#the leaks did numbers on me i'll tell you

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One of Rock Star Eddie and Baker Steve wrong number AU

Link to Part Two

Eddie's got dubious history with picture messages. Only a very small group of people have his number, considering he's the front man of a multimillion best selling metal band, he doesn't ever want his number to be public knowledge.

So yeah, picture message from and unknown number? Dubious.

Eddie's had enough dick and...vag...pics in his time that he, honestly, doesn't really want another. But when the picture is followed by a message, "were you thinking something like this?"

Well, Eddie's a curious guy. So, committing himself to the idea that this might be new number time, again, he opens the message.

To be confronted with a cake. A really fucking cool cake actually, it's got a car dashing around a muddy track on top with a big '5' in the middle. All of it looks edible, made out of...cake stuff. Eddie has no idea what it is, but it looks delicious.

"One layer chocolate, one layer red velvet? I can do any combination of flavours you want."

Well. Eddie isn't anything but impulsive and he was trying to figure out what the fuck to do for the 'quiet' celebration they were planning for going platinum. Again.

"I think you have the wrong number'" Eddie types, "but I definitely want to order a cake from you."

"Oh my god I'm so sorry, unsolicited cake pics are the worst 😉"

And Eddie can't help it, he laughs, and types back, "if I told you I wanted three tiers of the darkest, spookiest, cherry chocolate what would you come up with?"

It takes a couple of minutes, but Eddie's phone pings twice in quick succession, the first picture is of a spooky orange cake clearly Halloween themed, covered in ghosts and skeletons and stuff. The second is jet black and has a coffin on top that looks like it's leaking green corrosive stuff and Eddie nearly throws his phone in excitement. "That! The second one!"

"🤣 that's an old pic, I was just starting out then, but everything is edible, the green slime is made out of jello"

"Where are you based and can you make it for the 15th? I'll get a courier to collect."

"Sure thing, how many portions? And I need a deposit up front. I'll do chocolate ganache and cherry filling."

"Errr...like, 150? Maybe?"

Eddie sits and watches as the dots appear and disappear, appear and disappear, and then there's a pic.

It's a selfie of the most beautiful man he's ever seen. And he's standing in a kitchen, holding a cake pan. Suddenly Eddie's phone is ringing in his hand and he is panicking because beautiful man is calling him. "Hello?"

"Hey, man, it's Steve, the cake guy?". Eddie assumes he makes an affirmative noise because Steve keeps talking, "anyway, that cake pan I'm holding is literally the largest one I own, even if I did three tiers, no way will it cater that many, I'm a small business, you know, it's just me. I can recommend you some companies I know would do a great job."

But then, Eddie will never get to talk to beautiful man ever again, "what if you made like, three cakes?". He asks desperately.

There's a long beat of silence on the phone, "I mean, in theory, I mean, it might cost you more than-"

"I'll pay it. I'll pay double, for, inconvenience, or whatever-"

And oh no, beautiful man has the most beautiful laugh too. Eddie's fucked. He's so fucked.

"I'll raise you, two cakes and fifty muffins?" Steve laughs again, and Eddie laughs right along with him.

Steve grabs his phone when it pings, hoping for Eddie. It is Eddie. It's a selfie from the neck down, like always, Steve still doesn't know what the guy looks like, but Eddie's wearing a deep red shirt that he's clearly just dumped a whole cup of coffee down, "hope your days going better than mine, sweetheart,"

Steve sends back a selfie with a lump of uncooperative modelling fondant in the background, "that depends, can you tell what this is supposed to be?"

Steve's pretty sure it's wierd to talk to a customer every day, but he's started to find he's looking forward to Eddie's messages. Even when they turn flirty. Especially when they turn flirty, maybe.

And maybe it's not exactly professional that Steve's found a lot of reasons to call Eddie. He just, needs to get this right, and if Eddie wants chocolate covered cherries on the cupcakes, well, Steve needs to call him and check, right? Right.

Steve heads out into the lounge with flour on his nose and a mixing bowl under his arm, Dustin, Lucas and Max are sprawled on the couch, El lying on the floor. He can hear Mike and Will fucking around outside. He spoons up some cherry mixture, "hey will you try-"

"Shhhhhhhh!"

Well. Rude. Steve looks to the interview they're watching on the TV. It's some metal band Steve vaguely recognises, and when the lead guy speaks...Steve has to sit down. Because that sounds a lot like-

"So, Eddie," the show host guy starts, and Steve's knees would go weak of he wasn't already sitting down. He's certain his stomach has left the building. "Seeing anyone?"

Eddie laughs, says no, but the band mate next to him makes a show of nudging Eddie and sharing a look.

The host picks up on it immediately, "so there is someone," Eddie's still shaking his head, but he's got a shy smile on his face that makes Steve feel like he's melting. "Come on Eddie, give us something."

"It's not a thing," Eddie flaps his hands, "don't make it a thing."

"Oh it's a thing alright," the audience laugh, "come on, give us something!"

Eddie looks uncomfortable for a second before shrugging, "they, uhm, they make the most amazing cakes you've ever seen."

[nonotnolan]

Jock Cock, Part 1

"You wanted to see me, sir?" Adam Johnson, next year's star quarterback and this year's bane of my existence, looked up at me with his baby blue eyes. If he was trying to look small and unintimidating, it would have worked better without carrying 200+ pounds of muscle on a six foot frame.

Well, if he wanted to be melodramatic, two could play that game. "You know full well why I called you here, Adam." I thumped the stack of papers on my desk for emphasis. "You've been failing ECON 105 all semester, but suddenly you can score an 83% on the final exam? It's enough to get you D- in this class. It's not a perfect score, but it's still enough for you to avoid academic probation."

His face flashed with a brief moment of irritation before setting back into his normal, casual stupor. "Well, I wasn't studying before, and now I did. It's not like I scored all that great... sir."

"We both know that you don't know what 'sustainability' means, Adam. You tried to fly under the radar, you didn't cheat your way into a 100%... but it's still cheating. We both know that academic misconduct is a serious crime." I tried my best to sound stern and disappointed, but it was hard to be angry at a face this sexy.

Adam just laughed at me. "And if you could prove it, you wouldn't be calling me into a private meeting, would you?" He leaned back into a shit-eating grin, displaying his dazzling white teeth. This asshole had the upper hand, and he knew it.

"I checked every single essay!" I said, pounding the stack of papers once again. "Every essay, in every single TA's session of this class. You didn't plagiarize... but we both know this isn't your style of writing. And we watched you like a hawk during the exam itself, so you didn't cheat that way, either."

Adam leaned close into my face. "Professor Michaels has no idea that you called me in here, does he? You're just a Teaching Assistant on a power trip, and it's all because you can't stand knowing how I did it." He was right, and I hated him for it. Worse, when he stood this close to me, I could smell the musk of his body.

"Tell you what," he added, pulling off his tank top to reveal a set of firm abs. "You let me get away with this... sign off on my scores, whatever you need to do... and I'll let you live out one of your deepest, darkest fantasies." He struck a pose, showing off both his rippling muscles and his hairy pits. "We both know that you'll never get jock cock any other way. Come on, Teach. You want this."

Was I really that easy to read? "I-- I'm sure I don't know what you mean. Look, if you're going to stick to your lie about studying, then you can just leave. I don't... there's no need to insult my moral character. You're a student, Adam."

He responded by leaning in close to me, and placing his hand on top of my bulge. "Your body betrays you," he whispered, letting his fingers massage my inner thigh. "If it makes you feel better, I'm not your student. Adam and I swapped bodies so that I could take all of his final exams."

"I... yes, well..." That was the last thing I expected him to say, but it would explain a lot if it were true, somehow. It seemed much more likely than a desirable athlete like Adam coming onto me, at the very least.

"Be that as it may," I said, grabbing his hand and moving it away before my cock started leaking though my slacks, "that body still belongs to one of my students. And I still have meetings to attend today, so if we're done here..."

Adam, or the stranger in Adam's body, just laughed at me. "You're the one who wanted to have this meeting, remember? But that's fine, I know when I'm not wanted. But here's the thing-- once you submit grades at end of day, Adam's not your student anymore." He started typing something on his phone. "And honestly, I expected this from you. You're so uptight. Good thing you gave everyone your cell phone number on the syllabus at the start of the year. So if you change your mind... now you can have Adam's number, and a bonus pic from me."

"I know you don't know the real me, but trust me Kevin-- I've wanted to plow that uptight hole of your for months. And in this body, I've actually got a shot at it." The stranger slapped my ass before I could react, and swaggered out of the room. Whoever was inside of Adam's body, they knew my first name.

I looked at the retreating wall of shoulder muscles, and down at the teasing bathroom selfie the stranger sent to me. God help me, I was only human. And he was right-- how else was I going to get jock cock? He wasn't a student, not really, and that's what mattered. "You win. Tonight at 8pm, my place. Bring lube."

[sanjisboyfie]

one piece smau: dating sanji edition

— modern! au , so fun , slight nsfw bc sanji is funny like that ig LMFAO

— SANJI X MALE READER one of my favorite pairings to ever cross the universe

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lvrboy[name]: oh my god hes so fine someone give me this guys' number

[name]s.chef: BEAUTIFUL BOY MY NUMBER IS XXX-XXX-XXXX PLEASE SAVE MY CONTACT AS PRINCE SANJI I WILL ALWAYS BE AT YOUR BECK AND CALL

-> dni_nami: no fucking way, why did this guy just leak his number TO HIS OWN BOYFRIEND

uso_pp: the day sanji doesn't comment in all caps to his boyfriends posts is the day the apocolypse comes

-> roro.zoro: fr why he always yelling at him....

-> freeluffy: sanji is so aggressive to his own boyfriend, should we help [name]? -> [name]s.chef: YOU MORONS HAVE NEVER BEEN IN LOVE AND IT SHOWS

-> uso_pp: ruhroh he angry

love.pudding: is he single?

-> [name]s.chef: I AM A GAY MAN AND IN LOVE WITH MY FUTURE HUSBAND - I AM NOT INTERESTED IN ANYONE ELSE BUT MY LOVER, I AM A LOYAL MAN TO MY BOYFRIEND. DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME OR HIM IF YOU WISH TO DATE EITHER OF US. WE ARE DEEPLY IN LOVE AND ALWYS WILL BE.

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[name]s.chef: I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND HE MAKES ME SO HAPPY HES THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE HIM

tagged: lvrboy[name]

dni_nami: never seen you smile that wide before

-> roro.zoro: i wish i never saw it, it's terrifying

-> [name]s.chef: i fucking hate you, dont interact with any of my posts you idiot

-> [lvrboyname]: holy shit whenever you guys breathe do you have to insult each other

-> [name]s.chef: I WON'T ANYMORE MY BABY

SUPERCOLA: do you guys remember when sanji said he hated [name] and rejected the idea of being in love with him.

-> lvrboy[name]: LMFAOAOOA

-> {name]s.chef: that wasnt me, that was my evil twin that was plotting on my downfall.

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lvrboy[name]: personal bottle boy <3

tagged: [name]s.chef

[name]s.chef: until the bed breaks. as many rounds as you want, any position you want, anything.

-> dni_nami: sanji please be fucking normal challenge

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dr.law: is this sanitary???

-> lvrboy[name]: deez nuts in your mouth are about to be sanitary

-> [name]s.chef: TELL HIM BABY TELL HIM !!!

-> dr.law: this shit doesnt even make sense ???

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freeluffy: i can't eat when sanji is making out with [name] across from me. i'm never going out with these two again.

tagged: [name]s.chef and lvrboy[name]

uso_pp: LMFAO i thought it was known to never go out with sanji and [name]? sanji just ends up ignoring you and only paying attention to [name]

-> [name]s.chef: and that's the way it should be. who else should i pay attention to when my beautiful, handsome, erethral boyfriend is right in front of me?

robinkills: i have never heard luffy sound so serious before, what did you two do to him?

-> roro.zoro: probably traumatize him

lvrboy[name]: i'm sorry lu, i'll make it up to you sometime

-> freeluffy: pay for my meals on campus for a week straight :D

-> lvrboy[name]: i'll pay for it for two weeks, i'm really sorry luffy </3

-> [name]s.chef: DONT STEAL MY BOYFRIEND FROM ME YOU FUCKING IDIOT I'LL SKEWER YOU ALIVE

roro.zoro: i think i vomitted in my mouth a little bit, happy for you guys ig.

-> lvrboy[name]: thank you...?

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lvrboy[name]: my bby in crop tops >>>

tagged: [name]s.chef

[name]s.chef: I WILL WEAR WHATEVER YOU WANT BABE WHATEVER MAKES YOU HAPPY, I'LL WEAR. I HAVE EYES FOR NO ONE ELSE BUT YOU!! I LOVE YOU!!!

