle cap. "Hey, I'm the one that works all week, you just stay home and do nothing."

Nothing? NOTHING!?

That was it.

That was the tip of the iceberg.

Your shoulders dropped and he left the kitchen, there was that ringing in your ears again that came and went every time you zoned out. Ever since you got married you'd felt nothing but unappreciated by him, you quit your job to stay home with your children and not even a thank you, you made sure he had a good meal when he went to work and all you got in return was an "it was okay." And the disgustingly dirty dish tossed right in the sink you'd just emptied. You were at the end of your rope.

You held back your tears and lightly kissed your son on his head handing him his bottle and putting him on a beam bag so he could lay down and drink. You trotted upstairs to check in on your oldest twins who were in their room colouring and getting along for once. Then you headed to the bathroom locking the door behind you, your body sliding down to the floor, you curled up in a ball burying your head between your knees you let out a long and heavy sigh before your river of tears took over.

A cry session your body and mind were so used to. You wailed into the void, muffling your weeps so that your children wouldn't hear you and come asking what was wrong, a question you couldn't answer without them turning on their father and you didn't want to ruin that relationship they had with him.

You were just so tired.

--

As night fell you remained mute when it came to your husband, whatever he had to say you didn't respond to, you were just happy that it was Sunday and soon he'd be out of your face for a few hours.

With the kids all asleep you were in the kitchen on FaceTime with your older brother. "The kids are great, they're sleeping." You conversed.

"And how have you been?"

There was no hiding how you felt when it came to your siblings, you were the baby and the only girl so when you were hurt they knew and they'd do whatever they could to fix it. "I'm okay... I'll be okay." You reassured. He was the only one who knew some small details about what you were going through and you begged him not to say anything not even to your mother until you figured out how to deal with everything yourself.

"Hey, listen, Jordyn is going on vacation next week, she's hitting Fiji, and I think you should go with her."

You squinched up your face, you didn't have a problem with your brother's wife, always so thankful for the sister you never got but what about your kids? Could you even trust that man to take over your duties even for a day?

As if he read your mind he continued. "I mean it'll be summer break next week, and they can stay by me if you want. I just, I really think you need time away from life. I want to see my little sister happy."

You pouted, it really touched your heart how concerned he was. A vacation would be wonderful, it was all you could dream of after the kids were born, you loved them but you just wanted to be by yourself.

"I'll think about it."

"Well, don't think too hard." He joked. "Whatever. I gotta get their lunches together, I'll call you when I make my decision."

"Sounds good, night."

"Night."

The call ended and you finished packing the twins' lunch placing the bags on the only empty spot on the counter. You huffed at the dishes and your husband's words replayed in your head. Nothing. You do absolutely nothing.

The longer you stared a vengeful plan began to brew. You were about to show him what doing nothing meant.

--

You decided you were going on that trip, Jordyn was excited and your brother was happy with your choice. The week flew by quickly, you kept up your normal appearance of keeping the house clean and to your husband's liking and by each day you grew more distant from him not like he cared in the first place.

On the last day of school you explained to the twins that you were taking a trip with Aunty Jordyn and they, unfortunately, couldn't come but they'd be staying with their uncle and they'd loved that man to death so they were excited either way. Your house was a mess and for once you smiled at it, you'd been letting everything pile up for the last two days, packing the clean clothes they did have in advance. The only explanation you gave your husband was that they were all staying by your brother for the week but you didn't mention that you weren't coming back.

You were leaving tonight and there would be no stopping you. You loaded the van with their stuff and yours and hollered for them to get their little butts in the car. "Last one in the car has stinky feet!" You laughed at the building volume of stomping feet coming across the hall and down the stairs, your twins were out and your youngest sat on your hip giggling at their antics. You happily wrote a short note.

Bye.

That's it.

You showered your baby in kisses and grabbed your keys before heading out the door, you locked it and made your way to the car, buckling in your baby and making sure the other two were in securely. You closed the door and first time in a long time you felt a weight off your shoulders, you smiled in satisfaction at how you left the house knowing you were not going to answer a single phone call from that man.

--

Jordyn squealed. "Ugh! I am so excited I don't even know what to do with myself!" You laughed at her enthusiasm as you put your hair up in a ponytail. It was day 2 of your trip and you were living life, you couldn't remember the last time you felt this relaxed. Now, of course, you missed your children it'd been the longest you'd ever been apart from them so you were a bit clingy with the calls but it was all understandable.

You two were hitting the beach today and you were a bit nervous, nobody had seen your body in almost a year not even your husband but Jordyn had persuaded you to find your behind in a two-piece bikini and you argued that you'd wear it as long as you could wear a cover-up so it was a deal. You looked yourself over in the mirror, you felt oddly confident. You looked fucking good. Three kids did your body right.

"You sure you want that cover-up?" She teased watching you admire yourself. "Hmm," You angled your lower half so you could check out your bum, how plump it had become over the years. "Maybe not."

She winked. "That's my girl."

You two grabbed what you needed and headed down to the beach which was right in front of the hotel you were staying at. The slight wind brushed against the water sending a cool and comforting breeze your way, your ears wiggled at the sound of the waves, and the giggles of other vacationers enjoying their time like you were.

The cushiony sand had greeted your toes after overflowing onto your sandals. You two travelled until you found a decent spot, it was close to the bar and the body of water. You set up your area as best as you could but you were in a battle with the beach umbrella Jordyn insisted on bringing. She watched with her hand covering her mouth to camouflage her laughter. "Okay, you know what, I'll handle this and you go handle us some drinks."

You childishly stuck out your tongue and strutted your way over to the bar, you hopped on an available stool. The bartender noticed you asking for you to just give him a minute. "No worries." You responded. You went on your phone and checked the many pictures your brother sent of your children, you smiled and a bit of sadness tugged at your heart. You missed your babies dearly.

The number of messages went up and it could only be one person. You promised you wouldn't look but you just had to, you swiped and tapped on your husband's name.

Where the fuck are you!?

The house is a fucking mess!

I'm not cleaning up, I hope you know that.

Baby, come on, we can work this out. Please.

You scoffed at the last message and put your phone down casually being greeted by the bartender who watched your various emotions while you went through your phone. "Everything's okay?"

Oh. Wow.

He presented a sweet smile, your eyes slightly widening at the sight in front of you. He was handsome, scratch that, he was fine as fuck. The shaved head didn't usually work on a lot of men but it did him justice, the scattered tattoos on his pretty and tanned skin, his broad shoulders that looked like they were made for legs to be hooked on and not to mention his big arms that looked like they could hold you snug and tight all through the night.

"Uh, yeah, everything's... everything is good." You stammered, a queasy feeling crept through you as it settled in your lower stomach. Butterflies? But you couldn't even remember what that felt like in order to come to that conclusion.

"Good to know. What can I get you, ma?"

You shuddered at his voice. He could talk to you all day.

"One Long Island, and one Piña Colada please."

He nodded. "Starting off slow I see." He chuckled. "Eh, we're on vacation, gotta soak it all up before we go back."

"I see," He multitasked making your drinks and conversing. "And when does the pretty lady go back?"

You blushed, should you even tell this literal stranger when you're actually leaving? But he felt... comfortable, easy to talk to and it's not like you'd ever see him again. "End of the week."

"Oh, you have plenty of time to get shit-faced." He encouraged. He'd finished your order and placed the liquored-down drinks in front of you. "Don't worry about paying yeah? It's on the house. Enjoy your vacation pretty lady."

"Y/n... you could just call me Y/n."

Not like you wanted him to, pretty lady was working just fine

"Nice to meet you. Oscar... Diaz." He winked. "Thanks, for the drinks."

"Anytime, pretty lady."

Your legs felt wonky as you walked away, and your breathing quickened. You did your best to walk back to Jordyn without looking back, if you did you were pretty sure you'd fall, just clumsy as fuck. "Girl, that man was watching you walk away." She whispered. "Stop." You poked, shoving her drink toward her. "Oh please, his eyes were on you." Jordyn gazed over to the bar, "He's still staring."

You casually whipped your head around and sucked your teeth when you noticed he wasn't. You glared at her. She snickered taking a sip from her Long Island. "Makes good drinks too."

You sighed, "Shut up."

The topic was silenced, you downed a few more drinks but sent Jordyn to get them instead while you swam around in the cooling water, floating around enjoying the peace the water brought you. But you couldn't help but occasionally look over to the bar. Oscar Diaz... nice name. Nice face. Cute little moustache that sat above his lips and a goatee that sat below. Pretty rosy pink lips...

Your eyes darted away. You're married.

Are you though?

You swam back up to the beach, it was beginning to get dark and the patrons on the beach became scarce. You wrapped yourself in a towel and collected anything Jordyn hadn't packed up yet. "You want one more drink before they close up? Maybe your new friend will allow it." She teased. You took off your flip-flop and threw it at her but your reaction only made her laugh.

A familiar voice was heard behind you. "So she's beautiful and she's got good aim, better watch out." 

You quietly gasped. "Hi... Oscar."

"Hey, uhm, listen I own a club not too far from here and you know it's a decent hangout for the locals... and the visitors." He winked. "Wanted to know if you two would like to come check it out?"

You fought back a smile. "We could try." You answer without even thinking. "I'll take that," He reached into his pocket handing you a folded piece of paper, you assumed had the address of the place he owned. Your fingers brushed against his, prickles felt like they were forming on your skin and those weird feelings returned in your lower stomach.

He sent you another wink and headed back off to the bar to close up.

--

Of course, Jordyn was down to go. You groaned internally as you two pulled up to a crowded place, looking up at the illuminated sign reading Cloud 9. Hmm, cute. You pulled down your dress as it rose up with each step, your heels clicking against the cold ground, the music booming so loud you could feel your body vibrating the closer you got to the entrance, flashing lights of different colours beamed through the door every time it opened blinding whoever entered. "Where's your friend?" Jordyn asked. "Have patience, I just told him we got here."

"Mhm." She sassed. Your heart thumped in your ears, it pounded against your chest. What were you doing? It was a question you asked yourself from the moment you got back to your room and began to get ready for tonight. You shook off your thoughts and shifted your eyes over to a black door that slowly began to open. "Hey, over here." Oscar waved you two over and you followed. "What's going on, pretty lady?... And pretty lady's friend."

Jordyn nodded at him as a silent greeting, she was just here to observe your anxious behaviour for her entertainment. "Come on," You followed him through a dimly lit hallway and up a flight of stairs, your nerves building and sudden regret forming in your bones until you entered a brighter atmosphere, the loud music returning to your eardrums. He had led you two to a section that only had a few people, you could assume it was the VIP section.

"Anything you two want to drink just let me know and I got you."

Jordyn raised her eyebrows at the tempting bottle of unopened champagne sitting in a bucket of ice. Oscar chuckled granting her permission to open it, she shimmied her shoulders in excitement and got to work. You shook your head at her, you travelled over to the balcony and looks down at all the patrons having the time of their lives, a few familiar faces from the resort and others that weren't recognizable which you could only assume were locals.

Oscar found his place beside you and nudged your shoulder with his. "You want anything to drink?"

"No, not yet, I'm good."

He slowly nodded. "So, what are you doing in Fiji? Besides vacationing."

You huffed, "I just needed time to myself... to get away from shit."

"I hear that." You could just feel those sweet and curious brown eyes boring into the side of your head, you poked the inside of your cheek with your tongue and looked down at your shoes, just anything to not make eye contact with him. You were shy, you were never shy not even with your husband when you first met him. It's like this was a new feeling, you were queasy and nervous and it honestly felt good in a weird way-- it felt good to not be comfortable, to get all flustered over someone like a schoolgirl crush.

"You really own this place?"

He scrunched up his face. "Half own, I guess. My brother and I came here for an escape just like you and we ended up staying. Now, we own Cloud Nine and I work down at the resort once in a while."

"Oh, you're a busy man."

"I try to be." Oscar chuckled. He was so easy to talk to, why was he so easy to talk to?

You found yourself moving a bit closer. "What were you trying to escape from?"

"Life. I wasn't happy where I was living and I wanted better but... given the circumstances, we just couldn't get it. So I threw a dart on a map, so to speak, it landed on Fiji and we've been here ever since."

"Where are you from then?"

"Originally born in Mexico, we moved to LA, and then out here."

"Would you ever go back to the States?" You asked finally looking up at him knowing he hadn't taken his eyes off you all night. He leaned forward, officially entering your bubble. "If I had a good enough reason... yeah."

You looked up at him through your lashes and softly smiled, meanwhile, Jordyn sat on the couch sipping and shaking her head at the sight in front of her. She would playfully scold you in the morning but tonight she'd let you have your harmless fun.

As the party went on you were getting a bit bored being upstairs so you grabbed your girl and headed downstairs to where the crowd was and of course Oscar was right behind you, he felt a sense of protection over you two tonight given this was your first time out here and inside his establishment. You had found enough confidence to start dancing around, a little two-step from left to right to get you going, but soon the constant flow of drinks Jordyn handed you helped you loosen out of that as well.

The DJ was beginning to play all the oldies, and that was your specialty. Oscar watched in adornment as you killed every lyric, every adlib and every beat to whichever song came on. It had transitioned from a bit of Hip-hop to something a lot slower.

  "Right now, we're gonna slow it down a bit, so grab your lovers and take your time."

The lights changed to blue and a recognizable first note had you close your eyes.

Mmm ooooh, my my my my my my my babyyy ouuuuuu

Jordyn had already found herself dancing with a random woman. She looked widened her eyes at you and quickly flicked them over to Oscar, trying her best to encourage you to make your move. But he was faster. You felt yourself being pulled into his warm embrace, his strong chest against your exposed back, his hands carefully snaking around your waist as if he was worried about you rejecting his touch but you gladly welcomed it.

Melting into his hold you two swayed side to side, he leaned down comfortably nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. You were lost in the vibes of Keith Sweat's Right and a Wrong Way. You reached back hooking your arm around his neck lightly scratching his scalp with your nails. "You smell so good, mamita." He whispered, it was a miracle that you heard him. Your lips parted slightly as you felt his warm breath tickle your skin. His swift hands ran up your sides resting right under your breasts and gliding back down to your hips.

A thumping began between your thighs, now that was something you hadn't felt in a long time. You put that feeling to the side no matter how hard it was to do so. The rest of the night it felt like all the songs were targeted for just you two, you hadn't eased up on him once-- always in close proximity to him. He touched you in simple ways, ways you hadn't been touched in almost a year.

It was getting super late, almost three in the morning and you couldn't recall the last time you were out like this, it'd give you hell when you woke up but it was worth it. You and Jordyn rode back to the resort with Oscar, she exited the car first thanking him for the night out and wobbling her way inside. You giggled watching her walk away, "I should get in there before she tries the key on the wrong room."

But you didn't want to leave him.

And he didn't want to leave you.

"Thanks for tonight, I had a lot of fun."

"No problem, anything to help a pretty lady escape." He bit his lip. "What are your plans for tomorrow?"

"Recovering," You laughed, "But other than that nothing."

"Can I see you again?"

You gulped and nodded. "Mhm."

He laid out his palm your eyebrows furrowed as you rested yours on top of his, he brought the back of your hand to his lips and placed such a gentle kiss on your skin. "Goodnight, mamita."

You wanted to scream. You left the car putting a little swing in your hips as you walked away, you looked over your shoulder and sent him a cute little wave before disappearing behind the doors.

— —

And that's how you spent the rest of your trip, shamelessly flirting with Oscar. You got to know each other a lot more, when you weren't spending time with Jordyn you were with him. Giggling like an airhead and blushing red like Rudolph's nose.

Jordyn constantly teases you about the crush you'd seem to quickly develop.

"Is this stupid?" You ask shoving your face in the pillow. This all felt too good to be fucking true, a guy that you met only four days ago was treating you so much better than the man you married four years ago. Oscar had flowers for you at the front desk of the resort every morning and sent you the sweetest messages throughout the day about how he was thinking of you, how he caught a glimpse of you today and you looked stunning, calling you the prettiest woman he'd ever seen step on this island.

You convinced yourself they were all lies, sugarcoating you like he probably did every woman but who were you fooling? Certainly not yourself and certainly not Jordyn.

"It's not."

"I'm married." You argued tiredly to which she fake yawned. "I don't see a ring on that finger and I don't see that man treating you any better than Oscar has. Just saying."

The fingers on your right hand brushed your vacant ring finger, you'd taken it off the minute you got on the plane, you didn't want to be reminded of him on this trip at all and yet there was that piece in the back of your mind that reached out to him. Checking his messages once in a while but never responding, he was giving you the attention you wanted but it didn't feel right.

The fact that you had to spontaneously leave to get even a fraction of what you were asking for was bullshit. Downright bullshit.

