#it hasn’t happened yet but I think it will fix me once it does

[puppyeared]

Ever since I was a little girl I always knew I wanted a butch twice my size to call me a good boy

#it hasn’t happened yet but I think it will fix me once it does #Im not much of a boy or a girl or anything and I gave up trying to put a name on it. but I really like that phrase #its weirdly pleasing and I wish I had more situations where I could call myself that…. sigh #I noticed that whenever I do smth like look both ways before crossing the street or hold the door for someone #I find a little voice in the back of my head praising me like wow!! good job!! you’re such a good boy!!! #idk what that says abt me but im not complaining. I am a good boy #I hope everyone is having a good week!! and if not I sincerely hope it gets better and the weeks to come #im updating my blog again for fun ^_^ #so far I’ve updated my header icon and text color but since im on the bus rn I might go back and change things when I get home #I also saw someone walking across campus wearing nothing but a t shirt and shorts in -15 Celsius weather #yapping

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

Danny Phantom doesn’t want to be king.

And the Observants also don’t want him to be king.

Frankly, very VERY few people want him to be king, dead or alive.

But opening the sarcophagus, even if it’s closed NOW, disrupted some magic protections. Until those can be fixed, summoning spells need to be answered by SOMEONE. Not all of summons, just like—once a month or so. Because if they don’t let that power outlet happen, all of those summon magics build up and suddenly Pariah Dark reigns again. Answering the summon basically dispels the built up magic, like opening a dam.

Again, Danny doesn’t WANT to do this either, but everyone else involved is a bad choice. He won’t even be named prince, because THEN that implies he COULD be king. He needs a title, of some kind, a position in the court, no matter how tenuous, so he can do the thing. Something where no one in their right or even WRONG mind would think to try to kill him for the position or try to marry him or something equally annoying to deal with.

So.

He becomes the Ghost Court Jester.

He even gets a fancy little outfit upgrade when he’s summoned, all black and white bell hats and shoes, a stupid little ruffle collar and black parachute pants, even face paint with a tiny dot of glowing neon green at the tip of his nose. The works. Better yet, if he hasn’t been ‘unsummoned’, his human form is just the exact same costume with swapped colors. He can change into his normal outfits, but until that circle has been disrupted, the next summon, or the next full or new moon, he’s stuck into the outfit when he first transforms from either form.

The Phantom Jester, which is a title more intimidating than Danny appears to be if we are to be honest, cracks jokes and never, EVER takes the summons seriously.

“Listen, I just had to get my hours in and it’s the last day of the lunar month, you got lucky I came at all.”

“I got the position by virtue of not wanting to go to Time Jail for a crime I technically didn’t commit and technically probably won’t but, well, eyes are the beholder of the grudge or something else equally cryptic to make you mad.”

“Is this a slumber party? … do you have cake? Bummer. Well, enjoy the bleeding walls then.”

“Whether I help you or not is entirely dependent on how well of a run down you can give me on this book I have to read that I have not at all touched.”

“Explain the reason in three sentences or less. I suggest less. And if it’s stupid I’m hitting you—oh you think this circle can contain me? Haha. It won’t.”

“Is that chicken blood? Why?? What did the chickens do to you?”

There are props in his costume but he literally never knows what he’s gonna pull out of his sleeves. Danny can’t even do a balloon animal and knows exactly zero card tricks, which would be more of an issue if the cards weren’t the size of a dinner plate. He barely even juggles and he’s honestly probably just utilizing his rarely-used telekinetic powers, but he does give people flowers if they haven’t been a total jerk. And if those flowers are like, rare and have seeds for propagation, well… he literally wouldn’t know. No, really, he doesn’t. He gets summoned by at least two ecology departments and he has no idea why, I mean, if he had a nickel—

He also had pies and is NOT afraid to use them.

#danny phantom #danny phantom headcanon #I usually do crossover stuff these days #but I deliberately left it out so anyone could chose to do so or not #that said…. could you imagine #there’s so many fandoms where this would just be really fucking funny #rare spell ingredients? super serious situation? life and death in the BALANCE? #and here’s a sassy teenager who isn’t even getting paid for this #you summoned him and now he’s YOUR problem #fair warning he bites #someone calls him a mime and he almost decks them #Mimes and clowns are noble pursuits! #this is like. pun-ishment of some kind

[nburkhardt]

This is something that hasn’t left me since I read a fic from fucking glee years ago. It’s haunting me and goes away only to come back and swirl in my head so I’m just gonna write it out.

Saying this now, i remember a lot of season 4 but I’ve blocked out the Stancy parts hahaha so it’s not completely accurate to the show I don’t think. Also a quick heads up, I skip a lot of what happens in the show because it’s taking up too much brain power remembering those things lol (ps: if you see typos, no you don’t)

~

“I always pictured you, just, wanted to let you know before we head straight into danger”

Something inside of her wants to break and yet all she can do is nod at him and immediately head into that danger. Not wanting to look to closely at it right now, there’s more important things going on right now.

Takes her shotgun and decides she’s ending this once and for all.

It feels like an eternity passes before she finds herself in the hospital. One second she’s ruining her eardrums using the shotgun right next to her face, the next she’s following the emt’s light.

Surprisingly all of them has made it, she doesn’t know how but they have. It’s all she knows, couldn’t hear properly and too out of it to really follow anyone anyway.

“-eler, ms? Hello, Ms. Wheeler? Can you hear me?”

Nancy blinks hard and looks around to find a nurse standing next to her, “oh, sorry. What did you say?”

The nurse smiles softly at her before shaking her head, “I was asking if you wanted to call your parents now? Our generator finally kicked in and we’ve already asked your friends”

That makes her blink again, her ears still somewhat ringing, “yeah- yeah! I’ll, um, do that”

The call with her mom she barely hears, but she knows that they’re on their way. As she hangs up the phone she looks around and doesn’t see any of her friends, it makes her nervous.

“Hey, where are my friends?” She asks the same nurse and catches her surprised look, “did- you already told me didn’t you?”

The nod is enough but the nurse still says, “Yes, two of them got admitted, the other two are in there with them. They didn’t want to be separated so they’re in room 130, just over there”

She knocks once before opening it to find what she expected, Steve in one bed with Robin clinging to him and Eddie on the other with Dustin sitting next to him.

It shouldn’t be surprising but it is.

“Nance! Heyyyyyy, welcome to the party!”

Robin snorts, “don’t mind the Dingus Duo, the doctors gave them some strong medicine for the bites”

She shakes her head, smiling just a little at them. Steve’s mumbling about Robin ruining the party, Dustin’s laughing and Eddie has his eyes closed either falling asleep or already there. She takes a seat on the extra chair, opens her mouth but lost her words. The room is filled with beeping, Steve and Robin whispering and Eddie snoring.

It’s nice, this is nice.

A pleasant change from the chaos they went through just hours ago.

Seeing Jonathan is amazing, he pulls her close and presses a kiss to her forehead. Her arms are wrapped around him and she can’t stop the tears from falling even if it’s a happy moment.

Because it is, actually seeing him in person and not just hearing his voice.

He holds her close and it feels great, it does. But there’s Steve’s words echoing in her head. It makes her hide her face in hopes to cancel them out, she’s with her boyfriend. The boy she loves with all her heart, and yet, yet she’s thinking of the one she broke at sixteen.

Those words swirl, rattle and settles in her head as she helps fix the cabin up. They burn when Jonathan jokes about Steve being in charge, she huffs a laugh but disagrees.

She sees the confusion on Jonathan’s face. That doesn’t surprise her. Instead of continuing, they’re interrupted.

Seeing Joyce and all of the Byers reunite brightens the moment of confusion, seeing Hopper is a massive shock but a welcomed one.

Fixing the cabin is a process, but with the actual adults back, they decide to stop for the day and make their way home.

She watches as Mike clings to El and Will, watches as Joyce holds Hopper’s hand in a death grips. Sees Jonathan hovering and she’s on the outside.

There’s those words making her stay on the outside.

There’s static in her ears, her vision blurry, heart beating fast and she can’t figure out what happened. How did this happen? They were fine, Jonathan promised. She promised.

“I’m really sorry, Nance. I just can’t be in a relationship anymore, I love you. I do, but my family needs me and I, I need them more. You have to understand” he’s holding her close and she can feel his tears fall onto her, “I won’t ask you to wait, you deserve someone who’ll love and focus on you.”

All she can do is nod as tears go down her face.

They share one last kiss before separating for good. He hugs her close and she squeezes her eyes shut.

It’s several hours later, having spent most of the day in a haze. She’s sitting at her desk, trying to get her focus back, when those words from months ago start to swirl back in.

“I always pictured you, just, wanted to let you know before we head straight into danger”

“-just travel across the country, with my family”and “always dreamt this” filters in with it, she doesn’t know what she’s feeling, she shouldn’t be thinking about her first boyfriend like this.

Jonathan just broke up with her, not even a full twenty four hours yet.

But the words are swirling fast and she can feel her stomach flutter suddenly remembering that feeling those emotions Steve used to give her.

It was nice, even if sometimes she had to be away from him. He did treat her like she was his world and it felt like it. Nancy goes to sleep with a plan set in mind.

Tomorrow, she’ll go to Steve’s and hope he still wants that second chance.

Dressed in her best clothes, wearing pretty make-up, she makes her way to the Harrington house.

Seeing Eddie’s van parked outside doesn’t surprise her, not really, what does make her pause is when she walks by a bike and skateboard on the porch.

Seeing that makes her doubt the timing, Eddie there is alright he shouldn’t know the history between her and Steve. She also swears she heard him talking Steve about lost loves and second chances.

The bike can only be owned by Dustin and he definitely knows the history and Max well, since Spring Break, has been particularly living with Steve at this point. Stating a number of times that Steve is her brother, she might not know the story but she’ll be questioning.

But she’s here now and Steve’s words are on fire in her head.

So, she moves ahead determined. She knocks on the door and takes a few deep breaths to get her composure.

The door opens and it’s not Steve answering, it’s Dustin and she blinks. Losing that composure she just gained, it’s quick and she’s quick to get it back with an easy smile. “Hi Dustin, can I come in?”

He’s been hanging out with Eddie too much lately, since he is loose with his posture now and opens the door with an exaggerated smile and waving his arm as he opens the door more.

“Nancy?”

She looks around, sitting on the couch is Max who’s got an eyebrow raise and frown.

“Hi Max, I wanted to speak with Steve. What’re you doing here?”

Both of them shrug and Dustin moves to sit next to Max, “We have plans with Steve and Eddie, we got tired of waiting outside”

“So we broke in”

She rolls her eyes, moves to stand closer to the stairs, “Are they awake? Where is Eddie?”

The two share a look and she can’t figure out what it means, Dustin has a mischievous smile once he’s looking back towards her, “Upstairs”

A little suspicious at the look, but the words in her head has her pushing forward despite the alarm bells ringing that something is up.

Steve’s house has changed since the last time she was here, there’s more life within it and old family portraits are gone, photos of friends in their places instead. There’s a door with a sign saying ‘Dustin’s room’ on it, and she passes an open door that was originally Steve’s. It’s cleared out except for the desk and the plaid wallpaper.

The next room is opened just a bit, she itches closer and pushes the door to see more and her whole body freezes.

There on the bed is not only Steve but Eddie too. From where she’s standing, Eddie’s pressed up against Steve’s back and has an arm around him; keeping him close.

She tears her eyes away from them and immediately regrets it.

On the floor is a mix of Steve’s clothes and Eddie’s, that’s not it though. Sitting directly next to bed is ripped condom packaging and by the trash bin is a poor attempt at throwing away a used condom.

It brings her attention back to the bed, in the short glance away, Steve has moved in his sleep. Instead of facing away; he’s now facing Eddie and nearly on top of the other. She tenses up as Eddie tightens his arms around Steve, then she pulls the door shut before moving quickly down the stairs.

Without acknowledging the two on the couch she makes it to the door, just as she pulls it open the door she’s stopped.

“They’re asleep still? We could tell Steve you stopped by” she can just hear smugness coming from Dustin and Max sniggering.

Shaking her head, she refuses to look back at them, “no, no, it’s fine. Have uh, have a good day!”

“It doesn’t make sense! I, I thought- he” Nancy mumbles to herself, trying to collect her thoughts. She didn’t even bother moving yet, still sitting inside her car mumbling and trying to figure this out.

She could’ve sworn Steve was flirting with her, she knows she was a little during the fight. It felt natural and right. Even though it was wrong, very wrong. But- it was potentially the end of the world, they could’ve died! Everyone involved would understand her lapse of judgment.

Steve had told her, admitted his dream with her in it.

Him and Eddie? Steve likes boys? Since when? Was- was it a lie then? Was she being led on? Maybe even being used?

She’s so in her head, she doesn’t notice anyone walk up and only realizes when her whole body jolts at the knocking on her window. Shaking her head and reaching for her glove box, looking over her eyes widen at Steve standing there.