-> lvrboy[name]: i love you so much muah

SUPERCOLA: sanji and [name] stop making out challenge literally fucking impossible.

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-> skullnsoul: they're so funny

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[name]s.chef: my beautiful boy suprised me by preparing me food with his own recipe today, i think i could cry genuine tears. you guys don't understand how happy i am that i found him and am now able to call him mine. i will love [name] until my last breath. i am so, so lucky.

tagged: lvrboy[name]

uso_pp: okay i guess this was a cute post or whatever.

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lvrboy[name]: sanji i'm gonna cry :< i love u sm too

-> [name]s.chef: pls dont cry my love

ttchopper: my favorite couple, you two are so sweet!

roro.zoro: cant even say anything mean, this is very heartwarming

-> lvrboy[name]: sanji won't tell you this but he giggled and kicked his feet when he read this.

lvrboy[name]'s story

my boyfriend's so fucking sexy-

[name]s.chef replied to your story: CAN I KISS YOU PLEASE COME BACK TO BED SO I CAN KISS YOU PLEASE CAN I KISS YOU CAN I PLEASEEE-

[ohbo-ohno]

you said ghost lives to serve and i screamed at the top of my lungs how dare you. he never sits still in your shared home. constantly cleaning and upgrading and fixing so you don’t have to. it’s in his blood and his bones to serve in any way he can and now i’m sad🧸

wait i lied im not leaving i love this

ghost only knows how to serve - it's all he did in the military, and it's all he has left now. he genuinely doesn't know how to not serve someone. you're like a beam of light when he finds you - someone good and sweet and soft who he can help. he can offer to fix your ovens, he can help you by bussing tables when you're too busy.

you mention that a bird pooped on your windshield and when you leave the bakery at the end of the day your car is squeaky clean

you lament that your favorite shade of lipstick is about to stop production and ghost drives to every makeup store nearby and buys them out of their stock, offering them as a tip the next morning

you mention needing to find a plumber because there's a leak in the kitchen sink and he almost looks offended, leaves with his tea and come back five minutes later with a toolbox and gets to work

you complain about being stuck on the side of the road for hours waiting for roadside assistance after getting a flat tire, and he gives you his number, tells you you call me next time something like that happens, i'll take care of it for you. (catches himself just in time to not say i'll take care of you)

he comes to your house for the first time when you mention your broken doorbell. fixes it right up for you

he weeds your garden for you while you plant flowers - he's still only comfortable destroying, not growing. you bring him inside for a warm drink and tell him thank you, ramble on about how important weeding is for a garden, and you don't even realize how much it means to him

(also this ghost worships you in bed)

[yawnderu]

Ghostface - Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Kinktober Day 5 - Phone Sex

Not rlly satisfied with this one but I'm posting to keep the kinktober streak

''What's your favorite horror movie?'' A deep, unrecognizable voice asked on the other side of the phone as you were preparing popcorn, ready to have a horror movie marathon while your boyfriend was out. You hesitate before answering, an eyebrow raised as you think about your answer.

''Uh- I don't know. Who's this?'' You glance back at your phone screen, just realizing the call comes from a private number.

''I'll tell you yours if you tell me mine.'' The voice replied, and you can hear the shit-eating grin simply by his tone. You roll your eyes, hanging up as you focus on preparing the call, trying to think about something else besides the weird interaction. Halloween was near, so it was no surprise assholes were prank calling.

You move the popcorn bag around, making sure all the seeds can get buttered up and explode, the sound of your phone ringing again making you jump in surprise before hurriedly picking up, hoping your boyfriend finally found some free time to call you.

''What are you wearing?'' The accent sounds familiar, yet the voice changer he's using is making it hard to distinguish. Is he...?

''None of your business.'' You scoff, looking around your apartment just to make sure no one managed to break in, despite the fancy security system reassuring you already.

''You look pretty.'' He compliments and your heart stops, head snapping towards the only window you're close to, walking closer and closer, wondering if someone can see you despite the dark apartment. Your face is almost against the glass until a hand slams against it, the shock and surprise of it all making you fall on your ass with a loud scream. As soon as you look up, the hand is gone. You're too scared to even process you're in the 32th floor of the building.

''Did I scare you, princesa?'' The voice on the phone asks, and your suspicions are now confirmed.

''Asshole!'' You yell at your boyfriend through the phone, hand in your heart as you try your best to calm down knowing no unknown creep was the one bothering you. The man on the phone lets out a soft snicker, the familiar sound somehow making your nerves calm down slowly, but surely.

''Lo siento, mi amor. You looked so pretty.'' Miguel praises, the voice changer now turned off as you can hear his soft breathing picking up, slowly getting louder once you get up from the floor, rubbing your sore ass with a small frown from his scare.

''You looking at me right now?'' You ask curiously, looking out of the window again, yet you can't see anyone. He mutters a small ''mhm'', breathing getting louder as his mic starts to pick up soft wet sounds. You raise an eyebrow at this, slightly confused until you realize what's going on.

''You disgusting pervert.'' You accuse jokingly and he laughs softly, the fingers around his hard cock teasing the tip, smearing his precum all over it while he looks at you from afar. Oh, how he wishes your much smaller fingers were the one working him up and down, rather than his big, calloused hands. He's busy with work, though, and only has a few minutes before he's bothered again by his duty as Spider-Man.

''Mucha ropa.'' He teases you, the corners of his plump lips curling up when he sees you laugh, his right hand working faster up and down his dick at the image of you looking happy. He can't help it- you're too damn pretty, he'd do anything to keep that smile on your face. You roll your eyes, stepping a bit away from the window as you put the phone on speaker, making a show out of stripping of your clothes.

''Is this good enough?'' You ask teasingly, hand slowly trailing down your stomach as heat begins to pool up when you listen to his breath hitch, the wet sounds coming from the speaker getting louder and faster.

''Touch yourself for me.'' He growls out, his palm spreading the precum leaking like a faucet all over the tip of his cock, eyes slightly narrowed at the sensation as he sees your hand disappear inside your underwear, your pretty, whiny moans becoming pure music to his ears. He starts to jerk himself off again, the sounds of your mixed heavy breathing and moans mixing in, yet he's holding back, trying his best not to get the attention of anyone that might be nearby.

''I wish you were here.'' You moan out, digits dipping deeper into your cunt as you can feel just how much you need Miguel, how much your pussy truly needs to be filled by him, and him only. ''I'd be sucking that dick so good.'' All shame goes out the window when you drape your body on the couch, fingers lazily going in and out of your cunt as your other hand rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves above your dripping hole.

''Yeah?'' He asks between deep groans and heavy breaths, red eyes fully focused on the sight of you pleasuring yourself. You look like a work of art in his eyes, and you truly are. Hair slightly messy, a thin layer of sweat painting each perfect curve, and fingers disappearing in and out of yourself, a loud and lewd squelching sound bouncing off the walls and coming out of his phone.

''Mhm...'' You moan out, nodding your head as if he was there, yet you know he can still see you. ''Need you so bad, Miggy... are you coming home soon?'' His line goes quiet for a few seconds and you stop masturbating, suddenly worrying for him. The sight of a bundle of colors appearing in the middle of the living room almost blinding you, the familiar behemoth frame clawing his way out of the portal.

''I'm here, amor.''

[auteurdelabre]

Daddy Morales pt. 3 Frankie!Morales x f!Reader

Daddy Morales pt 2

Rating: 18+ (seriously young ones, this AIN'T for you)

Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!reader babysitter (in her mid 20's)

Tags: switch!Frankie, daddy kink, dirty talk, infidelity, phone sex but not, masturbation, dry (but also wet?) humping,

A/n: Happy Frankie Friday!

More Frankie x babysitter smut because y'all are askin' for it. I feel real amused that my two most commented on series right now are the sleazebag ones.

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Part 3: No More

Frankie decides to end things the next time he drives you home the following week. 

He hasn't fucked you, not actually sheathed himself in your pussy and he convinces himself that this isn't as bad. That he hasn't technically cheated. 

But he never confesses to Carmen. What good would it do? Carmen insists they start up with marriage counseling and Frankie agrees.Their marriage counselor says he and Carmen need to work on communication. On making more time for each other's interests. On being kinder to one another. 

When he tells you all of this he expects you to be upset. To scream or cry. But you do neither. You listen to him and you nod and you kiss his cheek and tell him you understand. 

Frankie drives home that night relieved and yet confused. 

You don't try anything when he drives you home after babysitting the following week. Or the week after that. You simply say thank you and leave the truck. 

He can't stop thinking about you though. He's taken to jerking off in bed next to Carmen when she sleeps or coming in the shower with a muffled groan. 

When he sees your number pop up on his phone later that month his cock actually stiffens under his jeans. 

"Hello?"

"Hi Mister Morales, I'm really sorry I'm just hoping that you could come look at my sink? It's backed up. I've asked all my friends but none of them are free and I don't have the money to get a plumber out here."

"Yeah of course," Frankie says, hearing the panic in your voice. "I'll come over right away."

He heads home to grabs his toolbox. Carmen is sitting in the kitchen feeding Luca. She glances over when she sees Frankie hoisting the red box from under the stairs. 

"Where are you going?" Carmen asks, her face troubled. "Did you forget we're meeting friends for dinner tonight?"

"’Course not," Frankie insists. "Just one of my old buddies sink is fucked and I'm going to help him out. I'll be back in plenty of time." 

"That's really sweet of you to help your friend," Carmen says remembering what the therapist said about giving Frankie more compliments. She stands and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

Shame hangs over Frankie like a cloud as he drives over to your place. He remembers what happened the last time he was there and he knows it can't happen again. He needs to give his marriage another shot. 

///

You're wearing a short dress and your feet are bare. 

That’s the first thing Frankie notices when you open the door, grinning brightly as you greet him.

"You look nice," Frankie says, eyes sliding over your body as he walks into your space. 

"Thanks I have a date," you say with a tense smile. "And thanks again for doing this. It's just there in the kitchen."

A date? Frankie hides his displeasure as you lead him into the kitchen.

You hold in a sigh as Frankie opens his toolbox and starts making noise there. His back muscles ripple as he kneels down and peers under your sink. 

"I'll leave you," you breathe. "Just lemme know if you need me for anything."

You leave, trying to stop the thrumming between your legs. 

Frankie leans back under the sink on his back now, looking for the leak. He spots it fairly quickly, grateful it's not a complicated job.

"Okay I need you to turn on the tap," Frankie calls out. "Need to make sure of something."

He hears you padding over. His eyes dart down to see your bare legs brushing his. You're standing hovered above his torso. His eyes travel up your bare thighs and Frankie holds in a moan when he sees your red panties fully on display under the dress. They cling to the outline of your pussy, delicious and beckoning. 

"Is it working?" you ask curiously when Frankie goes quiet.

"Mhmm," Frankie nods, willing his cock to go down. "You can turn it off now."

You turn it off and walk back into the other room as Frankie tries to steady his breathing. But he can't stop thinking about those red panties. Frankie starts as his phone vibrates. 

You on your way home??

Soon. Taking longer than expected

Kk. I'll just meet you at the restaurant

see you there

When he sees that the leak has been fixed and the tube tightened properly he knows he can leave. And yet he hesitates.  

Don't do it.

"Just need ya to turn it on again," Frankie croaks loudly. 

"Okay," you call back from the other room. 

You walk back over, short skirt flipping around your hips. Again you step over him to reach the tap and again he takes the opportunity to stare at your barely covered pussy. 

Frankie is laying under the sink thinking about how you're going on a date tonight. How another man is going to get to taste that cunt and it infuriates him. 

You turn on the sink, legs spread as you wait for him to tell you to turn it off. Instead Frankie's hand goes to your leg, reveling in its silken texture. 

"You look really nice babygirl," Frankie murmurs, his hand skimming up your calf. "Really pretty."

"You already said that," you reply shakily before moving out of Frankie's grip. Frankie can see the way your thighs press together. 

"Thanks for looking at the sink" you say, smiling gently down at him. "Uh, I'm just gonna finish getting ready. Let me know if you need anything else from me." 

He knows what he wants from you. What he can't have. 

Frankie gathers his tools and tells himself he's going to leave. That he did this favor for you and now he has to go. But he hears the sound of you giggling in your bedroom and he follows the noise. 

You're standing faced away from him looking out the window. Your cell phone is pressed to your ear. 

"Yeah I'm really excited," you say, twirling your hair around your finger. You giggle into the phone and Frankie feels his stomach twist. 

"Okay see you later." 

You end the call and turn to see Frankie standing awkwardly in the doorframe to your bedroom. 

"I'm finished up," he tells you before smiling weakly. 

"Thank you so much," you tell him. Before he can stop you, you've thrown your arms around his neck. You hug him tightly and he responds immediately by wrapping his arms around you. 

