#but like. he got giddy for standing in the light of god's love with his not-boyfriend he was picturing an eternity of Crowley and thinking

[sissylittlefeather]

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Hi @jhoneybees! Yes, you did it right! Also, I really hope you wanted smut for this one because it got dirty QUICK. This picture is just so hot. I couldn't help it! Anyway, I hope you love it!

Welcome Home, Baby

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

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You're unpacking some of your clothes in the bedroom at Graceland when Elvis brings in the last of your boxes and plops them on the bed.

"Honey, these say 'bathroom', right?"

"You can't read it?" You walk over to him where he's standing next to the boxes.

"It's not my fault I can't read your toddler scrawl."

"Hey! I was in a hurry. Like your handwriting is perfect!" You nudge him with your elbow and he throws his arm around your shoulders.

"Yeah, but you're a girl." He turns and kisses your temple. "My girl. In my house now."

"I still can't believe my mother let me move in here with you. If you were anyone else, she'd die before letting me live with you before marriage. You're lucky she loves you so much." You turn to face him and wrap your arms around his waist. He's sticky with sweat from moving all day, his sweatshirt marked with wet splotches, hair uncharacteristically messy.

"What can I say? I'm a lovable guy."

"That you are." You turn your face up and he lowers his lips to yours, pressing them against you softly.

"I just couldn't live without you here another second. Now we can finally be together in our own space. Just you and me." He leans in again and kisses you a little more deeply, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You can tell he's eager to christen the place as yours. It's not the first time you've been here, by far, but it's different now that you've moved in. There's a hint of future plans that has you both giddy with excitement. He kisses down your neck to your collarbone and rolls his hips into yours. You moan softly and run your hands down the front of his chest to the top of his pants.

"Mmm, baby, I need a shower first."

"You know I don't care. I like you salty." You whisper, nibbling on his earlobe. He chuckles and leans away, pulling his sweatshirt over his head and off. Now he's half naked and you want to wait for him to shower even less than you did before. The soft patch of hair on his chest drives you insane and you reach out to touch him. He grabs your hand with a devilish look on his face.

"Come with me."

"Where?"

"To the shower." A smile spreads across your face and his eyes light up. "C'mon."

His fingers go to the buttons on your dress and he has you naked in less than two minutes, dropping his pants and pulling you toward the bathroom. He starts the shower and lets his mouth and hands explore your body while he waits for it to warm up. His dick was mostly hard already, but now it's standing at full attention, pressing into your lower stomach. You climb into the shower together with you behind him as he rinses himself. You press your body into his back and reach around to take his cock in one hand. As you begin to stroke him, sliding his foreskin back and forth, he leans his head back and groans. Your other hand massages his balls and his hips buck forward into your hold. After a few seconds, he turns in your arms and takes your face in his hands, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. He runs his fingers down your front, grasping your hip with one hand and your breast with the other. As his thumb grazes your nipple, a shiver runs down your spine. He leans down and pulls it into his mouth, flicking his tongue against you gently. Pushing you back to the wall, he gets down on his knees and presses his lips to your center. He thrusts his tongue into you a few times and then starts making bold circles on your clit.

"Oh, god, Elvis." You moan, wrapping your fingers in his hair. He slides a finger into you and pumps it in and out as he moves his tongue quickly on you. Your walls flutter around him and he knows you're getting close. He sucks your clit gently and then flicks it with the tip of his tongue. You dance on the edge of your release, your heart pounding as he dives in fully, licking your clit like his life depends on it.

"Come on, baby, cum for me." He says, his voice deep and husky with lust. You moan loudly as your climax slams into you, bursting out from your center to the edges of your fingertips. You shudder and pulse around his finger and feel him smile into you as his tongue makes its final sweeps over your clit.

He stands up, a smug look on his face. There's nothing he loves more than ruining you with his mouth and then watching as you try to compose yourself after. But this time, you don't even try. You immediately drop to your knees in front of him and take his cock in your mouth as deep as it'll go.

"Oh, fuck, baby." He stumbles backwards and slams his hand against the wall to regain his balance. This is the first time you've reciprocated with your mouth. Honestly, you have no idea what you're doing, but you figure you'll just lick and suck and move on him as long as you can, mimicking what you do with your hand. "Goddamnit..."

His teeth are clenched and his eyes roll back as you open your throat and press your nose into the patch of hair at the base of him. You gag a little, but his reaction is worth the discomfort. Pulling back, you pump him with your hand and lick a circle around his exposed tip.

"Baby, if you don't stop, I'm gonna cum in your mouth. My God." He still has himself braced on the wall, trembling slightly. You're trying to decide if you're okay with that when he pulls away from you quickly, standing you up and turning you to face the wall. He bends his knees and pushes into you from behind, pounding you relentlessly and holding your hips with his long fingers. You cry out with each thrust of his hips as he fills you over and over again passionately. He grunts and slams into you, balls slapping against your ass. You love when he gets like this, almost feral with need for you. Knowing that you've driven him this wild makes you throb with desire and his aggressive thrusting is exactly what you need. Your breasts bounce as he pounds into you and you feel his body tense as he groans.

"Fuck, yes, baby!" He cries out as he fills you one last time, shooting his release deep inside you. His legs shake as he slides out of you, stumbling backwards again to lean against the shower wall. You turn to face him and lean against the wall behind you too. You're both panting and sweating and the water is still running in between you. He starts to chuckle and you giggle a little and before you know it, you're both laughing, the sound echoing through the bathroom. He turns the faucet to make it run from the tap and begins to fill the bathtub. You both slide down the wall until you're sitting in the tub. He reaches out and gestures for you to come over to him. You do and then lean your back against his chest as the water rises around you. He turns the tap off and nuzzles your ear with his nose, whispering.

"I figured we needed to relax and recover."

"Ha! You were right!" He laughs his big booming laugh again and wraps you in his arms. You lay together in the tub, both of you still shaking from the feverish heat of your lovemaking. After a few minutes of silence, you start to relax. He kisses your cheek and sighs.

"Welcome home, baby."

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The End

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[winepresswrath]

The thing about Crowley is that he already tried fighting* the system and the end result was his fellow rebels making a new system suspiciously similar to the old system with torture pits and demotivational posters in place of the aggressive hypocrisy and kardashiancore interior decorating. And then after that he decided to fight the apocalypse and the apocalypse thwarted itself with minimal involvement required from him. His biggest contribution was fucking up a simple handoff completely accidentally. His apparent belief that it'll all sort itself out without him or it won't and either way his involvement will be largely irrelevant to everyone but himself is pretty well founded. I'm sure by the end of season three he'll have learned a valuable lesson about how admitting that you want to make positive contributions to the world is something you can do on your own terms and not simply an exercise in opening yourself up to god's preordained judgement and hell's torture pits and but he's old and tired and has probably never been kissed let him have a very specific vision for his retirement.

*ok his version of fighting was probably just asking a lot of very annoying questions and then semi-accidentally joining a rebellion.

#good omens #also while I am being a bit rude Aziraphale wasn't exactly like gosh how wonderful I can go back #and fix everything his response as a tea drinker was #there's no coffee in heaven I'm not going until the metatron told him there could be Crowley in heaven and then he got very exited #I don't think he was thinking about the apocalypse in anything but the most general terms until #the metatron mentioned the second coming to him #do not get it twisted he wants to make a difference he's very excited for systemic reform he believes that things can be better! #but like. he got giddy for standing in the light of god's love with his not-boyfriend he was picturing an eternity of Crowley and thinking #that he could live without sushi #and Sondheim if he could have that #he's down horrendous he's just also delusional about his favourite person's feelings and perspective #tbh I think this is interesting specifically because Aziraphale had very much not made his save the world with me pitch yet #Crowley did it in season one #Crowley also knows the angels are gunning hard for the apocalypse again during their big fight but doesn't bring it up #Aziraphale knows in general terms they'll probably try again but it's not really on his mind #come to heaven with me isn't save the world with me and I think that's what he'll be going for in Season three

[soursturniolo]

left • chris sturniolo

pairing: chris/fem!reader

tags: angst, misunderstanding, party scene, mention of past cheating in past relationship, fluff at the end

As I wave and say goodbye to my old friend Alex, I make my way through the crowded hallways and rooms trying to find my boyfriend Chris. I squeeze through people smelling of cigarettes, weed, and alcohol as I search the faces hoping to find his or at least a familiar one.

I let out a sigh of relief upon meeting a familiar pair of blue eyes by the front door. Nick. He smiles and waves me over to him.

“Hey babe, have you seen chris? Matt’s wanting to leave, he’s already in the car ready to go,” he tells me as he looks over me, also searching the crowd for Chris. I frown and shake my head.

“No, I’m still looking for him. We got separated when I went upstairs to talk to my old friend Alex,” I tell him, to which his eyes light up.

“Alex? That really cute tall guy with black hair who I’m like 99% likes men?” He asks me, sounding excited.

“Yeah! He’s an old friend of mine, we used to be coworkers. I could set you up if you want?” I offer, laughing at his giddiness.

“Oh my god please, he’s so fine,” Nick whisper yells.

“Okay, I will! Anyways, I’m still looking for chris so you guys go ahead and head back and we can just get an Uber, okay?” I suggest.

Nick nods in agreement, pulling me in for a quick hug.

“Okay, you guys be safe, we’ll see you back home,” he assures me before leaving out the front door and heading to their car. I let out a small sigh as I turn back to face the party. Nick and Matt left, Alex left once we finished talking, and I have no idea where chris is in this crowded house party. There’s at least 200 people here and I don’t know anyone here now except for Chris. I hope I can find him soon.

After twenty minutes of searching various rooms and outside I give up, sitting on a porch bench outside as I pull my phone out of my purse to text Chris to see where he is.

The tears in my eyes finally overflow as I sniffle, putting my phone back in my purse and holding it on my lap as I wait. I can’t believe he’d just leave me here all alone. I’d never do that to him. Not only is that embarrassing but it’s so hurtful. I feel like trash and I didn’t even do anything wrong. Alex is gay. And even if he wasn’t I’d never do anything or cheat on Chris. I love him too much to even consider that.

I thought he knew that? I thought he trusted me. My tears keep streaming down my face, some falling to my lap as others slide down my cheeks and down my neck. I reach my hand up to try to wipe some away, just to look at my hand and see a dark smudge. Great. I didn’t wear waterproof mascara so now I’m sure I look ridiculous with mascara streaks everywhere.

I sniffle again try blinking away the rest of my tears as I hear a car pull up. It’s them. I see Chris quickly jump out of the back, making his way up to me quickly. I stand from the park bench, and notice how much my feet are hurting, making me wince. As Chris walks up to me that’s the first thing he sees.

“Baby, are you okay?” He asks, searching my tear streaked face with a remorseful expression.

“Fine,” my voice cracks a bit from my tears and crying fest as I step out of my heels, picking them up to carry them. Chris reaches out a hand to offer to carry them, but I shake my head and walk past him to the car.

“Baby, wait” he calls, as he follows me. Feeling anger bubble up, I whip around to face him.

“What Chris? What do you want to talk about? How you left me here? How you assumed I was trying to cheat on you with some guy? How you didn’t even care to talk to me about it or make sure I could get home after you left me here? How I know no one else here because Alex left and I sent your brothers home because I never fathomed my boyfriend who I love more than anything would just leave me here like I’m trash? What do you want to talk about, huh?” I question rapidly, yelling by the time I finish, a new set of hot tears rolling down my face.

He sighs, looking at me so defeated and sad. He knows he fucked up. But I don’t have it in me to care about how he feels at the moment.

“I’m so deeply sorry, baby. I fucked up. Big time.” He whispers, looking down at me.

