#tense situations are fun to explore

[badboysupr]

"I'm sorry that you had to see that, Leo-kun."

What appeared to be a genuinely apologetic frown would form on Geto's features at that. But it was almost as if he was apologizing over accidentally eating the boy's lunch, instead of accidentally exposing the young one to... well, the gruesome death of a monkey who was no longer of any use to him.

And he would move quickly, to shield the boy's gaze away from the bloody scene behind them. With a gentle but firm hand to his shoulder, he would turn them both away and head off in the opposite end of the hall. One of his curses already doing quick work of devouring the corpse and cleaning up the mess itself... the noises made by it however, anything but pleasant or discreet.

"I did tell you to wait with the others, hadn't I? Were you that excited about going to Tokyo with us today~?" He would somehow manage to lightly tease, redirect the subject then...

@idyllicserendipity || it starts （ꉺ౪ꉺ）

Leo was pretty sure he didn't have a weak constitution.

Was he totally unflappable and wholly capable of shrugging off every drip (well, no, it was more like “flood” most of the time) of misfortune that came his way...? Okay, not exactly. But he liked thinking he was pretty dang good at pretending, if nothing else. (“Fake it 'til you make it,” right? How else did the world go round?)

In the aftermath of... whatever the hell that was, he began questioning many things beyond just his own resilience: piles upon piles of worries—even regrets—he desperately hoped weren't made obvious by the look on his face when Geto's shadow passed over him, blocked the nauseating sight from view.

(Which wasn't exactly helpful, by the way; I've already seen it. My brain has nightmare fodder now, thank you.)

Letting out one of those classic breaths-he-didn't-know-he-was-holding, Leo came close to quietly cursing the detectable quaver in his chest. His attention slowly lifted to meet the apologetic (Really? After that?) warmth in the man's gaze, and he forced a smile. An unsteady, sporadically twitching smile, but at least he managed it.

“See what?” Leo asked in his worst attempt of obliviousness to date. He minutely flinched when a hand found his shoulder, but didn't resist the grip ushering him away. (Wasn't as if he wanted to keep standing there staring, in any case.) Swallowing a lump in his throat, he let out a breezy, nervous laugh. “Uhh, yeah. Yeah, no; super stoked for Tokyo. You know me! Love, um... sightseeing and food and things—”

Food. Food? How could he even consider food right now?

His attention went sidelong as they walked, passing over Geto's profile like he expected a monster to be standing there instead. “You, uh... You've got a little—” One hand gestured to his own cheek: surprisingly clean in comparison to the splotch of red he'd noticed on the other's. “Y'know, unless you want that to stay there, which is totally fine.”

[teaguen-thestrange]

Natures Drug. 

warnings/content: spencer reid x reader smut, spencer and reader smoke weed (and get high duh), praising, cock warming at the end, nipple play, i think that’s it but pls let me know if i missed anything!!

(also this idea was brought to you by my bbg @etherealhozier so thank her and go read some of her stuff!!!!)

“Spence! Come in, please!” You said enthusiastically as he waited at your door. He nodded his head as a thank you and stepped in. You and Spencer were best friends, to say the least as you too both had a strong love for each other. 

“So… we’re um… we’re working on that case right?” Spencer asked shyly, setting his jacket down as well as his bag, and taking off his shoes to reveal his mismatched socks. 

“Yep!” You said cheerfully. The surprise was killing you and you wanted to tell him as soon as you could. 

“What’s up with you? Why are you so… giddy?” Spencer asked confused. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” An obvious smirk plastered your face as you replied. 

“Y/n. Spit it out. We’re both profilers, and you know I can tell when you lie.” He said. 

You let out a sigh and decided to tell him. 

“Okay so I’m obviously not gonna make you do it, BUT I thought it would be fun if we maybe smoked some weed…?” You asked cautiously, not wanting to scare him away. 

His eyes grew wide at your question, and his whole body tensed. 

“I’ve never… I mean… what…?” He looked at you with a mix of confusion, shock, and a hint of curiosity. 

You giggled a little at his bundle of emotions being shown. 

“Spencer, it’s okay. I’ve done this before and you’re safe with me. You also don’t even have to. It was just a suggestion.” You say smiling. 

Spencer looked at you, confused but less confused, as he thought about it. 

“Sure.” He said quickly. 

You stared at him blank, taken back by his fast answer. 

“Are… are you sure?” You asked once more, making sure you heard him right. 

“Yes y/n. I’m sure. I trust you enough to know what you’re doing.” He said with a light chuckle. 

You gave a quick smile and a quite “ok” as you grabbed the weed out of the bag, as well as the grinder and paper. It didn’t take you long to get everything situated, two joints had quickly appeared on the table in front of you and him. 

“Here you go, one for the handsome gentleman.” You said giggling as you handed him one of the joints and lighting it up in his mouth as you stared into his eyes. You noticed a slight spark in his eye that sent shivers down your body as you serviced him with the heat of the lighter. You soon quick followed with yours as well, chuckling as Spencer let out a cough after the first drag. 

“Take your time, pretty boy. It’s not going anywhere.” You said laughing as he smiled at you. 

————————————

About an hour had passed, and you both and gotten your fair share of buzz from the fumes in the air. Remains of laughter and hash were sprinkled all over the room as the case you had agreed to work on was soon forgotten. 

“You’re so pretty y/n. Have I told you that? I don’t think I’ve told you that.” Spencer blushed as he rambled, not taking his eyes off of you once. What he did next is what caught you off guard. As he sat next to you, he scooted closer to your body and whispered to you. 

“Can I kiss you please? Look so pretty right now.” 

You were completely taken aback by his words, so much so you couldn’t even speak. You nodded your head slowly at him as you climbed onto his lap before taking a hit of the joint, and began pressing your mouth into his. As his tongue explored your mouth, you let out a small cloud of smoke into him as he whimpered from the friction coming from your core, grinding onto his groin. 

Realizing you hadn’t even spoken once yet, you opened your mouth to stop Spencer for a second. 

“Spencer wait. We’re both… high right now and we um… we can’t go back once we do this.” You sigh, sounding out of breath as you look at him with lust in your eyes. 

“Y/n. I… want nothing more than to do this with you right now. Just please, make me feel good.” Spencer whimpered as he let out a sigh, and the sound alone was enough to make you come undone in his lap. 

You nodded quickly up and down, not being able to even think about turning down his request. The look he gave you sent shivers down your spine body, telling you both desperately needed that release. As you quickly placed your lips on his again, you moved your hips forward and back along his bulge, moaning into his mouth. 

“Off. Right now. Off.” Spencer demanded, clawing at your shirt. His hands were cold on your ribs and chest as he ripped the fabric off effortlessly, leaving you bare in front of him. 

“So fucking beautiful. Lemme taste em’. Please?” Before you could even say yes to his begging, his lips wrapped around your hard buds, swirling his tounge painfully slow around one as he moved to the other. After taking his sweet time, having you come completely undone with the sounds you made, you placed you hands on his belt and looked at him for approval. 

“Can I Spence? Is this okay?” You asked breathlessly, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you. 

“Fuck… yes. Please.” He choked out a moan as his cock sprung free, leaving you salivating at the sight. 

“Can I?” You asked as your hand ghosted over his tip, making him moan while bucking his hips into your grasp. 

“Fuck y/n just do something!” He moaned, and you knew if you teased him any longer, he wouldn’t last. You slowly gave his cock a few tugs, making him choke out a bundle of gasps as your thumb swiped over his tip, smearing the precum around your hand. You hastily ripped your pants and panties off before sinking onto him with a groan coming from both of you. 

“So warm. And tight. Fuck, y/n.” Spencer groaned as you slowly rode him out. Feeling your orgasm approaching vastly, you clenched around him making both of you whimper loudly. 

“M’ gonna cum y/n…” Spencer whimpered out, as you moaned in response to feeling him throb inside you. 

“Fuck Spencer. Cum inside me. Please!” You yelled as he slammed his hips up into you at an alarming pace, spilling his seed into you as you spasmed around him; riding out your orgasm. 

You stayed there for a minute, trying to catch your breath all while comprehending what just happened as you looked into his eyes. 

“That was…” Spencer breathed out.

“Amazing.” You chuckled out as you smiled at him. 

He placed his lips on yours, and smiled against them. 

“You’re amazing.” He replied, blushing at you. 

“And you’re super corny!” You let out a laugh before kissing him again, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. 

[koqabear]

song equation for the 2K event!!(congrats🙇)

daniel ceaser, do you like me?+ soobin+ smut= fwb!soobin but he’s your best friend’s ex who she’s still not over😵

♫: Daniel Ceasar, Do You Like Me? // [2K Masterlist]

“Parties aren’t that much fun to attend to anymore, especially when you’re only there to tend to your broken-hearted friend. But there’s always ways to entertain yourself, ways that rely on a certain someone you’re meant to despise.”

soobin x fem!reader // wc: 4.0K // fwb au, angst, college au but it’s not rlly important, smut, MDNI.

warnings: it’s a rlly messy situation, neither soobin or the mc are good people !! mentions of alcohol, dom!soobin, sub!mc, fingering, biting, orgasm control(?), dry humping, breast play, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, pet names (good girl, pretty thing, etc.), cum eating, overstimulation, slight handjob, protected sex (from me??? what.) soobin is big 🥱, slight manhandling? degrading, praise, aftercare, lmk if i forgot anything !

notes: soobin’s a lil sassy in this one idk guys… i dedicate this to a certain someone who challenged me by saying i neglect soobin (i do tbh.) so. this ones for you ‼️🤣 i’ve seriously been wanting to get my hands on this request from the moment i got it, i love this song sm thank you for sending this anon !! ur mind is insane!!!

This is wrong. It’s wrong, horrible, a break of every code that comes with a friendship— but it’s also sweet, enticing, thrilling, feeling as though the breath has been stolen from your lungs as Soobin presses you further against the wall, hands wandering down the hem of your dress and his small, breathy groans enough to drown out the rest of the noise from the party downstairs. 

You didn’t want to be here in the first place; your friend had been the one to drag you here, begging for your company and asking you to be the designated driver as she spent the night drinking and partying her sorrows away— attempting to pretend that she’s fine, that she’s healed, that her heart still isn’t broken by the man whose fingers are trailing up your inner thighs— and you had agreed, telling her that she was better off alone only to slip into some random bedroom with the man you said was definitely not worth her time. 

But he’s worth yours. You wanted him from the very moment you saw him, pining from afar and letting three years pass by as you watched him transform from a shy freshman to what he is now; alluring, addicting, intoxicating, your lips parting with ease and your body left at his mercy as you allow him to kiss, suck, and explore wherever he wants.

It wasn’t your fault you had feelings for him. But it was your fault that you let yourself push those said feelings to the side for your friend, resigned to longing glances and tense interactions whenever you two were alone— of course, it wasn’t long before he picked up on those feelings as well. 

“How long will you be staying tonight?” Soobin whispers teasingly into your ear, pouty lips latching onto the spot just under it; your curl slightly into him at the sensation, hands holding onto his shoulders and your back feeling the slight vibrations that comes from the bass of the music against the wall. But it’s all muffled to you, your hearing only attuned to Soobin’s words and voice, the deep lullaby that teases you for your weakness, “you watching over her this time too?”

“Fuck— yeah,” you admit, feeling a twist of guilt in your stomach, “I’m the designated driver.”

That guilt is immediately wiped out by a harsh pleasure; Soobin’s fingers are slow and lithe as they run up and down your slit, feeling the way your panties become soaked with your arousal; pads of his fingers slowing to press on your clit, your legs spread open by one of his own as he corners you in with ease, continuing to litter kisses along the column of your throat leisurely. 

“Such a shame you’re stuck babysitting her all the time,” he coos softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he’s pushing your panties to the side, feeling the way you shiver at his cold fingers running up and down your folds, collecting the arousal that gathers there before circling at your clit; rubbing in rhythmic circles at an agonizingly slow pace that he knows drives you crazy, holding back a coy smile at the way your brows twitch, hips stuttering toward him in need of more, “If not, I would’ve loved to take you back to my place and fuck you properly.”

His words are dangerous territory. You don’t go to his place, and he certainly doesn’t go to yours— it’s always been like this, secret hookups in convenient places you know you won’t get caught; a quickie in a random bedroom at a party, a sneaky handjob under the table of a library, a night where you let yourself destress in his car when you’re supposed to be on your way to hang out with a friend.

All of it has been quick, lustful, surface-level; nothing that would lead to cuddles under the safety of his sheets, or the smell of your shampoo after he decided to quickly shower at your place, or anything that could give you the slight semblance of domesticity— no possibility of seeing a future with him, of having anything that runs deeper than the touch of his skin on yours. 

Sometimes, you hate yourself for setting such boundaries. Sometimes, you wish you were self-destructive enough to push past the barrier that deemed you as friends with benefits (if you could even use the term “friends” with him) and go into something that was more than that, something that was more meaningful than the way you only allowed yourself to spent thirty minutes max with him alone, before you had to go check up on your best friend and make sure she hadn’t begun to drunkenly wish for Soobin to come back into her life. 

“You know, I only wanted you from the start,” he had told you once, the words dream-like and saccharine sweet as he confessed it quietly to you, your head too dazed from the feeling of him inside you to process it properly; burying the secret beneath harsh thrusts that left your mind blank, not expecting the confession to stick to you like glue regardless. And you had thought of every time Soobin would only leave parties at the same time you did, would be eager to tag along with your friend if you were there as well, all those moments your friend thought were for her the complete opposite.

And it shattered your heart. But it also made it soar, made your face heat up to know he’s had eyes on you all along, forced to back off once he thought you weren’t interested—- but you were, and you were simply holding back for the sake of your friend. 

“Not happening,” is all you can sigh into his mouth, allowing him to kiss you lazily, teeth sinking playfully into your lip before his tongue is darting out to soothe the pain; his fingers prod at your entrance teasingly, ring and middle finger entering slowly to feel you squeeze around him, only to pull out again. And he’s whining softly against your lips like wounded puppy, as though he wasn’t the one making you fall apart by letting his fingers sink slowly into you, curling slowly and pressing against your sweet spot as he kept a warm hand on your waist; dress bunched up under his palm, trying to keep you still as he begins to wind you up with ease. 

