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chrollohearttags · 9 months

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writing silly prompts with my OTP so you don’t have to • part one

content warning: exactly as it says, voyeurism, exhibitionism, reverse cowgirl, squirting

📝: I cannot explain this even if I wanted to. Sometimes, I have a lightbulb in my head, constantly flickering and other times, it’s nothing more than wind and baked beans up here so I need help jogging my brain muscles and reviving my creative spark. Don’t get me wrong, I love you guys’ asks and I’ll get to them, as well as the commissions, I swear but I need to get my juices flowing again 🫶🏾

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“Ahh! Shit…mmphm. Gonna make me come..”

“Go ahead, princess. Nut on this dick..better keep quiet though. You don’t want us to get caught..”

another peaceful Sunday stroll down South Beach’s Design District turned to a rather eventful outing. Of course, that was nothing out of the ordinary for the infamous couple. It wasn’t rare for the two of you to spend your very limited free time enjoying relaxing walks through the various shops in the heart of downtown..where you may have frequented your favorite stores and restaurants as a bit of routine in your very chaotic and ever changing schedules. It was the one constant that you could bet on in your hectic lives. However..as soothing as the mundane was sometimes…you both still craved that thrill. The excitement that came with doing something you had no business. That rush only grew tenfold when you considered the fact that you weren’t exactly inconspicuous..everyone in Miami and the world at this point knew EJ the Don and (y/n) (l/n). Everyone was looking for an excuse to photograph you two. So it was insane that you were so casually perched atop your man’s dick at a popular lounge on Ocean Drive; enjoying some semblance of privacy as you had rented out the rooftop area for yourselves but even so, if caught, you’d find yourselves front page on somebody’s blog. Right now, you just couldn’t be vexed to give a fuck. Instead…

“Fuck! I don’t care who sees, I just wanna keep—“

your words trailed off into a high pitched yelp as that tip poked the inner corner of your sensitive core. Being fucked up into like a jackhammer into concrete. A tattooed hand on your clothed tummy and inked fingers stroking your clit. All of this because you just had to wear..it. A regular, run of the mill sundress that you had probably gotten as part of PR from Fashion Nova or Shein a year ago and just decided to throw it on to combat this horrendous heat. And yet, it was getting your pussy pounded! Strutting around without so much as a thong on underneath, just in case the mood struck you. Of course, it didn’t take long for your husband to follow suit when saw the fat of that ass swaying from behind the clingy material and watched you bend over to retrieve something when that hem raised and that plump little cunt became visible..from there, neither of you could contain yourselves. Up and down with your legs propped onto the pool chair you went..rutting your hips in slow circular motions as you performed tricks on that dick. Smacking, wet noises filling the summer air. You were certain some attendee or waiter was lurking in the shadows, possibly jerking off or even filming you two but it didn’t even matter. Your only concern was coming all over him! That deep voice growling in your ear as he held you close to his chest and let you ride out your orgasm. Even shortly after, bending you over again so that he could see that ass moving against him. Shouting off expletives at each other..

“Give it to me! Fuck this pussy, daddy. Right there!..”

“Hold still, baby..gonna nut all in this shit!—“

before he could do so, you were already reaching a climatic high..clamping down on his shaft before springing up and spraying him with those sweet, divine juices. Groping one of your tits, Eren would cackle as he watched you come undone for him. Squirming all over the place with uncontrollable trembling from that powerful peak. You were still shooting out tiny streams of that squirt afterwards. Having been fucked so roughly with such impact but of course, it couldn’t be helped..

“Sorry, princess. You know what happens when you wear that shit around me. Can’t help myself..”

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thirdeyeblue · 9 months

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Fic Authors Self Rec!

Thank you @bronzeagepizzeria for tagging me 💖

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Did not expect this to be as difficult as it was. Also not sure I’ll feel this way in the morning, but here we are.

Anyway, some smut for you!

Bloodstream (200k)

I can’t not mention my baby 😭 For people who like very long, very smutty, emotional action/adventure fics that don’t skip smut. Even though I feel like I’ve improved a lot since writing this, I’m very proud of this story! It was my main vice for all of the happy feels and horniness that came from 300mg of Wellbutrin.

Extemporary Intimacy (28k)

A different take on the whole “virgin/asexual Ten” thing. Where the Doctor regenerates into something of a horny thing, and as a result, enlists Rose’s help to teach him about sex. And, oh yes, there is quite a bit of that 💀

For All We’re Worth (30k)

There need to be way more fics where the Doctor gives Rose her very first orgasm. This is me begging any writers who might be reading this — please write that concept. Fuck. In the meantime, here is this fic, which I hold very near and dear to my heart. Oh, and there’s truth serum. Yay!

Washed Up Together (20k)

This was my first standalone Tentoo/Rose fic 🥺 The OTP of all OTP’s. Also my first gift to my dear friend Niyati (tagged above). Love, misunderstandings, a little bit of jealousy, and lots of very graphic first time smut — my favorite thing.

The Purpose of Repose (95k)

My Ten/Martha-Ten/Rose fic that I’m always apprehensive to rec (for obvious reasons) — but to be honest, I think it’s one of the best things I’ve ever written 💀 Being that the majority of the readers are diehard TenRose shippers, I feel just comfortable enough tacking it onto this list!

If you feel inclined to participate — no pressure: @badxwolfxrising @demdifferentstories @mulderscully @aintfraidanoghosts @flamesandpages @dreamcaught @somekndofnature

And a rogue tag of an OG fave I can’t imagine will see this but wtfe @kscribbles my beloved

#doctor who #fanfiction #tenrose #tentoorose #tenth doctor #rose tyler #tentoo x rose #ten x rose #martha jones #dw fic #ao3 #smut

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dreamsinthewitchouse · 1 year

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The I in the FBI is for Idiots

Stucky X-Files AU, 0.6k, Teen This little ficlet is a present for my beloved T @otp-holic, 'cause we can't stop talking about these Special Idiots in Love™ 👽💓👽✨🛸

Happy birthday, sweetheart! 💖💖💖 I've said it before and I will keep saying it over and over again; you're amazing, your kindness and talent know no bounds, this fandom is so lucky to have you, and meeting you through our shared love for our boys has made my life so much better. 🥰💕

Special agent James Barnes watches his partner nudge aside a stack of manila folders, nearly knocking over the cold dregs of his coffee.

(Rogers drinks it black, with three or four sugars. It’s completely disgusting, yet somehow endearing.)

James closes the file he’s holding, having read the same sentence approximately twenty times in the past five minutes. Across the room Rogers leans over his desk, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes and letting out a soft and quiet fuck.

James takes off his glasses and runs a hand over his face. ”Look, I don’t think we’re getting anywhere here, and you need to sleep. We can go over it tomorrow.”

Rogers mutters something unintelligible under his breath as he pushes up from his chair and turns to rummage through the disorderly filing cabinet.

”Anyway, I need to get going, I’ve got…” James trails off, glancing at the I Want to Believe poster on the wall.

Rogers swivels around to toss a couple of folders onto his already overflowing desk, but doesn’t look at him.

”…a date,” James finishes, immediately wishing he could swallow the words back down.

”Yeah? That’s nice. Have fun.”

James thinks it comes out a bit clipped, that he sees the tiniest change in Roger’s posture, in the set of his shoulders, but he tells himself he’s imagining things.

Get a grip, and get out of here. He doesn’t care.

James clears his throat. “I’ll see you Monday, then.”

Rogers doesn’t say anything more, and James walks out of their tiny basement office, his stupid heart in his throat.

The date isn’t by far the worst James has ever been on, but it’s also the last thing he wants to be doing right now, and he’s growing more restless by the minute, fidgeting with his napkin.

He’s sipping his second glass of wine when an ice truck rolls past, and something in the back of his mind clicks into place.

The cold.

The man sitting across the table keeps talking about his sister’s kids, which really is quite of adorable, but James is barely paying attention to what he’s actually saying, already lost in the images flashing in front of his eyes; a crime scene photo showing a white van parked near one of the victim’s houses, the empty ice trays in the kitchens of the crime scenes.

Whoever is doing this likes the cold, maybe even needs it.

It can wait, it’s a long shot, he tells himself. You’re just looking for a reason to talk to him.

James tries, he really does, but by the time they’ve finished the bottle his resolve simply breaks. He excuses himself to the bathroom, only to sneak outside and punch out a text before he can reason himself out of it.

I think I figured out something about the case. Call me when you can.

He draws in a deep lungful of the crisp November air and leans his head back against the wall. He’s barely slid the phone into his pocket before it vibrates, sending a jolt through his system. James answers it, his hands suddenly so sweaty he’s in serious danger of dropping the whole thing.

“Talk to me,” Rogers says, his voice soft and intense in a way James feels down to his bones.

(That, however, is nothing compared to how he feels later on, leaning over the same desk, their heads bent close together, Roger’s eyes wide and bright with excitement.

This is it, Barnes. You’re amazing, he says, and James bites into the inside of his lip hard enough to draw blood.)

#happy birthday t 💛💛💛💛💛💛#you're the best and i love you 💓💓💓#stucky #stucky fic #my fics #special idiots in love™

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topsyturvy-turtely · 1 year

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OTP challenge - day 14

IT IS BACK YOU GUYS!!! I am bringing it back! ✨turtely's otp challenge✨

please someone tell me they are excited- i need that, lol.

I had the BIGGEST writer's block ever: didn't come up with an idea for mOnThs and when I finally did have one I was like "idk how to wriiiiite that" but today I was like *slams table* yk what?! Fuck that! I am bringing it back! Soooo yeah. Here we go? please lmk what you think!

Btw it is a bit (a lot) different then my other stories sooo bear with me yeah?