I bring my hands up to my face, roughly wiping my tears away as I nod. I don’t have the energy to talk about this anymore, so I turn around and finish walking to the car, opening the back passenger side door and getting in, sliding down the seat until I’m seated behind Matt. Chris gets in a shuts the door, settling in behind Nick. I feel Matt and Nicks eyes on me and look up at them as I reach for my seatbelt.

“Sorry, guys, for making you come back here for me,” I whisper, feeling embarrassed again at the predicament Chris’s actions have put me in. Nick and Matt quickly shake their heads.

“Hey, it’s perfectly okay we wanted to come get you,” Nick kindly tells me, before giving Chris a glare and turning back around in the front passenger seat.

“This isn’t your fault, no need to apologize, we’re just glad you’re okay,” Matt assures me, his eyes and expression soft before it hardens to a judgement look as he looks to Chris before starting the car.

The car ride back home is quiet. I feel Chris’s gaze on me a few times but I never return it. All I want is a hot shower and to sleep so this night can be over.

The car lurches to a stop in front of the house. I quickly unbuckle and exit the vehicle before Chris can try to say anything. I quickly make my way to our bedroom, setting my heels and purse down as I pick up my previously laid out pj set. I make my way to the adjoined bathroom, shutting and locking the door as Chris makes his way through the bedroom door.

I take my time in the bathroom, taking of my leftover makeup and brushing my hair out before stepping into the steamy shower I had heating up. I shower slowly, exfoliating and shaving as I let a hair mask sit in. I rinse out the mask and rinse my body one last time before turning off the water and stepping out. I dry off quickly and change into my pj set. I now stand in front of the bathroom door, dreading going out to face Chris. I find myself hoping he’s already asleep as I slowly open the bathroom door and step into our dimly lit bedroom that we share. I look up to find him meeting my gaze, changed into a white tank and boxers as he sits up against the headboard. He pats the spot next to him on the bed, and I sigh, shaking my head.

“I’ll sleep in the living room tonight,” I quietly suggest as I walk up to the bed and move to grab my pillow. His hand reaches up and grabs mine gently to stop me.

“Please sit with me. Five minutes, that’s all I’m asking, and then if you still want to not sleep with me I’ll move to the living room, okay?” He quietly asks.

I sigh, mulling it over before nodding. I sit down next to him against the headboard of his bed. Chris reaches out a hesitantly grabs my hands in his, looking at me as if he’s waiting for me to pull away. I consider it, but I’m tired and I just want to hear what he has to say so I can go to sleep. He lets out a sigh of relief when I don’t pull away.

“Baby, you have no idea how sorry I am. I fucked up. There is no excuse for what I did. I just got so scared when I went upstairs and saw you talking with that guy. You guys were getting along and laughing when I came up to find you and my mind immediately went to the worst. And I’m so sorry for what I did after that. I should have never left you there. I shouldn’t have assumed my brothers would get you home. I left my girlfriend at a crowded, gross house party where she barely knew anyone and that’s a mistake that’s on me that I will be apologizing for every day for a long time,” he tells me, expression sad but heartfelt as he apologizes. I can see in his eyes that he’s genuinely sorry for what he did, but I’m still confused and hurt about one thing specifically.

“Why did you think the worst? Why didn’t you trust me?” I ask softly.

He sighs, looking down at our held hands before meeting my eyes again.

“My ex. Before you, a year ago. She cheated on me at a party and it was like the same scenario. She went upstairs to talk to a guy friend ‘in a more quiet space’ she claimed. When I went up to check on her after not seeing her for a bit they were all over each other, making out. It broke my heart. When I came up and saw you and him laughing and playfully hitting each other it took me right back to that moment. But you’re the polar opposite of my ex, in the best way, and I should have known you’d never do that to me. I’m so sorry. Like I said, there’s no excuse for what I did, all I can tell you is that I’m so deeply sorry. I know better, I knew better. I should have done better. And I will next time. I promise you, baby.” He vows.

“You know I’d never cheat on you, right? I love you,” I tell him, feeling my lip quivering as tears gather in my eyes again.

He nods quickly, wrapping me in his arms and pulling me into his chest.

“I know baby, I know. I love you too, I’m so sorry,” he whispers against my head as he pressed gentle kisses there.

“It’s okay,” I whisper against his chest, “just please don’t leave me somewhere again?” I ask, and I feel him quickly nod in agreement.

“Never again, baby, never again. I’m so sorry. Can you forgive me?” He asks, his hand coming to cup my face to lead me to look up at him. I gaze into his eyes and all I see is a combination of warmth and regret for what he did. I lean in and press my lips gently to his. I feel him smile slightly against my lips, making me smile in return as I pull away.

“I forgive you. Love you too much not to,” I say, laughing a little. He smiles and laughs a bit too, thanking me as he pulls me in for another kiss.

We settle into bed together that night, cuddled close to each other, both of us enjoying the comfort we brought each other.

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[deviouz]

. . . soft dom!peter headcanons !!

soft dom!peter is truly attentive. he lives for your pleasure, always going out of his way to give you exactly what you need, no matter what. he knows each and every one of your erogenous zones are, where to poke and prod to have you keening high in the back of your throat.

“yeah? you want me to touch right here, baby? don’t worry, sweet girl, i’ll give you just what you need, yeah?”

soft dom!peter who can’t stand when you go out of your way to deliberately disobey him or act bratty. he just hates to deliver punishments, but what choice do you leave him when you bark out such unkind insults with that sharp tongue of yours? it’s almost like you want him to bend you over his lap and spank all of that attitude out of you.

“just couldn’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut, hm? god, i can’t stand seeing you cry, but i have to keep that attitude in check. now, don’t make this harder than it has to be and bend over.”

soft dom!peter who will sing you praise after praise until you’ve gone shy and whiny and feel light headed due to the blood rushing to your face. he’ll praise you at any given moment, whenever the mood arises, simply because he can, and he holds you dearly to his heart.

“there’s my sweet girl. you’ve been good for me today, yeah? ‘course you have, always so fuckin’ good for me. c’mere, baby, i think you deserve a reward.”

soft dom!peter loves how easily it is to get you all flustered and desperate for whatever kind of touch he’ll give you. he’ll get you all riled up, until your hips can’t help but move on their own accord, drooling cunt rubbing against his thigh like there’s no tomorrow. he’ll smile real sweet, hands dancing along your waist and hips, giddy at the thought of you coming undone yet yearning for more.

“c’mon, sweetheart, use your words and tell me what you want. aw, what’s wrong? is your brain too fuzzy to think clearly? poor thing, let me take care of you.”

soft dom!peter who holds your hands when he eats you out. tucked between two pretty and plush thighs, he’ll have you trying to push him away when it gets to be too much. you’ve already came three times, yet he hasn’t relented in the slightest. it’s almost like you can see his smirk as he peers up, face covered in slick and hair a mess.

“i think you’ve got one more in you, darling. you know i can’t help myself — you just taste too damn good, especially when you moan so prettily. be a good girl and give me another one, okay?”

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[cauliplea]

DR. RATIO X GN! READER!

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"Unanswered" Love Letter...

Tags: Fluff, Crack, GN!reader

Summary: Giving a love letter to the stoic doctor, hoping for a relationship or a date, instead getting a grammatical correction. Oh, and you are colleagues because student-teacher is weird. 

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You felt like a high school girl, standing in front of the class Ratio taught with a love letter in your hand and a dusting of pink on your cheeks. God, you were a grown adult for fucks sake; get a hold of yourself!

 

Taking deep breaths to calm the giddy feeling inside you before you pushed the door open and peeked in to see if Ratio was there.

 

He was, in fact, there, sitting at his desk and looking at papers on his desk. The room was quiet, aside from the occasional sound of the clock ticking. It was around six p.m., and every student had already left, leaving you two alone in a room dimly lit by the sunset's light peeking through the window.

 

Hearing the door open, the man turned his head towards the sound, raising his brow when he saw you enter with a flushed face. You and him weren't really strangers; he just saw you as a "nuisance" that occasionally followed him around and made him feel a weird sensation in his heart. Of course, the man wasn't a stranger to the idea of love, but he refused any romantic thoughts or comments about it.

 

Anyway, it was still weird seeing you here at this hour of the day. He let go of the pen in his hand and turned his chair to face you with his arms resting on the armrests and his cheek on the palm of his hand.

 

"Fancy seeing... you, here. What is it that you want?" He spoke sharply, his demeanor almost bored.

 

You opened your mouth, closing it when you couldn't find the courage to speak, making Ratio agitated as he got up from his chair and walked towards you with his hands clasped behind his back.

 

Stopping in front of you, he leaned down and tilted his head. His eyes bore into yours, and his voice was laced with annoyance when he spoke.

 

"Is there something wrong or not? Do not waste my time."

 

You bit your lip before just taking out the letter from behind your back and extending it towards Ratio. With the words you wanted to say stuck in your throat, you looked away in embarrassment.

 

"What... is this?" Ratio dubiously leaned down to look at the letter, pushing his glasses up as he glanced between your face and the letter. After a bit of contemplation, he finally took the letter out of your hand.

 

Not wanting to see his reaction, you ran out of the classroom, causing him to snap his head back towards you and think about calling after you, but he brushed it off, directing his attention back to the letter instead.

 

When he noticed you disappear out of sight, he went back to his chair, sitting with his legs crossed as he opened up the letter.

 

His eyes drew over the letter once, then twice, then three times. His face heated up more every time he found himself re-reading the words written. He got so flustered to the point that he had to put down the letter and hide his face in his hands to take a breather and process everything.

 

His heart was beating so fast that he could hear it in his ears, his thoughts running wild in his head as he groaned and leaned back in his chair before grabbing the letter again. 

 

He glared at the piece of paper with an embarrassed frown before he pushed his glasses up again and grabbed a red pen. 

 

He was going to check and correct every grammar mistake in the letter.

 

After an hour of correcting everything and writing notes next to some sentences (for example, crossing over every "I love you" and putting two red question marks next to them.) He wrote down '5/10, see me after class.' at the end of the letter in big, bold letters. He hoped it would make it obvious that he wasn't rejecting the confession.

It was the only way he could think of to respond; there was no way he could write a sappy, affectionate letter in response! 

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Cauliplea On Ao3.

Authors Note: This was supposed to be for valentines day but I am a tad bit late. might make a part two depending on the traction.

betas note: YAOIIIII

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[sydsaint]

Not afraid to admit I'm in love with his problematic ass <3

Summary: The reader wins the women rumble only to be teased by Punk. So when he loses his rumble she can't pass up the opportunity to get some revenge.

The crowd in the arena is deafeningly loud as they all scream and cheer around you. It's been over an hour since you came out in the women's rumble match as number 3, and somehow you're still here. Every inch of your body is drenched in sweat and everything aches. But you aren't done yet.

Four women remain in the match, including you. Becky Lynch, Bayley, and Liv Morgan are all much fresher than you are. But none of them have the unbridled passion and desire to win like you do.

"Sorry, Becky." You grab ahold of Becky's leg and dump her over the ropes after faking a temporary alliance with her.

Becky tumbles to the floor and it's down to three. Liv and Bayley start going at it in one of the corners of the ring and you see your opening. You rush to the corner and shove Bayley into the turnbuckle. Bayley hits Liv who has been teetering on the apron and Liv sails down to the floor.

One left.

You waste no time and grab Bayley's waist. She struggles against your grip, but your raw strength is too much for her. You muster all the strength you have left haul Bayley over your head and drop her. She tumbles over the top rope and hits the ground with a loud thud.

You did it. You won.

The bell rings and your exhaustion gets the better of you. You sink to your knees breathing heavily as one of the referee's on the outside heads in to raise your hand.

About 15 minutes later you head backstage with a giddy smile on your face. You've got Rhea at Wrestlemania this year. And you aren't going to squander this opportunity. Nothing can ruin this moment.