"I don't know what I would have done without your help. I really couldn't afford a plumber right now."

"It's no problem," Frankie assures you, still rocking you gently in his arms. "Always glad to help ya."

You hum against his neck in response and Frankie feels his resolve begin to slip. It's like he can't help himself from sliding his hands from your waist over the globe of your ass. 

You don't move away, you just melt against him. His hands bring up the skirt to your waist before sliding back and feeling the smooth skin of your ass as he grabs handfuls.  

The skin is so smooth and warm. He cups both cheeks in his hand, pulling them apart and watches over your shoulder as they fall back when he releases them. 

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Frankie murmurs as he begins to rub his front against yours. 

"Doesn't feel like nothing." You sigh against his jaw. "Feels like you're waiting for something."

"For what?"

Frankie watches you slowly get down on your knees for him. 

"My mouth, Daddy."

Frankie watches from under lowered lids as you begin to unzip his jeans. He feels his breathing constrict when you take him out of his boxers and his cock hangs there in front of you. It's already hard, brushing against your lower lip. 

"Yeah," Frankie breathes. "I was-"

Frankie feels his pocket suddenly vibrate as a text comes through. 

Carmen. 

Suddenly the enormity of what he's doing is upon him and he panics. 

"I'm sorry," Frankie stammers, trying to pull away. "This was a bad idea, I never should've-"

But he can't say anything more because your mouth has found the tip and begun to lightly lick. 

"Just wanted to thank you for fixing my sink," you say between licks. Frankie whimpers when your mouth parts and you take his cock into your mouth, moaning as you do. 

Frankie feels his head tilting back and he grabs the doorframe for support as all the blood in his body rushes between his legs.  

"Fuck.... Babygirl your mouth ..." Frankie groans as you suck him deeper. "So good."

His eyes crack open and he holds in a sigh when he sees you there on your knees with your eyes looking up at him, pretty mouth stuffed full. He wants to enjoy it more but his pocket is vibrating again. Frankie stiffens all over, panic swirling. 

Not thinking he pulls it from his pocket and you pull off of him, irritated.

Where are you?

Before he can reply you take the phone from him and toss it under the bed. Frankie watches it vibrate a moment before you're back licking him. 

"Carmen is waiting for me," Frankie explains, feeling helpless as your hand slides up under his t-shirt to splay across his belly, relishing in the hard curve there.

"She can wait."

"Babygirl, I have to leave," Frankie whimpers, watching your mouth bob along his cock. He hisses when you pull off of him, your mouth wet with saliva. 

"You really wanna go?" You ask dragging your tongue along his shaft. Frankie whimpers when your tongue flicks the underside of the head. 

"I should-"

"You don't wanna fuck my mouth?" You ask, mouth sucking the tip lightly. "You don't wanna come on my tongue?" 

"I fucking do," Frankie almost whines, knowing he has to leave but now you've started bobbing your head as you stroke the base of him. 

"Don't go then," you say around his cock. "Need you here."

You’re so fucking good at this. Your mouth and tongue are making him dizzy with need. 

"Okay baby," Frankie relents, hips rocking towards you. "Just can't fuck you with my cock."

You smile nodding and when he comes down your throat moments later you swallow deeply and grin up at him. 

"Let's lay in bed for a bit," you say, finger curling into the neck of his t-shirt and tugging him to the bed. He follows after you like a puppy, no hesitation in him whatsoever. He’s so fucking easy sometimes.

You’ve set up a mirror against the wall across from your bed. Frankie notices this when he crawls onto the bed next to you. It makes him wonder if you’d planned to bring your date back here tonight to fuck in front of it. The thought flames his insides with a roaring jealousy.

You tell him to strip and you lean back against your headboard. That's when you decide you want him to lay back against you like before, nestled between your legs. You tell him to make himself come for you. 

He does twice. 

It's a while of this before you decide you need a water break. 

"If I leave now I can still make dessert," Frankie tells you tired and panting and covered in his own spend.  

"I'm not done playing," you say pouting and stroking your hand through his curls. His baseball hat lies on the floor beside your bed, forgotten between rounds. 

"I'm already two hours late," Frankie insists. You give his hair a tug and he groans in pleasure. "My wife-"

"Isn't here," you tell him as you position yourself to sitting over his lap. Frankie lets you maneuver his wrists above his head, looking up at you with glazed dark brown eyes. 

"You really wanna leave, Daddy?"

"I need to baby," Frankie says groaning gently as your hips roll over his. "I've been here for hours."

 "Who do you really want to be with tonight?"

"You," Frankie says it without even thinking. It comes rushing out like a released breath of much needed air. 

You smile victorious. You pull your dress up over your head, leaving you naked save for your panties. Frankie groans aloud at the sight of your exposed body, hands twitching at his sides. 

"Daddy I don't think you want to leave," you tell him as you slowly twist until you're on his lap facing away from him. 

"I don't," Frankie echoes, feeling his hardening cock balanced against the outside of your panties. He can feel the damp heat between your legs and he groans. His hands fly to your waist, squeezing gently.

"No" you tell him, hips rolling over him. "You don't. You wanna keep laying there feeling my pussy."

Frankie is transfixed by the way you're arching for him. His eyes go to the mirror on the opposite wall, watching your bare tits bouncing as you undulate against him. 

"I-I can’t fuck you, baby."

"I'll keep my panties on," you tell him in a hush as you glance over your shoulder at him. "Then its okay, I promise." 

You shuffle backwards, ass dragging over the head of his stiffened cock. Frankie moans as you start to roll your hips. He can feel your sweet wet cunt under the fabric. 

"Shouldn't be doing this," Frankie murmurs even as he thrusts up lightly between your ass cheeks, his cock rubbing harshly against the lace of your panties.

"But you are," you tell him, your voice breathy. "And you're not gonna stop are you?"

Frankie watches his cock slide between your clothed ass cheeks, looking debauched but delicious.

"She's waiting for me."

"You're already late," you groan as his cock moves against the panties giving delicious friction. A bright red slash of lace against his rigid cock. "No point."

Frankie's cock throbs as you moan, your ass swirling against it. He grabs handfuls of your ass in his broad hands, gripping it and marveling at how enticing it looks in his palms. He gives your left cheek a swift snap, drawing a quaking groan from you. 

"You're so fucking hot," Frankie grunts. "Lemme go under babygirl."

"Said you couldn't fuck me, remember?"

"Just a little, just to feel you. Won't go all the way in," Frankie pleads. "Daddy needs it."

You look at him over your shoulder, eyes half lidded in desire. Frankie feels like his body is on fire. 

"Just a little under," you tell him, arching, bouncing your ass on his hips. "Not too much." 

"Thank you, thank you," Frankie pants, as he tugs your panties to the side.

You give a needy whimper just as your phone begins to ring. Frankie is distracted as you lean over to grab it from your side table. You look at the number and give a little giggle. 

"Better keep quiet, Daddy," you tease just as you hit the speakerphone button and Frankie looks up. 

“What’re-”

"Hi Mrs. Morales," you say cheerfully, watching Frankie's eyes go wide from over your shoulder and he loses his hold on your panties. He goes to pull back but your ass drops, pressing his cock against your clothed pussy. 

"Hi," Carmen says and Frankie can hear the sound of the restaurant in the background. "Is now a good time?"

Frankie shakes his head no but you just drag your pussy over the head of his cock slowly, the head catching the edge of the panties and allowing him to graze a sliver of your bare cunt. Frankie holds in a groan of pleasure at the sensation. He's never been this close to it. 

"Yeah now's a great time."

"I know you're sitting for us on Saturday but I wanted to know if you're free on Wednesday as well?" Carmen asks. "I'm trying hot yoga that night, it's just from seven to eight but I figure I'll go out for drinks with the girls after."

You make a humming noise as you listen. Frankie keeps his hands on your ass, trying not to thrust but finding it impossible when he can feel how wet you are. You grip him, holding him in place as you slide the seam of your cunt along his cock. He watches your ass bounce against him, looking so good. 

"Mr. Morales isn't around?" You say, keeping your voice even as you start to rub your clothed pussy over Frankie's cock more aggressively. He tries to pull back, tries to stop himself but then Frankie feels you tug your panties to the side and now his head hits the wet slit of your cunt. 

Heaven.

He tilts back into the pillow as he slides along it, you shifting just enough to make sure he can't enter you. Carmen is a distant memory, his cock absolutely throbbing as you glide along him. 

"Frankie?" Carmen scoffs. "I can't count on him for anything. Plus Wednesday nights he's usually with the guys playing pool. So are you free?"

Frankie watches you get a look in your eyes, a sometimes mischievous look that makes his stomach tighten in anticipation. You circle the head of his cock with your pussy, grazing but not letting him inside. 

"Yeah, I'm free. I'll see you Wednesday at seven."

"Thanks so much. Have a good night."

"Have a nice night Mrs. Morales."

That's enough," you tell him breathlessly after you end the call. Frankie whines as you tug his cock out from inside your panties 

"Daddy needs to fuck you," Frankie whimpers, no longer thinking of the consequences. He lets out a shuddering moan when you pull yourself off his lap. 

"Can't fuck me," you tell him with a smile before you glance at the mirror facing your bed. He sees the small curl of your lips. "Lean back a little bit, Daddy. Babygirl will take care of you."

Frankie lays flat on his back eagerly. His large cock is wet and rosy at the tip, aching for your touch. His head is propped slightly on the pillow, allowing him to see into the mirror as you smile at him.

You give him a wink before shuffling backwards on your knees until you're seated on his lower belly. Frankie watches this, his large eyes wide in anticipation. He's confused when you lean back atop of him, your head nestling just under his chin. 

Your ass is pressed into his hips, your legs on either side of his narrow hips. Your thighs hold Frankie's cock between them. You search for Frankie's eyes in the mirror. 

"Can you see, Daddy?"

Frankie takes a shuddering breath. "Yeah."

"You don't get to come inside," your whisper, hand coming to gently pat Frankie's cheek above you. "But you can make yourself come between my legs." 

Frankie feels his cock twitch violently at this. 

"C'mon Daddy," you say arching against his chest. "Want you to come on my pussy."

Frankie begins to thrust his cock up between your thighs, his breathing sharp in your ear. He holds your waist, hips canting up as he watches in the mirror. 

"Spread your legs for me," Frankie groans into your ear. "Daddy wants to see"

You do as he asks, legs spreading. Frankie isn't satisfied, his large hands go to grip your thighs, parting them further as he fucks between your pussy lips, your panties the only barrier. 

"Oh fuck yeah," Frankie groans as he watches your soaked panties rasp against his weeping cock. 

You feel a tingle race through your body at the sensation. The head keeps rubbing against your clit with every swipe. It makes you cry out his name, hips rutting into the air. He sees your tits bouncing with every thrust he gives you and it makes his cock throb.

"That's my fucking girl," Frankie says with a purr. "So fucking wet."

You feel Frankie fumbling with the fabric of your underwear and you know exactly what he's after when the head of his cock slips underneath. 

"Should stop," you slur, eyes barely open, arms loosely at your sides. "S'bad, Daddy."

Despite your feeble chastising, you make no attempt to stop Frankie as he slides the side of his cock between the lips of your pussy. 

"Just a little baby," Frankie pants. "Won't go inside but I gotta feel your pussy." 

"Daddy," you whine. 

"Gonna come in your panties," Frankie tells you, watching his cock jumping beneath the fabric. 

"No, I wanna see it," you murmur. "Wanna watch you come."

Frankie gives a small grunt before pulling at your panties. You help him shift them down your legs and then he's back pumping between your thighs. 

"That's right," Frankie says, pulling your thighs apart himself so he can watch the lurid view of him fucking between the seam of your pussy. "Daddy gets to come on this sweet cunt tonight doesn't he?"

You feel the bulbous head of his cock nudging at your entrance, begging to be welcomed into your wet heat. You want to, you really do. But you’re not doing it now, not in a rush without thinking about it. You know Frankie would let the guilt eat him alive.

"Daddy you're getting too close," you say, feeling the head start to breach your cunt. His hands are on your breasts, kneading them, fingertips teasing the nipples into painful strains. It’s overwhelming and so fucking hot to you. To know that you can’t fuck but that you’re dangerously close to doing so.

"I don't care," Frankie tells you, his forehead shining with sweat as he fucks between your thighs. "You're mine tonight."

"No," you say, twisting so he can't enter you. "Daddy, don't be bad."

Frankie wants to fuck right into you but he holds back at your protestation. Instead he fucks between your thighs with gusto, gasping against your temple as he comes. 

You watch the lurid spray of come shoot up, dribbling over your bare pussy in warm ropes. Frankie watches it too, eyes wide with desire. He holds your legs open, watching your mixed arousal drip down your pussy over the bed sheet below. He's never seen anything sexier in his entire life. 

