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Ooooh~ Had a THOUGHT(TM)~☆! Accidental Meta Powers Groping Au! :D

Consider all the Weird Shit(tm) Batman gets exposed to during the course of your standard Superheroic Adventure. Goo and Rays and Beams, curses and countercurses. Gods. Alien nonsense. It's A LOT for the body to handle!

He goes away to help the JLA on some Alien Distress call. Gets VERY fucked up. Big ouch. Might not make it. But he saved the building full of kids he was trying to evacuate and stopped the alien's planet from being blown up.

So? They make an exception for him. Since he's their HERO.

They use their Super Advanced Alien Healing Pod on him. Don't worry buddy! We scanned the OTHER human with you and know what a healthy human looks like! We can fix you!

Problem? That other human? A dumbass. So worried about Batman... they forgot that THEY were Meta and HE was NOT.

And Batman is a little too unconscious and full of holes that shouldn't be there to remind anybody. #OhNo.

Bruce wakes up on the flight back. Feels a decade younger. Which he SHOULD because the Meta Dumbass is in his TWENTIES. You dense, dense mother-fucker! Bruce has VISABLY lost a DECADE. He wants to hit him.

A chair flies from next to him, directly at the guys head.

What.

He's telekinetic. WHY does he have telekinesis? Meta Dumbass starts sweating. It's... a long flight.

Worse? Green Lantern stayed behind to help organize relief efforts. It'll be AT LEAST a year before he's back and can get Bruce back to normal. He knows, because he strong arms a deep space video call.

They kinda used their LAST function pod on him. Great honor and all that. Are horrified they fucked up. But can't fix anything until the planet is less... flattened.

Bruce breathes. Remembers his meditation training. This is Fine(tm). He understands. Take your time, not your fault. He's just gonna have to get this under control until it can be fixed.

Problem is? It responds to his thoughts. Usually before he's aware he's having them. Thirsty? Here's a drink. Vaguely tired? Chairs. Note to self? Why not ACTUAL notes? Pen and paper!

He gets home EXHAUSTED. Explains what happened to Alfred. Not so much Tim, but Tim overhears, since he's eating dinner in the room. Weird things happen and things moving? Don't be alarmed. Just Bruce. Got it.

Tim feels someone ruffle his hair. Hug him.

Bruce is across the room and already turning away. Ah. Better not mention it. He's already jumpy around affection. Barely getting better. If he thought even THINKING about stuff like that was bad? Because it would "betray him"? Yeeeeah, hard pass, Tim decides. Besides. Hugs are nice, even if Bruce doesn't know he's giving them.

But of course~ Bruce is obsessive. His thoughts fixate and spiral. Tim gets used too, very quickly, the panicked pat-downs by hands that arent there, looking for injury. The lingering holds on the back of his uniform, ready to drag him back from danger or jumps Bruce doesn't think he can make. The hair ruffles. The almost needy, full body hugs.

Touches no one can see. That Bruce doesn't realize just WANTING, makes happen.

Tim has a great Party Mask. Has long been able to ignore choking suits and pinching shoes, the exhaustion, all the bruises from chasing his idols, and keep his face serene. This is no different.

Then the classic Go Wrong. Our beloved Ivy.

No place for Robins. So Bruce goes alone. Saves the day. But is hit, as usual. An unfortunate reality of her escapes. Has already hit himself with the counter-agent... but... he suspects this might be a new strain. It wasn't as effective as it should be.

He stumbles out of the car and into the emergency wash. Tim is there to help him get upstairs, as he all but falls out. It's a mistake.

There are hands and tounges, licking and groping and sucking EVERYWHERE, the second Bruce locks eyes on him. Digging into and worshipping places NO ONE has ever touched before, so hard his legs lock up and he freezes. He can barely move. Doesn't know what expression he's making but knows he's choking on the noises he's trying hard NOT to make.

They collapse half way to the stairs. Bruce pulling him into a vice tight hug, panting against a shoulder, as he trembles and refuses to give into what he so badly wants to DO to him. Not realizing he already IS. That fingers and tounges are working his holes open. Plunging in and in and IN. Finding things and grinding.

Tim can only shake and try to suck in air. Try not to let the noises out. Because he's afraid if he gives in, he won't be able to STOP. Everything's gotten so wet. He can't move. It's too much, all at once. Feels good but is scary. But Bruce is here. And he's trying NOT too. Not his fault. And, and-!

Alfred saves them. Is able to haul Bruce up and off to his room. Give Tim an anti-agent.

Because he got "exposed" too. Helping Bruce.

He doesn't argue, even if the shot makes him feel sick for a while. But, the thing IS? Bruce has become... AWARE of him, now. Because now the hands massage and stroke. He feels them palm his chest or butt, just to tease or squeeze a bit.

And after patrol? When they go to BED? Tim has to read Bruce's mood. Decide if he wants to stay at the Manor or his house. Because? When Bruce his stressed? He... relieves it. Perfectly normal, of course. But his THOUGHTS? Tim knows they're of him.

Because he feels them.

And he... he doesn't know if he's READY. It was so, so MUCH.

But of course, Bruce is better at hiding things then even HE is. And eventually he slips up. Is staying over. When one moment he is getting comfy, the next? Hands are pining him to the bed. His own pajamas used to muffle him, pushed up and out of the way. So mouths that aren't there can tease and abuse his nipples. Lick his skin like they want to devour him.

Go lower and lower. Pajama pants gone and hands holding him wide. For the world and no one at all to see. Bruce's clashing thoughts and desires meaning Tim gets both. Fingers teasing him AND mouth eating him out. Squeeling and panting, thrashing but unable to escape. His orgasms secondary to the fantasy happening a few rooms over.

Having a tounge fuck him even as fingers do. His chest being teased. Being able to HEAR the wet shlick noises and see his skin react. Feeling his hole being held open for something BIGGER. His ass being teased. Bruce unable to decide but turned on none the less.

Filled up, his first time on a cock that isn't even THERE. And, oh. Tim feels good and terrible and so FULL. Then it's moving and it's just good and full. Pounding all the good parts. Punching little noises out of him. And he wish it wasn't the powers. That Bruce was HERE doing it. But it's GOOD. And he ends up gushing wet and boneless.

LOVES Bruce's Stress Relief nights. Would go over and HELP if he could.

But Bruce is still affection shy. And Tim is still working on that. But hey.

Now Tim has a goal.

(And is DEVASTATED when they fix Bruce's "Gene Spliced Problem" even if he won't say why.)

-🐼🐼🐼

bruce using his surprise psychic powers to molest tim 🤭

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #brutim

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 9 months

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Framing Escobar Chapter 2: Over Exposed

General Warnings: 18+, as is the whole of my blog, I will mark anything specific but be aware this is predominantly a smutty blog with plot. DNI if you are a minor. By reading further you have taken the responsibility to do so with the warnings I have given.

Specific Warnings: Javier Peña, Javi is a dick, asshole Javier, sex, smut, PiV, mentions of birth control and sexual screenings, pee after sex people! Let me know if I missed any.

A/N: Chapter two is here! I hope you enjoy the Menace (TM) That is Javi P.

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You stand in the meeting room, clearly early to the 10am meeting, even if it's already 10:15. You shuffle around and take in the boring grey walls of the room. Your camera bag slung across you, all lenses and camera body ready to go with multiple spare rolls of film stowed away. Slowly, DEA agents fill the room, some women, but mostly men. You sit at the back and just take in the crowd as they enter. A loud, commanding voice cuts through the chatter as you check your watch, 10:30. The meeting has finally started. You recognise Mike Spencer from your interviews, he is no less intimidating today than he had been back then.

“Alright! Settle down, you bastards,” His voice carries easily across the small room as the chatter dies down, “We’ve got a lot going on, as I’m sure you know. But please welcome the newest member of the DEA task force here in Colombia. Our own professional photographer all the way from Albuquerque,” Your name is called out and you feel all eyes turn to you as you perk up from the back of the room. The room is silent, and you trace the faces, looking for any sympathetic people in the crowd. Most people seem disinterested, but one face catches your eye.

Your stomach lurches as you see the handsome face of Stan, his eyebrows arch up for a second before he coughs, concealing the smile you know just flashed across his face. Dread sits heavily at the pit of your stomach as his partner leans around to look at you.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

José’s dark eyes go wide as he takes you in, his mouth hanging open slightly before he recovers. He looks away from you and you see Stan whispering something in his partner’s ear. José jabs him in the ribs, not appreciating the commentary it seems.

“Agent Peña, Agent Murphy,” Spencer calls out to the men, and you die a little inside as they turn to face him, “She’s with you, show her the ropes, get her out on the street ASAP.” The meeting continues as Spencer updates the room with the current state of the war against the Medellín Cartel in the area. You listen absently as all you can think of is how fucking awkward this was going to be.

His name isn’t Stan, it’s Steve, Connie’s husband… So, he must be-

“Javier Peña, nice to meet you,” his gruff tone breaks through the mental haze, and you look up into furious eyes.

“And I’m- “

“Steve Murphy, yeah I know, I met your wife this morning,” you cut him off, trying not to seem completely incompetent as you fight the urge to scream.

“So, you ready to head out on patrol?” Steve asks with a wicked smile; he’s practically dancing with glee at this point. You just know he’s going to laud the whole situation over Javier when you weren’t around.

“Yep, let’s get on with this,” you nod, hoping that the day would go quickly.

Steve and Javi take you to the armoury and kit you up with a bulletproof vest, a radio, and a pistol.

“You know how to fire that thing?” Javi asks flatly as he regards you with the same furious look as in the meeting room.

“Sure do, I’ve been shooting since I was a kid,” you remind him, but he ignores you. You tuck the piece in an interior pocket of your camera bag, taking the box of .38 ammunition and store them accordingly.

“Good, you’re not going to be completely useless then.” Javi scoffs and Steve shoots him a look. The biting remark stings. You try not to take it personally, but you feel like he hates you. A stark contrast to the way he treated you last night.

“I don’t care what happened last night. She’s a valuable asset and we don’t have to be best friends, but don’t be an asshole, Javi,” Steve scolds him and Javi just rolls his eyes, leaving you and Steve to head to the truck without another word.

“Sorry about him. He’s kind of always like this, but usually it’s me he’s abusing,” Steve says and winks, “Your secret is safe with me,” he adds, pointing towards Javi as he exits the building.

“Nothing happened,” you start but his look tells you he isn’t buying it, “I mean, not nothing, but we didn’t-”

“I don’t need to know, hon; I’m just messing with you. Let’s go, get your head in the game, we’re going out into the war zone today,” you nod, trying to focus your thoughts as you follow Steve to the truck. As soon as you’re seated you start to assemble the zoom lens onto the camera body and fit a fresh film in the camera. The day goes by slowly, you take a few dummy photos. A group of kids on a doorstep, who pose for you naturally, their faces alight with joy at the attention. Some townscapes, a fountain, a street food cart. All things that you could use to swap out from an incriminating roll if anyone got wise to you.

Steve and Javi barely interact with each other, let alone you, as the day goes on. As the sun begins to set you realise you had begun to dose off in the back of the car, camera clutched in your hands. You look up, hoping no-one had noticed. Nothing was said, so you look around to see you’re almost back at the embassy building.

“Lucky you, a boring day comes around very rarely, hopefully we’ll have some more action tomorrow,” Steve remarks as he pulls the truck into the garage.

“Cool,” you manage as Javi is out of the truck before Steve can put it into park. He shakes his head before turning to you.

“You got plans for dinner, hon? Pretty sure Connie wouldn’t mind if you came round, seeing as we’re neighbours and all?” Steve offers and you nod, not wanting to be alone tonight, nor tempted back out into Bogotá.

“Sure, can I bring anything?” You ask not wanting to turn up empty handed to someone else’s house especially if they were feeding you.

“No need, see you at seven?” He flashes you a bright smile and you smile back, warmth spreading through you after a tense, stagnant day.

“I’ll be there,” you promise.