“Why not?” he asks, leaving your mouth and planting a soft kiss at the corner of your lip; on your jaw, trailing back until he’s gotten to the column of your neck, aiming for all the spots that make you as sensitive as the feeling of him slowly pumping his fingers into your cunt does, “I like you, you like me…”

His fingers are able to reach spots you could only dream of; spots that have you letting out choked whines and grabbing on his forearm desperately, hips attempting to buck and match his pace, only to be restrained by the bruising grip of his hand on you.

You’re trying to not pay attention to his ramblings— something you’ve found him doing a lot more often than you’d like, constantly being lured into temptations that should not be tasted— instead, you pay attention to the way his palm grinds against your clit and the growing sounds of your arousal as he thrusts his fingers into you, calculated and teasing as he slows down the moment you begin to get close.

“It works out, doesn’t it?” you’re tuning back into his words reluctantly, unable to whine for him to stop being such a tease as he continues, “Wouldn’t you just wanna… have one day where we’re not rushing?”

He’s quickening his pace again; your breath is stuttering at the feeling of his hard cock against you, letting out a pathetic whine at the way he begins to rut against you, slow and teasing as he rolls his hips into you, as though he were fucking you instead. 

“I’d take such good care of you,” he groans, listening to the way your breath is beginning to become ragged, lips continuing their descent from your neck to your collarbones, where he lets his teeth graze against the skin that’s being shown for a moment, “Really take my time with you…finally have you all to myself for once.”

“Soobin…” you say, an air of uncertainty to your tone— but Soobin is in complete disregard of it, needy hands pulling at the top of your dress to get access to your breasts— his free hand is slipping under the cup your bra while his mouth attaches to your nipple, pulling out a broken moan from you and threading your fingers through his hair subconsciously; his palm is pressing against your clit, making your walls clench around his fingers and causing him to laugh softly against your skin. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, beginning to rub quick circles on your clit with his thumb instead; listening to the way you keen and react to his touch immediately, your body buzzing with pent up pleasure that’s waiting to snap and release. “Don’t you like me?”

“I…” you’re trailing off without meaning to; it’s hard to concentrate with the way Soobin fucks you with his fingers so expertly, his breath fanning on your sensitive nipple with every soft moan he lets out; still rutting against you, his hand going back down to your hips to press you closer against him— you feel caged in by him, his fingers digging into your skin as he lets out a soft hmm? that urges you to answer his question and snaps you out of your reverie.

“Do you?” he asks again, slowing his pace to try and clear your mind, teasing you as he continues to rub soft circles on your clit— you nod frantically, breathing out a soft Soobin, please, that he doesn’t pay attention to— instead, he comes back up to capture your lips for a kiss, harsh and frantic as he bites your lip coyly; the whine you let out is enough for him to pull away with a soft sigh. 

“Tell me. I wanna hear it from you.”

He’s picking up his pace the moment you open your mouth to speak; a choked whine cutting off your words, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers begin to pump into you ruthlessly, the wet sounds making your face feel hot and mind blank as you let your mouth run, not paying attention to what you say. 

“I— I like you, I really like you,” you cry, the pleasure building to such an intensity that you feel tears pricking at your eyes, “you’re all I think about, Soobin— ugh, fuck— need you, want you to fuck me, wanna cum, please? Wanna feel you inside me, ‘m close— ah, Soobin please—”

Your words get cut off with a sharp cry; your body freezes up and is left for Soobin to control as he talks you through it all, cooing soft praise and reassurance in your ear as he presses soft kisses on your jaw— words soft and sweet, making your head spin and cunt clench around his fingers a little tighter— my good girl, so perfect for me, pretty thing, feel so good…

Soobin thinks he could cum just like this; your face is flushed and pretty as you look at him with glassy eyes, hips grinding into his hand as he continues to softly fuck you with his fingers, watching the way you jolt and whimper from the sensation— his cock is pathetically hard and leaking in his pants, practically throbbing as he continues to rut against you— but then he remembers your cute begging, unable to resist to such a request as he finally pulls away from you, fingers slowly pulling out of your cunt as he glances down to see the mess he’s made of you.

You can only watch and let out a weak sigh as you watch him slip his glistening fingers into his mouth, tongue curling around the digits and cleaning them entirely as he groans at the taste— your face feels like it’s on fire, and his eyes never leaves yours as his pretty lips slowly wrap around them. 

He’s undoing his jeans quicker than you can process; bringing you in for another sweet kiss, your hand wandering to wrap around his cock as you feel him hiss into your mouth— hips bucking slowly to the pace you’ve set for him, tip sticky and leaking as you swipe a thumb over it and spread the precum along the rest of his length.

“Condom,” you say breathlessly, feeling the way Soobin’s hands have found purchase on your waist again; slotting himself between your legs and standing impossibly close, enough to feel his wet tip touching your inner thigh— and he moans softly, the sensitive feeling of your warm skin enough to leave him dazed and responding a bit late to your words. 

“Fuck— right, right,” he groans softly, biting at his lip as he pats around his pockets; and by the way his brows knit together and he hesitantly reaches into his front pockets, you can already guess what he’s thinking— because you find yourself thinking it as well. 

You want to feel him without that thin layer of protection; want to feel the raw friction, wishing for nothing more but for him to fill you and have you leaking around his cock— but as you roll on the condom for him with a deft hand, you know that this is for the best— a small reminder of what you two are, that you can never truly get comfortable around each other. 

“Shit, so wet for me,” he says softly, teasing you as he runs his cock up and down your entrance; grinding softly against your clit, listening to your every whimper and whine keenly before he begins to tease his tip at your entrance— you’re both hissing at the stretch, always eager to feel the way he stretches you open, cunt never truly used to it no matter how many times you do this.

You’re letting out a sigh of content the moment he slides inside you; feeling his hands guide your hips into meeting him halfway, his soft moans and breaths fanning across your neck as his lips begin to suck at your neck again; you have half the mind to thread your fingers through his hair and tug slightly, muttering a soft no marks, Soobin, that has him huffing in disappointment. 

“And why not?” he asks, beginning to move his hips slowly; cock touching all your sensitive places so sweetly, as though it was the only thing he knew how to do, “you can just say it was from a random hookup— nothing wrong with that.”

God, he’s insufferable; he follows your request as he pulls away from his spot in the crook of your neck, pace beginning to build as he watches the way you fall apart on his cock; thick and big, always leaving your legs shaking as he holds your hips in place, one hand sliding down to grab your thigh and bring it up around his waist, as though you were nothing but a cute toy for him to fuck— your hands hold onto his broad shoulders for stability, nails digging into his skin through his thin tee as you simply shake your head with the last bit of coherency you have. 

“Aren’t you tired of sneaking around so much? Of having all these odd things we just can’t do when we’re literally—” he punctuates his words with a harsh thrust that has you yelping pathetically, “fucking, while you’re supposed to be babysitting your friend?” 

Your face burns at his words— he’s struck a nerve and he knows it, especially with the way your nails bite at his skin a little more than they already were— but even though you try to get angry at him, though you try to say something, you can’t, not with the way he’s fucking you so good that you can’t form a simple sentence. 

“We could be at my place right now— you wouldn't've had to go to this— fuck, this lame party in the first place, we could’ve just… hah, hung out at my place, let me take care of you.” 

His words send butterflies through your stomach— and it’s exactly why you let out a soft no, we can’t, at his words, the very idea of venturing into something more intimate making you weak in the knees— and he frowns, his grip becoming a bit bruising as his hips snap against yours, the sounds of skin against skin filling the room and rivaling the music that pours through from outside.

“So what, is this better for you?” he asks meanly, voice darkening at the way you can barely keep up with his pace, too fucked out to process his words fast enough, “do you enjoy having to face your friend after we’re done?” 

His words have you seething out a harsh fuck you in response; a hand leaves his shoulder to find itself tangled in his hair, pulling at it harshly before you’re bringing him closer to you— your waterline is lined with tears and your face is flushed as you give him a half-hearted glare. 

“Soobin, just shut up,” you grit out, watching the way his eyes narrow and harden in response— his hand has found its way back to your clit, circling it in a way that has you clenching around his cock and moaning pathetically.

“Pretty thing just wants to get fucked then? Wanna cum?” he coos, feeling the way your body has begun to tense at his ministrations, unable to answer him from how good you feel, “come on then, use me sweet thing, wanna— wanna feel it, know you can do it, filthy thing only knows how to come to me when you’re needy, isn’t that right?”

Your thighs are slick and your body is tensing from the feeling of Soobin towering over you, feeling as though he’s everywhere at once; his dark voice whispering endless filth into your ear, his breathy moans brushing against your skin and making you shiver with a small cry— his fingers dig a little into you, keeping your bucking hips still and forcing your body to cum again; pressing you firmly into the wall as you do, feeling the way your thighs tense and quiver under his hold as he lets you ride it out with slow and deep thrusts; pretty voice humming praise into your ear, settling your shaking body as he tells you thaaaat’s it, good girl, so pretty when you cum. 

You’re panting weakly into the air as your body finally comes down— but Soobin is still hard inside you, the feeling of your clenching and tight walls around him only encouraging to continue chasing his high— and you let him, leaning your head against the wall and watching with lidded eyes as he continues to fuck you, brows knitting at the sensitivity. 

He’s close, and your body is becoming more and more sensitive the longer he fucks you; crying softly with every thrust of his cock, letting out choked whimpers every time his tip bumps against your sweet spot— and you let him, let his hands wander and lips suck gently at your skin, not enough to leave marks but enough to have your back arching and legs shaking once more. 

His pace is picking up, becoming sloppy, and you think he’s about to cum— only for him to stutter to a stop at the sound of your ringtone, your eyes widening as you look over at the table next to you that you threw it on; your friend’s contact name lights up the screen. 

“Answer it,” Soobin says roughly, voice slightly strained from how good you feel around him— your eyes widen as you shake your head no frantically, only to watch in horror as Soobin reaches for the phone for you; you can feel your blood grow cold the moment he answers the call and presses your phone firmly against your ear— in a panic, you grab a hold of it yourself.

“He—hello?”

Your friend is asking you where you are— she wants to leave, she doesn’t feel well, asking if you can take her home— she’s drunk and you can barely focus on her slurred words, Soobin’s unpredictable pace returning as he goes back to fucking you; the wet sounds are enough to have your eyes widening in panic, biting your lip and reaching out to slap a hand on top of Soobin’s mouth. He lets you, staring at you with dark eyes as his thrusts become rougher, choosing to aim for the specific spots he knows drive you crazy; a stray tear falls from your eyes from the effort of having to hold in your sounds. 

“Where— are you— hmmm?” you’re lucky your friend is wasted. She doesn’t pick up on your struggle to articulate your words, telling you that she’s been sitting outside on the porch trying to contact you— you wince, partly at her words, and partly because Soobin is noticeable close, frantically rutting into you as muffled moans sound against the palm of your hand; clearly more dramatic than usual, wanting to be heard as you can feel his lips part against your hand, the messy drool building up on the corners of his lips as you wince. 

“Okay, I’ll—” Soobin cums with a particularly loud groan and a thrust that lets him bottom out; he’s entirely inside you as he lets his head rest on your shoulder, the feeling so sudden it has you cutting yourself off in order to bite your lip pathetically— still caged in and left at Soobin’s mercy as he plants soft kisses along your shoulders, cock still moving ever-so-slightly as you finally find the courage to speak.

“I’ll be there in a bit.”

You hang up after hearing her drunken okay.

It’s silent. It’s tense, and you’re unsure of what to say, and slightly afraid of what Soobin will say. Instead, he pulls away without a word; slides out of you with nothing but a soft wince, taking off the condom and tucking himself in quietly— you can only stand and watch as he turns to the private bathroom of the bedroom, tossing the used condom in the trash before you hear the sound of the sink running; you can’t help but cringe at the awkwardness of it all.

“You okay?” he asks once he finally emerges, raising a brow at the way you seem surprised at his comment— only for your eyes to fall at the towel in his hands, face heating up at the way he slowly approaches you, crowding your space once more. 

He’s cleaning you up without another word; even when you try to get the rag from him, try to do it yourself, he doesn’t let you— his touch is tender and has your heart racing, your mind trying to get yourself to calm down the moment your eyes meet; a cold reminder of where you are, of the reality of it all.

Soobin doesn’t let you stick to this reality for long; not with the way he’s fixing your clothes carefully and pulling you in for a soft kiss, hands running up and down your body as he mutters a soft so perfect— and you’re snapping out of it once more, pushing against his chest with a firm hand.

“Soobin, please,” you say quietly, unable to meet his eyes as you stare down at the floor instead. You hear him let out a tired sigh.

“We can’t keep this up forever,” is all he says, voice so quiet you have to strain to hear him, “You’ll have to pick a side eventually.”

That much is obvious to you; and though it hurts to meet his gaze, hurts to see the way his eyes hold a sense of longing that you haven’t allowed yourself to reveal, you refuse to acknowledge his comment. 

“I have to go to my friend.”

His face is painted with disappointment. 

“Sure.”

You’re quick to go to push past him and go to the door— his voice stops you before you can even turn the knob.

“See you later?”

His voice has that soft rumble that always makes you shiver without fail— and despite your better judgment, you nod your head.

“Yeah.”

And the cycle continues.