He’s wearing sweatpants with only a jacket over his bare chest, he looks worried, confused and most importantly; scared.

Taking a breath, she rolls her window down before looking at him, “Steve, hi.”

“Nancy, what are you doing here?”

Frowning, she looks away from him and startles at seeing Eddie standing there by the door also looking scared. Her eyes must be wide, because Steve clears his throat and she immediately looks back at him. “I- I”

Steve sighs, dropping his arms to run a hand over his face and hair, looking away from her, “Nancy, what you saw- you can’t tell anyone. Okay? Please. I don’t understand why you’re here right now and I really don’t want to know rig-” he shakes his head, “just, please don’t tell anyone”

She opens her mouth, but the words get caught. Steve’s look is haunted, even more afraid then a few months ago. Closing her mouth, taking another look at Eddie by the door before focusing her attention back on Steve.

“I won’t. I promise, Steve. I won’t tell anyone, just- maybe we can talk sometime? All of us?”

He clearly wasn’t expecting that, she can tell by his eyes and how he glances behind him, before looking at her again. “I’ll have to talk with Eddie first, but, uh yeah sure.”

Steve gives a weak smile at her that she tries to match, despite her racing thoughts. He steps away from the car and she starts it, nodding her head before driving away. She watches in her rear view mirror as Steve walks over to Eddie and only squeezes his arm before leading him inside.

Imagines that once inside, Steve pulls Eddie close and holds him tight.

Three Days Later

It wasn’t avoiding them, she really wasn’t. She had to collect her thoughts, really figure out what she absolutely wanted in life now.

Which, she still doesn’t know, at least relationship wise.

Thinking back on the last few years and how they’re finally no longer fighting for their lives and the world, she can go for her dream of becoming a journalist. Which is exactly what she realizes, two days into her thinking, that’s what she actually wants in life. Not a relationship with Steve. Not even a relationship with Jonathan at this point, she doesn’t need that right now.

By the third day, she realizes how selfish she was acting and how much she actually scared, maybe even hurt Steve and Eddie.

That’s what brings her back to Steve’s front door with an apology and some cookies. There’s no bikes or skateboards this time around, just Eddie’s van and it’s not first thing in the morning.

Knocking on the door is quick and as she wants gets her composure and tries to relax. It’s not long before the door opens, Steve standing on the other side and her mind flashes back to the night in 83. Shaking her head to get rid of it, smiling she raises her hands up with the plate.

“I bought cookies”

Steve smiles a little and let’s her in, “you didn’t have to, Robs and I had a baking spree last night”

“Yeah and it’s all delicious!” Eddie shouts out, from somewhere.

It does some a little like a bakery in here, she notices. Placing the plate on the table before looking at Steve, “no, my mom insisted I bring them.”

Steve just nods as he closes the door, “It’s fine, we love cookies and if we don’t finish them, Eddie’s friends and Robs is coming over later anyway”

He leads her towards the kitchen and she’s not surprised to find Eddie at the table with paints and figurines, “Elder Wheeler, good afternoon on this fine day”

A laugh bubbles out of her, as she takes a seat across from him and she watches Steve take the seat right next to Eddie. Eddie looks towards him and she gets to see a silent conversation pass between the two, it’s not like the ones she’d see between Steve and Robin or even the ones she’d have with Jonathan.

It ends a second later when Steve looks towards her with a tight smile, “Nancy, I’m sor-”

“No!” She’s a little loud but it makes his mouth snap shut and Eddie to widen his eyes, “sorry, but you don’t have to apologize to me. If anyone should, it’s me. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you guys or to make you uncomfortable. I, I wasn’t thinking straight”

Eddie snorts, “couldn’t imagine how to do that”

It makes both her and Steve break into a smile, she’s quicker at sobering up though, sits straighter and clears her throat before settling her eyes on Steve, “I was being selfish, that’s why I came over the other day. Your words were in my head and I thought, maybe they were telling me that we could have a second chance. But I realized, I don’t want it anymore.”

Steve looks confused, “my words? Wha- my old dream? That thing?”

She nods, “yeah and I didn’t think things through, came here and found you both in bed and, scared you”

“You did” Eddie nods, dropping a hand to Steve’s, “When Dustin and Max mentioned you were in the house and looking for Steve, it really did scare us”

“I know, and I’m truly sorry for doing that to you both.” She looks away from them and sees how tightly Eddie has Steve’s hand in his, “You’re-”

“Relationship,” Steve interrupts her, “our relationship”

She nods, “it’s yours and I shouldn’t have even thought of you the way I was.”

They both nod and it’s quiet for a moment.

“Can, can I ask you?” She doesn’t know how to approach this, this isn’t something she does a lot. This is completely different from anything she’s done before, “You don’t have to tell me anything”

The couple share another long look before looking back at her, “I’m gay, I only like boys.”

“I like both. I especially like Eddie” Steve’s smile is bright and aimed completely at Eddie, “before you ask, we’ve been dating since we got out of the hospital.”

It surprises her, it’s been months.

“Yeah, I was surprised too. Thought Stevie boy was still high off the pain meds, turns out he was completely serious” Eddie laughs, “We haven’t told many people, gotta be careful with this”

She’s not surprised by that and nods, “I understand, I’m just a little confused- if you liked him and why give me hope? Why tell me that dream of yours”

“Nance, we were in the middle of a war,” Steve squeezes Eddie’s hand before letting go and reaching over to take her hand, “I wasn’t lying, I did dream of having a future with you. I thought we weren’t going to come out of it, didn’t think I’d have even a chance of growing up. That dream was from a little lonely boy who loved you with everything, I thought you should know that before something happened to us. But that wasn’t my only dream, and I know that’s not the kind of life you’d want, right?”

Her eyes are watering and nods, “You’re right, it was nice though”

It makes all of them laugh and Nancy feels like she knows him better, “I really am sorry, not just for scaring you. But for what I did back then”

“I’m sorry too”

There’s tears falling from both of them and she can see Eddie wiping away his own eyes.

A laugh bubbles up out of her, then Steve and lastly Eddie. It’s tears and laughter between them now.

~

Okay, look I’ll be completely serious right now. This wasn’t supposed to be this long, honestly. That’s why it ends the way it does, because it could go on even more. But I’d be repeating myself I think. Also, all of this just for the image of Nancy finding out about Steddie in like the most awkward way possible. (Without it being completely explicit 🤣)

Hope it reads okay, I had some help from the discord babes, @i-less-than-three-you & @strangersteddierthings! Love you both lovelies 💜

Information that isn’t in the fic: Robin and Wayne are the first ones to know about Steddie. Dustin, Max & the CC boys are the only other ones that know (besides Nancy) everyone else doesn’t. Also this takes place over a span of a few months. The very first part is directly after vecna (max isn’t hurt) and jumps to the “two days later” after that. But Jonathan and Nancy break up is about two months later.

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[tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar]

JJ’S NSFW Alphabet

Note: HOLY SHIT! I finally wrote this!? I hope you enjoy reading!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

It will never not amaze you to see the way he switches from breaking you in the best way to fixing you right back up. JJ makes sure there’s a filled “emotional support” water bottle nearby. Instead of leaving you, for even just for a few seconds, he brings you to the bathroom to cleanup. He plays a Spotify playlist while sharing a shower, but the playlist is based on which mood you’re in. If you are still a little hazy, he plays the slow songs but if you’re smiling while trying to start something while running the soap over his body, he plays throwback songs and you two spend the time underneath the shower head singing and dancing around each other. He puts you in his clothing afterwards and when you two are cuddling, you either snack on something while scrolling on social media (stopping to show the other one something), watch something on the tv but when that happens, it’s mostly background noise and you two slowly fall asleep.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hair is his favorite part of his body. It’s easy for him to come down from a panic attack with a pull of his hair. He loves the feel of the wind going through the strands with the car windows down. The smell of the ocean makes him feel safe but the hot shower after getting it out of his hair makes him feel so much better and comfortable. He thought about cutting it since some pieces were getting longer and getting in his eyes, but he left it alone when you pointed out that you wouldn’t have anything to hold on to as he eats you out. He loves feeling your reaction (the tug to come closer when he pulls away, the pulling that you don’t notice doing as he licks up your wetness over and over again) as he does it too much to lose the ability to so he starts borrowing your hair ties. Seeing him playing with one on his writ while looking at you with a smirk makes you feel some type of way. Just like the way he loves your thighs. He loves to put his head on top of your lap and wraps his arm around them, keeping you there as he relaxes. His rings leave goosebumps when he runs his hands up and down your legs but then grips onto your thighs to throw your legs over his shoulder. He kisses the bruises left over on your thighs. He used them as hand warmers once by putting his hands between them but then thought out loud, “We have never done cock warming before…”

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…I’m a disgusting person)

His eyes nearly rolled back to his head when he noticed all the cum dripping out of you and onto your underwear. “I haven’t even touched you yet.” It becomes a game for him to see how much wet your underwear can get. He does get you new pairs, but they don’t last long.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There are hints of his daddy kink that he hasn’t told you about: “you like that, baby girl? Tell me how much.” “You can take it. Take what I give you.”

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they what they’re doing?)

JJ is a flit with everyone. When you started fliting back, you thought that would it. Instead of hooking up with someone at the bonfire, something that you have watch him done many times before, he pulled you away from the conversation from another guy and dragged you inside. “don’t play dumb, y/n. I finally have you and I won’t let you go unless you tell me to. Even then that will be difficult for me since I have been waiting for so long. All the others could tell I just wanted you but if you don’t believe me, let me show me what I did while thinking of you.” And oh boy, does he! You won’t let him go. Instead, you make a mental list of things you want to try with him.

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

69. Feeling your moan vibrate around his dick in your mouth makes him spread your ass further apart to lick your pussy as he fingers you. He will stretch his arm and hand towards your face so he can show you how you’re cum covers his rings. Your hand around his dick squeezes and both of you groan in pleasure.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He is very serious about wanting to make you feel good, but he is a nature funny guy so when he says things like, “I want your thighs to squeeze my head like a watermelon” it makes you giggle but he gives you a blank look and shows you he isn’t kidding.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

He shaves down there but it doesn’t bother him if you don’t.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

He will lift you on top of his dresser and step into your legs to kiss you slowly, finger underneath your chin to look you in the eyes, “wrap your legs around me. I can’t decide if I want to carry you to my bed or fuck you right now. I think I will do both. How does that sound, baby?” He takes his time to make sure you’re okay, kisses all over your face after your first orgasm but you will scream in delight when he throws you on the bed and crawls over you.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

He tells you to do not be shy with all your pretty sounds you make, just let it all out. He will masturbate to the thoughts of how you sounded later.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Bondage. He will use one of his headbands scarfs as a knot. Katoptronphila. He enjoys watching you both in the mirror as you two fuck.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

The boat. He will take you on the boat for an entire day to have you in anyway he wants: Holding onto the railing as he fucks you from behind. Reverse cowgirl as he sits on the chair behind the wheel. Fucking you in the water with your back against the boat.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Teasing each other until one of you breaks. He loves how strong you try to act but he knows how fast you can break underneath him.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

A threesome. He does not want to share you.

0 = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He sometimes fucks your throat as you lay on your back on the edge of the bed, but he enjoys watching you go on your knees in front of him just as much. He knows that you love sitting on his face, but he wants to see your face so he will pull you down on the bed to lay down with your legs over his shoulder as he continues to make you try to come with just his tongue with eye contact.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc)

He’s both. He loves switching the tempo when you start showing the signs that you’re ready to come since it turns him on so much to see how well you react to him.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex,how often, etc)

He will never get enough of you and cannot keep his hands off you so quickies are common but so is him telling you there’s more to look towards for later. You keep him on his toes too though with a quick handjob before he goes to work.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He will fuck you against the bathroom counter with other people in the house. “Look at you,” he pulls your hair to make you look in the mirror, “trying to be quiet. No one will see you like this, sweetheart but me.”  You will ride him in the back of the van and he will make a comment that someone can easily drive past and see how much it’s shaking.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Two at most but three if he thinks you need more to understand you’re his and not the guy he noticed looking at you for a little bit too long.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

When he found your toys, he acted like it was Christmas morning. He loves using toys on you and hearing you beg for his cock when the dildo doesn’t hit the spot you need. He will slowly drag it out to make sure it’s his cock that you want since he will not grab the toy again. Instead, he will push himself in you and use the handcuffs if you try to take the vibrator off your clit. “I wish you could feel how wet you are. Can you hear it?” He slams into you, “Maybe you can’t over the vibration. I will turn it down if you come when I tell you too and then I will turn it off. But if you come too early, I will gag your mouth, so you don’t waste a breathe to ask to come again when you don’t ask, you listen.”

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Not enough apparently since he won’t stop teasing you on the daily with words: “Did you wear a dress today to make it easier to ride my mouth or my dick?” “If your shorts were just a little bit shorter, my handprint would be on display for everyone to see.”