"Well well well, don't you look nice." A familiar voice greets you on the other side of the curtain and your smile fades.

"Fuck you, Phillip." You come face to face with CM Punk. You sneer at the shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he blocks your path. "Move out of the way you entitled dickhead." You spit at him.

"And miss the chance to congratulate you on your big win, YN?" Punk replies cooly.

You stand your ground and stare at him, despite the fact that every fiber of your being is sore and exhausted. But Punk has a way of lighting a fire in you. In more ways than one, unfortunately.

"Good luck out there tonight, Punk. I sincerely hope that Cody kicks your ass and dumps you over the top rope." You flash a fake smile at him before shouldering past him.

"You know you love me, sweetheart!" Punk calls after you as you walk off.

You head back to the locker room and get a good shower in. The hot water eases the fatigue and ache in your body and you feel much better after. Since you're feeling better you head backstage again so you can watch the men's rumble match unfold.

When you arrive backstage the match is up to number 20. You watch Bron Breakker come out and dominate the field. You and Bron used to hang out in NXT before you got called up. You smile to yourself as the match drags on and Bron picks up some eliminations for himself and makes plans to talk to him after the show to catch up.

"Oh god. They gave him lucky number 27?" You scoff when it's Punk's turn to head out.

You roll your eyes at his confidence and bravado, ignoring that voice in the back of your mind that finds him so damn hot when he's acting all high and mighty. The match drags on for another twenty minutes until it's just Punk and Cody left.

"Yes! Get his ass, Cody!" You cheer when Rhodes tosses Punk out of the ring. "Nice! Serves his entitled ass right." You smile to yourself when the bell rings.

The camera pans to Punk sitting on the floor in defeat and a thought pops into your head. 'god he looks so pathetic.' You think to yourself. 'and kind of hot all defeated and on his knees.'

You decide to hang around and rub it in some when Punk comes trudging through the curtain.

"Well well well, don't you look nice?" You mimic Punk's earlier statement with a grin.

Punk picks his head up and meets your gaze. Your smile is the same cocky and self-important one he was wearing earlier in the night. You're doing the same thing he was earlier. Only difference is you're set to main event Wrestlemania in two months with Rhea. And Punk just lost to Cody freaking Rhodes.

"Awe, what's wrong, Phil?" You laugh. "Night didn't go like you planned?"

"Yeah, real mature, sweetheart." Punk grumbles to himself. "Move out of the way." He demands.

You can't help but widen the smile on your face if that's even possible. "What? And miss the chance to rub this loss in your face?" You snicker.

Punk steps up to you but you don't budge. He comes to a stop inches from your face and stares at you. And you stare right back.

"Doesn't feel good, does it, Phillip?" You ask with a grin.

"You're real mature. You know that?" Punk fires back.

You continue to stand your ground and lick your lips. The tension in the air is palpable at this point. "I am almost 20 years younger than your geriatric ass." You remind him.

"Brat." Punk growls at you and finally shoulders past you.

"Awe, what's the matter, Daddy? Can't take the heat?" You laugh as he stomps off. "What happened to all that confidence from earlier? What was it you said? Oh, right! You know you love me, sweetheart!" You continue to call after him until he's out of sight.

Zoey Stark comes around the corner having heard everything and walks over to your side. "You two seriously need to just fuck already." She complains. "Because y'all are getting out of hand backstage."

"Oh, I'm just having some fun, Zoey." You wave your hand dismissively. "Besides, that old man couldn't handle all of this." You gesture to yourself with a grin.

"If you say so." Zoey shrugs. "Oh, well damn. Look at that." She laughs and points across the room.

You glance in the direction Zoey is pointing and find Punk making a B-line across the room toward you. Zoey walks off and you are left alone to confront your annoyingly sexy rival.

"Finally think of a comeback old man?" You ask Punk with a wink.

"You've got a big fucking mouth, you know that?" Punk growls and grabs ahold of your arm. "Luckily for you, I have experience handling girls with too much attitude" He adds, now wearing a smirk that sightly concerns you.

You dig your heels into the carpet in protest to being dragged off. "Now hold on a second!"

"Oh, it's too late to beg, sweetheart. You're coming with me." Punk replies and continues to drag you off.

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[pupkashi]

This might be a little self-indulgent prompt because I’m currently in my Christmas jammies but imagine Satoru seeing you for the first time in your Christmas elf pajamas that you wear every year

ANON THIS IS O CUTE 😭😭😭😭 no because i got my first matching pj set this year and I’m SO excited to wear them 😭😭😭

i can imagine him already unpacking the ornaments to decorate the tree and you’re like “hold on i have to get in uniform,” with the most serious look on your face.

he’s just standing them dumbfounded, shiny ornament in his hand as you walk into your shared bedroom, energizing minutes later clad in your matching christmas jammies, fuzzy socks with polar bears in Santa hats on your feet.

“alright I’m ready,” you smile, satoru’s mouth is open a bit, a smile on his face and eyes sparkling as he takes you in.

he didn’t think it was possible, but he loved you more now than he did before. “you look so-” he begins, “silly?” you cut him off, he shakes his head immediately.

“adorable!” he exclaims, setting the ornament down and taking two king strides before swooping you into his arms. “god i love you so much,” he giggles, pressing kisses all over your face, “Santa’s little helper,” he laughs, setting you down, “you know what it’s fitting! considering how short you are.”

you gasp at him, smacking his arm playfully, “you’re just tall! anyone to you is short,” you huff. satoru pressing a kiss to your pouty lips, smiling when throw your arms over his shoulders, fingers playing with the tuft of snowy hair at the nape of his neck (he’s glad his hair was overgrown if meant you’d play with it like this).

“we’ll now i just feel left out,” he sighs dramatically, “just ‘cause I’m tall i cant have christmas jammies? i cant be an elf with my lover?” satoru could’ve been an actor, an Oscar nominee at that.

there’s already tears pricking his eyes when you laugh at him, pulling away from his embrace and grabbing the ornament he had set down. “I got you a matching set, in already on the bed.”

he would absolutely light up, giddy as he ran into the bedroom, changing faster than he ever had and emerging in a matching set, “now I’m ready to decorate!”

he never went another Christmas without a matching pj set, always making sure the two of you matched during the tree decoration.

#bonus if you want kids: he buys the whole family matching set #even the dog and / or cat #shows everyone too #i love festive things #i love Christmas #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru drabble #gojo satoru imagine #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen drabble #jujutsu kaisen fluff #gojo fluff

[byhees]

loveberry taste.

엔하이픈 형선 ・ female reader + word count 1500 genre fluff high school au different tropes including bestfriends2lovers, fake dating, neighbours2lovers, academicrivals2lovers warnings not proof-read kissing skinship light profanity mention of death — more

a/n. dream dumping!

best friends to lovers | heeseung

at this very point, he probably knows more about your coffee orders than you do; after all, you both have been practically inseparable since elementary— sort of like two peas in a pod. however, it’s only recent that he has started noticing the little things about you; like the way your eyes light up when you’re talking about something you’re passionate about, or the way you play with a strand of your hair whenever you’re nervous, twirling the lock in your fingers.

and sure, at times when you lean a tad too close to him, or when you get on your tiptoes to wipe off a food smudge by the corners of his lips, he does fluster a little bit— but isn’t that completely normal? and sure, when your parents constantly singsong about how adorable you two would look together, mood all giddy, he can’t help but to flush a little— but that has to be normal..!

it truly only hits him, then and there, when you both are in the midst of a slow dance; it’s a passing joke amongst you both that if you two wind up date-less for prom, you’d just go with one another. and so, here you both are, a hand of his resting on the dip of your waist, and your own perched on his shoulder; the song’s pretty— melodic and just the right pace.

it’s only when you both sway gently to the rhythm of the piece, that he realises a little something; surely, that surreal glow to your face isn’t just due to the soft, dim lighting of the hall— you look really pretty. and especially now, when you both are in such close proximity with each other, you strike him as so, so attractive.

when you accidentally slip on air and stumble a tad, he catches you, holding you with a firm and steady grip; and oh my god, you look stunning, even whilst collecting yourself from the momentary stagger; his heart’s thumping so quickly against his chest, and he can feel his cheeks heating up from your mere gaze— could he be in love?

fake dating | jongseong

it’s out of a whim that he proposes you two are dating; after all, he’s practically being cornered right there, and the only way out is to, don’t know, point at the bulletin board behind him, and hope his finger doesn’t land on someone who’s already romantically involved— “oh yeah, uhm, this is her..! yn…!”

he knows it’s extremely sudden to burst into your classroom in this extreme flurry, but he’s got to make establish some form of common standing point with his clueless counterpart; and so, a little deal had been struck in the midst of the stairwell— he’d help you out with maths, and you’d help him with this whole fake dating scheme!

it had been relatively smooth-sailing near the start— of course, it’s inevitable to have those very awkward interactions and close encounters, but soon after, you both had gotten pretty accustomed to the idea of them; it’s the stereotypical ‘here is the contract with things we shouldn’t do, and things we should’ situation, and he’d reckon that you both are doing well in this two-way plan.

and it’s only a little after that he realises a little change; hell, surely it’s not normal to giggle so incredibly hard at every single text message your fake girlfriend sends you.. but here he is, tossing and turning in his bed, his phone clutched in his hands. it’s strange, for sure, to feel genuine euphoria whenever you pull him in for a quick kiss, explaining that a person was right round the corner, to personally come over to pick you up for hangouts every other day, making sure that he’s dressed to the nines to, maybe, impress you.

he is well aware, alright, that he’s now excusing every single sweet gesture as a ‘we gotta make it believable, am i right?’ thing; well, he can’t exactly break it to you that he now wishes upon every shooting star that this were real, that you’d feel the same as him after every kiss, that you’d, maybe, feel the same every time you both linger a second too long after a hug.

it’s only when he’s pulling away from a particularly drawled out kiss, that he notices the way your eyes have gone wide, how your cheeks have been tinted with that one shade of pink, and how your lips are just slightly parted. and my god, you’re gorgeous. it only hits him then that there’s truly no where else he’d rather be at— he’s falling for you, for real this time.

neighbours to lovers | jaeyun

well, first impressions are really important to him, so when you first showed up by his doorstep, a little plate with chocolate chip cookies piled atop, he knew that he could not afford to mess this up; after all, you’re literally living right across his home, and if he were to completely embarrass himself, he’d probably never step foot outside his cute little residence…!

and it’s as though you two happened to be reunited soulmates or something, because he hit it off with you almost instantly; your bubbly personality, paired with your strikingly similar humour, just clicked perfectly with his own.

regular hangouts becoming a you-two thing now; daring each other to do the most ridiculous things and actually doing it— using a really really bad pick up line on a stranger, and scrambling away in embarrassment; getting ice cream for the other on really humid days— just knowing what flavour they’d prefer; him being comfortable enough with you to share his personal belongings— his shirts are your shirts now!

him now finding every excuse to talk to you again; the deliveryman keeps mixing up your packages with his, and even though he’d return them to you the following day, he now orders a bunch of random things online just to see you once more; him unknowingly admiring you for seconds longer than usual, and absolutely faltering when you catch him in the act— the heaps of reasons slipping past his lips are mortifyingly bad, at best.

okay, maybe he just wants to be in your presence for a little longer; can’t blame him though, he just finds you so incredibly likable… and funny, and pretty, and smart… and— oh. is he catching feelings…?

academic rivals to lovers | sunghoon

it’s quite ironic actually, how horribly dissimilar you both are when it comes to virtually anything, well, anything besides academics— hard workers, complete devotion, and absolutely ruthless when it comes to topping the finals.

well, what’s also ironic is that you’ve turned to him for some tutoring help after falling terribly behind on one of your classes; very much contrary to the grimace written all over your face, there’s this humongous, beaming smile glued onto his— it’s very much because of this little academic hold he has over you; one point to him, zero to you!

oh, and what a coincidence, because you both have been paired together on some partner project that’s apparently forty percent worth your entire grade! well, it’s only out of pure concern over his own grade weightage, that he reaches out to you, offering to cover your portions of the presentation after spotting the dark bags under your eyes, and the pale, rugged look to your face— “god, you looked like death warmed over. just give the cards to me, i’ll do it. and no, don’t misunderstand. i’m only doing this so my grade doesn’t suffer from your screw up. this means nothing”.

even though he tells himself that, he can’t help but to poke around and to occasionally check in on you— not verbally, or up front, of course; he’d, very casually, toss a little sandwich over at your direction, mentioning something along the lines of ‘they gave me an extra for free’; he can’t let you know that he’s doing so because he’s genuinely worried about your health— oh, he meant to say, because he’s bored out of his wits from not having you around to tease. so don’t fall ill again, if not he’ll probably combust from pure ennui.

he can’t even pinpoint the exact reason as to why he’s being so nice to you; you’re supposed to be his arch nemesis, the perfect example of intolerable, absolutely insufferable, so why is it that you’re actually kind of fun to talk to? in fact, he’s actively pausing in his spot, two cups of coffee in hand— one for you, the other for him— thinking about this.

getting flustered by actions that used to be despicable to him; he can feel the tips of his ears heating up every time you lean close to jut a finger at him, brows furrowing with complete disbelief at how he’s just called you ‘babe’ in front of a teacher— he has always used that term playfully, so why is it that his heart’s skipping multiple beats now? could it be that… he’s in love with you?