You groaned sitting up the pads of your fingers now rubbing your temples, tired and stressed. The trip was almost over and you dreaded going back to that house that was no longer a home. He'd sent you pictures that he'd finally cleaned up but you had a feeling once you returned home things would go back to the way they were and you did not want that.

"I think your brother would agree with me, you've smiled more in these past few days than I've seen back home, I mean you two are always so distant when you come over. And don't think I don't hear your rants when you and your brother are on the phone. Now I don't condone cheating but, hey, I didn't see shit."

You sighed checking your phone for any recent texts from your husband but Jordyn caught wind of what you were doing and snatched your device. "Enough with him. Flirt and have fun before you have to go back to normalcy."

You heard your phone buzz in her hand, she looked at the message for you. "Speaking of, someone is downstairs."

You felt nauseous. "Where are you two going anyway?"

"Down to the beach, said he has to restock the bar... and I wanted to spend time with him so I offered to help."

"Mhm." She winked. You grabbed your phone back from her grasp and told her you'd be back soon. You left your room, entered the elevator and headed downstairs where Oscar was happily waiting for you. "Hola querida." He become more comfortable speaking Spanish around you, especially when he noticed how the little nicknames got a reaction out of you.

"Hi," Oscar noticed the shaky tone in your response and made note of it You had comfortably slipped your hand inside his, he immediately hooked his fingers in the spaces of yours. Like he was your puzzle piece.

You two headed down to the decent-sized Hut, your eyes widened at the number of boxes sitting on the sand. "Don't worry, I got the heavy bottles, you just get the small ones." He reassured pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You loved those, so innocent and sweet, although you wish sometimes he'd kiss you on your lips or you had to courage to kiss his. "Think I can't handle the big boxes?" You scoffed walking inside after him.

"I think you can, I just don't think my pretty lady needs to."

My pretty lady.

ugh!

With music playing in the background you two got to work, "Do you still think about running your own restaurant?" You asked sparking a conversation, you squatted down to the lower shelves and propped the glass bottles in an organized fashion, eyes tearing through the material of your sundress and you could feel them. "I do, yeah. Why?"

You bit your lip. "Would it still be down here?"

There was a beat of silence. "Most likely."

Another pause in the moment aside from your soft humming to the music. "You excited to see your kids?" He asked. You smiled at the mere thought of them. "I am. My three little headaches." Oscar found himself next to you, leaning against the counter, you stopped your movements and looked up-- he had one arm folded over the other and a bit of a scowl on his face.

"What?" You innocently question standing up to match his eye line, well more-like chest line. "Nothing, just trying to take my time to remember this face." He reached for your cheek, his fingers ghosting your flesh. "You flirt like this with all the girls here?"

A question that was supposed to come out jokingly but you were a bit serious. "Nah," You squinted at him watching his lips press together, his chest stuttering as he held back a laugh. "You asshole, I knew it." A dramatic hand to your heart as you playfully pouted at him and fake cried. Oscar's arms enveloped you in their warmth, you attempted to push him off but it was no use, your feet suddenly off the ground, you squealed and giggled as he switched positions with you plopping you on top of the counter.

He placed his palms flat on the side of your thighs while he was positioned comfortably between them. "To be fair, hermosa, it is kind of my job. But believe me when I say I've never spent any time with them. And I've definitely never brought them back here after hours." His thumb and pointer finger pinching your chin. "Just you, princesa."

You melted, your whole body could be seen physically slumping in his hold. His eyes sparkled while he looked at you, the crinkles in his eyes appearing as he smirked. Before you could comprehend anything his lips brushed yours, your head suddenly becoming foggy with the inappropriate images of him that you'd conjured up these past few days.

His nimble fingers danced along the hem of your dress, a rush of heat passing over you as he hiked it up further exposing more of your flesh.

This was no longer a want... it was a need.

Your hands landed right under his jaw as you pulled him in crashing your lips onto his and he happily reciprocated your energy, his hands wandered up to your hips tugging you closer to him as if it were possible. Your lips moved as one, tongues passing by in the heat of the moment, the only thing on your mind was him and you wanted it to remain so for as long as possible.

Tingles scattered around your body, both of you flushed with lust and arousal. Your hands travelled to the bottom of his shirt quietly begging for him to take it off, you needed to feel his skin, thankfully he got the message-- pulling away for a brief moment to remove his top. Your eyes glazed over his lightly tanned skin, little scars here and there you can only presume he earned before he got here.

You smiled at the strewed ink on his torso, chest and ribs. "What are you thinking about?" He inquired. You looked back up into his brown iris'. "I wish I had met you first." You mumbled drawing him back down, this kiss was a lot more passionate and slow unlike the first.

Oscar's hands gently tugged at the neckline of your dress, your breasts spilling over and his calloused hands finding them. You softly moaned against his lips, your nipples hardening from the cool breeze and his fondling. He pinched and rolled them between his fingers, your head tipped back and his teeth nipped at the column of your neck.

You were forming a small pool in your panties at his teasing. His tongue grazed your neck continuously licking and sucking a specific spot that was getting a squirming reaction out of you. You felt his devilish smile, he knew what he was doing to you and he liked it.

His hands moved from torturing your swollen breasts back down to your thighs shoving your dress up until your little black panties were on display. You sat on the edge of the counter making it a bit easier for him to remove them, the cool air hitting your soaking slit.

"Touch me, please, touch me." You whined not caring about how desperate and needy you sounded. Oscar listened to your pleas and dipped one hand between your legs, his fingers quickly finding your slick folds. You shuddered as he glided two fingers up and down, dipping them inside you once in a while.

You were soaking, you were throbbing, and you just wanted him inside you where he fucking belonged. He slowly plunged his fingers inside, you clench around them happy to have something pleasuring you. Your eyes are closed and your legs spread further for him, nails digging into his shoulder blade hopefully leaving little indents.

He pumped them in and out of you with the squidgy noise of your wetness to follow. "Yes... oh yes, like that."

Oscar felt himself twitch under his boxers using his other hand to undo his belt and pulled down his materials. His dick is hard and his tip a rosy pink turning cherry red oozing with a bit of cream, his hips buckled once his hand brushed over it-- equally as desperate as you were. Your erotic moans were like music to his ears, so much sexier than he could've pictured. You whined once he removed them your hole flexing around nothing as you caught your breath.

Oscar hooked your legs over his arms spreading you to his desire, you reached between your bodies firmly (but not too tight) grasping his length and guiding it to your entrance, his swollen head prodding inside you as the rest of him followed.

Your jaw slacked at the feeling of him deliciously stretching you out, he was so thick and it felt so nice. Oscar croaked out a moan while burying himself deep inside your warmth-- coating his dick with your sticky walls, so slick and welcoming that he didn't want to move.

You caressed the back of his neck as he pressed another kiss on yours, trailing it up the side and finally landing on your mouth. You giggled into the kiss, Oscar pulled back with a questioning look. "I can't tell the last time I felt like this." You mumbled under your breath but he heard you. He didn't want you to leave, hell if you didn't have kids he'd probably try to convince you to move out here with him.

He didn't say anything in response just pulled out and pushed back in. "Fuck." You both moaned.

His head dipped back down, nibbling on your sweet skin.

You whimpered through every tantalizing stroke he gave you, his tip poking right at your hot spot and you knew you wouldn't last. "You feel so good!" A sentence broken by little gasps. Oscar grunted, violently gripping your thighs as he pounded you, pulling the filthiest sounds from your pretty little throat. So loud and erotic he was sure they could hear you back at the resort.

Your eyes squeeze in absolute bliss, your head hazy from the constant pleasure you received, quickly feeling a sensation in your lower belly a wave of heat threatening to take over. Your palm lay flat on his back while the other gripped the edge of the counter.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oscar!"

He lifted you off the counter a bit, relentlessly slamming into you now. Your high getting closer and closer. "I can, shit, I can feel you mamita. So fucking tight."

Your toes curled and your eyes rolled. "Baby, ohhh, I need to..."

Oscar smiled. "You wanna cum for me, baby? Come, mi amor, all of it."

His words tipped you off the edge, your back arched and your body trembled from the shockwaves of your orgasm, he held you closely revelling in your pulsating pussy dripping down his shaft.

He quickly brought you off the countertop, your wobbly legs barely holding your support. He turned you around, you barely recovered from the first position.

You were sensitive and extra wet just how he wanted you. You flinched when he pressed himself against your entrance once again, pushing in ever so carefully. "Fuck... you."

He laughed menacingly, his hands squeezing your hips. "That's what I'm doin' pretty lady."

You wanted to give him a smart-ass answer but it was cut short when he began to move. Your nipples were hard against the surface, you rested your head down and whined. "So fucking good."

"Yeah?" He chuckled spanking you. He was enjoying the pornographic sounds that you provided, all going straight to his dick.

He wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you up against him, back pressed on his chest, his warm breath in your ear. "Can't get enough of you I swear." He admitted.

He poked and prodded against that familiar spot, tears of overwhelming pleasure threatening to spill when he pinched your nipple. "Fuck! I'm gonna miss you, so fucking much."

"You gonna think about me?"

"Yes! Oh!"

You felt him twitch inside you, you smiled egging him on. "I won't stop thinking about you, when I touch myself I'll picture it's you-"

"Fuck, cariño,"

"Ou, you're the only one I want inside me."

You convulsed around him feeling another orgasm quickly building and getting ready to fall apart. A few more thrusts and Oscar held himself still inside you, your body shivering at the warm cream he just spilled inside you. His high triggering yours. You reached behind hooking your arm around his now sweaty neck.

The sound of the wind against the water and the waves crashing describe exactly how you felt right now.

"Oh... my god." You said breathlessly.

"You're okay?" He asked with a laugh. You giggled tipping your head back on to his shoulder. "Better than okay."

He sighed kissing your back. "I meant it..." You said.

"What?"

"I'm gonna miss you."

He smiled sheepishly. "I'll miss you too."

--

Those moments replayed in your head constantly, it was the only thing getting you by once you came back home. You two still talked every day, called and FaceTimed but it wasn't enough. You would stare at the prices of tickets and sigh, you couldn't afford to go back right now.

Your life was the same, unloved and unappreciated, despite the embarrassingly desperate messages your husband had sent when you were on your trip. You stared at another pile of dishes, your shoulder sinking with exhaustion. With your two older ones at school and your son almost an hour into his nap you decided to just relax. You clicked on Netflix and attempted to finish Bridgerton's, Queen Charlotte.

Your eyelids felt heavy, sleep threatened to take over but the doorbell had them shoot open. It wasn't just one ring it was multiple and it was annoying so you assumed it was your brother. You groaned trudging to the door. You swung it open aggressively, ready to give him a piece of your mind. "You're going to wake-"

There he was. Standing in front of you, on your doorstep... at your house. "O-Oscar..." You poked his chest to see if he was really there. "Said I'd come back when I have a good reason." Your eyes softened, your arms reaching for him. His lips immediately find yours. "I," kiss, "fucking," kiss "missed you."

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he stepped inside closing the door. He carried you over to the couch and plopped you on the cushions. You laughed, your mood immediately changing with him around. "Jordyn told you where I lived didn't she?"

He nodded. You rolled your eyes. "Of course."

"Not happy to see me?"

You pulled him down for another kiss.

"Beyond happy."

I was going to wait until the weekend to post this but I am a little too excited to get this out.

Shoutout to my girl @darqchilddaydreamz for her input on a few things and her encouragement. Holdin it down ✊🏾

if you liked this fic feel free to like this fic, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

Alsooooo thank you for 800 followers, yall cool as fuck thanks for fucking with me and my antics.

Peace and love see you in the next one✌🏾

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[froggibus]

Just This Once - Ramattra

Pairing: Ramattra x f! reader (reader uses f pronouns + has a pussy)

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 955

Summary: Ram needs a little stress relief while he’s working, and who better to do it than his beloved pet?

CW: cockwarming, cervix fucking, overstim if you squint, Ram calls you pet, dom/sub dynamics, Ram is kinda mean, unprotected sex (but he’s an omnic so idk), creampie (but he’s an omnic so idk), Ram has a cock, mentions of aftercare :)

hi i absolutely love this man and it’s been too long since I got to write about him so what better time than day 3 of kinktober? cockwarming has been on my mind for a long time and doing it with Ram is just >>>> enjoy!!

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“R-ram!” You whine, shifting your hips forwards.

Ramattra’s one hand grip on your waist is bruising. He barely uses any strength to hold you still, all of his focus remaining on the holopad in front of him. He pays no notice to the way you clench around his cock.

You bury your face in his neck, closing your eyes and trying to think of anything other than how good his cock feels inside of you. He’s so big that he fills you up to the brim, your poor pussy struggling to make room for him. It doesn’t help that he has you sitting perfectly still, either.

“Please,” you beg and try to roll your hips again, only for him to tighten his grip and hold you in place. “I just—I wanna feel you.”

“You can feel me perfectly fine now.”

His words bring tears to your eyes. You ache desperately for more friction, the frustration starting to overwhelm you. You push your face further into the nook of his shoulder to hide your desperate sniffles and whines. 

Ram rolls his eyes at the feeling of your wet tears. “Don’t forget, pet. You were the one begging me for this.”

“I-I know but—”

“But nothing,” he tsks. “I have important work to finish.”

You sigh and let yourself fall against him completely. Your pussy still clenches and throbs around his cock, juices dripping down onto his thighs. You tighten your arms around his shoulders, the pressure giving you something to focus on other than the pulsing between your legs.

Ram only works for a few minutes before he notices that you’ve gone completely still. He tries to ignore it, but your perfect stillness and even breathing get the best of him. 

He strokes your back, waiting for a reaction. You don’t move, a dead weight on his chest. Ram grips your hips and lifts you up, slamming you all the way down on his cock. That gets a reaction out of you. 

You whine and tense up, looking up at him with teary eyes. “So mean,” you mumble. 

He keeps his grip on your hips, thrusting in and out of you at a devastatingly slow pace. “Mean?” He scoffs. “Mean? I’m so nice to you.”

Your knuckles turn white from gripping his metallic shoulders, trying to force a faster pace. Ram doesn’t let you, though. 

“So needy,” he hums. “Couldn’t even let me finish my work.”

He releases you from his grasp and crosses his arms behind his head. You desperately pull yourself up with his shoulders, nails scraping against his back, before letting yourself drop onto his length. 

He stretches you out so well, cock pulsing in your pussy in a way that makes your eyes roll back. You don’t care about how desperate and needy you look—you just want to feel him. 

Ram watches as you fuck yourself on him, each thrust punctuated with a squelching noise. You look so small and weak in front of him, so cute and helpless. 

Your eyes roll back, lashes coated in tears. You look up at him desperately, rocking your hips faster in your frustration. Ram sighs. 

He must be getting weak, because he would have let you get off this easy otherwise. 

He lifts you off of his lap, bending you over his desk. “Alright, pet,” he bottoms out inside of you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. “But just this once.”

You drool at the way he fucks you, bottoming out with every thrust. You stretch your arms across the desk and grasp the edge—anything to keep your mind from turning to mush. 

His pace is brutal, his cock only leaving the tightness between your legs for milliseconds before pushing back in. Your legs shake, giving out and leaving you flattened against the desk. 

The heat that’s been building in your stomach threatens to explode, all of your muscles quivering in anticipation. You squeeze your eyes shut, clenching up around his cock as your orgasm washes over you. 

Ram keeps fucking into you, your pussy fluttering around him with every thrust. He knows you came from the juices that splattered his stomach and dripped down his legs, but he hasn’t. 

The heat from your orgasm doesn’t dissipate, sensitivity overwhelming you. Your pussy aches from the overstimulation, every movement of his cock enough to make your head spin. 

You tighten your grip on the desk and pull yourself forward—whether to ground yourself or escape, you’re not sure. 

Ram grabs your hips and pulls you back into him, prying your hands off of the desk. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Your words fail you, washed away in the waves of pleasure from how he’s fucking you. He grabs your wrists together, pinning them behind your back. Your cheek presses into the desk and the cold wood feels like bliss on your hot skin. 

He uses your hands as leverage to keep fucking you, his thrusts getting sloppier each time. You know it won’t be long now. He drives you into the desk, the wood starting to slide across the floor with every thrust. The impact of his thighs against yours is hard enough to bruise, but the pain feels so good. 

“Such a good pet,” he groans. “Such a good cocksleeve.”

His cock twitches, hot liquid filling you up. You go limp on the desk and let him finish pumping inside of you. Your pussy aches when he pulls out, clenching around the air.

Ram strokes your head, “are you alright?”

You nod weakly. Your whole body is warm and sore, and you’re sure walking will be next to impossible in the morning. 

