#his wet puppy dog brown eyes that I could get lost in

[ricky-olson]

letting y’all know while i was making my current header i ended up making another simple eddie set SOLELY because i got distracted by joseph’s eyes

#his wet puppy dog brown eyes that I could get lost in #cough anywho should I post soon lol #maybe later this week #angel talks 💕

[holdmytesseract]

A Hypnotising Spell

model!Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend surprises you with a very sexy clip he shot for an ad - but also for you.

Warnings: suggestive/light smut, flirting, a lot of thirst, sexy Tom?

Word Count: 2,3k

a/n: I had the idea for this oneshot, as I listened to this song...

I just couldn't help myself but to write it...

Masterlist

divider by @fictive-sl0th <3

(Credit for the picture goes to @multifandom-worlds 😁)

"Tell me."

"Not a chance."

Tom shook his head; smiling playfully at you. He knew he was teasing you.

"Pleaaase?" You looked at him with literal puppy dog eyes, but it didn't work. Much to your dismay. "No, darling. I can't. Unless it's not a surprise anymore... And I want it to be a surprise."

You sighed; giving up. "Alright, got it." Tom smiled; pecked your lips softly, before he went to zip his suitcase shut. You watched how his muscles worked underneath the loose tank top he wore and bit your lip. "Not even a tiiiiny hint?"

Your boyfriend looked up at you with a warning, but still playful glare. "Y/N..." "Okay, okay!" You chuckled and lifted your hands in surrender. "I give up!" Tom smirked; something boyish glinting in his oceanic blues. "You better will. Unless, I have to make you shut up." "Nope." You said; popping the p, before you hopped to sit on your little make-up table. Legs crossed and gently swaying them. You palms were anchored to the table; supporting you. "You can't, because you have to be at the airport in exactly... thirty minutes."

"There you go..." He breathed; stepping between your legs and gently pulling your body closer towards the edge of the table. "Caused you to shut up within a mere few seconds."

The handsome Brit standing a few feet away from you beside the bed scoffed. "We both know that I don't even need thirty minutes to shut your pretty mouth."

With three long strides - and before you were able to say something, had crossed Tom the short distance between you. He dipped his head and without further ado let his lips crash against yours; making you gasp. You'd never get used to the incredible feeling of his piercings against your skin - and on your tongue.

You shortly gazed on the clock. Twenty-eight minutes until Tom had to be at the airport. Fifteen minutes until he had to leave your shared apartment.

You smirked; wetting your lips with your tongue. "And..." You started; lifting one hand and slipped it underneath his grey tank top; feeling the outlines of his abs underneath your palm. Tom gasped at your touch, "... what else do you think you could do to make me shut up in... fourteen minutes?" and words.

Due to the angle and the very loose shirt he wore - which was hanging quite low now, gave you a delicious view down his upper body. Inked skin, pierced nipples, rippling muscles and the darker hair growing between his pecs and in a thick line starting from his navel and disappearing underneath the waistband of his black gym shorts.

You let your hand climb higher; gently tucking at his right nipple piercing - making Tom to groan softly. You made it very clear what you wanted - and he knew. "So?"

Without answering you, he quickly slid his hands underneath the back of your thighs and hoisted you up in the air, before your legs found a grip around his waist a few seconds later. You squeaked up in surprise and giggled, when Tom literally slammed you down on the bed; hovering over you. Two hands planted beside your waist on the mattress; strong arms holding him up. A predatory look in his eyes.

You could also swear that those shorts looked tighter than usual. "Fourteen minutes, huh?" "Twelve," you corrected him; voice shaking with anticipation. "Twelve?" He mumbled huskily. "Still enough."

With those words he claimed your mouth with his again, but before you could get lost in his breathtaking kisses, you broke them with a wet pop and pushed him gently. He knew what to do.

Mere seconds later, Tom found himself seated on the edge of the bed. Leaned back with his elbows and forearms supporting the weight of his upper body. His legs were spread. You knelt between them; hands gripping his twitching thighs.

"I'm going to miss you..." You sighed and bestowed another kiss upon his soft lips as you stood at the airport; bidding your boyfriend goodbye. You knew where he was going... Detroit. For one week. He had been hired for a model job. More you didn't know. It was all he had told you. The rest was supposed to be a surprise.

He insisted and you let him.

"I'm going to miss you, too, darling. Even though it's just seven days." You hugged him tightly then. "Text me as soon as you landed, okay?" Tom smiled. "Sure, love. I promise."

While Tom went to work in the US, you got to work inside yours and Sam's studio in London. Your week was packed as well with quite a few photo shootings and other appointments you needed to attend.

Of course you called Tom every day at least once; mostly through video call. No matter how stressful yours or his day was, you'd always make it work someway somehow...

Tom was just jogging down the Detroit Riverwalk, when the music in his ears suddenly changed into the ring phone of his mobile. A look on his Smartwatch told him, that you were the caller. He smiled and immediately tapped the small green button to accept the call.

A shiver ran down Tom's spine. "Don't threaten me with a good time." "Ohh..." You purred. "I never would." The Brit swallowed.

"Hello, darling," Tom panted; was a little bit out of breath due to his jogging. You hesitated on the other end of the line; blinking. "Umm... Am I... interrupting something?"

Your words caused him to chuckle. "No, you're not. I'm just on my daily morning run." "Ahhh, too bad," you answered with a sigh. Tom almost choked at his own spit, but then grinned to himself. "Very naughty, my little minx." "Sorry, babe, but you know exactly how our call ended yesterday night, so..."

This wasn't going how he thought it would...

"Okay, okay, change of topic, darling. I just left the hotel and I don't wish to return straight away..." You giggled once more, "Sorry, I couldn't resist..." and took the first bite of the Cheese Macaroni Sam got you for lunch. "Why are you going on a run this early in the morning?" You checked the time. "It's 7 a.m in Detroit. What the heck, Tommy? I thought I'd wake you up from your sweet dreams, but no..."

You would've loved to talk longer to your boyfriend, but work was calling as well...

Tom chuckled. "I sincerely apologise for disappointing you. Unfortunately, I had to get up earlier, because I have to be at the studio in... An hour." "Ugh... Sounds like a long day is ahead of you, babe." "Most likely, yes." He took a few deep breaths, before speaking again. "And you, love? What are you up to?"

You took another bite of the Cheese Macaroni. "Two photo shoots and a little shopping trip with Sam." Tom smiled; passing by a few people who were walking their dogs. "Sounds great, love. Have fun." "Thanks. And you? Anything else beside whatever it is you need to go to the studio for?" "Not much, honestly. Perhaps having a little swim in the hotel swimming pool, but beside that..." You bit your lip; smiling. "Sounds great. Next time I- Oh... Sam's here. I think I have to keep on working. Have a great day, babe. I love you." "Thank you, darling. I wish you a wonderful day, too. I love you even more."

Five days later, you welcomed Tom back home - and you were absolutely excited. You couldn't wait to see what surprise Tom had for you.

While he unpacked his suitcase, you leaned against the door frame; watching him with anticipation. "You are so impatient, darling." Tom said; chuckling, while he threw his dirty clothes in the hamper. "Yes, obviously, because my boyfriend was away for one week for a single model job and just doesn't wanna tell or show me anything. I wanna seeee!" The Brit chuckled again. He turned to you and walked over; resting both hands on your hips. "And you will, I promise. It just... takes another day or two."

You whined. "Tommy..."

Your jaw dropped. "Whaaat? Why?"

Tom smiled, "You'll see." and pressed a sweet kiss on your nose. You huffed. "That's not fair." "Life isn't."

"What?" You boyfriend answered; giggling.

"Stop being a moralizer. You are already smart enough." Tom couldn't help but laugh out loud. Sometimes he wasn't the only one who behaved like a small child.

He wrapped you up in his arms and brushed his lips over your neck, which caused a shiver to run down your spine at the sensation of his piercing grazing your skin. "I love you."

You smiled. "I love you, too."

Two days later, you came home from work in the evening; throwing your keys on the counter and taking off your shoes, you walked towards the kitchen. Hungry. You were utterly hungry.

You didn't find something to eat, though... Tom was leaning against the kitchen counter with a little, quadratic envelope in his hand. Through the window of said envelope, you could make out the features of a CD.

"Hi, ba- Ohhh... Is this what I think it is?" Tom greeted you with a kiss; then nodded. "Indeed."

You squealed. "Show me!"

"Don't you wish to eat something, first?" He asked; wetting his lips and giving you a glimpse of his tongue piercing. You shook your head. "Nope. I wanna see what you've been up to in Detroit."

Tom smiled. "Alright."

"A... A clip? Tommy, did you do an ad?" Tom smiled down at you and clicked onto it. "Watch and see..."

You squealed once more and followed him into your shared office. He started the computer and put the CD in the drive. Then Tom turned the swivel chair. "Take a seat, milady." You sat down excitedly. He turned you around again, so that you were facing the big screen of the computer. "Are you ready for your surprise?" "Gods, yes!" He chuckled. His way too big hand enveloped the way too small computer mouse as he went to open the file.

You had anticipated to see a lot of pictures, since you thought he had a photo shoot, but there wasn't a single picture to be seen. On the CD was only one file - a clip.

So, you did.

The screen was dark. All you could hear was the sounds of (presumably) Detroit city. Engines, people chatting, car horns, foot steps. But after a few seconds, the sounds of a quite familiar song kicked in... 'It's A Man's, Man's, Man's World' by James Brown.

You swallowed hard. That was one of those typical 'sexy man' songs - and if Tom was anything, then sexy. You hadn't seen Tom yet, but you already knew that it fitted him perfectly.

Tom.

Finally, after a few seconds, the darkness on the screen vanished; turned into an old street in Detroit. Old buildings, old street signs, old traffic lights and old cars.

The camera drifted over the grey asphalt, until it met a pair of brown, almost cowboy-like boots.

The camera climbed up Tom; showed now his long legs, which were covered by loose light blue trousers. Cord trousers.

Then his upper body was shown - perfectly in time with the song.

You swallowed. It looked like typical 70s clothes.

Your boyfriend wore a wide black shirt. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the first few buttons undone; exposing some of his tattoos. A silvery necklace hung low across the exposed skin; drawing your attention to the fine, dark hair underneath.

Tom had thrown a dark blue denim jacket over his left shoulder and was casually standing on said street.

This is a man's world, sang James Brown - and the delicious deadly combination of the music and Tom's look almost caused your heart to stop for a second.

He looked drop-dead sexy.

Tom looked around, subtly wetted his lips and started to walk down the street then. His entire backside was filmed - and it all happened in slow motion.

Torture..., you thought. Sweet torture.

You were staring. Simply staring. Shamelessly and certainly not respectfully.

The next shot was a car. An old Jaguar XJ 12 to be exactly... In black.

Tom walked towards the Jag. Then the scene changed and showed how he leaned casually sideways against the hood of the vehicle. Long legs crossed; one hand buried in the pocket of his trousers and the other running through his styled hair.

You almost combusted on the office chair; fingers gripping the armrests tight.

The scene changed once again and showed how Tom sat graciously inside the car and how he drove the Jaguar. A close-up of the opened window with his hand and forearm resting on the door was shown. The camera was fully focused on his hand, which seemed even bigger. Long fingers adjusted the side-view mirror; veins pulsing beneath the skin.

In the background was Tom softly biting his lip; oceanic blue eyes literally shining.

The back of the car and Tom driving down the street was the last thing to be seen, before the screen got dark. The music faded gently with the credits rolling.

You were still staring.

Both, you and Tom erupted into giggles.

"And?" Tom's voice suddenly urged to your ears. "What do you think? Do you like it?" You turned your head and looked at your boyfriend; blinking. "Like it? Like it? Tommy, like is absolutely understated." You scoffed. "That was probably the sexiest thing I have ever seen." Tom smiled cheekily and ran a hand through his blonde-brown locks. "That was exactly what I wanted to achieve."

You bit your lip and stood up; straddling Tom's thighs as he sat on the other swivel chair beside you. "Ohh, really?" You asked; climbing onto his lap. He nodded; "Yes, ma'am." hand immediately gripping your waist. "Very naughty." Tom chuckled. "I thought you knew that, darling." "Well, yeah... You've got a point."

"Please tell me that you still have the clothes from the video." Your boyfriend gave you a smouldering look and winked. "Of course I do."

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#tom hiddleston one shot #tom hiddleston x y/n #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston oneshot #tom hiddleston fanfiction #model!Tom Hiddleston #Spotify

[eddieandbird]

I Can See You, Eddie

Summary: Perv!Eddie watches you from inside while you workout in the backyard

Warnings/Tags: Perv!Eddie|F!Reader|Voyeurism?|Oral(m receiving)|Slight Humiliation|Sub!Eddie|

A/N: Reposted from my old account [edited and extended] -Bird

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“God he’s really doing that. He really can’t stop staring at me,” You said quietly to yourself. It was noon and the sun was finally beaming down on Indiana after a whole week of crazy thunderstorms. You were looking forward to having a peaceful workout in the privacy of your backyard, but Eddie made it impossible. You saw that he had been watching you cycle away on your stationary bike since you got out there.

He was inside the house, head peeking over your loveseat. All you could see of him was his beatty brown eyes and a mop of black hair above them. He couldn’t see you were staring back at him as your eyes were hidden by the big round sunglasses you wore.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous…” Eddie whispered as he filled his vision of you pedaling away. He sat hunched over, your couch pillow between his thighs. The only thing between the pillow and his hard cock was the thin fabric of his grey boxers. He was in a trance watching your breasts bounce in your tiny lime-green sports bra, with each rotation you made. Your matching gym shorts led down your legs that were now freckled in sweat. Eddie began grinding himself into the pillow, trying to match the beat of your riding. The small living room was filling up with the sounds of Eddie’s moans as he imagined you were underneath him, bouncing into his violent thrusts.

You were mad at Eddie at first, disgusted that he would turn a normal activity to something so perverted, but that thought didn’t last for long. Your mind was suddenly racing around Eddie. Your body needed him, but you didn’t want to give in to him too quickly. You picked up your water bottle from the cup holder in your bike and held it above you. You had your mouth open to catch the water, but you purposefully let a lot of it drip down your chin onto your chest. The temperature of the water and the thin layers of fabric in your bra showed off your now hard nipples. You couldn’t see exactly what Eddie was doing, but you knew he was absolutely losing his mind.

After a couple more minutes of watching each other, the butterflies in your stomach were almost unbearable. You were so curious to see what Eddie was doing. You wanted to know every dirty thing he was thinking while he stared at you. You slowed your bike down to a stop and got off. Eddie pulled the pillow from beneath him and covered himself with it. He expected you to come through the sliding door he watched out of, but you instead walked around the back. When you left the field of his vision, he shot up and tried to look for you, remaining behind the glass. You quietly came inside through the garage, slowly closing each door behind you. You tip-toed into the living room, seeing Eddie looking out the window for you like a lost puppy.

“Whatcha lookin at, Munson?” You asked as you appeared behind him. You had your hands behind your back, pushing your breasts further in front of you. He clumsily turned around to look at you, bumping his head on the window in the process.

“Ow! Nothing!” He yelled. You noticed his hands. The left one was on his head, rubbing the spot he had bumped. The right was tugging down his shirt. You swatted away his right hand. “What the fuck are you doing?” Without anything to shield him, you saw that he was fully erect and he had a large spot of precum that had spread across the grey fabric.

“You’re such a fucking dog, Eddie,” You scoffed. “Tsk Tsk. What am I going to do with you Babe?” You step closer and closer to him, startling him enough to have his back pressed against the window. 

“Baby, what are you doing?” His eyes widened. You kept creeping up until your body was fully pressed into his. You felt him shudder as he felt the soft squish of your breasts against his chest, the wetness, now getting on Eddie’s tank top.

“I think we should take care of this so I can get back to my workout,” You took your hand and traced a line straight down from his collarbone down to his twitching cock. Once there, you palmed it and smirked at Eddie. He lifted his hand towards your chest, but you held him by the wrist.

“C’mon Baby, don’t tease me like this. I need to touch you,” He whined, combing his hand through his hair in frustration.

“No. You lost that privilege when you decided to be a creep,” You gave an evil laugh before kissing Eddie deeply. From his lips, you traveled down his neck and chest. You continued downward until you were on your knees. You grabbed a hold of his underwear’s waistband and roughly yanked it down. You had a wide grin as you watched Eddie’s cock bounce in front of your face. “Look at you. You’re such a mess,” You cooed. You held his hips steady as you made a long lick from the bottom of his shaft to the top. His hands were flat to the window as he threw his head back in pleasure.

“Fuck Baby, your mouth feels amazing,” Eddie’s right hand eventually found the back of your head, grabbing a handful of hair to assist you bobbing up and down on him. You would smile if you weren’t so focused on swirling your tongue around the tip of his dick. He took his opportunity to tangle his hands in your hair as he felt the slow and steady rhythm of your mouth swallowing him. You felt goosebumps develop along your arms as you heard him softly whimpering with each stroke.