“That was so fucking good,” he breathes, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “So good baby. But I should go.”

“I think you’re a bit too late for that,” you giggle.

He looks at your face in the reflection, cheeks flushed and eyes glittering. His eyes shift to the clock on the wall that reads the late hour. He’s missed the entire dinner with Carmen and her friends. That’s when Frankie realizes the power you hold over him.

That’s when he realizes he's totally fucked. 

[r0-boat]

Hii, since requests are open could i request either face sitting or something for butler! Volo? Yk the part about fucking the reader stupid after they sassed him? That one.

Thanks! :)

I think I got just what you're looking for ; )

Reprimand

Nsfw

Cw: spanking, bondage, rough sex, name-calling

Gn!reader

Volo head butler of your family's estate. The prime example of a perfect staff member. His bright smile and vast knowledge of history and culture made him not only immensely popular with your family but also with the guests who visit the estate for pleasantries or business.

Capable, elegant and trustworthy as well as a good Pokemon trainer to boot he was the perfect Butler for the eldest child that is to inherit the company the entire estate itself.

If only your father knew what was going on behind closed doors when he was gone for his months-long business trips with your mother.

The scene of pure debauchery, this civilized servant of the high class grabbing you by the neck and forces you into your expensive silk, ready to take you like an animal. Laying his palm on your pert ass until your ass turns red with the mark of hand. The bright smile turning into a dark smirk.

" I am very disappointed in you, My liege. Not only did you disobey your father's number one rule,' going out without the company of another. But you also have the nerve to sass me? Tsk tsk tsk, telling me, 'I can't do my job.' "

A hand comes down on your bare ass again you squeak feeling the heated sting of his bare hand on your plush ass. Your arms struggle against the thick rope tied around your bedpost. Which earned a chuckle from your butler.

"Struggle all you wish, my liege. You may be the successor of the estate, and I may be yours anywhere else, but in the bedroom, As We Lay upon these silky white sheets, you are just as much mine as I am yours."

Volo purrs, giving you a kiss on your back before you hear the wrestling of his pants and belt.

" I'll be good for me while I hand you your punishment~"

The leather of his belt slides against your entrance before he strikes your ass with it. The cold smack of the leather against your skin fills the room. Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, he hums delightfully at the noises coming from your lips.

Volo grinds against your ass; you can just feel the heat of his big heavy cock sliding between your legs grinding against your most sensitive areas. the head of his cock kissing your tight fuck hole as he grinds shaft up against you. Volo enjoys the feeling of your precum soaking his shaft, teasing himself with your body until he could take no more pressing his head, leaking with precum against your tight hole. Ready to fuck you.

You moan out your butler's name feeling his cock peirce you open

"That's it Master. Take It All In. Take all of me and receive your punishment like a good whore.~"

As soon as he was balls deep inside of you, he began to move. At first, slowly grinding his hips against your ass, making you feel every inch of his cock gliding deliciously against your walls before gradually picking up. Before long, the sound of skin moans and growls fills the room as he slams his hips into you over and over. With one hand on your neck and another on your ass with the belt in hand, ready to strike you once again.

" I wonder would your father would think if they knew how much of a slut you are-." SMACK . "-I wonder how all your friends and business partners think if they knew how much of a fucking bitch you are when you're underneath me-." SMACK "-Tightening around my cock like a common whore as you're about to cum..."

He hisses a wicked smile plastering across his face as he tightens his grip around the back of your neck. You wanted to protest fight back against his slander but the way his cock was kissing the deepest part of your insides made your mind go blank you are already so close as Volo tries to force an orgasm out of you.

"You close, aren't you? I could feel it, I could feel your whore walls milking me. I shouldn't let you have a treat, but I am a gracious servant. Come on, my Liege. Cum! Mark me! Cum around me and Mark me as yours like I always have been!"

Your eyes roll back. The screams of Volo's name are music to his ears as he fucks you through your orgasm.

Your fingernails dig into his back Volo increases his pace jackhammering into you over and over drilling you into your mattress as he chases his own orgasm while you milk him for all he's worth.

"Y-yes! Fuck! K-keep cumming! h-haha! Good, perfect slut. Perfect slut just for me! Taking your punishment so well! C-cumming! Im cumming!"

His legs shake as he slams into you one final time letting his hips still deep inside of you shooting load after load making sure he empties all of himself in you.

You catch your breath when he moves his hand off your neck slumping down onto the bed Volo made sure he stayed inside you making sure every drop of himself was deep. However to your surprise your butler still felt hard. Volo lean down nibbling your ear whispering.

" you're not done with your punishment."

[whiskey-bumblebee]

I'm On Fire (Chapter 2)

Pairing: DBF!Aaron Hotchner/Reader

Word Count: 2470

Warnings: older Hotch/younger reader, cheating, daddy issues, a little bit of angst

Taglist: @littlepeanut03 @rosaline-black @moonmark98 @yuly @jazzymariexoxoc @frogoko @morgthemagpie

You're staring at the kitchen sink, a full glass of water on the counter to your left. Alone again. It's been days since you've seen your dad.

You let your head rest in your hands as you prop your elbows up on the counter. Aaron had left his number in your phone when he dropped you back home after your late night drive. You were using every ounce of strength not to call him.

It had been a week or so since that night, or morning, you supposed, since you'd watched the sun rise together, when you teased him for his Spartan taste in coffee and breakfast food. You hadn't heard anything, and you were starting to think it must have meant nothing to him. You were nothing but his friend's daughter. Another thing to take care of, like the unmown grass, or filing taxes.

Despite how little you seemed to mean to him, you couldn't stop replaying your conversations in your mind. Although you'd been sleeping for much of the time, when you were awake, you'd talked about everything. He'd opened up about Haley, the way that their marriage was slowly disintegrating because of their different goals, his difficult work schedule. He'd hesitated before telling you another piece, unsure if it was even appropriate to mention it to you.

"She's started..." He sighed. "She's started trying to tamper with the birth control we use. She hasn't refilled her prescription for the pill in a while and..."

He turned away from you as much as he could, fixing his gaze on something on the left of the horizon. His voice dropped to a low whisper.

"The other night when we were... You know what I mean. She tried to pull off the condom. A week ago I was looking in my bedside table for one of my watches, and the condoms were all over the place. The drawer was sticky, so I picked up one of them," He paused again. "It had a hole in it. I thought okay, leak, I'll just throw this one out. But I looked at one of the others, just in case, and..."

"Oh my god," You said softly. "Aaron, that's not okay. If someone I was dating did something like that..."

You felt your jaw clench. How fucking awful was that? Trying to trap him with a baby? It was one thing to try and convince him, to try and save their marriage, to talk about why he was hesitant, but it was a different thing entirely to start taking matters into her own hands. It would obliterate the last of the trust between them. It was sick.

He'd talked a little about his college years, but his playful smile told you there was a lot he was holding back.

"C'mon, Seattle in the 90s? You must have gotten up to no good," You said, trying to eke out some information. "Concerts, weed, girls?"

"I focused on studying," He said, and pressed his lips together.

"You're lying again. That's one of your tells," You pointed at his lips. "You go like this."

You mimicked his expression, the physical manifestation of withholding information or some emotion.

He looked over at you and laughed. "You'd make a good profiler."

"Profiling," You said dreamily. "And you get to travel all over the place. What's it like?"

"It's hard work," He said slowly. "A lot of the time it's unpleasant. But I like to think we make a difference."

"Could you profile me?"

He looked over at you, his expression serious.

"It's not like astrology, or palm-reading" He said. "You might not like what I have to say."

"I won't hold it against you," You replied. "I'm sure none of it will really be new to me. I spend a lot of time thinking about who I am and how I got here."

"You're independent, probably more than you should be, but that says more about your father than it does about you." He paused, taking a breath, and looked over at you again, sadness in his eyes this time. "You're constantly reading the people around you, or at least me, trying to figure out what they're thinking."

You nodded. "It's not just you."

He pulled into the drive through, joining the long line of cars queuing for their morning coffee. For a moment, you thought about how the two of you must look to anyone who took a second to look through the windscreen or one of the windows. You, in a salt-starched button up shirt. Aaron, in a faded blue t-shirt and the joggers you'd been wearing a few hours before. A strange pair of lovers, or maybe just a strange pair.

"The reason you read everyone is because you use it as a pre-emptive defense mechanism. If you know how everyone is feeling, you can adjust your behaviour to avoid making anyone upset."

"Oh," You said. "So that makes me... a psychopath, or something?"

Aaron chuckled and shook his head, looking at you properly now that the car was safely stopped. "No. It makes you like a lot of other women."

"Oh," You said again, somehow feeling even more dejected. "Just ordinary."

He shook his head, reaching across the centre console to wipe some salt from your cheek. "You're far from ordinary."

"Next in line," Came the staticky voice from the speaker. "How can I help you?"

"What do you want?" He whispered.

"Something sweet," You replied. "And a bagel."

He relayed the information to the disembodied voice.

"Is that all?"

"No, could I also get a black coffee? No cream, no sugar, and do you have a bacon and egg sandwich?"

"Sure. Drive up to the next window."

"Thank you," Aaron replied, shooting you a conspiratorial smile. Why did you feel like you were getting away with something?

"Mr. Bacon and Egg," You teased.

"What?" He replied, reaching for his wallet. "Nothing wrong with the classics."

There was a knock at your door, and you jumped. Your dad?

You took a big sip of water before making your way to the door, then peered through one of the little glass windows to see who it was. With a sigh of relief, you undid the deadbolt. Aaron.

"Is your dad home?" He looked you up and down, but there was no hunger in it.

Your brow furrowed. "No."

"We need to talk," He said, letting himself in, locking the door.

Your stomach dropped through the floor. Here it comes. He's going to tell me that I've been coming onto him and it needs to stop. Head heavy with shame, you let your body fall to the couch and looked down at the rug. He's married, how did you think this was going to end?

"Haley's leaving me."

You looked at him, waiting for the next sentence. None came.

"Aaron," You breathed. "I'm so sorry."

"I went for a drive," He said. "To the beach. In Delaware."

There was a long silence, and he walked to the kitchen and back, bringing you the glass of water you'd abandoned.

You took another sip, looking down at the floor again.

"I..." He took a seat beside you.

You looked at him, searching his face.

"I can't read you," You said softly. "You need to tell me."

He looked deep into your eyes, no doubt seeing the feelings you had for him. You couldn't put words to them yet, but you had a feeling your eyes were telling a story your heart hadn't yet been able to commit to. "I didn't like the beach."

Agony tearing through you, you broke the eye contact, rubbing your face with one of your hands. What had you expected?

He took your hand in his, pulling it from your face. His grip was rough, but it was nothing compared to the confusion and pain radiating through your body.

"No," He said insistently. "I didn't like the beach because... It wasn't the beach. It was you."

You looked at him hopefully, praying to every god whose name you'd ever learned that your heart was right to start beating wildly, full of anticipation.

He whispered your name, his hand coming to the side of your face as the space between you seemed to shrink.

"Haley wouldn't mind," You whispered.

"She wouldn't," He replied, his face close enough to yours that certain syllables sent his lips brushing against yours. He rubbed his nose against yours, waiting to be seized by a sudden rush of morality. It didn't come.

You closed the gap between you, taking his chin between your thumb and forefinger, sealing your lips to his. For a moment you stayed like that, just pressing your lips together, not moving, hardly breathing.

Then it was like lightning- his lips moving against yours, his weight starting to shift on top of your body as you slipped beneath him, your hands moving to cup his back, hips dropping open to accommodate his body in this new position. The harsh noises of your breathing between frantic kisses, the wet sound as your tongue just barely left your mouth, tracing over his lips. A thud as his hand met the arm of the couch, supporting his weight. And if that all was lightning, the electric lick of light across a bright sky, the rest was apocalypse, the hounds of hell breaking loose as your bodies settled against each other, his tongue snaking across your lips, testing the seam of them, whether you'd let him in. You tugged his bottom lip between your teeth, running your tongue across the slightly swollen skin as you released his lip.

You settled into a rhythmic tempo, swaying against each other like the waves on the shore, the push and the pull like something divinely inspired, driven by the moon, something of a greater magnitude than mere magnetism. Something like gravity.

When you broke away, it was all changed. Even from this distance, hardly an inch away from him, you knew the world had tilted on its axis. You became aware of the sound of children playing outside, the ring of a bicycle's bell. You were certain that if you walked outside, you'd see them riding their bicycles straight into the sky, or the birds would be flying upside down. The warmth of the sun would radiate from the ground, and the tickle of the grass would rain down on you.