[Link to day 13]

14. Geeking out over something

Blue vs. red. Grunts vs. robotic breathing. Good vs. bad. Two lighsabers meet, trying to push the other away. Two male counterparts, fighting for what they think is the right way, which looks decidedly different from each view.

Suddenly - the taller, darker haired, with the black mask - strikes and-

"AAAAAAHHH", the shorter, blonder, with perspiration in his shaggy hair - cries in agony. His hand has been separated from his arm. (Or was he just hiding it in is sleeve?) The boy steps back, covering his injured arm under the healthy one. His weapon is lost. The dark guy steps closer and the blond is trapped on a small part of the treehouse platform.

The other boy man speaks up, "There is no escape. Don’t make me destroy you. You do not yet realize your importance. You have only begun to discover your power. Join me and I will complete your training. With our combined strength, we can end this destructive conflict and bring order to the galaxy."

But the blond boy - even with no escape in sight, even being greatly injured - refuses. Brave soldier until the bitter end, he counters, "I’ll never join you!"

But the masked one does not give up, "If you only knew the power of the dark side. Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father."

Desperately holding onto the tree branch the metal construct the blond boy speaks through gritted teath, "He told me enough! It was you who killed him." Perhaps you would see a sad smile behind the mask as his friend enemy speaks. "No. I am your father."

Shocked, the blond stares at his counterpart. Refusing to believe even one word, he yells, "No. No. That’s not true! That’s impossible!"

The taller argues in his deep voice, "Search your feelings. You know it to be true."

But the smaller won't believe. "No! No! No!"

 "Luke. You can destroy the Emperor. He has foreseen this. It is your destiny. Join me, and together we can rule the galaxy as father and son. Come with me. It is the only way." He puts away his sword, and offers his hand to the shorter boy man.

The injured breathes deeply, indescribable but pronounced tranquility waving over him. He looks over the edge, looks back at the masked man and-

He jumps off, landing safely in a trampoline underneath, falling into the endlessness of the galaxy.

The taller boy rips his mask off and reveals messy dark curls. With one jump he follows the blond boy and lands next to him on the trampoline. The shorter boy giggles and turns around on his belly. His face prepped on his palm, blue eyes sparkling as he looks at his friend. The dark haired boy grins widely and lays onto his back, with one arm under his head. "Nice acting there, Martin"

The blond laughs, "Yours was pretty good too, Ben"

Ben, the taller, dark-haired boy, grabs his own hand and imitates the shout of pain from the act, that appeared minutes before, "AAAAAHHHH!"

The blond - Martin - playfully nudges Ben's shoulder with his hand. "Oh, shut up!"

The dark haired boy smiles at him. Then his face turns serious, "Join me when I go to acting school, after high school."

"We could be Holmes and Watson", Martin grins.

Ben grabs Martin's hand, "Whatever happens you'll forever be the Holmes to my Watson."

But as soon as he says that, Martin has to visibly fight a laugh back.

"What? What is it?"

"It's just-", now Martin can't help laughing. "Have you looked at yourself?! You definitely got the looks for a genius. You- with your cheekbones..."

"My cheekbones?!"

"Yeah! And the dark hair and all that." Martin waves generally at Ben's face. "Gotta be you."

Ben considers that. Then he shrugs. "Alright. As long as it is us."

"Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.", Martin says with a gentle smile, squeezing Ben's hand.

"John Watson and Sherlock Holmes.", Ben replies.

"Yeah, could work." Martin grins.

"BBC is gonna love us." Ben says, a dreamy expression on his face.

"Everyone is gonna love us." Martin says, shrugging, completely unaware how true these words will be.

~The story about how Freebatch turned into Johnlock because of Star Wars.

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(tags and info under the cut)

sooo yeah I guess that was a multi crossover? Ever looked for a "young Freebatch geeking out over Star Wars and then talking about becoming Johnlock"-fanfic? Well there you go! xDD This was my first freebatch fic ever (I don't usually write or read that because I think the actors deserve some privacy...) and probably my last so don't hate please :P

The dialogue (the one written in italics) is taken from the Star Wars, The Empire Strikes Back movie. Check out my Source.

All I've got left to say is: Thank you for sticking with me and reading, my lovely turtles!

tag list! (please tell me if you wanna be added/removed or if i forgot you!) @justanobsessedpan @helloliriels @boredsushi @fluffbyday-smutbynight @inevitably-johnlocked @hisfavouritejumper @rhasima @forfucksakejohn @ohlooktheresabee @turbulenttrouble @7arantellgrrl @ssmeowl123 @so-youre-unattached-like-me @totallysilvergirl @peanitbear @train-mossman @loki-lock @smulderscobie @timberva @grace-in-the-wilderness @chinike @pansherlock @the-smol-bean-libby-blog @jawnn-watson @whatnext2020 @escapingthereality @missdeliadili @kettykika78 @musingsofmyown @7-percent @speedymoviesbyscience @astudyin221b @francj15 @almosttinycowboy @ladylindaaa @we-r-loonies @mxster-jocale @sherlockcorner @noahspector @our-stars-graveside @jobooksncoffee

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simon-x-billy · 8 months

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Simon x Billy

Year of the OTP: August

August Prompt: AU of my choice

AN: I think this might be my favorite chapter, even though it’s a shorty. I dunno, they’re just so frickin adorbs (in my mind at least). It also occurred to me that my chapters don’t have to be 9K words long. I really only needed 3K about what happens next. TW: Very mild sexytimes coming in at a tame 😈 1 horny purple demon on the smut-o-meter. But it is boy+boy, so if mm fiction offends, then please be aware that this is mm fiction. Masterlist || ao3 || Prev || Next

Chapter 8: So that happened…

————/Simon/————

The bed just shifted, which is weird. I open one eye just the tiniest little bit.

Holy crap, it’s Billy, there he is. Look at him. My God, how can he be even hotter today? Maybe cuz today I know what he looks like when he-

I groan, and then freeze. His fingers twitch. Shit, did I wake him up? ‘Please God, don’t let this be weird, please don’t let it be weird, please don’t let it be weird,’ I repeat over and over in my head like a mantra, til I see his eyes flutter open.

We stare at each other. Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck, did we fuck everything up? I don’t want to go back to not knowing this man. That would be tragic. And it would suck, too. I need to prevent that. I slide my hand toward him slowly, stopping about half way, and wait to see what he’ll do. It’s tentative. And also the most terrifying seconds I think I’ve ever lived.

Billy quickly and calmly reaches out for my hand. I think I might pass out from relief.

“Shut up and come ‘ere, Lewis. Yer thinkin too loud.”

He calls me Lewis and bosses me around with that sleep-roughened voice, and my morning semi is now solid wood. I think I might’ve just gotten…moist.

“I think you might’ve just discovered a new kink,” he observes.

“So what if I have?” I reply, shifting closer. As directed.

“I’d accommodate it. If I had to. It’s a hardship, I know, but I’m thinkin you’ll be worth it.”

How does he just bust out with something all suave like that? Oh my god. Billy’s suave. I can’t believe I just got to use that word in a sentence. In my head.

“Billy. Stop being funny. You’re no good at it.”

“No?” he yawns, as he stretches.

“Are we teasing each other?” I tease. “Is that what this is? Do you feel teased?”

He gives me a drowsy grin. “Titillated.”

I grin back. How is he so good at this?

I let my eyes run over his chest and down his long, lean form, and bust out laughing when I realize the shape we left him in last night. His head and one arm are still wearing his t-shirt. One leg’s naked, except for his sock. The other is missing a sock, and his jeans are still hanging off his ankle. He’s in the exact position he fell asleep in. Never moved. Just conked out and now here he is lying next to me, looking all…magnetic. I’m in trouble. So much trouble.

I flash back to last night and my impatience to get at his skin. How I practically mauled the man like a rabid bear. At least I was a sexy rabid bear. Roar. And hot damn, it just occurred to me how much I liked seeing him not 100% in control all the time.

He watches me in amusement. I amuse him. His entire face does that twinkling thing.

Time to see what those jade eyes really look like, up close in the daylight. Oh man, it’s like looking at the sun with those things. I can’t see them anymore, cuz they’ve narrowed to slits.

“Lookin for something, Simon?”

I’m laying with my nose barely an inch from his.

Until he flips us, holding me to the bed with his palm against my chest, and looms over me. Somewhere between there and here, his bits of clothing came off. Which is good. Very good.

He’s got the most wicked look on his face, and I realize I want to wipe it off with a range of body parts. Leave him panting, begging for more.

“If you can make me want to beg, I promise, I’ll beg.” It’s like he’s found purring-cat in his vocal range, and it’s making my cock drip onto my stomach. I can feel it.

Oh God, he’s coming in for the kiss. I’m holding my breath, because kissing? That’s……….kissing. That’s different.

No? No. He continues right past me, with his forehead pressed to the pillow beside my head. His ear is just barely touching mine. Like a soft rustling and a slide like suede. Ears? Ears are weird.

I don’t know why I’m relieved that he didn’t go in for the kiss. That would have made all this a little too real. And this does not get tagged real. Nope, this gets tagged escapist fantasy.

At the club, he’d grabbed me and held me against him, and now he’s holding me against him again. His entire body is pressed to mine, and he’s dragging his cheek across my jaw. The stubble is…..it’s crazy how much I like it. My breath escapes me as he presses his hips against mine.

Let’s go a little faster, Delaney. I kick his feet apart, slide a foot between them, and pull him by the ass in two handfuls, hitching him up my leg. He laughs and all, but fuck, he’s hard for me. And he’s left a smear of precome up my leg. It trips my breath.

I get a growl in return. It abruptly gets louder when I pull him tighter against me and roll. Holy fuck, what a rush. He drags in a swift, hard breath. And he no longer needs me pulling at him to get him to grind against me as hard as feels good. I feel a rumble come from my chest.