“O-Oh shit!” Eddie cursed. He forced his hips forward before cumming down your throat. You took a moment to swallow and wipe the spit off your lips as you stood back up.

“Good?” You asked before giving him an open mouthed kiss.

“Good,” He smiled and said breathlessly.

“Cool,” You giggled as you grabbed his face, squishing his cheeks inward. “Stop fucking spying on me. Got it?” He shook his head repeatedly with his eyes closed in bliss.

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie pov #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #eddie munson fanfic

[evangeline444]

[waddles in] 💪🧠👀👃😍🦴🔥💌 for Sammael . pleaes.

💪 : What is your OC’s most physically attractive attribute?

Probably his eyes, he’s got hetrochromia so one of his eyes is light green while the other is brown with golden flecks and has the prettiest eyelashes known to man. He definitely also has major puppy dog eyes (werewolf moment🥰)

🧠 : What is your OC’s most mentally attractive attribute?

Ummmmmmm his strength, he’s survived a-lot over the years especially when he was still controlled by the chantry and has spent all of his life fighting against the control the chantry and his handlers had over him. He’s lost himself to their control more than once but has never fully given up fighting.

👀 : Does your OC believe they are attractive? Do they use that to their advantage?

I think he definitely knows people find him attractive but he rarely purposefully uses that to his advantage. The most he would do is a cheeky smile or puppy dog eyes when he’s flirting. He certainly doesn’t mind if it works in his favor that people find him attractive though.

👃 : Does your OC smell good? Do they have a signature scent?

He smells like wet dog

jokes aside i think he actually smells really good, like petrichor, leather,and woodsy musk(also probably blood even when he hasn’t been in a fight recently)

😍 : What does your OC find irresistible in others?

Strength, in all forms is just unbelievably attractive to him. He’s spent a-lot of his life having to protect himself or worry about having to protect others from himself should he lose control, the idea that someone else could take on the role of protector for him is something that isn’t just attractive, its comforting. He also likes knowing that if he ever lost control there are people who could stop him from hurting anyone.

🦴 : Does your OC have much sexual experience? What are they like?

He does, some of it doesn’t bring fond memories, at least the experiences from before his escape from the chantry. Following his escape he enjoys the freedom and agency it gives him to choose his sexual partners. I think he’s generally the type to be down to try anything once and particularly enjoys when theres a bit of a struggle for dominance, especially if it ends with him being overpowered.

🔥 : What’s a surefire way to make your OC get flustered?

Honestly overpowering him is one of the few things that gets him flustered. He’s a big guy and he’s killed more people than he can count with his bare hands and brute strength so its not exactly everyday that someone else puts him on his ass. It just absolutely drives him nuts when the person he’s attracted to is able to pin him down or even just land a couple of decent hits on him. Sparring is basically foreplay to him.

💌 : How would they plan a romantic evening for a significant other?

He’s never really had to organize a romantic evening in the past but I think if he tried to he would be really earnest about it, doing his absolute best to figure out exactly what his partner would enjoy. Maybe tries to get flowers for them, but their all wild flowers that he picked himself and most of them are weeds and they get kinda crushed in his hands even though he’s trying his best to be gentle with them. He fumbles a-lot of his plans for the evening but its sort of charming because he clearly wants his partner to enjoy themselves. In the end he just settles for a night under the stars with his partner in his arms, maybe a round of sparring before they fall into bed together.

#oc: sammael ‘the hound’ #my poor little bark bark

[jellybeandrawsthings]

☹️hi i dont usually do this thing where i ask for art/thoughts on things but ive had a super bad day and i was just curious as to what your take on your wounded-on-krypton Kara would be doing with Lena if she hadn't of come out as Supergirl but they still met and fell in love- would Kara just be floating around Lena's apartment during quarantine listening to Lena read books and making her gf tea's and flying out to get her her supplies so Lena would stay safe from getting sick? I really love your art.

aww, I'm sorry u had a bad day, I made a little doodle and tried writing a little story for it as well that should answear your queastion about my scarred!Kara and her relationship with Lena if she didn’t became Supergirl (tho I'm not a writer, so its quality might not be the best)  hopefully it will make u feel even just a little bit better

The first time she met Lena, Kara was going to L-Corp to get a prosthetic replacement from their new Cybernetic Futures program since she kind of destroyed her old one.

Okay, she definitely destroyed her old one, but to be fair, who knew kicking a cement boulder with a prosthetic leg made from human metals but with the force of an angry and very frustrated superpowered being would destroy said metal leg. Really, who could've predicted that?

Walking into the building with warm coffee in hand proved to be more difficult than Kara hoped, her busted prosthetic making her wobble every two steps since she didn't have a spare she could wear - this was the spare - and the slippery tiled floor didn't help. Making her way to the elevator she kept glancing down focusing on her steps, this meant she didn't notice when a woman absorbed in her phone walked straight into her path. On instinct, she relaxed her body as to not harm the human she collided with, unfortunately, that meant she lost her barely-there, to begin with, balance and was sent sprawling onto the floor and her coffee splashing straight at the woman's shirt. Perfect. Just what she needed today.

She had an apology already forming on her lips when she looked up and for the first time noticed the woman, no, the goddess she bumped into. Her hair was black, but when it caught the light it shone deep chestnut brown and cascading down her back, her skin was pale and looked so soft Kara found herself wanting to touch it, her fingers twitching at her sides. The woman's eyes were green, though her right eye seemed to be two shades lighter, more gray than green. She wasn't looking at her currently occupied with taking in the state of her clothes. And Rao, her clothes. The outfit was that of a businesswoman, high heels ready to kill, dark burgundy slacks with a matching suit jacket, loose black tie, and a white shirt. A white shirt that was now covered in Kara's coffee. Oh no. She needed to fix this, like, immediately. The best place to start is with an apology, right?

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Lena was having a pretty normal day, all things considered. She should have known her days are never normal. She woke up early, ate a small breakfast, and went to work. There she had meetings with investors from 8 to 11, some paperwork to sign, a small meeting with the head of R&D at 12, and now she finally had enough time to take a break and maybe grab some lunch. With a certain sandwich place in mind, she made her way down to the ground floor and, while answering some last-minute e-mail made her way to the exit of the building.

Before she could even make it halfway to the wide double door, she felt something surprisingly solid and at the same time very wobbly bump into her, and then a sudden warmth and wetness on her chest. Looking down at herself confirmed what she already suspected, someone, spilled coffee on her. Thankfully it was only warm and not scalding hot the last thing she needed right now was dealing with coffee-induced burns. Making sure her shirt was the only thing damaged in the incident, Lena paid no mind to the person who bumped into her, that is until a very apologetic voice started talking to her. From the floor. Looking away from her ruined shirt, she took in the person frantically trying to apologize for spilling coffee on her, at least that's what she thinks the woman was trying to do, seeing as at his point she was rambling a mile a minute.

The woman on the floor looked young, probably around the same age as Lena herself, she had blond wavy hair gathered in a messy ponytail and hidden behind cute square-framed glasses, the bluest eyes she has ever seen. There was a burn scar covering most of the left side of her face and neck and more peeking out from under her shirt. Her left leg ended right below the knee, and the prosthetic she was wearing looked like someone put it under an industrial press and then tried to put it back into shape with a hammer. She was wearing blue sneakers, jean shorts, and a yellow tank top with tiny rainbow dinosaurs on it that gave her an unobscured view of the rippling muscles in her arms as she gesticulated wildly still rambling out something resembling an apology.

Taking it all in Lena came to one conclusion. She's cute. And so with warm coffee drying on her chest and a beautiful woman at her feet, really what else was there for Lena to do other than ask the blonde out on a date.

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They moved in together after a year of dating. Alex asked if they were sure, but there wasn't a doubt in their minds that this was what they wanted. It felt right. And they were glad for this decision since a few months later, they and most of the world's population were confined to their homes.

Days in quarantine were spent working from home on their laptops with their legs entwined together and sharing a blanket out of the view of the cameras. When they weren't working they were finding new ways to entertain themselves. Slowly making their way through the classics of fantasy and sci-fi literature, with Kara floating them above the couch and Lena laying on top of her chest reading aloud from her Kindle was how they were spending most of the evenings. During the weekends when there was less work, Lena tried to teach Kara how to bake - with mixed results - and Kara made it her mission to recreate as many childhood experiences Lena missed out on living with the Luthors as possible. Her blanket fort wasn't the most structurally sound, but it sure was cozy. Movie nights were a nightly routine, and cooking dinner together became the most sacred daily ritual neither of them dared or wanted to skip. Weekly game nights through zoom were initiated almost immediately after lockdown and to no one's surprise, Lena and Alex's competitiveness did not lessen with the development of not being in the same room. If anything it became worse. Bets about how long will it take for the two of them to start fighting and accusing each other of cheating were as much a tradition as game nights itself. Most days though were spent working and lounging together with Kara occasionally flying out to pick up supplies they needed. And when one day Kara flew through the balcony with two cats and a dog saying there wasn't enough space in shelters, who was Lena to refuse those cute puppy eyes (it didn't hurt that the dog and cats were adorable as well).

#consulting with the oracle #annonymous #supercorp #ficlet

[divinerulerluvr]

Womanizer

Summary - Warren Lipka picks you up after studying to have some fun and buy time.

Warnings - basic smut with a bit of a pain kink, breeding kink, that's the main things idk what else to advise you about.

A/N - I feel we need more warren shit on tumblr since he is arguably one of Evan's best characters outside of ahs. this fic has nothing to do with the plot of American animals so no spoilers ahead.

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Warren’s car comes speeding down the road, skidding to a stop where i stand on the sidewalk.The window was rolled down, letting me see his pretty face. “Hiya there, stranger,” he jokes, a smile on his lips.

Chuckling, i walk around the car and get into the passenger side. It was late at night and i had just finished studying for my exam on Monday and who better to call at two in the morning on a Friday than Warren?

The moment I had buckled my seatbelt, Warren drove off. He always drove like he was in a car chase. It scares me sometimes but we’ve never been pulled over or gotten into a crash.

His music plays loudly, only making him drive faster. He tends to get lost in the moment. “What were you studying this time?” he asks, looking over to me as he pulls up to an abandoned intersection at a stoplight.

“The uh, Stonewall Riot of 1969,” I answer, looking over to meet his eyes. My minor was in Social Justice so of course, the Stonewall Riot was a topic we’d talk about. “Cool. That chick who was like, the leader of the riots was cool,” Warren replies, driving again when the hue of the green light filled the dark car.

I just nod, looking out my window. It was late at night so not a lot of people were out on the roads. The occasional drunk person or car was all you could spot. “Where do you wanna go?” he asks me.

It was always a dreaded question. Warren knew this, that’s why he always hesitated to ask. Sometimes he’d just drive around with no destination in mind because we had nowhere to go or be. I never wanted to go home and neither did he.

“I don’t know,” I say with a heavy sigh. Warren pulls into an abandoned parking lot, screeching the car to a stop and putting it in park. He grabs something out of the cup holder and I see he holds a joint.

He lights it, inhaling it first before offering it to me. “I stopped smoking weed,” I turn down. Warren smiles, a look of playful shock in his eyes. “My god, Y/n. Repenting, I see,” he jokes, taking another hit on the joint.

“I hope you don’t think you’re better than me now,” he comments, leaning back in his seat. He turns down the music a bit, silencing ‘Piano Man’ by Billy Joel. “How's college?” Warren asks me, his eyes studying my face.

The only source of light was from the dim street lamp that Warren had parked next to. I shrug, my lips pressed together. “Fine. Stressful but I can handle it,” I answer, resting my head back on the seat.

“You look tired,” Warren notices, his eyes evaluating my face like I was some complex math equation. I chuckle weakly. “Thank you for that,”

“College is bullshit, anyway. All the famous and rich people dropped out of high school. Let alone graduated college,” Warren tries to comfort. “All you need to succeed is money and charisma. And to be honest, Y/n, you’re already halfway there,”

I turn my head to look at him, a small smile spreading on my lips. “You think I’m charismatic?” I ask. Warren nods, exhaling smoke from his joint out of his rolled-down window. “Charisma is mostly how attractive you are and the other half is being nice so, yeah,”

“That is the nicest thing I think you have ever said, Lipka,” I say, almost surprised by his compliment. He chuckles, shaking his head as he looks away from me. “The weed makes me nice,” he excuses.

“I have to agree,”

“You are very pretty though,” Warren states, his voice lowered with affection. I turn my head back to face him, seeing the forlorn look in his dark eyes as he looks at me. “You’re pretty, too,” I compliment in return, reaching out and twirling a strand of his shaggy, brown hair around my finger.

Warren places his hand on my thigh in return, his eyes heavy on mine as his thumb rubs small circles on my inner thigh. “Third hookup of the month?” Warren suggests.

“That’d be the last one and it’s only the sixteenth,” I reply. He and I had this rule that since we were friends with benefits that we got three hookups a month. It keeps order in our friend group. Warren sighs, a look of disappointment on his face. “So?”

I roll my eyes playfully, feeling his hand creep further up my thigh and closer to my core. “Fine,” I say as if I were tired of arguing but in reality, I really wanted it as well. He leans over the center console of the car, his lips locking with mine without hesitation.

Kissing back, my fingers tangle in his hair as his fingers rub my clit lightly through the fabric of my pants. I moan into the kiss, my free hand going to his dick and palming him through his jeans.

Warren pulls from the kiss first, his eyes dark with lust and his cheeks red. “Backseat,” he instructs vaguely. With a simple nod, I crawl into the backseat, already taking off my leggings and tee shirt as he joins me in the backseat.

I help him take off his shirt, running my hand up his toned torso, feeling his warm skin. He does the same to me, his hand running down my bare leg. He lays me across the seats, pulling my panties off in one clean motion before settling between my legs.

Our lips meet again, my hands on his face to deepen the kiss. The kiss was hot and desperate. Sex with him was always like this. Like he was going to die if he didn’t fuck me in the next five minutes.

Warren was a very impatient man. Which causes for hot and oh so unholy sex.

His hand travels down between our bodies, slipping under my bra and playing with my breasts. I arch my back, my moans silenced by his lips. The car was already getting hot, causing a thin sheen of sweat to break out on our skin.

My hands go to his pants out of habit, undoing the zipper to his jeans easily. Pulling them down, I pull back the waistband to his boxers to let his dick out. I feel him smile into the kiss, impressed with my eagerness. He didn’t even have to make a snide comment about it, I just knew he was thinking it.

His hands move down my body, stopping at my hips where he holds me in place so he can push into me. His lips leave him, his eyes admiring the way my mouth falls agape as I feel his dick inside of me.

My legs wrap around his waist, my nails digging into the skin of his shoulder blades as he bottoms out inside me. He pushes some hair out of my face, stalling any movements to help me adjust.

“You look so pretty with me inside of you, pup,” he says, his lips grazing over mine in a taunting way. I whimper, a shudder running through my body as he moves his hips just so slightly. “Oh, you want more?” he asks teasingly.

I nod eagerly, giving him my best puppy dog eyes to hopefully make him cave. He runs his thumb over my lower lip before pushing it into my mouth. I gladly accept it, sucking on his thumb as he pulls his hips back and thrusts into me roughly.

I screw my eyes shut, my walls clenching as Warren sets a fast and relentless pace right away. My wetness made it easy for him, as he likes to say. Any noises I made were muffled by his thumb in my mouth.

My stomach tightens in knots as pleasure floods over me. Warren pulls his thumb from my mouth, his eyes on mine as he admires his work. Tears gather in my eyes, my skin hot to touch. He caresses my cheek, his hand falling down to my neck where he drags his nails down my neck and trails down to my breasts.

A whimper falls from my lips, my hips bucking to meet his as he continues to fuck me into oblivion. “Warren,” I moan weakly, my voice dripping with submission.

A groan leaves his lips, his eyes closing briefly as he indulges in his own pleasure. “You feel so good, baby. You’re such a good girl,” he praises, his words sending more arousal through my body.

I run my fingers through his hair, our eyes locked. Warren loves to keep eye contact during sex. Says that seeing the look on my face was better than the sex itself.

Already close to my orgasm, Warren runs his hand between our bodies, his fingers locating my clit effortlessly and rubbing slow circles on it to double my pleasure. I moan out, my eyes falling shut again as I bask in the feeling.

Warren removes his hand from my clit, moving to snake under my back so he could flip me around so we were now in doggy style. He quickly resumes his thrusts, hitting deeper inside of me than prior.

I rest my hand on the fogged-up window for stability, my head thrown back. Warren’s fingers tangle in my hair, pulling a handful of it. I cry out weakly, his grip on my hair being painful. Using my hair as leverage, he leans back as he fucks me roughly.

Right on the edge of an orgasm, I hold back knowing that Warren liked to make sex last due to my three times a month rule.

Using every ounce of willpower to repress my orgasm, my walls clench around his dick tightly. “Aww, is my baby gonna cum?” Warren asks in a mocking tone, just his mere words making me want to give up my fruitless battle.