[jxsterr]

im such a lover of pre calamity zelink purely because any interactions or affection between them is that of two kids with the weight of the world on their shoulders trying to navigate confusing emotions — it’s just so innocent and unsure and RAW. like just imagine them when they’re close and having to figure out what that overwhelming feeling in their chest is whenever something as simple as their hands are close. what are they yearning for? what is the heart asking them to do? why do they feel so upset when their hands move away?

because realistically they’re not going to have many references, nobody’s going to sit the princess down—who is supposed to be unlocking her powers—and explain to her the intricacies of crushes and the human desire for physical touch, and the same goes for link. their human side is Completely ignored as we already know, any emotions that don’t pertain to the calamity are discarded and seen as ridiculous. so they’re left to explore with each other but there’s Roles here and rules that come with, are they really allowed? but then the roles start to disintegrate the moment they grow closer, the moment they’re more friends than princess and knight, and they both start getting curious.

with how much restraint link is bound to have and has shown previously, it’s definitely zelda who starts to push boundaries a little and touches him more, but he’s her knight and while he’s unsure of how permissable this situation is he lets her do so because that’s his princess, not that he doesn’t mind it or anything

so it starts as simple as a hand on his bicep at the sight of danger or somewhere new and of interest, something that makes him tense for a moment but then breathe and relax because it’s her and the touch is kind of nice. then it turns into hands on his shoulders from behind when he’s sat by the fire, when she’s just come back from pestering the local wildlife and he looks up at her and she grins in a way that makes his stomach swirl. it grows to zelda threading wildflowers through his hair and combing her own fingers through it so she can put it back up for him, daring to rest her chin on his shoulder to ask what colour flower he wants next and her hands are on his arms and goddess this is close. it’s to the point where she hugs him whether happy or upset and it stuns him, but he slowly wraps his arms around her every time and feels the way she melts against him. where she’ll take his hand into her own and fidget with it—because she’s a destructive fidgeter otherwise—bending his fingers, tracing parts of his palm until she’s memorised the shape of him and he lets her because he knows how anxious she can get. it doesn’t even tickle that much from how calloused and damaged his hands are.

people notice this, too. impa raises an eyebrow whenever she catches the tail end of zelda squishing his face for fun because she does treat him a little like a puppy (though she would argue it’s because he lets her) and she merely waves a dismissive hand. the guardsmen are regularly reminded that link is her favourite soldier from the way his name rings off her tongue like wind chimes, from the way she runs to him first and foremost after hunting a nearby monster hideout, especially when she argues that holding his face is necessary to make sure he’s okay. the guards merely grin. king rhoam doesn’t see it though, goddess knows how he would feel about her knight distracting her from her duties, but urbosa does because zelda has to get parental approval from somewhere. urbosa sees the way zelda looks for him in the group when she’s not by his side, almost making sure he was still there if she wanted him, and urbosa smiles. she sees the way zelda’s hand sneaks its way into his whenever she’s scared or nervous about something, even though she’s surrounded by the champions, and how his hand tightens around hers so she knows he’s going nowhere. it’s almost enough to bring a tear to the chief gerudo’s eyes, to know that her little bird is in safe hands whenever she isn’t around, to finally see her smiling and laughing and not shivering, tear-stained and weak in the middle of ice cold water, begging and pleading into thin air. when she looks at them, she sees two kids finally being able to embrace some of their youth and find comfort in one another, and it gives her hope. hope that they can still be naive teenagers together despite the circumstances they’re all in. and idk i just think that’s pretty neat

[nina-ya]

hi can you please do "you took all the pillows so im using you as one" for zoro!

A/N: The prompt came from this prompt list if anyone else wanted to send anything. Thank you for requesting i had a lot of fun with this one!! <3 Pairing: Zoro x Reader CW: None WC: 733

You knew Zoro practically lived in that crow's nest on the Sunny. When you wanted to accompany him, you embarrassingly found yourself falling asleep more times than not against the hard floors. Fed up with this recurring inconvenience, you decided enough was enough and brought your own pillows and a cozy blanket, determined that the next time you joined Zoro, you would, at the very least, be comfortable.

Today was one of those extra exhausting days, and all you wanted was to talk to Zoro until you inevitably fell asleep. You trudged your way up to the crow's nest with a determination to finally experience a restful nap.

However, as you reached the top, you couldn't believe what you were witnessing. Zoro was snoozing away, completely oblivious, and the nerve of it all – he was using your pillows and blanket. Frustration bubbled up within you, and with each step towards him, your annoyance grew.

"Zoro? Seriously? Was this really necessary?" you asked, your voice a blend of irritation and disbelief.

"What's your problem?" he grumbled, not fully comprehending the situation.

"My problem is that those are my pillows and blanket," you retorted, gesturing to the items he had shamelessly taken. "I brought them so I could finally get some decent sleep up here."

Zoro blinked, processing your words slowly. The realization dawned on him, and he sat up, rubbing his eye. "Oh, these? Didn't notice," he shrugged, as if it were the most casual thing in the world.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance at his nonchalant response. "Well, now you know. Find your own damn pillows."

“Maybe next time, but not now.” He said with a deep sigh of satisfaction as he snuggled into the pillows.

Your groan of annoyance reverberated through the crow's nest as Zoro remained unresponsive. Frustration reached its peak, and you decided it was time to take matters into your own hands. With a determined huff, you flopped down next to him, rolling over until you found yourself comfortably sprawled across his chest.

Zoro's eye snapped open in surprise, his initial reaction a mix of confusion and irritation. "Oi, what the hell are you doing?" he demanded, caught off guard by your unexpected intrusion.

You snuggled further into his chest, finding the warmth and comfort you had originally sought in your own pillows. "You took all the pillows, so I'm using you as one," you declared with a smirk.

"I can't believe you..." he started, a hint of protest in his voice, but the unexpected warmth against him made him pause. After a moment of grumbling, Zoro begrudgingly draped an arm around you, a silent concession to the arrangement.

As you lay on Zoro's chest, the initial annoyance began to dissolve, replaced by a newfound calmness. It was in this quiet moment that a desire to talk broke the silence.

"So, what's the deal with you hijacking my pillows?" you asked, your voice soft but carrying a playful edge.

Zoro grunted in response, still seemingly indifferent to the entire situation. "Didn't see any nametags on 'em."

You chuckled at his nonchalant reply. "Fair point. But next time, give me a heads-up, will you?"

His lips curled into a slight smirk. "Wouldn't be as fun then, would it?"

You rolled your eyes at his typical response, but a smile played on your lips. "True, true. Fun aside, I've always wondered about this scar of yours," you added, tracing a path along the prominent scar on his chest with the tip of your finger.

His body tensed slightly at the unexpected touch, his eye narrowing at your actions. "What are you doing?"

"Just curious," you replied, your finger continuing its gentle exploration. As your touch traced the lines of the scar, a hush settled over the crow's nest. His breath seemed to hitch, and a wave of goosebumps rippled across his skin. His heart rate quickened, a subtle acknowledgment of the unexpected intimacy unfolding. Your finger's journey along the scar was delicate, causing a short circuit in his brain. Finally, he gathered himself and he spoke, his tone carrying a hint of vulnerability. "It's from Mihawk. Our first encounter."

As Zoro's story unfolded, the frustration of the stolen pillows diminished, pushed to the back of your mind. The crow's nest, initially a scene of frustration, transformed into an unexpected haven, quietly observing the connection unraveling between the two of you.

[elysiansparadise]

Oppositions in the chart

🟤Sun opposition Moon: The native can become very different once you get to know them in depth. You can reject your own needs or ignore them. They have a lot of charisma and a great sense of self-worth. The native is different from their family and their parents in particular. There may be problems between your father and mother or they may be very different. Sensitive to criticism. Your family life can be a rollercoaster. They work very hard to understand their emotions, which are often very complex and intense. They tend to be either very loved by a certain group of people or feel rejected and excluded by others.

🟤Sun opposition Mars: These natives may subconsciously reject their impulses or anger, and fear the idea of ​​reflecting as fearful or weak. Even if they don't look for conflict, they can see a lot of drama around them. Tendency to repress anger and explode once they can no longer hold it. Male figures frequently argue with you. They have a taste or attraction for adrenaline, excitement and fun. They tend to be on the defensive many times, and they can do so even without realizing it. They are likely to make rash decisions. Risk of injury or injury due to hyperactivity. They may feel at war with others or with themselves constantly.

🟤Sun opposition Jupiter: People who can achieve success easily. They may have to learn to resist temptation. They have a desire to know many things, to explore, to have fun and adventure. The father may be arrogant or have ego problems. Disgust for excessively controlling authorities, they will always prioritize their freedom and authenticity. Charming socially, but may need to isolate themselves after prolonged interaction. They have great ambition and desire to go far in life. They can be extreme when they like something, taking it to extremes [if they like such an activity, they can spend a lot of their time doing it].

🟤Sun opposition Saturn: They are very reserved and quiet-looking people. People know about them what they want them to know. They are very demanding of themselves. Differences with father or authority figures. For them, first you work and then you play. They have difficulties accepting and loving themselves. They are very sincere and honest, they always like to do the right thing. Observers who are aware of everything that happens around them. They seek to isolate themselves from ​​meeting new people, they find it difficult to open up and trust. Pessimistic and fatalistic tendencies.

🟤Sun opposition Uranus: They have trouble asking for help as they prefer to be independent in all situations. There may be estrangement with the father or the native may see him as an eccentric, unusual or very intelligent man. Their energy is variable, being sometimes very restless or needing more rest. They easily adapt to changes and have the need to renew, improve or make adjustments to themselves. Need to be original. Their eccentricities are charismatic, but they usually have a hard time accepting them completely. They feel uncertainty and bewilderment towards the future.

🟤Sun opposition Neptune: Kind, creative and very introspective personality, introverted tints. The natives will feel the father distant, physically or emotionally, sometimes they can see him as someone kind, naive, unrealistic, irresponsible or with escapist tendencies. They tend to daydream when things in the real world get tense or unpleasant. They are very intuitive with people, but sometimes they can feel blocked from allowing the full potential of their intuition to be discovered. They can do a lot for others without expecting anything in return. Inclination or tendency to live paranormal or "magical" experiences.

🟤Sun opposition Pluto: Natives with this placement usually have a tense relationship with their father, they may distrust him or see him as someone very controlling. They often hide some sides of their personality, they show themselves much stronger before others. They dislike feeling or looking weak in front of others. They may have a strained relationship with themselves, from being very critical or negative with themselves. They are very reserved people and do not usually talk much about them. They may distrust their own strength, courage, or themselves in general. 

🟤Moon opposition Mercury: Excellent counselors who don't often take their own advice. Difficulty talking about their emotions. They are very easily distracted and their mind is a great source of ideas. Lots of creativity, they are people who communicate in a very convincing way. Communicating with family, especially mother or other female figures, can be difficult for the native. You may prefer to be silent and not speak, and even believe or feel that you aren’t being heard when you speak. Prone to criticism of any kind. Conflict between emotion and reason. May alternate and be either very mental or very emotional.

🟤Moon opposition Venus: Sensation of not having been loved by the family, by the mother or a female figure. Problems feeling comfortable with themselves. Charisma and kindness towards others, they will take care of those they love but they have to be fair with themselves and let themselves be loved and cared for by others. Conflict between what you want and what you need. Feeling of not having much luck in love. Despite their appeal, they may prefer to spend most of their time alone. Artistic hobbies and they can be very talented in that field. They think they have to work more than the rest to be happy.

🟤Moon opposition Mars: They may be always alert and defensive from a difficult, aggressive, or violent childhood. The relationship with the parents can be somewhat tense. You may see your parents [mostly the mother] as either aggressive or very protective. They will never hesitate to defend the weakest, they have a lot of courage. They get impatient and angry easily. They could have been hurt a lot as children, have scars from accidents or things that happened in their childhood. Tendency to hyperactivity. They are cold or strong people on the outside but affectionate on the inside.

🟤Moon opposition Jupiter: These people radiate comfort and are a great source of joy for their loved ones. They may be people with a tendency to eat or sleep a lot. Some distance from the mother or she may be very different from the native. Great need to experience new things, non-routine people. Tendency to procrastinate or leave activities for the last to prioritize your joy. Naturally charismatic. Kind and giving, they have a tendency to give more than they receive. Constantly forget things when they travel. Remembering the past or living a lot in it prevents them from living those new experiences that excite them.

🟤Moon opposition Saturn: They repress their emotions for fear of being vulnerable or feeling weak. Problems in family life, lack of communication and understanding. They may have irregular sleeping or eating periods. They have a hard time connecting with others on a deep level. Distrustful and melancholic nature. Tendency to live in the past. They can blame themselves for things that they have nothing to do with. Maturity from young. Sensation of not having lived their childhood fully. They may feel emotional and physical exhaustion very often. They know how to be responsible for their actions.

🟤Moon opposition Uranus: Instability in the home, this being unconventional. The natives may feel different from the rest of their family, they may feel distanced or see them as very cold and inconsistent people. You can find family in friends, whether in real life or online. Tendency to insomnia and not sleeping because of the noise of your mind. Variability in your diet. They can disconnect from their own emotions so they don't have to deal with them, be vulnerable or needy. Mood and emotional changes are very frequent. They get bored and distracted easily. Great and creative minds. May be perceived as distant by others.

🟤Moon opposition Neptune: They feel the pain of others as their own on many occasions, a lot of sensitivity and awareness of the suffering and emotions of others, but not their own. Their empathy allows them to easily connect with others, but they don't feel understood by other people as easily. They may feel rejection or disconnection from the family. An emotionally absent mother or family. The water may be healing for them or they may be afraid of swimming. Compassionate, creative, dreamers and fantasists. They are in their own world because of a disgust or annoyance with reality.

🟤Moon opposition Pluto: Their emotional world is very complex and intense, just like your family life. The native may feel that their family does not trust them or their abilities. They question their values ​​and their emotions. The relationship with the mother can be somewhat tense. Great insight. Mistrust of opening up to the idea of ​​forming emotional bonds with people. Anxiety and trouble sleeping. They can be very doubtful of the decisions they make. They do not forgive themselves easily when they make a mistake. Tendency to remember embarrassing moments very intensely.

🟤Mercury opposition Mars: Tendency to argue with siblings or have argued a lot at school. High-sounding language [may curse a lot], they always say what they think. Lack of tact. A strong, clear and high tone of voice. They are not afraid of arguments. Like to debate or tend to attract situations in which they have to debate. They are people with a very restless mind, they feel the need to be productive and do something. They are sarcastic. They don't like hints or lies, if they don't like you they will let you know as it is. They can make judgments quickly. Likely to be impatient and get annoyed easily.