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He will grunt in your ear as he slides into you for the first time. Says “fuck” more the closer he gets to coming. He will moan your name if you don’t take your mouth of him when he tells you to since you want to sallow his cum.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

KNIFE OR GUN PLAY. WHY NOT BOTH. It’s no secret that he can tell how turn on you get as you watch him handle his knife or gun. He will slowly the shape of your body with the knife with one hand as the other is wrapped around your throat. “You trust me so much…what if I carved something in you? Would you allow that?” You would squeeze yourself against the handle of the gun instead of you and say yes. “Good girl.”

X = X RAY (lets see what’s going on in those pants, picture of words)

Scratches cover his back. Bruises are left over on your hips…but down between your legs, there are love bites. He is the definition of big dick energy.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?”

It’s never coming down.

Z = ZZZ (…how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He does try to make sure you fall asleep first, but sometimes he can fall asleep first after thirty minutes of just laying down and listening to your breath slow down.

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[faramirsonofgondor]

I hate that Ted is portrayed as a kind, caring, good coach. I’m not saying he hasn’t been kind or caring to the team and others, but I hate a lot of the decisions he makes. He’s such a non-confrontational person, to the point where he never addresses the problems the team has, which is a part of being a coach. He’s supposed to manage the team, which means making sure the team dynamic runs smoothly and the players aren’t having any problems. Yet he tasks Roy, who has shown himself to be an emotionally stunted, angry person, with making sure Colin and Isaac stop bothering Nate and getting Jamie’s attitude in check. And then he repeatedly tries to force Roy and Jamie into bonding with each other, treating Jamie like he’s the antagonist in the situation (which he sometimes is) despite the fact that Roy is in a clear position of power over Jamie and Roy himself doesn’t exactly treat Jamie with respect or kindness.

He lets Jamie’s behavior build up, and tries to get Jamie to like him and sweet talk him into behaving (the whole ‘ur such a good player but ur one of 11’ speech). Then, when Jamie still continues with his bad behavior, he gets into Jamie’s personal space and yells in his face while towering over him in front of the team . Even though Ted didn’t know about Jamie’s father, this was still a completely inappropriate course of behavior. If one of my coworkers was being rude and messing up the workplace dynamic and I saw my boss yell in their face like that, I would be immediately heading to HR. And when Ted benches Jamie after Roy tries to attack him??? Yes what Jamie did was fucked up but Roy was acting like a fucking dickhead too. And it was probably sending mixed messages to Jamie, because there Ted was acting all nice and kind and being placating about Jamie’s attitude, then suddenly Jamie’s being benched and then Ted’s yelling at him with no warning. Like if Ted has just said from the beginning that Jamie’s behavior was unacceptable and if he kept acting like a ball hog and a bad teammate then he would be benched, I think Jamie would’ve probably stopped acting like a fucking prick. But instead of setting clear boundaries, he avoided the issue and then had an outburst when he wasn’t getting the results he wanted.

It doesn’t just happen in season 1 either, there are moments scattered throughout the whole show where Ted ultimately fails to do his job and act like an actual boss to the team. I understand, in part, that some of this is probably caused by toxic masculinity and ‘sports culture’ but it still doesn’t excuse his actions, or inactions. He lies about Jamie coming back (even if it wasn’t technically a lie at the time), then he does nothing to help Jamie adjust to being back on the team while everyone hates him (the ‘Led Tasso’ bit was not an appropriate form of help). He brings Roy back as a coach, then does nothing about Roy’s unprofessionalism and refusal to coach Jamie. He doesn’t even offer any meaningful advice to Jamie about it. It shouldn’t have been a situation that Jamie had fix by himself. Ted, as the one in charge, should’ve pulled Roy aside and talked to him about it (it irks me to this day that pulled Roy aside about Trent but not about Jamie). He doesn’t say anything about Nate, who revealed private information to the press, and allows Nate to keep coaching. Like did he not even think about the fact that Nate could’ve potentially told the press information about other people on the team???

And then in Season 3 he ignores Jamie’s complaints about Zava, and lets the entire coaching staff insult and belittle him for being worried about the team’s dynamic. He ignores the fact that Jamie was right about the dynamic getting messed up. He never apologizes or acknowledges it after Zava leaves either. When Isaac went after that homophobe, he just told Isaac to chill out and not take it seriously when Isaac was legitimately upset, once again ignoring the issue and focusing on the wrong thing. If someone I knew had attacked someone who was shouting slurs at them, telling them they fucked up while they were still clearly upset wouldn’t be my first, nor my second, nor third or fourth or fifth reaction. AND AFTER EVERYTHING TED HAS THE AUDACITY TO TELL JAMIE TO FORGIVE HIS FATHER???? Like I understand it was Jamie’s choice to contact his dad and that Ted never told him too, but did Ted literally just never once consider the fact that the advice he was giving him might put him in danger? Not even just physically, but mentally as well?

I just think Ted is so focused on trying to keep people happy that he misses the fact that sometimes you have to confront and feel your negative emotions in order to get to the core of a problem.

I just hate it when media portrays characters a certain way, to the point where they’re practically shouting ‘look at him, he’s so nice and kind and he’s never done anything wrong’ and then have the character make shitty decisions and never resolve or confront the mistakes they made?? They never get any consequences??

That being said, I don’t view Ted as a completely horrible or evil person either, just someone with a lot of flaws that I wish were more acknowledged. He can be a good person and he has helped some of the people on the team, but he’s also hurt them in some ways and that’s never really addressed.

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[jfleamont]

never, sometimes, all the time

a snippet from my upcoming uni/band au - 1701 words

The kitchen is scarcely lit and there's a faint smell of burnt eggs. Someone cooked during the party, probably Marlene. Nevermind that this isn’t her flat; the boys don’t mind. They’ve known her for a couple of months, but they welcomed her with open arms, just like they did with Lily. They’re good, she thinks. These kids are good. They let her smoke inside the house tonight— well, James did. She only smokes every once in a while. Mostly when she’s nervous.

He's sitting across from her, one arm draped across the chair beside him, his head thrown back. His eyes are closed and his lips are slightly upturned; he looks content. Lily thinks he's smiling. 

No, he definitely is.

Maybe it's the alcohol in his system. Or the music, which is still playing, though at a much lower volume than before; the others are already in their rooms, passed out, so they don’t care. This is just for the two of them.

She doesn’t know why she hasn’t left.

“You didn't keep your word,” she tells him. He'd promised Sirius he wouldn't get drunk. They hadn't said why, and only exchanged what looked like a meaningful look that she couldn’t decipher. Not yet, at least.

He chuckles, his eyes still closed. “I've only had one drink. And I didn't know you paid so much attention to me.”

“Remind me not to do it again. Also, it was a Long Island Iced Tea. A strong one, from the looks of it.”

He shrugs. “The situation called for it.”

She leans forward on the table, lowering her voice just a little. “Is this about Peter?”

“No. Maybe. I don't know.”

She waits for him to continue. He does. “It's just that we were so close to being great.” A humourless laugh, “Maybe I'm kidding myself. We weren't close at all.”

She notes the perfectly relaxed line of his brows. Maybe it’s just because he’s tired, but there’s no hint of anger on his face. “You don't seem too bothered by this, though.”

“Oh, well, I'm doing okay now. It's not too bad, I suppose.”

Lily snorts, and knows that he isn’t lying. “Yeah?”

He opens his eyes - they’re tired and soft like she’s never seen them - and fixes them on her.

“Yeah.”

“Always the optimist, you.”

He mirrors her position, resting his chin on his palm. “I had a good night, that's all.”

“I don't think that's all.”

“You’re right, it's not,” he shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair. He laughs quietly, a hint of anxiety colours his voice.

“So? Tell me,” she prompts him.

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and looks behind her for a moment. “I have a plan. Mind you, not a good one, but it's a plan. It's sort of insane and if I'm being honest, it’s probably the worst idea I've ever had.”

“Are we still talking about the band or…?” 

“I found a solution for next week's gig,” he announces grandly, smiling from ear to ear. The only thing that is missing is the jazz hands.

“You found a bassist? That was quick. Who is it?” 

“You.”

She blinks. Several times. James’ smile has faded a little, and his expression looks careful.

“You've got to be joking.”

“Told you it was a crazy idea.”

Lily doesn’t want to think about the implications of this. Being friends with the people Severus couldn’t stand was one thing, but actually performing with them? That couldn’t happen. It’s not like she cares about him anymore. No, that’s not it. Maybe a part of her misses him still, and she used to be a people pleaser when she was around him, but this has nothing to do with that. It’s the fact that she has been questioning every single decision she has made ever since she left Severus behind. With him, it felt right… until it didn’t. Who’s to say that this won’t happen again? She doesn’t trust herself anymore, and this is brand new territory.

“You want me to join your band. You?”

James sits up straighter and gives her a funny look. “Why do you sound so surprised? You're brilliant.”

“But… I can't.”

“You can't or you won't?”

“Can't! How am I supposed to learn your entire setlist by next week?” she exclaims. She doesn’t mean to raise her voice, but she can’t help it. The more she thinks about this, the less confident she feels.

“Actually it would be better by Wednesday.”

He doesn’t look apologetic at all. Strange, since he was so worried about asking her a minute ago. Either he’s mad - and this is a very real possibility - or he just believes she can do it, which, really, is another form of insanity. 

She tells him so. “You're not right in the head.”

“Evans—”

“I've got two papers to submit by the end of next week! There's no way I can play with you,” she says in a whispered shout, and now she’s the one with her hands in her hair.

He’s grinning. “But you want to.”

She suppresses a smile at his bravado, but he’s right. “I want to help you. But I can't.”

He leans in conspiratorially, and his enthusiasm almost wins her over. Almost. “Come on, it would be fun! And it's just a one time thing, okay? Or at least until we find a new bassist.” 

“Can't believe you're asking me this.”

“Please?”

He’s not pouting, but he might as well be, and Lily can’t deny it: she’s thought about this exact scenario. She’s seen them on stage, she knows how good they are: they’re miles better than everyone else in their local music scene, really, and Lily can’t help but wonder if she’ll feel out of place up there. She loves performing, but being in a band with Severus showed her how awful it feels to be overshadowed by someone else, and she doesn’t want a repeat of that.

“… Can I think about it?”

James’ eyes light up. “Is this a yes?”

“It’s a question.”

“Of course you can think about it! Take a couple of days,” he waves a hand around and sits back in his chair, looking triumphant. Lily smiles; she’s about to burst his bubble. 

“Hmm,” she rubs her chin contemplatively, “What do I get in return, though?”

He furrows his brows, not expecting her question. “Oh… We're not getting paid for this gig, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“I know, Potter,” she deadpans, rolling her eyes, but there’s no real annoyance in her tone. “I've performed there too. I'm talking about something else.”

The side of his mouth quirks up. Cheeky boy. “Anything in particular?”

“I'll let you know. After the gig,” she adds nonchalantly.

“What if I refuse?”

“These are my terms. Take it or leave it.”

James is thinking hard, by the looks of it. She doesn’t know what kind of favour she’ll ask him, but simply knowing that she has the upper hand in this situation makes her euphoric. He knows he’s signing away his soul if he agrees. She still hasn’t decided if she’s going to mess with him or not. Perhaps she’ll be nice about it.

“Fuck it. It's a deal,” he extends an arm to shake her hand and she’s about to do the same when a thought occurs.

“Hang on, did you say this was the worst idea you’ve ever had? What the fuck?”

“Shot myself in the foot, haven’t I?”

“I’m giving you one chance to recover from this. One.”

“Fuck,” he covers his face with his hands, and she thinks he’s blushing a little but she isn’t sure. “Remus is much better at this. He was supposed to broach the subject but he refused to, thinks I’m mental.”

She drops her smile and freezes. “Is he even okay with this? And Sirius?”

“Don’t worry, they both think you’re great. Sirius says you’re the female Flea.”

She beams at the compliment and relaxes into the seat. “Do you agree?”

His eyes roam around her face and Lily feels warm all over. It only lasts a moment, and then he’s smirking again. “You’re easier on the eyes, so…”

Right. He’s just messing with her. 

“Twat,” she responds, and kicks his chair.

His gaze softens. “But to me you’re more Macca than Flea,” James continues, tilting his head to the side as he studies her once again.

“He was fit when he was younger, not going to lie,” she deflects, because she knows she’s talented - she does! - but she feels the impostor syndrome kick in any time she is compared to another great bassist‒ she has a list; Paul McCartney is at the top. Wait, is James aware of this? She hopes not.

He laughs and nods vigorously. “Especially in the late ‘60s with that beard.”

“Shame he never grew it out again after that,” she sighs, and feels the tension dissipate.

James raises an eyebrow. “Wanna watch the Get Back documentary?”

She’s pretty sure he’s joking, but the last time she saw it she cried, and she doesn’t have the strength to hold back the tears in front of him. Besides, her eyelids feel so heavy that she would probably fall asleep ten minutes in, and she’d rather sleep in a bed tonight. “As much as I’d love to, you’re dead on your feet and I’m not doing much better so… I’d better walk home.”