I just nod, a pathetic moan leaving my lips as his fingers dig into my hips. “Go ahead, I give you permission,” he allows. With a sigh of relief, I give up everything and let the pleasure take over. With one last cry of his name, I’m falling apart.

The only way to explain an orgasm from Warren was like being able to sit down after running for days and days on end.

My entire body shakes and I find myself relying on his grip on my hips to keep me up. Soft pants leave my lips as my ears ring, my eyes screwed closed as pressure from my veins releases itself all at once.

Warren fucks me through my orgasm, leaving me a shaky mess as he cums inside of me. Ceasing his thrusting, he carefully pulls out of me, running his finger through my soaked slit to admire his work.

Panting, I sit back down on the seat, pulling my panties back on. “Shit. I gotta get to a bathroom now,” I huff, suddenly very aware of how uncomfortable having his cum in me would be. Warren smiles charmingly, shrugging. “Everything’s closed,”

I sigh, getting back into the front seat and pull on the rest of my clothes. Warren follows behind me, pulling his shirt back on as he puts the car into drive. I lean back in my seat, still catching my breath as Warren skirts out of the dark parking lot and onto the main road.

“Just don’t tell my boyfriend, ‘kay?”

“As always, friend,”

#evan peters #warren lipka #ahs #american animals #smut #fic #kai anderson #james patrick march #tate langdon #kit walker

[forever-rogue]

Could you do a Javier peña x female reader where javi gets naughty and teases her in public but she gets her revenge at home that night by putting on a show and saying “only good boys get to touch”?? Thank you, your writing is so good!

One way or another, this ended in sin. Enjoy!

Javier Peña x Fem!Reader ; warnings: language, smut (18+ only!)

Javier Masterlist

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"Stop," you hissed through gritted teeth as Javier toyed with the hem of your dress. It was already tight, purposely chosen to give him an eye full, but not enough to cause him to touch. You, Javier, and Steve were currently out at dinner, talking it up with a bunch of big wigs from the Colombian government. Not exactly a place for him to be making a scene, "Javier."

"You say you don't enjoy this," he pretended he dropped something and leaned down, whispering so only you could hear, "then why are you so wet?"

He straightened back up, but kept his hand on your thigh as he pushed your damp panties to the side and ran a finger through your soaked folds. Bastard. 

Instinctively you tried to close your legs, but Javier was faster and able to keep his hand between your legs. He was practically fucking smirking at your vain attempts to pull away. 

"Stop this, now," you insisted, almost banging your fist on the table as he circled over your clit with his thumb. He was enjoying this far too much, somehow managing to keep a conversation going without so much as missing a beat as you struggled to keep from moaning.

"Everything alright?" he feigned innocence as he turned to you when everyone noticed your lapse in conversation. It took everything in your power to nod and smile politely as if your secret, but not so secret, boyfriend wasn’t about to fingering you, "you look a little flushed."

"Nooope," you managed to squeak out as he curled his fingers just right and hit your sweet spot, "just fiiiine."

"Hmm," he mused before shrugging his shoulders and getting back to his own conversation. You were so wet you could practically feel your arousal dripping down your leg as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. The sound was disgustingly obscene, so wet and filthy, you were surprised no one else could hear it. 

But then, as you edged closer and closer to your blissful release, Javier pulled his hand away, bringing his fingers to his lips and discreetly sucking them clean as if he had gotten food on them. 

Your mouth dropped as you watched him with an incredulous expression. He pretended he didn't notice at first before turning back to grin as you downed the rest of your wine.

"What the fuck is your problem?" you narrowed your eyes at him, cursing him for being such a bastard, "you're going to pull that little stunt and then not even let me finish?!"

"You were getting a little loud," he said casually, sipping on his drink as he waved at a couple of people he recognized at another table, "I didn't want you to be embarrassed or cause a scene, baby. You’re normally such a good girl, what happened?”

“Javier Peña,” you huffed at him as he just continued to have the most saccharine look on his face, “I hate you. We’re done. I never want to see you again!”

Grabbing your purse, you stood up, ready to make up some sort of bullshit excuse about you just remembered a prior engagement. Anything to get out of there and finish what Javi had started. He caught your wrist and looked at you with the softest, big, brown puppy dog eyes before pouting, “you don’t mean that.”

“Yeah...well...right now I do,” you hissed at him before pulling out of his grasp and offering a good evening to the rest of the table, without so much as even offering him another glance. It hadn’t taken more than a few moments to come up with your little plan to get back at Javi; you knew him like a book, and for once you were going to be a few steps ahead. 

You could practically feel his eyes glued to your backside as you left the restaurant, a smirk spreading on your face as you picked up your coat at the check. 

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It wasn’t much later before you heard Javi’s keys in the lock as he returned to his apartment. You were lying in his bed, dressed in the newest bit of lingerie you’d stashed in one of his drawers for an occasion just like this. You were sipping on some champagne as you laid there, attempting to look as innocent as possible. 

“Baby? I thought you were mad and didn’t want to see me again,” he called out as he spied the light on his room, slowly making his way down the hall. You prepared yourself, reminding yourself that he deserved retribution for earlier and you would make him suffer. His tie was already loosened and half off as he came into the bedroom. He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes widening as he drank in the sight of you, “fuck.”

“Hi Javi,” you offered him a sweet little smile as you batted your lashes at him, “didn’t take long for you to come. I thought you were having oh so much fun with the guys?”

“Fuck them,” he tossed his tie onto the floor, already starting to unbutton his shirt, the growing bulge in his pants visible, “new set?”

“Mhmm...bought it just for you, Javi,” you touched over the barely there lace that covered your breasts, watching as he visibility swallowed the lump in his throat. His shirt was off in mere seconds before he reached for his waistband, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“You can’t be in here looking like that, and not expect me to want to fu-”

“Only good boys get to touch,” you leaned and crawled to the edge of the bed, holding up a finger and stopping him. He raised his eyebrows as he watched you in disbelief, “what, baby? Did you think I would let you touch me or fuck me after that little stunt you pulled? Mhmm...I don’t think so.”

“You’ve got to be...kidding me,” his eyes were almost black with lust as you just nodded sweetly before laying back against his soft blankets and pillows. His cock twitched in his trousers as he felt like a little piece of his soul was dying then and there. This was practically torture - if not worse, “what am I supposed to do?”

“Oh, yeah, hmmm...looks painful,” you mused as he sighed, “well, I can tell you exactly what you’re going to do. You’re going to sit in that chair and watch me touch myself. You don’t get to touch yourself either.”

“Shit,” he groaned, but as soon as he noticed the fierce, predatory look in your eyes, he decided not to argue and sat down, “you’re a tease.”

“Me?” you propped yourself against the pillows, “what about you? You edged me and left me practically dripping.”

Before he could protest, you touched your breast, squeezing it through the fabric and causing your nipple to peak before doing the same thing to the other. It was easy to get lost in the motions, letting a few moans spill from your mouth as you imagined it was his hand or mouth on you. He watched you eagerly, seemingly not blinking or breathing as he watched you play with your breasts. 

“Javi,” his name practically rolled off your tongue like a reverent prayer. Reaching behind your back, you undid the clasp of your bra and let it slowly fall down your arms before tossing it to join Javi's tie. Stretching, you made sure he got a good view of your chest and before gliding your hand down to your body and to your mound. 

"Shit...baby," you could see that he was straining against his trousers, "please let me touch you…"

"No," you purred as you touched yourself over the lacy panties, feeling how soaked they already were. The mere thought of having this much power over him was...sexy. You teased yourself over the fabric for a few moments, making all the lewd noises possible, "Javi...fuck, I'm so wet. All for you. Want to see, baby boy?"

"Hermosa…"

"Mhmmm," you slipped a hand inside your panties and circled over your swollen clit. You were already so wet, that it was practically threatening to drip down your thigh. Combined with your arousal and would be orgasm from earlier, you were almost at your peak again.Glancing up, you could see that he was practically craning his neck to get a better look. Deciding to egg him on, you threw your head back as you added another finger and dragged it through your soaked folds  "oh Javi."

“Shit,” his hands were on the arm rests of the chair, as for once he listened to you and refrained from touching himself. His grip was so tight that the skin over his knuckles was stretched and practically white, “wanna see.”

“I bet you do,” you pulled your hand out and slowly made your way over to him, stopping directly in front of his body, practically humming with energy before holding up your fingers to him, “suck.”

Javier practically groaned at your words, but did as you asked, taking your fingers in his mouth as he sucked them clean. Only when you were sure he had done a thorough job, did you pull your hand back, but not before grabbing his chin in your hands and roughly forcing him to look at you, “oh, so you can be a good boy. Very good.”

“Baby, you’re going to be the death of me,” you beamed at his words, gently carding a hand through his dark locks as he keened into your touch. You let him face his moment, pretending to lean down to kiss him, but instead picking up his tie. He watched you with a small huff as you grabbed his wrists, tying them together, just enough to be tight, but not enough to truly restrict him. It was more of a show of power in the moment, and you wanted to wield it over him for once. Before going back to the bed, you leaned down and gave him an actual kiss, just a soft, gentle little thing. 

You pulled off the delicate lace panties, tossing them at him, before laying back down and spreading your legs so he could get a full view of you. Giving him a devilish smirk, you reached down and touched yourself, slowly, making it a point to show him everything. Rubbing gentle circles on your clit, you moaned before slowly working towards your entrance and sliding a finger inside.

“Javier,” you sighed contentedly as he watched with great interest, “gods, I wish it was your fingers inside of me. So thick and good, know how to touch me just right.”

“I could…”

“No,” you slipped another finger inside, a small gasp escaping your parted lips as you felt the heat in your belly continue to pool, the coil that was threatening to snap winding tighter and tighter. Curling your fingers added to the pleasure you felt as you worked to find your sweet spot, on that Javier usually found effortlessly. You toes started to curl in pleasure as you made a show of it all, just to push him further, “fuck...Javi, ‘m so close. Don’t you wish it was your cock I was going to cum all over?”

“You look so pretty like that baby, all spread out,” he was clearly enjoying the show as he sat back, biting his own lip to try and control himself. He felt like he was going to cum in his trousers without even having touched himself, “are you going to cum for me?”

“Mhmm,” you used your free hand to squeeze and play with your breasts as you continued to pump your fingers in and out of yourself, “wish it was your cock or your mouth. Such a good mouth.”

“You’re almost there baby,” he cooed at you, as you opened your eyes to look at him. His face was flushed, the tan of his delicious skin tinged with pink as he gazed upon you with wild, watchful eyes.

“Javi,” it was a breathy whisper as you felt your walls start to clench around your fingers causing you to speed up your ministrations as you felt the warm, blissful haze of your orgasm wash over you. A small cry left your lips as you came around your fingers, before it all turned into a reverent, gentle chant of his name. 

Only when you were completely through the throws of your passion, you collapsed among the pillows and let out a long, blissful sigh. It had been fun - to have him watch and hold a semblance of power over him, even if it was only for a little while. At work you were equals, and in your relationship, Javier was generally in control, and to be honest, you didn’t mind it. There was something about the protective, dominant Javier that you adored and drove you wild. Not that he wielded power over you, or tried to make you subservient in any sense, it just worked...but this? Having him at your mercy? It was pretty good. You’d make a note to try it again some time. 

But just before you called him, you felt the bed shift as he made his way on it, looming over you before leaning down and kissing you deeply. Of course he couldn’t control himself for much longer. 

“Javier,” you grinned up at him, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him down against your body. He was naked already, and you could feel his hard cock rubbing against your mound, “what do you think you're doing?”

“That was a cute show,” he leaned down and nuzzled his nose against yours before kissing you - this time with more hunger and intensity. You grinned into his touch as his hands found your waist and gripped you tightly, sure to leave bruises for the coming days, “but now I’m going to fuck you, and show you how its done.”

“Are you actually going to let me cum this time?" you smirked against his lips as he made a sound akin to a growl in the back of his back throat.

“I’m going to fuck you until the only thing you remember is my name,” he swore and you could feel yourself melting into him, “you are not leaving this bed all weekend.”

“For a threat, that doesn’t sound too bad,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him tightly against your body, peppering some kisses along his jaw, “te amo, Javier - even if you are an asshole sometimes.”

“Te amo hermosa,” he sighed lightly as he relished in your touch, “you and only - always.”

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[ivyyreid]

rain & moonlight

description: reader is moving away, but realises her feelings her for spencer.

category: fluff, a bit angsty

tw: seperation, implied smut.

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gif credits to @toyboxboy :))

don't find love. let love find you. that's why it's called falling in love because you don't force yourself to fall, you just fall.

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today is the day.

after five years, seven months, and thirteen days you've reached the - inevitable - day.

the day where it's time to pack your possessions into boxes, and try not to cry as you hug your best friends goodbye.

the day where you leave your beautiful home of dc to go to new york city. the day where you leave to start the job and life of your dreams.

but you still feel crushed.

at first, dc was a placeholder for nyc. you joined the behavorial analysis unit as a temporary career at first, but as the months went by you find it harder and harder to leave.

and now you're going to new york city. to work in sex crimes, and fulfill the promise you made to yourself in college. the promise of being truly happy and living in new york city, working to make a change.

this is your destiny, what you're supposed to do, but you still can't shake the feelings of sadness, and emptiness. like you're forgetting something.

spencer drops you off at the train station. you wrap your arms around him, breathing in his scent and melting into the comforting, familiar hug for what may be the last time.

spencer's holding it together, but you can feel a few tears falling from your face. when you and spencer break apart, you quickly wipe them away, and force smile sadly.

"call me if you're ever in new york city," you whisper, and spencer nods.

"goodbye y/n," he says, and you feel your heart break. no one ever truly describes how painful goodbyes are.

"goodbye spencer," you say, a hint of melancholy in your voice. like you've already left.

a light drizzle begins as you walk into the train station with your suitcase. you can feel spencer watching you leave, and you want to desperately to look back, but you know that if you do you'll never be able to leave dc.

you hold your head up high, pushing back the final tears as you enter the station. the ceiling is beautiful, tall and arched, and the pillars and tiled-floor are gorgeous too. but it's hard to concentrate on the beauty right now.

it's late at night, probably around ten pm, but the train station is still packed with people. women and men in business attire, college aged students in sweats with messy hair, and the occasional lost kid.

you find your way to your train, and take a seat in the stiff chair. a woman, about your age sits next to you, and a family in front of you.

you take a minute to rest your eyes, realizing now how tired you really are.

but closing your eyes was a mistake, because now you have time to really think.

you think about your best friends. emily, jj, garcia, derek, even rossi and hotch. you think about the bar visits, girls nights, and team dinners. you're going to miss that.

you're going to miss garcia's unique way of expressing herself, derek's confidence, jj's motherly personality, how extremely badass emily is, rossi's devotion to helping people, and hotch's fatherly personality.

you're going to miss the early morning phone calls. the coffee shop visits.

you're going to miss spencer.

his smile, the way he rambles, how his tongue pokes into his cheek when he's concentrating, the way he knows the answer to everything but doens't brag about it. you're going to miss his messy brown hair, his hazel puppy-dog eyes, his sweater vests and cardigans.

and the reality hits you.

there won't be another spencer in new york. or another derek, garcia, jj, emily, rossi or hotch.

you'll never get to gossip in garcia's office again. you won't get to play-fight with derek. you won't get to hug jj, or emily.

you're leaving.

you're leaving dc and you're not coming back.

and spencer...

you promise never to forget spencer.

never to forget the first time you met, when he spilled coffee on your shirt.

never to forget the nights you would eat thai and watch the strangest documentarys.

never to forget the rush you felt when you would touch.

or when he would talk to you.

or do anything.

never to forget the way he watched you leave him. the way you never turned back, left him standing alone in the rain outside of a train station.

a tear runs down your cheek.

you have to fix this.

you can't go to new york city, because you weren't meant for new york city.

you were meant to exist here. you belong here.

you get up from your seat and start to exit the train.

the people around you give you strange glances, but then again you are running off a train and slightly crying.

but you don't care. because you're going to spencer.

you run out of the train station, bracing yourself for the cool rain. it dampens your clothing, and gets your hair wet but you don't care.

suddenly, you realise you have no idea what you're doing, and that this may be the dumbest idea of your life.

everything you own is most likely already in new york city. you just wasted one hundred dollars on a train ticket you never used, and you' have no idea where spencer is.

you slowly spin in a circle, your surroundings illuminated by moonlight.

where could spencer be right now?

you think until your almost thought out, and then it hits you. when spencer distressed, or needs to refresh his mind, he goes to the park. and looks at the pond.

it's a long shot for him to be there in the dead of night, but you decide to take your chances. if he's not there, you can just get a cab to take you to his apartment.

you run in the direction of the park, occasionally passing a junkie, or a couple on a nightly outing.

you run through the park, breathing hard and cluthing your stomach.

you're about to give up hope, because you haven't seen a living soul hair, but then you see him.

or what you presume to be him.

a tall, skinny figure. watching the pond.