Your eyelashes seemed like monuments as you blinked slowly, attempting to clear your vision. When you opened your eyes, nothing had changed. There he was. There you were.

The sun warmed your bare skin as you curled into Aaron's chest. Something about the kiss had been draining, as beautiful as it was, and you'd led him upstairs to rest. He traced shapes on your back.

"That was intense," He said, finally.

"I'm tired," You said, suddenly feeling like you might cry.

"I shouldn't stay."

You tilted your head to look up at him, taking a moment to appreciate the way that he looked in your bed, his short dark hair contrasting with your cream-coloured pillow.

"You could," You said.

He shook his head.

"I thought you said Haley left?"

He nodded. "She did. But your dad could come back any minute."

It was your turn to shake your head. "He won't be here until Tuesday. He stays at her place from Thursday night until Tuesday morning so they can have weekends."

"Generous definition of weekend," He scoffed. "He should take better care of you."

"He makes sure there's food when he comes. And besides, I can take care of myself."

"You shouldn't have to," He said softly, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. His voice was filled with fondness, and you broke his gaze so you could rest your head against his chest again.

"You take care of me," You whispered.

"I could," He whispered. "You deserve to know what it feels like."

There were butterflies in your stomach. You lay like that for another hour, waiting to decide what to do. There was no clear path forward, you knew that much.

"I should go," He murmured. "I have some errands to run before everything closes for the night, and work in the morning."

"What are we going to do?" You said softly, sitting upright.

He sat up too, swinging his legs out of the bed.

"What if this is it?" He replied. "The simplest thing to do would be to leave it here."

"Aaron," You said, your voice breaking. "I couldn't live."

You reached for your phone.

"Can I take a photo of us? So at least I know it wasn't a dream?"

His mind flicked to Penelope, and her incredible capacity for unearthing files from anywhere. Your phone was far from secure, and he just couldn't risk a photo like that ending up somewhere it shouldn't.

He shook his head. "It's too risky. No one should find out about this."

You sighed, looking over at the wall, the last of the day's light filling the room with light, although it was limited to a square in the shape of the window.

You took him by the chin, pulling him gently into the light.

He laughed.

"What?"

"Hell of a metaphor," He said, shaking his head with a small smile.

You raised an eyebrow at him, but he shook his head. You dropped the subject and gestured at his shadow on the wall, the silhouette of his head.

"How about this?"

You leaned into the light, leaving your silhouettes facing each other.

He nodded. "That works."

Careful not to let your phone cast a shadow, you framed the shot and looked at him while he looked at you, both of you fighting back wide smiles. Your phone clicked softly, and you checked to make sure the picture was okay. You nodded and showed it to him. He smiled and kissed your forehead, wrapping an arm around you.

"This isn't going to be easy," He said.

You took one of his hands in both of yours, and looked at him seriously. "I don't need easy. I do need you."

You both sat there for a moment, letting your words hang in the air and permeate your skin.

"God," You breathed. "I can't believe you said what if this is it? I couldn't leave things here. I'd die."

"How about this?" He said, echoing your words from earlier. You followed his gaze as he looked down at his hands. He slipped off his gold wedding ring and placed it on your bedside table.

"My promise this isn't it."

You looked at him, tears forming in your eyes, and nodded.

He took your hands in his, and pressed a kiss to them before enclosing them completely in his.

[reashot]

RWBY And the Ruinous Powers.

Ruby: Oh no it's Salem!

Salem: Ha, ha, ha, ha. I'm going to wipe out all lives on Remnants. And there's nothing you can do about it.

Weiss: There is no way we can beat her. She's can't be destroyed.

Blake: We're doomed... Doomed...

Yang: If only there's someone, anyone that can save us...

Khorne: Have no fear ladies!

Slaneesh: Because we can help you with that.

Tzeentch: And then some with the power of Chaos(tm.)

Nurgle: Observes. Now begone. You female demon... Thing.

Salem: Oh I've been defeated by the awesome power of Chaos(tm.)

Oh I'm melting, melting! What a world...

*slumps to the ground*

Ruby: Yay! Thank you for saving us Chaos Gods!

Blake: We can't possibly defeat Salem all on our own.

Weiss: (especially not with our studio getting canned.)

Yang: Ehh... Can you please tell us more about this Chaos(tm.) Grandpa Nurgle.

Nurgle: Why I'm glad you ask... *looks down* Yang.

Salem: If you need me I'll be in my trailer.

Khorne: Chaos(tm.) is the truth of the world. A primordial force.

By becoming a member it will gives you power beyond your imagination.

Slaneesh: Not only power but also pleasure you cannot hope to dream.

Tzeentch: Also knowledge. Don't forget the knowledge.

If you call now. Our number is 1432-CHAOS-RULZ.

Remember it's 1432-CHAOS-RULZ.

Our great communication team will help you with the transition.

Erebus: Answering phone call is my personal hell. And if you don't call me right away you are actually not doing your part in punishing me. And you don't want me to be happy do you?

Tzeentch: And all it cost is just the low, low price of your immortal soul.

Ruby: Wow I did not know that Chaos(tm.) was so good.

In fact I'm so convinced that I'm becoming a member right now.

By joining Chaos it not only help me with my day to day task. But tear and rend my enemy into unrecognizable bits. And I have Khorne to thank for teaching me to channel my anger into destructive causes.

Blood for the blood God, skull for the skull throne. And Milk for my cookies.

Khorne: *sniffs* I'm so proud.

Weiss: And by joining Chaos. I become a better person. I'm no longer racist towards people who are different to me.

Nurgle help me realize that we are all just a piece of meat of that are slowly rotting away in a cold uncaring universe. And the only solace we can find is with each others.

Nurgle: I couldn't agree more Weiss. I hope we can spread our beliefs to more people that need it.

Blake: With me. I actually become a better writer With Tzeentch helping me with my writing I actually gain 50 new followers by posting a spicy fic. Isn't that right Tzeentchy.

Tzeentch: *thousand yard stare* ... I have forseen many things in my existence and not even I can unsee the thing I saw. I mean I think I can but you will never know.

Yang: With Slaneesh I even done thing I would never have done previously. All the debauchery and all manners of pleasureable thing I done that I can't repeat in polite company... Actually help alot in dealing with my anger issues. Seriously if you can only worship one Chaos God. Then Slaneesh can be considered the best pick.

Slaneesh: Yes... By joining Chaos there is no limit to what you can gain. So what are you waiting for and sign up now!

Caution: Joining Chaos may cause numerous health problems, such as; Blood leaking from every orrifices in your body, new apendages growing, lost of one soul, seeing demons, summoning demons or giving birth to demons and all manners of bodily & spiritual horror. If problems persist please consult your local apothecary to see whether Chaos is right for you.

[katethevampire]

All right so the new episodes just came out like 20 minutes ago for me (oh yeah me from the future here it ended up taking me about 3 hours to finish watching the episodes cuz I kept pausing to write stuff in between so uh yeah lol) so everything under the cut will be my live reaction to everything. I'll add time stamps so you know where I'm at in the episodes. I can guarantee you that I will be sticking to my promise about potentially eating paper if I'm wrong about Sir Pentious not dying. Which honestly now I'm not sure if anyone will die, it was pretty much confirmed in a live stream that angel dust isn't going to be the one to die so my money is on one of the Angels. Also I'm using voice to text and while I'll try and fix any misspellings or wrong words I might miss them.

LOTS OF SWEARING PROBABLY also I very much abuse capslock

EPISODE 7

00:51- I love Sir Pentious looking at Keke I just thought I should mention that

01:03- OH MY GOD NO KEKE MOVED TO HIS LAP AND HE'S PETTING HER I LOVE HIM SM

01:10 aw Alastor was sleepy you guys woke him up!

01:22- I CAN'T EVEN APPRECIATE RAZZLE AND DAZZLE BEING CUTE CHARLIE IS CRYING

01:29- he did the gay little hand thing

01:50- okay so I've already seen this part because of the small leak but I cannot get over the fact that Alastor has his shoes on the bed!! Like man take those off you're getting it dirty!!!!

01:59- mfs kicking his feet on the bed acting like a high school girl about to ask out her crush on the phone at a sleepover like dude you're a serial killer you can't do this to me 😭 also I should probably slow down cuz I'm making an update literally every 2 seconds

02:18 BROS CHECKING HIS NAILS AND DOING THAT POSE WHILE MAKING FUN OF HER ABOUT THE FACT THAT SHE UNINTENTIONALLY MIGHT HAVE CAUSED THE DEATHS OF MILLIONS 💀💀💀 so fruity i love

2:33- Alasto be like "it's called masking deary. Ever heard of it?"

2:44- if he wasn't saying this in such an evil manner right now I'd be saying he's so me frfr

3:07- what do I even say to that line. He popped off but also like respectfully I think I've heard a third grader say the exact same thing

3:53- OKAY SO I WAS GOING TO SAY SOMETHING BUT I'VE COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN LOOK AT THIS FRAME, this could easily be the profile picture for someone's film review channel and I'm not 100% sure that people will understand what I mean by that unless you know a very specific person

04:38- Alastor is in his hat man era

4:33- okay so a few things, thank you subtitles for telling me that the music is edgy I feel like just the word tense would have worked on its own but I appreciate it nonetheless. Number two, I don't like seeing the girlies be mad at each other :(

05:34 I will support my boy Sir Pentious through and through he did nothing wrong!!

06:54- not the voice I was expecting for Rosie but pop up Queen she speaks the truth

07:24- ROSIE KNOWS WHAT YOU ARE ALASTOR. Also his confusion, I love him so much

11:04- she's kind of like that one Pokemon

Ad time!- I DON'T CARE ABOUT VITAMIN PILLS THAT DOUBLE MY LIFESPAN

11:13- catabettes! Cannibals and catabettes!!! This is going into my vocabulary from now on. Also this frame that I paused at I love her face.

11:57- ugh, susan. All my homies hate Susan

12:54- I have a dream, I'm here to cause a scandal in the cannibal square

13:37- :( well it wasn't obvious to me I just thought the x over the eye was to look cool :(

14:35- SONG FUCK YEAH

15:26 If this song came out years ago I know for a fact there would have been an undertale parody version of it. Also I just got a cosmic brownie and some chocolate milk let's go guys we're eating good tonight

16:00 HOLY FUCKING SHIT SHE CAN JUST GROW BACK HER WINGS

16:30- therapist Rosie is not something I thought I'd be seeing today but honestly I love it. Also I don't think I'm going to be able to finish these episodes today because I'm only a little over 15 minutes through and I've been watching for like almost over half an hour and also I just realized that what if Lucifer is the one that dies?

18:12 ALASTOR GAVE HER HIS MICROPHONE I'M GOING TO EXPLODE INTO A BAJILLION CRYING PIECES RAHHHHHH

19:38 I'm going crazy I'm going insane right now bro literally what how I don't know what to say I love this act I don't know, it's just really good I don't know what to say like this is cool I don't I DON'T KNOW! IT'S I I LIKE IT everybody in cannibal town is cool and I like them and it's like 10 seconds later now and they're literally So based like free food like so me I don't know I'm just rambling at this point

20:56 ALASTOR AND ROSIE'S LITTLE DANCE THEIR LITTLE TIPPY TAPS OH MY GOD YES

21:06- alastor, you know it's not right to make someone your political puppet. Your little dances are cute though so I'll allow it for now.

I don't know why it thought I was speaking Spanish for a second but anyways that episode was really cute and good and I liked it but I'm also scared for the next episode cuz like now I'm wondering is someone actually going to die or were people just lying. I feel like either Adam is going to be the one to die or it's going to be Lucifer cuz they mentioned a lot in the previous episode about how Charlie needs to take up the throne and get ready to take her place on the throne like why does she need to take her place on the throne? Isn't that her dad's job??? Please don't kill Lucifer off please please please 🙏 also I'm still not on board and probably will never will be on the whole political puppet thing. Like I just know I just have a feeling in my bones that alastor's favor is going to be something like "Let me be the ruler of hell lololol" or something anyways

EPISODE 8

01:01-Why are you watching other men get fucked?🤨 (/j)

01:19 🥺 I love 🥺 I oove him so 🥺 so much 🥺🥺🥺 does he have a spatula like spongebob

02:02- wait so how is Vox watching them like does he have bug cameras in the air like those little guys in v3 (woah now I have to put a Danganronpa spoiler on this)

03:42 SOFT ALASTOR FANFICTION WRITERS QUICK WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN!!!

04:18- I'm not even the biggest huskerdust shipper but awwwww also I don't ship him with anyone but I just want to see Sir Pentious happy pleaseeee also the little Melody of loser baby in the background

04:48- ugh I am clutching my heart right now Sir Pentious is my SON and I LOVE HIM

04:58- what the fuck that ao3 tag was canon this WHOLE TIME???? WHEN DID YOU GUYS HEAR ABOUT THIS?????