🟤Mercury opposition Jupiter: Here we meet the natives thirsty for knowledge. They question their intellect and abilities a lot. They radiate a lot of positivity and are very funny. Introverted tendencies, they enjoy getting to know themselves better. Interest in other cultures. They wish they could be more rational. Ups and downs in their relationships with siblings. They question everything and have a curious mind. Difficulty establishing a routine. They get bored easily. Tendency to overthink. They have a hard time concentrating on one thing and can quickly lose interest in a hobby. 

🟤Mercury opposition Saturn: They may have trouble being organized or planning. Depressive or pessimistic tendencies. A lot of intelligence but doubts about it. Friction with siblings or a somewhat cold/distant relationship with them, possibility of being the only child. They are very introverted and reserved people, they do not reveal much of themselves. They are of few words and only speak fluently with few. They are very honest and feel that they must always do the right thing. They judge themselves harshly and can push themselves to the point of mental exhaustion. Some may have dyslexia or stutter.

🟤Mercury opposition Uranus: These people have a natural tendency to focus on the future, although they do not like this. They are somewhat anxious and nervous. Intrusive thoughts are common, as is excessive worry about what will happen. These natives are very honest and can be tactless. There is a distance between them and their siblings, they may feel that they do not connect with them, and there are possibilities of being an only child. They are very intelligent people, they learn quickly but have a tendency to mistrust their own intellectual abilities. Some may talk to themselves. They feel misunderstood by people. 

🟤Mercury opposition Neptune: Forgetful and somewhat distracted people. Their words are often misunderstood or twisted by other people. Sensation of mistrust towards their siblings, cousins ​​or even neighbors. They focus more on possibilities than facts. Imaginative, creative and empathic mind. Great intuition but tend to doubt this. They daydream big, focus on the bigger picture, and have trouble concentrating on one thing. They do not have as much confidence in themselves and it is difficult for them to see their potential, they may feel that they are less intelligent than they are. Aptitude for psychology, esoteric sciences.

🟤Mercury opposition Pluto: Your mind is a blessing, but also your enemy at times. Great analytical skills, but they become demanding with themselves. They distrust many who surround them, even for the smallest thing. Powerful communicators, they make themselves heard. Intrusive thoughts. Tendency to treat themselves badly when they make a mistake. High level of cunning, cautious and planning, but with a tendency to worry a lot. They may have very intense experiences as young people, with their siblings or in their school life. Don’t forgive and do not forget easily, nor their past mistakes.

🟤Venus opposition Mars: They are fiery and passionate feelings. It is very likely that they will fall in love very quickly but just as quickly they will get bored with people. They can be somewhat jealous and attract even more jealous or intense partners. For them love has to be fun. They may notice people with a personality type distant from theirs [i.e. if they are introverts, they may be attracted to extroverts] but deep down they have many similarities. They are into the throng of enemies to lovers. They can attract dramatic romances. These natives can be very eye-catching for the opposite sex. 

🟤Venus opposition Jupiter: They are very sweet, kind and charming people, their kindness to others makes them attract envious people who think their personality is false. They are very loving people who are very generous to others. They can give themselves many luxuries or excesses, so procrastinating tendencies increase, since they prioritize enjoying their leisure time and can leave things for last. They have a lot of power of attraction, people are easily interested in them and they can attract very generous partners with them. They like the idea of ​​marriage and may find comfort daydreaming about it.

🟤Venus opposition Saturn: Problems of self-esteem or to accept themselves and their value as a person. Preference for older couples, either in age or maturity [or in general with an age difference]. Very loyal and constant people in love, it may be difficult for them to express themselves at the beginning but they will be very devoted. A rather natural beauty, elegant and refined. It may seem that they are not interested in love, deep down they crave for a steady relationship. People can put a lot of expectations on them, easily drained by interactions. Feeling of lacking peace and stability.

🟤Venus opposition Uranus: They are fascinated by what is out of the ordinary, what is unique and they have unique tastes both in their aesthetics and in their partners. They may find things attractive that are not in the beauty standards of their country por culture. They are quickly interested in people, but they lose interest somewhat quickly as well. They look for a friend in their partners. May attract friends who have some romantic interest in them or vice versa, but sometimes it isn’t reciprocated. Possibility of dating people very different from them, having long-distance relationships or meeting romances in unconventional situations.

🟤Venus opposition Neptune: Great artistic nature, very creative, dreamy and talented in the artistic field. Tendency to ignore the flaws of those they love, and may idealize potential partners. They may fall in love with people they can't have or people like artists, celebrities, or literary characters. Their self-esteem may be somewhat low and they may have trouble accepting their beauty. Their partners obsess over these people, but not as much as the natives over them. They are afraid that their partner will lie or cheat on them and that may stop them from opening up to them.

🟤Venus opposition Pluto: They are very intense people in love, for them it is ride or die, everything or nothing at all, and not just in love, but in everything that consist in their feelings. They are very appealing to other people but may dislike the way they look or have self-esteem issues. They have an enormous desire to feel desired by their partner and to be one with them. They can attract very intense relationships that change them, either for better or for worse, and can be difficult for their partners to forget. They are attracted to intense and mysterious partners. They believe in instant attraction.

🟤Mars opposition Jupiter: Strong temperament, they get impatient very quickly but it is difficult for them to get upset, since they usually joke with their anger. However when they get angry they become sharp and explosive. They can make judgments quickly, jump to conclusions quickly, and be very spontaneous. Lots of sex drive and sex appeal. They enjoy challenges, but more to be a challenge to others. Fun, outgoing and very charismatic. Need to stay physically active, very productive and energetic. They easily motivate other people. They are constantly on the defensive. They work very hard for what they want.

🟤Mars opposition Saturn: A lot of ambition and desire to go far. Pessimism or their fear of failure can stop them from daring to do what they are passionate about. Excess control of themselves. They hate to see themselves as reckless or very impulsive. Great work ethic, responsible and good leaders. Tendency to repress their impulses and anger so as not to lose their minds or have a cool head. Constant arguments or annoyances with the father or other figures of authority. Prone to headache and dizziness due to stress. They can be intimidating and very strong people to others. Rather being respected than loved.

🟤Mars opposition Uranus: They are very intense and energetic people, even being able to touch the nervous and hyperactive. They are the true rebels, they hate that others set rules for them or demand things, results or expectations from them. They neither set nor meet anyone's expectations. They like to do things their way. Preference to work on your own. Their frankness often hurts on many occasions. Tendency to attract argumentative or dramatic friendships. They are not afraid to argue with anyone, regardless of their rank or position. They are easily motivated and unmotivated.

🟤Mars opposition Neptune: These natives love to help people, they are very altruistic and actively seek to do a common good. They want to make their dreams a reality. They are very secretive about their plans and don't like to say out loud what they plan to do. They can attract enemies who are disguised as friendly people and friends. People can take advantage of their kindness, so they tend to be very attentive to the actions of others regarding them, they do not trust easily. They can be gossiping targets. They look for in sex, a very strong emotional and spiritual union.

🟤Mars opposition Pluto: They are people of very strong character, they do not make their annoyance very evident, they might not even talk about it. They can be somewhat vindictive if you hurt them or those they love. Sexual and passionate people, they are also very intense with their emotions, whether it is the deepest love, or the deepest hate. Attract envy more frequently. Very appealing and attractive to people. Strategic and talented as leaders, as they will never want to act immediately and impulsively. They usually attack the weak points of their enemies. Observant, cautious and not easily fooled.

🟤Jupiter opposition Saturn: The natives are wise, rational, fair and kind to people. Morality is superior to legality for some of them. They may have periods of either being very positive or very negative, but once they mature, they will become realistic. Admirable people who seem to be more mature and understanding than the rest. They can become highly recognized in their work and it is easy for them to earn the respect and admiration of people. They are afraid of seeing themselves as very boring but also as irresponsible, so they look for a middle ground. They can face hard experiences, but they will be rewarded.

🟤Jupiter opposition Uranus: They are very independent people and can be inspiring to many as their authenticity and aura are often very genuine. They may have many friends or admirers. They stand out for their intelligence, but they do not usually see themselves as such intelligent people, hence their need to continue learning. They learn better on their own. They are usually very inventive and ingenious in finding solutions or creating means in which to express themselves. They fight for their freedom and for the freedom of those who are marginalized. They can evade reality through the internet.

🟤Jupiter opposition Neptune: Great inclination and curiosity towards spirituality, they are empathetic people who love to help others to heal through this, or even through art. Constant existential questions, they question a lot their purpose on earth. They can sacrifice a lot of themselves for the ones they love the most, but many people can take advantage of that. Daydreaming as part of a daily basis. Very dreamy, some may brand them as unrealistic, naive or with an excess of faith. They are very creative people with a very vivid imagination and fascinating ideas. Lots of sensitivity.

🟤Jupiter opposition Pluto: They increase the chances of success, of having a lot of money or reaching a position of power. It is worth mentioning that they can spend a lot of money too. Great leaders who are very suspicious of people and their intentions. Difficulties with teachers, who may see them as arrogant or may argue with them to see who is right. Indomitable, they hate being imposed rules. A lot of convincing power towards the masses. When a cause or activity pleases them, they give themselves totally to it. Passionate and focused. Their confidence is envied and many can see them as arrogant for it.

🟤Saturn opposite Uranus: They will always seek their freedom and do things their way. They may have conflict or discussions with the father or authority figures because they will be very controlling of the native. They seek success by innovating and not being like other people. They can work on something that is seen as very complex by other people. They doubt their intellect at times. The natives may feel that it is more difficult for them than for the rest to carry out their plans or do what they want, they feel restricted in some way. Alternating between having an order or hating schedule everything.

🟤Saturn opposite Neptune: They feel confused and overwhelmed with reality on many occasions. They may have trouble believing that miracles exist or that people mean well. The father may be sick, very noble, addicted, unreliable, or distant from the native in some way. It may take some time for them to grow professionally, but they can go a long way. They can attract older people [bosses, colleagues or “friends”] who want to lower them from that pedestal. They easily attract compassion, as they are very kind and benevolent people. If they learn to be realistic they can make their dreams come true.

🟤Saturn opposite Pluto: They will have tense and complex experiences throughout their lives, whether it is some type of rejection or extreme experiences that will make them develop a lot of inner strength and that hard shell. They hate being weak in front of others and never allow themselves to be destroyed by others. They will always defend themselves and others who fight their same battles. May have a lot of power in life, in the same way, they can attract enemies or people who judge or treat them badly. However, there will always be a group of people to whom the native will seem admirable, strong and respectable.

-Elysian

[sickuma]

ORPHIC (2) — A Simon Riley fic.

❱ This is the last part of HIRAETH ! I don't want to drag it any longer than this. It's so much fun writing this and exploring more words to add to my vocab! Everyone's been nice (except when they give me their therapy bills) I love you guys srsly, You make writing so much more fun <3

I should have gotten this done HOURS ago, but I had to do stuff and just finished working out T-T but hey, writing block isn't killing me rn.

ꜝ？This fic may contain heavy topics such as death, depression and melt-downs, if any of those are not to your liking. Please do so exit the fic. Angst warning!

➴ SYNOPSIS — Ghost mourns of what's lost; reminiscing of the memories, apologizing, begging for you to hear his desperation for your presence as he sat Infront of your tombstone.

QUERENCIA — (n.) A place from which a one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self.

“Relationships in the military,”

He spoke, pausing to stare at your eyes. Searching for hesitance,

“They tend to be tragic.”

“But we’ll be together, no?”

“look , kid, it's not as easy as it sounds—”

“Do you feel the same way?”

You cut him off, not giving him the chance to speak. Catching ‘the’ simon ghost riley off guard, “Yes.” he breathes out.

“Then I don't see the problem, lieutenant, I love you, you love me. That's what barney said.”

He stares at the void, remembering yet again another memory he kept special in his heart. He wondered if you had not pursued him at that exact moment. Would he still feel the raw pain that plagued his heart now? Would it still hurt all the same?

If you hadn't stubbornly shown him how determined and real your love for him was, would he still be in this position, dreading every day that comes knowing the person he needs the most was taken from him.

throwing his gear onto the side. Making his way back to his quarters without giving anyone a second glance,

Ever since you've been gone, the base has been awfully tense. The rest understood his situation, trying their best to be there for him, all while attending to their own duties. The past few weeks had been the hardest, They could tell Ghost had been on edge.

He’d only speak to them if it's necessary, otherwise he’d be kept to himself. As if the past had repeated itself, there appeared a gap between his friends and him. He was mourning, and he plans to keep mourning,

If that means having you on his mind,

Then he’ll mourn forever.

“Ghost?”

Price’s eyes widened at the sight of Ghost, 

It’s the first month since you've passed away and the rest of the team planned to pay you a visit to show respect and also let you know how missed you are, not just by them, but also by Ghost who seemed to have shut his whole world out.

He saw how Ghost shown a tough facade when he would hear him call for her,

At night, when everyone slept, Ghost cried and wept for you to come back. Begging aimlessly for your return,

Begging endlessly to feel your arms around him again.

Price didn't expect him to be joining them. He hadn't been. The team visited your resting place a couple of times before, he’d invite him but he’ll make up reasons not to go. Price figured he still hasn't accepted that's where your body lays,

The ride to their destination felt almost eerie, the tension leading the hour long drive. Nobody dared to speak, not a single word.

Ghost’s mind resides elsewhere, watching the scenery they drove past. Chest heaving up and down as he struggles to fathom that he’d finally visit you, 

No—he was more occupied with thinking about how it’s only been a month.

It felt longer than that. It felt longer than his training days. He felt more exhausted, more agitated, and more angry. He resents every breathing thing he comes across to,

He knew it sounded cruel, but why do they deserve to live and you don't? You have been the kindest, and yet you were taken first. He couldn't understand,

As a soldier he’d lost multiple comrades, having to face funerals—visit the cemetery, and deal with death itself. Though yours felt unreal,

It felt as if his bones were crushed. He knew how pathetic it seemed, clinging onto someone who's never coming back, but he'd rather cling onto the past if it means having to hold you close to his heart forever, where you belonged.