James sits up straight, suddenly very alert. “No.”

“What do you mean no?”

He gets up from the chair and grabs the remote. “I don’t want to walk in the cold and neither do you,” he says with his back to her as he turns off the music, “so just do me a favour and use my bed.”

She can’t possibly sleep on James Potter’s bed. “You don’t have to—”

“It’s not up for debate,” his tone is resolute but he’s wagging his finger at her, which makes him look kind of ridiculous. “The sheets are clean, changed them this morning.”

“I can’t let you—”

“I’ll take the sofa, goodnight.”

And with that he walks to the bathroom and closes the door.

#told you I had a snippet for my uni/band au #I don't have much else written but I have the plotline down lol #this is kinda shit but it'll change the more I work on it #jily #jfleamont rambles #jple #never sometimes all the time #NSATT

[thecuriousquest]

Nothing Left to Say

Yandere TodoBakuDeku x Fem!Reader

Tag List: @issamomma @serenity-persian

Warnings: Yandere themes, cheating accusations, controlling behavior, heavy spanking, punishment spanking, polyamory, public humiliation

Summary: You are in so much trouble when your boyfriends catch you talking to another male.

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There’s nothing you can say that will make this situation any better as you look at your boyfriends Izuku, Katsuki, and Shoto. You didn’t even think you were flirting, just talking with a guy who commented on your band t-shirt. It wasn’t like you went up to the dude and flashed him.

However, they are beyond pissed at you.

Izuku swats your bottom in public! “What are you doing talking to him like that?”

The stranger holds his hands up and takes a step back, startled by Izuku’s actions. “Hey, we were just-”

He’s cut off by Shoto’s flaming hand. “I suggest you walk away.”

And he’s nodding and running.

You rub your sore ass. That one smack really hurt! Poking your lower lip out, you look at your men. “Why are you acting like this? I was just talking to him about (favorite band)!”

“Don’t look at us like that. You weren’t talking. You basically had your tits in his face. His hands were all over you,” Bakugou accuses.

“Bunny, when we get home, you’re going to be punished. What you did was really bad.”

Fearing a punishment, especially from Izuku, you try to back away from him. “I didn’t do anything like that! My tits weren’t anywhere near his face.”

“You’re lucky we were here before he could take advantage of you. Scum like him was probably thinking of different ways to get into those tight jeans,” Shoto says as he narrows his eyes at you.

They’re all accusing, predatory, angry, and you don’t know how to fix it.

You cross your arms and pout even more. “No, we were just talking.”

Bakugou grabs you by your jaw, forcing you to meet his scarlet eyes. “Excuse me? Who are you talking to like that? I know it’s not us.”

“I’m not going to just stand here and let you accuse me of something that didn’t even happen. You’re being mean, Katsuki.”

“Oh, I’m being mean? You really think I’m being mean? You haven’t even seen mean. I can be so much fucking worse than I am right now if you don’t get your shit together. Got it?”

You stomp your foot, huffing with annoyance.

The next thing you know, Bakugou is bending you over his hip, lifting you off the ground slightly with an arm wrapped securely around your waist. His heavy palm crashes down on your upturned bottom. It hurts. Oh Lord, does it hurt.

“Master, please, stop!” You beg Katsuki to end this public punishment.

The people around you stop to witness your spanking. Beyond embarrassed, you pound your fists against Katsuki’s leg. You have no effect on wavering him like you had hoped, and it only results in you getting spanked even harder.

Shoto and Izuku stand by, nodding with approval at what’s taking place before them. They see you try to hold in your cries of pain, but once the sting grows rapidly across your flesh, you’re unable to keep silent anymore.

Once Bakugou puts you down, you realize the only one who hasn’t spanked you is Shoto. You look at him before looking down. You know the rule. If you break a rule in front of all of them, then all of them get to spank you.

Sniffling, you bend over slightly, tucking your lip in between your teeth as you offer your sore bottom to Shoto.

The two toned hero delivers a flurry of spanks to your thighs and sit spots. He has you jumping from one foot to another. You wouldn’t be surprised if he burned holes through your clothes because your ass feels like it’s on fire.

Finally being led out of public, you cry all the way back to the secluded yet luxurious house you four stay in.

Izuku grabs you by your ear and walks you over to the couch before sitting down on it. He pulls you over his lap, and you crumble into sobs.

“No, please, Sir?! Master already gave me a really bad spanking!”

Shoto walks over to you, grabbing you by the back of your hair, forcing you to look into his heterochromatic eyes. “Have you already forgotten about the one Daddy gave you? Need another reminder after your Sir is finished?”

You shake your head. “N-no! That’s not what I meant! It’s just that Master’s was worse.”

“Oh, so mine didn’t hurt? Did I not teach you your lesson?”

You groan as he twists your locks in his fingers just as he twists your words.

“It looks like she’ll be getting two spankings,” Bakugou quips as he sits down on a chair, getting ready to enjoy the show.

You shake your head. “Please! I don’t want another spanking!”

Shoto lets go of your hair. “Should have thought about that before acting like such a slut in public.” He takes a seat next to Katsuki.

“Sir, Daddy, Master, I’m sorry. I really am!”

“Not as sorry as you’re gonna be, Bunny.” Izuku raises his hand.

The way Deku spanks you is the most horrid of all three. He’s slow, his palm crashing into your flesh and letting it rest there so that you feel the full impact of the hit. He’s unpredictable, never letting you even begin to imagine a pattern. He’ll spank one cheek repeatedly before working the lower parts of your thighs. It makes no sense. He just swats you randomly, and it’s unfathomable. He is the one who always has you sobbing faster than Shoto and Katsuki.

“Sorry! S-so sorry!”

“What are you sorry for, Bunny?”

There is a right and wrong answer to this question. Though you did nothing wrong, they don’t see it that way. They see this entire ordeal as your fault. The trio thinks you were the one flirting with that stranger, coming onto him as if you would rather go home with some extra rather than three top heroes. It makes you sick to your stomach just thinking about it.

You don’t want to lie and admit to something you didn’t do, but you also don’t want to go another round with Izuku’s palm of fury.

“Was…was acting…like a slut,” you cry into your folded arms. It takes everything in you to say that.

Izuku rubs your bottom to try and soothe you, but you’re inconsolable. They don’t believe you weren’t doing anything wrong, and you hate it!

“That’s right. You were being a bad girl. That’s why Sir, Master, and Daddy had to punish you. Now, Daddy has to give you another spanking for being disrespectful.”

“But, I can’t take another spanking! It’s so sore!”

“It’s just red. You can do it. You can be my tough girl.”

Izuku lets you up and sends you over to your Daddy. Shoto hushes you and instructs you to bend over the arm of the couch. With a hand on your lower back to keep you steady, he immediately begins to set your bottom ablaze. He has a specific shade of red for your flesh in mind, and he’s not stopping until he reaches that goal.

He’s going to the color of Katsuki’s eyes. Using his partner as a reference, he paints your bottom with his palm to his satisfaction.

You squirm, you beg, you kick, and you cry. Finally, you go limp over the sofa’s arm, unable to even move an inch anymore. Oh, fuck, it’s brutal. It has gone above and beyond the word painful. Your backside feels tormented, like someone has splashed boiling water on it about a thousand times.

Shoto pulls you up, and you turn to look at him with snot and tears on your face. He looks at you with pity, mopping your face with a tissue.

“Blow,” he orders, and you obey, blowing your nose into the tissue being held for you.

“Good girl. Now, what did you learn from your spanking?”

“N-not to make Daddy m-mad!”

“You didn’t make me mad. You were just being disrespectful. I’m not mad at you, though. I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Daddy.”

He pulls you in tight for a hug and kisses you on your head. You get the same treatment from Izuku. Katsuki gets up. He mutters a curse before pulling you tightly against him.

“You be a good girl now. I don’t want to have to do any of this again.”

Nodding, you rub your battered bottom. “Yes, Master.”

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[propertyofwhitney67]

Extra Help

M!Winter x AFAB!Reader

Words: 761

TW: teacher/student, cockwarming

Note: I got really horny and needed this old man so here we are

Inspo post

I’d been teasing him the entire class period. Subtly parting my legs every once in a while, showing off my wet cunt. Even occasionally reaching down and playing with myself when I knew he was watching. I could tell he was getting worked up. I’m surprised he hasn’t pulled me aside like he normally does, forcing me into a chastity belt for the rest of the day.

“Y/n. Meet me after school, we need to talk about your grades.” Not his best excuse, I was the best in class and shouldn’t be worried about my grades.

I smirked and nodded, “Yes sir.” He acknowledged me with a nod and returned to preparing for his next class.

Robin nudged me with his elbow on the way out of class, “What’s that about?” Sometimes he’s too curious for his own good. “You get great grades.”

I chuckled and waved him off, “Probably just a chance for extra credit or something.”

After school I didn’t bother changing out of my school uniform, just quickly walking to Winter’s classroom. I stopped short of the door and politely knocked, “Come in.” 

I entered the classroom, closing the door behind me. “You wanted to see me?” I dropped my bag on a chair and stood in front of his desk. “Did I do something wrong, sir?” I asked, feigning innocence.

Winter sighed, “You’re such a pain sometimes, Y/n.”

“Yet you still can’t get enough.” I joked and walked around his desk, standing beside him. “Do you need any help?” I made a show of bending over and leaning on his desk. 

He put a hand on my bare upper thigh before picking up a pen, “Though I’d have you help me grade some papers, it’ll keep you out of trouble for a while.” He handed me the pen and gestured to the pile of papers, “You’re a smart girl, you should know all the correct answers.”

I pouted, “Really? I thought we could have some fun.”

“Maybe if you do as you’re told.” He told me a matter a factly before pulling me into his lap. “Do you think you can do that, Y/n?”

I huffed but nodded, “Yes sir.”

He wrapped a hand around my waist and readjusted me on his lap, “Good girl.” I hummed happily at his praise and quickly got to grading the papers, wanting to get the boring part over with.

Winter seemed content to let his hands roam my body while I graded the papers. He was quiet for the most part, only grunting when I moved around too much or when he corrected a mistake I missed. I felt him harden under me, “Sir?” I asked coyly, shifting in his lap.

He cleared his throat, “Stand up.”

I smirked, dropping the pen and standing as instructed. I didn’t bother turning around as I heard him undo his pants, knowing what was going to happen. He lifted my skirt and slowly guided me back down onto his lap. I gasped, feeling his cock against my slit, “Winter…”

“Shh…” Winter shushed me, not wanting to draw the attention of anyone who was passing by the classroom. He doesn’t want to be caught fraternizing with one of his students.

I moaned lowly while he groaned as he slipped his cock in, “Fuck...” 

Winter rubbed circles on my hip, “Watch your language, it’s not becoming of a young lady.” I knew he was only half joking but I didn’t have a comeback, I couldn’t think straight with him inside me. “Keep grading.” He instructed while handing me the pen. I whined but took it and went back to grading.

It’s always nice sitting in his lap and cockwarming him. I can relax when I’m with him, “What’s on your mind?”

“I wish we could spend more time together…” I explained my thoughts while fidgeting with the pen.

He softly kissed my shoulder, “I know.” Winter’s busy and we don’t get to spend much intimate time together. He took the pen from my hand and put it in its proper place on the desk, “I think you’ve done enough.”

A pit formed in my chest, fearing I said something wrong. I took a deep breath and stood up, fixing my skirt and stepping away, “No.” I turned back, surprised. “I still have some extra time to spend with you.” 

I smiled happily and hopped up on his desk, spreading my legs and giving him a perfect view of my cunt. “How much time?”

He chuckled and shook his head, “You’re a handful.”

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

#dol #dol x reader #dol winter #winter the history teacher #winter dol #degrees of lewdity #winter degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity winter the history teacher #degrees of lewdity winter #degrees of lewdity fanfiction #degrees of lewdity fanfic #degrees of lewdity imagine #degrees of lewdity imagines #dol fanfiction #dol fanfic #winter x reader #dol winter x reader #my writing

[backpackgoldfish]

Don’t let me go - part 1

Summary: After the death of her Father, Y/n finds solace in the arms of her father’s best friend... Aaron hotchner.