05:05- I told you angel dust wasn't going to die

05:38- it's like the song but different! Reprise it's called a reprise also is Mimzy gonna come back

07:15- Vox, you know that you guys are going to die if they lose too right?

Okay I can't timestamp this cuz I'll just be pausing every 2 seconds but just know that everything I'm saying after this is from 07:52 to whatever number I put after later right here->09:47

Okay, so this might be a weird comparison but you know like My Little pony Battle scenes? This feels like that in the very best way possible where they have the scenes with all the different characters fighting with the different music.

Oh my God yes Cherry bomb and angel dust I love them also that was a fire transition also I JUST NOTICED THAT SIR PENTIOUS HAT ALSO HAS THE EYE DOES HE JUST HAVE I HATS FOR EVERY OCCASION

Uh oh Adams angry he's going to do a my hero academia

Oh shit it actually worked that's not good.

I TOLD YOU I CALLED IT VOX IS HORNY

Oh my God that is such a cool shot guys someone should make that frame of Alastor their computer background

OH MY GOD WHOEVER ANIMATED THAT SCENE I LOVE YOU I'M LITERALLY GIVING YOU A METAPHORICAL KISS ON THE MOUTH IN THE PLATONIC SENSE ALASTOR LOOKED SO COOL

Guys I think Adam's going to die

😨 okay so Alastor's microphone just broke and I paused it to add that emoji but as I did the people I live with got home so I'm going to have to pause it for there? I'll update if I get prime working on my phone. Also isn't alastor's microphone alive? Maybe that's the character that died.

Update: all right I got it set up on my phone about 30 minutes later now we're resuming

09:47- okay so I think it's interesting that Alastor pretty much lost all his powers as soon as his microphone broke, my guess is probably that whoever has his soul (lilith, eve, or anyone else) gave the mic to him.

09:53- I like the detail that Alastor is still smiling even though he literally just got slammed against the wall, also Vox has the biggest hate boner for Alastor like

10:02- Alastor: "Have to disagree with you there, radio's not dead." Hun you are bleeding out I'm sorry but I don't think you can gaslight girlboss your way out of this one, also I'm sorry to tell you but the only thing they play on my local radio station now besides music is like, a show that's only on at like 7 in the morning where people call to complain about how their husband wraps Christmas presents

10:38- haha silly also EGGS!!

10:43- NO WAIT MY BRAIN DIDN'T REGISTER THAT THAT EGG WAS CRACKED THEY KILLED THE FUCKING EGG!!!!!! Angel, kill them.

11:12- no no no Sir Pentious you better not I don't want to eat paper

11:21- good for him

11:44- NO GOD DAMN IT PLEASE HAVE A REVEAL THAT ALASTOR OR LUCIFER OR SOMEONE ELSE SAVED HIM PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏 I AM BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES

12:03- okay this is really cool but is he actually dead cuz I'll legitimately be really sad if so

12:50- *that one vine* "*gasp* Adam."

13:23- KILL HIS ASS CHARLIE

14:12 yes Vaggie, queen shit

SIR PENTIOUS ARE YOU DEAD /J OR /SRS?????

14:35 I KNEW IT I KNOW HE WAS GOING TO COME BACK I MEAN I GOT KIND OF SPOILED CUZ I I SAW THE COVER OF THE EPISODE BUT WOAH 10/10 ENTRANCE

14:44- gasp! His face!

15:00- he is, so stupid. I love him.

15:51-okay I went quiet for a minute cuz there were so much happening but oh my God what do I even say this is just so cool also I don't know if this is intentional or not but the blood stain on Charlie's hair is shaped like an apple

16:34- NIFFTY RAHHHHHHH

17:08- wait okay I had a brief thought that maybe lute was actually Eve but I think I'm wrong on that

17:13- Sir Pentious would've liked pancakes :((((((

Ad Time! I don't care about hard Rock Cafe I just want to know whether or not Sir Pentious is actually dead please I'm going through all the stages of grief right now and Brandan Rogers just came on my screen as Katie killjoy please

18:04- Keke :(

Oh my God they're going to find him in the rubble right? ... Right?? Right guys right???????

18:10- fat nuggets survived that's good I see a rock that looks suspiciously shaped like Sir Pentious military hat whoa guys I wonder if that means anything and it looks like it's up like someone is standing? Whoa I wonder if they'll check behind that rock please

18:16- wait is he actually dead I'm genuinely about to cry

19:16- I am not crying about his death until the episode ends I am not crying until it is 100% CONFIRMED that he died

20:50- omg alastor's alive, he's in his Jack's skeleton era that means that maybe Sir Pentious is also-

21:08- friends :) he said friends just saying

22:04- I TOLD YOU I FUCKING TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU THAT BY DYING IT WAS JUST A CHARACTER BEING REDEEMED I TOLD YOU I'M SO SMART I'M NOT EATING PAPER HAHAHAHAHA I'M THE GREATEST MAN ALIVE HE'S NOT DEAD MY SNAKE BOY ISN'T DEAD HOW DID I GET SO ATTACHED TO HIM I DON'T KNOW BUT I LOVE HIM YES I CAN'T EXPRESS MY EMOTIONS RIGHT NOW I'M GENUINELY SO HAPPY THIS IS WHY THIS IS WHY I WAITED UNTIL THE VERY END TO CRY ABOUT HIM I KNEW HE WASN'T GOING TO BE DEAD THEY WOULDN'T KILL HIM OFF THEY WOULDN'T KILL MY SNAKE BOY OFF JUST LIKE THAT

22:34- you're telling me Lilith was just doing hot girl shit on the beach for 7 years.

[sysakiddo]

5 times Lewis confronted Sebastian about his writing and one time he did not have to

1.

“You're not even listening to me.” Lewis, for lack of a better word, whines. He has a deep crease between his eyebrows. Sebastian wants to tell him the wrinkle will stay there, just to see him panic. Though he manages to hide it, Lewis is really vain sometimes. 

“I'm kind of busy at the moment.” No apology. “You were saying?” 

The room is too hot and sticky for Sebastian to play mind games with Lewis. He wants to be alone and count down the minutes to when he can take a cold bath. 

Suddenly, Lewis moves quickly, soundlessly. He likes to remind Sebastian he is a cheetah, with or without a car. 

Sebastian does not manage to hide the tab he had opened. As a rule, these days, he is not fast enough. 

“Seriously, Seb? The Times crossword is more important than what I'm telling you?” 

“I would never dream of saying you're not the most important thing in the world.” the blond huffs, feeling mean now. 

He is very obviously fishing for a reaction and Lewis knows it. From previous experiences, he also knows the fight would not bring him any gratification. He smiles tightly instead, sitting down on the couch. 

Sebastian glares at him, hating how Lewis looks like he belongs there. Like there is no place where he belongs more than on the couch in Seb's driver's room. 

“I finally read your book. The one about the spies, Burning Snow?” he clarifies as if Sebastian doesn't know the plot and names of his own books. 

And look, Sebastian is still mad at whoever leaked his identity to the press. It is more than a month since the whole world discovered that he, Sebastian Vettel, four times world champion, is also an acclaimed author. He published all of his books under a pseudonym, which worked pretty well. Until now. 

The people in the paddock took it in stride. Out of them, who looked like they could write a book that became a bestseller long before his identity had been revealed? The bee rescuer is the only one fit for the job. 

Valterri was the first to go through the bulk of his publications, three novels and one book for kids. 

Your writing is pretty good. Maybe you should try and publish it someday :) 

The text from Valterri after he finished made him huff, but deep down, something in his chest had eased. 

Lewis, however, was weirdly evasive on the topic. He was apprehensive about reading any of Seb's work and only got to it when Valterri left all of the books on his desk, with a post-it note on the top. 

READ IT!!!

Immediately after finishing the first chapter of the first novel, he regretted not starting earlier. Uncovering the similarities between the side characters and the people in the paddock was a lot of fun. It felt like an intimate look into the story that Seb's readers wouldn't normally get. One of the characters, the one who actually holds the key to the climax of the story and is far more important than the reader would have thought at first, is based on him, he thinks. Lewis only puts it together at the end. It's the way the character's dialogues are written that gives it away. He thinks it fascinating to find out how Sebastian privately perceives him. He describes him with great detail, things that Lewis wouldn't think to notice about him even. The thought of being so closely watched makes the top of his ears heat up. 

Now, Sebastian is watching him, unimpressed. “You can read?” 

Lewis keeps ignoring him - it works most of the time. “My favourite was Thomas, naturally.” 

The top of Seb's cheeks turns bright red.  “N-narcissist.” He tries to keep his composure, shaking his head a little. The stutter exposes him and Lewis smirks like he has just won. And his trophy is sitting on a stool in front of him. 

“Well, I gotta run now. I'll come back with a review of book number two!” 

Seb is too overwhelmed to react before Lewis slips out of the door. He sighs, returning to his crossword.

2.

The next time Seb sees Lewis, he curses the way his heart flutters in his chest when he sees his smile. 

“I tried the recipe, you know,” Lewis lets his hand linger on Seb's forearm as he stops him in his stride. They are both rushing to get to the debrief on time. Lewis does not care. 

At Seb's quizzical face, he puckers his lips a little in annoyance. “The one from Freedom to Pheasants; what Matilda used to offer her cousins when they came over. I, of course, used soya yoghurt and I still had a little bit of the honey you gave me-” Seb opens his mouth to interrupt him but does not succeed. “I used almond butter and cherries instead of raspberries and let it freeze for a few hours. Why didn't you tell me sooner? It is delicious.” 

“We really have to go, guys.” the intern standing beside them looks like he regretted taking this job and would rather jump off the cliff than listen about frozen yoghurt treats for another minute. 

“Did you like it? The book, I mean.” Seb asked, feeling like a kid asking for compliments on his drawing. He regrets it almost immediately. Lewis flashes him a big smile, open and sincere, the sight only a few people are graced with. 

“Yeah, man. The dialogues were spectacular.” 

When Seb opens the freezer in his motorhome a few hours later, he is taken aback by a small white box with a sharpie-drawn smiley on top. When he opens it, five perfectly symmetrical yoghurt bites punch the air out of his lungs, like he missed a stair. With shaky hands, he fishes out one and takes a bite. The aftertaste of honey in his mouth makes his eyes water. 

3.

“Seb! Seb! Sebastian!” the whispering grows louder with each call of his name and Sebastian feels himself getting pulled out of the slumber. He groans loud enough for the woman sitting next to him, someone from McLaren's marketing team, to glare at him. 

“What?” he snaps at Lewis, the other man taken aback. He doesn't expect to see the dark circles under Seb's eyes, his ashen skin looking almost white. 

He gulps, worry bubbling in his chest. “Care to join me for dinner?” 

The German sighs, hunching in his chair even more. He jerks his shoulders, which Lewis takes as an affirmative response. 

A few hours later, every corner of Lewis' apartment is filled with quiet music. Seb is watching his every move from the bar stool in his kitchen. Lewis feels weirdly exposed like that, chopping onions for their dinner, even though it isn't the first time he has made dinner for Sebastian. Not by a long shot. 

“Daniel must have been thrilled,” he cuts the silence abruptly. Seb doesn't understand and makes a go-ahead gesture with his hand. “When he found out you based the main character on him, I mean.” 

“Oh,” Sebastian smiles bashfully. “You've read This room can not be eaten?” 

Lewis nods. The book for kids took him the shortest to read, naturally. To his bewilderment, he enjoyed it a lot. After he had finished, he immediately bought a copy for every kid in his family. 

“I don't think Daniel had realised Rick is based on him, actually.” Seb chuckles, his eyes lighting up in joy. 

Sebastian starfishes on the couch after they finish eating. Lewis pours them a second glass of wine and sits down next to him. Carefully, carefully. 

The German looks better after eating, though he still very clearly lacks energy. Lewis turns on the television, mainly as the white noise. 

He falls asleep in no time, and Lewis stands up to put the fluffiest blanket on him. He makes sure both his shoulders are covered, hesitating a bit before brushing the stray strands of hair out of his forehead. 

When he sits down, Sebastian whines softly and puts his cold feet under Lewis' thighs. 

Lewis lets himself hope. 

4.

The next time they see each other, Lewis is a few drinks in, talking a little louder than he usually would. Seb finds him laughing in a circle of a few of their friends. He is like a magnet, though he never fully realised how much power he holds in a crowd of people. 

“Birthday boy!” Seb beams at Charles, hugging him firmly. He already congratulated him this morning with a gift and a proper speech. Now, it's time to clink his glass with him, which, he personally thinks, is too old to do properly. 

Either way, he lets himself get lost in the conversation. Charles, Lewis and Daniel make it easy for the debate to flow without his input. 