、 

Everyone got out of the car,

Everyone but him.

Price sighed, not planning to pry. If his breath felt shallow just by being here, he could only imagine what Ghost felt at this moment, considering it was his first time to ever be here.

A few minutes passed, and the three sat quietly at first until soap had cracked a dad joke, lifting the atmosphere just a little bit. They spoke as if you were there, sitting with them, price would constantly glace at Ghost, who sat quietly in the car. He wondered what ran through his mind.

“We should give him his own time to talk to [name].” Price groaned as he stretched when he stood up, the two following closely behind him. “He needs this.”

Ghosts' eyes caught them approaching. He felt his stomach sink. He knew he planned to wait until they finished before he took his turn as he expected himself to break down and shed tears. He didn't want them to see that. And yet he still felt his heart beat faster when they came back,

Price threw him a small smile, a smile of empathy.

As if that's his cue, he jumped out of the car. Taking slow strides towards ‘your’ direction. He never thought he could ever despise a cemetery so much in his life,

The only thing he could think of was the way you laid down there, away from his grasp.

No matter how slow he walks, he soon finds himself in front of ‘you’, oh well—a stone that only proved to him that you're gone. “Have you been waiting?”

He couldn't believe it,

He was talking to a mere stone.

But he’ll take what he can get.

“Wake up.” he stared down with an expressionless face, “enough laziness, [name]. Get up from there.”

“You can have all of the shirts you want from me, you can pluck my eyebrows, do it, you can get a puppy. Anything you want just— just wake up.”

His voice betrayed him the more he spoke, 

The longer he looked at the stone, the way he kept reading the credentials written on it, the more it felt real. Every passing second is just another evidence of your disappearance,

“You always call me mean,”

He swallowed,

“Yet you're the one who left first.” his cold gaze softened, the more he looked at the ground. Under the ground where your body laid.

Where the body of his lover slept eternally.

“How do I find you now? Now that I'm stuck here?”

He recollects his promise, the promise to reunite in your next life. It all pierced through him. He’s a soldier, yet he finds himself worrying about the most ridiculous thing. What if you'd reincarnate before he passed?

What if you leave him behind again,

What if this time you find someone else to love?

What will he be then?

“Remember when you'd go on tangents about how fascinating reincarnation and universes are? I believe you now, okay? So— so wait for me.”

He sat down, quietly enjoying the breeze. He couldn't deny the pain of the piercing ache that developed in his chest. It never really went away. He would simply distract himself.

“I find it hard to sleep again, love.”

“The bed feels colder without you in it. Do i sound cheesy? Do not make fun of me. I want to be honest. Maybe doing that would lessen the overbearing hurt in my chest. It’s just—it’s only been a month since youre gone and im already a fucking mess. I mean, look at me,”

He chuckled,

“I look rough, dont i?” he sighed, “would you still find my eyes pretty even when i tire them out by crying?”

He looked away, observing the serenity of the cemetery. He wondered how many souls wandered around, and if yours were one, and if you stood close to him.

“I feel—just terrible. When I woke up, I thought I'd finally lose it, well I did. I caused price trouble, you'd have scolded me. I really did it this time, pushing everyone away as if you'd come back to tell me off. That's not ever happening, and that's what hurts the most.” 

He spoke slowly, yet he felt out of breath.

“It feels suffocating—you know? To live without you.”

“I don't know why I woke up, I wished I didn't. Maybe then I'd be with you.”

“It’s scary, [name], so scary.” he whispered, the rasp of his voice sounding more evident. “I have no certainty if we’ll see each other again; and I need nothing more than to hold—to feel you again. To hear your voice, to take in your scent. If I have to give everything up for that, I will.”

“Anything just to have you back to me.”

He stared at the words engraved on the tomb,

“but if i have to wait decades or centuries—i will—without hesitance, without a blink, i will. For you, I'll keep being patient.”

“That's how worthy you are [name]. So wait for me please, no matter how long it takes for me to find you again, please wait.”

He spoke lowly, but certainly, no matter where you are, he hoped you'd recognize him, hoping you’d recognize his eyes you loved so much,

“Even if it means i'll have to die again and again, i’ll keep searching for you until we’re back home until i can hear your voice call my name again.”

“Wait for me, [name].”

Hoping you’d recognize your Simon.

、 

Somewhere along the memories,

、 

Somewhere along the universe,

、 

Somewhere along life and death,

、 

Somewhere along—

、 

“Simon.”

“Pardon?” he looked at you, puzzled expression written all over his face. “Whatd you just say?”

“My simon.”

We're home.

[ragnarlothcat]

I know I’m a chronic overthinker but I’ve been in the same fandom for three years or so now and I was reflecting that writing seemed so much easier when I first started out. Just looking at my output since 2021 shows a clear trend: I’ve been writing much less and it’s been taking me way longer.

I figured that I’d gotten a little burned out and that three years is a long time to focus solely on the same two guys making out and that there’s a limit to the number of situations I can put them in before I start to get bored. But I don’t think that’s quite my problem because even now, a million years later, I have ideas for dozens of fics and AUs that would be interesting to explore or funny to write.

No, it’s that I’ve let the larger fandom overwhelm me and it’s left me constantly second-guessing my writing. And I don’t mean that I’ve gotten nasty comments or asks, because I haven’t! All the other fans have been consistently wonderful and fun people with really valuable insights. And it’s not that I’ve been obsessing over stats or comments or worrying about going against popular headcanons. I mean, I’m just as excited as anyone else to see an AO3 email in my inbox but I’m also perfectly happy posting niche fics for an audience of me and my three weirdest friends.

It’s more that after so long engaging with other fans and other fics and the general meta, I’ve ended up writing too self-consciously. I’ve read so many interpretations of canon events, analyses of characterization and comparisons between fiction and real-world politics over the years, and I’ve enjoyed them because I genuinely care about these stories and these characters! I like seeing what everyone else thinks and then considering their points of view, no matter how bewildering they might seem at first.

But now it feels like I’m writing almost defensively, like I have to justify every choice I’m making based on this enormous and contradictory body of information. Three years ago I’d have written a scene in a few thousand words and moved on to the next plot point with my momentum intact. Now I’m constantly wringing my hands over things like physical details (I guess he’s not exactly a redhead) or broader social implications (is this trope misogynistic?) or finicky logistics (these locations are too far apart for this scene to make sense) or controversial character nuance (does writing this guy as a kind, doting husband make me an abuse apologist???) and the result is that I’m paralyzed with indecision and a ridiculous need to support everything I write with a lot of context that isn’t especially fun to write or, I suspect, especially fun to read.

I’m aware that this problem is entirely in my own head and that no one has asked me for any of this. And it’s not that all those questions aren’t interesting and important things to contemplate. But I miss the days of sitting down at my laptop and going “wouldn’t it be funny if these dorks played a video game together?” and then writing exactly that.

I don’t know. Were my fics better three years ago? I kind of doubt it. I’ve looked back at some of them and if nothing else I now have a better grasp of what tense I’m supposed to be using. But I definitely had more fun writing those older stories, which maybe feels more important.

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Just Breathe: The Dinosaur Diaries - Sticky Situation ✨

Series Masterlist

A/N: This is my contribution to @undercoverpena April Showers Challenge! This was a really fun write, and I loved exploring an AU that is near and dear to my heart 💙 Please consider reblogging or leaving comments if you like this piece ☺️ I expanded and decided to do a little series, so be on the lookout for more parts to this 🥰

Series Summary: After going under the wings of doctor Miller, the hottest paleontologist you’ve ever seen, he takes you on a little adventure as his research assistant. You’ll get more than just knowledge and dinosaurs, you’ll also end up getting the sweet scientist who can’t seem to keep his hands off you.

Chapter Summary: You find yourself in the middle of a sticky situation in the pouring rain, not to mention a large T-Rex stalks the area you’re in. Joel steps in and saves the day, and he’s the best at calming you down.

Pairing: paleontologist! Joel x fem! reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Tags: Fluff, tension, dinosaurs au, Jurassic Park au, kissing, mentions of smut, paleontologist Joel, protective Joel, cute nicknames

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Your heart thunders in your chest, lightning crackling through your spine as you lean against the dented RV. Rain pours down like a raging monsoon, raindrops like glass cutting into your skin as you shutter in your drenched sweater. You have no breath, no words in your constricted throat as your eyes stay wide, sheer terror coursing through your veins.

“Don’t move,” Joel whispers as he slips his hand around your wrist, his calloused fingers burning through your skin as the heat of his touch makes you feel a little less like you’re on thin ice.

His movements are slow, steady, composed as he pushes his broad back into your chest, his large frame towering over you as he covers you from view. From the large, starving T-Rex that stands mere inches from your face.

You feel its breath, its slimy drool as it dips its massive head and sniffs for its prey. Which is you. You are the prey, and it’s your own damn fault for going outside when it was dark. You knew it wasn’t safe. You knew. Joel warned you. Why didn’t you just listen?

The dinosaur's leathery skin collides against yours, just barely skimming its scratchy body against the surface of your arm as it lifts its head and lets out the loudest roar you’ve ever heard in your life.

Joel squeezes your hand and presses a little closer as he turns his head carefully and whispers against the shell of your ear. “Stay calm. It’ll go away as long as you're silent. Focus for me, sweetheart. Breathe,” he whispers gently against your skin as you feel his plush lips graze against yours, his pine scent filling your senses as it automatically calms your panicked body.

“Joel,” you whisper out terrified, your mouth brushing against his jawline where his soft salt-and-pepper scruff sits, the area you so hungrily lapped against earlier as he had you pinned against the little wooden table in the vehicle, rutting deep inside you as he painted you shades of white between your sticky thighs.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you. Just stay put, sweetheart. Ain’t gonna let anything happen to you,” he says adamantly as his deep, gravelly voice soothes every aching bone in your body.

Your foot catches on the side of a slippery rock and you freeze as you see the ravenous dinosaur turn toward you as its sharp claws dig into the sinking mud that turns into a dirty swimming pool. You hold your breath and close your eyes, trying your best not to make a single sound as Joel takes a step back, crowding your body as you feel his heat encase you as the rain continues to pound against your shaking body.

You can practically hear his soothing voice graze through your mind. Don’t make any movements. Breathe. You’re gonna be just fine.

You feel the rumbling of the jagged rocks underneath and tense your body as you wait for its teeth to rip into your flesh as it swallows you whole. You sink against the side of the RV just waiting for that awful moment when suddenly, you hear a distant roar in the distance. You feel the T-Rex turn toward the noise as it stomps off into the direction of the roar, saving you from what you thought was your watery grave. You hear the distant crashing of green vines and towering trees that fill the jungle. And then it’s quiet, only the sounds of pelting rain hitting the muddy ground.

You keep your eyes closed tight, your fingers flexed as you concentrate on not falling completely apart where you stand. You feel Joel try to pull you out of your misery, but his voice is far away. That deep rumble in a fog as you pretend this didn’t happen, that you didn’t nearly get yourself killed, along with Joel.

“Hey, sweetheart, open your eyes,” he says softly against your ear as you try to fight him off, keeping your eyes closed until you know it’s safe.

Joel shakes you, stirs you from your anxious thoughts and calls your name adamantly as he cups your face and whispers words of affirmation. “You’re alright. C’mon now. Open those pretty eyes for me.”

You bite your lower lip and slowly peel your eyes open and then gasp at the vision that stands before you. Joel stands there in the pouring rain, deft fingers clinging to your jawline as he cups your face affectionately, soft honey eyes staring straight into yours as rain pelts against his tanned skin. Water slips down his hair, his tousled curls slicked back by the rain as his green flannel sits soaked to his broad shoulders, his biceps flexing as he focuses solely on you.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come out here so late. I knew better, and I…”

He cuts you off as he pushes you up against the cool metal of the RV, one hand lingering on your jawline as his other snakes around your hip. His lips crash against yours as you taste sugar and coffee, the perfect mix that sets your taste buds on fire as you drink him down hungrily.

You part your lips and allow him to slot his tongue in. He laps at the inside of your mouth, your tongues colliding together as you breathe in the smell of autumn leaves and rain water that drips off his lips onto yours.

The kiss is hungry, romantic as you slide your hands through his dripping wet curls, twisting your fingers around him so you can be that much closer to him. He lifts you up and wraps your legs around his torso as you pant into his mouth, his calloused fingers digging into your skin as it burns for him.

It’s like a dream, the pouring rain and muted sparks of lightning across the dark sky mixing together to make the heated kiss that much more romantic. You stay like that for minutes just getting lost in each other, lost in the flavor of him.

When you’re both completely out of breath, Joel sets you down on the ground and rests his forehead against yours as he chuckles lightly, his smile lighting up his honey eyes like Christmas lights that shine bright just for you.

“What’s so funny?” you ask as you push against his broad chest. “I nearly got us killed,” you groan as you sulk into the back of the RV.

Joel cups your chin and pulls your face up to his as he looks calmly at you with a soft smile playing on his lips. “Next time jus’ be a little more careful, sweetheart,” he murmurs as he dips down and places a gentle kiss on your cheek.

Before you can ask why he isn’t mad, he bends down and picks something up against the rocks that sit at your feet. “Besides, I wouldn’t have found this if it wasn’t for you,” he grins as he holds up a broken, sharp black claw that clearly came from the T-Rex.

Your eyes go wide as you trace the edge of the claw. “Is this…”

“Yeah, it sure is,” he beams as he slides his thumb over the sharp curve of the claw. “Came right from that Tyrannosaurus rex. Now I have physical proof. Exactly what I needed to collect to do some data research and some tests in the lab.”

His eyes light up like sparkling fireworks as he places the specimen in the pocket of his denim jeans. He hooks his arms around the back of your waist and brings you closer to his chest as he grazes his lips over the sheen of your rain covered lips.

You grip his damp flannel shirt and smile up at him as you brush your nose over his. “My smart paleontologist finally gets his real life dinosaur experience, yeah?” you hum as he brushes his wet lips over yours.