"spencer!" you yell, running towards him.

the rain beats down on you, and your whole body is soaking wet but you don't care. all you want to do is get to him, the love of your life.

because you love spencer.

and you've been idiotic and silly and blind but know you know you love him.

all those glances, the smiles, small touches, that was love.

and love wasn't big, and flashy. love isn't what makes the world go round. love is what makes the ride worthwhile. love is the small things.

spencer turns around, and you can see his face illuminated by the moonlight.

his perfect, beautiful face.

you run into his arms, hair flowing, tears falling. you crash your lips into his and press your hands into his chest, what you've wanted to do for five years.

and he responds. his lips move against yours, and he holds your face in his hands.

"i love you, spencer" you say, when you finally break apart. and it feels so great. being able to finally say it after all the years of denial, and trying to shove the feelings away.

"i've always loved you, spencer and i tried to shove the feelings away, lock them in a box and keep them hidden forever but it didn't work. and i couldn't leave knowing that i would never be able to tell you, knowing that it would be to late. i loved you everyday spencer. you let me sleep on your shoulder, watch the worst sit-coms with you, and you hold my hand under the table, and i can't help but glance up every so often to look at you during work. and i choose you. for the looks and smiles and conversations. that's why it has to be you, that's why it's always been you and always will be you. and i know i don't make a lot of sense and i sound drunk and you probably-"

"y/n," spencer whispers, placing a finger to your lips. you didn't realise you had been rambling. "i love you too," he whispers, and you feel your heart melt.

spencer reid, boy genius, pretty boy, fbi agent, kicker of criminal ass, loves you.

he loves you right now. under the stars. in the rain. illuminated by the moonlight.

you stay silent, staying in his embrace as he softly kisses your forehead.

in the distance, a band starts to play.

#spencer reid #spencer reid oneshot #spencer #reid #criminal minds #i am sorry this is so incredibly short i am extremely unmotivated #one shot #fluff #angst #rain kiss #kissing in the rain because that is the best type of kiss #bau #criminal minds oneshot #tumblr #famous

[mandoalorian]

Vanilla Lattes [Frankie Morales x F!Reader]

Summary: You camp out at the coffee shop in the midst of a thunderstorm, only to be awoken by a soaking wet man with puppy dog eyes, who is struggling outside in the rain. You let him into the warmth, offering him a lot more than just a vanilla latte to satisfy his sweet tooth.

Warnings: drink mention, brief mentions of anxiety and a few sexual innuendos.

Word Count: 4,200 words

Masterlist

You took a deep breath, hunching up your shoulders as you fumbled with the key trying to unlock the front door. Your hands felt like ice, the cold stinging your fingers and even making them swell up slightly. The key got jammed, again. The heavy raindrops pelted against your back, drenching you, and you couldn’t help but let out a prolonged groan of frustration. Pressing your body weight against the door and wriggling the key into the lock, you were grateful for the bolt of lightning which provided you with a temporary illumination to see what you’re doing. Hearing the lock click out of place, you sighed with relief as you managed to shake the door open and entered the coffee shop almost in a turbulence. You slammed the door shut before locking it behind you and turned on the light.

The chairs had been stacked neatly on the tables from the night before, the floor had been swept and mopped, and an overwhelming smell of lemons filled the room. It must have been the new air freshener your boss had purchased after the last one exploded. You slid out of your shoes, not wanting to leave a puddle of water with every step, and took off your coat, hanging it on the radiator. You checked the time on the wall clock. 3:45am.

Your apartment was shit. Your landlord was shit. And everything was going to shit. The thunderstorm had been going on for days now. At first, you were coping, despite the power outage. But now apparently there’d been a leak in the building’s boiler room and your apartment had no heat at all for the past day and a half. It was far too cold to sleep, no matter how many fluffy blankets you had to hide under. So, in the midst of the night as you tossed and turned, you were struck with an idea. You could camp out at work. No, it wasn’t the most convenient of places and if your boss found out you’d most likely be fired but at least it had heat, and lighting, and at least you could catch a few hours of sleep before it opened for business.

Thankfully your hair wasn’t too wet to begin with, thanks to the hood on your coat, and as the front of the shop began to warm up, you were able to cozy up. The mismatched patterned rugs and the dim amber lights created the perfect, homely environment. There was a sofa in the back room which you contemplated sleeping on but it was torn and covered in suspicious looking stains, so you decided to just stay out front, take a chair down and sit at a table, resting your head against the oak wood.

There was no telling how long you were asleep for when you heard a loud thudding knock against the store door. You bolted up and your eyes snapped open as you tried to distinguish the silhouette who was standing behind the glass. All the lights in the shop were on which meant he could definitely see you, but the blackness of the night sky meant that you couldn’t make him out at all. You were struck with fear, cursing yourself for coming to the coffee shop in the first place. The figure continued to bang their fists against the door and your mind started to race as you wondered what to do.

They could be anyone. They could be a serial killer. Should you call the police? You tried to shake away your anxious thoughts, promising yourself that the chances of the silhouette being a mass murderer was slim-to-none. 

"Hey! I see you in there! Please- please could you let me in? I'm f-ffffreezing." The voice was deep, masculine, and it didn't necessarily sound local. You almost wanted to stifle back laughter at how they drawled out the word 'freezing'. Feeling less afraid, but still hesitant, you slowly approached the door until you could get a clearer look at the person.

It was a man, and he was soaking wet. He was wearing denim jeans and a pale green shirt. Well, it looked like it was meant to be pale green, but the rain had darkened it considerably and it clung to his body uncomfortably. In his hand, he held a soggy map and a baseball cap. He looked up at you with big brown pleading eyes as if he was waiting for you to open the door. You'd be foolish to open the door to a stranger in the dead of night.

But of course, you opened it anyway, and he didn't move an inch. He continued to stand still at the door frame, staring at you. You were lost for words. Was he going to pounce on you? Attack you? You could just slam the door in his face and leave him out in the storm... that was always a possibility.

"May I come in, p-please?" he asked politely through a shiver, and your heart sank into the depths of your chest. There was no way a man as softly spoken as him was going to put you in any kind of danger, and you almost felt bad for assuming that he would. You nodded, quickly stepping out the way so he could come into the warmth of the coffee shop. You shut the door behind him. "Are you- are you open?" he asked. He couldn't tell if the shake in his voice was from the cold, or quite possibly nerves. What were the chances he'd find a coffee shop open at 4am, and a beautiful girl to let him in?

You furrowed your eyebrows together, checking the time on the wall clock before turning back to him. "It's just turned 4:15." you sighed as if that would answer his question.

"Right, I'm sorry, that was a dumb thing to say," he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. You hoped you hadn't come off as rude. "Thank you for letting me in."

He was dripping wet, literally. His dark brown hair was flat against his head but the tips began to curl into waves as the heat of the shop quickly got to it. You had so many questions. So many. But the fact he was still holding himself, shivering, distracted you just enough to ask your next question.

"Can I get you a coffee?" you questioned him before scrunching up his nose. A coffee at 4am was going to be the last thing he needed.

To your surprise, he answered yes.

You nodded in affirmation, giving him your best barista smile out of habit and padded around the coffee bar, turning on the machine. "Will take a sec to turn on," you explained as the man just stood there. "Uhm, what's your name?" you asked, taking a paper cup and a black permanent marker. This felt like something out of a fever dream. The stranger had been adorned with your presence for approximately three minutes now and you had only just asked for his name— because you were making him a damn coffee. Nothing about this situation was ordinary.

"Frankie." he smiled. His smile was so warm and comforting, you couldn't help but shoot him an even wider smile back. You didn't know if it was the dimly lit room in the dead of night, but his eyes had a sparkle in them which brought around a feeling of protection and safety. He was a stranger, but you already felt like he could trust you.

Frankie. And his name was just as sweet as sugar. Frankie. You imagined the way it rolled off your tongue so perfectly. A pretty name for a pretty boy. He cleared his throat, snapping you out of your thoughts and you scrunched up your nose wondering how long the uncomfortable silence had lasted for. At least, you hoped it hadn’t have been uncomfortable. You gritted your teeth together and introduced yourself.

"Hey, that's a nice name." Frankie beamed, stalking over to the coffee bar and awkwardly shuffling to sit down at one of the stools. 

"I was gonna say the same about yours." you giggled, trying your hardest to ignore the heat that flushed your cheeks.

"Really? It's short for Francisco." he explained as you held the paper cup under the espresso machine.

"Francisco," you hummed, liking the way that rolled off your tongue just as much as Frankie did. "It's cute," Now Frankie was blushing. "Do you have a sweet tooth?" 

Frankie's gaze snapped to meet yours, his mind wandering elsewhere. "A sweet-? Ohhhh," he nodded knowingly when you held up an abundance of syrups in his direction. "You know, I've never tried coffee with syrup before. Afraid the guys will tease me for it." he muttered.

"The guys?" you beckoned further out of curiosity. 

"Oh yeah uh- the guys I work with. My friends. I live with ’em too. Well like, not all of them. But Santi is my roommate- Santiago, I mean…" he rambled. You paused making his coffee, staring at him intently as the man you had just met began talking to you as if he's known you forever. He had such a friendly nature. "Sorry, am I blubbering?" he asked. "I don't normally get nervous- I mean, I'm not nervous, I just-"

You grinned ecstatically, shushing him. He looked up at you, the corners of his lips curled upwards and his chocolate coloured eyes wide, full of admiration. "So, how does a vanilla latte sound?" you chuckled.

Frankie nodded. "Delicious."

You pushed a few pumps of the vanilla syrup into the cup, stirring it around the espresso with a lollipop stick. You loved the smell, it was your favourite.

"Are you from round here?" you quizzed Frankie, hoping he wouldn't mind the questions. Small talk was part of your job as a barista, something you'd grown very much acquainted too, but after years of working here, he was the first customer who you were actually taking an interest in. Maybe it was his rugged handsome looks, or the fact fate had somehow brought you into the same coffee shop, at the same time during the same thunderous stormy night, but you had an urge to learn more about him.

"No I'm not," he started, holding up the soggy map. "I actually got lost. I'm here for work."

You took the dripping map from him and looked at it with a quirked eyebrow. "Don't you have the Maps app on your phone?"

"The what? Sorry, I'm not too good with technology," he brought his phone out his pocket and set it on the counter. "It's actually ran out of battery."

"Thankfully we have the same phone," you laughed, and Frankie's eyes lit up. "I should have a charger round the back. Where do you work?"

"Everywhere, really," Frankie shrugged. "I'm a pilot," The milk had finished steaming and you brought the jug away from the machine and back to the cup. Tipping the cup to its side, you practiced some experimental latte art. "How long have you worked here? I'm assuming you work here," he said awkwardly and you let out another laugh. "Well I had to check!" he laughed back, raising his hands defensively.

"Four years," you sighed. "Was supposed to just be a temp job to get me through my degree, help pay my tuition, but… you know, I'm still here." 

Frankie nodded. "I get it. I used to do engineering stuff at some dodgy garage back in my hometown. I used the money to help me get through flight school but I was there way longer than I needed to be," Frankie told you and you nodded sadly. "But I'm glad you're here."

"You are?" you asked, raising your eyebrows.

"Well yeah!" he exclaimed cheerily. "If you weren't, who would be able to save me from this God-awful rainstorm."

You passed him his latte. His jaw dropped slightly when he saw the pattern you'd carefully construed with your jug of steamed milk. A heart. "I- wow," he said almost breathlessly.

"Do you like it?" you asked nervously, biting down on your lip. You hoped your attempt of a flirt didn't come across as too overbearing.

"Yes, I like it," he confirmed before clearing his throat and making direct eye contact with you. "I like it-a-latte."

After a momentary silence you burst into laughter, Frankie soon following. "You dork!" you smacked his arm playfully. Frankie swore your laugh was contagious, and he adored the way small crinkles in the corners of your eyes appeared. This man had made you smile so much in the past fifteen minutes, your cheeks were beginning to hurt.

Frankie took a sip of the hot beverage, before licking his lips and relishing the taste. "That's delicious." he moaned longingly before taking another sip. Your fingernails subconsciously began to graze at the wooden counter. His moans and hums of delight were like the sweetest melody you'd ever heard. You'd whip him up a thousand more vanilla lattes if you got to hear him make those noises more often.

Your smile dropped when you remembered he was still dripping, even his bare forearms had goose pimples. There was a man sitting before you in soaking wet clothes, and he was too shy to even mention it to you. "Is the coffee warming you up?" you asked with slight concern. He nodded gratefully, taking another sip. You were glad. "We might have a change of clothes out back. It'll be employee uniform but-"

"You wouldn't mind?" Frankie asked with gratitude.

"Of course not, let me go see what I can find."

You went to the back of the coffee shop, where it was a lot colder, darker and dingier. Rummaging through one of the plastic crates, you managed to find a pair of black pants and a maroon coloured polo shirt, both with the company logo embroidered into it. They looked to be about his size. You took a sniff, thanking the Lord they were clean. You brought them back out to Frankie.

"You have to wear this?" he asked with a slight gasp as he unfolded the shirt.

"Yeah, it's not the most attractive," you giggled. "Will it be okay?"

"It's perfect, thank you so much." Frankie stood up and went to take off his shirt.

"Oh- uhm-" you started, diverting your gaze immediately. You got a glimpse of his tummy and the little trail of hair between his belly button and the waistline of his underwear that was poking out above his jeans. He pulled his shirt back down and looked at you with doe-eyes. "There's a room out back if you'd feel more comfortable getting changed back there. You know, for like, privacy." you mumbled awkwardly.

Frankie nodded. "Thank you." he said graciously before following your finger that was pointing towards the backdoor.

He wasn't gone for long, maybe just a few minutes, but you couldn't help yourself from daydreaming about him. You cursed yourself for letting your mind wander as you imagined him changing out of his sticky wet clothes and into the clothes you had provided for him. You thought about the shape of his arms, the curve in his bicep and the way his thighs might flex as he slides his legs into the pants. Maybe you were the one who needed a coffee to wake you up from these ridiculous thoughts.

When he returned, you were both back to laughing almost immediately. He did a little twirl, modelling the employee outfit. "It's cute! Suits you. You know if you ever get bored of that piloting thing…" you joked.

"I'll consider it, thanks," Frankie chuckled. 

"Oh, you should take off your socks and I'll hang them next to my coat on the radiator. There's nothing worse than having wet feet." you recommended.

"You sure?" Frankie asked hesitantly, but already reaching down to untie his laces. You nodded your head. Noticing his hair was still wet, you grabbed a small tea towel from one of the cupboards.

"You should dry your hair too," you told him, passing him the towel. Your urge to care for him was almost maddening. "So you don't catch a cold."

"W-would you?" Frankie asked awkwardly.

"You want me to dry your hair for you?"

Frankie nodded— and how could you possibly refuse him?

“How come you aren’t wearing your hat?” you quizzed, gesturing aimlessly towards the discarded baseball cap on the table.

“Well I like this hat. Didn’t want it to get wet.” he chuckled. You gently let the towel tangle in his dark brown locks of hair, making a conscious effort to massage his scalp. He closed his eyes. "F-feels so good…" there was that elicit moan again. You didn't say a word, continuing to gently rub the towel into his hair. This whole night definitely felt like a fever dream.

The hours that went by felt like mere minutes as you and Frankie talked and laughed and messed around. Five cups of coffee later, and you were both practically bouncing off the walls, full of energy. You had clicked instantly and learned that you both had so much in common with each other.

He was charmed by you, entranced even. If your beauty wasn't enough, he admired your endearing personality and how you were so thoughtful and passionate with everything you did. From the latte art to drying his hair for him, he thought you were the most perfect girl he had ever met.

You could say the exact same about him. You didn't want the night to end. In fact, you wanted to spend every waking moment with him. You learned a lot about him too. He was ex-military, divorced, with a two year old daughter that he couldn't help but gush about. He showed you a photograph of her that he kept in his wallet and she was the spitting double of Frankie, with big dark eyes and curly brown hair.

By morning, the storm had ended and the golden sun had risen. The birds were tweeting and the roads slowly started to get busy in preparation for the day ahead.

The cuckoo wall clock made a disrupting noise as the handle struck 9am. "Oh shoot," you gasped, standing up. "We're officially open for business! Uh- I gotta go get dressed for work so I'll be as quick as I can. Just- just wait here." you told Frankie in a hurried rush before whisking yourself to the back of the store.

You didn't even give Frankie a chance to reply. He sat there, at the table, nursing his fifth vanilla latte. You hadn't been gone long at all when the doorbell jingled, signifying that the coffee shop had gotten its first customer of the day. Frankie abruptly stood up, his eyes going comically wide as he spun around on his heel, ready to address the customer.

It was a tall, broad shouldered businessman with dark blonde hair holding a briefcase. His mismatched patterned tie and pocket square was enough to make Frankie cringe as he sauntered into the coffee shop with tired eyes. "The usual." he muttered.