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[bluekidchaos]

Kinktober day 4 - Emily Prentiss

this may be a little bit bad idk, but this is a dream scenario, who wouldn't want these two dimming the fuck out of you

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader x Aaron Hotchner

Prompt: Humiliation

Warnings: 18+, bi/pan!reader, voyeurism, humiliation, sex toys, fingering, masturbation (male), jerking off with panties, oral (on sex toy), maybe a bit of dub-con if you squint, pet names

Words: 3.1k

Can also be read on AO3!

Kinktober masterlist. Regular masterlist.

It was Friday night, date night for you and Emily. At 5 pm you started gathering your things and getting ready to go home with your girlfriend. You were the two last people in the office, except Hotch, of course, most had opted for an early night.

You walked over to her desk and leaned over her, putting your chin on the top of her head. "You ready to go, baby?" 

Emily whined a little before spinning around in her chair, "I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to stay a bit late. But how about you go home and prepare for the night, hm?" 

Pouting at her you leaned over again to kiss her before sighing. "Okay, I'll see you at home." You kissed her once again and grabbed your jacket to leave.

The second you got into your shared apartment your phone dinged with a message, 

Put on that new pretty lingerie for me and be ready, we're trying something new tonight ;)  

The anticipation of what she had planned made you shiver, you went into action. You take a shower, washing off your body to feel fresh and moisturizing with a peach-scented moisturizer after. Feeling refreshed and giddy you dig through your closet to find the newest addition in your somewhat extensive lingerie collection (Emliy really loved spoiling you with them), and you pick up the light pink babydoll and matching panties. 

After putting the set on you make sure the box with your toys is sitting out and then you wait. You really wanted to start without her, have her coming home to you whimpering on the bed as you fingered yourself but you didn't wanna spoil her surprise so you stayed sitting on the bed. 

Another 10 minutes passed and your phone finally dinged with the message that she was on her way up. You were a little nervous, wondering which of the scenarios you had discussed at earlier times she would be playing out tonight. 

The door opened and closed, steps sounding from the hallway making their way to the bedroom. For a second it sounded like more than one pair of footsteps but you didn't have time to ponder on it before Hotch stepped into the bedroom. 

Your eyes widened and you were frozen in place, what the fuck was your boss doing in your bedroom? You snapped out of your daze and quickly looked for something to cover yourself with.

Emily stepped into the room after Hotch and laughed a bit at your reaction, "Oh no, babe, don't cover yourself up. Let him see you." 

You could almost physically feel his eyes roaming your semi-exposed body but you did what your girlfriend instructed and let the blanket you had grabbed drop to the floor, now standing up in front of them. "What's going on, Em?" 

They had both moved into the room more, cornering you to the bed and making you have to sit down again. You looked up at them from your place, one of Emily's hands coming up to cup your chin. "Remember how we discussed a possible threesome?" You nodded. "Right, I told you I don't like sharing, which is still true but I wanted to treat you. So I invited Aaron to watch me fuck you til you become a brainless little whore." 

She finished the sentence with a quick kiss on your lips. The sweetness of her kiss almost distracted you from what she had said. Your gaze wandered onto Hotch, you felt your stomach twisting with pleasure at the mere thought of him seeing you like this. He was looking down at you with a rare smile, "Are you okay with this?" 

You nodded again before responding, assuming he wanted a verbal answer. "God, yes." He smiled at you again. You had always been into the idea of being fucked by two people but having one person just watch made you feel a certain way, it felt embarrassing and thrilling all at once, making you squirm a bit. 

You hoped they didn't notice your thighs pressing together subtly but of course, they did, you're all profilers after all. 

"Now, he already knows the rules, no touching you or actually participating. He's only watching." Emily started speaking again, making you turn your head back to her and you pouted a bit at him not being allowed to touch you but you understood. 

It made Em laugh again however and she turned to Aaron -it was kinda weird calling him that- with a smirk, "She kinda has a crush on you, it's kinda cute actually. I'm sure she'd be all over you if she wasn't mine, she's a bit needy like that." 

You zoned out a bit and didn't hear the rest of their conversation, just looking at the two of them and imagining what this was gonna be like, and next thing you know Aaron is sitting on a chair facing the bed and Emily is standing next to the bed by the toy box. 

He had discarded his suit jacket and tie, the top three buttons of his shirt were undone and his sleeves rolled up. He looked absolutely gorgeous like this. His legs were spread a bit and you could see a bit of an outline, he looked huge. 

"Like what you see, sweetie?" Your cheeks burned with humiliation at having been caught staring but it seemed to affect Aaron in a different way. He brought his hand to his crotch and palmed himself while looking at you. You almost had to look away but you couldn't.

You looked back up to Em and she was looking at you with a mischievous glint in her eye, "How about you put on a show, strip for us." She encouraged you to stand in between them as she took a seat at the foot of the bed. 

You felt nervous, you had done this before -many times in fact- but never with more than one set of eyes on you. You were facing Aaron, his hand still resting on his now larger bulge. Taking a deep breath you dragged your hands up your body, catching some of the flowing fabric and pulling it up with your movements before coming up and squeezing your tits. The movement continued up and over your shoulders pulling down your shoulder straps while your hands traveled down again. Letting the baby doll fall to the floor, exposing your breasts to Aaron's intense gaze. 

Your hands continued their travel down your stomach now and over your hips, thumbs catching in the hems of your panties, and slowly pulled them down your legs. You bent deep to take your panties off, giving your girlfriend a good view of your ass and pussy in the progress. 

You could feel your panties were practically drenched at this point as you picked them from the floor, you decided to give them to Aaron. Sure he couldn't touch you but you wanted him to feel how wet you were. 

He groaned when his hand made contact with the lace, feeling it between his thumb and two fingers, your wetness clinging onto his fingers. "Fuck, sweetheart," He caught you off guard by putting his fingers into his mouth to taste you and you could feel your pussy clench at the sight. "You taste heavenly."

Before you could respond you felt Emily place kisses on your neck and shoulders, making your head fall back. You didn't know when but you could feel that she had taken her own clothes off, now only in her bra and matching panties. 

Her hand roamed up your body, groping your tits and rolling your nipples between her thumb and forefinger. "Isn't she just the prettiest girl you've ever seen, boss?" 

You couldn't help but moan at her actions and words, she was practically biting at your neck now, bruising it to her liking. The use of 'boss' reminding you of exactly what kind of situation you were in and you looked at Aaron, he had pulled his dick out by now and you almost choked on your own spit seeing it, Em's choice of words had clearly gotten to him too because his cock twitched and he gave a grunt.

Emily pulled you back by your hips and had you sitting between her legs against the headboard, she tried spreading your legs open but a wave of embarrassment hit you. You were about to fully expose yourself to your boss. "Come on, pretty girl." She started kissing your neck again to make you relax. "Show him your pretty little pussy." She managed to get her legs under yours and spread open your legs with her own. 

Aaron audibly moaned at the sight of you. "Prettiest fucking cunt I've ever seen, baby."

You blushed and turned your head to the side, you really were about to have sex in front of your boss. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, you were impossibly turned on but you felt so ashamed by it which in turn made you wetter.  

"No, no baby. Look at him, don't be rude to our guest now." Emily gripped your face and harshly turned it back to face Aaron who was now slowly stroking himself. His eyes fixated on the mess between your legs. 

While still holding your face with her left hand the other trailed down your body, sending shivers down your spine. Her right hand descended down to your core softly grazing your clit before slipping down further. She pressed two fingers to your hole and because you were so turned on already they slipped in with zero resistance. All three of you moaned in unison.

You wanted to throw your head back but the grip on your cheeks was still holding your head up making you watch the scene in front of you. Watching your boss getting lost in lust as he stroked himself with a steady pace, his eyes came up to meet yours, almost studying your face. 

Her fingers were working you at a fast pace, her thumb coming up to rub at your clit. Emily was magic with her fingers, making you come undone in a matter of minutes. She knew exactly where to touch you and what pace you liked. 

"You're taking my finger so well, my pretty little slut."

You could feel yourself teetering on the edge of your first orgasm, your moaning got higher in pitch and she felt your cunt clench on her fingers. 

"Awe, baby are you gonna come on my fingers?" Her tone was mocking but it only brought you closer to the edge. Her hand finally let go of your face and your head fell back on her shoulder as you bucked your hips wildly.

"Y-yes.. oh god." The hand that had been holding your head went down to fondle your breast and pinched your nipple hard, driving you over the edge. "A-ah, fuuck."

Emily worked you through your orgasm before moving you to sit on your own, she climbed over you quickly and kissed you deeply, her ass was in the air and her chest pressed against yours. No doubt giving Aaron quite a show. 

She pulled away and gave you a few kisses around the face in between words of praise, telling you how good you were for her and how pretty you were coming on her fingers before getting off the bed and going to the toy box. 

Emily pulled out a harness and put it on the bed before pulling out a pink dildo you hadn't seen before. "Aaron was kind enough to pick this one out for you, honey. Isn't that sweet of him?"

You looked over at Aaron who was also watching Emily prepare the harness before putting it on. "It's the closest I could find, I'm sure it'll do the trick." He smirked back at you with a knowing look.

His words didn't register until Emily was at the foot of the bed again, oh my god, this was his dick. Or at least as close as it got in size and length. You were about to be fucked by your boss's dick by your girlfriend while he was watching.

"How about you show him you're thankful by showing him how well you can take it? On your knees, slut." Your body went on automatics at this point, getting off the bed and on your knees. 

The dildo was big, maybe seven or eight inches, and thick. You looked over at Aaron's dick and indeed they looked similar. 

You raised up on your knees so you were face height with Emily's crotch, you tease the cock head with your tongue, running it up and down a small area and swirling it around before taking as much of the dildo in your mouth. 

This was bigger than any dick or dildo you had had before, only being able to take half into your mouth before gagging on it and pulling back, you looked up at Em with teary eyes. "Poor baby, is it too big for you? Can't take your boss's cock?" 

You could hear the squelching noise of Aaron's hand working himself and the groans he let out. You tried taking the dildo again, this time not letting up when you gag around the length. Spit dribbles down your chin and tears fill your eyes. 