He wraps his arms around you. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

[livelaughlovesubs]

I’m cringing so hard while writing this but ermmmm…. PLS WRTE A RIMMING WITH KUNIKIDA FIC PLSSSS THAT MAN HAS THE FATTEST ASS 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

But if ur not feeling like writing or don’t feel like it don’t feel pressured to!! Js an idea I had, have a lovely day nini!!!! ʕ•̀ω•́ʔ✧

- 🎀

Thankssss, good day to you too my dear 🎀 anon! Honestly, I didn’t know what to write, like should I just jump into the act or make it flow naturally? Idk I struggled with this one for no apparent reason.

Dom!reader x sub!kunikida (Reader is gender neutral)

This is dirty. That’s what kunikida thought while on all fourth, sticking his bottom out for use. You really wanted to do…that? He never even knew such a thing existed, and no matter how he looked at the situation, he couldn’t wrap his head around it. Even so the blondie couldn’t turn you down, which led to your current situation. If this is inevitable, then he should try to enjoy it, no?

He felt weird kneeling like this, especially because he was all nude. It felt like he was an object, a price waiting to be claimed, something that was being observed. Sweat ran down his forehead, and his eyes widened a little when he felt your hands grab his waist. “Don’t you want to lay your head down onto the pillow?” You suggested with a caring tone, brushing over his back with your fingertips. His skin felt smooth and pleasant to the touch, and when you reached his lower part, you slapped his butt once. It didn’t hurt as much as how loud it was.

“Ah… no, it’s fine.” The male gasped a little, seemingly on edge today. Why was he so jumpy? Was he exited or scared? “No need to be this on edge, kunikida.” You rubbed his buns before kneeling down yourself, using your hands to spread him apart. It was amazing how much you adored this man, wanting to try anything to make him feel pleasure. You started with kitten licks, it was fun teasing his like this, and you could feel how he trembled. For him though, it was humiliating. He was the one on the receiving end, yet he felt embarrassed that he was doing this. Mostly because it felt better than he thought, and that was something hard to accept for him.

You continued teasing him to your hearts content, poking against his hole once in a while to head the adorable whimpers he would let out. “Ahh.. mhm, huUumm.” Whenever you went down on him, he felt sensations like never before travel through his body, electricity and tingles plagued his abdomen. There was no helping his squirming. His brain was telling him to get away and to get closer to you, he didn’t know what to do. It felt good, so good even that it was overwhelming. “HgnNn..! Ah-ahhHh.. y/n.” Always, every single time you two did some intimate stuff he would end up like this, like a flustered mess and naive kid. He tried to keep his breathing steady but to no avail, moans and whines escaped his swollen lips. They got swollen from him biting them too much. His face was cherry red and the expression he pulled was beyond lewd.

A while later he changed position, now pushing his face into the pillow in a poor attempt to muffle his moans. You kept playing with him, feeling your own heart pound from his cute reactions. He was being so sweet again, it made you want to eat him up, fold him together and toss him around. This normally cold and collected man, who’s all serious and disciplined now on all fourth and participating in such a dirty act. You had to tease him. Suddenly you stopped your motions, ripping him off of the sensations driving him insane. “ngHhh, y/n…? What’s- what’s wrong? Why..” a smile erupted on your face when you heard his question you with that pathetic face of his. His voice was meek and high pitched, incomparable to his usual one. “You probably don’t like this, kunikida, do you? Should we just stop and wash up?”

What were you suggesting now..? He was finally starting to lose himself in the ecstasy only you could provide, and now you want to stop? Every single nerve in his body screamed the word want, he desired this so much it hurt. Drool was hanging from his chin, and his member also got hard in the meantime, messing up the bed with his body fluids. “No, no, it-it’s alright I..” he started, somehow his voice didn’t want to come out. “What? You have to speak clearly, kunikida.” Just to provoke him, you used your fingers to rub his entrance, making him yelp again. How did you expect him to think under such circumstances?

The male gazed back at you, a fierce look on his face, though to you it looked no different than a pouting kitten. “And?” You smirked, unable to hide your own enjoyment. “Keep going..” he whispered, a little hesitant to say any more. “That’s not how you ask for something, or?” Why were you being so difficult right now? It reminded him of a certain someone. “Keep going, please…” kunikida tried again, taking a small break to find the right words, “I.. liked it.” Ah, really cute, so cute you wanted to bully him. “And what did you like?” You asked him again, stroking his dick slowly while waiting for his answer. “MHmm,..!! Ahhh, the- the thing.. you did earlier..! UgHhh, please..” this was his limit, if he had to do anymore of this humiliating act, he would explode. “Pff, alright, I guess I’ll show you mercy for now.”

[sturnmad]

“ keep looking, baby ” (nick x male!reader)

this is the first full-length smut i've ever posted publicly. i was nervous af so i decided to just go all-in & get it over with.

summary: reader’s been having some self-image issues lately. nick fixes that. [rq: “can u do a dom nick fic where he fucks reader in front of a mirror pls im begging 🙏 😔”]

word count: 2,426

contains: self-deprecation, body image issues, edging, dom!nick, oddly fluffy idk how that happened

It's no secret that you're a little shy and insecure.

It's not that you think you look bad, exactly, but you know you're no prize. Your boyfriend, Nick, openly disagrees. It’s probably why you get along so well. His confidence rubs off on you and makes you bolder.

Not quite as bold as Nick himself, though, so when he leans back and asks, “Do you trust me?”, you hesitate.

You both have busy schedules, so carving out time to spend together is difficult. What time you do have is usually spent like this: staying in, watching TV, and lazily making out.

It seems Nick has a bit more in mind today, though.

Nick frowns at your silence and your grip on his waist tightens reflexively. “Of course,” you say. “Why do you ask?”

Nick kisses you, brief and chaste. “Just wondering,” he mutters against your lips. His hands slide under your shirt. “You should take this off.”

You rush to comply. The air is cold but Nick's hands are colder, running over your stomach and chest. He nips along your jaw, pausing to suck at the spot under your ear that always makes you shudder, and tilts your head back to get more access to your neck.

Nick likes to leave marks. He’ll take his time, leaving a trail of hickeys from your throat to your thighs. Once you looked down after a particularly rough night and found finger-shaped bruises on your hips.

Nick settles his weight more fully on your lap, bites the base of your neck. It makes you squirm, and you can feel the smirk on Nick's lips when he kisses the bite apologetically. He shifts back a little to continue biting at your collarbone and down your chest.

Then he slides off the couch and drops to his knees between your legs.

He digs his fingers under your waistband, pulls it back and releases it so it snaps against your skin. You make a quite frankly embarrassing noise. “Off,” he orders, and you rush to comply.

But then, of course, you hesitate when you realize Nick hasn't so much as taken off his shirt.

You gesture at his clothes. “Aren't you going to—?”

Nick shakes his head. “Not yet.” Then he pushes back your shorts just enough to nip at your thigh and any protests you had die in your throat.

Nick sits back on his heels, runs his hand through his hair while you throw your remaining clothes into some forgotten corner of the room. He’s blushing, too, so you know he's not totally unaffected. It looks good on him, though—everything does.

Nick always looks good, though, and you have to look away when he leans forward. You rub a hand over your face and yelp when Nick bites your inner thigh again, this time higher up.

“You embarrassed?” Nick asks. He sounds amused. You nod, squirming a little. This isn't the first time you've done this, but it's a lot every time.

Nick pinches the underside of your knee, making you wince. “Look at me,” he says softly. You do, because you know Nick likes to see your face. His insistence on eye contact has always been overwhelming in a good way.

You weren't a virgin when you met Nick, but you'd never been in a relationship. It wasn't really an option for you, being the only openly gay man in the small town you grew up in. But one night stands and rushed fumbling at parties with boys who wouldn't look you in the eyes the next day could never compare to this—sex with someone you actually knew and trusted and loved.

It's way more embarrassing, for one. You preferred to leave the lights off. Nothing killed the mood faster than the sight of your own body.

“You don't have anything to be embarrassed about,” Nick says. He probably knows what you're thinking. You've voiced your insecurities before.

“That's debatable,” you mutter. Now you're even more embarrassed. You don't want to kill the mood or anything.

“It's not.” Nick squeezes your thighs and says bluntly, “You're fucking hot.” His breath ghosts over your balls and you nearly pass away on the spot.

Nick’s a talker both in and out of the bedroom. You, on the other hand, prefer actions over words and get easily flustered by compliments. You’re just not used to receiving them.

Nick loves to take advantage of that.

You don't really know how to respond, so Nick hums and grabs your hip with one hand and your dick with the other. His hands are big, strong, and the muscles in his arms flex as he moves. You never thought you had a thing for that until you met him.

He leans forward and your head falls back as he licks a long stripe from bottom to top. “Jesus Christ,” you spit, voice muffled by your own hand, eyes slammed shut. “What's gotten into you?” Nick wasn't usually so bold.

Nick squeezes the base of your dick just a bit too hard—again, not something you knew you liked until you met him—and waits until you look down to speak. “Look away and I'll stop,” he says as if that's not the hottest string of words ever uttered. There's spit on his bottom lip that you desperately want to lick off. “‘Kay?”

You nod. He squeezes again and you say in a rush, “Okay, yes, yeah.” ‘Use your words’, another favorite of his.

Apparently satisfied, Nick ducks his head and takes your dick into his mouth. You almost look away again, can't really help it—Nick's mouth is warm and wet and it's a lot all at once. His hold on your hip tightens as he lowers his head, ensuring you don't move an inch.

Nicl pulls back, breathing hard, a string of spit connecting his mouth to the head of your dick. He licks his lips as his hand moves over your dick, spreading the spit, making the slide easier. He looks you in the eyes as he reaches the head, thumb sweeping the underside, and the expression in his eyes alone makes you whimper.

Nick’s smirking when he lowers his head again. This time he doesn't hesitate, just hollows his cheeks and moves like he's trying to suck out your soul. All you can do is tangle a hand in his hair and hang on for dear life.

You feel your orgasm come on embarrassingly fast. You tug on his hair, words escaping your mind for a second—the entire English language, actually—before you finally stutter out, “Nick, I'm about to come.”

Nick sinks down and hums, nearly killing you on the spot. Then, to your complete surprise, he moves off of you with a wet pop and pats your thigh. “Bed,” he says shortly, voice all rough and fucked-out.

You've never moved so fast in your life.

You crawl across the bed to the nightstand and pull out lube and a condom. When you look back Nick's standing at the foot of the bed. Somewhere between the living room and bedroom he's pulled off his shirt, and he's now entirely naked save the boxers slung low over his hips. Your mouth practically waters as you eye his happy trail.

You look up and meet Nick's eyes. Of course he caught you staring. He only smirks and grabs you by the ankles, yanking you toward him in one smooth motion.

You smile up at him. “You should take these off,” you mutter, digging your fingers under his waistband.

Nick only hums and kisses you, slow and chaste at first, quickly deepening until you're all but sucking on his tongue. Maybe you're just imagining it but you swear you can taste yourself in his mouth.

You don't even realize he's taken the lube from your hands until he pops off the cap. He leans back, kissing you one last time, and pushes at your chest until you take the hint and lay down.

Nick drops to his knees and you spread your legs instinctively. Nick props your legs on his shoulders as he works. Even though you're anticipating it, the cold lube still makes you shudder when he pours it onto you. He squeezes your thigh in sympathy as he pushes the lube in with a finger, slowly but in one long motion.

You suck in a breath, nearly hissing, and bite at your knuckles. The stretch feels as strange as it always does. Nick kisses your thigh and rubs your side soothingly. “I know, I know,” he mutters.

He takes your dick into his mouth again, more shallowly this time. He runs his tongue under the head as he adds another finger.

You shudder as Nick works his way in, head tipped back, panting like a dog. You’re still close, and something about this—Nick being as close as physically possible, inside of you, the feel of his fingers as he pushes deeper—gets to you.

Then he curls his fingers and you moan, shuddering and attempting to squeeze your legs together. Nick puts a stop to that, but you can hear the smile in his voice when he mutters, “There you go.”

He continues to brush over that spot inside you as he works in a third finger. The first time you did this you protested, and Nick only shook his head and promised, You'll need it. He was right. Nick's big—not porn-star big, but certainly above average—and thick.

It's a stretch but you start pushing back into his thrusts, anyway, and he keeps sucking you and rubbing that spot and God. You want him inside you yesterday.

Nick releases your dick with another wet pop. “Want it bad, huh?” He punctuates with a rough thrust of his fingers, punching a cut-off moan out of you.

It's not really a question. You always ‘want it bad’ when it comes to Nick.

You shudder again when Nick pulls his fingers out, this time at the odd, empty sensation. Nick stands up and finally, finally kicks off his boxers. His dick, hard and flushed red at the tip, slaps his stomach. It takes everything in you not to pull him towards you and suck him off right then.

Nick crawls onto the bed behind you and pushes you onto your hands and knees. You wait while he rolls on the condom, then while he splays a hand over your back and pushes you down, down, until your chest is flat and your ass is arched high in the air. All thoughts leave your mind except yes.

He pushes in with one long, slow motion that punches all the air out of your lungs. Once he's bottomed out he leans over you, panting, until you're pressed chest-to-chest.

For a few moments it's just that, just the two of you breathing, then Nick rocks forward a bit—grinding deeper, hitting your prostate—and you let out a muffled moan into the bed. He does it again, and again, and again, until you start pushing back, until you're just panting, mouth open, probably drooling into the mattress.

You feel it when Nick sits up, when his hands smooth over your back before pushing down—pinning you to the bed—and then he pulls out and thrusts back in. Shallow at first and then deeper, harder, pushing you forward with every thrust.

Nick's grabs you by the back of your neck, his hold the only thing keeping you from getting fucked off the bed. He lowers his head, panting in your ear, “What are you hiding from, baby?”

You hear him but don't really understand, a bit distracted by his hand on your neck, his open mouth on your shoulder, his dick buried so fucking deep inside you. Then he grabs you by the hair and yanks your head up and—

Of-fucking-course. You should have realized.

There's a mirror on the door opposite the bed.

“Look at yourself, baby.” You watch the reflection: your fucked-out face, Nick pressing sloppy kisses along your jaw, returning to your ear to whisper, “Look how fucking hot you are.”

He grinds into you again, punching a borderline pornographic moan from your mouth. You're not usually that loud in bed. Nick takes it as a challenge.

“You're fucking perfect,” Nick hisses, sounding so awed and fucked-out and utterly gone that for a moment you almost believe him. He grabs you by the jaw to kiss you, open-mouthed and so wet you're connected by a bridge of saliva when he pulls away.

He rests your foreheads together and says, panting, “Look away and I'll stop.”

Fucking bastard, you think fondly as he pulls away. You wonder how long he's been planning this. Then he starts thrusting again and you lose the ability to think at all.

You try your best to follow his orders, to keep your head up and eyes open, and he keeps panting and groaning in your ear and telling you how beautiful and good and perfect you are. Your moans get more frantic until you're almost whining, scratching at his hands, his arms, slurring out, “Nick, Nick—”

Your awful, awful boyfriend has the audacity to laugh at you. “What is it?” He delivers a particularly hard thrust that makes you gasp and dig your nails in. “What do you want, baby?”

“You fucking—nh—know what I want, asshole.” You're drooling. God, this is embarrassing.

Nick—your awful, awful boyfriend—stops. He just stops.

“Not sure I do, sweetheart,” he says in that perfect condescending tone. He leans down and says lowly, “Why don't you tell me?”

You roll your eyes and grit out, “Nick, please touch me so I can fucking come already.”

His hand tightens on your neck for a fraction of a second. “Next time I could do without the attitude.”

Then, finally, he starts moving again. Your beautiful, gorgeous boyfriend winds a hand under you to tug on your dick. You might see heaven.

“Keep looking, baby,” Nick groans in your ear. “I want to see your face when you come.”

A few moments later you do, so hard your vision goes blurry for a split-second. You nearly go limp, Nick’s hands on your hip the only thing keeping you upright. He moans when he finishes, panting in silence for a moment before pulling out.

After, when you're laying in bed wrapped around each other, you flick him on the forehead and mutter, “Why do you always say that shit?”

Nick only laughs. “It's true.”

He says it so softly that for a moment, you almost believe it.

[yuna542]

Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 3 <-

Part 4

Pairing: OT8 x reader/ mostly Chan x reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Fem!reader

Warnings: Suggestive Themes, Swearing, Mentions of sex and alcohol

Word Count: 3.1k

Note: Here we go. New Part. Hope you like it. It’s so much fun writing conversations between the boys, idk why xD The tension is rising and Felix being adorable as always. Hyunjin as a dom softie always gets me btw…

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

When you finally came into the practice room holding hands with Felix, the chaotic conversations between the boys fell silent.

Jeongin, who was sitting on the couch, waved to you with a broad smile and Han immediately jumped up from his place on the floor.

Everyone sat together and unpacked the food that had been delivered. You guessed they couldn't decide once again and had just ordered everything.