Pairing: Dbf!Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Series warnings: death, murder, smut (I plan to write lots of smut😈) age gap (reader is 18 or older and Aaron is in his 40s I think)

This is just the beginning so it's pretty short, not a lot of plot development and nothing really happens it just kinda the prologue I guess you could say, I have a bunch of chapters already written so if you guys like it I'll post them more frequently. Thank you so much for your time and let me know what you think 😁

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Y/n sits on the couch in her living room, playing with the hem of her black dress as she watches the room move around her. People she’s met maybe once or twice in her life or never at all, try and tell her they know exactly how she feels and what she’s going through. They come and sit next to her and talk to her for what feels like hours and at the same time only seconds, she never really says anything back because she’s been tuned out since the second person that came and talked to her, and yet somehow, they don’t stop, they just keep talking, adding to the ever growing white noise in her head formed by the constant “Sorry for your loss.” “Your father was such a great man.” and “when he was your age…” they say the same meaningless things in an effort to help but they really just make it worse. The poor girl just wants to scream at the next person to say a word to her, and honestly, she just might.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath then she feels someone sit next to her and she swears if they say a word, she going to lose it. She waits with her eyes closed praying for them not to speak. And after several long moments, to her surprise they stay silent. She opens her eyes to find her father’s best friend, Aaron. He’s looking at her with this sad look she hasn’t seen on anyone else since it happened. He lays his open hand between them, hoping that she’ll take it. She laces her fingers with his, feeling comfort in the roughness of his skin. He gently squeezes her hand which she returns. Her eyes fill with tears, after trying to fight them back all day she finally let go. Laying her head on his shoulder she does her best to find solace in the silence, he doesn’t care that she’s soaking his shirt in her tears he just wishes he could fix this for her.

Y/n has always been close with her father’s friend, mostly because she was so close with her father. She went with her dad everywhere she could, he was one of her best friends, she doesn’t know how she’s supposed to go on without him. And she guesses maybe that’s how Aaron feels too.

She brings her hand up to hold onto his bicep before asking in a soft broken tone, “How’re you doing?” looking up at her while still having her head resting on his shoulder, he just shakes his head, closing his eyes while letting his head fall against the back of the couch. She doesn’t know how to comfort him and it’s killing her, that’s always been her job, comforting other people, but now she can’t, she just doesn’t know how to anymore. She feels broken in so many ways, she’s not herself anymore, there’s a part missing she doesn’t know if she’ll ever get back.

“I should probably get going soon.” He says unable to meet her eyes, knowing if he did, he would have to look at the pain lingering in them.

“Please don’t go yet.” She whispers, holding on to him a little tighter. She’s willing to beg if that’s what it will take.

“I’ll stay for as long as I can, alright sweetheart?” she closes her eyes again just for a moment to breath in the comforting scent that follows Aaron. Then as she opens them back up she finds her little brother placing his small hands on her leg.

“Hey, Benji,” she says sitting up straight.

“Can I sit with you and Uncle Aaron?” He asks. She can see the sadness in his eyes, it makes her heart break a little more.

“Yeah Benji, of course. C’mon.” She helps him up and he lays across both hers and Aaron’s laps, with his head resting on her legs. She leans back into Aaron, and he puts his arm over her shoulders as she mindlessly plays with Ben’s hair.

Aaron’s phone buzzes after a perfect moment of being together. He checks it and to Y/n’s disappointment it’s his ex-wife. She hates even the thought of Haley. All Aaron did was try his best to love and take care of her and their son Jack, but no that wasn’t enough for her. She had to go and cheat on him.

How stupid do you have to be to cheat on Aaron? There’s no one better than Aaron. He’s perfect. How could she not realize she had everything Y/n wants? Haley is the only person Y/n genuinely hates. Perhaps she’s a little bias and truth be told she has no idea what all actually goes into keeping a marriage alive. She doesn’t know about all the ways Aaron failed as a husband, always prioritizing the job over his family. But even if she did know, shed make excuses for him, rationalizing it in her own mind, because to her he can do no wrong.

She practically worships the older man, he could tell her anything and she’d believe him without a second thought, she’d do anything if it made him proud of her. She just wants him to notice her. She thinks him being an FBI agent is the most amazing thing in the world, she wants to join after college, her goal is to one day join Aaron’s team. Aaron always tries to steer her in any other direction, encouraging her to pursue anything else. She doesn’t understand that he’s trying to protect her. She doesn’t know about all the horrors he’s faced. He doesn’t want her to be ruined by the hardness of the field. He wants her to stay sweet and innocent, like the way he’s always known her to be.

But he doesn’t see the bit of something that lurks behind her eyes. Just sitting and waiting for the moment to push forward and take over. Do all the unspeakable things she secretly longs to.

“I have to go now. I’m really sorry.” Aaron apologizes, giving Y/n a short hug then moving the small child off his lap. “I’ll check in tomorrow. Maybe I’ll bring jack by so he and ben can spend some time together.” Y/n nods, not speaking out of fear of crying again. He pat’s ben’s head as a goodbye, giving Y/n one last sad smile before going to the children’s mother to let her know he’s leaving.

Y/n contemplates asking to go with him. She doesn’t want to get stuck in the house with a memory of her father around every corner. But she knows her family needs her, more than she needs an escape. Her brother definitely needs her, she’s fairly certain her brother doesn’t fully comprehend all of this, but no one really took the time to explain to him what death really was. All they were told the day it happened was, “Kids… your father was in an accident on his way to work this morning, he didn’t make it. He's gone.” After that, their mother mostly shut down. In fact, Y/n has barely seen her mother the last few days, with the only exception being when other people were around.

Y/n still doesn’t understand how her parents ended up together, they literally couldn’t be more different. She genuinely doesn’t know of a single thing they had in common. Her father was so honest and real, while her mother has always had up a front, never showing her true self to anyone but the people she lives with. Y/n doesn’t understand how her father, who was so loving and kind, could be with someone so manipulative and terrible. But somehow her father always seemed to be happy. And he always used to make everyone around him happy.

Y/n might not realize but she inherited that from her father; the ability to make someone smile just by being around them. She’s always had a glow to her that radiates to everyone near her. But not today. Not this last week. It almost feels like there’s a dark cloud covering the whole neighborhood. She can’t smile no matter how hard she tries to force it; all she can do is cry.  

#aaron hotchner #hotch x you #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #george foyet #george foyet x reader #jack hotchner #papa rossi #matthew gray gubler #thomas gibson #aaron hotchner smut #dad's best friend #forbidden relationship #dbf!hotch

[alrightbuckaroo]

Happy Wednesday, everyone! Thanks for the tags, @welcometololaland, @wandering-night19, @three-drink-amy, @inflarescent, @strandnreyes, @rmd-writes! It's always a delight to read the little snippets you share. Lola asked for some more Parisian Summer AU and who am I to deny?

"When I make dinner, I start cooking but then it’s like Dumas is in my ear, telling me everything I’m doing wrong. Even things I’ve done for years, like how to make a simple roux. Next thing I know, I’m feeling anxious and sometimes I start to lose focus.”

“What do you mean?” TK asks softly, like one does when approaching a wounded bird. “Lose focus?” 

“I don’t know, I guess it’s like, spacing out? I don’t know, it’s like for a super brief second, things go dark and then I come back to reality without remembering the moment before.” Carlos explains, wondering if any of his ramblings make sense. 

“It’s not very often though.” Carlos rushes to clarify when TK looks at him with overwrought concern. “I just, I just have to get better at staying focused.” Carlos smiles after he says it, like it’s that easy. 

TK is silent for a brief moment, holding himself back because all he wants to do is be honest with Carlos. He wants to tell Carlos he’s worried about him. He wants to tell Carlos he can’t be indifferent to this anymore, but at the same time; he doesn’t think telling Carlos will make a difference.

Carlos is still Carlos at the end of the day; a career driven culinary student who’s focused on his journey to becoming the best chef that he can be. TK just happened to be a fortunate stop amid that journey; one that Carlos hasn’t left just yet and one that TK hopes he never leaves. 

TK doesn’t want his worry to disfigure itself into animosity, as if he’s annoyed he has to share Carlos with his embedded passion. He wants Carlos to be the best, but he also wants Carlos to be happy. 

“You know you can always come find me if it gets too dark,” TK says, his thumb running across the ridges of Carlos’ knuckles. “I’m always happy to be your light.” 

TK thinks it might sound cliche and he knows it won’t magically fix anything; but that doesn’t mean he means it any less. He had once told Carlos he could talk to him about anything and that still rings true, now more than ever.

tagging: @reyesstrand, @carlos-in-glasses, @heartstringsduet, @orchidscript, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @bonheur-cafe, @basilsunrise, @tailoredshirt, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @sanjuwrites, @freneticfloetry, @ambiguouspenny, @rosedavid, @paperstorm and here's an open tag for anyone who just wants to share :)

#sorry it's so long LOL; all the context was needed imo lmao #wip wednesday #fic: summer slipped us underneath her tongue

[lilareviewsbooks]

Gay Mermaid Books!!

Are you excited? 'Cause I'm literally so excited -- who doesn't love a gay mermaid book? Honestly, I think mermaids are a little underrated as fantasy creatures, and so it's time we change that. And be gay along the way. 'Cause why the fuck not, right?

I've compiled this list with all the gay books with mermaid and mermaid-adjacent creatures I've read before. I've also made a GoodReads Shelf with more books, as some lovely people from SaphLit (a sapphic bookclub you should definitely join!) contributed. I haven't read the ones that aren't here, though!

The Deepwater Bride, by Tasmyn Muir

If you're a veteran of queer books, you've probably heard of Tasmyn Muir! She's the author of The Locked Tomb Series, which starts with Gideon The Ninth and is about gay necromancers in space! It's a wonderful series, but before she sat down to write that, Ms. Muir penned this novellete, which is featured in the July/August 2015 issue of The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction. 

This is a more Lovecraftian take on aquactic creatures. The Deepwater Bride follows a young girl who can see the future, and the weird things that begin happening in her small town. All the while she's falling in love (with a girl, duh)! 

This one will give you Ms. Muir's traditional cheeky style, which includes phrases such as the iconic "the drowned lord who dwells in dark water will claim you. the moon won't rise tonight, and you'll never update your Tumblr again". Not to mention, it's a quick read, and still takes you on a rollercoaster of a ride that will leave you wanting more.

Aquicorn Cove, by Katie O'Neill

Another quick read, Aquicorn Cove is the sweetest graphic novel you'll read. It's a middle grade, but like Ms. O'Neill's other work (The Tea Dragon Society, which you should also take a look at, by the way), this one can be enjoyed by all ages. 

Aquicorn Cove follows Lana, a young girl who comes back to her family's seaside town to help clean up after a storm, and soon discovers the aquicorns - seahorse-like sea creatures. And, don't worry, there will be mermaid-like creatures as well!

This one is extra special because of how cute and fluffy it is - if you're looking for a nice, comforting read, look no further! Aquicorn Cove will fill your heart and make you feel warm and fuzzy inside!

The Girl From The Sea, by Molly Knox Ostertag

The Girl From The Sea is also a graphic novel! This one follows Morgan, a 15-year-old who terribly wants to leave the island she grew up on. But everything changes when she meets a selkie called Keltie, and her desire to leave seems to lessen...

What I really loved about this one was the introduction to the mythological figure of the selkie. It's so rarely seen in modern SFF and I thought it was lovely to see it here. Not to mention, the art is super sweet and it follows that queer first-love plot-line every gay person needs to read every once in a while. Definitely recommend!

Ice Massacre, by Tiana Warner

This is the first book in a trilogy I haven't completed yet, but this first one impressed me so much, I couldn't help but recommend. It follows Meela, who lives in the fictional Polynesian island of Eriana Kwai, which has been attacked mercilessly by mermaids. As a solution, the elders send groups of young men out to sea to try and kill them, but it hasn't been going well - the men fall prey to the mermaids' songs. Now, Eriana Kwai is trying out a different strategy - sending young women, and Meela is among them. But she might not be as immune to the songs as all the other girls are...

Ice Massacre is action-packed and is perfect if you're in need of a post-Hunger Games-revival fix. Most of the story follows the girls in the boat, as the situation progressively gets more and more dangerous, and it definitely feels like reading about Katniss in the arena. Although the story does skew a little younger, I do think it's a good read, and it had me totally hooked from start to finish!

The Deep, by Rivers Solomon

This is definitely the most interesting of the mix, and the one I recommend the most! The Deep follows an underwater, mermaid-like people, descendants of enslaved African women who were thrown overboard slaver ships. Because of their painful history, they have designated someone to hold one to their collective trauma: Yetu, a young mermaid, is their historian. But this role can be more draining then it seems, and Yetu might find herself wanting something else.

The world building in this novella is just so unique! And it draws you in. The writing is very atmospheric, making you feel like you're in the ocean (and I'm super scared of deep water, so that was a weird experience lmao). Not to mention, Mx. Solomon seemlessly weaves in themes relating to slavery and the Black experience, not to mention the queer representation. It's definitely a must-read!

#book recommendations #book recs #booklr #queer books #queer reads #queer fiction #sapphic books #queer sff #sff books #fantasy books #mermaid #mermaids #books #lgbt books #tasmyn muir #the locked tomb #aquicorn cove #the girl from the sea #ice massacre #mermaids of eriana kwai #the deep #rivers solomon

[doomednarrative]

Alright. I said last night I’d write up my actual serious thoughts about the Chain Scenes in Kabuto and I will indeed deliver on that promise.