“All right?” he murmurs. His eyes can’t seem to stop focusing on my mouth. God, I’m tempted. “Hm?” he hums into my ear, then shivers when I send my fingertips smoothing up his spine and down again. Miles of warm skin beneath my fingers.

Oh, god. He’s just…..and….cuz fuck that feels good. Repositioned legs, cock against cock, and he’s rhythmically rubbing one off on me. All lined up, sliding against each other. “Why does that feel so good?”

He doesn’t bother answering. He just moans, all high and breathy, voice almost a whisper every time the heads glide past each other.

I spread my hands over his flexing shoulders and send them searching his bare skin for every movement, every shifting of muscles as he holds himself over me, and his breathing grows hoarse. I’m not used to hearing a male voice making sounds like this.

“Simonnnnnn. God, I’m actually close . Could come just frommmmmhhm this. You close?” He slides a hand under my ass to get the angle he wants from me.

I grunt and I grate out, “I’ve been ready since last night.”

His voice shudders and he’s got me locked to him. He’s got torque behind that grind and I fucking love it, his hardness against mine.

“I’ve got you close, too, haven’t I,” he rumbles low in my ear. “So close. Just from thi- sssss- nnnhhhhhhhh.”

Not close enough. My hips pick up speed, and I put some finesse in the roll as the heads pass each other. I can feel him suck in air. That simple change is enough to make him gasp, shudder. He mewls and convulses, grunts and convulses. I watch, fascinated, as I push him over the edge.

Oh God. Billy Delaney’s come face is epic. The expression. The stuttering breath, the slightest bit of voice with each ragged gasp. The sounds I’m pulling from him, I’m - unghhhh , and now there’s that slippery slide. God I love it, the feeling of heat glowing in my extremities, racing toward my center. And the center of everything is my cock. “Ssssso ready, pllllllleeeeasemmmmfff.” My breath stutters to a stop and-

“FffffffffUCK!” I’m shocked by the force of it when I come. His hips keep moving steadily through it all, til we’re both overstimulated. Just grinding and we’re this explosive together? A drop of perspiration falls from his chin to mine, and he’s breathing each gasp with me. “Fuck,” I whisper. I have no voice.

He nuzzles me, and I feel him whisper, “Yeah,” across my mouth. It would be so easy to kiss him. I think I might want to. My mouth certainly wants to.

Too late. Billy’s saying, “Aw, man, that’s uncomfortable,” after shifting his weight.

It dawns on me that I’ve just blown my load without even touching my dick, like I’m back in middle school. “That was awesome,” I state the obvious. “But this is not. Oh god, that feels really gross, actually. I think you blew your load directly into my pubes.”

“I think I might have done.” He looks down. “Yep. We’ll soon be glued together by the short hairs, the longer it cools.”

“Great imagery, Billy. Way to kill the mood.”

“Right?” he agrees.

Suddenly I feel a little shaky. Like everything is just a little off. My balance, my brain. “I just rubbed one off on you,” I say, thoughtfully. He looks up, apprehension stealing onto that beautiful face.

“And I liked it.”

————/Billy/————

Oh thank you, Jesus. Thought he was about ready to shrink in on himself with recriminations. But no. Simon Lewis liked it.

“Yes. Good, yes. Good,” is all my poor excuse for a mouth is able to spit out. It’s the enormity of the realization I’ve just had: I quite enjoy coating Simon Lewis in come. “I liked it, too,” I add, just so there’s no confusion on that point.

“Shower?” My voice sounds small to me.

“Yeah. You first,” he says.

“Ah go on.”

“Ok.” The melonfucker looks at me with an impish grin and stands. I’m transfixed, staring at his cock where it glistens against his sac and the hair there.

“My eyes are up here, sailor,” he teases. I feel teased.

“Sailor, eh? I like the sound of that. Far better than Beelee, so please call me sailor, henceforth and forever more. Every time you see me, it’ll be sailor, yeah? Ok.” I aim my most fetching smile at him. My aim is true, and he blushes a little. If he’s like me, he’s caught up picturing all those times in future he’ll be calling me sailor.

Bare as the cock is long, he leaves for the bath, and I get an eye-full of Simon Lewis’s arse. I get a slight pinching in my gut that says, ‘Hallo, mate. Ready for round two?’

I hope he’s not regretting it. I was going to end that thought with “already.” But I don’t want him regretting it at all, ever. Never.

I don’t regret it.

And I don’t think I will.

“Hurry up in there, Lewis, it’s my turn. Then get on the bed. You’re making me wait. Delayed gratification is one thing, but I’m ready. Hope you are.”

“For what?” he calls from the shower, laughing.

“For me.”

————/Simon/————

“What the hell , man. Did we just- Did all that actually just happen?” Billy asks, with his eyes on the road.

“Right?” I splutter.

Oh god, it’s an uncomfortable silence. I hate those.

“I mean,” I begin, cuz I think this is important to clarify. “It’s gonna happen again, though, right?”

“Fuck yes,” he says before I’ve even finished my sentence.

“Oh thank god,” rushes out of me. I feel like I can breathe again. And I feel like me again. Rather than evil freaked out anxiety me. I can be regular me again, and drown evil freaked out anxiety me in the Medi/Tyrrhenian sea. I hate chibi me. He sucks. And he respawns. Eventually, he always does.

“Again, like….. today?” I ask hopefully.

“Soon,” he says solemnly, nodding his head. “ Soon .” He starts tapping the arm rest. “There isn’t even anywhere to pull over!”

“That soon? I am fully onboard with that. Just saying.” Oh, hey! “Scenic overlook! Scenic overlook!”

The scenic overlook would be about big enough for two Mini Coopers. We swerve out onto the little strip of cement.

As promised, it is overlooking scenery. But I’m not really thinking about anything other than crawling over the arm rest.

Billy’s already breathing heavy, pawing at my ass to try and help me over, but my ass honks the horn and my knee- I’m grunting for unsexy reasons, and suddenly I think I might be stuck. And that’s when a little Vespa toodles in and pulls up right next to my window. Because of course it does.

Only in Italy #8: I tried to mount Billy in a tiny clown car. Then a tiny clown motorcycle cockblocked us.

That is not funny. It’s truth. But what is funny is the spectacle of me trying to untangle my limbs without kneeing anyone in the nuts and without unintentional ass-honking.

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azurezfiction · 1 year

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Character ask :

Javi

Katherine Hillard

Billy

Chip Thorn

send me a character and i’ll list: @sentinelofstories

Javi Garcia

favorite thing about them: His aesthetic, his love of music, relationship with his sister. The fact he always has her back, and is always there for her. His genuine good nature with people and down to earth attitude.

least favorite thing about them: Really wish Mr Garcia would lay off of him or at least Javi standing up to him.

favorite line: Not so much aline but Javi taking a moment to realise that Izzy and Fern are together.

brOTP: Javi with Zayto, Amelia, and Izzy

OTP: I don’t really have one for him?

nOTP: Javi being sad.

random headcanon: Javi is incredibly flexible. Like flexible enough to make Yoga masters jealous.

unpopular opinion: I don’t really have one for him?

song i associate with them: N/A

favorite picture of them: N/A

send me a character and i’ll list:

Katherine Hillard

favorite thing about them: The fact that despite that she was evil, Katherine managed to hold her up high and work towards a better future, she never wallowed or despaired after joining the ranger. And worked on herself to become better.

least favorite thing about them: Wish she got to showcase her dancing and diving stuff more.

favorite line: Her telling off Jenny back in Turbo. That was excellent!

brOTP: Katherine and Tanya.

OTP: Katherine x Billy

nOTP: Katherine x Jason, Katherine x Tommy

random headcanon: Katherine does eventually become a dance teacher once she grows older and opens up her own dancing school for young girls. Many of which open in Australia and Angel Grove.

unpopular opinion: She shouldn’t have gotten with Tommy, nothing against her but the way the relationship started and written was… not the greatest.

song i associate with them: N/A

favorite picture of them: N/A

send me a character and i’ll list:

Billy Cranston

favorite thing about them: He’s so adorkable? And the fact he understands the morphin grid, working to help his team and protect the earth. I like the fact he immediately jumps onto something without even needing prompting, and does whats need to ensure victory.

least favorite thing about them: LET. HIM. BE. CONFIDENT.

favorite line: Him passing the torch to Tanya. It’s just so… *Billy*.

brOTP: Billy x Trini, BIlly x Kimberly, Billy x Jason.

OTP: Billy x Katherine

nOTP: N/A?

random headcanon: Billy does take long walks to help cool himself off, and clear his head when he stumbles

unpopular opinion: I’m fine with him not being a Gold Zeo?

song i associate with them: n/a

favorite picture of them: n/a

send me a character and i’ll list:

Chip Thorn

favorite thing about them: His optimism, and his hope. He’s essentially the bright light of the team that keeps them moving forward.

least favorite thing about them: Could tone down the energy a bit? I can understand why people do find him obnoxious but he’s a lovable guy.

favorite line: N/A

brOTP: Chip and Daggeron, Chip and Xander

OTP: Chip x Vida

nOTP: N/A

random headcanon: Chip ends up going into the healthcare sector working as a surgeon or as a nurse.

unpopular opinion: He and Vida should have gotten together before the end of Mystic Force.

song i associate with them: n/a

favorite picture of them: n/a

#sentinelofstories #Katherine Hillard #Billy Cranston #Power Rangers Dino Fury #Power Rangers Cosmic Fury #Power Rangers Mystic Force #Javi Garcia #Chip Thorn #ask answered

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narcissa-black-supermacy · 2 years

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58. Who’s more likely to hold a grudge after an argument?

for Prongsfoot, if you don't mind :)

hmmm I feel like James is the type to get offended and hurt, but he won’t hold a grudge. Sirius on the other hand, brushes things off easier, but if he feels like he’s right about something, he will hold that drudge on a leash if needed.