A lot of coffee and smoothies, sushi, ramen, Subway sandwiches, and even two pots of ice cream had been draped in the middle of the small seating circle.

"How did you manage to get her away from work?", asked Lee Know with amusement, his gaze lingering on your legs for a moment.

Before Felix could answer, Han pushed a large cup of yellow liquid into your hand and offered you a seat between himself and Hyunjin.

"Is that the mango smoothie you had the other day?", you asked him and he nodded.

"You were looking over so enviously the whole time after you tasted it, so I ordered you one."

You had to grin and Han's face lit up as you lightly nudged him in the side.

"Thanks, Hannie.”

The conversation picked up again and Changbin offered you a bit of everything. He made sure you got exactly what you wanted, and since he loved to eat so much himself, you were touched by how much he paid attention to your wishes.

The mood was boisterous and you were all sitting together for the first time in a long time. There had just always been too much to do and from now on it wouldn’t get any less.

Only between Chan and you it was still strange and the others noticed that too.

Hyunjin had put an arm around you and you leaned your head against his shoulder while Jeongin and Seungmin discussed where to get the best burgers.

You kept feeling Chan's gaze on you, but when you looked at him, he quickly looked away.

Felix noticed this and looked back and forth between you. Even Han tried to lure you both out of your shells with funny comments.

Otherwise Chan and you were always talking, teasing each other or teasing the others together, but today it was just confusing.

The rest of you tried hard to keep the relaxed mood, but it was getting way more difficult by every minute that passed. To everyone's surprise, the first one to blurt out was Seungmin:

"What the hell is wrong with you guys?"

Minho fell silent and Felix even flinched so hard that he looked like a scared kitten. Seungmin stared directly at Chan and the silence was more than oppressive.

"What do you mean?", he asked calmly, as if there was nothing to talk about.

"Well you two! What are you doing?", he snapped at him, pointing at you. Chan shook his head speechlessly, seeming overwhelmed by the sudden confrontation.

Hyunjin pulled you closer to him and intertwined his fingers with yours, soothingly circling his thumb over the back of your hand.

"Seungmin is right", Minho joined in at that point.

"Why are you acting so strange?"

Your eyes lingered nervously on Changbin, who stared at the ground, as it was the most interesting thing he ever saw. He was the worst at hiding his thoughts and feelings. He had burst into the situation this morning and tried not to look conspicuous since then, but failed miserably.

When still no one answered, Han snorted loudly:

"We can't afford right now to have our leader and manager not even be able to look at each other!"

"We're family after all. Let's just work it out", came from Felix, who was clearly uncomfortable with you being put on the spot like this.

Hyunjin looked at you anxiously from the side, and you would have liked to huddle against his chest to hide you from the whole world. Then Jeongin pointed at Changbin.

"You do know something! You've never been so quiet in your life."

Changbin looked around, caught, and his gaze flew back and forth between Chan and you like a ping-pong ball.

"Why don't you just tell them? It happened ages ago", he said, and you swallowed hard.

Then Han finally understood, too, and he widened his eyes.

"What? You know it too? Just say it already!", Lee Know started to shout at him.

"Chan, Jisung, Bin and I met before I started to work here", you blurted out.

If you dismissed it with this one thing, then they would maybe finally give it a rest. Now the members looked at you with interest. That's when Chan finally joined in.

"We were partying and met at a club. That's it."

Changbin raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms.

"Oh yeah, that's it?", he asked challengingly, and Chan nearly stabbed him with his gaze. That's when Jeongin's eyes got as big as plates and he slapped his hand over his mouth.

"Oh my god! Did you guys sleep together?", escaped him with a gasp and he grinned widely.

„What? Did you really fuck her back then?", Han gasped now too, letting himself be carried away by Jeongin's excitement.

"No!" exclaimed Chan and you in sync.

"We just kissed", Chan said, by now so red in the face it was really cute.

"And we were drunk", you added.

“So you already knew each other and didn't tell us?", asked Hyunjin now, sounding hurt. Then Minho pointed at Han and Changbin.

"Those two knew about it, too."

"I thought it would be better if we forgot about it. After all, I work for you guys. It would have been unprofessional", you said quickly, squeezing Hyunjin's hand uneasily.

He had leaned forward a bit and was brushing your bare shoulder with his soft lips. Suddenly Chan stood up from his seat and you all looked at him from the floor.

"The others are right. Can we talk?", he said cautiously and you nodded slowly.

Hyunjin and Han let you out of the circle between them and you walked out the door with Chan.

"Let's talk in the studio", he said, holding the door open for you.

You sat in front of each other in silence for a full minute. He in his chair and you on the sofa. Like always. Out of sheer habit, you had slipped off your pumps and made yourself comfortable. Then finally Chan leaned forward and propped his forearms on his knees.

"Listen, what happened this morning... I mean almost happened… That’s not supposed to..."

"You're not allowed to have a relationship or even an affair. I know your contracts better than anyone, Chan", you replied.

Why was he justifying himself? You exactly knew his situation and because of that you didn't want to burden him further.

"I know that and I would never ask for that. It just happened somehow. I feel so comfortable around you. To be honest around all of the members..."

Chan raised his eyes and looked at you properly for the first time.

"I don't regret it, though."

His face was serious.

"What?"

"I wanted to kiss you so bad. Just like I want to kiss you right now."

The words stuck in your throat and all tension fell from Chan's shoulders now that he had finally said it.

"Channie, I..."

"Oh please don’t say my name like this and don't look at me like that when you dump me. I can't take it", he said with a raspy chuckle, running both hands through his hair.

That's when your mind snapped. You grabbed his pretty face with both hands and roughly pulled him closer until your lips collided. He wasted no time and grabbed you by the hips, lifting you off the couch and onto his lap as if you were a doll.

You buried your hands in his hair and deepened the kiss, finally, that suffocating tension between you fell away. Chan longed for you for so long that he almost screamed with joy. He gently stroked his tongue over your lower lip. You opened your mouth a little more and your tongues were already fighting for dominance. His chair squeaked as he slid one hand under your shirt and lightly pinched your side. The other hand pushed your skirt further up and stayed firmly against your butt.

Your lips kept bumping hard against each other and with each time you became even more addicted. When you broke away from each other, breathing heavily, he gripped your ass firmly with his hand.

You felt the bulge under you and rolled your hips slightly against his. Immediately a growl escaped him and he stroked his index finger slowly from your temple to your chin.

"I needed that", he whispered, looking at your face like a work of art.

"What do we do now?", you asked, intertwining your hands in his neck.

"Actually, I thought you had no interest in me or the others... We were just talking about you the other day..." he began, and you didn't understand a thing.

"What do you mean?"

His finger traveled further down your neck and he pulled you even closer to him.

"You know that as idols, we have very limited options. Dating and relationships don't work for us, even if we're allowed to. That's why we've come up with arrangements."

"What kind of arrangements?"

"Since we're in a very small bubble, it's easier for us to associate with only a few people we trust. Now I think you might be interested."

Indeed, your interest was piqued, even if you didn't yet understand anything he was trying to explain.

"It's like a friendship with benefits with the members. Only much more intimate and caring. Like a relationship with all of us to have fun but without the traditional restrictions…”

"You share?", you asked in wonder, and Chan laughed lightly.

"Sometimes. Every once in a while, two or three members share an arrangement, but this is the first time everyone's interested."

"You mean in an arrangement with me?"

Chan smiled gently and ran his fingers up your spine.

"Yes. But it's your decision alone. You can spend time with just one of us or all of us. You decide with whom, how far it goes, and where your boundaries are, and all of us will respect that. Even if you want to end things, you'll just have to say it and everything is back to normal."

All of this information confused you increasingly, and you still didn't quite want to grasp that he was offering you a sexual relationship with the most attractive men in the industry. Maybe even the most attractive men you have ever seen.

"Aren't there jealousy issues?", you asked cautiously.

"No. We know each other so long, and I think we all have a preference in just that, too."

"Like a fetish?", you teased him and he actually blushed.

"Maybe... Yes."

"I'll have to think about it," you finally muttered and he nodded quickly.

"Sure. Take your time. We don't have to commit to anything either and just see how it goes. You just have to be honest with each of us."

You understood that. You guessed arrangements like this didn't work any other way. But what did you know about things like that at all?

Maybe you just had to let it happen to understand.

"Even though I would like to stay here, we should go back. I'm sure the others are already worried enough", he said, and you nodded.

But before you could climb off his lap, he pulled you back again and pressed a kiss to your lips, which you immediately returned.

Then he gave you a cheeky slap on the butt when you tried to pull the skirt down again.

—

As soon as the door was closed, the boys looked at each other with wide eyes.

"What do you think they'll discuss?", asked Seungmin, and Changbin took another big sip of his Americano.

"Maybe Chan will finally ask her for an arrangement", Hyunjin muttered, looking down at his hands where the pretty girl lay a moment ago.

Jeongin straightened his back and looked as if he had just woken up as he heard the conversation about the arrangement.

"You think so?"

"Yongbok, don't look at me like that! We promised you we'd wait a few weeks, and now it's been almost three months", Hyunjin purred at the younger man, who gave him an accusing look.

Felix crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders sheepishly:

"My only condition was to get to know her better before you all pounce on her like wild animals."

A harsh laugh escaped Han, and even Changbin grinned, because Felix wasn't wrong. They've all been thinking about you a lot since you came in every day in those pretty little skirts, with those long legs and the big mesmerizing eyes. He knew all of them too well, to just trust them with you.

"So that's what we've been doing for the past few weeks", Jeongin replies, looking at the other boys.

"Right?"

Felix nods, unable to hide the fact that he was standing protectively in front of you. He just didn't want the other guys to scare you away or ruin you before he could even be a responsible friend to you. He started to like you too much in such a short time.

But he'd be lying if he said he didn't have naughty thoughts about you either. When you hugged him or he looked at your new blouses while staring at your cleavage for longer than was good for him.

He was reminded of that one day, when he accidentally saw your underwear peeking out, he spent the whole night jerking off thinking about your cunt and that pretty lips wrapped around his cock. The next morning he didn't dare to look you in the eye.

"So I know for a fact that Chan thinks she's extremely hot and thought about fucking her. And they also get along so well that you can get jealous... But maybe she just likes him as a friend", Han guessed.

"Yea... You're probably right."

Everyone was now looking at Changbin, who was trying hard to look inconspicuous but his shaky tone was more than dubious.

"If you don't tell us what you know, I swear I'll stuff this whole paper bag in your mouth!", Minho suddenly yelled, throwing the empty bag of sandwiches in his direction.

"Okay okay!"

Minho glared at him, that was enough to convince him, that he would absolutely stuff that bag in his mouth any time soon. So he told them everything:

"Today I came to the studio to work with Chan on the new track. But he was busy..."

"What do you mean?", asked Hyunjin, and it got quieter than ever in the practice room.

"He was lying on top of her and it looked like they were..."

"They were fucking?", shouted Han for the second time today, and Changbin shook his head.

"No! Not yet, anyway. But it looked pretty intimate. Maybe that's why they were acting so strange today."

Silence fell again for a moment, then Han stopped twirling the chopstick in his hand.

"So this is the first time we've all interest in the same person, huh?"

Changbin nodded, and Hyunjin raised his eyebrows as if it was out of the question for him.

Lee Know exhaled for a moment:

"Yes, of course. Have you seen the girl?"

"What about you, Felix? You've never participated in an arrangement?" asked Changbin, and the boy with freckles smiled gently.

“Yeah, I mean, she's obviously beautiful..."

"And extremely hot", Seungmin added.

„But I think she's also very kind and caring. She's smart and really cares about all of us."

"Sounds like our Lixie is head over heels in love with our manager", Jeongin teased and Felix's cheeks immediately turned red.

Hyunjin laughed and pulled him into his arms to tease him further.

„No it's not like that. I think she's precious and we cannot afford to lose her."

At that point the boys nodded in unison.

„She's definitely special", Lee Know added and at that moment the door opened and you came back in followed by Chan, who couldn’t hide his smile.

The Boys shut up immediately and looked at you two suspicious.

„It's okay! You can breath now", you giggled and sat down next to Felix and Hyunjin, before grabbing your smoothie and sucking on the straw.

Now all of them looked at Chan with questioning eyes. His cheeks were slightly red and he looked like a different person with that silly smile on his face.

„We spoke and everything is fine", he declared and you nodded.

All their clueless faces were pure gold.

„Sorry guys, but I have plenty of work to do", you said with a glance on your phone.

Han pouted and Hyunjin pierced you from the side with his eyes. As you left the room all of them stared at your ass and when you closed the door behind you, immediately turned to Chan.

„What did you talk about?", Han asked bluntly and Chan bickered before he answered:

„We just made up. Nothing special."

But none of them looked like they would believe a word he said.

„Like this morning? With you on her?", Minho asked ironically and Chan directly glared at Changbin.

„You told them?"

But the younger one just shrugged his wide shoulders.

„I had no choice. Minho threatened to kill me."

The leader sighed loudly and buried his face in his hands. To keep something secret from the boys was impossible anyway.

„Okay listen! I don't really know, what happened, but somehow she kissed me and I told her about the whole thing with the arrangement."

Now all of them were sitting straight, eyes on Chan.

„What did she say?", Han asked.

„She doesn't quite understand it yet and of course she needs time to think about it."

„So she didn't say no?", Hyunjin asked further.

When Chan shook his head, they were all equally relieved.

„But she needs time! So you will treat her with respect and will not push her into anything!”

His tone was harsh and didn't allow any arguments. Just like back then during their trainee days.

„Obviously", Hyunjin marks.

„To be clear: She would do it with each of us?", Changbin asked and Chan leaned back on the Couch.

„I don't know... Maybe."

Hyunjins stood up and stretched his arms:

„It's quite simple: Each of us has to make an effort and win her over. That's it."

„Sure, maybe for you, Prince Handsome", Changbin grumbled.

Hyunjin put some distance between himself and Changbin before he said:

"Stop bitching around. Now those muscles are finally good for something."

The members laughed loudly and bawled as Changbin jumped up and playfully chased Hyunjin around the room.

->Part 5

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valentine's day with bucky

A/N: Happy Valentines Day! Enjoy this quick little headcanon I thought of randomly while on break at work lmao I thought it was cute and themed well :) idk it's super short, probably stupid, but i wanted to do something for today and this is all what popped in my head

Before meeting someone, Bucky probably had little to no interest in valentines day in the modern world

Back in his day, though, he’d have a plethora of valentines. Was happy to give women flowers, take them out, have dinner, the whole thing. He’d rarely be a man without a date on that special day in February.

But times had changed and for a few valentines days, the holiday would come and go without Bucky even realizing it. Sure, he’d see the displays in stores and the couples going out, but he’d shrug it off.

Until he met you and suddenly valentines day had a purpose again

During your first together, I feel that Bucky would go a little overboard with it and you’d appreciate it but kind of also not take much note of it. In your experience, guys would go all out on the first valentines day but then by the second or third or fourth (if it ever got that far was rare) the enthusiasm would slowly die down

This was absolutely not the case for Bucky. The man absolutely adored valentines day

It always started right in the morning. You’d wake up to breakfast in bed. The only thing that would change is the type of breakfast. One year it was heart-shaped pancakes and then the next it was French toast with whipped cream and pink sprinkles.

At one point you showed him those mini waffle makers that can make waffles in pretty much any shape. (You got heart-shaped waffles that year.)

The breakfast was always quite impressive because Bucky was not exactly too up-to-date on cooking in the modern age. The variety of foods still sometimes could be overwhelming but he enjoyed trying anything when in the right mood. Often, though, he stuck to the basics and you appreciated that.

With breakfast would come your first gift: flowers. Bucky found very quickly that flowers had not gone out of style (it's canon, so) and when you two first started dating, he latched onto them as a sort of "safe" gift.

You never minded and sometimes your apartment could look like a greenhouse with all the flowers Bucky was gifting you over time, but you happily accepted them on valentines day. He always got you roses on valentines day.

Bucky is also definitely the type to make plans for you two on the holiday but then ask if you would like to do anything. He knows the day is really just about spending time with one another and showering each other in love but he wants to make sure you enjoy it completely, in every aspect.

He’d be very big on taking you out for dinner. I think once he got more comfortable in the modern age he’d be all for going out for a nice fancy dinner. He might need some advice, especially from Sam, on wardrobe and hairstyles but he’d be so excited to take you out all dolled up and show you off

"Jesus, how did little ole me end up with you?" Bucky would ask after letting out an obnoxious whistle when he saw you in your underwear trying to put on mascara.

"Bucky, I look insane right now."

"Impossible, sweetheart."