***

You stop by the market on the way home, picking up some flowers for Connie, and two cases of beer, one for Steve and the other for your fridge. Not wanting to make the same mistake twice. You hover outside of the Murphy’s apartment taking a deep breath and knock on the door, trying not to fidget nervously with the hem of your dress. You’d put on a cute little dress and low heels. The green and blues of the flowers printed over the flowing dress caught your eye yesterday and you just had to get it. You were glad you already had reason to wear it.

“You expecting someone?” Javier’s voice hits you like a slap to the face as he opens the door, you falter, this was not what you had been expecting at all. Fresh out of the shower, water droplets beading in his hair, the freshly applied cologne heavy in the air between you. He’s wearing an indigo button down, sleeves rolled up, and tight dark jeans. You can see a tease of his tan skin exposed beneath the low V of his unbuttoned shirt.

God, it’s not fair how hot he is.

“Uh hi, Steve invited me over, did I get the wrong apartment?” You manage to squeak as he glowers down at you. His hand gripping the doorframe with such pressure his knuckles were turning white, barring you from entry.

“Ah, there you are,” Steve calls out your name and appears behind Javi a second later, “Was worried you wouldn’t be coming!”

“You invited her?” Javier hisses at his partner and you feel sick as you hear the venom in his voice.

“Jesus, Javi, go grab a beer or something and see if Connie needs any help,” Steve barks at him. And you shrink away from Javi, ducking under his arm into the homely apartment. The smell of dinner wafts through the apartment and you breathe it in, not realising how hungry you were until now.

“I got you some beers, and Connie some flowers,” you hold the crate up to Steve who takes it eagerly.

“You didn’t have to, hon, but thanks,” Steve nods in appreciation at the beer.

“Do you have a vase I could use to put these in?” You ask and Steve looks perplexed, as if he had never used a vase before.

“Uh Connie, we got a vase for some flowers?” He calls through the open plan apartment.

“Yep, bring them through,” Connie calls and Steve nods in the direction of the kitchen, permission enough for you to head in.

“Hey, Connie, I got you some flowers, I hope you like them,” you say as you round the corner into the kitchen, Javi is leaning against the counter, his eyes locked on you as you enter the kitchen. But you don’t let him cow you, not this time. You’re a guest in this house, you are allowed to be here. The Murphys want you here.

Even if Javier doesn’t.

“Oh, sweetie, those are lovely. Here let me put them in some water,” Connie buzzes around the kitchen like a whirlwind, cooking and chatting the whole time. You sit back and listen as Steve comes to join her. He does as he is told, tossing the salad while Connie asks Javi to set the table. They exchange tender, soft touches here and there, Connie’s hand on Steve’s back, a gentle kiss from Steve presses to her hair. The sight makes you smile, it’s what you always imagined love was.

“You wanna help set the table?” Javi’s gruff voice pulls you away from the scene of domestic bliss and you nod, following him into the dining room. The peace offering soothing some of your nerves.

“Hey, Javier,” you start, wanting to clear the air before the tension made you explode, “About last night,” but you’re cut off as you feel him pull you against him, the press of his lips on yours incapacitating as you melt into him. You gasp as one hand clamps onto the nape of your neck, pinning you to him as the other hand rests on the small of your back.

The mixed signals have you reeling but the warm press of his tongue against your lips dissolve any thoughts in your mind as you moan, sliding your tongue against his as it invades your mouth. It was his turn to groan and his hand fists into the fabric of your dress as he pulls you closer still. You come up for air reluctantly as you bring yourself back to reality. You’re both breathing heavily as you rest your forehead against his, still clinging to one another in Steve and Connie’s dining room.

“Javier, what the fuck?” You wheeze, your heart hammering in your chest as you try and come down from the elated high that kissing Javier Peña had given you.

“Sorry, I just had to, been driving me crazy all day,” He murmurs, “Seeing my mark on your neck, the way you kept stealing glances at me, those tight little shorts,” his words send the hot rush of arousal to meet with your already slick panties.

“You have a strange way of showing it, asshole,” you grumble, not wanting to part but you haven’t even started to lay the table. Your head is spinning, and you just want to take him upstairs and let him have his way with you. Your stomach growls as if on cue and you both laugh.

“I thought if I was mean enough, you’d quit, and I wouldn’t have to worry about seeing you again,” he shrugs as he reluctantly lets you go, eyeing the place settings and cutlery with disdain.

“For a smart guy you’re a fucking idiot, you know that?” You scoff as you start laying out the place settings, your eyes not leaving him as you do. He follows suit, placing down the cutlery and serving spoons, eyes locked with yours. It’s like you’re dancing without touching, the table the only thing stopping you from crashing together once more.

“I’m just not usually one to shit where I eat,” he responds and winces at the harsh turn of phrase, but you just laugh. You kind of like this side of Javier, slightly goofy, open, honest.

“Neither am I, but here we are,” you admit, but you’ve only had two real boyfriends, both in college, so it’s uncharted territory for you regardless.

“Alright, kids, wash up. It’s dinner time!” Steve’s voice calls from the kitchen and the spell is broken, both of you straighten, sharing a shy smile before you hurry to the kitchen to wash your hands and help Connie serve up. Your heart is racing, and you can still taste Javier on your lips. The salt of his skin, the harsh bitterness of cigarettes, the tang of beer.

“You ok there with those plates?” Connie asks as you balance three plates of food expertly. Years of waitressing through high school meant it was second nature to you, even after all this time.

“Yes, ma’am,” You say as you head out to serve up the lasagne to Steve and Javi who are already seated across from one another, “Here you go,” you announce as you put the plates down, bending over the table in front of Javi. Not because you needed to, but because you could. Your hand brushes his on the table as you pull away, heading back to the kitchen to see if Connie needs any more help.

Connie hands you a bottle of white wine and two glasses as you enter the kitchen, sending you straight back out to take your seat. You pause for a moment wondering if you should sit next to Javi or Steve. The question is answered for you as Javi stands and pulls the chair out for you.

“Where did these manners come from?” Steve asks, eyebrows raised at his partner.

“Fuck you, Murphy,” Javi hisses as he scoots the chair back to the table, retaking his seat next to you.

“Alright, let’s eat!” Connie declares as she sits down opposite you, her hand falling to rest on Steve’s arm, a natural, affectionate action that makes you smile. You pour the Pinot Grigio generously into the glasses and the table toasts before digging in; beer bottles and wine glasses clinking arrhythmically. You’re rather grateful there’s no call for grace as the table settles into peaceful silence for a few moments before Steve pipes up.

“So why did the DEA hire such a young woman to do this job?” He sips his beer slowly, watching you as you contemplate what to say.

“I’m not that much younger than you,” you wave your fork in Steve’s general direction, “You and Peña should consider moisturising more often.” Connie scoffs and gives Steve a look of “I told you so” at your remark and Javier just tsks at you.

“Anyway, the official answer is boring, I was scouted for my good grades, etc.” You say before taking a sip of your drink, the white wine sharp and sweet on your tongue as you put the glass down to continue, “But really, I was moonlighting for a PI who had a friend in the DEA. I managed to catch a Senator with his toy-boy lover in their parked car from some distance away at night. Was the guy’s silver wedding anniversary too. Jim called it the money shot, and boy, was it ever,” you recall with a chuckle, and Steve looks at you in awe.

“Which Senator?” He blurts and Connie slaps his arm playfully.

“I can’t say, but the money I made from that meant I could pay for boarding without having to sacrifice my studies. If anything, they helped me shore up my skills.” “Un-fucking-believable, I thought you were some DEA big-wig’s niece, or some shit being palmed off on us because they called in a favour,” Javier says with a laugh, the sudden sensation of his hand on your knee almost making you jump but you contain it, just. His large hand slowly brushes along your thigh under your dress, all the while he takes a long swig of beer.

“I wish, if that were the case, I’d be off at some ranch writing soap opera scripts and romance novels instead.”

“So, you really like photography enough to get a PhD in it?” Javi asks, his hand dangerously close to the apex between your thighs.

“What can I say? I like taking photos, and academia seemed the natural course for me.,” you shrug, scooping up the last of the lasagne on your plate. And as you hum in satisfaction as Javi’s finger brushes against the soft cotton that was tight against your mound from the heat of the evening and arousal from the kiss earlier. You cough to try and cover the moan, and Connie eyes you with worry.

“You ok, hon? Do you need some water?” She asks, Steve’s expression mirrored hers, both oblivious to what had just occurred. You see Javi suppressing a smile as he trails his hand back down to your knee.

“No, not at all, just some more wine, I think!” You nod, the heat between your legs unbearable, the absence of his hand making you needy. You clamp your knees together, catching his hand between them and you notice the twitch at the corner of his mouth. It makes you feel powerful.

“Sounds good to me, anyone want some ice cream?” Connie beams, her sunny disposition the last thing you expected to come across in Bogotá, but it’s a welcome surprise. You offer to clear the dishes, needing some breathing room from Javier but Steve insists that you sit, you’re the guest after all. You’re alone again with Javier. Your heart races as you turn to face him and your breath hitches at the sight of him.

“You’re coming home with me tonight.”

It isn’t a question, but even if it had been you would have fallen over yourself eagerly to comply.

As the evening draws to a close, you find an opening to announce your departure, the loud yawn that precedes it genuine as you stretch your neck, still sore from the long flight.

“No worries, hon, you’re welcome any time though, ok?” Connie pulls you in for a hug and you squeeze her tight, already feeling like you’ll be fast friends.

“You bet, and anything you need from me I’ll be just downstairs,” You offer, catching Javi’s mouth twitch slightly as you say it.

“Well, I best be off too, thanks again Connie, Steve. Food was great as usual,” Steve and Javi embrace in that awkward guy way where they slap each other's backs before releasing each other. As if it had to be made manly and tough to be a permitted interaction. Connie catches your eye roll, and she laughs knowingly. Both men turn and look at you both with suspicion.

“What’s so funny?” Steve asks his wife with a smirk.

“Oh, nothing, baby. Night both, get some sleep, you hear?” Connie orders as you cross the threshold into the hallway.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Javier says before closing the door behind you both.

There’s a charged silence as you look at each other, waiting for someone to make the first move. You feel a rush of energy as an idea comes to mind. Javi steps forward to grab you by the waist but you step back, his fists clutching at the empty space where you once were. His eyes lock onto yours with a desperate, unamused hunger.

“Catch me if you can, Peña,” you dare as you turn and dash for the stairs, taking them two at a time as you year him charging behind you., His heavy boots loud on the wooden floorboards. You get to the first floor and fumble in your small purse for your keys as you jog hurriedly down the hall. As you get to your door, hand on the doorknob, the keys slip from your fingers.

The clatter on the floorboards loud in your ears as you rush to pick them up. As you straighten, you feel him behind you. Hot breath ghosting against your skin as his arms cage you in, his palms splayed either side of the door as he leans down to your ear. His chest is against your back, his right knee presses against your thighs and you groan.

“Too easy,” he purrs as you slide the key into the lock, slowly, trying hard not to make it obvious you were still trying. The click of the lock is loud as he hovers over you, and you throw yourself into the apartment. You try to shut the door on him, but his boot is already there, jamming the door open as he slips inside, closing it quietly behind him.

“That was bold,” he says as he stalks towards you, already unbuttoning his shirt as he closes the gap between you in two long strides. His hands are in your hair, pulling you to him as he presses his lips to yours, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. He lets one hand fall to your waist, pushing you back until the kitchen counter meets your ass. You grunt at the impact, but he already has you up on the counter, spreading your legs around his waist as he leans into you.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Javi breathes against your lips as he pulls himself back slightly, looking down into your hungry eyes. Liquid pools of honeyed desire fill your vision and your stomach floods with heat.

“Why not?” You ask, trying not to sound as needy as you feel.

“I’m technically your boss. HR would have a field day if they knew,” he grumbles, his hand already sliding up under the hem of your dress, cupping your ass with a tight, firm grip. Your head falls to his shoulder, and you leave a trail of kisses up to his ear. He shivers under your mouth, and you smile as you hear the hiss of his breath as you take his earlobe between your teeth.