Send me an OTP question from the list and a ship and I’ll respond with a drabble.

James sits in place, watching the plate of untouched roast beef at the centre of the table. It’s gone completely cold by now, no sign of the waves of steam rising off of it that have been there when it’s just been placed on the table.

He pushes the glasses up into his hair and runs his hands over his face, pausing to press them against his eyes as he heaves out a long sigh. The day has started out so well, and he has no idea how they ended up here.

He knows that logically and ideally, Sirius is best to be left alone in these situations, on his own to fume over his grudges and offences, let them boil over until the waters calm down and get back down. But the glint of hurt in Sirius’ eyes as he snarled angrily and stormed off keeps playing in his mind on repeat, even hours later now that he’s gotten back home, only to go ahead and lock himself up in his room. Their room, technically, but that is not important at the moment.

James breathes out through tightly pressed lips, blinks, shakes his head once to drop the glasses back onto his nose, and pushes himself up from the table.

He finds that the door is unlocked when he approaches it, but he knocks nonetheless. “Can I come in?”

“No.” Comes Sirius’ gruff, stubborn reply.

James sighs. “I’m coming in.” He waits for another moment, and when he meets no further protest from the other side, he pushes the door open and steps inside. He slowly makes his way over to the bed, where Sirius is lying on his side with his back to James, staring out of the window.

“Pads,” he tries, gently, and tugs on the hem of the other’s jumper, but it elicits no answer out of the other. “Why don’t you stop sulking so we can talk and eat that roast beef?”

“Why don’t you sod off?” Sirius growls in return.

James lets out a low groan. He flops down on the mattress next to him, facing the ceiling, and folds his arms behind his head. His hands are itching to reach out and close the distance between them to pull the other into a hug, but he knows better than to put pressure on him like that.

“I’m sorry.” He tells the dimly lit lamp above them. “I didn’t mean to.. I know how you get about these things.”

“Oh, yeah?” Sirius snaps sharply, abruptly rolling over to glare at him over his shoulder. “How do I get about these things, James? Please enlighten me.”

James frowns. Sirius is glaring at him, eyes narrow and body tense, like he’s expecting an attack. Still, after all these years, he is still expecting some kind of catch, some sort of punch line. “It makes you upset.” James replies slowly, holding his gaze. “I hate it when you’re upset. I never want to make you feel like that.”

Sirius’ expression falters. He looks surprised for a moment, then the angry glint in his eyes is back and he rolls back to his side with a half-heartedly muttered “fuck off” that he shoves at James’ chest with his hand.

James counts to ten in his head (he almost makes it to ten, but that’s better than nothing, he gets points for trying), then crawls closer and pushes his head forcefully between Sirius’ arm and his side. His own arm comes around him to squeeze around his torso, pulling him closer.

“Can you please come out now so we can eat together?”

Sirius pulls his shoulder up in a shrug, the material of his jumper brushing against James’ hair as he does so. “I’m not hungry.” he mumbles.

“But I am.”

“Then eat.”

“I don’t want to eat without you.”

“I’m not hungry.” Sirius repeats, stubbornly.

James pauses for a moment before he speaks up again. “Then just sit next to me while I eat,” he asks, quietly, “please?”

He feels Sirius exhale slowly, and he knows that he’s won. “Okay.” The other gives in at last.

James grins widely and pushes further past Sirius’ arms into his personal space, tackling him down to the mattress to plant a big, wet kiss on his face. Sirius does not have energy left in him to resist him or to hold in his laughter when he rolls onto his back, allowing James to shower him with kisses.

#my writing #prongsfoot #starbucks #james/sirius #sirius/james #sirius x james #james x sirius #marauders fic #james potter #sirius black

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medic-simp · 11 months

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𝒮𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎 - Silco Fluff Short

Silco x GN!Reader Year of the OTP Event; June Prompts “Downpour” and “Soulmate AU”

Rating: General Audiences || WC: 846 Content Warnings: Silco has a ‘lil ‘ol mood swing, pre-marital hand-holding!!

Context: It came to you in dreams, it came to you in every thought, it came to you in your goddamn alphabet soup! A name... hey, that name... that's the guy that signs your paychecks. This could be problematic.

@yearoftheotpevent

Cover made with Canva.

Silco. That was your soulmate. A name that never left your mind since… oh… five days ago? And quite the five days it’s been, considering he is your boss. How does one go about explaining to their boss, the drug lord of the undercity, feared and intimidating industrialist, petrifying kingpin, that they are destined to be together?

Here’s how: “Hey boss, this is really crazy and weird and I’m sure you know about it and neither of us want to talk about it, but apparently we’re soulmates! Yay!”

That’s how it should go, and that’s how it went in your mind, except the five days of silence, during which neither of you commented on the epiphany, ended with Silco’s confrontation rather than yours, and it started out incredibly underwhelming. The mood he set had you feeling like a soggy loaf of bread lying in a puddle of drainwater. That’s basically what you were, standing out in the pouring rain and all.

Perhaps underwhelming isn’t a good way to describe it all. The situation was… unique. Very wet circumstances, a complete cluster of torrential rain, a downpour you had never seen before, and a Silco you had never seen before. The man stood before you like a wet cat, rain falling onto and ruining his perfect crown of hair. It was a little sad to watch, and very surreal as well. To see him squinting against the rain, brushing his soaked hair back with soaked hands, not giving a damn that his surely expensive shirt, vest, coat, boots, everything were all wet, was… uncharacteristic.

“You weren’t what I expected.”

That was what he said. Your heart dropped. Shit. He did know. It wasn’t in your head. It wasn’t in your head! You should have been ecstatic! You got the honor of having a soulmate! But you were unsure about it being much of an honor considering how irked Silco seemed. His brows were furrowed, arms crossed, shoulders squared, jaw set, and you couldn’t tell if it was anger, annoyance, or confusion swimming in those heterochromatic eyes. Perhaps both.

“I wasn’t expecting you either, sir, but maybe we can at least try to get on well before you toss the possibility.”

It took more strength than you cared to admit to muster up that sentence; talking back to the Eye of Zaun in the middle of the sidewalk in the pouring rain turned out to be difficult work.

However, it was at that point that Silco’s hard poker face broke, and he finally cracked a small smile.

“Have you ever heard of a surprise party?” he asked.

“Sorry?”

“A surprise party, surely something of the like if you know anything about my daughter.”

You didn’t speak, only looked at the man with an unparalleled degree of complete and utter confusion.

Silco continued on, suddenly appearing in an unusually chipper mood. You, however, were dragging behind him on the mood swing, still stuck on that previous dread of rejection by the one you’re literally destined for.

“Surprise parties are unexpected but generally positive.”

“No, sir,” you started, feeling a little queasy with the fact that you spoke the word “no” to Silco of all people. “I know what a surprise party is, I’m simply not following the purpose of such a topic change.” It was the nicest way you could tell him, What happened to the conversation about our little soulmate predicament!?

“Not quite a topic change per se, I’m only reassuring you.” Oh. Reassuring sounds like a good thing. You let him cook.

“I’ll say it once again: surprise parties are unexpected but generally positive, a pleasant surprise.” Silco’s sodden hands folded behind his back while he squinted against the rain, an amused smirk gracing his thin lips.

“Five days ago was certainly a surprise, a mix of emotions.” Silco paused and looked around, his eyes landing on a nearby awning and taking you towards it, finding shelter from the increasing storm around you.

“I’m not one for destinies or other superstitions like that, I’ve always made my own choices. But you’ve worked for me–with me–long enough and I’m just an old ass with nothing to lose if I try this soulmate business.”

Hearing those words your face lit up, breaking into a smile. You weren’t sure what to do with your anxious body so you stood there twiddling your wet thumbs, watching Silco’s face for any give away that he was joking. He wasn’t. Still a little too stunned to speak and not wanting to interrupt him if he was to speak more, you just grinned at the man. There was a moment of silence between you, only the hard patter of the rain above you.

Silco was the first to speak again. “We’ll talk more about this when we’re all dry,” he hummed, holding out his hand to lead you back into the water torrent. You took it, and cherished the feeling of his rough hand cradling your own.

“Let’s go back to the Drop before this,” Silco gestures to the downpour, “shifts to acid rain.”

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razs-archetype · 2 years

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aiden. tell the world about him

THANKYOU BIRDIE.

Oh my god this turned out super long too . Oops!! Putting this under read more as well

Favorite thing about him?

Oh what to choose

-I enjoy picking apart antagonistic characters, and this one was a fun one.

-I like how he acts in episode 5. He’s a pretty decent villain! I enjoyed putting together barely existing pieces and blaming his shift of. Slightly normal to dominating and controlling his little group on jealousy and guilt from kicking lukas out. And his need to regain control over not only Maya and Gill but himself which causes him to put up wall after wall of anger

-only for it to finally crack and crash during the fight scene in chapter 5. Have I talked about the fight scene? It’s so incredibly good. How Aiden projects his problems onto Jesse. How he still manages to hold his own, only for a bit. How he looks at you like the most pathetic wet dog just showed up on your doorstep. How he forgets how to swim if you kick him off.

-he’s great Lmao.

Least favorite thing about him?

Upsettingly, I will admit he’s rather annoying in episode one. And in general, typically if you cannot find something to relate with him he can just sort of feel like an annoying, single sided, reoccurring antagonist.

And I mean, in theory and practice that’s what he is. But where’s the fun in taking canon as just that. What’s exactly stated in the game. Reading between the lines is half the fun of mcsm I think.