“Mhm, this smart scientist wants to go make love to his gorgeous assistant in the RV. Maybe take a warm shower first, make some hot coffee, maybe sit you on my lap so I can kiss you again and again and again.” He grabs a hold of your hair and presses his plush lips against yours once more as you fall into his arms, completely and utterly hooked on him. The man you fell head over heels for that first day in the lab.

When you pull your lips from his, he takes your hand and squeezes as he drags you back inside. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s get you back inside where it’s warm. Wanna go make love to my girl.”

Tags 💙 @keylimebeag @sawymredfox @amyispxnk @princesatracionera @mountainsandmayhem @lotusbxtch @littlevenicebitch69 @syd-djarin

[13keithxpidge13]

Hey! I saw your post asking for aob miles/hobie/gwen/pav asks and I love exploring the possibilities of an aob world outside of smut (though the smut is also fun). Loved your post about scenting! What do you think of this: it's post a particularly rough mission, they're all tired and bruised up, and someone (I'd love it if it was Miles) slips into a slight feral state of mind where they lose speech and they're acting on their instincts without thinking about it. Their friends don't notice it until they start trying to herd everyone someplace safe, but when they do notice they decide to just go along with it. And then they nest together. I love nesting and I think it would be cute. Bonus points for, if it's Miles, this incident is what makes him realize that his teammates have become pack to him.

Just an idea! Love you 😘

OKAY THIS IDEA IS SO GOOD BUT I'M GONNA SWITCH IT UP!

It's a rough, awful mission yeah and Miles is badly injured. His friends rush everywhere to try and find him and finally find him behind some rubble next to a destroyed building. Gwen goes to reach for him but Hobie snatches her back and holds her securely against his side.

"Hobie!" She gasps out. "What are you doing?! Miles is hurt-!"

"Look," He whispers, tense and unsure and Gwen blinks before turning back to Miles who is curled in on himself and breathing heavily but, something's in his arms...

A babe. A pup. An infant that can't be more than a few months old and Miles is protecting her.

"He's feral, right now," Hobie tells her. "If ya' try and get anywhere /near/ him, he'll fuck ya' up, Gwendy. He can't tell who's who and will attack anyone that tries to get near his pup, that's his mindset right now."

"Alphas will only set him off," Pav says, scared and nervous for their packmate. "What should we do? Call Miguel? Get Jess over here? She's a female alpha, maybe that'll calm him down more than a male alpha."

Hobie sighs and shakes his head. "Nah," He replies. "Callin' Miguel will only make things worse 'cause he'll get all fuckin' dramatic and try to rush down here to get to Miles. Ya' know how they are now, Miles is practically his pup in Miguel's eyes. Jess and Miles ain't close enough to form some kind of bond and ain't Peter out on 'notha mission right now?"

Gwen sighs. "...so what do we do?"

Hobie turns to Miles who is /glaring/ at them as his mask has fallen and he's breathing heavily, his scent sour and gross as the babe in his arms cries and wails.

His scent screams /don't you dare come the fuck over here, I'll fuck you up, motherfucker/.

But, they've gotta get the situation handled. Now.

"Stand back," Hobie says as he sets his guitar in Gwen's hands. "I gots an idea."

Then, he crouches down, attempting to make himself smaller and sweetens his scent so Miles knows he's not a threat. Pav and Gwen take multiple steps back, letting Hobie do his thing and they watch as he crawls ever so slightly closer to the feral Omega.

"Omega," Hobie whispers, inner alpha coming out to rumble softly. "Sweet thang', lemme get closer to ya', yeah?"

Miles growls and tenses up further.

Hobie coos and rumbles. "Omega," He tries again and gets even closer. "Not gon' hurt ya'...pretty pup ya' got there, yeah? Takin' such good care of her. Such a good momma, ain't ya'?"

Miles breathes heavily and then contemplates for a few moments before nodding.

Hobie hums. "Yeah...but, yer hurt, baby. Gotta get ya' and the babe checked out, hm? Don't wantcha gettin' infected, okay? So, can ya' trust me and come with us, hun?"

After another fifteen minutes of coercion, miles finally let's the alpha into his personal space and Hobie immediately begins to scent his neck, trying to see if it can get Miles back online with them. It does the trick because moments later, he's blinking and his eyes come back to full awareness.

"...Hobie?" He croaks, voice rough from all the growling he had done. "What...what happened?"

"Just got a lil' territorial on us, is all," Hobie tells him softly and Miles glances down at the baby girl in his arms and twitches.

"A-ah," His cheeks darken in embarrassment. "I'm sorry."

"Nothin' ya' got ta' apologize for, babydoll," Hobie tells him as Gwen and Pav rush over to comfort their packmate and Miles accepts all their kisses and scenting with a wet smile.

"Just glad yer safe."

[yelspyder]

hello! love your blog and would like to ask gwen x fem reader where they have been dating for a while and this is the first time the reader will meet gwen's father and she is nervous but in the end everything works out? ty!

˚‧⁺.-"When it comes to meeting your partner’s parents, preparation is key"

↳ characters: Gwen Stacy

↳ summary: where Gwen invites you to meet her father

↳ Fem! Reader

↳ notes: I wasn't sure if you preferred gwen or the reader to be nervous here, so I decided to do gwen because I thought it would be more fun (not to mention that she would look absolutely cute in this scenario?!?). I ended up not exploring the fact that the reader is fem, I hope you don't mind. anyway, thanks for asking and hope you like it.

To say Gwen was nervous was an understatement. What if her father thought you were bad for her? What if he doesn't like you? What if he forbade her to see you? What if he somehow ended up arresting you? And if-

"Gwen, honey, are you all right? Your palms are sweaty and you can't stop tapping your foot. Do you need anything?" You questioned while arching an eyebrow in concern.

She swallowed hard as she gave a nervous laugh. "N-No, it's nothing. It's absolutely fine." Gwen was clearly lying, but you decided not to pursue the matter. The atmosphere was growing more and more tense, the air seeming thicker and harder for Gwen to breathe. She felt that urge to chicken out and make some excuse that she wasn't feeling well to avoid the situation, but it was too late when the beep sounded and the elevator doors opened.

You then broke into a happy smile and asked excitedly. "So, honey, what's your apartment? Come on, guide me."

"This way." It was a quick walk, Gwen gave your hand a light squeeze and led you down the hall to a numbered door with a small welcome mat in front of it. "Is here."

She took a step forward and reached out, hovering her hand over the door. With some hesitation, Gwen knocked on the door a few times and walked back. While the blonde fussed with nervousness, you just whistled happily as you looked around. She wondered how you were so calm in this situation, having to meet your girlfriend's father and a police captain to boot. You were supposed to be super nervous and Gwen was supposed to be calming you down here, not the other way around, but here you were.

Without much time to get lost in daydreams, the door soon opened revealing the police captain. He gave a strained smile, clearly nervous too. Gwen then cleared her throat and introduced you to each other, a slight reluctance in her voice.

You smiled broadly and then held out your hand to shake. "Mister Stacy, how are you? Nice to meet you, Gwen talks a lot about you!" You gave little jumps of excitement as you waited for his answer.

George was clearly unprepared for all your quirky happiness, hoping you'd be scared or nervous to meet him, after all, it's every teenager's nightmare. He shook her hand as he introduced himself. "Um... well, I'm fine"

A few seconds of uncomfortable silence pass, until George sa moves to the side of the door to clear the passage into the small apartment. "Well, come on in. Dinner is ready."

You two entered the apartment. You gave Gwen's hand a reassuring squeeze as she led you through the apartment and into the dining room. Smiling at the brief smell of freshly cooked food, you sat down in a chair as George placed a platter of food in the center of the table.

And dinner was spent with you having a friendly conversation with Gwen's father, while Gwen herself stared at you across the table, lost in your smile. George was tempted to have that conversation with you, but the way his daughter looked at you was unique. He knew he couldn't let her down, so, he made a point of trying to keep the conversation going while he ate.

Not knowing how to carry on a good conversation with you, he was forced to tell you some of Gwen's childhood stories. The poor girl just slumped in her chair while hiding her face in embarrassment. Occasionally, she gave George a few minor warnings, which unfortunately for Gwen, were ignored.

George was taken aback when you insisted on doing the dishes as a thank you for dinner, but then he pulled himself together and started talking about how Gwen was lazy at home and didn't do the dishes, to her embarrassment.

At the end of the night, the three of you were at the door of your apartment as you said goodbye. You parted with a smile and a brief hug for each one, while the policeman smiled, a less tense one this time, and Gwen laughed happily that her previous assumptions were wrong.

Later that night, George teased Gwen about how helpful you were and that you wanted to trade the two of them. Gwen smiled in response, knowing it was his way of saying she approved of your relationship.

[cringefail-clown]

at last, where doing it man where MAKING THIS HAPPEN

cringes jakehal fic rec list

just so were clear: some of the fics are unfinished, and havent been updated in a while. leaving a comment to let the author know that youre reading and youre enjoying it is fine, but dont be a bag of dicks and harass them over when the new chapter will be up. have some decency or else ill be inside your walls.

Heart by fawn_writes || rated T || 1/1 || 663 words - man its so good. short and sweet. jake comes by to witness the construction of hals new body while also reminiscing about the times he fought brobot and his untimely demise. a good sparkling of body worship. "Everything will be normal. They’ll manage to keep it normal. After all, Jake has enough of his own heart to share." - fuck, that lines so effervescent.

What he needs by fawn_writes || rated M || 1/1 || 1259 words - another banger from the same author. they be doing the horizontal tango, but nothings too graphic. healthy serving of body worship from jakes perspective, as well as his internal struggle with his apparent robotic attraction.

Dead Weight by squirtgunplay || rated M || 5/9 || 27337 words - oh that fic. oh my god. love me some zombie apocalypse au with existential horror sprinkled on top. hal and dirk are twins but with a twist in this one. theres mystery. theres injuries that make you incapable of moving around. theres ship of theseus discussion. its nourishing. its beautiful. jake and hals banter in this one is fucking amazing, and the author captures their characters so well. the relationship between hal and dirk is also very fucking good and heartwrenching and just ugh. stellar writing, the forth wall break made me laugh out loud, hal gets called a security camera (derogatory). theres graphic depictions of violence, so beware of the tags.

Tennessee Whiskey & You by MistLaFey || rated T || 5/? || 12217 words - major character death and graphic depictions of violence tagged, so beware and read the tags. no-sburb au. dirk fucking dies (its in the fic description so i dont feel like its a spoiler). beautiful exploration of grief, unhealthy coping mechanisms and trying to get back into the normal life when theres a big part of it suddenly missing. hal and dirk are twins. jake is not doing well. hal is also not doing well, but pretending he is. its heartbreaking and some scenes made my chest hurt. very good fic and i dont understand why it doesnt get more love. it deserves it. go read it, even just for the funeral scene, i got teary-eyed over it.

seconds by squirtgunplay || rated E || 2/2 || 18698 words - graphic depictions of violence and its no joke, presidential alert the girls are fightinnn!! but its also so funny and the authors so funny and its also really hot! no sburb au, hals a human and dirks twin. he gets kidnapped by a craigslist hitman jake who mistakes him for dirk. the banter is top game in this one. hal cant keep his mouth shut even in life or death situation. jakes a dork, but hes a deadly dork, and also cant keep his mouth shut about his personal problems. theres fistfighting and knifethrowing and hal gets a weapon put to his head at least twice and he thinks its pretty damn hot. theres banging in second chapter. what more can i say to sell you on this one. the characters are on point, the action is tense but its also written in a cheeky, fun way, smut is good, a npc gets unsubscribed from life. amazing fic, 10/10, will read it again.

I Think Therefore I AR by Taxi_Boy || rated T || 25/? || 30417 words - im saving the best for last. major character death. hal has to start the game and get his friends into the medium while dirk is missing, while also pretending to be dirk as to not raise their suspicions. im not going to say anymore about the plot, you just have to go and read the fic. genuinely my favourite jakehal - and homestuck in general - fic of all time. i love caliborn in this one. i cant wait to see what the author has cooked up for us in the future. its plainly genious.

these are only ao3 fics as i have no clue how tf you search other fanfic sites for a specific ship, but if you have any other recommendations feel free to add them onto this post! we all need some good jakehal fic recs in these trying times!

[madangel19]

A Sticky Situation

So, @skywarpie showed me this image

And I had to write a silly little fic about this. Thank you so much for the inspiration, ghestie!!!

Warnings: Stripping, foreplay, spice, but nothing too spicy

Word Count: 1095

Soft giggles filled the air as Evaline gazed up at her beloved Copia. It was such a wonderful romantic night. Copia had surprised her with a beautiful candlelit lit dinner that was specially made by him. The dinner was absolutely delectable and filled to the brim with an exchange of teasing comments. After the dinner, they had returned to Copia’s quarters where they quickly ended up in his bed with half their clothes strewn about the room.

The older man hummed against her neck, his hands exploring her body until they pushed her skirt up. Evaline giggled when his growing stubble tickled her skin, something she had missed when he shaved it away after becoming Papa. 

“Mm, I can’t hold back any longer, cara mia,” Copia murmured against her neck while grinding against her. His pants were tight from his erection, eager to be freed. 

“Give it to me, Papa,” Evaline purred.

“Mmm, as you wish, but first…some protection,” Copia chuckled, glancing over at the pack of condoms on the nightstand. He paused for a moment before his features lit up with a playful expression as he sat up and rummaged around in his pocket.

“I want to show you something cool, Evaline,” he said, taking his closed fist out of his pocket after a few moments. 

Curious, Evaline sat up to see what he had. He held out his fist and opened it to reveal one of his sticky hand toys. She had seen some of the younger siblings of sin using those recently.

“I’m going to snatch a rubber with one of these. It’ll be super impressive,” Copia chimed, stretching the toy and winking at her playfully. Evaline raised a brow, her smile growing at the pleasant surprise. This was going to be fun to watch.

“Hiyah!” Copia exclaimed as he whipped the toy around in the direction of the nightstand. It hit the wall instead with a sad splat. The man chuckled nervously as he gave the toy a yank and the hand returned to him.