“But we’re going to do it anyway, right?” You breathe, nipping at his ear gently. The moan that comes out of his mouth is delightful as he bends down, pushing your dress up around your waist as he rips off your panties in one quick motion. The warm air of the evening hits your slick cunt, and you squirm under his gaze.

“Fuck! You’re already so fucking wet,” he growls, and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Yes, Javier, you have been touching me all evening. If I wasn’t already wet, we’d have a problem,” you jest and he laughs, deep from his chest and the sound makes you smile.

“Sassy, bonita, I like it,” he croons as he kisses your knee, slowly he leaves a trail of wet, lingering kisses up your inner thigh until the hot, wet sensation of his tongue gliding over your folds threatens to make you cum straight away. Your hands fly to his hair, tugging slightly on his tousled locks, which only makes him moan hard into your pussy. The sensation is mind-blowing.

“Oh, Javier,” his name passes your lips like a plea, begging him not to stop what he’s doing, to do whatever he wants to you. His tongue reaches the swollen bundle of nerves of your clit, and you gasp, he circles his tongue languidly around it, sucking slightly with each rotation. You shudder under him, and a soft whimper escapes your lips.

“I love the way you sound, baby. You like what I’m doing to you?” He asks as he slowly glides a finger through your slick folds.

“Yes, Javier, feels so good,” you pant, squirming as he eases his finger into you, slowly, stretching you out as you clench around his digit.

“Call me Javi, please,” He says softly as he looks up at you, dark eyes glossy with desire, “And relax, baby, you need to let me in,” He encourages you and you nod, trying to relax as the pleasure builds inside you.

His finger is in up to the knuckle now and you feel yourself easing around him, the stretching of your walls pleasantly painful as you take his finger inside of you.

“You’re so tight, baby, fuck. I can’t wait to feel you clamp around my dick like this.” He growls as he takes your clit back into his mouth, beginning a slow rhythm of gentle, testing thrusts with his finger. Soon you’re soaking his finger as you fall into the embrace of one of the most explosive orgasms of your life.

The sound of your wet heat squelching from his relentless rhythm filling the kitchen. Your head snaps back as you scream out his name, your pussy clamping down on him as he continues sucking on your clit. The overstimulation burning through you as you’re sure you’ll come a second time. Javi finally relents and looks at you as he straightens up his eyes dancing with delight and desire as he slowly sucks your slick off his finger.

“You up for a little more?” He asks and you’re nodding eagerly as you come down. He picks you up and wraps your legs around his bare waist, you feel the hot swell of his stomach against your wet cunt, and you shudder at the sensation. He takes you to the bedroom, your apartment a mirror of his own so he knows his way around.

He pulls your dress over your head and expertly unclasps your bra; your hands fly to his belt and you carefully free his throbbing cock from his boxers. He steps out of his jeans and underwear, pushing you down onto the bed.

“You got a condom, baby?” He asks gently as he palms his erection, pre-cum glistening at the tip.

“No, but I’m on the pill and don’t have any STDs,” you say with confidence, the DEA had made you get a physical and you’d opted for a screening just in case.

“You trust me, baby?” He asks, sincere as he asks for your permission.

“I probably shouldn’t,” you laugh and his face lights up at the sound, “But I’m guessing you don’t want to risk giving the new girl chlamydia on her first day,” Javi’s brow furrows but he’s still smiling.

“Sassy, sassy girl. Come here,” he growls as he meets you on the bed, his mouth on yours as his tongue pushes into your mouth.

You greet it with your own and soon you’re panting again, the taste of your arousal hot on his tongue as he explores your mouth slowly this time. Your tongues collide rhythmically as he pulls up onto his knees to line his tip at your core. He strokes it through your folds, moistening it with your slick as he teases your clit, pressing his swollen head against it before dipping back to your entrance.

“This may be a bit much for you, baby, but just relax, ok? Just like with my finger, we’ll take it slow,” he reassures you as the sting of his girth stretching you out hits you.

Your eyes water but you nod for him to keep going. Slowly he inches inside you, filling you up more than you’d ever felt before. The sensation was maddening, your mind going blank as he stops, his cock fully sheathed in your tight walls.

“Fuck, baby, fuuuck!” He groans as he holds back, he wants to fuck you senseless into the sheets., The combination of your soft mewls, glassy eyes, and tightness around his cock driving him mad.

“Javi, fuck me, please,” you whimper, the pain subsiding as the desire to feel him fuck you senseless becomes all consuming. His cock twitches inside you as you say his name and you arch up as he presses against your tight walls.

“We don’t have to baby; I can take it slow,” he murmurs as he drops a hand from your hip, lazily rubbing circles into your clit as he begins to move slowly. The shockwaves through your body are explosive as his tip hits a sensitive spot against your walls. But the rhythm isn’t fast enough, you don’t want him to take it slow, you want him to tear you open.

“Javi, please, I can take it just fuck me, please,” you beg, the pathetic plea that comes from your mouth seems to be all he needs to hear as he hitches one of your legs over his shoulder as he somehow presses deeper inside you. You gasp and shudder at the sensation, but you don’t have any time to recover as Javi thrusts inside you so hard you arch up off the bed, your vision blurring as he pumps into you again, and again.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good, so fucking good,” he snarls as he lets go completely, fucking down into you like a man possessed.

You writhe as your release comes quickly, his rough thumb expertly circling your overstimulated clit as his rhythm becomes more ragged. He groans low and deep as he comes inside you, filling you up with hot ropes of his spend. You pant as he removes himself, the empty sensation disappointing as he pulls out. It’s over too soon, but the soreness between your thighs makes you doubt you could have taken much more.

“Javi, that was fucking amazing,” you whisper as you let your head hit the bedsheets with a sigh. You can feel his spend leaking out of you. But you don’t care, you can wash your sheets, or burn them if necessary.

“Yeah, it was something else. Fuck,” he pants as he pads into the adjoining bathroom, you follow him, brushing past as you sit on the toilet and will yourself to pee.

“I was going to come help with that,” Javi says with a smirk as he unashamedly keeps eye contact as you pee, holding up the warm washcloth he had prepared. You feel the tips of your ears prickle in embarrassment, but you don’t drop your gaze.

“Always pee after sex, warm washcloths are nice, but UTIs are no joke, Peña,” you say sternly as you finally force yourself to pee.

“Smarter than me, bonita,” he says with a grin as he uses the washcloth on himself, making sure to throw it in the laundry hamper at the foot of your bed before flopping back down on the mattress. You finish up and join him just as he’s about to light a cigarette.

“Seriously? In my bed?” You scold him and you see the irritation knit his brow together as he snaps his zippo shut.

“Sassy and bossy,” he grumbles to himself as he throws the cigarette and zippo onto the nightstand.

“What was that?” You ask as you crawl back onto the bed. Feeling bold as you climb onto his lap, straddling him as you look down at his arrogant face.

“Nothing, nothing,” he grumbles as his hands drop to your hips, thumbs brushing against the swell of your ass rhythmically.

“Better not have given me syphilis now,” you toy with him as you press a soft kiss to his lips before trailing hot open-mouthed kisses along his jaw.

“I thought it was chlamydia?” He retorts, his eyebrow raised as he groans underneath you.

“So, you do have chlamydia?” You tease and he shakes his head and in one swift motion he’s straddling your hips.

He pins your arms above your head with one hand, the other cups your cheek as he bends down to meet you. Your breath catches in your throat as the sight of him over you like this threatened to break you.

“That dirty mouth of yours is going to get me in trouble,” he warns as he places a soft kiss to your lips, the tenderness spreading warmth through your chest as you kiss him back slowly.

“It already has, Javi,” you respond as you nip his bottom lip, eliciting a hum from deep in his chest.

“You’re right, these walls are paper thin, and the Murphy’s are bound to have heard your vocal display of affection, bonita,” he smirks and your eyes go wide, the heat of embarrassment high on your cheeks.

“No, you’re fucking with me,” you hiss, not impressed with the gleam in Javi’s mahogany eyes.

“Oh no, they’ve complained about it to me before,” you wriggle free of his grip on your wrists and slap him hard on the shoulder, but he just laughs, pulling you to him as he rolls over onto the bed.

“I hate you, Javi,” you grumble as you sigh, trying to fight off the embarrassment as you snuggle into his warm, strong chest.

“If that’s how you hate fuck, I can’t wait to see what happens when you like me,” his tone is playful but the kiss he plants on your lips is once again tender, affectionate.

“Get some sleep, Peña,” You grumble, breathing in your combined scent of cologne, perfume, and sweaty, rough, mind-blowing sex.

“You too, baby,” He pulls you in tight, his leg draped over yours, caging you in against him as if you were going to disappear if he let go, “Sleep,” He murmurs sleepily as you close your eyes, feeling a little more at ease with your decision to take this job.

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rayshippouuchiha · 1 year

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Reading through your Naruto asks and about that Naruto realising that he might've slept with quite a lot of Uchiha. I can just imagine him thinking that Sukea and Tobi he met at that masked sex club were his saving grace and then the server leads the last of the guests to the hall and it's Uchiha Obito and his husband Hatake Kakashi.... Cue Naruto internally screaming.

Look Naruto's already dealing with A Lot(TM).

Not only is he in a full suit and tie for this dinner he didn't want to come to in the first place, but he's also just been confronted with like 80% of his sexual history sitting in one room.

He's got someone's foot rubbing at his inseam, there's a hand belonging to someone else on his thigh, and if Madara doesn't stop making innuendos in front of Naruto's actual blood family he's probably going to have to flip the table and run out of this room so he can move to a lonely mountaintop somewhere for the rest of his life.

So when the last two members of the party arrive (late as always according to basically everyone) and Naruto realizes that "hey there's the other 20%" he's ready to just outright fucking die.

#Uchiha Nip AU #Naruto #RayRambles

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strwpup · 4 months

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YOU 🫵 believe in the dancer emmanellain agenda

reasons why emmanellain de fortemps should transition to dancer as his primary class [several points about the implications for him and sicard at the end]

CANONICALLY emmanellain is very very good at dancing (normal) is it really that hard for him to start dancing (with blades). he would be so good at it he already knows the moves and the vibes

a lot of emmanellain's struggles come with feeling the pressure of being put into a box he does not fit! he's seen as a failure because people didn't see or didn't care about the things he is good at! the firmament quests show he IS good at making allies, he's friends with the redbills, he helped lighten the mood in broken glass! he's great in a social scene, he's perfect for lightening a mood, and i must stress he is CANONICALLY very good at dancing

he HAS grown as a knight, and i'm very proud of my cringefail baby brother, but i think it would be very healing for him to branch out from ishgard and heavy armor to pick up something more freeing (and also he should come to tural with us emmanellain dt sweep)

i could see him fitting in great with the dancer quests

please god we need more PHYSRANGED CHARACTERS in the msq,,,,, ephemie and aenor cockburne i owe you my life,,,, and they are BOTH bards,,,,,,,,, pls the archer to paladin pipeline is ruining the economy and i need dancer and machinist rep

tangentially related YOU 🫵 want emmanellain and sicard to join the b team scions it would be good enrichment for them

emmanellain in neo-ishgardian top of aiming. emmanellain in the lunar envoy aiming gear. emmanellain with the ivalice hairstyle so he still has that hair popping up but he can wear the pretty endwaker dancer relic gear bow. emmanellain happy and spinning around in thavnairian armlets. consider this

okay time to talk about sicard

CANONICALLY emmanellain steals sicard's clothes. sicard wears aiming gear. they could share aiming outfits and emmanellain could wear his boyfriend's pretty v neck into battle instead of the full coverage fortemps armor are you seeing the image

can you imagine how much worse (better) emmsic would be if they were ranged dps boyfriends

overwriting your boyfriend's tactician with shield samba in front of the whole party to prove you're more useful is a love language

sicard walking into the dungeon ready to tease emm about picking him as his dance partner only for emmanellain to dp the tank