I think the biggest thing to remember when it comes to both Yaguruma and then subsequently Kageyama wearing the chains together is When It Happens, because it doesn’t happen for no reason, theres’s something specific that sets it off.

It happens not long after all of This:

it happens after Yaguruma is given the chance to take up TheBee again by Tadakoro, something that he adamently refuses to do, saying he’s found his purpose/enjoyment in living in the hell that he’s chosen for himself.

But Kageyama, who still hasn’t completely lost his faith in being heroic, in doing things on the side of Light, isn’t as keen on just giving up this chance like Yaguruma is, so he instead rushes towards it. He takes back TheBee, and it goes about as well as expected (read: he fails at it yet again.) And afterwards, when he’s laying on the ground defeated, he reaches out to Yaguruma again, the only person who still looks at him as an equal even in the aftermath of failure, and basically asks if he can fix things for him.

And the thing that kills me is in that moment, after Kageyama’s defeat with TheBee deciding he still isn’t worthy of it anymore, we see this happpen:

TheBee literally presents itself to Yaguruma again. The offer of "you can be the one to use me again, I find you worthy once more" is on the table. And he Still refuses it.

And I think what kills me with this is that TheBee here ends up saying two different things at once in this One scene, for both Kageyama and Yaguruma. To Yaguruma, watching Kageyama try out TheBee again, trying to play the hero on the side of Light, and once again failing so hard at it, it kinda ends up reaffirming what he was already believing, that the two of them are in hell and there’s no point to even Trying to play the hero, because it ends badly every time they try. They will always be failures, so why try to change it? They’ll never live up to Tendou and the others, so it’s better to stsy together in the darkness.

And yet, by the very nature of TheBee offering itself to Yaguruma again too, it’s also contradicting that entire notion. It’s basically saying to Yaguruma’s face "Are you really so set in those ideals? Are you sure you’ve really killed off that part of yourself that wants to do good?"

And it ends up being Right in that, because what does he do the very next scene??

He goes out on his own as Kickhopper not only to defend Kageyama for getting his ass beat, but also to help Kagami and Tendou to defeat a Worm together.

And it’s something he clearly doesn’t think super well of himself for doing, because while Kgaeyama is happy to see him after all is said and done, he’s clearly annoyed with both Kageyama and himself for the whole thing:

He’s starting to see that Maybe, Kageyama isn’t as wrong as he wants to think he is, and that having him around is actively challenging the ideals of darkness and hell that he was fine and comfortable being in all this time.

Which then leads us of course to The Chains:

Yeah, the chains are funny/weird as hell and quite a reaction to thinking "hm, I’m failing in my edgy ways, I need to reinforce my beliefs somehow so this drastic measure seems like it’ll help do just that." But when you actually take all the context into mind, it kinda Makes Sense why he does it (and why Kageyama then joins him, because he seeks approval and acceptance and he knows following Yaguruma’s example will get him that.)

Yaguruma’s not cool with the fact that his own supposed beliefs were being actively challenged by those around him, he doesn’t want them to be. He doesn’t want to believe in the possibility that maybe he’s still capable of being good and that it’s Worth doing so. And so he brings out the chains as a way to force his hands Away from doing Anything that might interfere with those beliefs. If he literally cannot act on things due to being bound up, then it’s a problem solved for him and one he no longer needs to worry about.

#i know kabuto is just a weird show overall and the chains are an example of these two doing shit they dont need to just because they chose #but consider: if i dont attempt to take things seriously i will actually go mad. and there Is actual character basis behind this stuff #kamen rider kabuto #yaguruma sou #kageyama shun #hellhoppers #kief watches kr kabuto

[huggybug]

i need like jealous nolan but you aren’t dating and one of the boys is flirting with you at a party and he gets mad and everyone is confused

what happened to “i don’t like moyle he’s so nasty” hmmmmm🤨🤨🤨

“He still hasn’t asked you?” Truss is just as shocked as the rest of the boys who are standing around you at the party.

“Nope” It was a long running joke that Nolan still hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend. You’d been exclusively talking for months now and were practically dating but he, for some reason, still hadn’t asked.

“Well we’ve got to fix that” Brendan grins, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from the group and towards the kitchen.

“Bren what are you doing?” You laughed as he threw his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side.

“Here” He passed you a drink and you took it without question, “Now just relax, Nolan will be here in like 2 minutes” Brendan knew that Nick saw you two walking into the kitchen and that he would tell Nolan within minutes.

“If this works, I’ll be shocked”

“Moyle’s a simple man, trust me… it’ll work” You clinked your cups together and Brendan winked at you which made you laugh again.

“Briss” You heard Nolan from behind you but you couldn’t really move to look at him.

“Hey Nolan, how’s it going?” Brendan grinned and you dropped your head, trying to hide your laughter.

“Y/n? Let’s go” You twisted around, still a little trapped under Brendan’s arm but when you finally saw him, you could tell Nolan was pissed.

“Leaving so soon?” Brendan was really selling it and you weren’t sure how much longer you could handle not laughing.

“I don’t want to go yet, we just got here” You say quickly, staying firmly planted in your spot.

“Y/n” Nolan’s voice had an edge to it, like he was warning you but you didn’t really feel like listening to him right now. You could feel a few of the other guys’ eyes on you, obviously watching the whole thing go down.

“Stop being a party pooper Moyle” Brendan was pushing every button possible and he knew it.

“Why don’t you let my fucking girl go, huh?” You almost jumped when he raised his voice and you could tell Brendan was a little shocked as well.

“She’s not your girl though is she?” The guys in the room all fell silent and all eyes went to Nolan.

“Shut the fuck up Briss” Brendan was ready to fight back but you stopped him, squeezing his hand that was still behind your back.

“That’s enough Nolan” You stared at him, daring him to say anything else. “I’m leaving, thanks for the drink Bren” You walked out of the kitchen, heading towards the front door, not bothering to check if Nolan was following which you’re sure he is.

“Y/n, wait!” He called after you and you slowed down but didn’t stop. “Hey, hold on” You felt his hand on your arm once he caught up.

“Are you proud of yourself?” You ask and he looks dumbfounded.

“What?”

“What was that back there?”

“I should be asking you that. What the hell was Briss doing with his arm around you”

“Why does it matter”

“Why does it matter?” He echoed back incredulously. “Because we’re together, aren’t we?”

“I don’t know Nolan, are we?”

“What the hell is going on?” He tan his hands through his hair, clearly frustrated.

“I mean I’m not your girlfriend so really there’s no reason for Brendan to not have his arm around me, right?” You raised an eyebrow at him, trying to fight a smile.

“You’re fucking ridiculous” Nolan shook his head. “All this because I haven’t officially asked? You’re my girl, I didn’t think I had to ask you but fine, will you be my girlfriend?” His lips quirked up into a half smile.

“Hm I don’t know, I think I should go back and talk to Bren some more” You smirk but he shakes his head, putting his arm around you and walking you away from the party.

“Nope, we’re going home”

#i got tired of writing with the current umich boys #also why am i incapable of writing blurbs #like these are so freaking long omg #nolan moyle x reader #nolan moyle imagine #nolan moyle blurb #umich hockey #blurb night

[eoinmcgonigal]

Oct 01: Paddy/Eoin

For @almost-a-class-act 's prompt: Character A tries to convince Character B that it's too early to put the Halloween decorations up OR that it's too early to get the house ready for winter.

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The greeting from the doorway is a simple, resounding: “No.”

Eoin, half thinking he shouldn’t have worn socks for clambering up on the sofa, ignores Paddy as he reaches over to try and snag the string in his hand over the hook left up from last year.

“Absolutely not.”

Biting his lip in concentration, Eoin carefully extends his weight over the bookshelf. He’s going to get it, damnit. He’ll manage, it’s just a little bit further, a little bit… there!

He turns as he slips back down onto the floor, and looks at Paddy, who is standing in the doorway and looks thoroughly but rather cutely unimpressed. He’s rumpled from his nap, a glass of water in his hand. He hasn’t yet noticed that the glass is the one with ghosts on it that Eoin pulled out of the box not half an hour ago.

“We talked about this,” Paddy reminds him.

“We talked about waiting until October,” Eoin points out. He goes over to another box, resting on the coffee table, and pulls out the next string of things. It’s all a bit tangled up, and he examines the mess of thread and wiring, felt pumpkins and cats mixed with the plastic ghosts, cats, and pumpkins of the LED lights.

“It’s way too early.”

“It’s two in the afternoon.”

“That’s not—fuck sakes!”

Paddy is looking at the glass in his hand in horror, which, Eoin thinks, is him getting into the spirit of things.

“Please,” Paddy begs, setting his drink down without taking a sip.

“Why are you so against decorating?” Eoin wonders.

“I’m not!”

Paddy is looking around in dismay, even though Eoin hasn’t begun digging all the decorations out of the boxes yet. They sit, waiting.

“It’s just… does it have to be so much?”

Stupid question. “Yes.”

“Do you think it could be… less?”

Eoin clutches the tangle of lighting and garlands tightly to him, horrified.

“At least until the fifteenth?”

That doesn’t seem like a fair compromise. “But it’s Halloween!”

“In thirty days.”

“It only happens once a year!”

“So do our birthdays, and our anniversary, but we don’t decorate a whole month in advance.”

In trying to make his point, Paddy only makes Eoin wonder why they don’t decorate a month in advance.

“Oh, no,” Paddy mutters, half taking a step back, and then fixes Eoin with a look that says he’s read his mind. “No, we’re not doing that. We’re not.”

“Why not? They’re worth celebrating.”

Paddy pinches the bridge of his nose and groans, and stands there for a very long moment. “Love, please,” he tries again, letting out a breath and meeting Eoin’s gaze. “How about I help you now, right, but we only put a few things up? Save the rest of the stuff for the fifteenth. I’ll even help you then, too.”

It’s the same compromise, but a little sweeter. Eoin hesitates, wondering how much ‘a few things’ constitutes. He’s sure he can win Paddy over if it comes to a debate. “All right,” he relents. “Help me with this?”

Paddy eyes the tangled mess in Eoin’s hand. “Leave it for later. We don’t need lights up right now.”

“But it’ll be romantic in the evenings.”

Another pause, and then Paddy’s shoulders sag in defeat. “Fine.”

Grinning at his victory, Eoin holds out the knotted string and wire, glad for help with the task.

Paddy shakes his head, moving a box so that he can sink down onto the sofa. “Bring it here.”

Delighted by the reluctant but loving willingness, Eoin goes to Paddy’s side, and determines to make the rest of the afternoon fun for them both.

War is Helloween

#sas rogue heroes #eoin mcgonigal #paddy mayne #eoin x paddy #paddon #document type: supplementary diary entry #war is helloween

[soulofapatrick]

Five Times Tommy Tries To Kiss You and the One Time he Does -Tommy Miller x Reader

Summary: Literally what the title says

Words: 5.7k

Warnings: little angst; dry humping; teasing; partial nudity; fluff

Notes: Hasn’t been proofread yet. I wanted to try this as ive done it fro teen wolf and really enjoyed it - I can do a Joel one too

Y/N’s POV

First Time: 

I know Joel and Tommy are gonna be mad that I snuck out again but Jackson was getting too much. It was too noisy; too many people and the festivities were draining so I had to get out. There’s a small area near the eastern side of town where they’re fixing the walls and I’m able to slip out without being seen or heard which is great. So much easier than having to either climb the wall or slip through the gates unheard. I haven’t been gone long, just needing a few minutes and the snow is blissful. It’s quiet and I can actually hear myself think as I crunch my way up the hill to look down upon the massive power that is Jackson. You can hear the laughter and music from here but it’s muffled by the snow. 

I sigh softly, letting myself fall back into the fluffy white paradise and look up at the sky as snowflakes falls. Snow has always been my favourite type of weather as it’s so peaceful, after the snow falls it’s like the world goes quiet and still for once. The cold against my back grounds me as it tries to seep through my jacket and jeans, grounding me and letting me know I’m alive and breathing. It’s strange how only just a mile away from Jackson I can feel the change, the silence and the loneliness. It’s a quick escape from people who have settled inside the safety of the walls of Jackson and begun a life there. 

There is definitely a life for me in Jackson but it’s not… I’m not ready for it. Having braved the outside world for years on my own after the outbreak happened means people are a difficult adjustment, having to be suddenly expected to rely on others for things like food and clothes and the lack of need for weapons unless you leave the walls of Jackson. Everyone is so open and kind but it was too much so the first month or so I retreated into my house, refusing to come out even when I ran out of food which meant Joel had to come over with  two massive bags of food. He was so stubborn, practically having to force his way inside and I’m glad he did as I’ve found trust and safety with him and Ellie as well as his younger brother - Tommy. Tommy’s always help my attention as he’s gentle and patient with me, not pushing me too far like Joel does sometimes. Joel’s very hands on and pushing when it comes to getting over fears and making me socialise whereas Tommy does it in little bits like inviting me to join him in the Tipsy Bison if he seems me around or letting me join him and whoever he’s partnered with on patrols as he knows I like being out of the walls as well. He’s also always the first person to feel my presence as if we’re drawn towards each other like magnets. 