You have to pull back for air, Emily is cooing at you from her position over you. "Awe, that's a pretty pathetic attempt baby. Gotta try harder than that, especially if you wanna get fucked by it. How are you gonna take it in your little cunt if you can't even take it in your mouth?" 

The tears in your eyes were falling at her harsh words, humiliation flashing through you. Aaron had gone through all this trouble to find the perfect dildo for you and you couldn't even take it. You pout and dare look at him through the corner of your eye, he was breathing heavily and his hand had stilled but still gripped his cock. 

"I'll be good I promise, I'll do better!" You looked at Aaron fully now, tears running down your cheeks, chin covered in dried spit. You looked like a mess. 

"Oh, I'm sure you will sweetheart. You just gotta try harder, yeah?" The look in his eyes looked sincere. "Remember to breathe through your nose."

You nodded and turned back to the dildo with determination, taking it back into your mouth, going slow to not hurt yourself. You bobbed your head back and forth a couple of times, each time going further in until all of a sudden your nose nudged the strap. You had taken it all the way!

Both Aaron and Emily moaned and praised you. "Fuuuck, good girl." 

"Such a good slut."

You pulled back again and gave a triumphant smile at the both of them and Emily stroked your hair, "Ready for the big finish?" 

You practically dashed up on the bed making both of them laugh. 

"Here baby, let me lay down first, I want you to ride me." Emily placed herself in the middle of the bed, half sitting, and leaned back on her forearms. 

You climbed over her to place yourself over the silicone toy but Emily stopped you, "No no, face him." You felt heat creep up your cheeks as you turned around to face Aaron before lowering yourself onto the dildo. Looking into his eyes as you sank down onto his cock. 

Moaning as it reached deep inside you, almost like it was in your gut. Your hands grasped onto Emily's thighs and you leaned forward a little. You started lifting your lower body, letting the cock slip out of you but not all the way before slamming down on it and letting out a loud moan.

You set a brutal pace, fucking yourself on the dildo fast and hard. Your thighs burned with exhaustion but you couldn't stop and didn't want to. Feeling the silicone rubbing against your walls and hitting that perfect spot inside of you, looking at Aaron and imagining it was him underneath you. "Fu-uck, Aaron, your cock feels so good. So big inside me"

His pace had become faster, trying to match your own. He was using your discarded panties to jerk off with, the wetness on the material helping. "Yeah? You look so beautiful stuffed with cock, baby." He took a moment to look you over, the way your tits bounced with your movement, the way your eyes were hazy with lust. "Does it feel good? Fucking yourself in front of me? Getting lost in pleasure in front of your boss?" 

The shame sat low in your stomach, mixing with the pleasure and threatening to push you over. "Ugh, yes. Yes, it feels so good! I'm so close." 

As the words and moans were spilling out of your mouth Emily's hand crept around your body and landed on your clit. "You gonna be a good little whore for us now and come on his cock?" 

You whimpered at the contact, she pinched at you and rubbed tight circles making you go faster on the toy. 

You didn't fall over the edge, you were violently thrown over it. Your whole body shook with the force of your orgasm, insides pulsing and trapping the dildo inside you as you still on in. In the distance, you could hear Aaron's groaning and a faint 'fuck' as he came into your panties. 

Emily softly guided you off the toy and back on the bed to lie down, both of them were praising you, telling you how amazing you were. Aaron had disappeared into the bathroom to fetch a washcloth and Em was taking off the harness, laying it to the side for now before crawling into bed with you.

She was holding you in her arms, whispering sweet words to you. "You did so well, honey. Always so good. I love you so much." 

Aaron came back and cleaned up the mess between your legs, being careful not to put too much pressure on your sensitive cunt. He took an extra moment just looking at you, committing your body to his memory. 

You reached an arm out for him, motioning for him to lie down on your other side. 

He gave a quick glance to Emily and she nodded to him before laying down and holding you too. 

You knew this was probably never gonna happen again and that you'll never speak of it with him but you couldn't be happier right now, feeling utterly satisfied surrounded by your two favorite people.

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[morgandoesstuffsig]

Hello! Idk if your requests are open but I just wanted to get this off my head before I forget it😅

I was thinking a sagau with a creator reader who’s secretly a super-genius( iq of a gods level) who sees everything like it’s a hologram?( stuff like math, science, medical, mechanical, strategies, etc…) how do you thing they would react if they got to see from the creators perspective? Who would find it useful? Who would find it more annoying? Who would be impressed about it? How would take advantage of it in battle?

Ah, my requests are indeed open as of right now! when I first read this I thought of that one woman and the random ass math equations meme :sobs: also childe's is short 'cause idk what to do for him...

anyways, this is a cool idea!! chars. used are : Al-Haitham, Childe, and Kaveh. i love Kaveh sm :((<3

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AL-HAITHAM

Oh, when Al-Haitham first saw you randomly fiddling with seemingly the air, he thought maybe something might be wrong with you. Maybe you were sleep deprived? Sick? Tired? Slightly delusional? You, of course, noticed he was staring at you and sighed.

"Stop staring at me like I'm crazy and just come over here and look." He quickly nodded and obeyed. He would never even think of taking another moment to stop. He quickly approached next to you, and then out of nowhere, suddenly a bunch of light [color] words, symbols, and numbers appeared infront of you two. He looked at them, hen back at you, and then back at them. What were these? So many equations he'd never seen before... You glanced at his confused face and suppressed a laugh.

How cute he is when he is confused, you thought, smiling to yourself. He was trying pretty hard to understand them, though it was all something only you really knew.

He slowly gained the courage to ask, "What... are these..?"

"Well, my lovely little scribe, these are all problems and formulas from which I've learned. I haven't implemented them into Teyvat at all, of course though."

'Lovely little scribe..?' He thought, his face heating up a bit. "I-if you don't mind me asking, why didn't you..?" 'Archons, did I really just stutter.. how embarrassing...'

"Well, there really isn't a reason for anyone here to learn it. I merely use it so could help me control the events of Teyvat easier. There is no need for anyone on Teyvat to learn such a thing, if they do not possess the power I do." You said, smiling at his reaction to his new nickname.

"I.. see.. That is very.. interesting." He said, trying to process it all as he glanced at you, just to see you smiling at him, and quickly looked back at the hologram. He couldn't handle it-- you were just too much for him to handle. [positively, of course. he loved the creator in a lot of ways.]

"Not as interesting as you, love."

"!!!"

Oh archons, you've broke him!

end : 1/3

KAVEH

you have no idea how down bad I am for this man istg

"I'm surprised you've gotten the hang of this already! N-Not that I doubted you of course, but most people don't learn so quickly! N-No that I mean to say you're most people, you aren't!! B-But I don't mean to try and single you out, nor do I mean to mean to say you're the same--" Kaveh tripped over all his words, trying to make sure they weren't going to offend you at all, but he just kept poking holes in each until he heard you let out a light laugh.

"It's alright Kaveh. I know what you're trying to say, thank you. I've just got a nifty little trick up my sleeve."

...Archons, he loved your laugh. It made him feel so giddy.

"Do you mind telling me? I-I just want to se if I could use it to hurry and finish my work faster, not that I mean to use you or anything, but--"

You could sense he was about to go on another trail of thoughts, so you simply smiled and said, "It is not a trick that can be learned, it's more of a power I possess." He nodded, and internally sighed.

"...Come here, let me show you. I'll let you decided whether it's useful or not." You said, motioning for him to stand next to you.

What an honor it is, to be invited next to the Divine Creator, and how important it is... and how I get too! Ah, happy day! He thought, as he happily sped walked his way next to you. What happened next, made him feel as if he was ascending.

You carefully grabbed Kaveh's hand and guided up into the air, and as he tilted his head in confusion as a blush appeared on his cheeks, suddenly words, numbers, problems, and more appeared on thin air! They all had solutions and such, and he could understand most of them because they were the ones you two were just working on, but others had unfamiliar letters and language, with different numbers and much different ways of solving them.

"So? What do you think?" You inquired, looking at him to see his reaction. He was completely astonished. You did all of this in one day?! Not say he was doubting you or anything, but he'd never seen it before! Such complex things that took him and others so long took you merely a minute or two!

"...woah." Was all he could mutter as he stared up at the hologram.

You chuckled, and said, "There's one more thing I'd like to show you..." And you guided his hand to another part of the hologram, as if you were swiping. Suddenly, a bunch of blueprints and diagrams appeared, and he quickly recognized them. They were his future projects he had planned on! He stared at them, then at you, and then just turned red. Both because he was flustered, and because he was blown away.

You'd been thinking about.. me..? And from the looks of it.. you've been trying to.. help me?!

You smiled and squeezed his hand, and he had to muffle a little 'eep!'

...He did not do very well muffling it. You chuckled and whispered in his ear, "You're so cute Kaveh, you know that?"

God, he loved the way his named rolled off of your tounge.

[i love kaveh to a normal amount i swear..]

end : 2/3

CHILDE / TARTAGLIA

"What're you doing?"

"Solving formulas to see which artifacts are best for this fight." You answered, continuing to move and use your hologram.

"A fight is a fight! What're artifacts really needed for?" He groaned, dramatically.

"For you? To do more damage. Some others do better support, off-field, healing--"

"Yeah but isn't doing so much math boringgg?" He drawed out, he just wanted to fight this [boss] already!

"Do you want to win this fight?"

"..Well, yeah..!"

"Then let me check these artifacts."

He whined, dramatically. He didn't really see why you needed that stupid hologram, it was quite annoying... taking up all your attention when he's right there! Sure he can't read half of those equations, but he can entertain you more than that 'floating screen' can! That's for sure!

Though, Childe wouldn't push anymore. You're the creator, whatever you say goes.

"Aand... done! Now use these artifacts and--" You handed him the artifacts before he eagerly put them on and grabbed your hand before you could get caught up in those stupid little symbols again.

"Let's go, Your Grace!!! I don't wanna wait any longer!!" He semi-shouted enthusiastically, holding onto you gently. You smiled, and shook your head lightly, but silently laughed.

...maybe you could let it slide this time.

end : 3/3

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[barzysunflower]

see it with the lights out — mat barzal

thank you so so much for following along with this series!! although I imagined it a bit longer and more detailed I hope you still like the way it turned out!!

word count: 1.8k

read previous parts first!! MASTERLIST

FOUR — you’re in love

December 29th

"Mat," you took a deep breath, mustering up all your courage. "Lando and I broke up."

The line went dead.

Dead. He just hung up. Was he serious? Not that you knew how he'd react, but complete silence? You fell back into you pillows with a frustrated groan and rubbed your face. Maybe you should have gone about this another way. Maybe you should have told him in person or told him differently or at a later time. God, what just happened?

You laid in your bed replaying the phone conversation over and over trying to see what went wrong. Trying to sleep while your brain was going crazy was impossible. You tossed and turned. Your book didn't help neither did turning on the TV.

Suddenly, a sharp knock sounded through your small apartment. You instinct was to grab something sharp and heavy, but the first thing that somewhat fit that category was a book. The knocking didn't stop, then you heard your name. Mat.

You jumped up from your bed, dropping everything in your hands to race to your front door. You ripped it open, without another thought.

And there he stood. All handsome and cute. It was crazy how you suddenly saw him through a different lens. His hand lowered to his side and you both stood, still as statues, staring at each other. With a closer look, he did look exhausted. His dress shirt was out of his pants with the first few buttons undone and he wasn't wearing a coat, even in the New York winter. His hair was a mess from combing through it too much, but his eyes were the dead giveaway that he wasn't doing well.

"Why did you break up?," he finally asked, breaking the silence. Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. You were too stunned to speak. It had been so long since you last saw him and the shock of him finally standing in front of you after months of hoping he would show up was too much.