:> what's wrong why are you making that face?

i...... i'm dps........... i thought i was dance partner >:(

dps stands for dance partner sicard i cracked the code

sicard feels slighted by this and suddenly starts eating food and using potions from his hotbar and he has the perfect opener to show off how competent he is because he thrives in competition

imagine this. post island sanctuary conversation about responsibility both of them decide to pick up Jobs [tm]. they have a break between contracts and when they meet it's clear that sicard spent some time in ishgard with ilsabard contingent friend stephanivien and got a machinist starter kit and it's clear that emmanellain went to limsa and almost ran away with a traveling dancer troupe

me and my boyfriend and his new six foot tall robot gun mermaid is this anything

thank you for coming to my ted talk vote emmanellain de fortemps for new job change into dancer

#my post #ffxiv #emmanellain de fortemps #ffxiv dancer #my art #also vote ephemie to replace the wandering minstrel #no one tell aenor canonically paladins have to fight for dominance #we can't afford to lose her to the tanks as well #sicard spence #sicard ffxiv #emmsic #emmasica #what are the tags for this ship #dancer emmanellain #machinist sicard #rip to aymeric de borel and g'raha tia #they're fine they're just paladins now and it's tragic

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bugflies00 · 1 month

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I continue to wonder since you said fostering au wilbur continues to be entirely in denial and Not Realizing for some time after he and quackity re-meet how exactly DOES the Feelings Realization TM go down qcihdtiwdzgd

OOOH well its very gradual and very much a disaster because. well. its him .

i think i said they remeet when theyre around 22-23, and at the time wilbur was in a really bad relationship that he only breaks off two or so years later. his girlfriend was very controlling and always bringing him down and making comments about him, his appearance, his interests, what he ate, etc. so needless to say wilburs already absolute dogshit self esteem is so further down the gutter it’s actually Wow look it pierced a hole into the ground from how far down it is.

this is important context because it’s part of why he takes soooo long to realise his feelings, he’s just so deeply entrenched in trying to make his girlfriend happy and love him and to appease everyone that he doesn’t realise. its what i call his “ghostbur” era - none of this stuff is actually strictly based on the bursonas, but i find he does follow a similar pattern of evolution, and at that point in his life he’s trying to be the biggest people pleaser possible after realising that being the unapproachable loner he was in high school would only leave him alone (also bc his abandonment issues got worse after sally left). his new relationship makes that worse also.

in the beginning him and q are just sort of awkwardly tiptoeing around each other considering they last left each other with a bajillion things unsaid and they are extremely determined on keeping said things unsaid. they start to grow back into friends, albeit more normal friends than the absolute mess of a situationship/frenemies they were in high school. theyre still themselves meaning they can’t go a second without aggravating each other, but its definitely friendlier.

and as time goes by some of their joke flirting gets a tad bit too real sometimes- quackity will make a joke and stare at him a moment too long, or wilbur will stutter out of nowhere, etc.

but wilbur still has a girlfriend!!! so as usual he shoves his head in the sand and he takes melatonin so at night he falls asleep instantly without having the time to yearn or reflect lmao. (for the record i do not condone this if your feelings change communicate that with your partner etc)

time progresses, every stranger they meet think theyre either married, sworn enemies, or fucking each other. meanwhile wilburs relationship grows worse and worse, he’s fallen deep into an eating disorder (while he was already struggling with bad eating habits pretty much his whole life it gets much worse then), hes struggling with self harm a lot, and its just not a great time. his friends keep trying to convince him to break things off, especially tommy who, since he lives with them, has seen a lot of shit and absolutely despises wilbur’s girlfriend’s guts and makes this very well known.

eventually they do break up (its a longer story than that but it would require its own post) and wilbur falls deep into a depressive episode. it makes him doubt for so long if he did the right thing, if he just should’ve sucked it up and taken whatever scraps of love he was given, but in reality the depressive episode had been a LONG time coming its just his brain was in survival mode. he never felt safe enough with her, so subconsciously his brain only allowed falling into depression again once it was safe to do so.

and so my point is that with all these things happening he’s absolutely nowhere near ready to accept his feelings. meanwhile q is pining hard - that man is going through it LMAO trying to support his friend (they still pretend to be frenemies) whilst shoving down his own shit. he’s one of the few people wilbur feels safe with (even though theyve gotten into fistfights and q has sincerely threatened his life on several occasions), mainly because, in a way, q knew him at his worst (high school) and still came back. so he has more trust in him than some of his other friends because hes convinced he’s manipulated them into thinking hes better than he is.

anyway q is planning this trip for an internship he’s doing for his law degree, and he has to leave for a month or two. wilburs 25th birthday rolls around, and he knows q wont be able to be there. he’s already still feeling shitty, not really entirely out of that depressive episode, and he’s ready to just have a lame birthday and go back to rotting in his bed.

and then (this is so cliché LET ME LIVE) theyre about to do the cake whatever and tommy yells announces they have a surprise and he turns around and wham! quackity standing there looking downright exhausted, with his suitcases around him and the airplane neck pillow still around his neck (he came straight from the airport). wilbur runs to hug him and, to me, that moment is the kickstarter that forces him to start actually realising whats happening.

first off because theyre not exactly huggers but that one was so spontaenous and it felt so right!! second because hes already sad and a bit emotionally volatile and the fact that q cared enough to rush and try his best to make it to his birthday moves him a whole lot. and finally because well yeah he’s madly in love with him but the only thing he says is to ask whether the eyebags q got from jetlag are a fashion statement in europe or if hes just reaching for the raccoon look.

theres definitely more moments after that (they take a LOOONG time to get together. and so much pining. its so bad) but i just think that moment is really sweet and also i love how their relationship progresses over time

#alex.rambles.txt #c!wilbur #c!tntduo #mcyt #the fostering au #cw abuse #cw ed mention #cw sh mention #i think you were asking more about what happens After this but that will require its own post #i needed to talk about the context first and lay it out loud #when its not 2am ill make the other post yippee

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 1 year

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This is technically a continuation of this post!!

-x-x-x-

prohero!bakugou who's been gone on an overseas mission for months with no contact to those who he left in Japan

any down time he's got he's at least reading through the texts he gets

a few from his mom, a couple from his dad, maybe a handful from his friends about all sorts of random shit he may or may not care about

then he's reading all of yours. He'll read all the new ones, then if he's really feeling his Emotions(TM) he'll start rereading everything

he'll also catch up on his voicemails, even if he doesn't have very many because most people know he won't listen to them or he'll go into his mailbox and just start mass deleting

but he does listen and keep all of yours

i mean, why wouldn't he? he asked you to do exactly what you've been doin everyday since he left

highlight of his days honestly

he's convinced that its the daily messages from you that help keep him off the next flight home- it sort of eases the urge to just go back home

but he does the mission from start to finish and when his date back is finally set he's itching to get back to familiar sights, soil, smells and the place where you are

but even when he knows when he'll be home, he still has no jurisdiction to tell you that

he'd have to wait until he's on the plane back home or even landed before he could whip out his phone and speed dial your phone

when he's packing his bag for his return trip, he's never been so disorganized in his life

when he packs for trips, he always prefers to separate everything. all his shirts are folded, his pants are rolled for optimum space, boxers are neat with his socks, toiletries are sealed in a waterproof bag and placed as flat as can be

now?

he's thrown all his shit inside the case and made it fit by force. squishing it all down and pinching the zipper together

he did not care if the zipper busted- he was ready to go the hell home

the entire flight home he was jittery. leg bouncing, finger tapping, arms crossed

he tried sleeping to pass the time, but he couldn't seem to calm down

most of the returning heroes who were coming home with him didn't even try and strike up conversation to make the flight go by quicker in fear of him snapping at them out of sheer impatience

when the plane finally lands, he's first off the plane and first to bag claim and first out the door onto the familiar streets of japan

"holy fuckin' shit," he's mutter, finally feeling relaxed before whipping out his phone and texting you

-wake up-

it was the middle of the afternoon and he didn't know if you were even home or asleep, but it was the only thing he could think to say strangely enough

-you can text!!-

he chuckles as he pulls his suitcase along with him against a wall. standing in the shade, he's attention is solely focused on his phone

he's glad you responded so quickly

it's been so long he couldn't remember your schedule anymore or if it had changed since he left

-i can do a lot more than that-

without much more prodding, your contact was flashing over his screen and he waits maybe a second (if we're being generous) to answer and push his phone to his ear

visibly exhaling when you start talking

"katsuki!"

"you don't need to shout, stupid"

"i'm excited, don't shout shame me. where are you? it's pretty loud over there. meeting? are you supposed to be on the phone right now"

he chuckles at your skeptical nature- like he'd break rules on a big time job in the first place

he's not that stupid

"i'm at the airport, i'm not gonna get my ass railed for being on my own damn phone"

despite his cursing, you laugh

then you register 'airport'

"you're coming home?!"

"nah, babe, i'm already here. come get me."

"what?!"

he barks at the sounds of your rushing around the house, probably scrambling to slip on the easiest pair of shoes you have and a jacket

"i'll be there in like 10 minutes. 20 is traffic is bad!"

"the traffic is always bad"

"i'm hanging up!"

he could hear your excitement before the line cuts and he's grinning before he's sending small texts to his friends signaling his return

when he sees your car pull up to the curb, he's pushing off the wall he's been resting against and you're jumping out of the car

he nearly has a heart attack since you didn't look at the road before rushing out and car were just whipping behind you

"moron! watch where you're going!" he's shouting at you as you run up to him

his grip abandons his suitcase handle to grab you as you ran straight into his chest, clinging to him as he took steps backwards from your crashing impact

his eyes almost rolled into his skull at the feel of you in his arms again after so long

he was positive he'd finally be able to have a good nights rest tonight, he can feel it in his exhausted bones

you pull away from him just enough to look into his eyes and he can see the shine of tears in yours, his hands resting on your hips just enough to sway you back and forth

"welcome home," you greet him

"yeah," he kisses your head "i'm home"

and he wasn't going anywhere else anytime fuckin' soon

#katsuki bakugou #bakugou #bakugou fluff #bakugou scenarios #bakugou headcanons #bnha scenarios #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #katsuki fluff #mha scnearios

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slashersteve · 2 years

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A Million Miles Away

pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

summary: You find yourself hanging out with Eddie Munson at Lover’s Lake one night and feel something you’ve never felt before

warnings/extra tags: kissing, sexual tension (i think), feelings, fluff, it’s my first time writing eddie so this is a warning, beta read, edited by autocorrect tm

note: This can also be read as Eddie/Chrissy if you so choose, I loved them and wanted to emulate that kind of dynamic with a reader! Anyway, I got inspired by Valley Girl (1983), and a certain scene, so please enjoy and thank you for reading!

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You weren't usually like this. Maybe it was because you’ve never done anything like this before in your life, hanging out with a guy you vaguely recognized from school in a van at Lover's Lake all night .

The truth was though, you didn't know if this was something you weren't like, or were like, as you've come to realize how superficial you were after breaking it off with your boyfriend of almost four years.

You were over it, over him. He never called when he said he would, keeping you waiting. He talked to other girls, flirted with them on occasion. He made you feel like you were just there, like you were just some chair in the corner of his bedroom he'd just throw his dirty laundry on.

Your friends were deadbent on you just wanting to have some kind of fun, that maybe you were perhaps bored with him when you knew there was a lot more to it.

Your boyfriend had thought so too, claiming that you'd be back after you handed him his wrist watch back he'd make you wear to show everyone who you belonged to. Your reputation would, in his words, take a downfall and his exclamations just reminded you of how his narcissist personality seemed to have only skyrocketed since you started dating in freshman year.

And maybe, they were right in some way. You wanted, no, craved something different, something that made you feel something that you should be feeling in a relationship that isn't the dullness you felt with your now ex-boyfriend. The only problem is that every available guy at Hawkins High was disinterested, treating you like you were still your ex-boyfriend's property and ignoring you when you tried to strike up friendly conversation.