“Oh, Seb, I almost forgot! Arthur told me to tell you he loved When I Was Older! He wanted to know if it would be okay to ask you some questions later.” 

The attention shifts to Seb after Charles' words. Stupidly, he can feel his cheeks flush. “Eh, thank you. I appreciate that. Sure, send him my way when you see him.” 

“He kept talking about the plot twist for days. I still haven't finished the first one - I'm sorry, I'm such a slow reader - but yeah, Arthur thinks the sequel is even better.” 

Lewis snorts. Charles whips his head towards him, surprised. The same goes for Sebastian. Sure, the reviews for the second book in the spies series were mixed. But he thought the bad reviews were biased - the book came out at the same time his alias got revealed. 

“You did not like it?” Charles asks naively. He hasn't been sober for hours now. 

The Brit looks affronted by the idea of liking the book. “I hated it.” he spits and, yeah. Sebastian is shocked at just how much those words hurt. He has no resources to hide it, so instead, he bares his teeth in a leering smile. 

To his great surprise, Daniel joins in. “Well, of course, what Thomas did was questionable, but that made the plot twist even better.” 

Lewis is not buying what Daniel is selling. “Nah, it was stupid and made no sense, man. Why would Thomas betray his lover if-” If he is based on me. He almost blurted it out, thankfully cutting himself off before he could do something he would regret. 

Still, Sebastian averts his gaze, bashful. The tension in the air is tangible and Charles, not wired to understand bad vibes, as he calls it, asks him another question. 

“Are you working on something now?” 

Seb looks at Lewis when he lies through his teeth. “No. I think I'm quite done.” 

5.

That's the reason why, three weeks after the party, when Lewis sees a post on his insta feed with Seb's picture and BOOK ALERT in big red letters, he clicks on it. He is doubtful at first, but then it turns out that, yes, Sebastian really published a new book during the winter break. It is a poetry experiment, explains Seb himself in the interview Lewis reads through. 

Unexplainably, his hands shake as he tries to google a page where he can buy the poetry collection. When he finally finds it, he curses. Seb wrote a poetry book in fucking German. 

He has no shame and immediately calls him to ask about the translation. 

“No, I do not think it will get translated.” Seb is wary. “Why?” 

“I would like to read it, that's all.” 

Seb snorts, can't help himself. Why would you want to read it if you hate my writing so much.

“Well,” he says instead. “I've told you a long time ago German could be useful.” 

Lewis pays big bucks to the publishing house to make the translation happen in the shortest time possible. He makes sure Sebastian has no idea he is the one who pushes for the English translation and pays off everyone, so it stays that way. 

Out of all places, they are in the aeroplane when it all falls apart. 

Sebastian is returning from the bathroom when he notices what Lewis is holding. 

“Jesus, don't read that around me.”

“Why?” Lewis asks. “You don't have to be weird about it. It's great.” Lewis wouldn't say he is a poetry guy by any means. But there is something about Sebastian's words that curl off pages, sticking like caramel and breezing through his chest like a breath of fresh air. Sebastian's poetry is shockingly emotional, exposing his feelings with a sort of bravery Lewis has never felt. Most of them are reflections, sweet or poignant. Lewis can clearly see the inspiration from the Swiss nature, and the relationship with his family. It's beautiful. 

Yet the ones that cut through his heart like a burning knife are the heartbreaking stanzas of unrequited love. And even though Seb states that not all poems are inspired by a personal experience in the prologue, Lewis knows poems like these cannot be fabricated. The one he's stuck on at the moment, Absolution, makes Lewis a bit dizzy. 

In the seat across from him, Sebastian shrugs. “If you say so.” 

“I mean, these love poems, man. They must have broken your heart. How come you've never told me?” 

The pronouns sit awkwardly on his tongue, and he watches Seb squirm a bit. 

“It did not feel like there was something to talk about. It would - I don't think it could ever work between-” he pauses, hauling a slow breath through his nose. He rubs his eyes with his right hand like always when he is agitated. He also forgets to use the eyedrops for his dry eyes;  Lewis usually has to remind him. “Between him and me, I guess. I could never be the one for him.” He trips over his words.

Lewis blinks, feeling all turned out. He tries to process the words that feel too much like a confession to him. 

“I doubt that, Seb.” He says earnestly. “I doubt anyone would find you anything but-” Perfect. 

Sebastian interrupts him, a painful grimace on his face. “Just - just stop.” Suddenly, he looks exhausted and resigned all at once. “You must know, Lewis.” 

Seb is not looking at him and misses the look of utter shock on his  face. “Me?” Lewis feels like there is cotton in the back of his mouth. “But- But I-” 

“You what?” snaps Sebastian, his face closed off now. He managed to build his walls high enough that it took more than a little love confession to make them crumble. 

Lewis' head spins. There is just no way, no way that Sebastian could wax poetic about him. It's hard to breathe, and his face turns splotchy red. 

“But you've never told me. Or reacted when I tried -” 

“Oh, trust me, Lewis, I would have noticed if you had tried.” 

“Sebastian.” he says, his voice breaking with the possibilities flashing through his mind. Sebastian is brave and he can be, too. “I have loved you for years.” 

Now it's Seb's turn to look shocked. “But- You always-” he stutters, unable to finish. 

“Come here,” Lewis beacons him over and Seb sits down next to him without hesitation. Lewis leans in and caresses Seb's cheek with his right hand. “You are very silly,” he presses their lips together and the feeling of Seb relaxing completely under him makes Lewis' fingers tingly. 

+1 

“Hurry up!” Sebastian is wearing an atrocious old flannel shirt. Lewis swears he has put it in the 'donate' cabinet twice already, yet it always finds its way back. 

He walks to the table where Seb sits, a big red box in front of him. “Open it,” he instructs and Lewis opens the lid. 

“I wanted you to be the first to hold it.” 

Lewis takes out the brand-new book in awe. When he opens it, the pages smell so good he closes his eyes for a second. He flips the pages until he finds what he is looking for. The dedication says: 

Love, I've seen it all. I've seen the sunrises in Africa, the sunsets in Asia. The sun shining on the Mediterranean, the snow melting in the Alps. I've seen fireworks meant just for me, the beauty of the never-ending road. Seeing you smile beats them all. 

For Lewis.

[haywire-hetfield]

Hi can you please do a pairing with James and Kirk? I don't think there is a story ever with these two involved together. Numbers 3 and 27? Thank you

Sure

Send me a number along with a pairing (or leave it to dealers choice) and I'll write you a snippet (500 words or less)

3) "I want to ruin you."

27) "Don't stop. God, I'm so close."

“Oh, fuck. That feels so good,” James murmured out. His head was tilted back as he sat next to Kirk on the couch. His shorts had found their way to the floor a while ago, leaving his bare legs spread. Kirk’s hand was between his thighs, stroking him methodically. It was rare that they got enough alone time for this and they were taking full advantage of the time they did have. 

James was always vocal, although he tried to silence himself when they had the risk of being heard. Now that they were alone, he wasn’t holding anything back. He had to be getting close to the edge by now. Kirk had done this enough times to know the signs to look for. James was squirming around more, cock leaking profusely and easing the slide of Kirk’s hand. 

“You sound so beautiful,” Kirk complimented, stroking him faster. His wrist twisted every time he got close to the head, making James’ legs twitch harshly. He could tell it was overwhelming the blonde, but he never made any signs that it was too much. James choked out a cry when Kirk stopped moving his hand, sounding downright pathetic. 

“Don’t stop. God, I’m so close. Please,” James rambled, trying desperately to rock into his hand. It was no use, though. Kirk was just smiling at him, hand held still. “Please, Kirk. Don’t stop,” He tried again, though begging wasn’t what Kirk was looking for. Not today anyway. 

“I want to ruin you,” Kirk told him simply and he reveled in how James’ breath caught in his throat. He loved getting these types of reactions, especially from James. “I want to make you cry before you get off. I want you sobbing and moaning for me,” He took mercy on him then, beginning to touch him once again. 

“Anything you want,” James agreed. He was just grateful Kirk was stroking him again, hips rocking up into his hand harshly. He was so close, he just needed a bit more. Kirk’s thumb rubbed over the sensitive head and it drew a deep moan from James. Immediately, Kirk stopped touching him, pulling his hand away entirely. James’ hips humped against nothing for a moment, seeking that touch again. “Please, Kirk. I need it so bad,” He sounded close to crying and Kirk hoped he actually would.  “I know. It just feels so good, doesn’t it?” Kirk asked, voice dripping with teasing. James gave a small nod, looking at him with wide eyes. He knew the other was silently pleading for more. “You need to learn to be patient,” Kirk told him as he reached back out to stroke him again. He knew he wasn’t going to make James come this time around either and he had a feeling they both knew that. Despite that knowledge, James still had a hopeful look on his face and Kirk knew he would ruin him by the end of it all. And James would love every second of it.

[controlcontour]

Hypno asks before DnD, eh?

You know, there is so much in DnD that intrigues the hypnofetishist.

Spells like Charm Person, Calm Emotions, Command, Dominate, Mind Control, Modify Memory, Hypnotic Pattern…

I wonder what it would feel like to have your DM look at you and say

“Make a wisdom saving throw”

To be locked by their gaze, unable to look away, your hand rolling on its own, briefly looking down

And seeing a natural 1.

And realizing only too late that you’re not playing a character at all. That your DM is controlling *you*

How good would that feel to have your will subsumed by another?

To become curiously friendly. To obey a one-word command. To feel every word they say sink deep into your mind and become indistinguishable from your thoughts. To stare blankly at a dazzling, colorful array hanging in midair.

Be honest. You want to fail. Because failure makes for a more interesting game.

I sooo want a tist to DM one of my games, even if it's just a one on one session - or if I'm the only sub there. Putting me into trance throughout the duration of the session.

"Roll for wisdom." my DM says smoothly, their voice calm and soft. Lulling, even. I can't tear my eyes away from how the light is shining on the dice - it's so pretty - but I can tell that the other party members aren't affected. They're all watching me - intrigued and amused.

Though my entire body feels so...so relaxed and heavy, and I can't lift my chin from my chest, I manage to raise my hand from my lap and grab what I...think is the right dice. They're all so shiny and pretty to look at. Besides, it had a big number - six! That was practically 20, right?

"You didn't even roll the right dice, toy," the DM chuckles. Bemused smiles cross my fellow DnD player's faces. "It doesn't matter, it's a nat 1. And with your wisdom modifier being negative 3, you feel your wisdom drop."

No, that can't be right. Wasn't I playing a highly intellectual wizarrrrr...? My thoughts leak out as my eyes start to roll in the back of my head, my eyelids fluttering

"Yes, that's right, feel every last thought drain out of your mind. It leaks out of your brain stem, through your torso, and into your even more so-throbbing boy clit..."

I didn't notice it until now, but I had been squirming in my seat. Despite the fact I was wearing black skinny jeans, there was an obvious wet spot already formed between my legs. When did that happen?

My blue eyes roll back further as my back arches out of the chair, my hips bucking slightly. The rest of the thoughts drain into my pussy, making me wetter and hornier. I can only listen, now. Absorb what is being put into my subconscious.

"Toy, roll for charisma," the DM chides. "No, not that dice, the other-- no, the other-other one. Good boy," he hums as I finally grab the d20 and fling it across the table, not in too good of control of my actions at the moment as I feel my enlarged clit rub against the fabric of my boxer briefs. Fuck, this is why I don't shave down there - for extra comfort . Wait, when DID I shave down there?

Oh! Right! One of the party members performed entangle on me last session and shaved me, duh! They said good toys should have as much access to their clits as possible!

"An 18! Good boy!" The master...er, party member to my left congratulates me by gripping my upper thigh, then looking at my character sheet. "Not to mention your plus three modifer! Do you know what that makes it?" They send a knowing glance to the DM, grinning.

"If you get this right, I'll let you touch yourself, toy," Dungeon Master smiles.

My eyes momentarily come back to focus at this promise. I try desperately to solve the simple addition problem. Eighteen plus three...both of those numbers kind of look like boobs. Hehe, my boobs are aching from pleasure... Without thinking about it, I reach under my shirt and push my binder up, just high enough so my boobs will fall out of it. Without thinking, I don't pull my shirt back down, leaving me exposed. This will help me think!

But of course the more I try and think, the more thoughts drain into my vagina, making my clit throb harder.

"I. uh...UH...Ahh...ahhh...AHHH...." The moaning becomes more intense. I don't even remember what the question was. My eyes roll to the back of my head as drool drips out of my open mouth and down my chin, onto my newly exposed breasts.

I'm only slightly aware of some of the other party members chuckling, and the others taking videos and pictures of me. It makes me feel good. I hope they'll send them to me so I can post them on Tumblr and show my masters and mistresses what a good toy I am.