"Why did you break up?," he repeated, his voice a bit more edge to it.

"Mat–" You suddenly felt small and shy in front of him as his eyes sharpened and pushed you back into your apartment.

"Why? I thought you were so happy."

"Mathew, please."

"You're killing me, please just tell me." Frustrated, his hand slipped through his hair. He looked so vulnerable, his deep green eyes glossy.

"I don't know. I–" He stepped closer, pushing you backwards until your back hit the wall. His deep green eyes were piercing into yours, turning your entire body into jello. Your heart was pounding so hard and fast you could feel it in your ears.

"I–" You couldn't get the words out, but your fingers reached out to gently caress a bruise on his face that he'd gotten from the game earlier.

His eyes closed as he took a deep breath and leaned into your light touch. With a burst of courage, you grabbed his face and closed the small gap between your lips.

You both sighed as your mouths opened and you got even closer as Mat grabbed you by your hips and pushed into you. His lips worked against yours, exploring; his thumbs lovingly pushing into your hip. You immediately fall into a rhythm, opening your mouths to each other. You were surprised at how easy it came to you, kissing your best friend, but in the last few months things had shifted and you saw him in a different light. He moaned, as your hands pushed into his hair, gently tugging on it and it only spurred you on to keep going.

You pulled away after a while, only enough that your lips separated, your foreheads still touching. His eyes were dark and lidded, his lips swollen and moist and his hair was messy. The look in his eyes was something you'd never seen before. He looked giddy and lustful at the same time.

"I've been wanting to do this for so long," Mat whispered and gently placed his lips against yours again. He only intended it to last a couple of seconds, but when you felt him pull away you pulled him back into you, already addicted to his soft lips.

"I don't know what's happening," you confessed a while later, still pressed up against the wall. "When you said that, I don't know, I started feeling things–"

"I'm sorry about that night. I didn't mean to tell you like that. Or tell you at all. I was just extremely jealous in that moment, but I shouldn't have let it out like that. I didn't mean to ruin things between us."

"No. I'm glad I know how you feel. It just came out of the blue. I'm sorry you felt like you couldn't tell me before." His lips grazed yours again.

"It didn't have anything to do with you. I was scared to ruin our friendship and it never seemed like you felt the same for me anyway, so I just let it be. I'd rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all."

You both paused, thinking about the last few weeks. "I'm sorry I left like that that night. And that I never called afterwards. I just– I didn't expect it and then I was kind of rethinking out whole relationship, but then Lando was being so sweet and I felt guilty thinking about you in a romantic way when I was seeing him and–"

"Ssh, it's okay. I should have called, too. I was a bit embarrassed after you left and then just hated myself for messing our friendship up." You cradled the side of his face.

"You didn't mess it up." He smiled, relief showing in his eyes.

"So we're all good?"

You nodded. "Yeah. We're all good." You had your best friend back.

"So," he grinned, standing straight and walking backwards into your apartment. "You thought about me romantically?"

Embarrassed, you threw your hand against your face, but you followed him where he had settled on your couch. "I– I don't know. I'm confused now. I've never felt such an urge to kiss my best friend."

He chuckled. "Welcome to my life."

You slapped him, but couldn't help but chuckle. "Seriously, we really need to talk about this."

"What? That I've been desperately in love with you for the past few years? That I'm so fucking relieved you're not dating that insufferable jerk anymore? That you actually just kissed me back like I've been dying for for years?"

Your heart ached for him and the pain he must have felt throughout the years. But you that's exactly what you wanted to know.

"Ok, first things first. Lando and I broke up. But we're still friends. He's a good guy and I don't like you talking shit about him." He rolled his eyes, but then started to smile when he realized something. He brushed some hair out of your face, before he took your face between his hands, inching your faces closer together.

"And why did you break up?"

Under the spell of his beautifully green eyes and his soft lips threatening to kiss you again, you confessed, not only to Mat but to yourself. "Because I realized I'm in love with my best friend."

***

Over the next two days, for the exception of hockey practice, Mat didn't leave your place. You spent the entire time talking and kissing – oh, the kissing. There was a lot of it. At first, you wanted to take things slow and, yes, talk about what was happening between the two of you, but Mat didn't want to talk. He wanted to touch you, kiss you, and hold you. And it was extremely hard to resist him.

So you made a plan. You gave yourselves two days where you allowed yourself to indulge in your newfound love and ignore reality. For two days, it was the two of you in bed with takeout food. After that, on January first, you would start dating. You didn't think jumping into a relationship was the right thing to do, so you thought you'd date for a while and get to know each other romantically. And that entailed no kissing, except an appropriately long goodnight kiss, no sex, and no sleepovers. He'd drop you off after a date and call the next morning.

You also decided not to tell anyone that you were seeing each other, at least in your dating phase, which seemed easy at first because you weren't around your family much. But when you met up with the Isles girls for a game and walked in with that 'I'm in love' glow, they could easily tell something was up. The guys, too, could tell that Mat was in a much better mood and that it definitely had something to do with a girl. But both parties stayed quiet, respecting your decision not to tell anyone yet.

And although Mat had his doubts about your whole dating plan, he did enjoy showing you all of his new sides and why the two of you would work. You knew already that he loved you, but that didn't mean he didn't show you. Or tell you. He loved telling you how beautiful you were, how happy you made him, and how grateful he was for you. And you loved hear I got every word.

After a few weeks, you were confident that you meant your words and so you started saying them back to him. It was scary at first, after so many years of seeing him platonically, but you couldn't deny it any longer. And you didn't want to make him wait any longer either. You loved him. Simple as that.

You could hear it in the silence, when you both independently worked on something sitting next to each other on the couch. Or when you were reading a book after Mat pretended to have fallen asleep, but actually just stared at you.

You could feel it on the way home. From work, when your heart would automatically beat faster the closer you got to him. From a game, when no matter the outcome he'd kiss you deeply until you were breathless then hold your hand the entire car ride home.

You could see it with the light out. When you both were trying to fall asleep on your respective sides of the bed, but your limbs somehow still finding a way to each other. When you were asleep but your entire body still sang for him and reached for him first thing when you woke up.

You were in love.

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[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Saturday Lovely Fandom. We've reached the second to last ep of this series rewatch. Unreal. God I LOVE this ep. So so good. Tim being her handler. Reminds me of Alias. Which was my first love for tv show/ship. If you ever watched Alias you’d know why I love this asset and handler situation so much. Let us start.

5x21 Going Under

Start out strong Lucy is going UC. Has to do with the last episode. Frank Teska has been released from prison. He killed his brother for the attack on his daughter Dara. He is back in business. Looking to get into the Ghost Gun trade. You need specific polymer to make them. Metro raided and took his supplier out. Which is where Lucy comes in. She will pose as someone at Southland Chemicals. Be his new supplier.

We join our ship talking about the OP. Tim mentioning he’s using Hard Luck as his CI. Lucy not trusting this guy as far as she can throw him. Tim’s reply is the best. The fact that his CI knows how important Lucy is to him *squee* Then telling her as such. That this guy knows Lucy is special to him That if he messes up Tim will hunt him down. Gah I love this. Calling in favors for his girl. Work version of romantic ha

Lucy’s sweet expression when he tells her this. Basically saying he loves her in not so many words. Lucy being Lucy calling it 'Undercover love.' hehe Tim isn't even fighting it anymore. Just smiles shakes his head and rolls with her antics. We all know he loves her for it. Damn they cute. Actions always speaking louder than words with these two. Lucy couldn’t be cuter as Tim walks away. Her smile saying more than words ever could about how she feels about this man.

Then we get these GLORIOUS phone calls. Like rom-com goodies up in this episode. Love me some protective Tim. Asking her if he needs to talk to her boss? Lucy waves him off. Says she's got it. Tim looking mighty fine Phew lord Scruffy, his sweater and his eyes popping in this lighting. Mmm. Lucy of course checking in on him next. I love this so very much. He won't tell her he's struggling.

So she's going to check on in him since he won't do as such. Tim knowing exactly what she means. Asking if that means he misses her? We all know he does but he deflects in the cutest way. Saying no. His smile when she calls him a jerk. But he's YOUR jerk Lucy haha. He is so damn smitten with her. Loves teasing and messing with her. Just as much as she does for him. One of their love languages shining through in this moment. My damn heart.

She asks if Tim can check in on Tamara? Tim doesn’t hesitate for one second. Of course he’ll check in on their daughter. Doesn’t want her to lose any focus on the job. We then delve into the cute snippet conversations that have my shipper heart fluttering. Lucy telling Tim not to watch 'Top Chef' without her. I love that they have a show they watch together. Makes me giddy. Such a couples thing to have that. Tim giving her crap saying he can’t make any promises.

Lucy asking Tim if he ever wished he had a normal job? Tim says without people shooting at him? Not once. Lucy replying me either. These tidbits are just fantastic. They both love their line of work so much. This whole talking about everything and nothing at all just shows the deep bond they have. Comes from riding together for years 12 hours at a time. Her being UC is isolating but they get to have these moments despite that. Little pockets of joy before this OP heats up.

Tim asking if she’s making any friends? Lucy going on about a lady in her office. It’s so cute I can’t stand it. Talking about his grandkids and such. I love this is so very much. They did a really good job with these shots and the VO's. I saw a lot of people saying felt like rom-com and it really does in the best way. Just being on the phone whole time. Even though they're physically apart they still find a way to connect and be together. It’s so sweet imma get a cavity.

Day 4 rolls around and Tim ask if the monotony is getting to her? Lucy tells him no as long as it’s not for nothing. I mean she had two weeks of it in 3x14. 4 days is nothing but now she has Tim so she's got more to miss this time around. I adore the voice overs in this scene. Tim reassuring her it’s probably cause Frank is double checking her story. I love this shot of Tim in the side mirror. Fierce protector reporting for duty.

Frank has finally surfaced and approached Lucy. Her cover story of being a wanted felon has worked out. Frank thinks she’s an easy target because of it. Lucy playing the fresh start card with him. Not wanting to get into business with him. She does this so well. He tells her not an option. That he needs certain plastics and she needs to not go to jail. Telling her it’s low risk.

Gah I love Tim watching over the situation from across the way. Looking fine af BTW. My god I'll never be over how tall he is and I love it. Tall drink of yum. Look at him in his civvies, the hat, the glasses, the intense way he's watching her. Listening in to their convo. Trying to keep his protectiveness in check. Doing his best not to step in. Especially when Frank threatens her. Which causes Lucy to say yes. Frank says they’ll have dinner tonight then. He’ll come get her from her place. They can hammer out the details of this new partnership.

Lucy meets up with Wesley, Harper, Grey and her man. They’re going over this date for her. Tim looks like he’s going to crawl out of his skin. He hates the idea of this guy possibly thinking it’s a date. He hates this entire conversation really. Keeping his hands in his pockets. Looks at the ground trying to settle his protective nature.

I love Grey checking in with Tim. Minute he hears the word 'romantically and date.' He immediately looks at Tim. Knowing he hates this on so many levels. Tim isn’t being at all discreet with how he feels about this situation. He's basically squirming in front of all of them. Tim continuing to try to put on a brave face. Not well but sure trying. His whole body language screaming his immense discomfort.

Tim is being the least subtle he’s ever been in this moment. Hating the idea she needs a good wire in case he’s handsy. You can see him take a deep breath and clench his jaw at the thought of this. This conversation is killing him softly. Some angsty goodness though. The check in's these two have above getting me in the feels before she sets to leave. That silent communication of their's prominent af. I LOVE him walking Lucy to the door. The intense looks they share on the way.