Frankie furrowed his eyebrows together. "Hey, I recognise you from somewhere…" he trailed off, thinking of where he might've seen the man before. Frankie figured he was just being hyper-aware, considering he wasn't even from round here.

"You must be new," the customer grumbled. "Three shot espresso black coffee, extra hot, extra wet, no sugar or sweetener or anything like that." His words were very stern and demanding.

Frankie couldn't help but emit a small, helpless gasp when he remembered he was dressed in employee uniform. It certainly looked like he worked in the coffee shop, but the truth was, he hadn't operated one of these extravagant machines in his life. He might know how to do helicopter repairs but this was brand new to him. And what the hell did 'extra hot' and 'extra wet' mean? The businessman sighed, tapping at his gold wristwatch impatiently.

"Chop chop," he said rudely. "I don't have all day." Frankie frowned at his comment before sauntering behind the coffee bar, looking at all the different machines around him. He took a deep breath. Taking a paper cup, he requested the businessman's name. "Really? I know you know my name," the man snarled. “Or do you need me to do the thing?”

“What thing?” Frankie quizzed back feeling genuine bewilderment. The man took a deep breath and pointed his finger, but before he could say anything you returned from the back to the front of the shop just in time. "Ah!" Frankie called excitedly, taking your hand and pulling you behind the counter with him. "We have our first customer of the day!" he exclaimed with a fake enthusiasm through gritted teeth. The businessman slowly dropped his ring clad hand back down to his side and huffed in annoyance.

You wanted to laugh. Frankie was so adorable. Frankie's brown eyes flicked nervously between you and the businessman as he passed you the paper cup. 

"Just the usual?" you asked the businessman politely, already writing his name down on the cup. Frankie assumed he must've been a regular.

"Obviously." he rolled his eyes.

"How come you didn't send your assistant for your morning coffee?" you asked.

"You know I don't care for small talk." the businessman sighed before pulling out his wallet.

"Right, sorry, that'll be four dollars please." you apologised quickly. He tapped his black company credit card against the reader and you passed him his triple shot espresso. He left without even muttering a thank you.

"What a jackass," Frankie whispered, intensely staring at the man long after he left the shop. He slipped into the back passenger seat of a car which quickly drove away.

"Believe me, I'm used to it. There's plenty of customers who are like that." you explained, making sure all the machines were switched on and ready for the day.

"Well you shouldn't have to be," Frankie sighed, shaking his head. "I should probably go," he shrugged. You nodded your head understandingly. Frankie went to the back of the shop to collect his clothes. "Thanks for everything." Frankie smiled. He really didn't want to leave but he knew he had to eventually.

"Of course." you returned the smile. You found yourself fumbling with the stack of napkins. He hadn't even left the coffee shop and you already missed him. Frankie nodded and headed towards the door. He opened it and turned to you one last time. 

"By the way, what does 'extra hot' and 'extra wet' mean?" he asked, and you burst into a fit of giggles at his comment. Frankie loved hearing you laugh, and he loved the way that he was the person who could make you laugh.

Picking up the black permanent marker, you scribbled your phone number on a napkin. "Give me a call and find out?" you suggested, handing him your number with a small but flirty smile. Frankie's cheeks reddened and his heart felt fuzzy.

"O-okay," he waved. "I'll speak to you soon. Have a good day at work."

"See ya, Frankie." you smiled one last time.

That was, by far, one of the best nights you had ever had.

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[blissfulsun]

If you’re accepting requests and you like this prompt, would you consider writing something angsty? Maybe the reader and Jeff meet like now or sometime in 2020 when Jeff has seemingly been closed off romantically. You can tell there could be something there, but he’s closed off and not in the head space for a relationship. If you like it, please write it and end it however you’d like. I feel like you could write this really well 🥺😘😘

You pride yourself on bravery, heart and mind open as you settle into the city filled with often less honest folk, never quite capable of anything other than speaking your truth. 

You have this one life, often too fleeting, so you stop taking ballet at the prime age of eleven, despite your mother’s disappointed rants. 

Ask the cute boy in your Spanish class to go with you to the dance despite the fire burning your cheeks, tell your first boyfriend you love him but it’s over when you find a lipstick three shades too light to be yours in his dorm bathroom. 

It’s second nature, to venture on despite your hammering heart and sweaty brow, storing things gets far too heavy, weighs on your chest in irreconcilable ways that drow your parents marriage before you’re old enough to walk the path to school alone as a child. 

You promised yourself to never get to that point, shoulders drooping with the unsaid that’ll only haunt you in the night. 

Until you meet brown-eyed man with shy smiles and fumbling hands. 

Jeff is more reserved than his friends, barely says a word to you until you’ve crossed paths too many times, became familiar to those he surrounds himself with, it makes your irrational longing for him spurt bouquets in your chest, flowers growing at your fingertips up towards him, the sun. 

They wilt quickly one night, their fate sealed with your head sprawled across a blanket at 2am, laid next to him while watching the stars in the sky, party long forgotten inside.

’I’m not looking...I’m not ready for love’ the words finally escaping past his worried lips while you retell stories of your pasts. 

Jeff feels lighter the next morning while your mind spirals with memories of every innocent touch, arm around your shoulder on the couch, head in your lap, each coffee date, dog walk, hike, sleepover chosen over another wild party neither of you truly cares about. 

For the first time in your life, you stall, fight with yourself every time your mouth opens and the words are right there on the tip of your tongue, I already love you, you fool, before you swallow them down and find an excuse to leave the room long enough to lock them away for some time. 

Everything you feel returns to him somehow, one knowing smile across the room surrounded by chaos and laughter and you’re back at that hilltop, the sun blinding your eyes but not nearly as much as the man hiking up ahead of you for the umpteenth time that month while his friends pause to say hi. 

It’s hard to conceal such affections, every small love whispering softly across the distance without your permission. 

Jeff never notices, or at least, spares you the inevitable pain’ while your friendship grows in spite until the key to his apartment hangs off the chain attached to your own, his own set finding a home in the bowl on his kitchen counter. 

Until it’s too late, you realise, months passing in this bliss that feels too good to let go, though you remind yourself friends don’t fall asleep in each other’s arms, speak without words, ground each other with a mere touch of hands. 

You only realise the extent to which you’ve silenced these parts of yourself when a friend visiting town long enough for a coffee date makes an off-hand remark about how you’ve changed, ‘Just...seem different, somehow’. 

Jeff finds you stuffing your things in a duffle back later that day, a sleep shirt here, toothbrush there until there are tears falling down your face, frustrated with yourself for allowing this to become so comfortable, so integral in each other’s lives. 

‘Y/n? What are you - why are you crying?’ his questioning tone breaking your attention away from packing long enough to glance at his frozen frame in the doorway. 

‘I’m fine’ you shrug, picking up the heavy bag before trying to head out. Jeff steps in your way, the entrance blocked by his broad shoulders you marvel on for a short second before his hands, another contender for your favourite part of him, an endless endeavour, cup your wet cheeks and lift your head high enough to look him in the eye. 

‘What is really going on? Why are you taking your stuff?’ he’s lost, puppy eyes racing around your face. 

You left this morning after sleeping over for movie night, five hours away from him suddenly long enough to make you want to wipe every trace of your presence from his home just like that. 

You shrug, as if it explains everything, looking away from the golden hues when you reply. 

‘I’m just taking some stuff back to my apa-’ ‘-stop, don’t lie to me’ Jeff pleads. He sighs, moving away to lean against the door frame, ‘What is this really about?’ 

The little room you were given to breath disappears just as quickly when his hands find their way to your own, prying the right open until your bag falls to the floor with a soft thud. 

‘Tell me what’s wrong sunshine’ Jeff asks again, gently, heart beating wildly in contrast at the prospect of your leaving so abrupt. 

It’s then you decide, inhaling his cologne with your forehead falling against the planes of his chest, feel what needs to be felt, then move forward. 

Whatever that may look like. Jeff relaxes when your fingers tighten around his, once, twice, long lashes fluttering against his thin cotton shirt as you close your eyes. 

‘I love you’ the words are spoken freely, flowers gifted from the garden that’s grown far too big for your pair of lungs. 

‘Y/n I-’ you shake your head quickly, pulling away from the comfort of his torso with tears blurring your eyes. 

‘No, no, Don’t say anything’ you beg. 

‘I just...you need to open up your heart, maybe not to me but at least the world’ you swallow, the next words like knives as you add, ‘or someone else.’ 

Feel what needs to be felt, then move forward, you keep reminding yourself through shallow breaths as you pry your hands from his hold, shaky grip tightening around the belt of your bag. 

There’s only the sound of your footsteps, down the stairs, of metal keys falling in the bowl on his kitchen counter, door slamming on your way out. 

A deadly silence that follows and spreads the cold, seeping through every inch of the walls surrounding Jeff’s home and heart.

#thank u!!! for the wonderful idea I love writing it #might do a part two perhaps #angels💓 #jeff wittek #jeff wittek imagine #jeff wittek x reader #jeff wittek blurb #jeff wittek fanfiction

[feral-dumbass]

Just Like Heaven

James “Bucky” Barnes/ Female Reader

Summary: Bucky teased you right before he left for the gym and now he gets to reap the benefits.

Includes: Oral (Male receiving), Manhandling, Unprotected sex, Dirty talk, Overstimulation

Words: 2,319

A/N: Did I truly write it if my fic doesn’t include at least a hint of overstimulation? The answer is no. Title credit to The Cure. Tagging my friends 😊 @babybluestan​ @gagmebucky​ @heresyoursnackdumbass​

Masterlist

“Hey, baby.” You’re in the kitchen when Bucky comes back home from the gym.  He plants a small kiss on your cheek, acting all sweet on you after he left you high and dry this morning. You both woke up to Bucky’s early ass alarm this morning. Some in a better mood than others. One of Bucky’s default moods when it comes to you is to be a tease. He relied heavy on that filthy fuckin’ mouth of his to tease you with dirty talk, his voice deep and gravelly due to just waking up. Just when his deft metal fingers slipped into the front of your panties to touch the wetness in between your thighs, he noticed the time. Bucky knew he wouldn’t hear the end of making them wait from Sam, let alone Steve. Bucky left the warm confines of your bed and was out your door quicker than you could say ‘forget the gym’. He took all the warmth when he left and just left you with sexual frustration. Nothing truly would suffice except Bucky’s touch, especially when you were so close to getting it. Too keyed up, you couldn’t go back to sleep and decided to be productive. 

“Hey.”  You glance at him from the corner of your eye and your brain momentarily stops functioning. You fully face him.  Looking like some kind of greek Adonis, Bucky stands next to you in a sleeveless black t-shirt and basketball shorts. His hair’s up in a messy bun with a few brown tendrils falling out, framing his face. His metal arm gleams under the fluorescent light. Your eyes trail down his arm as you're forced to be reminded of how his metal hand was in your underwear just a few hours ago. Without thinking about it, you drop to your knees, right hand balling up the bottom hem of his damp basketball shorts. “Bucky, let me suck your cock.”

His face flashes with surprise before he smirks. His metal hand cups your cheek as the other uncurls your fist out of his shorts. “What a sight to be greeted with, but I’m sweaty.”

“I literally do not give a shit.” You reach for the waistband of his shorts as he groans, momentarily distracted by your eagerness, before he’s swatting your hand away. 

“Wait, no. I don’t want that for you.” You jut out your lower lip and give your biggest puppy dogs eyes. You’re legitimately pouting that you can’t have your boyfriend’s massive cock down your throat. “You can’t barely even fit all of me in your mouth. I’m doing your jaw a favor.” He strokes your cheek lovingly. 

“I am willing to try, Bucky. Please.” 

“Jesus christ.” He squats down to your eye level, taking his hand off your cheek to the back of your neck. He pulls you in for a short filthy kiss, tongue sweeping into your mouth to caress yours for a second. He waits until you open your eyes again. This man is making a new record for leaving you momentarily stunned today. He needs to make sure you understand. “I’m going to take shower and then you can do whatever you want to me.” Bucky helps you up off the floor and you trail after him to your bedroom. “I’m not letting you take a shower with me.” 

You fold your arms over your chest as you sit on the bed. “Tease.” 

“You fuckin’ love it.” Bucky looks over his shoulder, grins, and winks at you before he goes into the bathroom. 

You wait on the bed like the good girl you are. You lift your eyes off your phone when you hear him come out. He stands in the doorway as steam escapes behind out of the bathroom behind him. His now wet hair is thrown into another messy bun and water droplets drip down the expanse of his muscles. Your mouth runs dry. Suddenly you’re thirsty. You toss your phone carelessly to the side and slide off the bed to your knees. A white towel loosely hangs around his hips. He’s not like Adonis, he is Adonis. Maybe you’re truly dating a God.

“Bucky.” If he doesn’t come to you, you will crawl to him. You’ll suck him dry right in the doorway. You don’t think he realizes this.

“Sweetheart, look at you. On your knees, begging for me. Love when you get like this. Why don’t you ask nicely and I’ll consider giving you my cock? It’s what good girls would do.” Your eyes follow as he walks over and sits on the bed. His legs spread wide, you situate yourself between them before you speak. 

“Bucky, please, let me suck your dick. I’ll do anything. I’ve missed you. Please.” You reach for the knot of the towel resting on his hip and wait for confirmation. He doesn’t swat your hand away, but instead, nods. 

You’re untying the cotton before Bucky can finish saying “Go ahead.” As both ends of the towel are thrown on either side of Bucky, his cock stands tall, hard and ready for your touch.

You rub your palms across his thighs. “Missed you so much, Baby. Not a second while you were gone did I stop thinking about your cock.” You leave kisses in his inner thighs. They get more sloppy the closer you get. The hard muscle of his thighs twitch as you bite a hickey into the inner part. Bucky’s eyes, heavy lidded, don’t leave you. You lick your palm before touching his dick. You pump him slowly as you kiss his lower stomach, muscles flexing under your lips.

“Bunny, you’re killing me. Stop the teasing.” His voice has gone down a few octaves. That’s when you know Bucky is truly horny. Butterflies erupt in your stomach at the sound. 

“You fuckin’ love it.” He opens his mouth to retort, but you kiss the tip before taking him in your mouth. The only thing that comes out is a groan. You swirl your tongue around the head and suck.

“Jesus Christ.” You take his cock further into your mouth, your lips stretched around his girth. Bucky places one of his hands gently on your head as you start bobbing your head. “So good, bunny- fuck- Love your mouth.” A shiver runs through at the praise. You wanna test yourself. You want to see how far you can take Bucky’s cock down your throat. Breathing through your nose, you hollow your cheeks and slowly take down his length. It doesn’t take long to feel like you’re gagging. You’re tongue drags against him as you bob up for air. You catch your breath as Bucky checks on you. “You okay?” You nod. “You don’t have to deepthroat me, you know. We can save that for later. Just wanna feel your mouth on me honestly.” God, him caring just makes you want to deepthroat him more. 

“I love you.” You go back to his cock and suck him in earnest. Your head bobs quickly as you pump the rest of him that can’t fit. His muscles flex as he lets out a pornograpghic moan. In just a few minutes, Bucky gives you a warning. 

“Gonna cum.” You double down on your efforts and suck the absolute soul out of this man. He moans as he cums and it reverberates into your soul. You swallow all that he has to offer before he’s tugging you off his cock from overstimulation. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue to show that you swallowed. “Jesus Christ, get the fuck up here.” 

Bucky lifts you up into his lap with ease. Your legs are spread wide as you straddle his hips. You can feel his hardening cock through your flimsy booty shorts as he pulls you in for a kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth and you gently suck on it. Bucky leans back until his back hits the bed and you’re hovering over him. The movement has you sliding against him. Feeling that sweet friction, you continue to grind against him. Sadly, you need to stop kissing him to breathe. 

“Bucky.” You whine as you bump your nose against his jaw. He knows exactly what your gonna say. He speaks before you can say anything else. 

“I know, I know. Just give me a few minutes.” You’ve never been more thankful for the super soldier refractory period. You’re pretty sure Bucky can feel you soaking through your shorts. You leave open mouth kisses up and down his neck, leaving a few hickeys here and there. His groan vibrates underneath your lips. “Fucking hell.” His hands press down on your gyrating hips and your movement becomes limited. “Can you stop being a cock slut for just a few minutes? I’ll cum before I can even fuck you.” 

“I can’t help it. Especially when it comes to you. Have you seen you? I will literally jump your bones anytime anywhere. Stop having such a nice cock and maybe I’ll stop being a cockslut.”

“Damnit.” Bucky flips you over so he’s on top and he starts heavily grinding down on you. Your fingers digging into his defined back as you feel him, fully erect, through your shorts. The friction turning your insides liquid. 