Coming up with your own varied perspectives on characters depending on how you play and respond to the world presented to you is a part of the charm in playing most games

Tl;dr aiden s pretty annoying in episode 1 and I don’t think episode one properly delves into his character. But also like. I honestly don’t think they expected to bring him back ever at this point past the end of chapter 4 cameo so I don’t blame him for being that way.

Favorite line?

Anything from th fight

Also most of his dialogue in episode 1 is just . Extremely funny to me.

BrOTP

Said it for lukas and I’ll say it again. I think anything including the old ocelots bonding together again. Slowly healing, maybe not ever becoming as close knit as before. But closing that gap some

It’s wonderful.

OTP

Twirls hair. I am an Aiden/Cassie shipper. There are reasons for this but i don’t want this post to be like. 2000 words (/j)

nOTP

Also stated on the lukas one I did.

Lukas/Aiden.

While I think it’s highly possible Aiden had a small crush on lukas, I don’t think it’s ever going anywhere. And I think he effectively crushed it (hah) when he kicked Lukas out of the old ocelots (and then turned it into the blaze rods)

Not only that but I think they work better as rivals/friends if anything. They play off each other nicely, yes. But I don’t think any serious relationship would even be possible until Aiden gets his shit together and his problems ironed out.

I can genuinely only see it spiral into a constant fight for control over the relationship, where Aiden slowly withdraws and withdraws until he starts a fight that properly ends it. Whether he’s fighting with words or fists. Who knows.

And postgame, I think even a new friendship between the two starts rocky at best. They’re both used to having some control over the other, and now neither is willing to give any.

Aiden was preventing Lukas from growing as a character. And now that he [Lukas] left. They can both grow and change, for better or for worse.

This is kinda why I like Cassie/Aiden. Theyre both struggling with strikingly similar problems, albeit handled in different ways and spawned from far different things. They push each other in a better direction just by playing off each other naturally. They also make each other worse but! Gotta get worse before you get better.

Random headcanon.

He likes to embroider. And sew. And write. Things that keep his hands (and mind) busy are good. When he can’t do any of that he’ll train.

And he’ll craft obsessively too. Part of those new blaze rod patterns was spawned from spite, the emotions that fueled it was anger. Anger created from guilt and fear shoved away and bottled up.

Unpopular opinion.

I think Aiden could be redeemable. Forgiven for his actions? I think it depends on your views.

But I think he’s redeemable.

SongS I associate him with.

Dam, Damn

“Eight”

(If you agree with my aiden thoughts at all. PLEASE listen to Eight - sleeping at last. Please it’s an incredible aiden song. Especially if u pair it w/ aiden/anyone or aiden & anyone.

Favorite picture of him.

This bit

#mcsm #aiden mcsm #mcsm aiden #clover talks #ask game

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woundedheartwithin · 1 year

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Directors cut!

Wow this was harder than I thought it’d be! Sorry it took so long lol

Since there’s no specific fic requested here, I decided to ramble a bit about Like Static because that’s my most recently posted fic and it’s just very special to me to begin with. It’s the first Judgment fic I wrote and it’s one I go back to and read often, and I could honestly talk about it all day. I’ll just talk about the very first part because I’ve been dying to talk about it but nobody has asked lmao. If anyone wants to ask about another specific part of this fic in particular, please feel free!

More under the cut

I’ve talked at length in the past of how I don’t think folks play up the severity of Yagami’s injuries at the end of Judgment, including the game itself (even though they did an excellent job of not ignoring it with the first person section and all the hallucinations, I just wish there was some end game acknowledgment), and this fic was the very first manifestation of that. I wrote this literally directly after I finished the main story, like literally put my controller down on the end game summary page and wrote the first part right then

I really wanted to explore head trauma in general and how fuzzy and disoriented you feel after getting knocked in the head real hard, and I wanted to do that from the perspective of someone with repressed feelings for Yagami. And while it could be argued that just about everyone in the game has repressed feelings for our dear lawyer turned detective, yagashi is my absolute otp because, well, there’s really nothing better than enemies to friends to lovers is there? Now I’ve had a concussion or two, so I pulled a little from my own experience in regards to how difficult it is to actually focus when your brain’s been scrambled. Your head hurts and you just feel kinda tired, and everything’s too bright and loud and confusing to really grab and hold onto. Briefly losing consciousness and collapsing is a very, very weird experience even when head trauma isn’t involved, but when you stack the physical pain and everything that’s going on in your brain, it’s actually rather distressing just in general, and that’s from the perspective of someone who has only had minor head trauma with rather mild concussions (thanks Woody). Now imagine how Yagami must have been feeling

But I also pulled quite a bit from a cop show I watch (hold your criticism). I watch those game warden shows on Animal Planet a lot because conservation law is very interesting to me, and there was an episode of Northwoods Law where one of the wardens was hit hard on his atv by a speeding side-by-side. He was thrown from his atv and ended up with a pretty serious head injury, and while he could recount exactly what had happened to his partner directly after the accident, by the time the paramedics got there, he’d forgotten all the details. By the time they took him in the ambulance, he was asking what had happened to him like he couldn’t remember even vague details anymore. He knew he’d been in an accident, but he couldn’t remember what kind of accident or how it had happened. That was endlessly fascinating to me. How scary must that have been for the warden’s partner, who knew the nature of head trauma because of his first aid training? How scary would that experience be for someone who doesn’t know any of that? I had been wanting to explore that idea for a long, long time before I wrote this, and so when Yagami fell out of a two story building into traffic and cracked his head on the pavement after he’d gotten thrown like 20 feet, I knew what I had to do. And in his two rounds with the Mole, and this is probably the best possible scenario for me to explore as a writer lol

#she speaks

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charlottecbordeaux · 2 years

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Recently my grandma died and I was need of something to heal myself with since having two family members gone within a month was too much.

I’m doing fine now but everything is still bitter and I’m not doing well when looking at other ship art than my otp. Not to mention that losing followers on my main twitter has got into me.

But I kinda wanted to post this up somewhere since I thought it looked nice enough to share.

Warning tho. Canon/OC (Almond/Marigold)

(PlzgivemeOTPfluffimdeadinside-(

[First cuddles]

A: -not looking up from his newspaper- Marigold.

M: -Was dusting off the shelves- Y-Yes Mr.Almond Cookie?

A: I was wondering… Ya wanna sleep together tonight?

M: …!?

A: We’ve been officially dating and being together for a few months now. I was wondering if… Ya know. Maybe we could… Um… -blushes and scratches his head- … Cuddle in bed?

M: -starts to blush as red as a tomato- Wha- UM. -fidgets with fingers-

Almond: …

M: B-But when I s-sleep flowers grow and, and, I get get n-nightmares, I might snore, I-I um, Uhhh-

A: You don’t snore Marigold, and if ya did I wouldn’t mind anyway. Same goes with the flowers.

-Almond stands up and walks towards Marigold. He embraces her from behind and wraps his arms around her-

A: As for the nightmares… If ya get any I’ll be right beside you when you wake up from them. -pecks a kiss on Marigold’s cheek- So what’d ya say?

M: -looks down still blushing- O-okay…

[Night]

M: -sits on the bed holding onto her nightgown tightly as her face glows red-

A: -comes in the room- Sorry, Walnut got out for a glass of water- -looks at Marigold- Ya know you don’t need to be that nervous.

M: I-I’m sorry…! I-I-I just, t-this is my first time doing something l-like this.

A: (Actually this is our 2nd time-) Relax. It’s not like I’m going to do an interrogation on you or anything… -slides into bed behind Marigold- I just want to be with you, that’s all.

M: -blushes more red-

A: -beckons Marigold to come in bed next to him-

M: -starts to walk over to the opposite side and slides into bed next to him-

A: -gently pulls Marigold closer to him and hugs her close-

M: -Blushes more red as she finds herself in his chest-

A: Mmm… There we go.

-Almond nuzzles his face to Marigold’s gold frosting hair, taking in the faint sent of marigold flowers in him. Then he looks down to Marigold softy kisses her forehead.-

M: -holds onto Almond as she takes Almond’s affection in-

A: -chuckles at the blushing cookie at his chest- … Cute.

M: !////

A: -laughs out-

M: -hides her face into his chest and hugs him back a bit-

A: I guess it’ll take a bit of more time till you get used to this huh Mari?

M: -nods but freezes- M-Mari…?

A: Ah- Um, I hope ya don’t mind me putting a pet name on you.

M: Pet….??

A: It’s something someone uses on someone they love. Since your Marigold I was thinking if I could call you Mari when it’s only us… To make it special.

M: Ah…

A: If you don’t like it I can stop-

M: No no! I- I’m okay… I, um… -blushes again and hides her face- I never had anyone call me like that before… I think it’s nice Mr. Almond Cookie…

A: -smiles and kisses Mari’s head- Glad you like it love.

M: (L-love…) -blushes more-

A: … Mari.

M: Yes?

A: I want you to call me by my name for now on.

M: But I call you by your name?

A: What I mean is I want you to call me “Almond”. Just “Almond”.

M: -starts to blush more- A-Almond only…?

A: Yeah.

M: ….

-Marigold blushes and looks away for a bit. After taking a deep breath she opened her mouth a bit to say her lovers name-

M: A… Almond… Cookie.

A: -smiles- Can ya say it one more time? Without “Cookie”

M: A-Almond…

A: Again. -starts to slide his hands over her back-

M: Almond

A: -smiles- Yeah, just like that.

M: -smiles back sheepishly-

A: Mari…

-Almond holds Marigold’s face and strokes it with his thumb before leaning into her for a loving kiss to her lips. Marigold kisses him back, as she does some flowers start to sprout from the bed.-

M: S-sorry Mr. Almond-

A: -Ahem-

M: Ah-

A: Mari?