They both look amazing btw. He keeps constant eye contact with her till he can’t any longer. The intense longing in his stare as he watches her go. *heart clutch* His entire world just walked out the door and it shows. Eric crushing it with the longing look. This is the type of angst I eat up. It’s so so good. Worried Tim is lovely to behold. And that man is insanely worried. He is an open book as she walks away from him. Trying to keep himself from losing his damn mind over this man possibly touching her.

Grey immediately checking in with him. Man wasn't exactly subtle during that whole conversation. Asking Tim if he’s ok? Tim lying saying he’s 5x5. Such a detached military reply. When he is anything but detached in this moment. Wade knowing he’s lying. Their friendship is underrated. Grey saying he has to treat this like any other OP. Any other UC. Sure he'll get right on that. Thanks to Lucy his emotions aren't so easy to turn off anymore. Also not like it’s the love of his life he’s watching over or anything…

Lucy goes to dinner with Frank all wired up. Tim watching intently outside. Fierce protector at the ready. The intense look on his face as he watches over her is doing things to me. *fans self* Like a lion pacing back and forth in it's cage waiting to be let out. Ready to attack at the slightest provocation against her. It's insanely hot tbh. He would gladly throttle this man if given the chance to. All he needs is to be given a reason.

Lucy almost gets Frank to admit to his brothers death when bullets start flying. We watch Tim in an absolute panic call this in. Desperately searching for her in the wreckage from his car. Trying to find her as he rattles off their address. I love her jumping up and looking his way so he knew she was ok. His giant sigh of relief when her head pops up. Feel like we all did that with him. Went from all out panic to instant relief. I said in the hospital scene she is his whole world. That just got shot at and he was paralyzed until she popped up.

He couldn’t breathe until he knew she was alright. His whole body slumping against his seat in relief. Eric crushing it out here with his expressions getting me all emotional. I love how his eyes dart back to her once more before he takes off after the shooters. Double checking she really is there. He couldn’t even be in pursuit of them until he knew she was ok. You can see he wants to stay but can’t. Having an internal battle but knows he has to go after them.

His cop brain in a delay due to this. This delay in reaction definitely affects him in his pursuit of the shooters. Don't think he was fully there mentally. Tim's head was most definitely not in the game when he went after them. Taking us back to 5x01 when Tim told Lucy if her head isn't the game 100 percent it'll get her killed. He is the living embodiment of that line in this moment. This dude almost killed him. Even when the gun is in his face his reaction time is slower.

That is not the Tim Bradford we know and love in the field. He was clouded his emotions running rampant. He had not compartmentalized at all. When Jan shows up it really hits him what almost happened to him. Saying he got lucky it was empty. Otherwise…ugh I don’t even wanna think about it. He’s panting his adrenaline waning and it showing. Looking over where the guy was knowing this could've been far worse. Knowing what it would've done to Lucy.

I love the minute she’s done dealing with Frank Lucy calls Tim. Anxiously awaiting him to answer her call. Both so worried about one another. Gah this episode is fantastic. Never seen Tim this panicky or shaken up. This is a UC OP he’s involved in I can’t imagine how he’d be if he wasn’t.

He just loves her so much. Having a legit meltdown till he knows she’s ok. It’s all over his face as he talks to her on the phone. Eric killing me softly in this one. Lucy isn’t pulling any punches with her worry either. Both making me emotional as hell. Tim replying ‘Yeah I am now.’ *internal screaming* Wasn’t ok till he knew she was.

The love they have for each other is all over this moment. I’m not crying you are…You can see all the tension leave his body when he hears her voice. The neediness in both their voices when he says they should meet up. Gah yes you do. They needed to hear each others voice to calm down after that adrenaline fest.

Then we come to THE laundry scene. One that broke my damn brain. Pretty much broke the entire fandom's brain. I love how she rushes to him and clings on. Wanting zero space between them. Tim leaning into her arms. Rubbing his hand up and down her back. I’m sure both their hearts were racing. They are each other’s safe space and this hug shows that.

So scared and only finding comfort in each others arms. So much emotion surging through them in this hug. I love me a good hug and this one is fantastic one. Trying to ground one another with it. Speaking their concerns about what they just went through. The swaying gets me too. I love everything about this hug.

Lucy basically launches herself at him. He catches her effortlessly and holds her so tightly to him. The remaining tension melting out of of their bodies. Because they were running on adrenaline and anxiety until this hug. Tim holding her so close making sure she’s real. There with him. I’ll never be over this moment and how lovely it is.

This next portion just proves why Lucy is his person. Tim is losing his mind with worry over this guy. Over him trying something. His anxiety coming off him in waves. Lucy wants to soothe him because it's her natural instinct. Tim looks like he wants to cry or punch a wall or both when he ask if he’s tried something? Lucy reassuring him he hasn’t but even if he did she’s got this. The fierce protector coming out strong right now. He can barely contain it. Tim deflecting a little saying ‘I know.’

Lucy knows this man so damn well. Telling him knowing and feeling ok are two different things. She's so right. I love the way she grabs his jacket trying to comfort him. Tim is being so soft and vulnerable in this moment. She wants him to know it’s ok. She’s ok and it’s very ok if he isn’t. Eric killing this episode left and right with his expressions. His heart is hurting it’s all over his face and Lucy is reaching out with a reassuring touch. I love her for validating his feelings. Not judging him for them.

But also knowing he’s being very vulnerable right now and she’s being wonderfully receptive to that. Tim gets a little defensive saying. Not his first time. Lucy is SO good with him. Doesn’t shame him for being bristly about this. Knowing it’s his PTSD in full swing. So soft in her reply and expression. Letting him know probably what’s making this so much worse for him. This is why she’s his person. Never shames him for his feelings only loves him through. Gah they’re making me so emotional. I love this couple so much.

Before Tim gets anymore emotional he tells her he has to go. Now isn’t the time to talk about this. That he knows if she doesn’t feel safe she will bail. If she’s good he’s good. Lucy confirms she’s good. Tim says he has to get back to the station then. Grey is waiting for a status update. Lucy stops him before he can go. Not ready to be apart from him just yet.

Grabbing his arm keeping him from leaving. I love the way she is looking at him landing on his lips. Then she says the 4 words that made us all collectively lose our minds. ‘Lock the door first.’ Is this real life? Did we really get this moment? Adrenaline fueled we made it out alive laundry room sex? Oh my damn lord.

The way he looks at her when she says this. *fans self* Tim is definitely not treating her like any other UC…I remember gasping at her saying this. Needing to be with him in this moment. Tim’s smile realizing what she’s saying. My god. Laundry room sex is now canon for them. We got shower sex last ep and now laundry room post-op sex. My god the writers were good to us. I like being pandered too LOL Also you know there is a damn good chance highly likely really this was unprotected too.

Lucy couldn’t let him walk away yet until she had him. Hot damn. Tim not one to deny her anything is easily roped into her naughty plans. I’m still not over the risks they took to have this heated moment together. They had a frenzied hookup while she was on assignment. I’m dead. They’ve actually killed me in the best way. S5 truly is a fic come to life. I love every minute of it. Clearly missing and craving sexy time with her man. Also probably still hopped up on adrenaline as well. Undercover hookup phew lord we are blessed haha

Lucy calls Tim after she gets away with Frank from the warehouse. Saying the OP is done. Frank has nothing left to build. Tim is flirty af in his reply. With a shit eating grin to go with it. Saying that’s too bad... Lucy is confused and says why? Tim referring to their hookup in the laundry room. Bummed he wasn't going to get another. Timothy Bradford I never haha This man is so different when he is truly loved and happy my goodness. I couldn't love it more.

Hard to believe this entire episode is canon. Tim is definitely loving his sex life with Lucy and proud to let her know about it. Hell so are we haha Horny Tim is hilarious and I love him so. They could find another laundry room for a repeat performance if he would like LOL Fanfic come to life this season swear to god. We live in a world where this scene happened and I’m dying.

They return home because at this point it’s their home. Gah love how Tim looks at Lucy as he approaches her. Man is so insanely in love with her. Lucy saying she needs a big meal, hot bath and quality sexy time. Heh. Then to sleep for 24 hours straight. I love how Tim encases her hands in his caressing them as they speak. Running his hands up and down hers. Needing this connection.

I love Tim being the physically affectionate one of the two. I always knew once they got together he would be the one who couldn’t keep his hands off her. Touching really is one of their many love languages and I adore it. Never saw them nearly as touchy with their ex’s. Just another reason proving why they’re so right for each other. Gonna be the death of me and I welcome it. Lucy can tell something is up. Asking him what’s going on?

Oh my poor damaged boy. Having a trauma response right now with her saying she needs time to decompress. I love him not deflecting and telling her how he’s feeling instead. That’s not easy for him. I also totally get his response. I still have trauma responses to things as well. Lucy knowing it is telling him it was only a week. That one nights keep will do her just fine. Trying to say without saying she’s not Isabel. Tim accepts her answer.

Lucy says she has to come clean about some thing though. That she knows she made him promise not to. But she watched 'Top chef' without him. For shame Lucy Chen . For shame LMAO I guess that monotony did get to her since she finished it without him.... Tim is so offended I’m dying. Calling her a 'Bad girlfriend' *screams into a pillow* They’re so friggin cute I am dying. Lucy's 'No, I'm sorry!' It is horrible Tim is right haha Making him promise not to then watching it without him. Every right to be playfully mad at her.

Lucy wastes no damn time and confronts Tim about the shooter in the alley. I love her so much for always calling him on his shit. Saying how he didn’t tell her he almost died in that alley. Tim brushing it off saying because he didn’t. Oh Timothy. Acting like her losing you wouldn’t completely wreck her. Absolutely devastate and ruin her like it would for you. I think that’s exactly why he did it though. Acting like it’s not a big deal when he knew it was.

Protecting her from that fact. Lucy coming at him saying doesn’t matter who told her. That they’ll set aside the fact he left it out of the report. 2x01 Tim would be appalled ha. Doing it for the same reasons Lucy did then. Insane how this same kind of fight still involves Isabel indirectly. Lucy can’t believe him right now. Acting like it’s nothing. Like she didn’t almost lose him.

We see a little more trauma Tim come out here. Just assuming she's keeping things from him when she's under. I so relate to him reacting this way I do. I misread something my best friend had texted me the other day. I made an assumption like Tim is here. My friend was wonderful texted me back ‘ Your trauma is showing.’ And it knocked me out of it. It’s involuntary when it runs so damn deep. And we know it does for him.

I’m so glad Lucy is there to knock him back out of it. Saying No you know Isabel did for a fact. Calling him right out for it. These kinds of fights are so good for them. Forces them to face the stuff they’re hiding. Things they didn’t really touch on last episode. This was a much better and more open conversation. Tim didn’t hide behind being ‘fine.’ And Lucy isn’t letting him get away with it. Tim can’t fight that logic and it’s all over his face in the second gif. The way his body slumps in reply.

Lucy making a strong ass point next. Saying if this is going to work between them he has to see the difference. She not wrong. He really does. Tim shooting back of course he can. (Babe you got some work to do...) What I love the most is Lucy said her piece. Put him his place about this. Which was needed and now Tim is saying his. The dialogue in this scene so much more productive than 5x20 was. Airing things out and how they actually feel. Tim voicing his need to know she will listen to him if he sounds the alarm.

That otherwise all the pain he went through was for nothing. Then he says the line that shows me Lucy is the love of his damn life. ‘I can’t lose you the way I lost her.’ Tears in this man’s beautiful eyes. Imma cry myself. Finally voicing the fear he kept inside last episode. He cannot lose this woman My heart. She is everything to him. Pulled him out of the depths of his pain and hurt. Brought him back to life. He loves her so much and is saying as such in this moment.

Lucy can see this and reassures him he won’t lose her that way. She would walk away for him if it ever got that close. Ugh my heart. He sounded the alarm earlier and she shut it down. So they both have stuff to work on. I mean it's why he brought it up. He felt like he was sounding the alarm in the laundry room. Lucy brushed it off saying she didn't want to tap out. But them having this conversation hopefully they can be more aware of these things for a future OP and in general really. The need to openly communicate is a must.