Bucky would probably be someone who enjoyed watching you get ready. I think he’d be amazed by all the modern makeup and outfits available for women to wear. He’d notice every detail of your outfit. He’d easily be the most attentive partner ever

After dinner is when you and Bucky would exchange gifts

Jewelry was also another thing Bucky felt was always a safe gift and he really enjoyed seeing you wearing pieces he bought you. You hadn’t been much of a jewelry wearer before Bucky but his enthusiasm for it definitely gave you a different perspective on it

Chocolates would be another safe, little cliche gift, but Bucky would also try to get adventurous with his gift-giving. Like I said, he’s attentive, so when there’d be even something small missing in your life, he’d try to help. From sweaters (because you complained about how cold your office is) to mugs (because you broke one that one time like six months ago), Bucky was always trying to show he cared and listened and wanted you to be at your happiest with him

On the flip side, gifts for Bucky could be incredibly tough. He’d always insist he didn’t want anything but how could you not when he was throwing gifts at you every valentines day

You’d go the typical route of getting him like a watch or a sweater. You’d try, even though you didn’t know what a man who had been through what he had would enjoy. You never got the impression that Bucky cared much for his own material possessions so you had to sometimes get creative with gifts. You’d given him a mini-vacation once, some gift cards. Once you got him one of those "name a star" certificates because he couldn’t hide his little nerdy side, and he found it quite humorous that he had a star named after him.

"Maybe one day I’ll fight an alien or something in space and get to see it."

"Bucky, I don’t know if that’s funny or not because it could happen with your track record."

In general, for the overall day, he would be so lovey-dovey, much more than usual which you were surprised was possible at all

He’d drown you in kisses, affirmations, wandering hands… You were completely spoiled by him and, of course, you had no trouble returning the favor

The day was about couples after all and despite Bucky’s protests that he didn’t need anything special for himself, that he enjoyed just making sure you were happy, that your love and appreciation were all he needed, you’d still try to spoil him as well

Others would of course give you two a bit of a hard time with how much you’d go all out for valentines day but you didn’t care in the slightest. It was such a happy, blissful moment

Truly, every day with him felt like valentines day, but that one day in February felt a tiny bit special, and the shininess was not wearing off any time soon

[oryoucouldhavemine]

TOH Headcanon Dump Post

(Mostly the De-lights because i write them the most lmao)

Hunter:

Autistic

surprisingly tall but like in a lanky "towers over everyone" way except he has terrible posture

gets overwhelmed with sound, light, people, basically everything if it was unexpected he's probably overwhelmed

Darius is his dad but Raine and Eberwolf are like, honorary parents at this time. Eda and Camila are more like the really close aunts he always visits to me, idk i dont see Eda being a parental figure that works for him (Luz however that is her daughter fr fr)

has lots of scars from Belos trying to "teach him a lesson" about bravery and such and Hunter doesnt think anything about it until hes like changing and Darius does a drama queen dramamgic gasp, hand over chest while leaning against a wall for support

HATES tight clothing, its too restricting he enjoys oversized and loose clothes. in the human world, luz introduces him to skirts and hunter is like "WHY WOULD ANYONE NOT WEAR A SKIRT THEYRE AMAZING"

he also likes purses he thinks theyve gotta be magical or something

touch-starved but has loving friends and family who are here to help him through it

discovers fire trucks and engines in the human world and despises the boiling isles for NOT HAVING THEN WHY DONT THEY HAVE THEM THEYRE SO COOL????

Luz

ADHD + genderqueer (p sure both are canon)

SHE WOULD LOVE NEO/XENO PRONOUNS theyd have sm fun with chosing ones

Loves to dress masc and fem and soemtimes combine them in asburd ways but she always surprisingly makes the outfit work

wants a guinea pig farm. no, NEEDS a guinea pig farm. She wants to name them all after her favourite book characters and sew them tiny outfits to match she would KILL a man for a guinea pig farm

considera hunter her older brother and looks up to him a lot

LOVES her gf would also kill a man for her she is the light of her life. luz tries to do grand romantic cheesy gestures like writing amity poems or getting her a massive bouquet of flowers but something ALWAYS goes wrong (amity loves all the gestures regardless)

luz's favourite colour is purple (because of amity ofc)

she HAS to sleep either sprawled out taking up every inch of the bed possible or curled up and swadled like a little baby there is no inbetween

very tactile if luz isnt hugging someone there might me something wrong

im cutting this short i could make fifty posts about luz hcs alone

Amity

autistic + sapphic

npw that shes free from her mom, she LOVES to be imperfect, she gets happy whenever she fails a test or a spell because shes ALOWED to be imperfect now

she and hunter did NOT get along at first like even post-s3 they didnt mesh well but they both care for Luz they had to get over it (and now theyre practically ever apart)

admired lillith even more now, she thinks lillith is like, THE COOLEST person in the world but feels akward telling her

has poor circulation so she gets cold really easily

whenever shes stressed or worried, shell pull at two strands of her hair next to her face and like twirl or pull on them to ground herself

Gus

unlabelled he/they

brags about having gone to the human realm to anyone who will listen

considers himself an expert on human things despite barely actually knowing anything human

loves playing pranks but is literally terrible at them but everyone humors him and acts surprised (he knows theyre acting)

once took a human SAT just to see if he could and got a higher score than Camila got on hers and she calls him Boy Genius for it

like in Flyer Derby, hes really good at a lot of sports but he plays untraditionally. hes always underestimated by the other team but then ends up scoring all the winning points

hes a silly little guy love him

Willow

her comfort person is hunter, she feels strong all the time but it weighs on her and hunter makes her feel strong even at her weakest moments

she likes to knot and crochet! she picked it up in the human world and she finds it so calming and fun except it took her a bit before she actually got the hang of it (she made like five sweaters that had three arms but in her defense!!! she knows a lot of creatures and beings with three arms!!!)

works out! not necessarily to get strong but because working out makes her feel accomplished

amity has been trying out new hairstyles and Willow loves being Amity's pracitce head. You can barely ever find willow without some sort of fancy braid or bun hairstyle nowadays

she wants a horse. shes not actually sure what a horse IS but she wants one

super sweet to every new person she meets until they mess with her friends then she is the scariest person alive

Darius

OCD + gay

he discovers what drag queens are and becomes obsessed

"a place for everything and everything in its place" hehas harsh rules about what does where and gets easily upset if his system is ruined

he DESPISES "if you hate messes so much whyd you pick the messiest magic to learn" comments because how DARE you insinuate that abomination matter (PART OF WHAT HE IS!) is ANYTHING like mud its actually very disrespectful of you to think so he says

he and alador had a falling out in their later years of school and to cover up the hurt, darius will argue and tease him but deep down he really just misses him

at the start of him trying to care for hunter, he refuses to admit that he is like a father to him. anytime eda or raine call him a dad, he'll go out of his way to try and prove hes NOT (cut to five months layer when hes legally adopted hunter and they meecilessly tesse him)

acts like eberwolf is the biggest inconvience hes ever met but would kill anyone who tries to harm them (and hed rather die than tell them that)

does things in threes, he doesnt even notice he does it at this point but he'll like rub his hands together three times, tie his hair up with three twists, eat three waffles for breakfast, and when smth isnt in threes it feels verry OFF to him

Alador

queer + autistic

very fixated on his work, he needs to be constantly creating and if he isnt creating then hes falling behind and if hes falling behind its the end of the world

doesnt know how to properly show affection, his parents had been pretty strict and neglectful so he doesnt know how to properly show his kids that he loves and cares for them

NOT a tactile person at all. don't touch him and DEFINTELY dont touch him without permission. he has very few people who are exceptions (his kids and Darius) and even then there are limits

hates the feeling of showering so hes a bigger bath person despite darius telling him thats not an effective way to get clean

he has like eighty pairs of the exact same outfit because its the only texture he can stand

darius and his falling out was due to his parents telling him darius was dragging him down and he itched him in an attempt to make his parents proud. he deeply regrets his choice everyday (they fix their shit eventually)

he DOES have a favourite kid but he refuses to tell them such

Edric

bisexual + autistic + transmasc

this man gets NO BITCHES none zero trying to find a partner is borderline IMPOSSIBLE for some unknown reason

he runs on a schedule and if something breaks the schedule no matter how small it can ruin his whole day

vrry open with his emotions. he will tell you right away if youre bothering him or did something to upset him

WHY THE HELL IS SCHOOL SO HARD he despises english because why are all answers right and wrong he loves math because there is only one right answer but its still a tricky subject for him

dinosaurs

his biggest fear is dying alone he hates being alone its the worst thing ever

WHY IS MAGIC TRICKY AS WELL WHY IS EVERYTHING SO HARD? hes getting better though and hes really good at beastkeeping

clingy emotionally and physically he needs the constant reassurance that people are there and care for him and hes close to his sister and tends to stick to her like glue

Emira

bisexual + AuDHD + transfem

when she and edric were younger and realised they were both trans they just switched names and clothes and it took ten years for their parents to notice the switch

RSD [Rejection Senstive Dysphoria] she hates that she has it because someone can say smth as simple as "sorry i cant make it my grandma died" and she'll start thinking of a million different reasons why that person actually just hates her (shes communicated this with her siblings though and they do their best to commincate clearly back with her that no they dont hate her at all)

SO MANY BITCHES people fall at her feet they swoon when she walks by but NONE of them are her type its terrible!!!!

loves her little sister but doesnt know how to show her love through any other way outside merciless teasing

she loves her brother, she does, she just wants to be her own person outside him, to be able to turn around and not see him two feet behind her

loves english and the fact you can make any wrong answer right with enough arguing and debate. math is her least favourite subject WHY THE HELL IS IT SO HARD

has years of detention stacked up but has not attended a single day (she got suspended for a week because of it and was just like YAYYY FREE VACATION!)

will sometimes just sit in her dads workshop while he works and watch in silence because she likes hanging out with people but knows alador cant focus with sound. its both of their favourite times

Raine

lesbian + nonbinary

post-s3 runs a music therapy group where they teach people how to play instruments or how listening to music can greatly help their mental health

has been in love with eda since their breakup, they never stopped loving her and would watch from the sidelines with terror as wanted signs got hung up around the BI for years

doesnt mind dressing fem or masc but prefers the more androgynous outfits

has watched hunter from the sidelines and tried to protect them from a distance but could only do so much. post-HM raine goes out of their way to make sure hunter is safe

sees luz as a sort of step daughter and then promptly panics over that realisation for a whole day

gets flustered really easily like why is everything so embarrassing what the hell

very agile, can do backflips and stuff

Eberwolf

Unlabelled + he/they

COULD JOT STAND DARIUS AT FIRST darius and eber did NOT get along in their early years of being covenheads but then eventually learned they were both rebels and got closer now theyre kind of like begruding brothers

could kill a man in their sleep and has

loves being dirty, mud is so much fun why doesnt everyone roll around in the mud more?

has also watched hunter from afar for years, hunter used to be sent out on overnight missions into the woods and stuff and eber would follow along and protect hunter so he could focus on his mission and not random forest creatures trying to kill him

Most of these are based on my dadrius series and stuff so if you enjoyed these hcs uou should go read my fics (KaztielCS118 on ao3!!! used to be Im_Basically_Shakespeare but i changed it recently)

[insidereagan]

the gang (+ jr and a.b)’s ideal date

(inside job) sorry if anyone’s done this before haha I just had this idea

reagan:

despite her being like my main crush/f/o, she was probably the hardest to do but I feel like it would really depend on her mood. she’d either want to go to a museum (“we both know museums are the sexiest places on Earth!”) or just chilling at home watching tv.

if you two go to a museum, she’d probably really enjoy holding your hand while you walk around. physical touch is more bearable for her when she’s engaging in her special interests or doing something she enjoys.

she also doesn’t watch a lot of tv, so when you’re watching stuff with her, she usually lets you pick what to watch. I think she’d enjoy things like physiological horror. (same reagan, same)

restaurants are a nightmare tho. like she gets so stressed and overwhelmed as it’s loud, and she really struggles to be herself in busy environments, especially when eating.

if she’s eating a comfort food though, she can manage!!

you also bond when ur in the car together! it sounds stupid, but she probably ends up talking about smth rlly random, and you two talk about it for hours.

it could just start off with smth like “hey,, y/n, is a hotdog a sandwich?”

and ya’ll most likely lightheartedly argue about it for ages.

she doesn’t say it a lot, but she really loves and appreciates spending time with you.

brett:

OH <33 BRETT’S SUCH A SUCKER FOR SIMPLE CUTE DATES

like take him on a picnic in the woods (he’d totally make you and him matching flower crowns)

also taking him to still valley and having an 80s style date, it would make him cry :((( /pos

speaking of, after a long day of work, pls cuddle him on the couch and watch the growing years with him <333

it would make his year

just anything soft & simple would just make brett melt :( like reagan he finds big dates v overwhelming

but if there was anywhere in particular he wanted to go, but couldn’t because he was so anxious, get the man a fidget toy to fiddle with.

gigi:

this was quite hard, but y’know those photoshoot places you can go to with pretty backgrounds, where you take photos? yea, she’d like those. then taking you to a fancy restaurant after.

also movie nights where you cuddle on the couch watching shit and she points out the subliminal messages in them.

smth like “hey, y/n, did you know that Hwang represents the shadow gouvernment?”

also I think as a treat, maybe once a month, if you’re comfortable enough, she’d take you to a club!

you’d dance together and it’s a v nice experience.

very big on double dates. idk why, she just gives that vibe.

also CLOTHES SHOPPING. like you two will go to the store, try on different clothes, and she WILL compliment you.

glenn:

again i find mr. dolphman hard to write so bear with me

my guy would melt if you took him to like an raf museum? like just him explaining all the parts of the plane, you not really understanding, but just saying “that’s lovely, dear,”

also classic dates! fancy restaurants, cinema, etc etc.

i think he’d be really into hearty food, like lasagne.

he’d also be obsessed with surprising you with food.

andre:

CONCERTS.

idk why, he’s just the type of guy to take you to a lot of concerts. he really enjoys high-energy experiences with you like that.

also going to get fast food at 3am. like my dude would randomly text you at 3:00 in the morning like “hey babe, wanna get mcdonalds?”

like gigi, he’d take you to clubs. but not as a treat like gigi, i mean like every 2 weeks.

myc:

y’know those 50’s style diners? yea. that’s myc’s shit.

also staying in and having deep conversations while jazz music plays on his record player.

just v classic, traditional dates. any fancy restaurant he will love.

im sorry i don’t have more for him 😭

jr:

GO GOLFING WITH HIM

pls he’d love that :((

like crazy golf specifically? just for fun

also he’d take you to fancy restaurants.

when I say fancy, I mean over £50 just for starters.

let him spoil u his love language is gift giving,

robotus/alpha beta

just snuggling up on the sofa, ordering takeout and watching friends.

he’d die <333

i can just imagine him melting into your touch like <33 he feels so fucking loved??

[quodekash]

im making dangerous romance my entire personality so im sorry to all my non-bl mutuals for the spamming of your dash every Friday night/saturday morning but its gotta happen

this is how I pose for photos

A KISS???

PLS LET IT BE A KISS

EEEEEEEEEEEEE

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR AGESSSSSS

but also kang's gonna cry in this scene. we've seen it in the end credits, sailom wearing kang's jersey and hugging kang and grinning while kang is full on sobbing and I still can't guess why kang would be sobbing while sailom's grinning and comforting him

thats adorable

I literally love them so much

OH

OH HONEYYY

HE'S TEARING UP

I GET IT NOW

IT'S OKAY KANG HONEY, YOU'RE ALLOWED TO CRY

I actually really love this

like a lot

generally crying is associated with sad things and characters in shows, particularly if they're men, usually only portray crying as sad, but its actually perfectly normal to cry for literally any emotion at all, and its so refreshing to see him tearing up so much that he needs to wipe it away with his hand, but not because something bad happened, because he's so proud of himself and of how far hes come and it just makes him cry, nothing more complicated than that.

you see, im pretty sure my emotions are stored in my eyes, and I think I generally feel overwhelming amounts of emotions more often than the average person, so at least once a day, those emotions come spilling out because there's just too much of it to keep in my eyes at once

im honestly genuinely surprised I still have tears left

wait how are tears made

where do they come from

how do they not run out

google is not answering my question properly and im too tired and stupid to process whole-ass articles and research thingies so can Someone Who Knows Things please get back to me on this? like how do our eyes just keep producing tears over and over again without running out of stock

so. he couldnt find his watch. he found out one of his employees stole it. he fired that employee. he's now grumpy because he has to water plants himself now. another employee offered to do the plant watering for him. in exchange, he's giving the employee the very same watch.

do you see what im tryna say here? and what everyone else also probably noticed? it just doesnt make sense

the math aint mathin

is it... leverage against saifah?

because he told him to water the plants every day from now on

idk man im too tired for this to figure out what's going on

he's ridiculous, I love him

like I said at the start of the episode sailom, you're boyfriends now, there's no WAY he's letting you keep your personal space

AAA

HJSHDJHDJGH

oh. so it's... not them running away? it's just them heading to a training camp?

wait but in that shot in the intro they dont have much with them. surely thats not them going to a training camp, that's gotta be them running away????