M: Almond… -blushes-

A: -smiles and gives her another kiss- There we go…

-The two smile and hug each other close-

(If your wondering when was the first time they slept together it was the time Marigold attempted suicide. Almond managed to stop her from crumbling herself up in the sea while also confessing his feelings to her. After a while they went back to his house by car. Marigold fell asleep in the car so Almond carried her up her room. When he set her down on the bed and started to leave he noticed that Marigold was holding onto him so he decided to sleep next to her.)

#almond cookie #cookie run oc #canon/oc

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elderbloodcarrier · 1 year

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Otp first questions for Ava and Lara

IMPORTANT OTP FIRST QUESTIONS

NOTE: Same as I did for Lara & Cregennan, I’m gonna write this as if they ended up living a life together, but also kinda exploring what their relationship could have been like before and during an engagement.

-Who holds the others hand first?: I feel like once they become good friends after working together to train as Aen Saevherne, that Lara would be the first to grab his hand and drag him places. But after getting engaged and once Lara starts to get to know Cregennan better, it’s Avallac’h grabbing her hand, trying to hang onto her so she doesn’t leave.

-Who initiates the first kiss?: Surprisingly....Avallac’h. And I mean surprisingly because I can just see him so to himself and possibly nervous to do so, but he works up the courage to tell her how he feels.

-Who asks the other out for the first date?: Lara. Well, then again she’s kinda of always dragging him off somewhere with her, so he thinks it counts as one. This becomes true once the engagement is planned between them.

-Who says ‘I love you’ first?: Ohhh...this is a hard one. I feel in the beginning Lara cares for him, but not to that level yet. And Avallac’h wouldn’t dare speak the words out loud unless needed. He’s kinda subtle. But I feel eventually both of them would say it to each other at the same time.

-Who’s ready for marriage first?: Both because they were kinda raised to expect it and work towards it, especially Lara. However, they are both equally nervous and excited.

-Who wants kids first?: Avallac’h. He’s so excited to be a parent and start his own family. Although Lara knows she is destined to have children someday and carry on the Elder Blood line and give birth to an even more powerful child of destiny, I’m still sticking with the headcanon that she is freakin nervous about it. I even have this headcanon that she was really nervous with realizing she was pregnant with Riannon, and it wasn’t just because of how the Aen Elle would react, but because of terrible visions she had been having which only grow until she gives birth to her.

-Who’s the first to break down because they’re going to be parents?: Lara 1000%. However, Avallac’h tries his best to help comfort and take care of Lara through it, even trying to look into her visions to get understanding from them because he wouldn’t let that shit go. He knows how important this is for them and he wants to make sure she is safe.

-Who’s the first to cuss in front of the baby?: *giggles* Lara!

-Who’s name does the baby learn first?: It’s a hard call, honestly. I could see both.

-Who’s least ready to let their kids grow up?: Well, I’m going out on a guess here that since Aen Elle kids still stick around with their parents once they ‘grow up’ because elves don’t age like humans or at least follow the ‘leaving the nest’ tradition like we do...I’d say none of them are affected. They know they will still get to see their kids everyday around Tir na Lia.

-Who cries when the kids leave?: Lara maybe the one to worry or fret over them if they leave the palace. I just see her as that kind of mother.

-Who makes tea for the other because they really shouldn’t be getting up so much anymore?: Old age wouldn’t really affect them like a human, so I’ll apply this to other things. Avallac’h definetly did this for Lara when she was pregnant. And if either one of them are hurt, I feel they would do this for each other.

-Who teases the grandkids most?: Both equally. They both share a quick-witted tongue. And Lara has a playful nature.

-Who spoils the grandkids most?: Again, both. They love their kids and grandkids. Elves love children after all because they are almost practically a rarity and gem to them. Heck, even Auberon would spoil them.

-Who insists on doing even the most simple of tasks for the other because they’re both growing so old and they really need to rest?: Just because they are ‘old’ in elf terms, it doesn’t mean they aren’t able to still do everything. They still have tons of energy and strength, just maybe slightly lessened, but not to the point of not being able to do basic tasks. However, they still help each other out equally.

-Who dies first?: Of course in canon it’s Lara. However, if we still go with the thought of them ending up together and they get to live to the natural old age for an Aen Elle without anyone or anything ending it for them so suddenly...I'd honestly say they’d both go together.

#ofsaevherne #RELATIONSHIPS ;; Lara & Avallac'h #ABOUT ;; The Tragedy of the Elder Blood #HEADCANONS ;; A Prophecy to be Told #lara dorren #lara dorren aep shiadhal #avallac'h #crevan espane aep caomhan macha

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mitchtheficus · 6 years

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he’s so excited about wrestling Tana

#adam page #hangman page #njpw #g1 climax 28 #soft boy hangman page #mystuff #mypagegifs #heart eyes #otp: I’ll hold onto him

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veryblushyswitch · 2 years

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Heyo!! Can I request a fic with kiribaku; Lee bakugou? He has my whole heart and kiribaku is my comfort ship. Have a lovely evening!💞

Summary: See Above ^

Lee: Bakugou

Ler: Kirishima

Authors Note: Dude my freakin OTP! Yes of course I will! This was so fun to write and ended up making it longer than I originally thought. Hope you enjoy! 💖

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It all started with a friendly shove. Bakugou and Kirishima had been cuddling in Bakugou’s room when Kirishima playfully shoved at Bakugou’s shoulder.

This lead to a shove back, another shove, then a full out wrestling match.

Rolling around on the floor and jumps off the bed only to land in a hug like hold. Leg locks, full nelsons, and pushing hands away from ticklish spots.

A few tickles were given here and there, and the other knew that if they got pinned it was game over.

Bakugou’s game over came when the two interlocked hands on the bed. They were both on their knees trying to shove the other to the side.

“Just give up, I’m a boulder that cannot be pushed around!” Kirishima said trying to twist to the side but failed.

“Then explain to me how I got you laughing your ass off last night Mr. Unbreakable?” Bakugou smirked.

“Oh that’s it!” Kirishima blushed shoving Bakugou backwards.

Bakugou fell back but was saved from hitting the floor when Kirishima grabbed his legs and sat on his thighs. His shirt had ridden up to reveal a line of skin in the process.

He was surprised at the sudden action, but started to struggle when he realized his predicament. He sat up and grabbed Kirishima’s shoulders.

“What the hell?!”

“Sorry Bakugou, but I have to get you back from last night.”

“You wouldn’t-“ Bakugou started to lose his strength.

Kirishima noticed this and poked his side. Causing Bakugou to fall back into his vulnerable position.

“Oh I would~” He started to wiggle his fingers towards Bakugou’s sides.

“Kiri- Kihiri! Nonononohohohoho!

Bakugou giggled as he desperately pushed at Kirishima’s shoulders. Only his finger tips reached to lightly shove at his boyfriend before he fell back.

Kirishima scribbled all over his lower stomach. That spot always guaranteed the sweetest laughter. Just over the edge of giggles that made Kirishima’s heart swell.

Bakugou tried to sit up but only lasted a few seconds when Kirishima continued to attack that spot with vigor.

“NAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! THIHIS ISN’T FAHAHAHAHAIR!” Bakugou covered his face, his legs lightly kicking at the air.

“How are you so cute right now?” Kirishima giggled, moving down to pinch at his hips.

“GAHAHAHA! *snort* DAHAHAHAMNIHIHIHIT!”

Kirishima paused and grabbed Bakugou’s wrists. He took them away from his face before pulling him upwards so their noses were an inch apart.

“Don’t ever hide that beautiful face or laugh of yours Katsuki. Especially those adorable snorts” Kirishima pecked his lips.

Bakugou was in pure flustered shock. He froze as his blush spread across his entire face.

“S-Shuhut up!” Bakugou giggled turning his fave away trying to hide his smile.

“Hehe. Never.” Kirishima smirked setting him back down then going back to pinching his hips.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *snort* PLEHEHEHEHASE! SOHOMWHERE EHEHEHELSE!” Bakugou slapped at the edge of the bed.

“If you wish my dynamite.” Kirishima winked at him. Bakugou whined.

“But where should I go? There’s so many ticklish places.” He hovered his fingers inches above Bakugou’s body.

Even reaching back quickly without touching anything to watch Bakugou sit up quickly and fall back with a squeal.

“Stohop that ahasshole!” He bucked his hips a bit.

“Okay. Okay. I’ll go to my favorite little spot.” Kirishima leaned down to Bakugou’s lower stomach. His hands gently holding onto Bakugou’s sides.

“Nahat there again! Nohoho! Bahahabe plehehease!” Bakugou tried to push himself further off the bed which only left his stomach more exposed.

Kirishima moved him up a bit so he wouldn’t fall off and hardened his legs so he couldn’t move.

“But I love this spot! You know what I love to do to this spot?” Kirishima’s breath spread goosebumps along Bakugou’s torso.

“Bahahabe noho kihihisses!”

“Awww but why? Do they tickle~” Kirishima kisses his side once.

“YEHES! Thehey do a lohohot!” Bakugou could no longer control his giggles. And when he got like that he couldn’t lie to Kirishima.

“I think you want me to kiss your tummy. Isn’t that right Kats?”

Bakugou whined again and nodded his head.

“Yehes okahahay?!” He once again covered his face, unable to even look towards his boyfriend.

“What did I say about hiding your face?!” Kirishima inhaled and blew a giant raspberry on his exposed side.

“WAIT- WAHAHAHAHT! FUHUHUHUHUCK! KIRIHIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Are you gonna cover your face again? It’s not very manly if you do.” He inhaled again, but before he could deliver another raspberry, Bakugou responded.

“NO! Noho I wohon’t IhI promise! Just give mehe kisses. Plehease…”

“Of course baby.”