"That's okay, toy. I never said anything about anyone else touching you," Dungeon Master chuckled. "And the important thing is, you passed your charisma roll, meaning you get to strip for all of us."

I slowly push my chair away from the table, standing in a trance-like state.

"Yes, Dungeon Master..." These words come out clear, yet monotone.

"Don't forget you were rolling to seduce," one of the party members called.

"Must...seduce..."

I walk to a corner of the room, where I'm sure everyone can see me. A couple more party members pull out their phones. Good. I'm briefly aware of my nipples hardening at the sight of this.

At the time, I'm still under the assumption I'm a virgin, and don't know anything in the acts of seduction, but do my best to be as sexy as possible as I strip naked.

I bend over and untie my shoes, kicking them off, making a big show of moving my hands up the back of my legs to explore the curves of the ass that the testosterone has given me.

I tug my binder back down, feeling my hips and caressing my sides as I pull off my shirt, which had since slipped back down over my perk breasts. I toss the shirt over my shoulder. It lands in one of the party member's laps. She whistles.

As I finish stripping off my undergarments, the DM catches the party member's attention once more.

"Each of you roll for persuasion... whoever has the highest number gets to use our toy first."

[yes-divine-ruler]

Boy Next Door

Part 14: Who Was She?

pairing: alex (from adult world) x fem!reader

Taglist/ @v-love @evanpetersfav @demxnicprxncess @kitwalkersgfff @quicksilversg1rl @iruzias @alexxavicry @soaringcloud @laynna-mcknight @humdrumexistence @simp4petermaximoff @evan4ever @paujmr @jangsuzchap @meganxfox @fuckedbykai

cw: fluff <3

wc: 1.15k (short one 🫠)

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"Alex?"

I stood at the door of my apartment, peering inside with a big frown on my face. The adrenaline of the almost fire had worn off, but dealing with the aftermath had only just begun.

"Hm?" Alex was standing in my kitchen, his hands on his hips as he looked up at the black smoke damage that scarred the ceiling.

I bit my lip, dreading what was doing to happen now that my kitchen wasn't functional, and I was still covered in soot.

"When do you think Dan will get here?" Dan was our landlord, and long-time friend of my father's. I knew these repairs wouldn't be cheap, and I wasn't looking forward to having to tell my parents about it.

It still hadn’t left my mind that I saw Alex with another girl at the door of his apartment, and although he wasn't technically doing anything wrong, I wondered why he did it. It hurt but I tried to conceal that behind a tight lipped smile.

"Probably never, he's always so slack. Didn't help much when my toilet was leaking,"

"Well that's reassuring."

I passed by my reflection in the mirror by the entryway and almost had a heart attack. Confronting Alex would have to wait for later.

"Did you want to shower?"

"Yeah, I'm going now," I was blunt, and my tone was flat but i don't think he sensed it. Alex's eyes sparkled and a sly smile crept up onto his face.

"Would-"

I knew what he was going to say, and cut him off with a hand to his chest and a shy nod. Maybe I was mad, but having the comfort right now wasn't something I could pass up on.

"I'll help you get all that soot off your face- you remind me of the Susuwatari," I pretended I knew what that meant and offered him a small smile, taking his hand as he offered it and followed him into my bathroom.

I was quick to rid of my clothes, not caring much about being stark naked in front of Alex now that he'd seen me like this a number of times now. It was the first time I'd be seeing him though, with nothing on, and the thought made my stomach twist in knots.

I got in the water almost immediately, and watched the tiled floor as char-coloured water disappeared down the drain. The water felt good on my skin, and I was already feeling like I had a clearer mind.

My eyes were closed when Alex decided to join me, and he placed a hand steadily on my hip as I rinsed my hair. His fingertips left goosebumps across my skin and it never ceased to make me feel flustered.

"Let's see your face,"

I turned around to face him, my eyelashes wet with water and my eyelids heavy. I'd be stupid to say I wasn't exhausted.

Alex's eyebrows furrowed in concentration and his bottom lip wedged between his teeth as he worked a flannel across my face, wiping off the soot with intricacy. I melted under his touch, soaking in the softness of his fingertips.

Without thinking he’d realise, I took a glance downwards, and I was more than impressed by what I saw.

"Are you looking at my dick?"

Alex chuckled when my face started to burn red.

"No asshole,"

"It looked like you did,"

"Shut up."

"Okay, well.. can I wash your hair?"

It felt so nice as his fingers massaged my head. Id never had someone pay such close attention to me, or look after me the way he did. That girl was ruining my moment.

"Who was she?"

Alex looked at me with wide eyes that were glazed over in confusion, until something finally clicked and his lips curved down into a frown. My heart dropped.

"I'll be honest with you, just don't get mad okay?"

Usually when someone says that they're about to say something gut wrenching. I nodded to encourage him to continue, not being able to muster any words.

"I was scared, of commitment, of being so deep into something that I had to rely on someone else. I invited her over, to smoke, and then.." I held my breath.

"I asked her to leave. I couldn't even stand the thought of being in a room alone with another girl, and now, I'm royally fucked."

It wasn't the most romantic confession, but my heart still skipped a beat.

"Why did you feel like you had to invite someone over? That's kinda dumb isn't it?"

"I am dumb, I'm dumb for thinking that I shouldn't just go for it and commit to someone I know likes me, for me."

"Is that me you're talking about?"

Alex's face lit up into a smile and be wrapped his arms around me. Our bare bodies pressed together as my head nestled into his shoulder.

"Now you're being dumb, obviously it's you."

I looked up at him and grabbed his face in both hands before bringing his face down to mine. He kissed me so passionately I wasn't sure I could keep my footing. He held me like he was scared of letting me go.

When he pulled away he kissed my nose.

"I realised something when I was petrified of losing you that I want to be with you, for real, like... boyfriend and girlfriend type shit."

"Is that your way of asking me?"

"Okay," Alex took a deep breath, "will you, Y/N, be my girlfriend, officially."

I smiled and hugged him again, kissing his neck where my head was.

"I'd love to," I was feeling so warm and fuzzy inside I almost had to turn down the temperature of the water.

Alex and I got out, and I realised I only had one towel in my bathroom. He stood naked as I wrapped my towel around myself and ran to get him another one.

He sped back to his apartment afterwards to get changed, giving me time to change and stare at my black ceiling. I couldn't get over the fact that a mere hour ago I was crying over him and now I was his girlfriend.

“I’m baaaack!”

Every time I laid eyes on Alex he just looked so cosy and warm, especially in his black sweats and socks. He pulled me gently by the arm in a rush to get me into bed, and when we finally laid down, my eyes fell closed. His hand combed soothingly through my hair as my head laid in his warm chest, and regardless of what happened today, there was no place I’d rather be than here.

“You must be exhausted,” Alex whispered in my hair, placing a small kiss on my temple. I smiled lazily against him, and wrapped an arm tightly around his torso.

“Are you okay?”

“Shut up, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Oh shit, sorry, goodnight.”

[napollya-inspiration]

69 for the Spotify drabbles haha

#69 on my 2023 Spotify Wrapped is Glitch by Taylor Swift (there’s a number of ways to interpret this song - this is just how I see it)

(send me a number between 1-100 and I'll write a drabble about the corresponding song on my 2023 Spotify Wrapped)

15 25 46

There’s a way in which Napoleon understands the world to work. He understands that when he leaves a popstar’s or a model’s or an actress’ house and someone takes a picture, it will drive the interest in his life up. He knows that when he has a movie coming out and he picks a woman to be seen with, the tabloids are going to make fun of him but write about him all the same. He understands that it doesn’t matter what filth they choose to describe him with - especially since he’s come out - it only drives the interest in his name. So, he did it. Oh, he had fun doing it, too. But lately, the whole system seems to be breaking down.

You see, it’s a Friday night and he’s cooked an elaborate meal for two with no desire to go out. He’s not itching for the next beautiful thing in his bed. No, he wants Illya to look at him, wants to hear the plot to his new novel only so they can pick it apart together. He wants to see if he can find the part that makes the tips of Illya’s ears go red as he mumbles something about it being inspired by something that Napoleon had said or done.

He’d met Illya by accident as he’d ducked into his local bookshop to grab something to read during his upcoming press tour. Everything had been as always but then there he’d been. And nothing had ever been the same again.

Oh, Napoleon had fully intended to get him ‘out of his system’. But then he’d been drawn back to him, over and over again. And now it’s been a year and he’s not sure that he wants to stop.

A year of sneaking through the back entrees of hotels and paying ridiculous sums to keep people quiet when inevitably something would leak somewhere. There’s another rumor brewing online - spurred on by the premier he’d attended by himself. He’s seeing someone and it isn’t casual this time.

When Napoleon brushes past Illya who is sitting at his counter, laptop open in front of him, an arm snakes out to pull him in. This is anything but casual, alright.

“You ready for dinner?” Napoleon asks.

“Yes. Just tell me when,” Illya says and with him perched on the stool, they’re face to face. It’s an opportunity that Napoleon won’t pass up. He leans in and steals a kiss.

Despite his newfound secrecy, his movies had sold. Illya had even talked him into doing a small indie project, something he wouldn’t have dared to accept before. He hadn’t come this far to see his name fade back into obscurity. Now, somehow, Napoleon can’t find it in him to be afraid of it.

Because, somehow, Illya is still here. Staying, day after day. There’s a reason why he hadn’t let himself get attached in years. But somehow, Illya seems to defy every rule. He doesn’t care about his fame or his money. He doesn’t care about Napoleon’s dating history or his job. It’s like he’s a glitch in the system and now that Napoleon has found him, he’s not going to let him go. At least, if he has anything to say about it.

“What?” Illya asks. “I can see you’re thinking about something.”

“Mmmh. Just thinking you’re the glitch in my system,” Napoleon says.

“Doesn’t sound very flattering.”

Napoleon chuckles and smoothes Illya’s hair back. “You know, I really thought I knew how my life would play out. And then there was you. I was supposed to sweat you out but-”

“Here you are.”

“Here I am. And I’m not even sorry about it.” Let them talk their talks. As long as he has this, everything else doesn’t really matter. And it surprises no one more than Napoleon himself.

[lover-of-skellies]

How smoochable is Anxiety Sans?

After doing a little research and debate, I've decided that Anx gets a smooch-ability rating of 10. He's a safe enough bet, if you feel like you absolutely needed to kiss a skeleton

Ok,, fair disclaimer, I did look up some things about him, but I couldn't really find much information about why he is the way that he is, or a description of the AU he's from itself. I'm doing this as best I can, with what little info I was able to procure. Please do not get upset with me if I botch anything or if the rating feels unfair to you in any way

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1) How dangerous is his mouth? His teeth aren't sharp or jagged, and they're flat. While that would ordinarily be enough to score 2 points here, he seems to do a lot of shaking and trembling. Shaking and trembling could also lead to teeth chattering (if severe enough), which in turn means accidental nipping. I don't think the nipping would be enough to do any real damage though, so his mouth seems safe enough. 2 points for this

2) Would he bite? Not intentionally. Again, accidental nipping is a possibility, but it wouldn't be anything major. Is he aggressive? Unless you're the player and you're doing a genocide run, no, he doesn't strike me as the aggressive type. I'll give him 1 point here and deducting one for the possible of nipping

3) Are there any health hazards to the smoocher? From what I can tell, no. He's not leaking any gross fluids (unless you count sweat), he doesn't have any weapons on him regularly, he's more inclined to leave or run away than lash out, and he seems mostly clean. So for this, I'll give 2 points

4) Does he have a sympathetic backstory? I have no idea. I couldn't find any information regarding that, but the fact that he has such intense anxiety leads me to believe that he did experience some kind of trauma or huge, life changing event. Whatever it was really did a number on him, so I'll give 1 point here. He's losing 1 point simply because I don't know any of the details

5) Does he deserve a smooch? I mean..... he seems like a nice guy, if not nervous and socially inept, but that doesn't make him bad. From what I've seen, he hasn't done anything bad in his entire life, and he's forced to endure the resets, so. Sure. I'll award 2 points, since he's actually very good in comparing to some of the other characters I've rated

6) Is he cute or cool? His design is a little plain and he looks pretty disheveled at times, but looking disheveled seems to be on par with having anxiety itself. His anxiety gets him 2 points, because if I've learned anything from seeing people react to characters with anxiety before, it's that anxiety makes a character "baby", and "baby" characters are typically viewed as being cute or adorable

In total, Anx gets a 10 out of 12 smooch-ability rating. You could do it and it'd be fairly safe, since he's not likely to skewer you with magic bones or take a bite out of your face, or anything like that. I feel like if you were to smooch him, he'd get flustered and confused, and he'd likely just wanna run off and hide until he manages to calm himself down again