“Wait, wait. Buck.” You being fully clothed is not lost on you. In fact, you want them off. Bucky takes the hint or really, has the same feelings as you. He hips weigh heavy against yours as he helps you pull off your (his) shirt. You can barely comprehend that he throws it in some corner of the room before his mouth is on your chest. One of his hands massages the breast that his mouth doesn’t occupy. He does that for a few minutes, alternating between breasts, until he can feel your hips twitch in want. He’s off you in a instant and you miss his warmth. Bucky hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and tugs them off. You’re underwear going with them. He moves you more to the center of the bed before joining you again. He hovers over you, hand sliding down your stomach until he reaches your pussy. Three of his fingers smear your wetness around before using it to lube up his cock. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, could you be any wetter?” He kisses you heavily before you can beg him. Finally, what you’ve been waiting for all day, Bucky slides into you. At the addicting stretch of him, you moan into his mouth and dig your nails into the meaty flesh of his bicep. His first few thrusts are slow, enjoying the feel of you stretched around him. He tears himself out of your grip and gets on his knees. He lightly slaps your thigh before he’s grabbing your ankle and bringing it over his shoulder. He does the same with the other, not missing a beat in his thrusts. 

“B-bucky.” You stutter out his name as he leans back on his haunches, your ass sitting ontop of his thighs. The position change setting your nerves on fire. 

“I want you to cum on my cock. C’mon, sweetheart. I wanna feel it.” He speaks in a gruff voice before rutting into you like a mad man. Every roll of his hips has you drowning in bliss. Bucky wraps his metal arm around your calves to keep you pressed against him and the other goes to rub your clit in rapid little circles. Bucky’s got you in such a position that you can’t shy away from the pleasure. He forces you to feel all of it and it’s not long before you can feel the rise in your lower belly. Bucky can feel your muscles tense and he rubs your clit faster. You reach your orgasm as Bucky fucks you through it. The onslaught of overstimulation making your legs shake. 

“God, have I mentioned how much I love when you cum?” Bucky gives you a little bit of reprieve as he flips you onto your stomach. “The tightest cunt on this planet.” Bucky hand smacks down onto your ass. It stings so hard you know it’s metal. He lifts your hips up again before he slides back in, hands on your hips keeping you pressed against him. You moan. His thrusts quick and hard as he makes your vision blurry. His metal hand leaves your hip to tap three fingers against your lips. Your pleasure riddled brain makes no second guesses. You take the three fingers into your mouth and suck on them like you did his cock. His fingers press down on your tongue like a makeshift gag just for you. Bucky’s other hand leaves your hip to circle your clit. Your hips buck to meet his thrusts as you fist the sheets, drool dripping down his hand and your chin. 

Your second orgasm comes rather quicky with the rate you and Bucky are going. Your thighs shake as your back arches, coming on Bucky’s cock for the second time tonight. Bucky gets in three more good thrusts before he grinds his hips into your ass as he cums. His hand leaves your clit to lace through your fingers fisting the sheets. You can hear Bucky’s groans even through your ringing ears. Bucky hand leaves your mouth to fist the sheets as you both calm down. 

“Jesus Christ.” Bucky flips you both over one last time, so you’re resting against his chest. 

He exhales through his nose. “I know. Lets stay like this a little longer.”

“Okay but like I have to take a shower now.” 

His arms wrap around your waist. “I won’t let you leave. Twenty minutes tops.” 

“Fifteen.”

“Twenty.” 

“Fine then five.” 

“Fifteen it is.” Bucky agrees. This Adonis god of a man knows that you’ll be passed out by the end of the fifteen minutes and he’ll get to cuddle you for longer.

#if this is bad you never read it #Happy late Monday! #Ive been so busy that I'll end up posting halloween au's during christmas #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky/ reader #bucky barnes/ reader #bucky barnes/ you #bucky barnes smut #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #my writing #i have never heard of a posting schedule and it shows #is it truly a supersoldier shirtless scene if you dont relate them to a god?

[vogueinnie]

The Favor

       ━ WARNINGS ;  changbin x fem reader, dom!changbin, college party, smut, a looooot of teasing, mention of alcohol and drugs, finger sucking, fingering (f. receiving), voyeurism, degradation, dry humping, light choking      ━ WORD COUNT ; 1.8k      ━ NOTE ; note : here is my first “real” work, please be kind !! this is so cliché lmao, but who doesn’t like cliché? keep in mind that english isn’t my first language soooo there will surely be some mistakes. if so, tell me !!

Every minds present were dizzy, just like the smoky room they were in. The grey smoke was like a cloud above everyone. We couldn't see anything except the dancing bodies that were stuck together to the defeaning music who had taken possession of the place. Even the most shy and discreet ones were totally unrecognizable. It was unbearable for anyone who wasn't in the delirious atmosphere of this friday night.

Whoever once thought that youth was decadent had been right, and they were the proof of it. No more exams, no more stress, no more angry teachers, no more homeworks. This night, they all needed to act like the young adults they were ; partying like there is no tomorrow.

Everything was made for everyone to be at ease. Indeed, Christopher Bang, the night's host, was well known for his crazy parties. His student apartment had soon turned into a nightclub, hopefully his neighbors were the same age and they probably were here, enjoying this moment. Even the open windows weren't enough to let out the smoke of all the illicit substances. Everyone was in their own world, laughing, smiling, screaming, jumping with a glass in hand, and it would be bold to assume it was water. They were free minded, for one night at least.

You were in the middle of all these excited people, in the same state, mocking the ridiculous dances moves of your bestfriend, Jihyo. She had one goal and it was to seduce the " beautiful dark haired boy over there, oh my god he's so freaking hot ! " also named as Seungmin. Jihyo burst out of laugh and without knowing why you just did the same, way to tipsy to understand whatever she was saying. You were both looking stupid but who did really care, after all ? You were here to have fun.

The mood changed drastically as the electronic bass music changed in seconds to something much smoother, much slower, much more sensual. The couples present were not shy to stick body-to-body, swaying their hips without shame.

" Wait for me I'm going to see the man of my dream ! I'll be back soon ! Well I hope no, but... Yeah... I mean... You understand what I mean ! " Jihyo said.

You didn't fully understand what she said so you laugh, nodding your head. Without controlling your body, your hips starts to move to the sound that were playing. Your movements were slow, almost erotic as you roll your head back, exposing your neck to everyone that was looking at you. Your free hand were in your hair and you unconsciously bit your lip with a little smile when you start to feel all the curious eyes on you. Thanks to the alcohol you've drinked, you didn't feel ridiculous dancing alone.

The special attention that the predators around you, men and women, were giving you, only increase the urge to reveal more obscenity.

Apparently Jihyo seized the opportunity to talk with Seungmin and you couldn't stop smiling at the view. Finally, she was not letting her shyness took the lead. But your smile fades away the second your eyes meets two dark orbs.

Seo Changbin.

You didn't know why but you both never get along together. You didn't know each other, but you weren't compatible. Everyone knew that. Changbin was naturally sarcastic, raw and must of the time he speaks without thinking twice. And you were the exact opposite ; sweet, easy going and always ready to meet new people. The funniest part between the two of you were probably the fact that you were always craving for each others attention, a little nothing could make you argue, sometimes rudely, sometimes more in a teasing way. You were stuck in a cat-dog relationship, and anyone around you could sense the tension from Changbin and you.

The black haired boy was sitting on the sofa, right in the living room’s center. And he wasn’t alone, a girl was sitting on his thighs. Even if you couldn’t see her face you could already tell that she was pretty and totally his style, long light pink hair and a body to die for. But even the goddess on him couldn't make him take his eyes off you. And there we go for a battle of gaze.

« Dude I’m so high…» Felix next to him giggled, whispering these few words in a completely derailed deep voice.

Changbin took the drug stick his bestfriend gave him and he lets the substance slide down his throat in a relaxing way. His originally brown pupils were dilated in a deep black tone, and without taking his eyes off you he spats out the smoke with controlled slowness, gripping the female’s ass on him. But he gradually lost interest in her, thanks to the show he had in front of him.

You now understand why all the girls were head over heels for him. He was hot, indeed.

You felt your heart race so fast, the adrenaline running in your blood, thanks to the alcohol you’ve drinked. Why were you hanging like that in his eyes while moving your body, giving him a hot show of your own despair ? His attention was all you ever wanted right now. Boldly you slowly put your hand around your throat, almost wishing it was Changbin’s fingers wrapped around you, you give no pressure but you can see his thigh twich at the view.

The music changed again to go back to something more happy, and the bodies around you start to jump again. But you were standing here, like an idiot almost choking yourself just for your not-so-ennemy pleasure. The man in front of you seemed to be in the same state as you, glued to your eyes without even giving the pretty girl on him some attention.

With a courage you didn’t not know you have, you walked with an almost feline step to the sofa. What would have taken a few seconds if you were sober turned out to be more difficult with alcohol in your veins. 

However, you finally stand behind the one who you recognized to be Sana. She was, indeed, one of the most beautiful girls, but it wasn't her who caught his eyes. It was you. Sana probably felt that Changbin wasn’t responding to her neck kisses, so she sits up slightly to face a surprising sight. You, staring down at your new prey. 

The boy raised his eyebrows with a certain provocation in his eyes, silently asking you by this gesture what do you wanted. But you didn’t blink a moment, and the young woman felt too much in this intense exchange.

« You could have tell that you didn’t want me, for real. » She mumbles, standing up.

«  Me ! I want you Sana, c’mooooon ! »

«  Felix… she sighs, you’re not even straight. »

« Ah, yeah… I’ve almost forgot that detail… » He shrugs his shoulders, not bothered at all, and he tooks a sip of his drink while standing up too to follow Sana.

Even Sana and Felix couldn’t distract you.

You were too far away to correctly think, your brain were so fuzzy and you didn’t even understand why you get on your knees in front of him, but youd did. With a cocky smile, he spreads his legs apart, you were offering him such a delightful view. One of  his hands reached your face to slowly brush your cheek, almost lovingly. His index gives your naturally swollen lips some caresses and you immediately took it in your mouth, gripping on his wrist like your life depends on it.

He couldn’t help but broke the contact between your eyes to fix it on your lips sucking on his index, adding his major within. You rub your thighs together, and the thought that anyone could see you in this position, in front of Changbin, makes you unbelievably excited. But people were too busy having fun to care about you. His free hand goes around your neck, like youd did few minutes ago, and you let out a little gasp, keeping his two fingers deep down your throat.

« I’ve always known that you were so desperate. But that desperate… » He tooks his wet fingers back, wiping them on your cheek.

It was almost humiliating and you gulps silently when you felt your dripping core under your dress, your wetness stucking unpleasantly on your pantie. What was wrong with you, really ? You see in his eyes that he wanted to play. So you’re gonna give him something to play with. Your body moved closer to one of his legs, still on your knees, rubbing against it almost like a puppy waiting for some much-deserved reward.

« You want everyone to see how much of a whore you are, hm ? He pats his thigh with a mocking grin, come here. »

Without any hesitation, you straddle one of his thigh with your legs and he catches your waist between his two hands so he can trapped you against his body. His fucking hot body. Thanks to his black shirt you have a perfect view on his arms, and you can feel yourself wetter if that’s possible.

Slowly you started to move against him, you wanted to feel some friction, just a little something, the bare minimum. One of his hand slowly slide under your dress and he pushes your lace underwear aside to fully have acces to your heatness.

« So pitiful. Who would want to touch you ? You still move against him, letting his fingers slip between your wet and hot folds. Right in front of anyone, they’re all looking at you. You’re burning inside even though you know people are having fun. They see how much of a slut you are just for my fingers. »

« S-shut up… You whines, your head burried in the crock of his neck. More, I want more… »

« Can’t you be fucking polite for once, uh ? Or you can’t properly talk ? »

Changbin didn’t wait for your answer and you can feel two fingers deep inside you. You were so wet that it wasn’t unpleasant at all. Hell no, it was a relief. As if his digits were made for you, not too long, a little chubby, just the ideal length to meet your most sensitive spot. He starts kissing your jaw, his thumb were added to give your red bud some rubs. You were a mess in his arms, practically crying cause you were overhelmed by your pleasure and after a few pump inside you, you were cumming hard on his fingers, gripping his shoulder to keep your mind on earth.

« You owe me a favor now, looser. »

You now understand why you didn’t like him.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #changbin scenarios #changbin imagines #dom!changbin #dom!idol #changbin x fem reader #stray kids imagines #changbin smut

[jay-cult]

Crying Over Coconuts

Seabound aftermath. Jay is sad. Zippy is an adorable puppy. ~3k. All you need to know.

Things had been silent back at the monastery, which had only started feeling emptier as a new sun rose the morning after the ceremony. It was clear time wasn't going to heal this wound for anyone. Jay had to move about. Every minute he had itched to do something, to walk through a door or around the monastery walls. Because if he didn't, he would have felt awful just sitting around depressed in the plaster cage that was his room. But maybe he had deserved to lay around feeling awful. Maybe he should have just let his bad thoughts reclaim him. But of course, he had been selfish.

And so, that day, he felt the need to just go somewhere. Wherever his legs would take him, his mind would follow. He strode out the monastery. Nobody said anything to him. They just let him walk out without saying a word. At some point, through some combination of acquiring the fixed up sub speeder and making his way to the docks, he found himself speeding through the sea. He didn't even know why he had decided to use that thing. He hated being in there.

Once he got far enough, Jay had a difficult time trying to navigate. His long, skinny fingers handled the controls on some sort of autopilot to an unknown place. He couldn’t concentrate. Instead, he stared at the sea around him, getting lost in its infinite depths. His 5-foot-6, bone-dominated body laid nicely in the cushioned seat, and it made Jay suddenly wish that he could feel numb. Due to the mechanic team’s efforts, the chair was comfortable, luxurious, even. He felt bad for feeling. He didn’t want to feel. Jay let out a shaky sigh; if only he couldn’t think.

Suddenly, the sea began to rush in harsh currents around him. Loud BOOMS from the sky echoed through the water, and bright purple flashes of light blinked in his vision every few seconds. It appeared his subconscious had taken him to the storm belt- now he knew where he was going. “Ah crap-!” He returned to his senses when a chunk of stone crashed into the waves beside him. He gripped hard back onto his controls, and the fast pace of the fearful moment allowed him to focus on twisting around the dangerous zones. And eventually, finally, he rounded the corner of a wave and his sub splashed out of the storm-protected part of the shore.

Jay’s panicked breathing slowed as he looked out at the familiar calm view of the island of the keepers. He began his course along the coastline, making his way towards the keepers’ village. He now realized just what he wanted, and why he was here.

The sub’s metal body broke the water’s surface as it arrived at the keepers’ dock. Numerous guards rushed up to do their check of the visitor. The boy’s head appeared as the hood creaked open, smiling nervously. He glanced from spear-wielding keeper to keeper. “Hey! Hey, look who’s come to visit! It’s me, Gift of Jay!” He gestured exaggeratingly to himself, grinning.

They lowered their spears and let Jay hop onto the wet wood of the dock. They looked at each other with hesitance in their eyes. One of them stepped forward. “Poultik is not here. He went out with a party of keepers on a sailing voyage to search for the lost storm amulet.”

“Oh, the two-headed guy who really likes me isn’t… here?” His expression started to fall.

“Few days, maybe,” the keeper replied. “But, urhm, we can help you, Gift of Jay! What brings you here?”

Jay smiled a bit, but then his face fell again. “Oh, well, I guess I’m here to bring some news,” he answered, realizing in the moment that they should probably know what happened. They started to look excited, but Jay shook his head. “No, no, bad news. Er, last you heard… The amulet in Shintaro was fake, and Ninjago City was going to be attacked. Well, it was attacked. There were a lot of civilian casualties. I would know, I almost drowned like the rest of them.”

The keepers’ expressions turned into frowns. “Oh, no,” the speaker stepped forward. “Is Ninjago City alright?”

Jay’s heart started feeling cold. “It is alright. We were safe. But we wouldn’t have been… and I wouldn’t be alive… if it wasn’t for Nya. She… she made a sacrifice. She’s gone.”

There was silence among the group, and the only thing that could be heard was the crash of the sea and the cry of a single gull above it. The keeper spoke up again. “Oh… she was your Yang, was she not?”

“Yeah,” Jay choked out simply.

The speaking keeper ordered a guard to bring the information to Chief Mammatus and told the rest to continue on with their duties. He bowed to Jay. “Well, Gift of Jay, if there is anything else you may need, call for Sungker. For now you may rest in the Gift Room until you need anything.”

“Thanks, Sungker.” The boy in blue reached up to give him a pat on the shoulder, and unexpectedly felt a little welcoming static from his skin.

-

After a ride on the pulley-operated platforms that he felt bad for enjoying, Jay sat on a stiff chair in the room. He had taken a platter filled with exotic foods and drinks and was completely stuffing his face, and as he was doing so, tears fell in dozens down his face. He couldn’t stand himself. Here he had come, selfishly wishing to be treated like a king, and his faithful servant(s?) wasn’t even here to pamper the great gift. And now he was sad about it, and he hated himself for it.