“Hhhhh Mnot a bahahahaby! Hehehahahahahahahaha!” He was cut off my Kirishima covering his whole tummy with kisses.

His lower stomach getting extra attention seeing as Bakugou’s laughter got higher when he targeted there.

“Yes you are. You’re my ticklish, adorable baby who loves getting tickle tickle tickled~” Kirishima moved his hands up to his worst spot, digging in and kneading little circles.

“YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! KIRISHIMAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *snort* STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Bakugou kicked his legs and bucked his hips. His arms desperately pinned against his sides which only further trapped Kirishima’s fingers on his death spot.

Kirishima attacked that spot for a minute or so more before stopping. Bakugou took in deep breaths, small giggles still flowing from his lips.

“Yohour’e mehehehehean. Meheheheanie Kihirihihihi!” Bakugou pointed and started laughing again.

“Oho my gosh are you okahay?” Kirishima laughed with him.

“I dohon’t knohohow. *snort* I cahahahan’t stahahahahap!”

Kirishima laughed so hard that he ended up falling to the side of the bed. This caused Bakugou to fall off the bed onto the floor. They both burst into loud laughter.

Bakugou was banging his one fist on the floor while the other held his stomach. Kirishima was laughing into a pillow while his legs kicked up and down on the bed.

Their laughs died down to giggles as they both sat up. Kirishima helped Bakugou to his feet and the two cuddled on the bed once again.

Kirishima gave Bakugou some drinks from his water bottle as Bakugou snuggled up against his side.

“Awww~ You’re all tickled out and snuggly now huh?” Kirishima ran his hand through Bakugou’s hair.

Bakugou melted into the touch and nodded his head. He couldn’t help it when anyone, let alone Kirishima, play with his hair.

“Good. Now rest up. You can stay in my room tonight. It’s a Friday anyway so no worrying about getting up early.”

“Thanks, Kiri. I love you. Even if you are a meanie.”

“Love you too.” Kirishima chuckled and continued to play with his hair.

The blonde eventually fell asleep after a few minutes. Kirishima laid him down on the bed along side him then covered them both in a warm blanket.

“Night, Katsuki.” Kirishima kissed his forehead, watching Bakugou smile in his sleep.

He fell asleep not a minute later. A smile spread across his face as well.

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choiceskatie · 2 years

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After Hours

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan x f!MC

Premise: Teddy shows Ethan just how much she misses being under his control.

Warnings: NS*FW

Word Count: 2.7K

Author's Note: Is it possible to addicted to writing smut for your OTP? Asking for a friend. My mind will seriously not leave these two alone lol. RIP Teddy’s kewchie, fucked into oblivion but never forgotten 😔✊🏼

Big love to my team of prereaders @ao719, @burnsoslow, @charlotteg234 and @foreverethereal123 for looking over most of this for me and assuring me it was impossible to be too dirty lol. I’ll be logging off now.

Opening the door to Ethan’s office, Teddy’s question was answered before Ethan could even open his mouth, his eyes wide with remorse as his head snapped up from a large stack of papers, his expression apologising before he had the chance to. She sighed at the sight: yet another night of him working himself to the bone.

Shaking her head, Teddy grumbled under her breath. “Ethan-”

“I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise how late I’d be here tonight. I’ll make it up to you.”

“I don’t need you to make it up to me.” Sighing, she closed Ethan’s office door behind her, accepting they’d be going nowhere anytime soon as she threw her purse and coat onto his sofa. “I just need you to look after yourself.”

“I am.” His voice might have been convincing - if it was someone else.

A quirked eyebrow was her only response, her line of sight flashing towards his trash can filled with countless coffee cups that she knew were all from that day.

Rolling his eyes, he turned back to his desk. “I don’t need a lecture.”

“Good,” she nodded as she hopped up to sit on his desk, the surface cold beneath her skirt as it rode up her thighs. “Because I can’t be fucked giving you one.”

He chuckled at that, his posture seeming to soften as he pulled her in closer without taking his eyes from his laptop. As they sat in comfortable silence, she let her eyes roam over him for the first time since they’d parted ways early that morning. His white coat hung from the back of his chair, his tie pulled off and the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows as he worked intently.

Letting her gaze stray to the veins straining in his forearms, she wondered how such a simple thing could still drive her so crazy. Her mind was quickly taking a dangerous turn when he interrupted her train of thoughts.

“Any new cases today?”

Clearing her throat, she nodded. “A couple. Tobe is doing all the blood work now before he goes.”

That caught Ethan’s attention. “Tobe?”

She grinned at him, already knowing how immature he’d find them. “We’re carrying out a test run on possible nicknames.”

“Why do you need a nickname for him?”

She looked as though she’d been shot, mockingly holding a hand to her chest; affronted by his lack of understanding. “Because he’s my right hand man. I’m not just going to call him by his real name. We need a code to show all the other doctors that we’re the ultimate besties and better than them.”

Plainly baffled, he opened and closed his mouth countless times before settling on his reply.

“You call me Ethan.”

“Aw, you want a nickname, grandpa?” She grinned as she reached out to tickle his cheek, laughing when he rolled his eyes.

“Never mind.” Grumbling, he began to type a message on his laptop. His hands stuttered as his jaw twitched. “It’s just… I thought I was your right hand man.”

“You are.” She smiled at him and was rewarded with a charming grin back, though its appearance was hasty. “Just not at work.”

Gone; in an instant. “Why not?”

“Because we don’t work together anymore,” she shrugged as she looked down at him, nudging his thigh with her foot. “You spend 24 hours a day locked in your office. I don’t even remember the last time I saw you speak to a patient.”

“I know.” He sighed, pushing back from the table to run a weary hand down his face. “I miss it, you know. I miss working with the team.”

“We miss you too.”

Scoffing, he rolled his eyes. “Yes, it sounds like you and Tobe are absolutely distraught in my absence.”

Giggling, she jumped down from his desk, sliding in between Ethan’s legs as she smirked down at him. “Don’t be like that.”

“Like what?”

She shook her head in amusement as she laughed.” Like a child.”

She was surprised his head hadn’t bowled off his neck with the amount of times his eyes had rolled back into his skull.

She pouted as bent over him, resting her hands on his shoulders. “You want me to tell you how much I miss you being on the team?”

“No.” He shook his head, trying to look around her to refocus on his work. “Forget I even mentioned it.”

“The team isn’t the same anymore, Ethan. You were the glue that held us together and we’re practically falling to pieces without you.”

Another dirty glance as she mocked him. Feeling a sliver of guilt, she spoke sincerely. “It really isn’t, you know. We had a great dynamic and you were a brilliant boss.”

Still no answer. Child. Clearly a different direction was needed.

“I miss you bossing me around.”

The quirk of an eyebrow. “I’m still your boss, Rookie.”

Face scrunched in mock thought and shaking her head, she dismissed him. “Nah, everyone knows you don’t really listen to the Chief.”

“Are you trying to make me feel better about my new role or make me quit?”

Laughing, she pulled his face up, making his eyes return to hers as she gazed at him hungrily. “You don’t understand how much I miss you bossing me around, Ethan. I long for the days when you held power over every aspect of my life. I want that again.” Leaning in to a press a searing kiss to the side of his throat, she whispered in his ear as she gave it a sharp tug. “Control me.”

She didn’t need to look down to know she had him hard in a matter of seconds. As she moved back to look him in the eye, the striking baby blues she loved seeing first thing every morning had disappeared, replaced by a bottomless pit that showcased her boyfriend’s every desire.

His exhale came out harsh, thanks to all the blood rushing south to his cock.

“You want me to control you?”

A sultry nod of the head in return, her voice caught in her throat at the starved look in his eye and the gravelly tinge to his voice. The room was silent for a few seconds before he spoke roughly.

“Kneel.”

God, she’d need to anyway before her knees gave out.

His voice was little more than a growl, its effects spreading through her body like a wildfire. She forced herself to lower down on shaky legs, awed by the deep rumble in his commanding tone.

“Take me out.”

Pressing her thighs together in a bid to quell the throbbing ache growing between them, she complied. Deft fingers worked quickly and deliberately as she unbuckled his belt, taking his trousers and boxers down just enough to release the heavy weight of him and marvelling that he was hers.

His cock grew impossibly thicker without the confinement of his boxers, twitching as the swollen head glistened.

He stretched his body out, leaning back in his large chair as he offered himself to her. Unable to help herself, her fingers reached out to gently grasp him as she took in his nude form.

She could feel her thighs turning slick with the need to taste him, to take him in her mouth and make him come undone with the skill of her tongue. She was ready to do just that when she felt Ethan’s thumb trailing across the skin of her cheekbone, his large grip settling on her jaw as he panted lightly.

“Christ, look at you.” His voice was hoarse as his gaze zeroed in on her, darker than ever. “You look incredible down on your knees for me.”

“And you look fucking ravishing dripping for me.”

With that, she gave him a slow stroke, movements unhurried as she basked in the pleasure of him spreading his legs wider for her and his breathing turning heavy. Her thumb met the head of his cock, tracing delightful spirals over the sensitive tip as her hand twisted with perfect precision.

Ethan’s head hit the back of his chair, chest rising and falling and eyes focused on her alone as he watched the soft tip of her tongue dart out, leaning in and taking a long swipe up the weighted underside of him. His knuckles were white as he gripped onto the arms of his chair with force, forgetting how to breathe entirely when her tongue traced nonsensical patterns across the veins detailing his shaft, memories of similar escapades so clear in her mind that she could paint a picture.

A masterpiece.

She moaned at the taste of him as she teased the salty slit, closing her mouth over the sensitive tip and sucking as she swirled her tongue.

“Fuck, Rookie.”