I should have known he’d notice my absence and know exactly where I went but I didn’t think about it really and now he’s standing over me, hands in his pocket and head tilted as he looks down at me. He looks really fucking good right now, the sun catching his eyes and making them a  warm cognac colour instead of the darker russet they usually are and I can see more freckles than normal. His dark curls are shiny in the light, a few silver strands visible through them, wearing his jeans that fit his figure perfectly and those stupid cowboy boots I tease him about. He’s probably got his usual denim flannel under his fleece jean jacket and I just know it’s way too baggy for his own good, hiding his perfectly muscular figure underneath. The look on his face is warm, the corners of his plump lips curved up underneath his moustache but he doesn’t speak. He watches me for a moment longer before surprising me and laying in the snow next to me, keeping his eyes to the sky like I was but now I can’t help but watch the way his adams apple bobs when he swallows against the icy wetness below us. 

Not really sure what comes over me when I look back up at the sky and put my right hand out between us, his head is moving out the corner of my eyes and my breath hitches when his warm and calloused hand slips into mine. His cognac eyes on my face, studying me, so I speak, “When it snows it gets really quiet because snow actually absorbs sound.” I finally turn my head to meet his gaze, the smile lines visible across his sun kissed skin, “I sometimes wish it would never stop snowing.” 

“You have a beautiful mind.” He squeezes my hand and I can’t look away from where we’re joined and how right and easy it feels. His hand fits inside mine so perfectly and I want to want it but I can’t. Tommy doesn’t deserve someone as wrecked as me when he’s such a kind soul who deserves the whole world. It doesn’t mean I won’t take what he’s offering to me despite it being so selfish. He’s looking at me with admiration and an emotion that shouldn’t be directed at me so I’m looking away, feeling my cheeks flushing redder than ever but the cold masks it and it’s as if Tommy can sense my uncomfortableness as he’s speaking again, “We should probably head back before Maria kills us.” 

He’s climbing to his feet before taking my hands in his and pulling me up in one swift motion, my chest colliding with his and his face is oh so close to mine, his breath fanning across my lips but I can’t have this… he doesn’t want me, I clear my throat, “We should head back.” Stepping back and reluctantly dropping his hands, beginning trudging back to town while Tommy matches my pace with his hands in his pockets and in silence. I’ve hurt him but I don’t know how…

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Second Time: 

The next time I see Tommy is on patrol, we’re partnered together and the uncomfortableness has dissipated and Tommy’s back to cracking shitty jokes. He’s currently telling me about him and Sarah used to gang up on Joel on the rides to school and tell Joel the cringiest jokes and how happy he is that Ellie does it too. It’s made me always look out for any joke books I can find on my patrols as I like hearing him laugh, it’s full and hearty and the way he smiles is to make anyone weak. He was a little bit of a playboy before the outbreak which I can see why, who wouldn’t fall that southern charm that always surrounds him. 

We’re headed towards a small cabin not far outside of Jackson where you can sometimes find people trying to hide from the storms that sweep through here. We’ve picked up a few people who are now living happily in Jackson while others don’t trust enough to stay so they take the shelter over night before continuing on and you also get those who have no good intentions. They find this post apocalyptic world freeing as they can steal, abuse and kill without consequences which makes them even more dangerous but I’ve come across my fair share of them and am still here so I’m always willing to take my chances. 

Tommy’s ahead of me, chattering happily about something or other as we coax our horses through the freezing weather. His curls are all I can focus on as he moves his head with his words, drawing a blush from me whenever he glances back with that stupidly bright and cheeky smile. I’d be ending the conversation and turning and walking home if we were in Jackson, too embarrassed about the way my heart ached for him but I can’t exactly do that so I just scan the surroundings for anything. Something is making me feel uneasy, the hairs standing up on the back of my neck as we slow the horses to a stop not the far from the cabin just in case someone is in there. Don’t want them to steal the horses and escape before we can help them or for them to leave us stranded with no way back. 

I glance at the taller man when we jump down, he feels the uneasiness too from the way he grabs his rifle from off Cash’s saddle. I do the same, grabbing mine from where it’s sat on Indiana’s saddle, soothing my trusty stallion by petting his mane and cooing softly until he stops pacing and stamping leaving us in silence. Tommy’s got a small smile on his face when I turn back to him which I ignore, heading towards the cabin. We crest the hill for the cabin to come into view, my eyes scanning everywhere as it’s a very open area. The cabin is at the bottom of a few mountains and hills meaning it’s an easy place to trap people, hence why Maria sends patrols to check it out, Today is no different, it’s eerily quiet, the door being open, not by much but it’s open and there’s something very wrong. Tommy’s striding down the hill, eyes intently on the cabin door while I scan the surrounding again and when taking a hesitant step forwards I see it. There’s a glint of metal reflecting the sun and it’s aimed right at us and I’m acting on years of survival instinct. 

“Look out!” I snap at Tommy, racing forwards to protect him as a bullet whistles past my shoulder and embeds itself into the snow. I collide almost painfully with Tommy’s firm body, both of us tumbling the rest of the way down as the bullets keep flying as we come to a stop with me on top of Tommy. I push myself up onto my knees, finding the sniper and aiming my own rifle at him, taking a deep and steadying breath before firing. The gun flies, metal glinting as it disappears into the snow and I can hear the foot steps approaching from the right. Tommy’s opening his mouth to speak from below me but I slam a hand to his mouth, letting my rifle drop beside him to pull out my pistol instead as it’s much better for close range fights. He’s tilting his head, trying to listen but hearing nothing which I suddenly don’t either. It’s gone quiet, too quiet and I can hear Tommy’s harsh breaths below my hand, feel his whole body thrumming of energy from where I’m straddling his waist and something poking against my ass. Oh my fucking god, he’s -

A glimmer of movement from the corner of my eye erasing every impure thought of Tommy as as I turn my upper body and shoot the hunter with two very well aimed bullets landing and sinking through his chest. He stumbles back before collapsing into the snow, staining the usually pretty colour an ugly red. 

It falls silent and all I can focus on is the way Tommy’s large hands are gripping my thighs, cognac eyes a dark russet colour now and I’m removing my hand from his mouth so I slip my pistol back into its holster on my upper thigh. He’s sitting up, our chests pressing together and I can’t help but watch as his tongue darts out to wet his pretty plump lips before his eyes fall to mine. I want to stay here and kiss him senseless but we still have to check out the cabin for anyone and get back on time so Joel doesn’t worry and send out a search party for us so I’m dislodging his hands from my hips and climbing to my feet, an ache growing in my chest with every step away from Tommy. 

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Third Time:

Every Wednesday is family meal day according to Ellie so that’s where I finally catch sight of Tommy again. I’ve been avoiding him ever since the incident while on patrol. I don’t want him to get hooked on me or anything as I’m not good for someone as free spirited as Tommy. He deserves someone like Maria as they’re perfect for each other. Maria balancing out Tommy’s energetic-ness and wild thoughts with logic and calmness. They’re like ying and yang and it made me want to hate Maria for having caught such a beautiful person. Then I found out Maria did not indeed have anything going on with Tommy when I found her with another man. He’s a sweet guy, a little hopeless and no where near ready to be introduced to our family meals yet. 

Joel and I are usually the ones to cook for this but today Ellie and Dina wanted a go at it. Ellie cannot cook for the life of her, burning everything so we were reluctant but when Ellie told us Dina would be helping we agreed with the condition we can go and check on them every so often. We’re not the hovering type but I don’t think Maria would be very happy if she were to lose a house to a fire and have to rehouse us. So there’s where I currently am, sitting on the counter while Ellie and Dina move about the kitchen in their own rhythm. They’re perfect for each other and I’m happy for Ellie finding her person after everything we’ve gone through the last four years. 

“Tommy’s been eyeing you up since he arrived.” Dina suddenly states, the girls glancing at each other with knowing looks when I choke on my drink, “And that means you think the same.” 

“Why don’t you tell him you feel the same?” Ellie asks, clover eyes bright and head tilted slightly as she waits for a response. 

“Look at me, I am not the type of person he needs.” I’m admitting, shaking my head and downing the rest of the whiskey in my glass. It burns on the way down, trying to choke me but it settles in my bones all warm and loose. I’m jumping down from the counter, wanting to get away from their prying eyes and mutter out a quiet “Tommy doesn’t need me, he needs someone like Maria.” Before leaving the room, not waiting for them to respond. 

The Miller brothers are sat discussing something with bright and happy voices as I enter the room, both beaming at me. I make a beeline for Joel, leaning into his side when he wraps his arm around my waist, needing the normalcy so I don’t go into a full panic attack about Tommy and Dina’s comment. Joel’s my safe place, having been with him since the Boston QZ where him and Tess took me under their wings so when I’m feeling like I’m slipping I cling to Joel. The way he squeezes my waist reassuringly lets me know he understands, he know I’m feeling a little overwhelmed and he doesn’t end the conversation with Tommy. The younger Miller’s eyes glued to that spot where Joel’s thumb has slipped under my shirt and is rubbing soothingly against my skin. It has me flushing and Joel’s honey eyes fill with recognition, forcing me into his chair and mumbling something about helping the girls. 

Joel’s disappeared to the kitchen to make sure Ellie and Dina aren’t going to burn the house down as they’ve promised to cook dinner for us. Maria and Jesse will be joining us when they get back from their patrols so it’s just me and Tommy sat in the small dining room. He’s nursing a glass of whiskey, swirling it around the glass with a small smile on his lips. He’s stuck deep in his thoughts giving me time to admire just how fucking good he looks right now. His raven hair in soft brushed back curls with a few escaping and falling across his forehead and his sun kissed glows in the January sun streaming through the windows. He’s in a white polo, his usual fleece jean jacket hung up by the door, leaving his arms exposed and I can’t look away from the freckles adoring the bare skin and the small silvered scars catching in the light. He’s broad build, not as broad as Joel, and muscular with well defined abs that have featured in my less than innocent thoughts. 

Suddenly, he’s moving and it’s jolting me from my thoughts realising I was staring. The intoxicating mix of vanilla, burnt coffee and sandalwood invades my senses as he settles next to me, knee brushing mine and finger hooking under my chin to make me look at him. I take in the way his adams apple bobs when he swallows and noticing the lack of freckles around his neck. The small goatee and moustache framing his shiny lips perfectly. They’re curving up, smile lines appearing and I can see more of the freckles that are sprinkled across those delicate cheeks, a small crease between his eyebrows and those eyes a warm mixture of cognac and russet. He’s so close, pulling my face forwards and I can smell the whiskey on his breath. 

Every fibre in my being is telling me to get up and run away, to stop Tommy before he gets into too much but the clearing of someones throat saves me. I’m jumping up, away from Tommy, seeing Joel in the doorway and blurting out a quick, “I should help the girls.” Before scurrying off without waiting for a reply. 

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Fourth Time:

I like spending my time with the horses as they’re predictable animals, meaning I don’t have to keep my guards up. If I’m not with Joel or any of the others I’m found in the stables, taking care of these beautiful creatures. The smell of hay so sweet in air as they snicker and stamp with nothing to do but watch the world go by around them. I even helped Charlotte - the stable manager - birth one of the prettiest foals and it was breathtaking. The fact that I brought life into this world left me with a warm feeling in my chest the rest of the day and nothing could break my joy. 

Today is no different. I’ve been with Charlotte all morning in the stables, grooming the horses, helping tack them up for patrols and just passing the time with them. The foal has grown in the last week or so and is as cheeky as ever, jumping around and annoying her mother so. I’ve been left in charge to raise her and I could not be happier, especially when I get to take her and her mother out into the exercise field, sitting on the gates and just watching them prance around. Thinking of a name is difficult as the only good name I’ve come up with is Indiana which is my own dapple grey Irish Hunter who is currently throwing a tantrum in his stable as I haven’t been giving him half the attention I’m giving the foal. He’s a needy thing but I wouldn’t change him for the world, even when he’s being a spoiled brat. 

‘What to name you sweet thing,” I rub the foals nose softly as she nuzzles at me, baby teeth nipping at my trousers where I have a few sugar cubes hidden, “You got a smart nose on you.” 

“How about sugar?” That southern drawl appears to my right as I feed her a sugar cube and I’m snorting before turning my head to the side. Tommy’s grinning when I give him a look that says ‘are you serious?’, “How about Bella? Or Bailey? Or Spirit?”  I smack his arm lightly at the way he says spirit sarcastically, listing all of the most cliche names around. That knowing smirk never once leaving his lips that I find myself staring at, especially when he darts his tongue out to wet his bottom lip leaving it plump and shiny in the evening light. I have to grip the railings tightly to stop myself doing anything either of us might regret later, not wanting to lose the friendship I have with Tommy. He’s quickly come to mean a fucking lot to me, even after I promised myself to not trust anyone like that but he does something to me unexplainable and just from one look I’m like putty in his hands. 