What was he going to do now? How else was he going to make his mind feel numb from pain, so the only thing he felt was uplifted, praised, happy? The League of Jay wasn’t necessarily an option, since they were caught up in their own damages from the city’s fall. Where else could he possibly go- to Murtessa and the Munce? He cringed at the thought. Though he knew he would be treated like royalty among their people, he couldn’t possibly betray Nya by basking in the attention of another woman who liked him. That would be pure cruelty; slander to her name and to their relationship. He chucked a half-eaten fruit at the floor aggressively, and its juice stained the wood. It rolled sadly into a crack.

Jay caught his reflection in the platter and stared at it angrily. His tear-worn face snarled back at him without hesitation, all emotions having been let loose. He stood up and set the platter down gently on the chair. He sniffed and dragged his knuckles across his freckled nose, now a menacing red. “I need to go for a walk,” he expressed shakily.

The inside of the room had been lit with electric lamps after the sky had gone dark. Jay left them going as he made his way to the door and slowly pulled it open. But instead of the view of the jungle he had expected to see from the deck, he was looking into the slitted eyes of a very sweaty beast. Its body pulsed back and forth with a pant, and its light green scales shimmered menacingly in the moonlight. In its huge mouth was a gently gripped, large, brown coconut.

“Oh, Zippy! The hell are you-?” The dragon nudged his snout into Jay's torso, pushing him back with the force. Zippy dropped the slimy fruit on the ground beside him and bowed like a dog.

Jay’s gloved hands picked up the nasty ball. “Not really the time for this right now, bud,” he said with a soft smile, giving Zippy a few pats on the head with the other hand. He reeled back his arm and then sent the coconut flying past their heads and over the railing, leaving bits of slobber behind from the velocity. Jay wiped his hand on his gi as he walked on the deck and around the corner, but once again came face-to-face with the reptile.

“I mean, what did I expect?” Jay sighed, comforted by the presence of the good-hearted creature. He was presented with the coconut once more, and acquired it in his arm before giving Zippy a good scratch under the jaw. This nearly sent the dragon crashing over the rail by the sheer force of his dropping and rolling from the pleasure of the scratching.

The slobber-stained ninja shook his head in amusement after a small bout of startled shock. “Maybe we should play somewhere a little safer, buddy,” he suggested.

Zippy followed Jay like he had a whole cooked chicken. Eventually, Jay was far enough from the village to feel safe from destroying it and, most importantly, to feel alone. He settled himself on a formation that jutted up above the trees, with a singular light blue flower growing on its ledge. He stood so that it was shielded by his legs, as if he were keeping it safe from Zippy’s reckless ruckus. From here he could clearly see the island’s unique sky. The violent storm twisted in a ring around the island’s shores, but in the middle it parted to reveal a sphere of the clear night. Though the stars were pretty, it was the moon that gave the world light, cut into a neat half and half- ironically called a quarter moon. One side light, one side dark as a sea trench.

Jay gave the fruit a good chuck into the trees below, and Zippy rather ungracefully dove into the jungle to give chase. He realized how good it felt to throw something with such great force at the moment. Jay gazed a bit at the hands that had done it all, from the throwing to the fighting. They were settled in flexible gloves cut at the fingers, which had not been washed for days; gloves which had usually gotten such good care when possible.

Zippy returned back with the coconut in due time. “You know,” Jay said, patting Zippy’s nose, “I always wondered why they called it a coconut when botanically, it’s a fruit.”

The dragon tilted his head, confused at the boy’s matter-of-fact tone. But soon enough he forgot and began spinning in circles, begging for the sacred fruit-fetching ritual to continue to take place.

Jay threw again, laughing at his antics. He envied how simply the creature perceived things, with a brain and heart so, well, simple. It must have been easy living simply. All you needed to do was munch the plentiful fruit of the isle, amuse yourself with a ball, and make friends with everyone you came across.

When Zippy returned from a few more tosses, Jay put his hands on his knees, starting to really breathe a bit. “I think that’s enough for me for now,” he said. The beast gave him big puppy eyes, noticing the tire in his tone, but Jay did not relent. He turned to head back to the village, but the dragon settled into the ground quickly in a curve that blocked him. Zippy shifted his head into his claws, seemingly happy to take a break himself.

“Well, I guess I could stay a little while,” Jay decided, plopping himself into a safe spot against the dragon’s body. His thin legs still surrounded the patch of grass that the flower was growing from. He guessed he developed some sort of attachment to the little thing.

The ninja suddenly heard a deep resounding crack beside him, and the grunts of a confused Zippy. “Huh?” He twisted over to see what was happening, and within seconds, he understood. The dragon snorted and began shaking his head and spitting, sending sticky bits of fruit flying from left to right. Zippy hadn’t been paying attention to the pressure he was putting on the coconut while he was resting, and his powerful jaw had crushed the thing to smithereens.

“No, Zippy! But the coconut! It was yours… it’s all gone now!” For reasons inexplicable to him, Jay’s face started suddenly scrunching again, ugly wetness trickling endlessly from his eyes. “Now what are we gonna do? I-” he sniffed- “you broke it!”

Zippy pressed his head against Jay’s side gently, not forcefully careless like before. The dragon sighed slowly, a peaceful sound reminiscent of a comforting whisper. Jay grabbed onto the sides of his face and pressed himself against his forehead, tears seeping into his scaly skin. The boy erupted into full out sobs, letting himself go in the openness of the wild jungle. And nobody saw him except for that simple creature.

After a hefty fifteen minutes, Zippy must have sensed a steady increase of calming from Jay’s crying, and removed his head from against him. He gave Jay a sloppy couple of licks across his face, possibly hoping to make him cleaner.

“I’m- I’m really sorry, boy,” Jay forced out between decreasing sniffs. He placed his hand gently on Zippy’s chin. “I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I mean, yeah, I’m going through some stuff, b-but… a coconut?”

The dragon gently pushed the boy onto the ground, and curled himself neatly up around him and the flower. He gave Jay an understanding look, no judgement in his gaze. Just sympathy. His tail flicked gently in the grass, making a nice brushing sound. After being seated, Jay rested one of his hands on Zippy’s nose and rustled the other into a pocket in his gi. He slid out his shiny half of his charm, his Yin promise, and turned it slowly in his hand. He watched the moonlight glint on its surface and flicker at the edges as he moved it.

“I just want her back,” he lamented softly.

The creature raised his scale-touched nose and sniffed the metal charm with his big nostrils. His curious eyes crossed to give it a good look.

“Yeah, I know, it looks like just a thing,” Jay said, “but I tell ya, it’s special. I helped make it. It’s really important…” he started to bittersweetly tell the story of how their Yin-Yang charms were made, and the entire crisis that was the proposal. “I know, I know, on the edge of a battle, right? But I thought I wouldn’t’ve gotten any other chance! Besides, it was cool. Suspenseful. It was like we were in a love story.”

He fell silent again for a moment, listening only to the hum of jungle bugs. He sighed again. “I guess the best love stories do always end in tragedy.”

Zippy let out a sympathetic moan, comforting Jay’s emotional state. Jay shifted his gaze back to the clouds above the sea. “I’m always gonna hold up my end of the promise, though. No matter what. I’m never gonna give up on her, Zippy. Even if things don’t ever go back.”

The dragon grunted his approval.

“Still, though. I just can’t help it. I’m always staring at the water, with super unreasonable expectations. And then I get so hopeful, and then I get let down, until I’m staring hopelessly into a pool of my own tears.” He dug his face into his knees. “It’s abysmal. I’m sorry. You’re the only pers- er, thing- I’ve talked about it with, really.”

Zippy tilted his head affectionately, and tried to nudge Jay’s out of his knees. His eye poked out from above his daily gi’s pants, shining with emotion. “Well, I guess Maya caught me crying once, but that doesn’t count.”

The dragon’s own eyes started to gain a shine, and he shook his head, blinking erratically.

Jay took his body out of its hiding position, wrapping his arms around Zippy’s face to stop his shaking. “It’s okay to cry, boy,” he soothed, and the two cried together into the night until reality faded and they were both asleep beside a perfectly intact, dew-covered flower.

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Morning rolled around and Jay said his lighthearted goodbyes to the keepers without eating breakfast. He stood at the edge of their dock, shaking hands with Sungker as a parting exchange.

“Thanks for being so nice, Sungker. I’ll see you again soon.”

Sungker looked to his sides bashfully. “Yes, yes, of course, Gift of Jay. Perhaps next time Poultik will be here to provide more assistance?”

Jay shrugged. “I’d like to see him, but maybe next time he and I can do something a bit more… two-sided, as friends.”

He gave an approving “hmph” to the departing visitor, and waved him off as he climbed back into his sub speeder.

As Jay sped gracefully through the aggressive waves, he came to the realization that he had been needing. Somehow, it wasn’t praise or luxury that had made him forget his sorrow. In fact, it was quite the opposite, a nature-bound therapy session with a gross but loving creature, which had made him feel a lot better.

As Ninjago City rose in the distance, he remembered one more thing.

“Whoops. Forgot to tell them their amulet broke.”

#ns15 #ninjago #seabound #fanfic #jay walker

[sweetygirl90]

If you don’t like chasriel then DON’T READ THIS. Okay? Okay.

I apologize in advance if there are any grammatical errors or typing errors that make the text poorly understood. English is not my first language and although I am learning it I still have a long way to go. I would appreciate if anyone would notify me of any errors that you find.

So... Chara here are a female-born non-binary gender (They/Them pronouns)

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Ever since he was conscious of life, Asriel could tell how much his father loved his garden.

Asriel watched him work on it all day when he wasn’t busy with his family or attending to royal duties, always smiling peacefully as he did his work watering flowers or cutting brush. It was something simple, but the adult took the time in the world to do it with impeccable care and neatness. Asriel could even tell that Asgore was more into it than his paperwork.

Rarely could he observe the affliction in his father eyes when he occasionally discovered some plague damaging his precious flowers, or how some of them turned out to be withered.

Fresh in his memory was the scene of the king sighing heavily when it was time to cut the blackened flowers before they ended up affecting the rest. According to him, although it was for the good of the rest of the garden, he didn’t like to get rid of them. It must have been a disappointment to see those flowers that he worked so hard on diying.

Asriel thought that if the garden were a person, perhaps it would be one of the most loved by the monarch of the underground, perhaps becoming just as loved as he and his mother.

It was a bit difficult for him to understand it at first, perhaps because he hadn’t found something similar to consider his garden, but he assumed by common sense that when you spend so much time on something you end up loving even a little, or not? For a long time he wondered what it would be like to come to love something or someone so much.

Was the answer worth knowing after all?

Asriel lifted his gaze from the sheets to return to the human who lay on the bed, sick and tired as usual. Or at least that's how it was a few days ago.

Their breath slowly raised their chest, their pale face that was barely rosy on their cheeks reflected full calm as if they were in a long, peaceful sleep that wanted to engulf them in the dark forever. A damp towel rested on their forehead to reduce the fever, and some brown hair clung to it while others lay on their shoulders and the pillow.

Even bedridden by illness it was amazing how they could look so pretty, and they wasn't even trying.

“Chara…”

Asriel called their name in a broken whisper. They moved their hand close to his, to show him that they was awake and that they could hear him perfectly.

"I don't like this plan anymore, Chara." He said, and he leaned over the bed, resting his face close to his friend's arm.

Warm tears began to emerge from the young prince's eyes, releasing that overwhelming feeling that consumed him from within and that he hadn't had a chance to release until now. Doing so didn't feel better if they asked, because that didn't solve anything that was happening.

Chara was dying, he knew it.

No matter how much the adults wanted to convince him otherwise or how much they insisted that his best friend would recover, he knew with certainty what the end was that awaited the human in how much their body could not tolerate it anymore. He was aware of how Chara was withering day after day, and how medicines and care were not able to save them.

He could feel it. He felt their life slip through his fingers like sand.

Worst of all is that in the midst of his naivety he was responsible for this. How could he be so stupid to allow it? How come he didn't stop them? He thought that refusing to find out what it implied would be enough, but he was wrong to underestimate Chara and he knew it as soon as he saw them lying on the ground with the rest of the golden flowers that they could not swallow surrounding them.

This he no longer liked. This is not how things should be. Chara was not born to be bedridden in pain and slowly deteriorate. No! Chara had must to re-bloom like they did every day.

His friend was not this frail sick child. They was a mischievous laugh that echoed through the castle when they both committed a mischief, they was the energy that lifted him from his bed every morning to start the day, they was that genuine smile that amazed him, they was those hands that could be gentle to pet him or be aggressive for when they both played pillow wars. Chara was that lively, ruby-crimson gaze that glowed, the one he longed for with all his soul, the one they had lost and turned opaque.

Chara was everything and more, and Asriel wasn't ready to give it all up.

“Azzy.”

Their raspy, weak voice lifted him with the same gentleness with which they began to pet his head. Asriel opened his eyes to find Chara smiling at him, they had a look of indulgence devoid of pity.

“Don’t go.” He implored. His friend's hand felt warm cradling his cheek and he couldn't help but want to hold it right there using his. He needed to feel that the warmth that overflowed from Chara's soul had not yet left them, that they had not yet left.

Chara allowed him to do so and kept petting him with their thumb on that trail of tears, thinking that Asriel looked like a helpless puppy taking shelter from the rain and cold. In a way they made sense of it when they looked at his fluffy ears and couldn't help but imagine a dog saddened by its owner's usual departure to work.

Chara wanted to try to see him the same way to deny the truth.

"I'm not going anywhere. Everything will be fine.”  They promised, but the monster could see clearly that it was more to convince themself than him. "Everything will go as we planned."

"Chara, please." He begged them again, holding his face closer as soon as he stopped feeling their caresses and was aware of the typical tremor that he noticed in them when they began to feel weak. “I don't care going to the surface anymore, I don't care breaking the barrier. I'm already happy here with you, I don't need more than that.”

He didn't want to let his garden die, didn't want to see his flower wither.

Chara still spoke as if they were unchanging, but long ago their smile and their gaze became unstable. Asriel didn't need to see them to know it, he just felt their pulse. "Seven…  Just seven human souls and you will free everyone, Asriel."

They repeated the plan that they both already knew, and with it they hoped to scare away that fear that still overwhelmed them with death on the horizon. They hoped it would comfort their poor friend, but instead they only made his suffering worse.

“We will free them all from this prison to which the selfish humans unjustly condemned you all. I want you to be free, I want you to see the sun as I promised you.”

Chara never had an attachment to their own kind and Asriel knew it from the start, for they didn't bother to hide it. Asriel many times came to wonder if the love that Chara claimed to profess to him, their friends and family was as big as they swore it to be. He was distressed that they was lying when they said that the love they  was given in one day was a thousand times greater than that given to them by humans on the surface. Right now he regretted having doubted, that the human strictly demonstrated how much they loved them by giving their own life in exchange for the freedom of the monsters.

It was a pure and real love, one that no one underground would want to lose. Asriel more than anyone.

"I can't... I-I can't, I can't. No like this. We will find another way, but not this one.”

“I will not leave. Once I die you will have my soul forever. I will continue to be with you but… Differently.”

“I don't want it to be different, I want everything to continue as it is. Please.”

“Azzy… I won't let you stay here forever.”

Chara cradled the face of their sobbing friend, who, drowning in his own tears, threw himself into hugging them as if clinging to a wooden plank in the middle of the ocean. He hugged them gently for fear of hurting them, but with the strength necessary for them to feel his despair and the tears wetting their shoulder.

"And I won't let you die. I don't want to. I can't imagine a world without you. I don’t want let you go!”

He heard Charas laugh softly before hugging him back. At first they had surprised him how calm they was, until he too felt his shoulder getting wet with tears.

They both knew that this was a destiny from which they could not escape. No matter how much this hurt them, no matter what happened next, no matter how many times Asriel implored… Chara was already determined to sacrifice themself for monsters.

The most beautiful flower in the garden gave their vitality to the others. The flower that he loved the most died and he could do nothing to prevent it.

His flower...

Chara...

They was already withered.

#undertale #chasriel #chara x asriel #asriel x chara #oneshot #this is platonic maybe? #I'm not sure at all #sweetgirl90 #my drawings #chara dreemurr #chara #chara undertale #asriel #asriel dreemurr

[bleachanimefan1]

Oblitus Part 37

Ain't Nothing But A Hound Dog

26 Days Until Extermination...

Michael sitting on the couch as he was taking a break, while he was placing his blessing over the hotel. Charlie walked into the lobby to see that he was sulking about something.

"Michael, what's wrong?" she asked.

"I feel like I'm just a burden to everyone," he told her. Charlie's eyes widen and she smiled, nervously.

"No, you're not!" she tried to reassure him. Michael turned to her.

"Oh, really? Then what about the time I tried to cook but almost burned down the hotel?" he pointed out.

"Uh?"

"Or what about that other time, when I tried to greet the clients but had a nervous breakdown after I told them the wrong thing."

"Okay, so you're having a little bit of bad luck," Charlie told him. "We just need to find something that suits you." Charlie thought for a moment, before an idea came to her.