His muscles trembled as he commanded his body to stay still, resisting the urge to thrust into her warm throat. She could tell, reading all of his signs with ease, and chose to take pity on him. Relaxing her throat, she opened wide and slid him deep within, tears pricking at her eyes as she kept them directly on Ethan’s. Taking him inch by inch, she felt his large hand settling at the crown of her head, fingers teasing the long locks.

“Look at you taking me so well. Aren’t you a good girl?” He choked on a groan as he felt himself hit the back of her throat. “My good girl.”

His words of praise sent shivers down her spine, a rush of wetness soaking through her flimsy underwear as she groaned around the steel of him. She hollowed her cheeks as she increased her pressure, riveted by the guttural groan that ripped through him.

“That mouth,” he rasped as his hand tightened in her hair in a bid to warn her, cursing under his breath as the action only edged her on. “So fucking good for me.”

She let him slide from her mouth with a swirl of her tongue, her hand continuing to work him in a fist as her mouth dropped down, sucking gently on the heavy sac as he hissed through his teeth, eyes dropping to half mast.

“Does that feel good, sir?”

Her voice was a husky purr as she nudged the base of his cock with her nose, lazily trailing her cheek up the velvety skin before slapping the tip against her awaiting tongue, her eyes fluttering closed as she dragged his length against her mouth and face, moaning loudly.

“Teddy,” he gritted out, unable to decipher what was pushing him closer to the edge: the sight of her panting with need or her blissful breath warming his cock.

“I’m so wet for you, Ethan.”

That made his attention snap down to the floor, catching sight of her free hand disappearing into her panties as she rested on her knees, nearly breaking his willpower.

“Is that right? You love sucking my cock, don’t you, Theodora? Love getting me this hard for you.”

She nodded, humming against him as she stared up at him with watery eyes, the euphoric vision nearly making him pour into her eager mouth.

“Fuck, I can hear how wet you are. Give me a taste.”

Her eyes glazed over with desire as they met his, inserting a quick finger into her drenched pussy before raising it to Ethan’s mouth. He sucked gently, swirling his tongue around her dripping digit before releasing it with a soft pop.

The way his hips strained against the leather chair told her he must be close, evidently holding himself back from pushing further into her mouth.

“Don’t hold back, Ethan,” she groaned against him before pushing onto her knees to sit at a fuller height, spitting on him just how he liked and revelling in the resulting grunt that came from deep within his chest. His eyes followed the path of her saliva as it dripped down his throbbing cock, desperate to be inside her mouth again.

“Fuck my tits.”

Scratch that; he was happy to touch any part of her right this second.

He attempted a deep breath, his voice strangled as he tried to adequately praise her filthy mouth. By the time he could even think coherently, Teddy had him between her breasts, squeezing and caressing him exquisitely.

The sight of her on her knees was entirely too maddening, gasping for air as her full tits bounced around him, her small hands pushing them together as his eyes snapped shut in paradise. He heard her angelic voice right when he was on the precipice.

“Don’t come. I want to feel you inside me.”

That was his breaking point.

With more strength than he was aware he possessed at that moment, he grasped Teddy by the waist and pulled her up to straddle him in one quick movement.

The couple rushed to hike her skirt up, bunching around her hips as their hands trembled with desperate need. Pushing the lace of her thong aside, Ethan’s fingers teased her as he dipped them in her wetness and swirled over her clit.

“God, you really do enjoy that, don’t you? Don’t even need to work you up, you’re already soaking and ready for me to fuck you into next week.”

The intended teasing tone of her voice was lost with the breathless wonder that overpowered her. “I live to please you, my love.”

“Christ.” Holding her by the waist, he helped her settle into position. “Now.”

“Now.” She nodded rapidly, the need to have him inside of her crippling.

Lifting up on shaky legs, Teddy lowered onto the rigid size of Ethan as he buried himself to the hilt with one sharp drive of his hips, a captivated cry falling from her luscious lips as he grunted against her chest. Too far gone to take her time and desperately ready for him, she started to roll her hips as her hands took refuge on Ethan’s large shoulders.

He unbuttoned her blouse, diving in to devour her as soon as her chest was bared to him. She grasped the back of his head as he played her like a maestro, teeth and hands tugging at her pert nipples as she bounced and grinded against him faster and faster, her clit rubbing against him with every move.

“Fuck, Ethan. Keep doing that.”

“You think you’re in control?” Shaking his head, he curled one arm around her lower back as he rose up, still throbbing inside of her as he stepped towards his desk and dropped her onto it, her ass hitting cold wood as Ethan wasted no time in thrusting into her again, unrelenting as every drive into her had their cries of pleasure melting into one.

“I’m in control. Always me. You’re mine. Understand, Theodora?”

She could barely hold her head up as she nodded vigorously, falling to her back and holding herself up by her elbows as she stared up at him in awe. He had been inside her for mere minutes and she was already on the cusp of an earth-shattering orgasm, her hips rising to meet him with the little energy she retained.

“I’m yours, Ethan. Now and forever.”

That must have had him hurtling towards the finish line, because he rushed to stroke her clit, his thumb rubbing maddening patterns against her as he pounded into her with all of his might.

“You’ve been so good, Rookie. Are you going to come for me?”

She bit her lip in an attempt to prolong her moment of ecstasy, her hands gripping the edge of the wooden desk as her pussy gripped Ethan, clenching rhythmically as she spoke through a whimper. “Come with me, Ethan. I want to feel you fill me.”

He moaned, loudly; the sound of it forcing her to fall. The severity of his cry completely overpowered hers as he followed her over the edge, until his hips stilled finally, his fingers pressing tightly into Teddy’s hips as he fell over her. His breath was harsh in the crook of her neck as Teddy fingers brushed through his thick locks, both fighting to regain their senses as their bodies trembled against one another.

She began to giggle to herself, mumbling in his ear.

“If this was to make sure I couldn’t go home without you, mission accomplished.”

He lifted his head, eyebrows furrowed as he chuckled in confusion. “What?”

She pointed at her legs, visibly trembling against his desk and his eyes turned devious; mad with pride. She rolled her eyes even as she couldn’t help but to laugh with him, holding onto him tighter.

“I can’t fucking walk so I guess I’m stuck here helping you with paperwork.”

Author’s Note II: Clearly I have a thing for office head lol apologies

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oddishblossom · 2 years

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If no one’s sent it in for the ask game yet, Wei WuXian 👀

Hey!!! Thanks for giving me the perfect excuse to ramble about my favorite necromancer boy 🥰

Favorite thing about them: Can I say everything? He’s just such a great character! I love his sense of humor, how kind he is, and how smart he is! He can be a bit of a flirty airhead, but that’s what makes him so charming! Did I mention the cool glowey red eyes? He can turn from sweet to dangerous when he needs to. Oh, but he has such a big heart, perhaps a little too big for his body. I both admire him for his strength and just wanna wrap a blanket around him ❤️❤️❤️

Least favorite thing about them: Oh, dear. He’s too giving 🥺💔. I wish he knew that it doesn't always have to be him to be the one to sacrifice and that he could learn to share his burdens. I know it’s incredibly hard for him to do something like that because it’s never been in his nature to let go. He has to be strong. Has to be brave. Has to be always smiling. Always the one to take the blame, always the defender, always going to extremes to fix things. I know this is a product of his upbringing and his surroundings. He was a teenager suddenly thrown into war after the death of nearly his entire clan. I don’t know if there was another way around this, I’m not sure if speculating would be of much use. What I do know, is that at the end of his first life, after everything wwx did, after learning about how he died, I kept thinking to myself: “It’s too much. No one should have to give so much.”

Favorite line: “But from now on, what you say to me, what you do for me, I’ll remember it all—I won’t forget a single thing! I really like you, Lan Zhan. I love you, I want you, I fancy you, I whatever you. I want to night-hunt with you for the rest of my life.” Basically his entire speech from Chapter 100 ❤️

BROTP: Okay. I know there’s a lot of people I could choose who would fit this role better, like Wen Ning or Wen Qing, my beloved. But if I’m being honest! If I'm being truthful! My answer would be Jiang Cheng (Plz don’t throw a pitchfork at me 🥲). And I get it. Maybe these two brothers are destined to just go their separate ways. Maybe there isn’t a timeline where these two can ever be happy around each other. But idc. I just can’t let go of the idea that the love is still there, buried, smothered, quiet, but there. I know that some things can’t be forgotten and things may never be how they once were; there were many flaws in their relationship, so I wouldn’t want them to go back to being the same. But I choose to believe that with time, even if it’s at a very slow pace, wwx and jc can reach a new state of being. Where they can learn how to just talk to each other again. About the small things. About the memories that aren’t painful. About Jin Ling. And maybe then, and only then, would they begin to heal and close the gap, one tiny step at a time.

OTP: Y'all know who it is! I don’t have more to say about them because the book has already given me all that I wanted! They’re the heart of the story and my favorite ship ❤️

NOTP: Any ship that is not Wangxian. I’m not really a big multi-shipper. I find a ship I like best, latch onto it, and then crinkle my nose at the idea of them being shipped with someone else lol.

Random Headcanon: I think he has a music brain and would easily be able to pick up a new instrument! I could also easily see him writing and singing songs :)

Unpopular Opinion: I guess it’s the same as the BROTP section. I know my wish for him to reconnect with his brother again is an opinion that uh is divisive in the fandom 😅

Song I associate with them: Liar by The Arcadian Wild, Everything I Wanted by Denis Kalytovskyi, Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush, Atlas:Two by Sleeping At Last, and of course, HOLD IT AGAINST ME BY BRITNEY SPEARS

Favorite picture of them: Oooh, no contest. The Yiling Laozu from the Untamed Mobile Game 🥰

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