...

here it comes. here comes the angst. a lot later in the episode than I was expecting, but it's here nonetheless and im not happy about it

go shove a cactus up your ass you bastard

OHOHOHOH I THINK THEY ARE ABOUT TO RUN AWAY

BECAUSE WHAT KANGSAILOM ARE CURRENTLY WEARING IS WHAT THEYRE WEARING IN THAT SHOT IN THE INTRO

AND THEY JUST RODE THE BIKE TO SCHOOL

AND THEY JUST TALKED ABOUT GOING TO KORAT

SO I THINK THEY'RE LITERALLY RIGHT ABOUT TO LEAVE AND HAUL THEIR ASSES OUT OF THERE

like right at the end of the episode probably

perth tanapon sukumpantanasan is a wonder

PARALLELS TO EPISODE 1 WHERE KANG WAS TELLING SAILOM TO PROSTATE HIMSELF ON HIS KNEES

ASSHOLE

BASTARD

PRICK

BULLY

BITCH

THERE ARE NOT WORDS ENOUGH TO EXPRESS THE NAMES I WANT TO CALL HIM

IM AGGRESSIVELY FLIPPING OFF MY SCREEN RIGHT NOW HE'S TERRIBLE AND DISGUSTING AND HORRIBLE AND I KNEW HE WAS BAD AND I KNEW HE WOULD BE THIS BAD BUT HOLY FRICK THIS IS DISGUSTING I can't wait for this man to be shot

excellent closing words

turn your back and walk away from this mess (and come back to a crime scene where your father has been shot and your boyfriend's brother is being arrested in front of the house but we'll get to that when it comes to it)

I get what he's feeling and what he means but kang, you still have your friends, you still have your boyfriend, your grandma, you're not completely alone

thank you sailom for pointing out to him that he's not alone, you're doing me a huge favour (especially considering im a viewer through a screen and not someone who can actually interact with kang so anything I say is kind of pointless)

hugs :(

OKAY SO THE THING IS RIGHT

this is really sad and horrible and all that stuff

but, but but but but, he's cried three times in one episode. and one of those times wasn't crying from sadness. that doesnt happen often and I think we should acknowledge that

I love kang for being an emotional mess, he's like me frfr

side note: all of sailom's hugs look so comfortable

YESSSSS THEYRE FINALLY GONNA KISS NEXT EPISODE

and like I know they've technically already kissed twice but I mean they're finally gonna kiss good if that makes sense

the first time was revenge, and im sorry kang but the second time was just bad. that was a bad kiss.

WHICH, BY THE WAY, IS FINE

its okay to have a bad first kiss

in fact, there should be MORE bad first kisses in relationships in fictional media

also: loved the gay motorbike commercial in the post-credits scene thingy

ANYWAY this episode was amazing and it was so fluffy and I loved it all so so so much and I'll definitely be rewatching it every day over the next week to keep the brainworms under control, like im slapping flex seal over a crack in my soul repeatedly every day until the next episode comes out

goodnight folks, its nearly 3am, have a wonderful evening/day/morning/whatever, and keep calm and sailom

[sublimecatgalaxy]

if you’re still taking daryl Dixon requests could you do something where Daryl’s dating someone rlly sweet and kindhearted. For some reason I see him dating someone who’s rlly sweet and maybe they like to bake or garden maybe even crochet idk😭

Love this. Quarry Era before Rick :)

My fingers pick at the weeds as I listen to the bustle of discussion coming from my left, the men of the group and their snickers heard by the rest of us. The other women are scattered around, tending to children, drying clothes, doing mundane 'normal' things as I catch their curious glances every once in a while.

They thought it silly that I took the time to sift through the different types of plants and flowers that are scattered around our makeshift camp. It's always soothed me in times in my life where I was overwhelmed and stressed to the max and what time is more overwhelming than the apocalypse itself. It sounds stupid and childish but it was and is a saving grace to my busy mind.

The men make fun of me the most, especially Merle, his taunting and teasing driving me to tears sometimes. He's a cruel man, always has been for as long as I've known him, wanting nothing but to get a reaction and a rise out of me. Maybe it was because he's never had a stable relationship, maybe he's insecure and jealous. Who knows.

"The pansy's at it again." Merle laughs, the men around him laughing except one. Daryl reaches over to swat at his brother as he stands up from the ground, his feet carrying him over to me. I can barely bite back the grin that takes over my lips as he sits himself down beside me, a shy, boyish laugh leaving him as he bumps me with his shoulder.

"You 'lright?" He asks, eyes flickering out over the pretty wildflowers in front of me. "You only do this when somethin's buggin' ya." I take a deep breath as I take one more look around, catching multiple pairs of eyes looking at us, eager and confused.

"Just needed a distraction." I shrug simply, my cheeks warming as I bite at the inside of my cheek, looking over at him through my lashes as he smirks, nodding his head knowingly.

"Coulda just said so. I can be very distracting." He flirts, leaning over to press a delicate kiss to my cheek as his arm snakes around my waist. I just scoff, my chest warm and heart happy as he watches me pick and pull at the weeds.

"He's pussy-whipped folks! He's literally gardening- what a fucking chick." I can hear the sarcasm and malice dripping from Merles voice as I coware, catching the tick of Daryl's jaw as it clenches tightly and he turns to face his older brother without hesitation.

"Shut the fuck up, Merle!" He hisses, my head tucking into his shoulder as I allow him to stand up for our relationship, knowing Merle but also knowing he'd never stop. He'd done this as long as Daryl and I have been together which is way before the outbreak even happened. It's been years of torment. "Don' listen to 'im. He's a dumb fuck who doesn't know the first thing about relationships." He mutters, rolling his shoulders with a sigh as I poke him.

"And you do?" My teasing takes him off guard as his lips part in shock. His eyes flicker over my face before a fake pout takes over his lips, a giggle flowing from my lips at the sight.

"Oh we're bullying me now? Jesus, where'd my sunshine go?" My arms snake around his neck as he laughs, rubbing up and down my back as my flowers are quickly abandoned to the back of my mind, a new form of therapy consuming me.

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[hrtiu]

omg happy birthday!🥳 I hope you're having an amazing day with lots of sunshine, tasty food and happiness.

If you're feeling inspired can you write some domestic bliss with foxiyo? I'm thinking maybe when they're both old(er?) since that's something rarely explored (at least as far as I've seen). Idk I just think they'd be that cute elderly couple yk 😭

Thanks for the prompt and the birthday wishes! Sorry I wasn't able to finish it right away, but hey. I haven't written any fic in months so this is still pretty good for me??

I haven't really edited this so... hopefully it's ok???

Riyo Chuchi could not sleep.

She stared up at the dim, roughly-textured ceiling and blew out a breath. There was a time when she’d work herself so hard every day that she could barely keep her eyes open long enough to fall into bed rather than on the floor. And now she regularly found herself waking up in the wee hours of the morning, her body tired and aching but her mind stubbornly and insistently awake.

She rolled over onto her side and sighed. No, this position wasn’t any better. She felt no less restless, no less stretched thin by unwilling wakefulness. Across the bed from her, Fox’s broad back slowly expanded with a deep inhale. Riyo smiled to herself. At least the view was better on her side.

After another half hour of staring at Fox’s back, Riyo admitted defeat and got out of bed. She went to the ‘fresher, brushed her teeth, and combed her snow-white hair. The texture of her hair was wiry and tough--both its color and texture a far cry from the famously-luscious lavender locks of her youth. Then she went to her terminal and checked her messages. 

A few updates from Ahsoka, a brief, businesslike note from Mom Mothma, and a bunch of adverts. Great. Riyo wondered how she hadn’t appreciated the days when her terminal was stuffed to bursting with urgent messages--full of people wanting her assistance, her opinion, her time. It had been overwhelming, yes. But at least she’d felt needed.

She spent a while--much longer than necessary--answering her messages. Then she checked the news and let her eyes glaze over as the goings-on of distant planets filled the terminal. Several hours passed this way, and the sun finally began to peak through the closed shades of her study.

“Been up long?” Fox’s gravelly voice broke through Riyo’s near trance.

She looked up at him and smiled wryly. “A little while,” she said, knowing he would catch her understatement.

He crossed the room to her, his stiff leg traveling just a little slower than the other. He rested his hand on her shoulder, and she couldn’t help but notice the slight tremble to his once-firm grip.

“I’m sorry, my sun,” he said. “The meds aren’t helping?”

“They help me fall asleep, but I just can’t stay asleep for long,” Riyo said with a shrug. “I could take more, but I don’t want to overdo it.”

“That’s probably wise. You should wake me up next time. I’d be happy to keep you company.”

“At least one of us should be getting rest,” Riyo protested.

Fox let out a noncommittal sound and lowered himself into the chair next to her. 

Riyo rested her head on his shoulder, her whole body relaxing at the familiar contact. As her muscles melted into him, he still felt stiff beneath her. He hid it well, but she knew how uncomfortable the stiffness that held every joint in his body tight must be. He had once been a super soldier, a man in peak physical condition. If she was missing the way she used to feel, how hard must it be for him?

She peaked up at him through her lashes, his silvery stubble and strong nose still so attractive to her, after all these years. 

“How are you doing, love?” she asked. “I know you must be having trouble, too.”

Fox shook his head. “No, not at all.”

Riyo couldn’t hold back her snort. “I was at your last doctor’s appointment. I know your condition is progressing. But you never complain!” She sat up, turning in chair to face him fully. “You know you can always tell me how you feel, right?”

“Of course,” Fox said, taking her hands in his. “And you are right. I wake up in pain every day. It’s getting more difficult to walk. And I’m frustrated that I can’t trust myself with a blaster anymore.”

It was what she’d asked for, but still Riyo’s heart constricted in her chest. Fox was in pain, and she knew he wouldn’t even acknowledge any pain if it wasn’t significant. She squeezed his hands. “Fox…”

“But I’m happy, Riyo,” Fox cut in, firm and confident. “The pain is a nuisance, but it doesn’t bother me that much. I hardly even think of it.”

“How can you not think of it? It affects every step you take. It keeps you from doing so many things you love-”

“I don’t think of it, because I am happy.”

Riyo shook her head, feeling that she was still missing something. “I just don’t understand. Here I am, every day complaining and pitying myself for all the most common, least inconvenient inevitabilities of aging. But there you are, happy and unbothered while you deal with this diagnosis. Either something is wrong with you, or something is wrong with me.”

“Nothing is wrong with you. This diagnosis isn’t easy for me, but it is so much more than anything I ever expected.”

Any words Riyo could think to respond with died in her throat. What could she say to that? Especially when she knew what he said was true?

Fox stood up, moving slowly but with purpose. He held a hand down to her and she took it, rising to her feet at his side. 

One hand still holding hers, Fox stroked his fingers down a wisp of white hair that had escaped Riyo’s utilitarian bun. “Do you know how lucky I feel to be able to grow old with you? I never expected to grow old. Period. And now I get to experience it with the woman I care most for in the entire galaxy? Every grey hair. every aching joint, every hand tremor--every one is a privilege.”

A tear slipped down Riyo’s cheek, and she pressed her forehead to his. Her body still felt heavy and tired, and she still mourned for her youth long gone. But some of the weight of sorrow lifted from her shoulders.

“The privilege is all mine,” she said, meaning it with every ounce of her being.

[sweetestpopcorn]

Hi, hope you're well.

I've started re-reading your fic from the beginning and I love the scene with Rhaenyra and Mysaria.

Do you think anything would be different between Daemon and Rhaenyra had his child (son? Idk if them having a son is canon or not) with Mysaria lived? Rhaenyra is clearly rather possessive, and while in canon she seems to be a good stepmother to Baela and Rhaena, idk how much she'd like Daemon having a little person who is a permanent attachment to Mysaria around.

Thanks!

Hi there ❤️

Thank you for the wishes, I hope you are well too.

Let me begin with a HUGE apology for having taken so f_cking long to answer, but I really was a bit overwhelmed and struggling with updates so I had to take a step back and prioritise the writing over the asks... but I'm back 😊

Then, I hope you are enjoying the fic ❤️ and thank you for the beyond kind words.

Now unto the ask itself, so it is canon yes that Daemon impregnated Mysaria during the time they spent in Dragonstone (when Rhaenyra was a child of 8 years, all important details), and that he gave her a dragon egg. When Viserys found out he commanded Daemon to return to his wife in the Vale under penalty of being considered a traitor - which he did - and he also commanded Mysaria to return to Lys and leave the egg behind- which she also did. All of these things are canon. The parts I have added - and that we have no information about - is how far along Mysaria was, if the baby was a boy or a girl, and what they planned on naming the child. But the child indeed existed and died during a storm in the sea, when Mysaria was sailing to Lys - also canon.

How that could have changed my story (and even canon)... hum... I think at around 111 AC and 112 AC it would have made little difference. Daemon was 30/31, and a married man at that. Rhaenyra knew that he had had women (since he had no issues consummating things), and it was not at all that unusual for men to have bastards in asoiaf. Just like she overlooked his wife and just figured he could set that marriage aside, I think it's fair to say she would overlooked his potential bastard child as well, just as long that as Rhea Royce, it was kept away from her. Which without a doubt Daemon would have done. He was no fool, and if you haven't read the books - I highly recommend them, if you don't wan't the whole story you can just go to "The Rogue Prince" and "The Princess and the Queen" novellas - you wouldn't know, but his seduction of Rhaenyra was flawless I would say - minus the getting caught part. He spent his entire days with her, gave her countless gifts and praises, made her laugh, read poetry to her... you know, the kind of things almost every women on the asoiaf universe - very much including canon Rhaenyra - would swoon over -> and no these weren't rumours they were facts.

I don't think someone as skilled as Daemon would dare to bring up any subject to Rhaenyra's attention that could displease her or make him fall from her grace. It's clear in the books he came back to King's Landing on a mission - get the girl or get exiled trying.

Later on, and I'll just focus on my AU's case to keep this briefer and less complicated, she would definitely be highly displeased if she felt like actually his bastard child was a big part of his life, and most of all, if that was taking away from any time he spent on her and their actual children.

I agree with you that in canon Baela and Rhaena were a particular case. For once, we know that Rhaenyra and Laena were friends and Laena was also dead, so she posed no threat to Rhaenyra. Then, the two were girls, while her children with Daemon were the sons he waited so long for, doesn't take a genius to figure which of them Daemon would have been closer to and would have preferred. And then, if we have a positive view of Rhaenyra, we could even say that she didn't want to be to Baela and Rhaena what Alicent had been to her - and I subscribe to this view but I'm biased.

We do see Rhaenyra having no such friendly thoughts at the mere mention of Daemon having a son with Nettles, and honestly, who could blame her? Not anyone with half a working brain I would say.

Going back to how she would feel about a child between Daemon and Mysaria, I would say maybe something in between. She would make no attempt to have any such relationship with him, but I also don't think she would be irrational enough to expect Daemon to pretend like this child, who he clearly cared about didn't exist, so likely, as long as it wasn't brought up and she knew as little as possible, she might tolerate it. But I think that's as good as it would ever get. Definitely, however, I think Alicent would stay on the back - or on the front - of her mind in not wanting to turn into some Karen making her stepchild's life into hell, though neither would she want to be like she was to Baela and Rhaena in canon - not that we know many details, but Baela's loyalty to Rhaenyra's cause speaks volumes, as does Rhaena's stay in the Vale.

Nonetheless, no doubt that this would add to her dislike of Mysaria, and going back on my take of only speaking about my AU, I doubt Rhaenyra would have been ok with Daemon taking to Mysaria's bed again. Like I have previously argued, I believe she did because Mysaria at the time was no threat. Pretty much - and apologies for the very direct language - she was a h0le for Daemon to use since Rhaenyra was not in the mood and that was it. But being mother to his first child... ouch... yeah I don't see that flying with Rhaenyra, not even DanceRhaenyra because as we saw with Nettles, a threat of actually losing Daemon was enough to turn Rhaenyra from - obsessed with the war - to - obsessed with cutting a b:tch.

And people say that Rhaenyra didn't love Daemon and that they had a political marriage.

Anyway, I hope I answered your ask and sorry again I took so long ❤️ all the best to you!