"Hey, how about you help put up signs for the hotel?" Charlie suggested, smiling.

"I'd be happy to, my favorite niece!" Micheal answered, happily. "I will not let you down!"

"I'm your only niece, Michael." the princess laughed and she handed the posters to him.

Michael took them from her and headed towards the front door, opening it. As he walked outside, Michael stopped when he heard a whimpering sound. He looked down and he squealed in delight to see a puppy with brown hair and a black spot on it's right eye.

"What are you doing out here?" He asked as he smiled, picking up the dog. "Are you by yourself?" He saw that there was no collar on it. It must be a stray. As he examined closer, Michael noticed that the puppy looked a little bit malnourished as he felt the dog's rib cage as he held it. The poor thing must be starving! He must do something about this! Michael looked around to see if there was anyone around the he turned back towards the front door and opened it, setting the puppy down on the floor.

"I'll be back in just a minute. I have to do something real quick," Michael said. "In the meantime, stay right there and I'll get you something to eat." The puppy let out a small bark in response as it started to headed straight towards him.

"Stay," Michael ordered. The puppy stopped as it stared up at him then plopped down on it's butt, wagging it's tail.

"Good dog," Michael smiled, closing the door.

The puppy looked around the lobby and began to wander around, sniffing things like the plants and furniture, having an accident on a few of them, and chewing on some of the legs on the chairs and tables. Next, it headed over towards Husk's bar, accidentally knocking over some expensive bottles and glass containers then happily ate some of the cherries that were in a bowl. Then, it began to wander further down the hallway, just as Husk came back only to see broken glass and other debris everywhere, as well as the half eaten bowl of cherries.

"I'm gonna kill that pig," Husk grumbled, angrily.

The doors to the elevator opened as a client walked inside of it, not noticing the puppy as did. The elevator stopped at a floor and the two got off, going separate ways. The dog stopped at an cracked door, curious, and pushed it open, walking into the room. Anna was sitting on the bed, with a towel draped around her, as she got out of the shower and was drying and brushing her hair. She didn't see the dog as she bent her head down, her hair covering her face, to dry the back of her head. The dog noticed her shirt and jeans lying on the bed and walked over and tugged them off. They fell on top of it as the dog wriggled it's way out of the pile.

It dragged Anna's shirt and jeans along with it, outside of her room, just as she flipped her hair back, to see them missing.

"Alastor!" she shouted, angrily.

The puppy discarded her clothes in a random room as it walked in to see Charlie and Vaggie talking to each other.

"I still can't believe that my father would do this to me?" the princess sighed. "I mean, I know that he was completely against my hotel idea, but I didn't think that he would stoop to this."

"Hey, hon," Vaggie said to her. "Look on the bright side, your hotel is becoming more famous and well known now that more sinners are redeeming themselves."

"That's true!" Charlie smiled but then it began to drop a bit. Vaggie noticed that there was something still bothering her.

"What is it?" she asked. Charlie sighed and looked at her.

"What about you? Don't you want to leave too?" she asked. Vaggie's eyes widen. "I mean, if you do, then I won't stop you-"

Vaggie stopped her. "Hon, I'm not going anywhere." she told her as took Charlie's hand, holding it.

"Oh, Vaggie," Charlie cried. Vaggie wiped away some of her tears with her thumb.

"Now, stop with the water works," she smiled. "Can't have the hotel's owner looking like this."

Charlie smiled and wiped her eyes. "I don't know what I would do without you,"

"Well, I can think of a few things we can do?" Vaggie smirked. Charlie raised her eye brows catching on to what she was suggesting, playing along.

"What are you offering?" she asked. Vaggie and her leaned in closer to kiss.

Then Vaggie felt something wet brush against her lips. The puppy had jumped up, just as the two were moving closer to each other, licking Vaggie's lips before Charlie kissed her. Vaggie's eyes immediately opened, staring at the princess in front of her with a shocked look. The dog walked out of the room, bored, looking for something else to do.

"That was unusual," Vaggie chuckled.

"What was?" Charlie asked.

"I didn't expect for you to lick me, before kissing me," Vaggie told her. Charlie looked at her confused.

"I didn't lick you," she told her. Vaggie laughed.

"Of course you did," she told her. "We are the only ones in the room. Who else could it be if it wasn't you?"

"Vaggie, I swear I didn't lick you!" Charlie replied. Vaggie frowned, thinking.

"If it wasn't you then who was it?"

"And why are Anna's clothes in here?" Charlie asked.

The dog walked further down the hallway when Fat Nuggets suddenly came out of Angel's room at the same time. The two made eye contact as they saw each other. The dog growled, scaring Fat Nuggets. It chased after Fat Nuggets down the hall barking as it did. After what seemed like an hour, the dog had given up the chase as it lost Fat Nuggets. It wandered down the hallway and walked down the stairs, heading to the lobby, while Angel was walking back towards his room.

Angel stopped when he saw Fat Nuggets, shivering, completely terrified, behind a potted plant.

"Nugsy? What are you doing out here?" Angel asked, picking him up. "And what happened to you?"

The puppy made it back to the lobby but stopped when it smelled something. The smell was coming from the kitchen and followed the scent, walking inside. Alastor hummed to himself as he was cutting up some carrots and tomatoes, tossing them into the pot, along with some shrimp and meat. As he reached to grab some salt and pepper to season his work, Alastor stopped when he felt something tugging on the edge of his pant leg. He kicked, hard, brushing it aside, thinking that it was one of his shadows. He heard a yelp and smiled as he returned back to what he was doing.

As Alastor was stirring the pot, he yelled and nearly jumped, when he felt something like teeth as it bit into his ankle. He growled, irritated, and looked down.

"What it is you pesky-" He froze with wide eyes and his whole body immediately went tense as he saw the puppy, latched onto his ankle. Alastor's eyes turned into radio dials as he stared down at the puppy. Horrible flashbacks from his previous life came back to him, as he felt the dogs teeth biting into his flesh, straight down to the bone and ripping his skin as they pinned him down.

"Get away from me, you filthy mutt!" Alastor shouted.

He threw back his leg, shaking the puppy off of him until it fell off, sliding across the floor. Voo doo sigils appeared around Alastor as he glared at the beast in front of him, while static emitted from him. The loud noise scared the dog and it ran away just as Anna walked into the kitchen, passing her as it did.

"Alastor, if your playing a joke on me, this isn't funny," she said as she walked into the kitchen, wearing only the towel. Alastor blinked. The symbols and static disappeared as well. He stared with wide eyes with a frozen smile, as she did, frozen in place. He felt himself began to panic.

Alastor blushed as he quickly looked away. "Have you no decency?! Cover up!" Anna frowned with her hands on her hips.

"I don't know what your problem is? I'm wearing a towel. You've seen me practically naked before,"

"Don't remind me," Alastor groaned. As he turned back, Alastor saw her stare at him, waiting for something.

"What?" he asked.

"Well?" Anna asked, gesturing to herself. Alastor was even more confused, by what she meant.

"Well, what?" he asked. Anna stared at him in disbelief.

"Give me back my clothes that you told your shadows to do!" she shouted.

"I did not tell them to do such a thing," Alastor told her. "honest."

"If it wasn't you then, who else was it?" Anna questioned.

"It was probably that mutt," Alastor muttered under his breath, spitefully. Anna's eyes widen in surprise.

"Dog? What dog?" she asked.

"Stop running away, you runt!" the two of them heard Husk shout at something in the lobby. Alastor and Anna peeked out from the kitchen to see Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, who was holding Fat Nuggets, still traumatized, and Husk surround someone in the corner of the lobby, close to the front door.

"What is going on?" Anna asked.

"Well, we found the culprit who's been terrorizing everyone," Charlie explained, gesturing over to the small dog, who was staring at everyone with big eyes, innocently.

"Well, toss that flea bag out!" Alastor shouted.

"How did it even get inside the hotel in the first place?" Anna asked.

Suddenly, while everyone was wondering the same thing, the front door open as Michael walked in, looking like he had gotten into a scrabble himself as well. He was missing a shoe, his hair was a mess, and his white suit was unbuttoned.

"I got mugged!" he shouted as he walked in, smiling. "But, I managed to put up every single poster so everyone can see them!"

Michael stopped when he saw everyone staring at him with unhappy looks on their faces then saw the puppy in front of them. It noticed him and quickly ran over to him. Michael cringed when he saw the damaged of the lobby, from broken glass, tattered and ripped couch cushions, chewed up furniture legs, and somehow a fire right in the middle of the lobby.

"After I find a safe home for this one," Michael told them. "I'll help clean up!"

"No!" Everyone shouted at the same time. "Please, don't! Just go back to blessing the hotel! We'll take care of this!"

#hazbin vaggie #hazbin charlie #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel fanart #Alastor #Alastor the radio demon #Alastor's dog phobia #Fanfiction #Hazbin Hotel OC #alastor x reader #charlie x vaggie #Hazbin Hotel Michael

[casuallyimagining]

Mutual Feelings

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Jungkook is nervous because you haven’t told him you love him; you have an important question for him. Genre: fluff Notes: Part of the Long Term Couples series.  Read more here

If, last year, someone had asked Jungkook if he was cool with being in a relationship with someone who seemed physically resistant to saying the words ‘I love you’ in a meaningful way, he would have said absolutely not. Jungkook’s a patient man, but even he has limits. He likes to feel solid in his relationships, likes to not have any questions left on the table. He thinks he’s an open book, and he likes his partners to be the same way.

When he let those three words slip out not even a month into your relationship, he had mentally kicked himself. He had thought it was too soon, but he was trying to reassure you and they had tumbled out of his fat mouth before he could stop them. As it turned out, he hadn’t stopped saying them since.

You, on the other hand, had somehow gone from the cheerful ‘I love you’s whispered between friends to not saying it at all, not even after he had said it, and not ever since. He had grown so used to them during your six years of friendship that going six months without felt a little empty.

You weren’t ready. It was a big step for you, and he understood. He just wished he knew if there was any way for him to help you want to take that step. That, coupled with the fact that intimacy beyond kissing was off the table meant that Jungkook was more unsure in this relationship than he had ever been before.

This was all so new. He’d had girlfriends in the past, but in the years of knowing you, he’d never heard you talk about anyone significant in your life. He wasn’t sure if you’d never dated anyone, or if you’d never dated anyone that mattered, but at this point, he wasn’t sure that was important. Your friendship meant the world to him–you meant the world to him–and he was just so worried about losing that.

So he was second guessing himself constantly. Was he wrong to tell you he loved you so soon? Did he make a mistake in assuming you would want to see him both at work and at home every day? Had he been too forward when he drunkenly asked you out? Not forward enough the next day when you confronted him about it? Did he make enough time for you? Was he letting you know how he felt often enough, or was he smothering you?

Jungkook had thought that he had known you so well back when you were still just friends, but now… he had trouble reading you. He supposed that it was because you wouldn’t outright tell him how you felt.

Although, it wasn’t like you didn’t love him. Hearing the words would be nice, but the fact that you didn’t say them didn’t mean you didn’t feel them. And Jungkook definitely felt loved.

He felt it when he pushed himself too hard at rehearsals and performances. Not only were you there to take care of him, you scolded him for not taking care of himself. He knew you appreciated his work ethic and dedication, but the fact that you could hold an ice pack to his neck, pet his hair, and yell at him all at the same time honestly made his heart swell.

And he felt it when he screwed up his heel in London. You were there, distracting him from the pain before the concert, and helping pick him up when it was over. He had been devastated to not be able to perform, to be confined to a chair on stage, but having you dote on him afterwards almost made it better. And while you weren’t dating at the time, Jungkook knew that you wouldn’t hesitate to do the same thing again, since every time there was even the threat of an injury, you were at his side.

It was there when he had showed up on your doorstep with a dog and you had just gone with it. He had rightfully expected some pushback, but he hadn’t quite expected just how quickly you had agreed. He prepared a speech! He had rehearsed that speech the whole way from the pet store to your apartment! But he loved that you trusted him enough to take in his dog, he loved that you were comfortable enough around him to be spontaneous like that, and he loved that, even in just the couple weeks that you had Kimchi, you had fallen in love with the puppy. He may have paid the adoption fees, but you both knew that Kimchi had quickly become your dog.

He felt it when you jumped to defend him, like his own personal knight in shining armor, fighting for his honor. It didn’t matter if it was something you saw on Twitter, one of the other guys, or even himself–you got heated about it all the same. You had a secret account on almost every social platform just to yell at people on his behalf. You would playfully scold the guys when their teasing got a little too intense. And you always stopped him when he got too down on himself. In fact, you had been the one to first introduce him to the “you shouldn’t be mean to my best friend” rebuke.

He even felt it in how fiercely competitive you could be. Jungkook loved that you could go from defending him in one breath to threatening to smother him in his sleep in the next. He had gotten you into Overwatch, and he had expanded his gaming repertoire based on your tastes, and honestly he was never happier than he was curled up in bed playing video games with you, and at this point, he was convinced that you felt the same.

It was there in the late night texts you sent him when the two of you spent the night apart, and in the early morning phone calls he received the following morning. It didn’t matter if the two of you were in different timezones, you always texted him goodnight. And while he might not always be awake enough to respond, he had started looking forward to those short messages. And then the next morning, he was always happy to answer the phone when you called, even if you woke him up with the call. There was something about your cheerful ‘good morning!,’ especially if he knew it was three in the afternoon for you.

So while he definitely would prefer to hear you say it, Jungkook supposed that he could wait a little longer, because your actions spoke louder than any words.

He thought about this as he worked, the task of washing that night’s dinner dishes mindless enough that he could safely let his mind wander without risking too much. You, too, were in your own little world, drying the dishes and bopping around to the music blasting out of the little bluetooth speaker you kept in your kitchen.

Dinner had been tense that night. Not because anything was particularly wrong–or, at least, Jungkook didn’t know of anything that was wrong–just because you seemed incredibly nervous, and he wasn’t sure why. But the entire time you helped him cook and while the two of you were sitting in front of the tv watching YouTube videos and eating, he could feel the nervous energy rolling off you. He wanted to ask, but every time it crossed his mind, it didn’t seem like a good time.

The song changed, Jungkook smiled at the opening notes to “My Time” wafting out of the speaker. He loved that you loved his music. You grabbed the wet skillet off the counter as you started to hum along, and he watched you out of the corner of his eye. Once it was dry, you placed the skillet on your stove–you used it for everything, so he supposed you never saw the need to properly put it away.

You continued to hum as he let the water out of the sink, the dishes finally complete. With a sigh, you tossed your towel down on the counter and leaned against the cabinets below, watching him rinse the last of the bubbles down the drain.

“So I’ve been thinking.” Jungkook noted the hint of nerves in your voice. “And, I mean, you’re totally allowed to say no to this, I just figured I’d ask-”

“Babe. Breathe,” he joked, flicking some water off his hands in your direction. You giggled, leaning away slightly from his attack. He placed a hand on your hip, tugging slightly and pulling you closer. His other arm snaked around your waist as soon as you were close enough, holding you loosely against his body.

“I was wondering,” you started again, placing your hands on his chest and playing with the soft fabric of his t-shirt. “If maybe you wanted to move in?”

Jungkook could feel his heart start to pound in his chest. He was sure that you could feel it, being as close as you were. Was this what you were nervous about earlier?

“I mean, you’re over here most of the time, anyway. And Kimchi’s here.” You glanced at the brown and tan dog napping under your breakfast nook. “I know the dorm’s convenient, so if you want to leave some stuff there, that’s fine. But I wanted to offer.”

He couldn’t help the goofy smile spreading across his face. Honestly, Jungkook hadn’t expected your relationship to move this far this quickly. But he wasn’t complaining. At this point, a good majority of his clothes were at your apartment–he still had the bag tucked into your closet, but he had also lost count of the number of hoodies and sweatpants and t-shirts he had left here that he just hadn’t bothered to take back to the dorm. His laptop was here, his PS4 was here, his dog was here, you were here, and really, that’s all he needed.

“Sure.” He nodded, his eyes meeting yours. You looked happy, which only made his smile grow. He could feel his face start to heat up, and for a second, he felt like a teenager again, confronted by his noona crush. It was weird–and a little fitting considering the song that was still playing–for him to realize that he had never had that experience in school. “I would like that a lot.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook nodded, his hand covering yours on his chest. “We’re going to need new furniture.” Your eyes sparkled as you said it, and he couldn’t tell if you were joking.

“Please tell me you didn’t just ask me to move in so you had an excuse to get a new couch.”

You hummed, one of your hands tangling in the long hair at the back of his neck. You smiled at him–it was innocent enough, but he could see mischief in it, too. “Not at all.” Your lips brushed against his softly. “But if we could celebrate the occasion with a new couch, who am I to argue?”

Jungkook laughed and buried his face in the crook of your neck. He felt it then, too, standing there in your kitchen, your arms wrapped tightly around him. You didn’t need to say it, not yet at least. He knew.

You loved him. And the feeling was absolutely mutual.

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