“Eh…that was just a test throw. I haven’t had the practice today. I’ll get it now. Guarda questo. Watch this, cara mia,” he said, giving the toy another stretch.

“Take your time, Big Papa,” Evaline cooed, pulling up her skirt and removing her panties, tossing them to the side. 

Copia gazed at her hungrily before grunting as he whipped the toy around once again. It flew back and caught her panties and they flew right back at him, hitting him in the chest and making him cry out in surprise. Evaline burst into a fit of laughter at the sight.

“Ah! Your panties…They…eh…They attacked me,” Copia said, his cheeks and ears turning red as he held up the panties and pulled the toy off. 

“Oh, they sure did, Papa. Keep going. I’m sure you’ll catch them this time…or maybe you’ll catch me,” Evaline replied, smirking as she unhooked her bra, letting her tits loose. Hopefully he wouldn’t grab her bra with the toy, but it would still be hilarious if it did happen.

“I…I got this, mi amore,” Copia replied, stretching the toy while staring right at her tits. He then turned toward the nightstand and flung the toy in its direction. 

It hit the lamp, pushing it off the nightstand with a dull thud.

“Ah shit. I meant to do that. We didn’t need that lamp on anyway. The candles are enough,” Copia chuckled nervously while checking to see if there was any damage. 

“Practice makes perfect, Copia. You can do this,” Evaline replied, making quick work of taking her skirt off. The more he missed, the more she would strip, but she was quickly losing clothes.

Copia flung the toy again and hit the wall and he grunted in annoyance. Evaline would have just told him to grab the condoms, but she didn’t want to hurt his ego. He was trying so hard and he was going to get it right sooner or later.

Evaline moved behind him, wrapping her arms around his chest in a loving embrace. He was so tense, but as soon as her arms were around him, he relaxed with a sigh.

“You got this, my love,” she whispered in his ear before pecking him on the cheek. 

Copia took a deep breath and flung the toy at the condoms, but as soon as the toy was flying, one of his rats crawled onto the nightstand. The toy hit the rat and it went flying with a panicked squeak in Copia’s direction.

“Rigatoni!” Copia exclaimed, catching the rat midair. 

The rat squeaked at him nonstop as Copia rambled on in Italian while checking her for injuries. Evaline held back the urge to laugh again. Other people would be annoyed at having to wait so long, but this was just so amusing and made her beloved all the more wonderful. 

“You’re supposed to be in bed with your friends, il mio piccolo amico. Your Papa needs some special alone time with your mama. No roaming around, naughty,” Copia gently scolded.

“You gonna get her back in the cage with that, love?” Evaline asked.

“Absolutely not. I’ll take her,” Copia said while getting up from the bed and taking Rigatoni back to the cage where the other rats chittered excitedly at him. He shushed them before tossing a blanket on top of the cage.

“Andate a dormire, miei cari. We will see you in the morning,” Copia sighed, turning back to the bed, looking exhausted as his gaze fell on the nightstand.

“Try again, love,” Evaline said.

“I’ll just miss again,” Copia replied, defeated.

“Just one more time, Papa. Even if you don’t get it, it’ll be okay and I’ll still ride you until you see stars,” Evaline said, a playful smirk on her lips.

He took another deep breath, puffing out his chest as he gave the toy another stretch. He flung it around and the toy flew fast, hissing like a demon. It flew at the nightstand and it hit the packet of condoms.

“I did it-” Copia was stopped short when the condoms hit him square in the face.

Copia fell on his ass, the condoms falling into his outstretched hands. Evaline was by his side in his instant, holding him protectively despite wanting to burst into laughter. 

“Oh, Copia. You did it!” She chimed, covering his face with kisses. Copia giggled like a drunken idiot, holding up the condoms proudly.

“I did it,” he repeated before letting out a heroic laugh, pulling Evaline close into a victorious kiss.

[tossawary]

As I post about rereading SVSSS for lore and characterization, and about sometimes ignoring canonical details for the sake of whatever story I want to tell / explore in fanfiction for fun, I want to make it clear that I don't make these changes because I think it makes a "better story" or that I can write a "better story". I don't even like using the term "fix-it" for my canon divergence AUs that avert some in-universe tragedy, even if it is the "correct" fandom term in some cases, because I don't think that SVSSS is a story that needs to be "fixed".

(Honestly, a lot of my minor alterations to canon's details are because I can't remember what exactly canon is and can't always be bothered to hunt for one sentence (which I may or may not remember existing at all) across multiple volumes, especially when I don't always think strict faithfulness to canon is that crucial to the main concept of what I'm doing. I wrote PINTWILF and several other fics before the official English translations were fully released, when checking minor details was an even greater pain in the ass. Sometimes, I'm cooking without the recipe in front of me because I just want to eat.)

Like, I have criticisms of SVSSS, definitely. When I first started writing SVSSS fic, I was more frank about this (fond but less fond of the characters and world than I am now), and I've talked about things I wished the story expanded on more. I think it has flaws. I know those flaws are a dealbreaker for many people. But it's not my story. I can't tell MXTX's story better, because I believe that every author's story belongs to them and only they know what they're trying to achieve, even when I may personally think that the story might have been stronger if it had done something differently or I'm ignoring some minor detail specifically because I don't really like it.

It's awkward, sometimes, occasionally being told by someone that they enjoyed my fic more than the original story. It's very flattering (I can't pretend I don't have an ego) and I don't think anyone means any harm by this, people enjoy stories or don't for many different reasons (enjoyment is not necessarily an indication of quality and I think engaging with fandom can often be more fun than just reading a story on its own by yourself), but it is a little awkward, especially when SVSSS is not an English / western story. I have an advantage appealing to western readers. Reading a translation of the original story, I know there are details of SVSSS going over my heard, references I'm missing, nuances I don't recognize, even as I endeavor to keep learning. I personally enjoy some of my fics more than SVSSS itself because I associate them with good experiences and a lot of them appeal to me personally in some way or another (all of my favorite tropes! we all have favorite tropes!), but they are built on the back of someone else's original work on the other side of the world, and I want to be respectful of that.

I don't want to compete or fix. I'm not trying to compete or fix, I think I would fuck it up if anyone seriously set that task on me, and I don't think that's a good way to view anything. I want to explore and appreciate. I'll type up a lengthy post at some point as to why I'm generally not interested in concrit on my fics (honestly, mostly it's because I'm not interested in being told that a reader hates the present tense and wishes I would rewrite the entire story, which has happened to me before), but I hope that doesn't come off as disinterest in the original story or its cultural context, or as me thinking even a little bit that any of my stories are flawless and/or better than the original.

I want to make a "why would you put two bad bitches (compliment) against each other like this?" joke here, but I also want to be clear: I think MXTX is by far the badder bitch (compliment) in this situation.

(Turning off reblogs, btw, because this post skews more on the personal side.)

[biancadjarin]

🖇Office Romance🖇👔

Jim Halpert x female reader (y/n only used a couple times)

18+!!! Warnings- cursing, unprotected p in v, sex in public

Notes- more Eddie content coming soon I promise but idk I just started rewatching the office again and my Jim crush came flooding back to me. This is a situation where obviously Jim and Pam aren’t together, because I’d never get in between #jam 🥰

You push the door to the kitchen and walk through, going to the second door and into the annex. Passing Toby who’s on the phone with an emotional Kelly, you head to the supply closet. As you slip inside, you see your office crush Jim scanning the shelves, hands lifting tiny boxes of paper clips looking for the ones he wants.

“Hey.” He smiles lightly at you, “I’m not hiding from Michael in here. Ok fine, actually I am, don’t tell on me.” you giggle at his little joke.

“Your secret’s safe with me. What are you looking for?” you ask sweetly, walking closer to him. “I like those medium paper clips. And all we have left is the tiny ones and the huge ones.” He sighs, shouldering slumping dramatically. “But maybe if I look hard enough, some will appear.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“You need something?” He eyes you up and down curiously. “Post-its.” You say, stomach filling with butterflies under his gaze. “But I can grab them.”

You stand in front of the shelf, shoulder lightly touching his side, tall frame towering over you. Being this close to him, he smells like evergreen bar soap and the faint hint of chocolate, probably from the hershey kisses he’s been eating at his desk all morning.

Intoxicated by his proximity to you, you turn your chin to look up at him, your hands feeling around on the shelf aimlessly, mind distracted. His chestnut hair flipping up slightly over his ears, his big green eyes scanning the office supplies. You’re lost in a daydream staring at him. His cheeks ignite into a bloom of pink as he feels your eyes on him.

You’ve been a temp at Dunder-Mifflin for a couple months and in that time, you’ve gotten to know Jim pretty well. You two talk all the time, have lunch together, sit next to each other in the conference room meetings. Sparks ignited every time his knee would brush against your thigh or his hand would grasp yours when he would laugh particularly hard at something stupid Dwight would say. Jim has his own way of flirting but he’s too nice to ever try anything with you. He stares at you from across the office when he thinks you’re not looking, he makes excuses to come over to your desk twenty times a day. But you’re not satisfied with the light flirting. You want more of him.

You decide to be bold and make a move. Risky but if it doesn’t work out, you won’t be at this company much longer anyway. You move your body to stand behind Jim’s, hands leaving the shelf and moving to curl around his middle. His body tenses under you at first, softening as your hands trace up and down the sides of his thin button up. You hear a soft sigh as he turns to face you, your neck bending back to meet his eyes.

His hands come up to cradle your face, eyes softening, “y/n, are you trying to distract me?” he jokes, his voice low and gravelly. He doesn’t seem surprised or caught off guard, more relieved that one of you is finally doing something about this mutual crush. He slowly leans in, eyes fluttering closed as his lips hover close to yours. Your face is serious, eyes staring at his blissful face, pupils blown large. You want to kiss Jim, just not yet. You want to have a little naughty fun first. “Turn back around Jim.” you tell him. His eyes widen at you, face paused only inches from your face. He does as he’s told and turns his back to you.

Your hands resume their exploring, dipping low to tickle over his belt buckle. His breath hitches as you run your fingers over the zipper of his pants, going a bit lower on either side to find his member. “Mmph.” He groans as one of your hands comes into contact with it, sitting against his thigh and already partially hard. His hands grasp the edge of the shelf to steady himself, head falling forward.

Your hands continue to rub him through his pants, pressing your palm lightly into it as you go down, curling your fingers around the outline of it as you pull back up. His breathing is fast and shallow. A small “fuck” spills from his lips and you smile against his back devilishly.

Suddenly he grabs your hands to stop you. Your stomach drops, worried you’ve crossed a line. He turns around to see your worried face, bottom lip being nibbled by your top teeth. He smirks, “You keep doing that, m’gonna cum way too fast.” You release your lip, mouth hanging open at his words. “I knew you were a bad girl.” He says, body pushing closer to yours. The tent in his pants pushing into your hip as the soft flesh of his lips graze the shell of your earlobe, “Go lock the door.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and went and pushed the little metal knob into the handle. Your mind races and is blank at the same time as you walk back to Jim. His eyes are locked onto yours as he undoes his belt and pulls down his zipper, his pants falling to the ground and pooling around his ankles.

You stand in front of him again, hands raising to unbutton his shirt. Before you can undo the top button his hands are grasping behind your thighs, squeezing and hoisting you up to sit on an extra desk that sits in the room. You let out a squeak at the sudden movement, making him giggle at your cuteness.

“So fuckin’ hot.” He says as his hands squeeze at your waist, running down to your hips. He begins to pull at the fabric, pulling the bottom of your pencil skirt up, up, up until it’s bunched up around your waist. Your lacy black thong and matching black stockings sandwiching the plush, pale skin of your thighs. His fingers settle on the smooth skin there, gripping tightly.

You lean in and attack his mouth in a greedy kiss, his big nose tickling your cheek as you move your head around, kissing him deeply. Your tongues intertwine and smooth over each other’s passionately. His kiss is better than you’ve imagined, which you’ve done a thousand times in the past while you’d stare at his mouth. Your heels fall off your dangling feet as your curl your ankles around his legs, pushing his boner closer to your core.

You unbutton his shirt buttons starting at the bottom, pushing it back and off his shoulders as you undo the last one. He’s pale and scrawny underneath, not surprising, but what is surprising is how toned he actually is. His arms are large and strong, his stomach soft but defined at the same time. A light patch of soft hair leading from his belly button to down beneath his boxers. You let your hands wander over his chest, grabbing handfuls of his pecs and pinching his nipples playfully. He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth at the feeling, leaning back for a second to switch to the other side of your neck.

“Been thinking about fucking you since you started here baby.” He says between kisses. “Always look so good. So sweet to me.” He smiles against your skin. “Never thought someone as beautiful as you would want me.” Your eyebrows pull together in confusion, how could Jim not know how cute he is? You don’t say anything through, thinking it’s better to keep these guys humble.

“Fuck me then daddy.” You say whiney and soft. He looks at you with eyes as big as saucers, frozen for a second. “Call me that again.” His hand is squeezing his cock, hardening even more at your little nickname for him. “Pull my panties off and fuck me hard daddy. I need to feel you. Now.”

He nods his head as his hands come up to your hips, pulling the thin black fabric down your thighs, past your calves, over your ankles and off of your feet. He places them delicately on the desk next to you, fingers patting them gently. “Let me keep those when we’re done?” He asks shyly. You giggle and nod, pulling his neck towards you again to kiss his lips.

His hands begin to pull down his boxers, you pull up your top over your head, blinded for a second by the fabric. When you can see again, you’re met by his large member standing at attention, thick vein running up the underside and wrapping around towards the head. His mushroom cap tip is the same warm pink shade of his lips, maybe pinker. The slit in the top is shiny with precum, some already starting to dribble out in little pearls.

“Wow.” You whisper out. He pulls your thighs toward him, angling your hips and lining up with your entrance, tickling your dripping folds with the head of his cock teasingly. “Start slow ok?” You ask him softly, worried about fitting all of him. “Course.” He smiles at you. His eyes watch where you two are connected, all his focus directed on opening you up slowly. You feel the stretch starting as the tip of his head breaches your entrance, stopping at the ridge that separates it from the shaft. Jim’s mouth hangs open as his warm breath comes out in soft pants. His eyes squeeze shut as he pulls the head out, to push it back in only that far and pull it back out again. He does this a few times, inching in his cock a little more every time he enters.