[kosmic-arts]

It is Once Again Time To Complain About Things That Don't Matter

358/2 days is definitely one of the better written kh games, but don't let that fool you. its not like the bar was very high to begin with (i am only partially joking).

i love days, but there is so much wasted time and space in that game. i despise how much characters fainting, falling asleep, having amnesia, and gotdamn brainblasts, are constantly used as plot devices because the writers don't know how to organically move characters along to the next plot point(this goes for all of kh, not even just days). the entire novelty of days is getting to play on the bad guy's side while getting an intimate look at all the cool badass org members, and yet you hardly get to know any of them over the course of the game. barely any time is taken to flesh them out, which is a complete travesty btw, and even axel- who is one of the major supporting characters- ultimately takes a backseat to roxas and xion's emotional angst. its good emotional angst, but theres no reason for it to overwhelm the entire game. and honestly, even roxas himself takes a backseat to xion's even bigger emotional angst! roxas hardly gets to know who or what he is, whats going on, or what for. roxas is a complete passenger, and as time goes on i struggle to see the value in that, even if it does feed into the overall themes of his story and his own emotional angst.

because, look: xion was a passenger as well; she had no choice in her situation, only the illusion of one that riku offered her. and yet, she still was allowed a moment of agency. roxas tried to do the same after xion's death by going to kill the organization(which frankly, he could've killed every last one of them- get real), riku stops him and refuses to explain or reason with roxas to get him to consider another way. riku just proceeds to taunt him. whwhy i find it hilarious that riku took pity on xion because she reminded him of kairi, but the guy who's literally his best friend's nobody whom he is currently fighting to save-... he acts like a bitch to, and refuses to give him any of the same consideration that he gave to the girl. what the fuck is that

what is with the complete and utter disrespect of roxas in his own game- >>specifically<< by the people who should be his allies. remember that bit at the end of days where roxas is about to leave and confronts axel for answers, and practically pours his heart out begging axel to help him?? axel refuses to tell him who sora is and that he’s sora’s nobody, etc. ok.. maybe he’s afraid of getting shot by the organization because it’s classified information. no, fuck that. its a major part of axel’s character is that he puts his own desires and wants before his job or duty. and! he also cares a great deal about his friends, even above his own wellbeing. he helps xion escape the organization when he was on that mission with xigbar. he didn’t even have an excuse to protect himself when xigbar interrogated him for letting xion go- axel could’ve gotten shot then and there for helping the traitor. he straight up put his neck on the chopping block for xion’s sake.

so then, why now with roxas, does he refuse to do anything at all to help him? he’s done shit before like lie to roxas in a vain attempt to make him happy- axel cares about him! he wants to help him, especially when hes sad- and in this final moment, roxas is in complete despair. axel could’ve very easily been like “well i cant tell you,, but maybe some other guy could… uh idk his name starts with an R”. god almighty it would’ve been so easy to just nudge roxas in a direction while still covering for himself if he was still worried about that. but no, completely out of character, axel just abandons roxas to possible execution(of which he would likely be the one to carry out) by the org for rebelling, without even giving roxas the slightest lifeline to find the answers that he deserves.

man i just lost the entire topic going on an whole ass side tangent…. what even was the topic to begin with idk im complaining about days. i'll proceed with a spicy hot take! get ready. when xion died, all memory and evidence of her existence shouldn't have been erased. yes. as depressing of an idea as it is- like, her friends aren't even allowed the luxury of cherishing her memory when she's gone, i think we all know why it was a bad move in the long run. xion getting wiped from existence was a poorly veiled excuse to avoid having to explain why nobody talks about her in other games- while also just straight up being able to get away without really mentioning 99% of what happens in 358/2 days to begin with. even as a kid i knew this was shit and i still think it's shit now, and the fact they had to pull a memory wipe trick like this is even more proof that the writers of kh are absolutely abysmal at tying their stories together or thinking ahead at all. or more like, they shot themselves in the foot daring to implement important plot details into spin-off titles in the first place. chain of memories started this trend, and even that game had to pull the memory wipe trick at the end of the game so as to not stunt players who didn't happen to own both a ps2 and a gba.

its a really asinine trend that has indisputably ruined kh with each installment. like, you can't be serious. in order to understand the main villian's(xehanort) motivations, i have to play 2 games and a casino, to have a full understanding as to why this old fuck wants to blow everyone up. for the longest time, i didn't understand why xehanort was concocting this decade long masterplan to attain kingdom hearts, UNTIL i happened upon the kh wiki. this is so sad you cant make this shit up you can figure out within the space of kh1 why ansem wants kingdom hearts. he's a power hungry mad scientist that went batshit insane in pursuit of knowledge. a classic victor frankenstien-esque character archetype. its so easy! I understood that without issue even as a child. too bad they couldn't just do that again with the next major villian! tbf, even xemnas' goals were extremely simple-...... until they added in the bit where he was lying to the entire org about them not having hearts or the ability to feel and yadayada... what was he trying to accomplish with that stunt again? don't get me started how stupid xemnas lying is. you've gotta be shitting me. like, are you saying that intelligent scientists like zexion and vexen wouldn't figure out such an obvious lie? what about lexaeus? luxord? really?? these aren't stupid people. at least one of them would have figured it out. would've been a good opportunity to give marluxia a reason to have been trying to pull a coup(besides wanting power???) because he figured out xemnas was a manipulative fuck and marluxia decided to take initiative and overthrow him. i love marluxia, but damn, the entire time i was playing com i had no idea what the fuck his motivations were.. why does he want to take over the organization... was that ever mentioned? …huh

but wait wait, i just went on another massive side tangent. i want to go back to talking about xion. i would've much preferred if we got to see moments of roxas and axel struggling to come to terms with losing one of their only friends. like, how would axel handle being completely powerless to save her, and frankly unable to even be there in her final moments? maybe he would've turned on the organization much sooner, because how could he ever continue working for the group that split him apart from the 2 people that really matter to him. that'd be interesting. roxas could eventually cool down, and simmer into a depression AND NOT GET THROWN INTO A SHITTY SIMULATION BECAUSE RIKU SHOULDVE BEEN NICER TO HIM. huh what- and maybe roxas might feel inclined to give up, but meeting with namine could be some reassurance to him because she tells him all that stuff about how he won't disappear and there's hope for nobodies like them!! honestly, just seeing the characters having to grapple with the pain of their past and actually talk about it instead of vaguely wincing about things they feel but can't remember would've been so much better. i get it, it's a mildly entertaining trope- characters suffering emotional wounds they don't remember receiving, or acting in strange ways in deference to old traditions they can no longer recall... yeah i get the appeal, but it doesn't make for a very strong story in the long run, especially with an event as major as xion's sacrifice. why can't characters be allowed to grow from their past and have character development. i like it when a character's history influences them in meaningful ways that isn't entirely superficial.

heck man, idk. you get the point. days is full of amazing ideas and has a fantastic premise, but like all things in kh, it struggles to hold up as soon as you examine it with the barest amount of scrutiny. thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[etovest]

hello! do u have any garden headcanons that you'd be willing to share... i loved how well you managed to grasp them in so little words ❤️

hallo sorry it took me so long to answer this! (and Thank YOU!! for the nice compliment :)) )

also boy do I have headcanons or just what I think could happen if they end up together (AND ALIVE?) so here we go

Warren's absolutely inept at cooking he Tries and he Knows how to survive on his own but he's more than happy to leave Gordon alone in the kitchen and let him work his magic (I also don't think Gordon's that good either but he's willing to try for warren)

Gordon sleeps with his socks on, Warren says it's stupid and Gordon pulls out his phone with that article saying it's easier to fall asleep with them on and they have a Debate abt it

also think both of them have a sweet tooth but Gordon's actually pathologic like three spoonfuls of sugar + milk into tea and Warren's like arent u afraid of losing your teeth and Gordon's like (girls who like sweets when they meet bitches that snort sugar)

Warren strikes me as a morning person or even if not necessarily loving waking up early he's like someone who once wakes up is Awake whereas Gordon's fully nonfuncional in the morning and Warren has to drag him around he pretends to hate it but he doesn't of course

i think neither Warren nor Gordon are Conventionally Pretty cos that's boring but Gordon was in a metal band he's since long embraced being a Freak while Warren's still self concious in the silent way but Gordon genuinely thinks he's the most handsome man alive like he's truly convinced Warren is this mythical relict that only the pure of heart can find and appreciate which makes Warren feel so embarrassed but after a while he embraces it and they become so obsessed with each other from an outside perspective it's frightening

idk why but it think they both try to become vegetarian for Waffles (it makes sense in my head) but they like full english breakfast too much so they Just can't it's funny to me ok

Warren says he was a punk (pointing at Gordon) just to see Gordon get red in the face and explain At Length just how much punk and metal are different genres because he was born in the eighties so He's like That and how while he can see the strength of certain messages conveyed through punk music it's just Not at all like metal where techinque and actual musical ability is valued but also he played bass so maybe he's more chill about it but he still wants to point it out ok he isn't Punk and Warren does it because he's insane about Gordon getting heated and at a certain point he just tunes him out it's like asmr to him

they both have Issues and so it takes them a while to get it together like Warren is in love but won't say anything because he thinks what they have is too good to ruin and Gordon still thinks Warren is Fragile and also possibly straight? but once they Do get it together they still don't define it because it's Too big and too personal to have a name like I am 100% serious when I'm saying that I think their relationship is Overwhelming in the most romanticly haunting sense but they balance it well it works with them exclusively

both of them are tactile people but Warren won't initiate any contact he's more like a dog that accepts pats but doesn't get up to search for them

Warren's a tidy person and Gordon's more "There's method to my madness" but he's an Archivist so he's got every important document cared for and has extremely good spacial memory i like to think that a few years down the line (in my universe where they are happy and live together) they become sort of telepathic and when Warren needs something he doesn't even have to ask he's just like "Have you seen the- and Gordon's there "Top right corner of the shelf in the bathroom" and they do this All the time

I HAVE MORE? I think but IDK how to be normal so this will be all for now thank u and thanks again for the sweet compliment have a nice LIFE ANON 🌟🌟

[fuckin-sick-bih]

Scent Sensitive

Fandom: Original Fiction (Hale & Jessie) Summary: Hale had always had a great nose, able to follow scent trails for miles. It was one of the things he'd excelled at during training to lead his home pack one day, but that sensitivity comes at a price they find one Saturday while candle shopping. (Jessie has the kink!) CW: spray mess, sneezing on partner/self, pet names such as "puppy" and "brat" as terms of endearment, blunt terminology for body parts below (oral & p in v), maybe hints of BDSM dynamics but they're pretty light?, and running theme of werewolf-esque dynamics as both Jessie and Hale are wolf shifters. Word Count: 4,476 MINORS DNI Author Note: Well, here it is! My OCs in their own universe just... honestly just being in love? Idk I love my boys and I'm enjoying getting to see Jessie grow as a character after all the years of work I've put into Hale. Someday I'll get that book written...

“I’m just saying the cabin smells musty is all!” Jessie complained one Saturday morning while elbow-deep in dishes after breakfast. Pancakes always got a bit messy with the two. They tended to end up slinging the batter at one another halfway through cooking and got a little bit of it everywhere.

There was a roll of eyes from the blonde who glanced over at his mate while drying and putting away their cookware. “I like the musty smell.”

A scoff came from Jessie who promptly flicked water at Hale who flinched and chuckled when he got wet from the flying droplets of warm, soapy water. “Bullshit! I know you’re a nature boy but come on!”

Hale wrapped an arm around Jessie’s waist and pulled him in close to kiss his forehead. “I do! It reminds me of the apartment I had back home in Alaska.” He admitted to his mate, kissing softly over his neck, and breathing in his scent. Vintage leather from the truck Hale had helped him fix and the black cherry shampoo he used to try and cover his natural scent of Texas cactus blossom.

Some people had reasons for trying to hide their natural scents… their pasts…

“Such bullshit… we’re going to the candle store in town. No but’s.” The brunette insisted and bumped his hip against Hale, but it wasn’t the bump that made him groan.

. . .

A soft, digital bell tune played as they entered the shop with their hands clasped together and fingers gently intertwined. Hale ran the calloused tips of his fingers over Jessie’s palm as the brunette slipped quickly away from him to begin going off to find some candles he might like.

The scent of the shop itself was utterly overwhelming to Hale’s well-trained nose. Already he could feel it burning in his sinuses and he scrunched his nose in response to the stimulus. Candles or overpowering scents weren’t really his thing, and this was a shop entirely devoted to it. Every wall was lined with candles, incense, and wax melts upon each shelf.

No space was left unused without some sort of scented item or small cups of coffee beans dispersed around the shop. Jessie would call it tasteful maximalism, but Hale just called it excessive. Soon enough, Hale was rubbing at his nose a little as he felt a tingle already starting.

“Jes?” Hale muttered, moving over towards his mate while still rubbing his knuckle against the left side of his nose. Though when he reached his mate, Jessie immediately pressed a candle into his hands for him to hold. “Uh- sweethhheart…” His breath caught softly as he tried to get Jessie’s attention and for once the other didn’t seem to notice immediately.

Jessie, gods above he really did love that man, was rocking ever so slightly back and forth on the balls of his feet while he inhaled deeply from the candle. “Babe, this one almost smells just like y- what’s wrong?” As Jessie finally seemed to notice the way Hale’s nostrils were twitching and his eyes ever so slightly watering.

With a slight shake of his head, Hale held up a finger and turned while his breath hitched dangerously sharp before crushing his nose against his own shoulder. “Hiiih’GHt! Ugh, s’cuse sorry.” Of course, by now in their relationship Hale knew about Jessie’s little kink and when he looked up he swore he could see Jessie’s pupils dilate. He sniffled and smirked ever so slightly, suddenly ready to stay in this candle shop as long as he could stand it. “Must be the scents. You know how I am. What were you saying? That a good one? Let me smell.”

Before Jessie could even try to move the candle, Hale leaned right in to catch a whiff of the candle that smelled strongly reminiscent of his shampoo except much more potent. His nose itched and burned, making Hale jerk his head back in surprise as his nose scrunched. “Oh fuhhh hG’TSH! Ngx’t! Heh… fuck snf! lost the last one.” He grumbled and scrubbed at his nose.

Meanwhile, Jessie was staring at him in utter shock, and he realized it only a few moments later when his mate nearly dropped the candle he’d been holding. “Oh my god, you brat.” Jessie hissed under his breath at the slightly larger wolf and tucked the candle close to his own chest so he could go swatting at Hale’s. “You did that on purpose.”

“Sure did,” Hale replied cheekily with a smirk. “What’re you gonna d-ddiih­ do about it, puppy?”

As Hale’s hazel eyes raked over Jessie’s form, he watched the other shift his weight and how his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. There was the slightest hint of his mate’s arousal tinting the air now, but Hale could only pick it out of the onslaught of candle scents because he knew it like the back of his hand. Trying to even pick up that scent only brought in more of the irritating candles and Hale’s nose prickled with more of that itch. “Hehh-! Ugh c’mon…”

While one of his hands came up to rub roughly at his nose, Hale spotted Jessie finally unfreezing himself to start browsing the candles again. That bastard… he thought to himself with a grin. Suddenly, Jessie was turning to offer him a candle to smell. “Here. I tried this one earlier, but I didn’t think it smelled like anything. It’s called Summer Nights or something?” Ever so slightly, Jessie twisted the candle to check the label and nodded in confirmation. “Yep. So, what does a Summer Night smell like, babe?” He jokes with a grin, holding the candle out to Hale.

Obligingly, Hale leaned forward to give the candle a cautious sniff. To his surprise, he found he rather liked it. “Huh… actually, can we get this one? It’s subtle. There’s an almost mossy smell to it too.” He hums and offers it back to Jessie who does sniff it once more before shrugging.

“Sure, let’s get it.” Jessie agreed with a soft smile. “Especially if it’s one we can actually use for its intended purpose.” He teased, already going back to looking for more candles. Meanwhile, Hale was busy rubbing at his quickly reddening nostrils as his nose itched worse. It felt like every breath was torture, making his nose scrunch and his breath waver.

Finally, the blonde bent at the waist as he pitched forward with sneezes he tried to stifle as he pinched his nose hastily with his fingers. “HeIXT’sh! Hhih… Jessiih- IX’t! Hext’shh! Ugh, my bad.” He mumbled, realizing there were a few pairs of eyes on them now with his sneezing. “Jes, I think we have e-enough candles. Can we pay and go?” he asked hopefully, eyeing the bundle of candles in his mate’s arms.

Jessie, at least, had the sense to look playfully guilty as he replied, “Can’t we stay a liiittle longer, please?” But even as he said it, Jessie was leading them toward the registers to pay.

. . .

Soon they were stepping back into their “musty” cabin and Jessie was clinging tight to his bag of candles with a bright smile. Hale pawed at his still itchy and red nose, “Happy, puppy?” he asked in amusement.

“Thrilled,” Jessie replied and leaned over to kiss Hale’s lips while they were busy getting their shoes off at the door.