I have to swallow, hard, to keep my voice even, tearing my eyes from his smirking lips, “I’m thinking more along the lines of Whiskey or maybe Cricket.” The second one sticks more when the way the foal jumps and stumbles, currently bothering her mother who is just trying to graze in peace. 

“I like Cricket.” Tommy speaks, fingers brushing over my hand, making me jump. His body practically thrums with electricity and want and I would like to give into it but I’ve been trying so hard to keep my distance that I instinctively jump down, putting physical space between us. Before I can move away even more his hand darting out, gripping my chin and drawing me closer, breath mingling as he murmurs, “I know you feel it too baby girl. I’ll wait as long as I have to but I want you back.” 

With that he’s gone, the ghost of his hand on my jaw seared into my skin, leaving me alone in the field and chest heaving with nothing but longing aching through me. Fuck, he makes it hard for me to stay away.

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Fifth Time:

Ellie’s dragging me inside the barn, the music almost deafening and the bustling of people makes me want to turn and run away. I’m going to stay for a little while to keep the eighteen year old happy as I’d feel like a terrible person if I were to be the one to wipe that smile off her face, her nose scrunching up as she laughs at something she hears in passing. 

Maria’s organised another party night so people of Jackson can have a day off from their work and let loose. I’ve been spending most of my time in my house, taking my name off patrols for the last week and Ellie’s had enough of it as she was partnered with a slime ball of a guy for her patrol on Friday instead of me. This was her compromise to forgive me as well as I couldn’t say no to those puppy dog eyes. So here I am, moving awkwardly on the dance floor with her, Dina and Jesse. 

They’re giggling and Jesse sweeps me into his arms, trying to get me to loosen up and it works because soon enough I’m laughing and swaying my hips in time with the music. Never did I think I’d be in a club of any sort again after the outbreak but here I am on a hot and sweaty dance floor, moving in time with the music and letting loose. Maria had to have a word with me a few weeks ago about needing to socialise with others and become more of an integrated part of society so when Ellie came pounding at my door earlier it was a good enough excuse. 

It seems like everyone in Jackson is here, the dance floor unable to be seen as it's practically wall to wall people dancing except for the booths around the edges of the room and the stage. The music is all nineteen nineties but Jesse and I are dancing, twisting, turning, holding hands as we change sides. We're all grins,  probably looking like idiots and for once I don't care. Inside we're just happy, happy and more alive than we can ever be in this post apocalyptic world. However, some subconscious part of me feels so guilty and I’m scanning the room for a set of familiarly broad shoulders or dark curls but can’t see them and the ache in my chest returns. All that joy and happiness slowly seeming from me and I’m starting to feel like every arm or body that bumps into me is searing hot and it’s too stuffy in here with too many people. 

“I-I’m sorry Jesse… I gotta-“ I don’t finish my panicked sentence, turning and trying to push my way through the masses of hot and sweaty bodies and hands grabbing and grasping. I’m itching to grab something to defend myself, body stuck between fight and flight when familiar hands settle on my waist. They draw me backwards, pressing their chest to my back and the smell of sandalwood and whiskey had me settling back against them as the fear seems to seep from me. I don’t know how Tommy does it but I don’t know why I was even panicked in the first place when he whispers in my ear, voice low and husky, “I’v got you baby girl, you’re safe with me.” 

My head falls back against his shoulder, forehead pressed to Tommy’s neck as his hands wriggle their way under my shirt to find bare skin as he saw how much it calmed me down when Joel did it at the dinner. It works because soon enough my eyes are slipping shut, only able to focus on everything Tommy as he gently sways us in time with the music. My hips press back against his, drawing a sharp sound from his lips which are suddenly latching onto the exposed skin of my neck as we grind to the music. Every instinct is yelling at me to end this before it goes anywhere but the way his tongue laps over my jugular has me weak at the knees and keening for more. I’m tilting my head further to the side to give him more access, feeling the skin blooming and bruising beneath his lips and the way his hips are pressing against mine is harsher and faster. 

I shouldn’t be doing this but the way his hands are tightening on my hips and the way he’s groaning in my ear has me staying where I am, the music drowning out any sounds, barely letting me hear his soft whimper of, “Don’t stop.” Before he his rut into my backside, stuttering and messy and he’s close, I can feel it in the way he clings to me. I shouldn’t let this happen, I shouldn’t be letting him use my body to get off , I shouldn’t be letting the obviously reciprocated feelings he has for me progress this far. Then he’s biting hard at my collarbone, a guttural sound leaving his throat as his hips jerk one last time before we’re stilling. His heads raising, eyes so dark they’re almost black but filled with want and something else that scares me, especially when his face dips closer to mine. I’m yanking myself out of his grip and running out but not before sending him a panicked, “I’m sorry.” 

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The One Time He Did

My front door flies open, stealing a yelp from me as I spin around where I’m making coffee at the counter to see Tommy. He’s in jeans and a shirt but his shirt is loose and done up haphazardly as if in a rush to get dressed. It’s very un-Tommy like but by the way he’s stalking towards me he had something else in mind, he’s caging me against the counter with his face extremely close to mine as he growls out, “You have been nothing but a tease baby girl,” His lips pressing to that soft spot just under my jaw before he continues, “Everyone has told me how much you like me yet when I try and give you an opening you run away.” 

“Y-you don’t want to be with someone like me Tommy.” I’m pushing him a step backwards, putting space between us, “I’m awkward around people, I’m a hermit and a loner with no many in the town-“ 

“Y/N!” He’s snapping, eyes hard as he holds my face in hands and makes me look at him, “I love all of you. I love that you’d rather spend your time curled up with a book. I love that you are always finding sneaky ways out of Jackson to help us cover our bases. I love how gentle you are with the horses and how much you let yourself care. I love-“

“Kiss me.” 

“Yes ma’am.” He closes the distance, one of his hands moving to my hair and pulling my head back into the kiss, swallowing the sound it draws from me. His lips are just as plump and pillowy as I imagined, the kiss soft and open as he caresses my cheekbone and his tongue licks inside my mouth. It’s better than I could have imagined, the mixture of last nights whisky and this morning’s coffee on his lips an intoxicating mix and I never want to stop kissing him. Foreheads resting together when we have to pull away for oxygen and everything seems to slot into place. It is okay to want something as you never know if it’s within reach if you don’t try and well… Tommy is willingly moving with me when I slam my lips back to his and walk him backwards to the sofa. 

A gasp falls from those pretty lips when he falls back onto the couch, a smirk appearing as he reaches forwards and grips me by my thighs, yanking me onto his lap and sliding his hand back into my hair to draw me into a hot and dirty kiss that sends sparks of electricity through my spine to my aching core. His other hand is on my ass, rolling my hips over his to create a delicious friction that has me mewling into his mouth. He’s nipping at my bottom lip, sucking on it before trailing his lips down my neck and over last the hickeys he left on my skin last night. My hands fumble with the buttons of his shirt as he creates more dark marks, a rumble in his chest when I lightly drag my nails down his abs, trying to memories every dip and scar just in case Tommy changes his mind. 

I can feel the pressure building in my core every time he guides my hips forwards, the outline of his thick length being felt through both layers of jeans. My nails rake through the visible curls of his happy trial, moving to his jeans so I pop the button while his hands are tugging at my shirt until I get the hint, lifting my arms for him to throw it across the room. His breath hitches when he realises I went braless, not seeing any need for it if I was gonna spend the day in the safety of my own home, fingers ghosting up my stomach and dark eyes flicking up to mine in silent question. 

“Ever the gentleman,” I’m practically moaning when he immediately tweaks a nipple between the rough pads of his fingers when I guide his hands up to touch. His lips close around the other, tongue swirling and my back arching into the pleasure, not having been with anyone in years. Fuck this man is talented and he knows it from the way he’s smirking up at me, eyes never leaving my face as his mouth and fingers swap, his other hand pressing my hips down even harder and drawing a low moan from me as the coil in my stomach tightens even more. 

“Y/N YOU’RE NEEDED AS COVER ON PATROL! OH MY FUCKING GOD AHHH!” Ellie comes flying into my house, freezing and quickly slapping her hands over her eyes, as Tommy presses my chest against his while his arms wrap around me to cover my modesty, “THANK FUCK THERE WILL BE NO MORE SEXUAL TENSION BUT AHHH YOU HAVE LOCKS FOR A FUCKING REASON!” Before she spins around and blindly stumbles for the door, slamming into the side of the frame and calling out an “I”M OKAY!” Then she’s gone, leaving me and Tommy alone, staring at each other until a laughter bubbles up in my chest. 

“Fucking cockblock.” I grumble, sliding off his lap to find my bra that I know I threw somewhere down here when I got home last night. It’s on the back of the arm chair and Tommy’s nimble fingers help me do it up at the back before he’s slipping his flannel on my shoulders and spinning me to face him so he can also button it up for me, a content look on his face. 

“I will be right here when you get back baby girl,” He draws me into a gentle kiss, chuckling out a quiet, “Well, I might be waiting in your bed for you actually.” 

“I like the sound of that.” I can’t stop the smile as he kisses me again, drawing me closer to him like I’ll disappear. 

“HURRY THE FUCKING FUCK UP Y/N! STOP TRYING TO EAT TOMMY’S FACE!” 

“I’m coming!” I call back, breaking away from Tommy and slipping my shoes on and grabbing my jacket. He’s standing in my living room, shirtless and jeans unbuttoned with red nail marks bright against his sun kissed skin and the tip of his dick peeking through the small gap where his zipper has slipped down, making my mouth water and that ache between my legs worse. 

Ellie of course ruins the moment by getting a firm grip on my arm and yanking me out the door, shaking her head as if disappointed which I know she isn’t and letting out a yelp when I smack her lightly after she mutters under a breath.“Bet you fucking wish you were.” 

“Shut up.” 

“You shut up.” 

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what do you think könig would be like as a dad? 😇

God… I would like to explore this more, but I wrote some things off the top of my head?? Also I don’t think König would be into having a family. He’s a solo relationship type of guy? Dad!Soap probably.

Wasn’t sure of having kids at first. Especially because he’s so scared of his kids going through things he went through. In addition to this, his job is CRAZY so if he were to start a family, he would probably need to retire/take easier jobs. (As if)

He grew up in a toxic household, his dad was very machismo, called him gay for crying, told him to suck it up, had a lot of emotional/verbal abuse from his dad while his mom would coddle him and baby him. So there’s a whole spectrum of emotions from him. (Also my König goes to therapy)

He sort of liked the idea of you two together, growing old, and dying together. (If his job would let him)

When you tell him you’re pregnant he's terrified but he remembers he really pushed through the army, after constantly being bullied in high school, he forced himself to get out there. Once he was in the army, killing people came like riding a bike— knew he needed to go to therapy, (HES SELF AWARE!) ((I love him)) so he goes to fix things from his past/his social anxiety/army related things too. He never thought of being in a healthy relationship especially with you so he feels like this is where he comes full circle, breaking trauma from his past.

He’s still numb from seeing ultrasounds you being home, it hasn’t really hit him yet. He’s set up a nursery for the lil bean but it still doesn’t feel real yet. Until he sees you in pain, and you realize you gotta go to the hospital.

Labor + delivery is CRAZY. He had to push aside his feelings because holy shit this is real, this is happening.

Sees the little bean in his hands and he’s so scared to hold them, sad that the same hands that killed many men are now holding something so pure & innocent

Is paranoid for the first time home, locking the doors and checking the windows of the house because of crazy men out there that he’s taunted + tortured. Thinks about taking Horangi on a mission with him to kill those men once and for all.

He seems relaxed with his kid. Shows him new things, tries to be as patient as he can because his dad never showed him patience.

It isn’t until terrible twos that he realizes oh shit I have a kid who is JUST like me. Impatient, wild, reckless, and can’t sit still.

He tries to get his kids into hobbies + exercise.

He’s the kind of dad that if the kid can’t sleep he’ll go and talk to them about missions he’s been on, (PG RATED) and will listen to them babble about a lot of things that make no sense

“But dad, Sonic could run fast and fast and never get tired”

“Yes”

“Just like me, I’m not even tired not even right now”

“I know that. What other character are you like?”

“I think tomorrow we can have cereal for breakfast, mom said she would get me some purple boots for outside too.”

“What? Oh okay.”

Wants to show them everything and let them try ANYTHING they want. If he’s going to be any kind of dad it’s supportive because he never had that support from his dad so he wants to be there 110% for his kids.

Is the one who wakes up the kids, makes lunches for them, does drop off and pick up with the kids, asks them about their day to make sure nothing is going on at school— because if there’s even ONE kid out of line he’s going to volunteer the very next day and scare them. (He needs to work on it.)

That’s all I really have tbh.

#ask #könig #dad!könig