It was frustrating, especially when at the basketball game that started your adventurous night you would look across the court and see your ex's eyes on you. He was wearing a smug expression, silently telling you that he'd be waiting for you when you beg him to take you back.

You kept your head up then, sticking by your friend's side and indulging her talking about how cute some of the opposing players of the basketball team were. Your eyes would continue to meet your ex's until the final buzzer would go off.

The Hawkins Tigers had lost by just a single point, but still decided to have a party at one of the player's places. Your parents had already expected you to sleep-over at your friend's house, and be back the following afternoon.

If only things worked out like that.

Long story short, you were left by yourself at Hawkins High, your friend ditching you to go with her own boyfriend to this party. Your ex had found it amusing when he pulled his car up to you, asking if you were ready to come back after being left alone like he suspected.

When you said no, he laughed and said he'd give you time to think, and then...he drove off, leaving you all by yourself in the near empty parking lot of Hawkins High.

If your ex had wanted you to feel humiliated, it had definitely worked. Sitting all alone in the parking lot on a bench, and you thought at that second that at least nobody was here to witness you here all alone and on the verge of tears.

That was when you met Eddie Munson.

The double doors of the one of the school buildings behind you had been slammed open, and Eddie emerged all alone. He had been planning his final Dungeons and Dragons campaign for the Hellfire Club that would start that following Monday, and time had escaped him as he planned meticulously as the Dungeon Master.

He didn't see you at first, not until he heard a hiccup that was followed by a sniffle as he was digging in his pockets to pull his car keys out. His eyebrows had folded inward and he turned his head to see you sitting there all by yourself, tears glistening in your eyes and on your cheeks.

"Oh," Eddie started, "Are you uh, okay?"

At the sound of his voice, your eyes widened and you only turned to look at him for half a second before turning away to try and wipe your tears away.

"M' fine," you replied, "Just waiting for my ride."

Eddie stared at you for a long moment, and then looked around, seeing no cars pulling into the parking lot or any other cars beside his own van. He checked his watch then, seeing just exactly how late it was.

"Are you sure?" he questioned you, "Because you're kind of crying like a kid whose parents forgot to pick them up from soccer practice."

You scoffed loudly, and finally met his eyes again, "Do I really?"

"Oh yeah," Eddie replied, "Though...it's pretty unbelievable that anyone would forget you." He felt his own cheeks heat up at his attempt to flatter and cheer you up.

And even though it was pretty lame, it had actually worked. You laughed, albeit it was a weak and quiet one, but a laugh nonetheless.

"That's probably because I wasn't forgotten," you admitted easily to him for some reason, "My friend kind of just left me here, and...I guess my boyfriend- well ex boyfriend did too."

Eddie's jaw had dropped, "Ex-boyfriend? Wait...I think I know you now, you were dating that asshole, what's his face? I don't know, all their faces become one in my head since they all look the same."

You laughed again, and this time, it was a more genuine one and Eddie's gaze lingered on your smile for longer than he should've.

"It doesn't really matter who it is, but yeah," you said your ex boyfriend's name. Eddie was shaking his head then, in disbelief mostly.

"And what about your friend? Did she have an emergency or something?"

You huffed, very irritated with her too, and replied, "If you call a party an emergency, then yes."

Eddie snorted at her, "What a bitch."

You laughed again and nodded in agreement, "Yeah...yeah I'm starting to think so too."

Eddie would admit that he didn't know you that well, outside of just a first name, but that was mostly because he remembered you from an English class you shared. Outside of that, he didn't really have any thought about you, up until right now.

You actually seemed nice, and genuine. And clearly, you had a sense of humor too with how he was successfully making you laugh with his comments. He would say that you were actually pretty cool and...well he wasn't going to leave you here all by yourself was he? Only problem was, he wasn't sure how to ask you if he could take you home without possibly scaring you off.

Before he could though, you were asking him a question instead.

"What...what's your name?" your question had caught him off guard, despite the way you tried to ask him as politely as you could, and when you saw him squint his eyes at you, you quickly added, "No, I know you, I remember being is Ms. B's English class together...I'm just having a hard time putting a name to your face."

You were cringing then, feeling stupid that this guy was here trying to cheer you up and you couldn't even remember his name.

Eddie had sighed deeply, and sadly, "Wow, and here I thought we were having a special connection. I know your name, but you don’t even know mine.”

He looked away from you, and was shaking his head while you frowned and leaned the upper part of your body forward, trying to look at him and tell him you were sorry for being so dumb and rude.

But then, he turned to look at you and you saw an amused grin growing on his lips. You scoffed loudly and crossed your arms as he chuckled and told you who he was.

When he said his name, you felt even more stupid.

"Eddie," you said under your breath, "I feel like I knew that or at least should’ve."

"Oh don’t worry, it's a pretty unique name if you ask me..." he brought one hand to the back of his neck and you laughed softly.

“So...uh...Eddie..."

His eyes were on your lips again as you said his name, and he replied to you with a breathless yeah as his eyes still lingered there.

You had noticed his eyes weren't on yours, and you shifted slightly in your spot, not understanding what he was looking at or why you suddenly felt warm underneath his brown gaze.

In a suddenly shy voice, you asked if he could take you home. That was when his eyes flickered back upward to meet yours, and you watched his long lashes fluttering as he blinked.

He turned to look at his van, then held out his hand to it, and then the other to you, "Your chariot awaits, mi'lady."

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding due to sudden nerves that had you nervous he'd say no and leave you too. You took his hand like he seemed to have wanted you too, and you found yourself very hyper aware of how his hand had felt.

His fingers were a little rough, and his metal rings felt cool against your palm in the few seconds your hand had been in his. It made your face feel hot, and caused your heart to slightly skip a beat.

You had gone quiet because of this sudden feeling of warmth that Eddie Munson was making you feel. It wasn't a bad feeling, you deducted, but rather quite good.

Eddie had mistook your silence in his van for sadness, or something along that emotion. And so, he did what he thought would make you feel better. He motioned to the radio, and said, "Hope you don't mind."

And you really didn't mind, as it was his van and he was nice enough to take you home when your friend abandoned you and your ex left you out of spite.

That was when a loud, almost obnoxious song (at least that's what your friends would say if they heard it) that you honestly should've expected but didn't began to play the moment he turned it on. You even jumped when the heavy guitar and rock accompaniment blasted through the speakers.

Instead of turning it down, Eddie had actually turned it up and he had laughed when he saw you look at him with wide eyes.

"You can only really feel the music when it's this loud!" he shouted at you over the music, "Do you listen to this kind of music?!"

The corners of your lips were almost twitching up into a smile as you replied, "No, I don't really-"

"What?! You're gonna have to speak up!" Eddie shouted again as he began to tap his hands against the steering wheel and bang his head to the music.

Anyone would be irritated at this point, but you instead found yourself amused and...very intrigued with Eddie. You admired the way his long, messy brown hair bounced with every head bang, and didn't even worry that he was driving over the speed-limit or barely paying attention to the road. He was making you grin widely before you even realized it.

"I don't really listen to this kind of music!" you shouted this time, and Eddie gasped in feign shock as his eyes flashed toward the road and then he chuckled.

"Just kidding! It doesn't really surprise me! But that's okay! I'm glad I'm the first to introduce you to it! This is WASP!"

He even tapped the pin he wore on his sleeveless denim jacket he wore over his leather jacket. You stared at the pin, and then you were just staring at him again, finding him and this feeling he was bringing out of you so very endearing.

You turned away from him then, and began to focus on the music. First, you were tapping your hands on your thigh, and then your leg was bouncing to the music. It was little movement, but Eddie had caught it. He felt like he'd just won something when he saw you were actually enjoying this music.

It was like this until he pulled into your neighborhood, and up to your house, and even then, he didn't turn the music down as it echoed down the empty, dark street. It was making you laugh, out of pure amusement and nervousness as you were sure your neighbors and parents were probably being woken up.

"You're going to wake up the whole neighborhood!" you shouted at him, your grin widening as he only continued to bang his head harder to the music, "Eddie! Please!"

You weren't sure if he was actually just messing with you, or if he actually just didn't hear you this time. You reached over and rested your hand onto his shoulder and shook him.

When he still didn't respond to that, you knew he was messing around. Playfully rolling your eyes, you leaned your face toward and closer to him, but before you could shout for him to please turn it down, he had stopped aggressively banging his head and turned to look at you.

Your prior thought of wanting to tell him to turn it down all but vanished from your mind as you realized how your faces were only a few mere inches away from each other.

His lips were parted, his breaths heavier from the performance he was putting on for you, and his hair was more wild than before, framing his face. It was his eyes though that captivated you...they were so big and brown, too soft for a boy like him.

Something sparked within you, and once again, your face had grown hot, and you realized then what it was you feeling. It was how you felt once about your ex, back in Freshman year, before he grew in popularity, before he changed for the worse.

You hadn't felt such a way in a long time, and it was striking to you that Eddie Munson, a guy you really only met tonight, was bringing it out of you so easily.

You swallowed thickly then, a shyness like never before washing over you. Still, a small smile was resting on your lips and you leaned toward him, placing your face right beside his ear and said softly in his ear, "Good night, Eddie."

Your breath had tickled around his ear, and it had gently blown some of his messy strands of hair too. It sent something straight down Eddie's spine, and he could only stare at you almost dumbfounded in the after effects of it as you leaned away from him.

You didn't move to leave when you did though, your hand didn't even reach for the handle to indicate that you were. You were just gazing at him, as if waiting for him to do something that he didn't know.

It was probably for him to tell you good-night back, but what slipped from his mouth after he turned the music down finally was, "Want to get out of here?"

He inwardly cursed at himself, feeling as if he was pushing his luck. He drove you home like you'd asked him to, and now...he was asking you to stay with him? A girl who he doesn’t really know as well as she knows him?

You were quiet for a moment, and asked, much to his surprise, “Where would we go?"

Eddie shrugged weakly, "Anywhere, I guess."

Your eyes fluttered gently as you stared at him in thought, contemplating on if going with him was a good choice, or a bad one.Sure, he was making you feel something you forgot, but that didn't mean you should act on it and go with him somewhere this late.

Still, this feeling inside of you was powerful, soaring through you and flooding you with a warmth that told you to say yes, yes, I'll go with you, Eddie, wherever you want.

You listened to that feeling. Your parents weren't expecting you home until tomorrow and you decided that if there was a better time to take this kind of chance, it was now.

"Take me wherever you want, Eddie."

And he did.

You found yourself at Lover's Lake with Eddie Munson, sitting across from him in the back of his van while rock music vibrated the floor of the van beneath you.

You hadn't stopped smiling since being with him, hadn't stopped laughing, and this feeling he was giving you only got stronger and stronger, to the point where you wondered if you'd ever felt something like this so strongly before.

He was striking, and just different, from the way he acted to the way he dressed and spoke. Everything about him was making your heart soar as he talked about himself and his band, as he introduced you to his favorite songs and artists, and especially with the smile he would give you after he'd make you laugh again, like he was amazed he was making you laugh so much.

He made you feel different as well, but maybe this feeling of difference was actually just you, the real you poking through that hadn't gotten a chance to come out because of your past shackle of a relationship and reputation you had wore for nearly all four years of high school.

He had since taken his jackets off, letting you cover your bare legs with the leather one while he was left in what you learned to be an Iron Maiden shirt, a band he had shown you as well.

Throughout your conversations, and breaks where you would listen to the music he was showing you, your eyes were drawn to a tattoo on his right forearm. You didn't think he had noticed your looks, not until the song ended and he twisted his arm for you to get a better look.

"You like it?" he asked you as he flexed his arm out for you so you could get a better look. You reached out without really thinking, gently grasping his wrist and causing him to inhale sharply, especially when the tips of your fingers traced over his tattoo with interest.

You heard him, and let him go, "Sorry, I don't know why I did that." You chuckled nervously, but Eddie was shaking his head.