Hale took significantly longer due to unlacing his boots and by the time he met Jessie in the kitchen, there was already a candle lit and waiting. Just one lit candle wasn’t going to hit him fast, so Hale leaned in to carefully give it a sniff. The buzzing sprung up quickly after that and made his sinuses feel like there were tiny feathers crawling through his nose. He straightened up while gasping, “Ihh… Jes, gonna- gonna s-snehhXt’Shhuh!”

His warning almost hadn’t given Jessie enough time to come press in close, holding both of Hale’s hands in his own as his mate’s head jerked forwards with a sneeze. Jessie intertwined their fingers and pressed a soft kiss to Hale’s lips. “Bless you, fuck… tell me why we never thought to do this before?”

“Because… ihhxT’Shiew! Huh, because someone never told me about h-hihh…” Hale hitched and paused mid-sentence to rub at his nose with his wrist, grimacing a little when he realized it was running slightly. “About his kink until we’d been together a while.” A wet little sniffle escaped him before the tickle flared, making his eyes flutter before he pitched forward toward Jessie’s chest. “HiiXT’SHH! Ext’SHiew! Ugh, fucking hell…”

When Hale’s eyes opened, he found Jessie staring at him like he’d somehow hung the moon and painted the stars. “What?” He asked, sounding amused and just a little stuffy as he gave another small sniff.

It seemed to take Jessie a moment to shake himself from his revelry, closing his mouth that hung ever so slightly open. “Sorry, just- you don’t even know how damn beautiful you are doin’ that.” He was so lost in his own thought that some of that Texas drawl slipped out like it often did when he wasn’t thinking about it. It always made Hale smile.

Hale leaned in to press their lips together without another moment’s hesitation, feeling the slight dampness of his nose brushing against Jessie’s own as they kissed. The itch from the candle was, in fact, relentless, however, and after just a few moments of kissing Hale had to pull back as his breath hitched. “Jeeeh-! Jes gonna… s-sneeze… where-?”

Every breath felt like it might tip him over the edge and send him into a volatile fit at this point, the itch growing maddening now as the candle burned longer and he steeped in its scent. Luckily all of the years playing nice with the old authoritative bastards in his father’s board rooms back in Alaska had taught him a thing or two about holding back. His tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth to try and suppress the urge. Jessie’s hands moved away from his own to pull him in close, just holding him. The way their bodies pressed together let Jessie feel every shuddering breath he sucked in, and Hale could distinctly feel his mate pressing up against his hip. He knew exactly what that meant.

It made his own body warm with arousal knowing he could do that to Jessie so unintentionally. “Against my neck?” Jessie’s voice came out soft, sounding hesitantly hopeful in a way and Hale’s own stomach flipped.

Hale nodded, nuzzling his face right against the Texan’s neck so his running nose trailed briefly against his jugular before his nostrils flared. “Caaahn’t- hEXt’Shh! Oh shit- Heh’txssHUH! Het’shhIEW! EISHiue! Ihh… Ixxt’shhuh! Fuck b’me…” A hint of congestion made itself known after the fit that shook his large frame against his mate, squeezing him gently with every sneeze.

“Yes, please,” Jessie said with a breathless laugh, trailing his fingers gently through Hale’s long, dirty blonde hair. “You can’t just say shit like that after sneezing on me, asshole. I’m gonna cum in my pants.”

A sniff and then a soft laugh escaped Hale as he was playfully scolded by his mate. “Well, that’d be a waste… I’d rather you cum on my tongue.” He murmured, gently rubbing his nose just behind Jessie’s ear before nipping his lobe softly. “E-especially… ihh fuck- hang on…” The tickle was prickling back to life and Hale scrunched his nose, glancing at the candle. Barely even a dent in the wax. Oh, he really was in for it.

Jessie seemed to almost squirm in the moment of anticipation as Hale’s breath stuttered, caught as he brought a hand up to rub at his nose. “Ugh, nope. Sorry, not yet.” He apologized to the brunette and kissed him softly on the lips while leaning back a little. “Get on the counter.” He ordered, patting the granite behind Jessie.

A surprised laugh came tumbling out of Jessie before he pushed himself to sit on the counter. Hale spread the other’s knees, a hand placed gently on each one, so he could fit his hips between Jessie’s thighs. “See? Much better.” He hummed and leaned in to start kissing over his mate’s jaw which then trailed down his neck that let Hale nuzzle his twitching nose against him. “I think it’s about time we really explore this kink of y-yours… hih-! Oh… Hih’xt’sHH! Ugh.”

The sneeze had his head snapping down to practically bump the tip of his nose right against the hollow between Jessie’s collarbones and his mate moaned softly. “Yes, fuck, please…”

That earned Jessie a chuckle and soft sniffle from Hale who was gently running his hands lovingly over his thighs now. “Well since you said please…” He teased and his fingers moved to work at Jessie’s button and fly while he kissed him again. One hand slid eagerly down into Jessie’s jeans, parting the front opening of his boxers to brush his fingers against the drenched folds. “Fuck, puppy… you’re soaked.” He breathed out, looking up to check Jessie’s expression.

A soft little moan slipped out of Jessie who tried to press against Hale’s exploring fingers only to jump when the blonde suddenly flicked his middle finger upward to lightly brush his obvious clit. “Mh-! Told you I have a… y’know, thing for sneezing.” And it was like Jessie couldn’t sit still after that, especially not when Hale sniffled before speaking next.

“Clearly,” he teased in response, red nostrils flaring a little as the itch prickled its way back in again. “Ngh… hehh…” This time he didn’t hold back the little hitches of breath as his digits circled Jessie’s clit, practically feeling him throb with arousal. “W-Which hih-! Ugh, snff which candle did you l-light?” He asked softly, pushing up Jessie’s shirt a little with his opposite hand.

From what Hale could see through squinted, watery eyes, Jessie was struggling to focus and answer him while so enraptured by the pleasure. “U-Um… Morning Blossoms, I think. Oh-” A moan slipped from Jessie as Hale suddenly trailed his fingers to stroke over his clit instead now.

“Smells nice. You should burn i-iihh it more.” Hale teased, nostrils suddenly flaring, and eyes fluttering closed as his head snapped forward to mist Jessie’s hips and stomach with a sneeze this time. All the while he dutifully kept stroking his clit in slow, gentle motions which made Jessie buck his hips and moan when the sneezes came tumbling from Hale.

“Heeh’txSHH! Ext’SHHiew! HehXT’shhuh! “ Something like a relieved little groan slipped out of Hale when he finally rid himself of the maddening sensation for a bit. “Jeez…” Then he was smirking as Jessie was still moving his hips against his fingers. “You like that, puppy? You know I meant it when I said I wanted you cumming on my tongue…” His voice was practically a purr now as he spoke to Jessie. “Would you like that?”

Instantly, Jessie was nodding as he looked down at Hale while his hands clenched at his sides. “Yes please, oh my gods… I want that.” He rambled out and Hale smiled softly at him, pulling his hand out of his pants to tug them down instead.

Once Jessie had his jeans and boxers around one ankle, Hale pulled him to the edge of the counter and dropped to his knees. Before he could go much further, his nose had other ideas and his eyes fluttered slightly. “H-haang…. Ixtt’SHH! HeXT’SHH! ET’SHH!” The itchy triple came out so fast that Hale barely had time to decide where he was aiming. The gasping moan that left Jessie told him his indecision had been just fine given he’d ended up jerking to the side to sneeze against the other’s thigh.

“Good boy,” Hale hummed, moving Jessie’s thighs onto his shoulders before he licked from the bottom of his folds all the way to his clit. The familiar taste hit him, and Hale wrapped his arms eagerly around Jessie, holding onto him and squeezing his ass playfully. Quickly, Hale focused his attention on Jessie’s clit, circling and sucking softly at the sensitive nub of nerves.

It lasted maybe a minute tops before he had to switch to trailing his tongue along Jessie’s folds because his nose was buzzing again. “Hihh… Fuck-” Soft, hitchy breaths puffed out against warm, wet folds and Jessie moaned and whimpered. A hand found its way into Hale’s hair again, fingers curling to grip. “I-Itches sorrehh- exxTSHiew!” The single sneeze had Hale pressing forwards, his nose brushing right up against Jessie’s clit.

“Oh my fuck, don’t you apologize for any of this.” Jessie half whined; half moaned as he twitched his hips up towards Hale’s face. “Please…”

Hale flicked his tongue over Jessie’s clit directly instead, lavishing the sensitive nub in attention now. He was done dancing around, he wanted to taste Jessie. The directness earned him a surprised moan and Hale’s own eyes fluttered closed as he felt his sinuses buzzing. Just as Jessie was starting to squeeze his head with his thighs, Hale’s nostrils flared, and he pulled back ever so slightly to let out a desperate sounding triple. “HehEXT’shh! HIShhiew! N’gHt’shhue! Huh…”

A breathless little pant came out of him as Hale took a second to catch his breath before he dove right back in to resume his affections. Something like a strangled little moan escaped Jessie and his thighs were soon closing in on Hale’s head again. “Hale, gonna-!” And it was barely a few seconds after that when Jessie was twitching his hips up against Hale’s tongue and face. “Fuck!” He could feel the other’s muscles tensing and relaxing as he finally slumped into a post-orgasmic haze.

Slowly, Hale eased off him and placed gentle kisses along Jessie’s lower belly trailing up to his hips. He was still holding Jessie upright, making sure he didn’t fall off the edge of the counter as he got up off the ground. There was a dull ache in his knees, but he’d kneel there longer than a saint in a church if Jessie asked him to. “Feeling good?” He murmured softly, hooking a finger underneath Jessie’s chin to look at him. Checking in on him.

There was a hazy look in Jessie’s eyes, but a smile on his face. “So fucking good.” He practically giggled and nodded, leaning in to kiss Hale. “Was that a warm-up or are you good?” The brunette asked, glancing down towards Hale’s own jeans while scooting back a little on the counter.

Hale glanced down at himself and the slight bulge to the front of his jeans. They were a little tight but given the sneezing and Jessie in front of him, he hadn’t really been paying attention to himself. “I can always h-have a cold shower if you’re done.” He says, bringing a hand up to rub at his nose while his eyes start to water. “Ngh…”

From the corner of his eye, Hale can see Jessie shudder and lean in closer. “I already have trouble keeping my hands off you when you’re not sneezing your head off, Hawthorn.” His mate practically hissed, and Hale laughed before his expression crumpled as he shuddered with a sneeze.

“HihhEXT’shhiew! Oh fuck.” Hale sniffled and his nose continued to buzz, leaving him looking for a moment like he might sneeze again before he just shook his head. “Ugh, nothing. Never mind. Sorry. Just tickly. Snff!” He then leaned forward to scoop Jessie up, picking him up off the counter with ease, to carry him to their large leather couch.

Along the way, Jessie had kicked his jeans and boxers off his leg and was now just in his t-shirt and socks. “I’m feeling very left out being the only one just Winnie the Pooh-ing it right now.” He teased and kissed Hale’s cheek before he was set down on the couch.

“I’m working on it, hang on.” Hale replied with a chuckle, reaching back to pull off his own shirt in one swift movement. In response, Jessie wolf-whistled. As Hale was undoing his belt and shoving off his pants, a soft breath left him when the pressure was finally off his half-formed erection. “C’mere brat,” he teased the other before diving in to attack him with kisses all over his neck, nipping softly.

The scent of the candle was still strong as ever given their cabin wasn’t exactly very large. Hale could feel it still prickling at his sinuses as he pressed up against Jessie. “Tickles…” he warned him softly, scrunching his nose ever so slightly as if that might alleviate the sensation.

A little groan came from Jessie and the brunette reached a hand to trace the straight bridge of Hale’s nose from near the brow bone to the very tip of his nose. As his fingertip reached the tip of his nose, Hale scrunched his nose when it tickled, but it didn’t push him over the edge. “Snff! Good try, puppy. Not that sensitive, but- mehh… hihh… ohh…”

“You sure?” Jessie replied playfully and Hale felt a nudge to his hip. “Swap positions with me? I want to ride you instead while you just focus on that nose of yours.” He said, biting his lip ever so slightly as he apparently waited for Hale’s decision. Only Hale was rather distracted.

The buzzing itch had flared to an absolutely undeniable urge and Hale was left slack-jawed and hitching. “Hihh… Heh-! Ihih?... IHXt’shh! Het’SHHiew! Eishhhue! Huh fuck…” The tickle was still present, but less so right after a sneeze. “Sounds good to me, puppy.” He moved to lay on the couch and let Jessie straddle him instead, feeling his heart skip a beat at the sight.

If anything, Jessie looked even more excited than he felt. His mate’s pupils were wide, and lust blown and the smile on his face was infectious. “I haven’t said bless you nearly enough this whole time…” he breathes out while reaching towards Hale’s cock. “I’ve been in total shock…” Warm fingers wrap around his length and give a slow stroke to start, making Hale give a short gasp as he quickly began to harden the rest of the way.

Soon Jessie was rolling his hips against Hale’s leg while stroking his cock with his hand. “Jes… fuck please…” He lifted his hips this time, feeling that needy ache thrum through him. Above him, he spotted Jessie smiling before moving to get into a better position straddling him, holding his cock before sliding down on it with ease from his earlier orgasm.

The slick, warm heat that enveloped his cock made Hale toss his head back with a groan. “Oh fhuh…” But even Jessie couldn’t distract his nose from the irritant in the air and Hale rested one hand on his mate’s thigh while the other rubbed fruitlessly at his nose. “Ihhih…” For now, Jessie was just adjusting, getting comfortable taking him as he usually did, but Hale also suspected he was enjoying the show. “Hixxt’SHHuh! Ngh- HenxT’Shhiew! Oh, fuck me… I- heit’sHHuh! Ept’sHHue! HuRSHuh! “

For every sneeze, Hale swore he could feel Jessie’s muscles tighten around his cock ever so slightly. “Sir, yes, sir…” He joked in reply to Hale’s statement between sneezes. Jessie slowly began to move his hips, grinding them slowly as he stayed on Hale’s cock for a bit. Then he began to pick up the pace after a little longer, moving faster and with more determination.

More moans slipped from them both as Hale reached for Jessie to pull him in and down, wanting to kiss him. Their mouths met in an eager clash, and it quickly became more heated and excited than Hale was expecting. He rolled his hips up to meet Jessie’s thrusts down and both moaned at varying pitches. It wouldn’t take much at all for him to cum at this rate, not with how Jessie was riding him harder and faster now. As if the other was also growing closer and seeking his own second release.

One of Hale’s hands moved off Jessie’s thighs to instead brush his fingers over his clit, stroking over it gently as his mate rode him. He felt Jessie squeeze him and he moaned softly, continuing to rub his clit as the other bounced. Only when a sneeze snuck up on him out of nowhere did he falter.

“HeN’tshue! Huh-” Hale gasped out after it, spraying down towards his chest and Jessie’s stomach. The brunette moaned softly, rocking on his cock a moment and Hale felt Jessie’s walls fluttering around him suddenly. “Oh fuck, puppy, cumming on my cock aren’t you?” He asked Jessie with a grin, giving a little twitch of his hips as his own pleasure became too overwhelming to ignore.

All at once, Hale clung to Jessie as he spilled inside him with soft little stuffy pants and low moans. “Fuck… oh Jes…” He felt a little playful tug on his hair that had him moaning pleasantly and giving a little twitch of his hips up into his mate. “Mmf- puppy…” The little aftershocks and trickling waves of pleasure were slowly subsiding as he blinked up at his mate who now smiled down at him.

“Bless you,” Jessie said softly, relaxing his grip on his hair as he said it. For the briefest moment, Hale felt confusion trickling in before the itch he hadn’t even been paying attention to by now suddenly flared with a vengeance.

A gut-wrenching sneeze had Hale turning to try to hide against the couch cushions instinctively. “Hiih’DTSHHuh! Ugh fuck, sorry.” Some spray still misted across Jessie’s bare thigh and made the other man shiver delightedly.

Warm hands roamed over his chest and Hale made a happy little humming sound that vibrated pleasantly within him. “I keep tellin’ you that you don’t have to apologize for any of this, y’know?” He murmured and Jessie trails some kisses lovingly up over his chest now, making the blonde relish in the soft and gentle affections.

“How do you even know I’m gonna sneeze before I do sometimes?” Hale asked with a sniffle and a pout just for dramatic effect.

Meanwhile, Jessie was moving off of him to instead get settled laying down on his chest. “Your brows sort of crease at the center. It either means you’re thinkin’ real hard about somethin’ or you’re gonna sneeze.” The happy little laugh that slipped from Jessie was quite possibly one of the most beautiful things Hale had ever heard and if his stupid, frowning pre-sneeze face got that laugh from Jessie he’d take it.

The two settled into a comfortable silence, broken only by Hale’s wet sniffles, occasional sneezes, and Jessie’s little hums in response. In the kitchen, the candle burned unhindered as the two dozed in comfort.