You moan at the feeling of slowly being filled up by him. Your hands come up to grasp your breasts through your bra, the meaty flesh of them spilling over the cups. Jim’s mouth attaches to one of them, suckling at the skin harshly enough to leave a Jim shaped bruise behind.

He groans out a pained sound as he finally bottoms out in your tight hole, his heavy balls sitting against your ass. “You ok baby?” He checks on you. “Mhm. Faster now daddy.” He bites his bottom lip and groans again as he pulls halfway out and pushes back in faster, harsher. Your ankles cross behind him, under his buttcheeks as his hands hold your thighs tightly to keep you steady. “So-so tight baby. You like how daddy’s cock feels? Huh?” Jim asks through gritted teeth. You smile at his growing confidence before letting your head lull back and eyes close. “Yes daddy, your big cock feels so good. Can barely fit it all.”

Jim’s body leans over yours, your chests meeting each other’s. He sets a rough pace, quickly pistoning into your pussy like a man starved. The wet squelch sounds of him abusing your hole and Jim’s short clipped breaths fill your ears as you let a high pitched moan escape from deep in your throat. The head of his cock is so deep inside you, hitting that spot that your fingers can never reach. One of his hands comes up between you, finding your puffy clit with his fingertips, pressing and circling it softly but fast. “Oh my g- daddy that feels so good don’t stop!” You say louder than you probably should.

He has a thin sheen of sweat on his body, chest shimmering with droplets, hair sticking to his forehead. His hand pauses his movements on your sensitive button to reach up and pull at your bra straps, moving them down your arms until your breasts spring free. Your nipples hard and pointing at him, his hands grasp them roughly, feeling the pebbled bud under his palm.

“I love how your tits bounce baby, look at them.” He says, out of breath. Your eyes are closed, feeling your orgasm creeping up on you, thighs shaking and walls of your pussy fluttering as you feel the muscles deep within you constrict. He sucks in another breath, “fuck baby, you’re getting even tighter.” You grab his hand and return it to your clit, “Need you here again.” you demand. “Yes ma’am.” He says, enjoying being bossed around.

He rubs your clit again, fast and sloppy, his fingers slipping on and off of it because of all the slick covering your entrance. His other hand is holding the back of your neck, forcing your eyes to meet his, foreheads resting against each other’s. His movements are getting sloppier, stuttering as he goes in and pulls out. His pink cheeks are red with effort, chest turning pink too. “Mmm’gonna cum soon daddy!” He smiles, nodding in agreement.

You hear the door handle rustling. You both look over at it but don’t slow down, too close to stop now. “Keep going.” you whisper “please daddy.” He does, wrapping his big hands on the soft sides of your lower back, fingertips resting on your dimples. He holds you firm and still, fucking into you relentlessly. You feel the tight pull inside you pulling further and further, every molecule buzzing with the sensation that’s building. Jim falls into your shoulder, mouth sucking at your neck as his quiet moans and pants get higher pitched. “Jim! Are you in there?” You hear Dwight’s voice call.

“Fucking ass-mhpm” he groans. “M’gonna cum beautiful, and I don’t think I can pull out, can I come inside? Please?” “Yes daddy, fill me deep with your cum.” You say as you reach the peak of your pleasure, orgasm hitting you and making your vision blur and mind get hazy. You feel Jim collapse into you, moan getting lost in your hair as he tries to stay quiet. Jim’s cock twitches as he empties his load deep inside of you. The door handle jiggles a few more times, “I’m going to get my emergency keys!” Dwight threatens. You meet each other’s eyes, panicked, Jim kissing your lips quickly before pulling out of you and bending down to pull up his boxers and pants, throwing his shirt on while you get redressed also. Thankfully, most of your clothes were just pushed up and out of the way, never really taken off. You slip back into your heels, both of you smiling at each other and giggling as you smooth your disheveled hair and run your fingers over any wrinkles in your clothes.

“Fuck.” Jim exhales a big sigh, “That was incredible. Thank you.” He says as he starts to head to the door, “I’m gonna kill Dwight.” He slips out to go find him. You give him a 2 minute head start, grabbing the post-its that you originally came in for off the shelf. As you’re about to leave, something catches your eye. Your lacy panties are still sitting on the desk. You grab them, stuffing them in the pocket of your skirt.

When you go back to your desk, you pass Jim and Dwight arguing. “Well why did you have the door locked? That’s a safety hazard. I should tell Michael!” “I told you, I must’ve locked it by mistake, you’re overreacting, as usual.” You feel kind of guilty as you sit in your chair, trying to remember what task you were doing before you left.

A few minutes later, Jim comes over to lean against the edge of your desk, arms crossed over his chest. You meet his eyes with worry, fingers nervously fiddling with each other. “Do you think he knows?” “Dwight?” Jim sucked his teeth, “Nah, he’s paranoid but he’d never think about that.” “What if he does? What if he figures out what we did?” You ask panicked. “Aw baby,” his says softly, hand coming out to caress your cheek before dropping back down to his side. “If he figures out what we did, then I’m so fired.” Your eyes widen as he laughs at you. “It’d be worth it though.” He leans close to your face. “So you grabbed your panties right?” You nod slowly, hand tracing over them in your pocket.

He puts his palm out in front of you. “Hand ‘em over y/n. I’m confiscating those for further investigating. The case of the locked supply closet door. What ever could’ve happened in there?”

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[geralts-yenn]

🛁 - A nice, relaxing bath

Leon looks tense...

Napoleon Solo x OFC Amina Ahmadi

warnings: fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p-i-v sex (it's the 60s, guys, we're smarter now, right?)

word count: 1,7k

A/N: Nina, thank you for this ask. It made me really nervous at first because Napoleon and me, we haven't been talking before. But damn, that was a pleasure to write. I had so much fun. Hope you like what I made out of it.

Anahita is the Persian goddess of water, fertility and healing

summary: After a hard job in Isfahan, Napoleon tries to lose some tension in the hamam of his client, the Shah

Moodboard

dividers by @firefly-graphics

Napoleon carefully brushed his shirt over his bruised shoulder. The last 24 hours were filled with a little too much action for his taste. He preferred jobs that required his skills of persuasion and trickery. But when it needed to be done, he wasn’t shy of using his muscles like he did last night, even if it meant that he couldn’t enjoy his last day in Isfahan to the extent he had planned. In no way was he capable of taking care of Amina in the way he had intended to.

A deep groan escaped his mouth through gritted teeth as he started to undo his pants. His ribs burnt in his chest with every of his movements.

But as his suit pants dropped to the floor, the most difficult part was done. He slipped on the silk bath robe that was given to him at the reception and made his way to the entrance of the antique bath house. Leon had gladly accepted the invitation of the Shah to his private bath. He knew to appreciate the luxuries that his job brought with it. 

As the minutes passed by in the heat of the steam bath, Napoleon felt how his muscles began to relax, the tension evaporating from his body with every drop of sweat that ran down his chest.

The bright sound of a bell signaled him to move to the heated marble table. Napoleon carefully dropped on the warm stone and lay on his stomach, not fighting the moan, as he felt the pain running through his chest.

A pair of warm hands settled on his shoulders. “Mr. Solo, I am delighted to hear such sounds coming from your lips, but I didn’t expect to hear them before I even lay my hands on you.” The voice was soft and seductive. 

Napoleon jerked in surprise, only realizing by then that he shouldn’t move so briskly. His head turned, but he couldn’t see more than some caramel toned hips leaning against his side.

“Amina?” he asked, although he already knew it was her sweet voice. The hands on his back slowly ran up and down his spine with just the right amount of pressure.

“Sh, Leon, we better not be talking too much. This is not exactly a situation we both want to be found in. Just lay down and let me take care of you.” 

Napoleon wasn’t used to being in the position of accepting care instead of giving. He was used to being in charge. But after all what happened in the last few days, it felt incredibly good to give up on taking responsibilities for once. And so, he just lay there and savored the touch of his Persian rose.

Soon, he felt not only her soft hands on him, there were her plush lips pressing against his neck, and the mounds of her breasts ever so slowly brushed over his back as she reached for his arms, her pebbled buds teasing him. Now, this was enough for Leon to take. He was happy to risk being found in this very inappropriate situation when it meant being able to feel this gorgeous woman.

Carefully resting his weight on his elbow, he turned and wrapped his other arm in a smooth motion around Amina’s waist, pulling her close to his chest. The scent of jasmine filled his nose.

He pressed his lips on hers, and she opened them for him, letting him explore her mouth and taste her. After a teasing bite on her lower lip, he pulled away, only far enough to be able to speak. 

“Tell me, ātashé del-am*, do you want me to take you here on this stone or where do you want me to take you?” His hot breath grazed over her humid jaw as he mouthed his words. Amina broke away from his embrace with a smile playing around her lips.

“We might enjoy the warmth of the thermal spring, my dear,” she hummed and held out her hand for him to take.

As he wasn’t able to move fast, Leon took advantage of his slow way of moving by admiring her divine body from head to toe. He walked behind her, and watching her derrière swaying from side to side as she guided him to the steaming pool, he felt his cock twitching in anticipation. 

*) Farsi for “fire of my heart”, often used to call a lover 

Amina let Napoleon take the lead as he stepped down into the hot water. He sat down on the tiled bench and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as the warmth settled around his body. Amina followed him and straddled his thick thighs. She devoured his lips once more, feeling how Napoleon got more demanding, more impatient with every second that they spent kissing.

His hands dropped below the surface, one settling on her firm breast, rolling her nipple between his digits, the other one heading deeper, finding its way between her legs. His fingers, skilled to move perfectly, feeling every variance, soon had Amina squirming over him. He alternated between teasing her swollen clit and working her open with two of his fingers, curling inside her to find her sweetest spot. Finally, he felt her tightening around his fingers as she came. Her breath was shaky, and she bit on her lip to suppress the treacherous moans.

When she was coming back from her high, she took him in her small hands and stroked him. Napoleon gasped as he finally felt the friction he craved so much. Amina raised her hips and positioned him. And then she sank down slowly on him until he was sheathed completely between her velvet walls.

She started moving in a slow rhythm, rolling her hips up and down on him. Napoleon reveled in the sight in front of him. Amina’s bosom sank into the water just to rise out of it again, droplets running down her soft, dark skin. He couldn’t keep his mouth any longer from her. His lips were roaming over her neck, her shoulders, her collarbones, just every inch of skin that he was able to reach.

Feeling him so deep inside her, Amina lost all her self-control. Her pace got faster, harder. As she felt the tension building in her core, ready to bring her over the edge any moment, she desperately grabbed his shoulder.

The grunt that came deep from Leon’s chest was not one of the lewd sounds he had been voicing until now, it was a sound of discomfort and pain. Amina immediately recoiled, her eyes shooting up to Napoleon’s face. But the pained expression was already gone. Leon smiled at her apologetically.

“Don’t hold back, dear. I can take it.” Without waiting for an answer, his hands were on Amina’s hips, and he pulled her close to him. After taking a deep breath, he stood up, wrapping her legs around his waist and placed the surprised woman on the edge of the pool. This time he bit back the groan that wanted to escape his lips as his ribs burnt in his chest. 

His hands pushed at her knees to make her open her legs for him. Napoleon knelt on the bench and his hands and lips slowly proceeded their ascent along her calves, her knees and her inner thighs. 

Amina quivered in anticipation as his head disappeared between her legs. But Leon didn’t grant her wish to feel his mouth on her just yet. Instead, he just stopped and stared in wonder. 

“Just look how beautiful you are, ātashé del-am. Opening up for me, sharing your most precious part with me. Thank you, my dear.” And then he started to devour her, diving into her core like a starving man. His tongue lapped through her folds and teased her pearl. 

When at first Amina yearned for his fingers to join, she soon lost every ability to think at all, just feeling how Napoleon brought her to her next climax just with his mouth. 

Panting heavily, she felt how Leon left his place between her thighs after a few more lazy licks over her drenched pussy. He stepped out of the pool and knelt down between her still spread legs. 

“I want you on your knees, my love.” Leon sounded pained, but determined. And Amina couldn’t think of anything else she wanted more than to be taken by him right here and now on the stone floor. She went on all fours, raising her buttocks invitingly for him. 

Leon took the invitation and was behind her in an instant. 

His hands guided her to lift her bottom even further while arching her back down onto the floor. He let his fingers run over her bare cheeks, squeezing her flesh tight. Amina bit on her lower lip, aching for him to take her. 

“Mm, this is a glorious sight!” Leon cooed. Amina turned her head to look back at him, to see his eyes were dark and full of desire. Napoleon slowly let his fingers run through her folds, playing with her arousal while he was stroking himself. 

Finally, she felt the tip of his cock between her folds again. Amina cried out as he buried himself deep inside of her. Every bit of caution they both had not to get caught was gone by now. They couldn’t keep quiet any longer. 

Napoleon grabbed Amina’s hip, sinking his blunt nails into her skin. His thrusts were hard and fast, finally searching his own release 

He moaned with every thrust now and Amina reacted to his sounds with pure lust. She moved her hips in the same rhythm as him, trying to feel him as deep as possible. 

Amina felt another orgasm build up and begged Leon to take her harder. He obeyed, giving all he had to give, not even noticing his broken ribs any longer.

When her walls clenched around his cock, Leon lost his rhythm and rutted into her desperately. Finally, his body tensed, he shuddered and then Amina felt him spilling his seed into her. After another few slow thrusts he collapsed next to her. His chest was heaving while he was trying to catch his breath.

Amina pressed a small kiss on his shoulder. “Mr. Solo, I hope you are satisfied with our service?” she whispered with a smile on her lips.

Napoleon chuckled softly. “I am very pleased and would be delighted if I could take advantage of your endeavors at my suite tonight once more, Miss Ahmadi.

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