"No, it's okay! I was being the weird one," he shifted in his spot, moving the van slightly and reached up to the collar of his shirt, "I have more, you know." His hands grabbed at his collar and lowered it, showing you more that decorated his skin. You would've never expected it, but what you didn't expect more was a heat settling at the pit of your stomach at the sight.

Now, that was different from the fuzzy, warmth that continued to course through you.

"Wow," you said, slightly short winded at the sight of his tattoos and chain that he wore around his neck. He looked satisfied with your reaction, dropping his hand back down and resting it over his thigh.

He tapped his fingers against it for a moment, as if contemplating his next words. Eddie wasn't stupid, he could see the way you were looking at him, the way you've been looking at him since you told him good night about an hour prior.

There was something about you that he liked, as you were different than he suspected you were too. And he suddenly wondered if this would be the only night you'd ever spend time.

"So..." he started without really thinking, "When am I going to see you again?"

Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and lifted back to meet him, and you chuckled nervously, "You know, Eddie, most guys would say things like that when the night is over."

Eddie bent his left leg to his chest and rested his arm onto it, and he was grinning, his cheeks slightly redder than before, "Shit, okay, that sounded lame, sorry...but I'm just going to roll with it, it's just how I...feel, and I want to see you again...and again after that."

You felt the butterflies flutter in your stomach once again, touched by his words.

"I'm here with you now."

Your voice was so soft when you said it, and all Eddie could say was as swiping his bottom lip with his tongue was, "I know."

Your gaze rested on each other then, and you found it harder to look away from this time. His wide, soft brown eyes that continued to captivate you.

It's been a long time since you've felt like this, but the more you thought about it, the more you wondered if you'd ever felt like this with anyone, this kind of connection you felt with Eddie at this moment.

"I don't know how to explain it," you stated your thought, "It's like my mind is just moving and moving and won't stop."

You felt silly saying such a thing, even laughing out of embarrassment, but if Eddie thought so he didn't say anything. Instead, he just stared at you, as captivated with you as you were with him.

"Yeah?" he said, his voice a little quieter.

"Yeah...it's like...I feel like we're kind of connected in a way." You nervously chuckled again, "God, I sound so weird- it's ridiculous right? I barely got to know you tonight."

It didn't occur to you that Eddie was probably feeling the same way, not until he swiped his tongue over his lips again and let his eyes fall. Your heart jumped, realizing that every time his eyes had flickered down while staring at you, it was because he was looking at your lips.

Your heart had blossomed in your chest then, and suddenly your words didn't sound or feel so ridiculous to you. This connection you felt, he was certainly feeling it too, with the way he was gazing at you and your lips all night.

"Eddie," you said his name softly, in a tone that was asking him to do something you couldn't say out loud for some reason. So, you did it yourself.

His leather jacket slipped from your lap as you moved to sit on your knees, and moved toward him like how one might crawl to someone you landed on to kiss in a game of spin the bottle. All the while he watched you closely, until you were closer to him. You leaned toward him, he smelled vaguely of cigarettes with a hint of cologne, a unique smell to you that you were positive you'd never forget and it intertwined with your more expensive perfume.

You breathed it in, breathed him in, letting your mind short circuit for a moment, but then you stopped, and realized how forward you were being.

You didn't do things like this, like you mentioned before, you had one boyfriend, one man you've ever really kissed and been this close to. Doubt flooded your mind, but you didn't have time to really think on it as you met his gaze again.

His eyes were slightly darker, his cheeks flushed, and there was silent message sent between the both of you. Your doubt all but vanished, and you and Eddie were leaning in, your lips meeting each other halfway as you tilted your head.

His lips were warm, and your chapstick made it easy for his lips to slide and move against yours. It was slow at first, almost shy, as if you were both testing the waters, but it changed a few seconds in.

It felt like you were getting drunk off of him, and his lips and taste were suddenly making your legs wobbly. He must've noticed you falter slightly, as right afterwards he rested a hand onto your waist and kept you steady.

You leaned closer to him, causing his lips to move more rough against yours. You exhaled sharply through your nose when you felt his tongue swipe your bottom lip, and you gently parted your lips for him.

A noise escaped from you when he slipped his tongue inside of your mouth, colliding with yours. God, you were definitely getting drunk off of him for sure and nothing felt more right than his lips devouring yours.

Your skin felt hot, and you were shifting in your spot before you knew it, moving so that you could sit onto his lap. Eddie complied, his lips leaving yours and eyes opening as the hand on your waist left and moved to grasp the back of your thigh.

His cool, metal rings felt cold against the skin of your thighs as he helped you sit on him and it sent a fresh wave of chills and desire through you. As you sat comfortably on top of him, you moved your hands to his long strands of hair.

He must've had the same reaction as you, as his breath hitched and his eyes that were half-lidded with desire flashed up to meet your own stare that mirrored his.

"What a nice fucking night this turned out to be," he said, the curse word slipping easily from his wet lips that shined with the residue of your chapstick.

You giggled softly at him, and agreed with him by leaning down and kissing him once again.

Like you said, you didn't do things like this, but for the first time in a long time, you knew you were doing something you wanted, something that felt right.

#i love him your honor and hope i captured his character at least a LITTLE #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #stranger things imagines #reader insert #stranger things #stranger things x reader #lys writes again

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dangermousie · 9 months

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Say You Love Me - done

Was it a good drama? Objectively perhaps not. But it was worth the price of admission to see incredibly solid acting from everyone (this drama is old, and so it did not suffer from the phenomenon of idols who may be talented in other things but have no experience with acting being put in just for looks) and tackle themes and characters modern dramas don't really care for - I mean, the gender reversal itself with the two women being the doers and the drivers and both men being passive willing or unwilling recipients of what they dish out is fascinating. Byung Soo, our ML, was a tall, well-built Victorian maiden, suffering over loss of chastity and falling ill from angst and needing permission to take any action and second ML was willing to enable SFL to bang other men as long she wanted it. The two women literally fought and then men only wept. It was also remarkably character consistent; Byung Soo was a lovely sweet puppy of a person and the drama showed what a freaking drawback or even cruelty that could be. (I am still impressed that Kim Rae Won, who in my head is associated with these totally alpha types, played such a weak, submissive, beta boy (because I can't really call BS a man between his youth and personality) so well).

Anyway, eps 12-15, let's go. ML and FL have finally had enough of their psycho significant others and ran off to the same place. This is the first time we see them happy in eps and eps. For someone who was obsessed with his smile, SFL really made sure he never smiles again, this is the first time we see his smile in eps and eps.

But they can't get back together because he feels unworthy and also because SFL has basically terrified him into thinking she will die if he leaves her (which is deeply ironic in light of what is about to happen.)

Because his granny dies (and SFL chooses to bring up what he did with FL at the freaking funeral, because the woman knows no shame or time/place, god when FL dragged her off and they had a fight, it was glorious.)

And that is basically the last straw for a dude who was already contemplating suicide a while back and that was before everything else that got dumped on him. And so our Victorian Maiden ML aka monk boy literally collapses into a unconsciousness and is likely to die from EMO AND STRESS AND ANGST. God, I love this drama.

SFL decides a great thing to do to an unconscious and possibly dying man is to move him from the home he grew up in to her apartment because she doesn't like looking at pictures of him with others in the place. She also doesn't let his friends visit (I am not saying FL, I am saying dude friends) because "I am his wife." She is so insane, her brain should be dissected for study. The best part he's utterly unconscious but he keeps weeping FL's name non-stop over and over and over as SFL is slowly driven insane by that. GLORIOUS!!!!

SFL is, as always, making everything about her - someone else's suicide attempt, funeral of someone else's loved one, someone else's childhood trauma, and now someone else's unconscious murmurs are all directed to torment her, the real victim.

This cracked me up - she always says that when he's about to die but the moment he's not literally on brink of death, she's all...psych!

Bwahahaha how I enjoyed this.

And then they are all so yeah he's dying. Why it does not occur to anyone to take him to the hospital is beyond me. Unless they know it's a Victorian Emotional Illness (tm) so no hospital can be cured. So SFL finally caves and lets FL in to see him.

Guess who magically gets better? Heeeee.

Anyway, YC makes sure he's OK and peaces out. SFL is all fine fine you can go to her, my boy toy, mainly because I think she's (a) finally realized he's literally gonna die at the pace she's going and (b) he's literally ready to bolt anyway, even his obedient self can't take it any more. But also the way he basically desperately asks for permission - I roll my eyes at melo cliches a lot but the power imbalance in this is honestly kinda awful, not just because he's so nice/weak and she's so neither, but because he's so much younger and so much more inexperienced in life and like dude, it's almost like she kidnapped a high schooler and locked him up in her basement.

Except of course she renegs yet again but at this point even the spineless SML has had enough and basically tries to drum some sense into her. But also SML tells her he loves her and I think this helps her because this psycho needs to cling to SOMEONE. So puppy is finally free but that whole being in his house with wedding photo etc was last straw for FL and she's all I don't want him back, it's all too painful, I want no relationship thanks...

But of course it doesn't last long because they love each other like mad and all they need one little push from their fam where they send a clip from her old diary to them blah blah. The way he runs to their place and finds his old bike and she's left there his chastity necklace (yes, I know it was true love necklace but we all know what it was, she even labeled it something like "BS is only mine" necklace back way when) and, more importantly, the paper with "Tag" eeeee! (reference not to just their childhood but their breakup when she told him he has to stay away until she unfreezes him and tags him and then he can come find her.) AAAAAAAA

This is adorable!

Meanwhile SFL swans off overseas to happy bliss with SML, utterly and gloriously unpunished for all the awful awful stuff she pulled.

Moral of the drama: Never stick your dick in crazy.

Or perhaps, maybe if you didn't teach them so much abstinence, dude wouldn't have lost his mind to hormones and avoided all that misery.

Oh, and I really now want to know how heavenly his hair must be for FL to be so obsessed with it she can't think straight.

Anyway, it was a fun ride, and I am just glad I finally found another rare Kim Rae Won drama where he doesn't die or his OTP doesn't die. That man is drawn to misery.

#kdrama #kim rae won #say you love me

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matchmadeinsevenhells · 1 year

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different anon, but I love ComW, so definitely ready to plague you with questions:

- was Maegor’s unwilling hunt Rhaena, and did it involve her trying to kill him like in canon?

- was it a spur of the moment decision for Aemond when Luke walked in or is this something he’d been planning for a while? It definitely seemed like Luke could have easily been killed when Vhagar killed Arrax, so not sure how much thought went into it.

- Would Aemond actually realise the potential fallout or did he just not care?

- Is there any significance to the legitimacy of the ceremony (Valyrian-tradition wise - obviously there’s a lot else that might be queried about it from a Westeros point of view) to the fact that Luke didn’t say the words? Or is Aemond right when he says that his win is all that matters?

- Who hunted who out of Corlys and Rhaenys?

- You’ve already answered about Luke’s mother, stepdad and brother, but how would his Velaryon relatives react?

- Exactly how much stress is Alicent under rn?

(Again talking about my my dead dove Lucemond marriage hunt fic, cut off my wings (and lock me up) )

Adhsjdhshsjsjsj I’m so excited to get even more love for my fic!! ComW is really close to my heart (will you believe it’s my first mostly-explicit dead dove/nc,,,) so 🥺🥹😭 thank you!!

You’re dead right about Maegor and Rhaena 😬 she eventually had Dreamfyre surrender when the “escape by being faster” plan failed, because her dragon wasn’t a match against Balerion. Then she immediately tried to shank Maegor. (I think he also did hunts with his other Black Brides, but if only one party has a dragon it’s mostly. Uh. A very terrifying experience for the person on foot and like, a chill fun afternoon activity for the dragonrider…)

Aemond has definitely been obsessed with SOME sort of revenge on Luke for a looooong time (which lol is canon). At first those thoughts included mostly maiming and murder, but then he stumbled across an old Valyrian tome/read a lot about Maegor—and well, he got some Ideas (tm) that grew over the years. I’d say he wasn’t truly decided yet/picky, as long as he got his revenge in the end, but the Storm’s End situation—no one of their families there—was too perfect to NOT do it the marriage hunt way. (And as he said, Luke being alive but utterly miserable and humiliated is better revenge in his mind than “just” killing him.) and yes, killing another dragon without killing the rider is rather difficult, but what helped in this situation was that they were already pretty close to the ground, Luke having directed Arrax lower earlier, and also that Vhagar was so much bigger than Arrax. Though yeah Aemond was having the Time Of His Life and probably would’ve been fine with it if that had killed Luke, too.

And no, once he got into it Aemond didn’t stop to consider any potential fallout.

Technically, a hunt is supposed to conclude with the Valyrian/Targaryen ceremony that Rhaenyra and Daemon used in canon to wed each other, BUT since there were no witnesses to the actual hunt anyway and it is extremely obvious that Aemond did in fact win (and consummate), it’s still hard to question the legitimacy. The Blacks are going to do that anyway, of course, but yeah.

… I decided that Rhaenys hunted Corlys because she was the one with a dragon—but Corlys got to take a ship. He got a headstart too, and it was probably mostly hide and seek and/or they previously agreed on location that had to be reached within a certain timeframe? It was close, in the end, close enough to satisfy both their prides.

Speaking of, Rhaenys and Corlys are absolutely PISSED at Aemond, too. Having-to-keep-Rhaenys-from-getting-on-Meleys-to-challenge-Aemond-pissed. Corlys shares the sentiment but he’s trying to advocate for just wiping the floor with all the Green forces in the field.

Alicent has ALL The Stress rn. All of it. Her favourite son just did something that’s really difficult to reconcile with her own faith, also has a potentially devastating impact on the public opinion the Greens are kinda basing Aegon’s claim on, and probably made sure the Blacks are even less likely to consider terms as they would’ve been if Luke had simply been killed. They can’t even use Luke as a proper hostage because Aemond is now firmly in camp “only I may torment my pretty little wife”…. Alicent is working triple overtime to SOMEHOW try to keep a grip on public opinion. Meanwhile Aegon is throwing feasts at which everyone has to treat Luke as they would a “normal wife” to a Targaryen Prince. RIP.

#lucemond #aemond targaryen #lucerys velaryon #hotd #house of the dragon #princess rhaenys targaryen #corlys velaryon #I’m sorry I’m just GIGGLING every time I think about Rhaenys hunting Corlys who has a SHIP

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ohbo-ohno · 7 months

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book recs pls? U have amazing taste

im gonna assume this is half in reference to the lilith vincent book i mentioned earlier so i'll give you some of my favorite romances 💞 i tried not to rec a book i've already suggested here before, so some of my very favorites ever are left out!

the authors I'll read like literally anything by are Tessa Bailey, Lily Gold, Ana Huang, J.T. Geissinger, Elsie Silver, Harley Laroux, Rina Kent... and probably someone I'm forgetting tbh but those are some of my favs

also i got a little out of hand and these are kinda all over the place lmao, but here we go! my standards for romance are very low btw so don't judge my taste

Darker romances:

Sticking with Lilith Vincent - I love her books Brutal Intentions and (to a lesser extent) Pageant. Brutal Intentions is a step-dad romance, Pageant (the first of two books, I think the second is wayyy better) is like... dark, mafia, reverse harem, kidnapping, a whole lot tbh. Look up trigger warnings!!! I think she lists them at the start of the book

I don't particularly like H.D. Carlton (I very much so disliked Haunting/Hunting Adeline) but I fucking LOVED her book Does It Hurt? If you want fucked up characters, toxic relationships, noncon, and a pretty well-written subplot for a self-published romance I would recommend this one! (tbh I'm half convinced it's ghostwritten, I cant fathom Haunting Adeline and Does It Hurt? being written by the same person)

Sinners Anonymous & it's sequels by Somme Sketcher. Mafia romance. Age-gap. Kinda trashy but very fun imo. Also read Danielle Lori's Made series if that sounds neat to you!

M.L. Marian's Claimed & Tamed series. Each book follows a different man in the same family where the tradition is that men kidnap their wives. My favorite is Caught <3

Romcoms/Lighter stuff:

I like most Mariana Zapata books, but my favorite is either Under Locke or Luna and the Lie. I've read 7 of her books and they're all basically the same structure with the same characters, so if you read one and like the dynamics you'll probably like her others

One Percent of You by Michelle Gross is my favorite single mom romance of all time. Tattoo artist who hates kids falls in love with his over-worked neighbor who's a single mother of two. SO cute and soft

Bittersweet by Morgan Elizabeth. tattoo artist x baker, this is one of my favorite romcoms ever.

Sunny Disposition by Deanna Gray. Amnesia, college, hockey, roommates to lovers, this is a very soft and fun read that I enjoyed as a bit of a palette cleanser. Iirc it was a little long, but a good time

Other??:

When a Scot Ties the Knot by Tessa Dare. I don't like historical romance much, but this doesn't really feel like one to me! A woman makes up a soldier to write letters to so she can avoid getting married, and years later he shows up on her doorstep ready for their wedding. This is so much fun

Transcendence by Shay Savage - two words for you: Caveman Romance. This is told entirely from the caveman's perspective and tells the story of him meeting a woman who's very odd (because she's from the future) and their life together. It drags a little bit at times, but I think it's so so fun and the end had me crying

King by TM Frazier goes a little off the rails, but I had fun with it. The main character is called 'Pup' for like 90% of the book and that was enough for me. Our FMC has amnesia and is taken in by a local gang leader and the plot goes from there

Under His Heel by Adara Wolf - ok before I say what this is about, I cannot overstate how dark and fucked up this book series is. They're disturbing. I loved them, I've read them all at least twice, but they are deeply upsetting. It takes place in space in the far distant future and follows our main character Alex as he becomes an indentured servant for a sociopath named Captain Tracht. These books are a weird mix of porn and plot, but if you want fucked up smut and fucked up relationship dynamics, this is the holy grail

#asks and answers #recs #btw rina kent's books ARE NOT GOOD but i've read like 20 of them #just because i've read them doesn't mean some of them aren't terrible lmfao #stokeholdsblog

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marshmallowprotection · 11 months

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hmm... how about doing tarot for some of the Saerans? Assuming I could grab one of my decks before going to Magenta or if I already had one on me. I figure Ray would have no context for any of it. Suit would probably try to grab them to get a reaction out of me bc you do NOT touch the cards without permission!!!! you're gonna fuck up the energy!!!!! I'm gonna have to cleanse and recharge them now!!!!!! Do!!!!!! Not!!!!! TOUCH!!!!!!! (Tho honestly, Suit's Vibes(tm) would probably muddy them up just from being in the room). Figure GE Saeran would be ready to see and learn just about anything, especially if it's one of my interests, tho I wonder how he'd feel about spiritual stuff.

Ray would have no clue about tarot. Mint Eye is a cult based around Catholicism, or at the very least, Rika's trauma surrounding it. That's something that makes a point of making itself known many times not only to the player but to anyone who... has the misfortune of being in that building for a single second. But, it wouldn't take long for him to understand the concept. To him, he would see it as a means of trying to tell your future, and nothing more.

But, the way your eyes light up and you find yourself at ease when you're shuffling your cards? It makes him curious. He wants to learn more about this craft so he can listen to you talk about it. That's how he engages with all of your interests. It doesn't matter if it wouldn't be something he'd consider interesting for himself, no, what matters the most to him is that it means something to you... so, he wants to learn so you don't have to explain yourself a million times. You deserve the talking partner of the ages that helps you feel seen.

But, the problem area for him would be his struggle to believe in the readings you give. What if you get a reading that's harsh? He doesn't want you to think the future is filled with pain. He struggles to accept that tarot doesn't just tell you good news, it warns, scolds, and does a lot more when you ask for it or need to hear it. Apart from that, he's a super avid listener and learner!

Suit Saeran's vibes are not going to help his case. He is filled to the brim with energy that already isn't helping him, and it certainly isn't going to help you or the cards out. The problem with him is easier to locate, though. You've got a good point that his instinct would be to grab the deck if he could. He wouldn't want you to "have the ability to read your future and see something positive". He understands that a deck of these cards makes a difference in your life, and he would be jealous of that peace.

You don't deserve peace after what happened to Ray... That's just the way he sees it. The secondary problem would be if he humored you... if he asked for a reading just like the ones you gave Ray. We all know he would get read for filth and it would piss him off. What would even happen in that instance apart from him shoving the cards off the top of the table before he leaves you locked up in your room for hours. It doesn't matter what your cards said, he is the strongest and he won't be swayed by "nonsense".

He's going to be disrespectful as a given... but, he'll try to make up for that later, even if damage is already done.

GE Saeran wants to support your hobbies. He has a... rough time with religion but that's not going to be a problem in him supporting whatever you believe. He needs time to figure out what feels right to him spiritually, and that means he's going to learn a lot about the rest of the world and how they engage with religion. It would actually do a lot of good for him to talk to you about what you believe, and see you practice tarot!

He has a lot of sincere questions and while it might be a little naive or clumsy...

He means well.

Saeran wants to understand you better so he understands more about what he ultimately wants to believe in. The sweet thing about him is that he'd ask if it would be okay to help you create a new deck of tarot with his help... after all, "Isn't this more powerful when you've had a hand in creating the cards, my love?" It'll give him a chance to draw different things and that's never a bad thing. He takes readings that you give him with care, too. it matters to him.

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You may already have talked about and answered this long ago, but I wanted to ask just in case because the intrusive thought has been rattling around my brain all transfer window so far:

Hypothetically, how do you think the Stonesford relationship (friendship/bond/potential romance or whatever you want to call it) would change, both in canon and fanon, if Pickford were by some incredible twist of fate transferred to Man City this year or next? Say if by the early Summer both Ederson & Moreno pick up big chronic side-lining injuries (hopefully they don't IRL of course! Not wishing anyone ill) and/or Carson retires, but no-one from the reserves/subs is quite ready to blood in yet either, and so the club has to scramble quickly to nick a good proven keeper from another Prem team to fill in for the start of next season...and it's Picks who's the best choice both available and desperately wanting to move club fast (not implausible, Everton are in a highly precarious position).

To me, this feels like it would be a very decisive make-or-break flashpoint for Jordan & John as a pair, who by now are used to not getting much time together, splitting their time, and having a lot of time apart, whether that's as best mates or anything else. They live fairly close by each other, but as it is they've got commitments and families and other mates/colleagues who take up their hours, and schedules for Prem footballers are squeezed. So, if then suddenly they got to (had to) work together daily or weekly in person, do press, go to all the same club functions, wear the same badge and go to the same training sessions/dressing room/canteen etc., how would they like all the new proximity and adjust? Would they soon start to find each other more annoying, off-putting or boring in ways they hadn't had chance to notice before? Or would they become even more endeared and interested and hard to separate?

I also can't help wondering how Stonesy's behaviour around his City teammates, especially the England lads, might cause a major sticking point. John seems very intensely focused on Jordan when they're together at England, sticking close to him at least half the time and noticeably prioritising him over all the others, but could he--would he--willingly keep doing that at City? Give up his social time and affection needs with the boys, just to keep Jordan close and feeling secure, preserve what they have? When it's nine whole months of the season to get through, and not the nine weeks total as it is for internationals, that's a much bigger ask both socially and emotionally (this was the man who refused to marry his childhood sweetheart of 11 years/first child's mother/round the way girl because he "needed space", after all.)

And how would Picks cope, seeing John draping himself all over Kyle & Kalvin & Jack every working day, nibbling their ears and climbing over their laps all day like Jordan's not even there? Or worse, all over Ruben & Laporte & KDB & Julian etc., who are lads Jordan can't even confidently rip into or shout at or warn off? (language and cultural barriers, y'know). Would he come to a place of ease with sharing and letting out more space between him and John (or adding someone/s into their little clique for two?), or would it just be too painful and humiliating, forcing Jordan to cut ties and let him go? It's one thing to watch John being John on edits and social media posts online, or on MOTD clips, or in photos, but when it's happening live in the flesh in front of his eyes every single day and he can't do a thing about it publicly, could be a different story?

In any case, it feels like at City, under Pep's watchful strict eye, there probably wouldn't be the same loose, easy, and safe freedom to be Stonesford(tm) the way they instinctively know how to at England, and to keep starting places in the City team they'd have to buck up and stop hanging off each other or hyperfocusing on each other positively or negatively, whether they preferred that or not. The demands of the top-table team and Guardiola's control would impact the way they are, one would imagine.

tl;dr it's hard to see it going smoothly for Stonesford if Picks went City, whether they stayed together/grew even closer or ended up splitting under pressure and calling time because of it. Really interested to hear your thoughts, though.

What an absolutely incredible thing to receive in my inbox!

Let me start by saying that your own thoughts on this are excellent and i thoroughly enjoyed reading this. One thing I long for is more people throwing their weight behind the story of this pairing and sharing their opinions on what will/won’t/is happening rather than just me rabbiting on about what I think, so this was an absolute joy to behold.

So, I think fundamentally their relationship is something that crosses over to both canon and the fic world - I don’t think their friendship and the way they are around each other in fic is wildly different from how they are in real life (obviously they’re not fucking, and I mean this in contrast to like Jack and Hendo - which is entirely made up based off a ten second clip), which means largely I think the consequences of Jordan joining city would be the same here and there.

My impression in both fic and in real life has long been that they work because Jordan does not, never has, and never will, need John. He’s extremely happy to just get his head down and get on with work - he has never been clamouring to into a clique, never been one to try and flaunt relationships with other footballers on insta comments or stories. Hes got no desire to be famous, to secure a big gig when he’s retired. He’s got his mates from home and his family and football is just his job, same with you or me.

And John has never not been John. When they were 18 John was hanging off Barkley, then Harty, then Kyle for years in a big way, and since then tonnes of various men. So I think Jordan would not be phased by John being John at city, not even in front of his salad.

Jordan’s not star struck by Kev and Erling and Mahrez. They’re just men. He’d happily boss City’s back line about too because apart from John and Kyle, they’re all either geeks (sorry laporte) or younguns. He’d not be scared to scream at them when he needed to.

I think where Jordan would potentially struggle would be under Pep, and what he expects, and how he can be quite brutal to the players. Jordan would either fold under the pressure, or, what I think is more likely, is that he’d thrive off it. As we’ve seen countless times - pen shoot outs, finals, everton relegation zone - he doesn’t panic and implode. He gets better the more pressure is on him.

He’s never really had any remarkable tutelage, so Pep could help him to refine the skills he has and become the great player he really is. And we know already that the way John and Jordan play together, as attested by sports journalists and pundits and all sorts of experts, makes both of them better.

Jordan’s able to stay closer to his net because John has such a tight rein over the box which makes Jordan a better keeper and less prone to accident. Conversely, Jordan’s ability on the ball, command of the back line and skill at playing out lets John relax, focus, and press deeper where needed.

As is the case with John and Kyle, the longer people have been playing together the better they become at intuiting each other’s moves and working as a unit. The three of them would certainly do well together, especially aided by City’s other star defenders.

John’s attitude towards England players at City is somewhat different, though, if we’re to go off how he’s acted in the past. I do think there are people who gravitate to the most popular person in the room and latch themselves on. I do think John is one of those people.

But what makes it work is that Jordan isn’t bothered. John will be back, like he always is, and Jordan doesn’t need him all the time anyway. In fact - in real life and in fic - too much John gets on his last nerve. So dipping in and out of favour is a blessing.

And it only turns on John on when people he loves are centre of attention. I don’t think he’d want to protect Jordan and keep him to himself, I think he’d love having him do well and be popular. He’d love nodding and saying “do you get it now?? What I’ve been saying??” It would make John want him all the more.

If John can maintain his obsession with Kyle at England and City, he would with Jordan too, I think. Like you see in the one interview they got to do with Kyle, they just end up folding in on one another and sniggering at in jokes anyway - I can’t see that changing if it’s Haaland or Dias or DeBruyne in Kyle’s place.

I think it’s worth saying though that I come at this from the point of view of their 2023 selves, which is extremely significant. Because they’ve both been to the cliff edge and back, I truly think they’re both so much more relaxed about the whole thing now. A few years ago, I’m sure the pressure would’ve crushed them. John wouldn’t be able to compartmentalise and he’d blame Jordan for things and vice versa. I feel they view all this playing time they get now as extra - a second chance. So they just enjoy themselves. And they’d enjoy exploring the sport together at premier league level now, because they’ve done everything else together. Why not this.

Anyway. None of this will ever happen because Jordan’s going to spurs… but I enjoyed thinking about it very very very much. You are welcome to discuss these matters in my ask box at all hours of the day and night xxxxx

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crackinglamb · 1 year

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2022 Writing Round-Up

Tagged by @pikapeppa, thank you lovely! 💕

Tagging @ir0n-angel (go ahead and include all your beta work), @lilbittymonster, @bogunicorn, @natsora, @demarogue, @serial-chillr, @dreadfutures and @rosella-writes. No pressure! Feel free to answer these categories or come up with your own if you want.

So, I'd actually already put together a thing for this, then Pika tagged me. 😂 This got super long, so most of it will be under a cut.

Words posted: 267,008. This total has had subtracted from it the amount that already existed for the two carry over fics (WG and Just Like Fire). So this is actually what I posted this year.

Additional Words Written: ~78K. I have a couple things on the back burner that haven't been posted yet, but they have been written, so they should be counted. Plus there's a few chapters of WG not yet published.

Grand total of words: 345K.

Fandoms: 3

Highest Kudos: She's My Plus One at 139. (WG doesn't count, not being new)

Highest Hit Oneshot: Pride, Squared at 1207.

New Things I Tried: I joined two new (to me) fandoms this year. I finally finished the Dr. Who fic I'd been lackadaisically working on for over a year and played (read?) The Wayhaven Chronicles for the first time and was inspired.

I also joined in Camp NaNo this year, as well as in November. Totals for the year – April: ~23K; July: ~16K; Nov: ~22K

And I did my first exchange! I wrote two fics for the Solavellan Hell Exchange in July.

Fic I Spent the Most Time On: WG, of course. I'm coming up on two years of continuously writing and posting that behemoth.

Fic I Spent the Least Time On: In, Through, Beyond. Written, beta'd and ready for posting in roughly 30 hours.

Favorite Thing I Wrote: Pfft, like I can choose.

Like a Slingshot Around the Sun was an absolutely self-indulgent thing that came out of me after a lot of thought about how Imogen would totally fall for Bull if not for Solas.

A Fallow Season gave me all sorts of Feels(tm) for Lark Cadash and Solas.

My Blood On Your Hands, Your Teeth In My Skin was a giftfic for the mods of my first exchange, and gave me a chance to finally, finally put some words together for my other Lavellan, Laani.

Favorite Thing I Read: Considering how many times I've gone back to read it again, Groceries, by Candyholly. A Nine/Rose timeloop fic.

Writing Goals for 2023 – Finish WG. I'm so close. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Granted it's the train labeled 'sequel', but we don't need to talk about that just yet. Among the fics sitting in the WIP pile is the full version of Maker Damned Fools (Hawke/Varric), which will begin posting on Jan 2. I'd like to get Of Ruins and Restoration (Cadash/Solas) finished too, so I can start posting the rest of it. I'll be joining another exchange (this time it's open to all Solasmance), and Fluff-uary is coming.

New Works: 13

It was actually a pretty busy year in terms of new works. And the continuation of a couple ongoing WIP's. But I've slowed down considerably, even though my wordcount doesn't appear to agree. It's been a long five years of constant creativity and I'm Tired(tm). I'm calling it now that next year won't be nearly as big.

I've listed all of this year's fics with links and gushed a little:

Little Things – I got into The Wayhaven Chronicles late this year. And this wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it. F!Detective/Mason, but Book One early relationship. Rated T for some language and suggestive moments. Because Mason of course. ~5400 words.

In, Through, Beyond – A Mirrorverse gift for @exalted-dawn. (The Mirrorverse is a collection of OC crossovers from the DAFF server, check it out here.) She'd posed a question to me about Imogen McLean and Lark Cadash meeting and how that might go. And apparently I had a lot to say about it. Rated E for shameless smut, including a threesome. 'Ware the tags. ~11.6K words.

Round Robin Volume 2 (SFW) – Speaking of the DAFF server, for our second anniversary we once again had a collaboration of prompt fics, round robin style (where each person writes a bit then passes it on to the next person). This is the one I participated in. Each chapter contains the prompt and ensuing ficlet written from it. It's mostly crack, written with the intention to be ridiculous, but I feel like this year we might have taken it a bit too seriously. I am genuinely proud of how the second prompt came out. Rated T for crude humor and mild violence, respectively. ~8800 words.

She's My Plus One – After many, many years of lurking in the fandom, I finally wrote a Dr. Who fic. Nine/Rose written from the Doctor's POV, this is a slice of life, 'could be canon' variation of the x + 1 trope. With a wild left turn at the end into AU territory because canon and I are very rarely on speaking terms. Rated M for sexual content at the end. ~12.4K words.

Like a Slingshot Around the Sun – An AU of an AU. A what-if for Imogen and Iron Bull based around the premise of 'what if Solas and Imogen didn't patch it up after the Storm Coast?'. Plotless porn, with Bull being my favorite service top. Rated E, obviously. ~5400 words.

I'll tell you my sins (and you can sharpen your knife) – Originally written as a gift for the Solavellen Hell Exchange. Stuff happened and now it's just a treat for everyone who participated in the exchange. A post-Veil look at how Solas might beg forgiveness from Lavellan. Rated T for some suggestive themes, fades to black. ~3600 words.

My Blood On Your Hands, Your Teeth In My Skin – A gift for the mods of the Solavellan Hell Exchange, because y'all deserved it. Lahalaan Lavellan has been waiting a long time for her moment in the spotlight. I'm kinda sorry it was such an angsty one, but hey, it's Solavellan. And this one is a dark!Solas to boot. Rated E for explicit sexual content that isn't truly smut...but it is. ~5K words.

A Fallow Season – The DAFF server has weekly prompts. This was the first time one of them grabbed me by the throat and demanded to be written. It started off as a drabble, then grew. And grew. Lark Cadash and Solas, in the final winter of their lives together. It's dark and tragic and beautiful. While I've placed it in Lark's series, it will not be how OR&R ends. Rated E for eventual smut. ~4600 words.

Violas and Jonquil – Rounding out Flowers for Fen'Harel with a soft ending for Ellisora Lavellan and her onetime-god lover. Fun fact, each work in this series is posted on the anniversary of the one before it. Rated G. ~1900 words.

Make It a Good One, Peaches – The final work in Til It Squeaks. Mortality comes to visit Carly Lavellan many, many years after the events of Twist and TSM. It's more sweet than bitter, but it is rated T for major character death. Tissues are available upon request. ~1700 words.

Soft In Skyhold – This year's Fluff-uary offering. 28 prompts, 28 chapters of Imogen and Co. being soft. This year Angel and I decided to make each prompt also work platonically, and as such, I determined that I would keep all of them SFW regardless of ship dynamics. Rated T for shenanigans and language. ~28.9K words.

Pride, Squared – A question/prompt given to me in the DAFF server posed the premise: Imogen between Solas and...someone else of the Fade persuasion. It became what it says on the tin. An Imogen sandwich on Pride bread. Rated E for threesome smut. 'Ware the tags. ~2700 words.

Earth Pizza and Qunari Street Food - Ages ago, Angel and I brainstormed a scene where Dorian had handprints on his butt in flour. It was always intended to either be part of Twist or TSM, but there was never room for it. So it became its own story. Carly cooking, Bull cooking, and found family. What more do you need? Rated T for some very mild angst and Adoribull shenanigans. ~4600 words.

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