Tim says 'Okay.' Choosing to trust what she is saying. Then we get another glorious hug. The way he clings to her. His hand around her neck pulling her to him is so visceral. He loves her so damn much and it’s shown beautifully in this embrace. How much she means to him. Pulling her in close. Lucy doing the same thing clinging to him like a life raft. Her arms pulling him close to her as well. We see both her hands on his shoulders. *sigh*I'm so proud of them for both speaking their minds in this scene.

Lucy calling Tim out was so needed. He has to see she isn’t Isabel. If not it’ll destroy him. No one gets through to Tim like Lucy. This scene was so raw and honest. Very much needed after all that was left unsaid in 5x20. Never be over them being vulnerable with one another especially Tim. Not only telling her he needs her to listen but sharing he CANNOT lose her. Basically laying any cards she didn’t already have from him on the table. So proud of him. He’s come so far and this scene shows it. I truly love the writers for how real they write them. Phew Lord this was a good ep.

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Side notes-non Chenford

Angela calling Aaron from closet about a case hilarious. The entire ep trying to do stuff for her I was laughing so hard.

Also nice to see Celina go out with a nice guy. She deserves it.

Well the next one is the last one holy moly. Thank you forever and always to those who like, comment and reblog these reviews. You all have made me so appreciated by doing so. I will see you all in the 5x22 :)

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Could you write a fic about Peter making fun of Rocket being “pussy-whipped” and before Rocket can get say anything, Reader pipes up with “Pete, Rock is the only one on the ship getting any pussy soooo… what’s your point?”

Your wish is my command. Sorry if this sucks lol this is the first fic I've written in a long time and I might re-write this for you <3

You’d always known Rocket to be a hardass, of course, that's just who he was. Endless snarky and snide remarks, mostly towards Peter, that made you giggle. He definitely knew it made you laugh and would irritate the others just to hear you try and stifle a little snort here or there, and god, he loved it. 

Although, you weren’t safe from his endless teasing either, yet he was always softer with you. He didn’t think it was so obvious how head over heels he was for you or how he was always right there at your beck and call. 

“Rocky!” You shouted, fingers and mind tinkering away at your gun, adding modifications to it that you just had to have. “Yeah?” Rocket answered back from wherever he was nearby doing his own tinkering, “Can you bring me the uh-” Before you could answer, the tiny precise screwdriver you needed was already being handed to you. 

“Are you spying on me or just reading my mind?” You lightheartedly teased the raccoon, who always seemed to know just what you needed. It’s what you loved about him. “I’m just that good, doll.” Rocket’s toothy grin made you roll your eyes as you took the toll from his hand. “Thanks, smartypants.” You kissed his soft forehead, watching the hairs on his tail stand a little as they always did when he got a little giddy, as if he was blushing. He would swish his tail back and forth as if to try and not acknowledge how much he enjoyed your affection, but to everyone, including you, it was more than obvious. “Anything for you.” 

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It was a slow day on the Milano, at least as slow as it could be, as you and the crew were traveling through space to some planet to do something, you were never sure what was going on, where you were going, that was all Peter’s job. You were along for the ride, and for Rocket, of course. 

With the ship on autopilot, everyone was hanging out in the ‘common area’ as you called it, which really was like a living room to you and Peter, the only Terrans on the ship. You sat on the large couch, eyes glancing over now and then at Rocket, who seemed deep into a game similar to Earth’s chess, with Peter. You could see his tail swinging back and forth in light irritation as the game carried on. 

Mantis sat on the other end, quietly meditating to herself, which she always seemed to do when everyone was talking and being joyful. You wondered if she fed off of the pleasant energy, or if she just enjoyed the noise. Meanwhile Gamora, with a little Groot on her shoulder, Nebula and Drax all sat together having light talk and sharpening weapons. 

You did have something to do though, and that was to fix Peter’s walkman. The headphone jack had become ‘loose or something, I don't know, just fix it for me pleeeeaase’ as Peter described, or really begged. It was clear after all the wear and tear the damn thing went through, it was a little beat up. 

“DAMN IT!” You jumped a little from your seat when you heard Rocket’s fist hit the table and a few game pieces hit the floor. “Ha! I win again, trash panda!” Peter smirked, leaning back into his chair confidently. “Screw you, you’ve got to be cheating or something.” Rocket snarled, to which Peter just laughed, “No, You’re just mad I’m better than you at something.” “You fuckin’ wish.” Rocket huffed, sliding down his seat a bit. 

“Y/N?” Peter called to you, “Yes Peter?” You sighed, shaking your head with a smile, “Is my walkman almost done?” He asked, like a child waiting for a toy to be fixed. “Almost, just be patient.” Peter groaned lightly and pouted a bit, but sat right up again when Rocket demanded a rematch. “You’re on!”

“Hey, Rock?” You spoke softly, not even glancing up from the walkman, “Can you go grab me some water please?” You sat up straight, back cracking from being slouched over. Rocket's feet hit the ground from the obviously higher than him chair, “ ‘Course.” 

Peter scoffed and grinned, “Come on man, we’re in the middle of the game!” “Shut up, I needed to get up and walk a minute anyway.” Rocket retaliated, ears flattening to his head in annoyance. 

“Jesus man, you gonna do everything for her?” Peter teased. You noticed Mantis opened one of her eyes to silently eavesdrop. 

“No, I don’t have to, I told you I wanted to get up anyway, and this is a good excuse to do it!”  “Rock-” You started, reaching out to him as he walked past you to make his way to the kitchen. 

“Man, you are pussy whipped!” 

Mantis had both eyes open now. 

Everyone else had been silently watching as well. 

Rocket’s mouth opened, ready to snap back at Peter, determined to get the last word,

“Hey Pete,” You smirked, “Rocket is the only one on this ship getting any pussy anyways, so what the hell is your point?” You tossed him his walkman, and watched his mouth slowly fall agape as he caught it. 

No one knew what to say, until Drax burst into laughter, causing everyone else to follow suit. “She really got you!” “I- wha- Hey, that's just, gross!” Peter huffed, upset that someone had stunned him. 

You glanced over at Rocket, who was staring at you almost lovingly, for the way you snapped back at Peter made him fall even harder for you. 

“Get fucked, Pete!” Rocket laughed, “Oh, wait, no one wants to!” He added, his machismo attitude almost bursting at the seams. 

You got up from your spot on the couch, bumping Rocket teasingly, “Come on, don’t be mean to the poor guy, he doesn’t need to be reminded.” Winking at Rocket, making his heart flutter a bit and that tail to get slightly prickly with love. 

“I’m gonna go get that water for you, sweets.” Rocket said, “I’ll come with you, I was sitting for a bit too.” You tousled the fur on his head. 

“You gotta go together for that, too?” Peter started, “Pete,” You glanced over your shoulder at him, “I can break that walkman just as fast as I can fix it.” 

Peter crossed his arms and huffed. 

You walked in front of Rocket, always a step ahead, and jumped when you felt your ass get slapped. You turned to scold Rocket, only to find his grinning ear to ear at a very jealous Starlord. 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him. Damn that raccoon.

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SUB GUSTAV WHERE THE READER IS KINDA LIKE THAT WHOLE ' ROCKSTAR GF ' VIBE ⁉️🙏

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH SO LETS GET INTO IT!! Im a full believer that gustav likes his women like this. Even though this isnt how his wife is, he was definitely into rocker chicks. ANYWAYS, so when I think of this I think she kind of looks like (not including skin color or hair, just style)

✮ ROCKSTAR ✮

cw: mentions of oral (m recieving), smut, dirty talk, swearing, etc.

summary: ✮ you met your cute, perfect drummer bf ✮

now gustav in my opinion is a switch; soft dom and whiny bottom

the first gustav saw you was on TV. you were doing an interview for your band and he thought you looked so hot.

he couldn't stop talking to georg about you. the way you talked, the way your voice sounded, your laugh, your smile, your style. everything about you made him all giddy. lets just say, georg was sick of him.

In fact, the whole band was.

The second time he saw you was at a music festival. tokio hotel was playing there around the same time you guys were and he was completely starstruck when he saw you on stage getting ready to perform.

he watched you in total awe as you sang and played guitar on stage. he had to rush back to the band to get there on time because he was so into watching you play he hadn't realized the time. thank god he got back before the gig started. the band still yelled at him though.

what gustav didn't know is that you noticed him. how could you? he was so adorable, standing in the crowd with his big, dumb smile on his face, gazing up at you like you were the only woman in the world. But since he was so starstruck, he didn't even notice you staring back at him.

after your band was done playing, you signed some photos for fans and took pictures and then went to find gustav. just like him, after looking around for a while you were able to find him. he was playing the drums and looked so fucking sexy. all you could do was watch him and take sips of your spiked punch.

He was so immersed in playing he didn't notice you, again. but that didn't matter. you stood there are watched him play while squeezing your thighs as tight as they could possibly be. your hotel was far away and there was no where you could go to hump a pillow so you just watched him, clenching and biting you lip looking at him

after the show, you waited for him to come down and that's when he saw you. you were smiling at him and waved. he just stood there and stared at you. he couldn't help it, you looked so goddamn beautiful. some people didn't get your style, but he thought you were the most gorgeous woman in the world.

you two talked a bunch and found out you liked a lot of the same music. he loved the way you acted, your confidence and boldness. he took you out on a date to a record store a few days later. you guys looked through tons of music together and put on some headphones to listen to it too. then afterwards you got some fast food and hung out for the rest of the night before he dropped you off at your hotel.

you guys continued to date for a couple months before taking it to the next level.

you were at a tokio hotel concert, watching gustav and the other members play; you had become very well acquainted with georg, tom and bill since you were dating their bestfriend and learned basic things about them.

gustav wasn't wearing a shirt at this concert. he looked so hot up there, all focused and sweaty and sexy. you were so needy for him. you were ready to take him at any second, you wanted to just jump on stage and ride his cock until he was crying, begging and passed out.

once the band was over you headed back stage. gustav came up to you smiling and gave you a light kiss on the lips. but you had other plans. you grabbed him by his arm and led him into his dressing room. the second you got in there you shoved him against the wall and kissed him like he would die without your lips.

thank god you were wearing a skirt. you pulled it up and ripped open your fishnet stockings. he dug his fingernails into your cushy thighs while you shoved him down onto the couch. "i've wanted this for so long..s'long." You slipped your tongue past his lips and began to unbuckle his belt, "need you s'bad. need your thick cock in my pussy. can you do that for me, hmm?" You slid off his pants to showcase his hard-on peeking through his boxers. You leaned down against his lips and looked into his eyes, "can you do that for mommy?"

He nodded quickly and pushed down his boxers. "too bad i don't have time to suck off your pretty, little cock." you said seductively to him as you slid down on his dick. he let out the sluttiest and loudest moan you've ever heard. the band definitely knew what was going on. he rutted his hips up against yours as you humped and rode his dick like no tomorrow. you were so good to him. so perfect. his sexy ✮rockstar✮.

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Light My Fire (Again) | beau arlen

Summary: “I thought I’d swore off love, Jenny.” I smiled, chuckling a bit as I looked down to my feet then back up the skies, taking in the twinkling lights. “God, I really thought I did, and I was doing such a good job at it too. But, well, I just… I couldn’t help it.” I wet my lips slightly, biting the bottom one. “It’s improper, but it’s true.”

SERIES MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

(divider credits go to cafekitsune)

one - green lights and red stains

TWO MONTHS EARLIER:

I was at my desk in Big Sky Country, Montana’s sheriff’s department, papers strewn over the desk in a similar fashion as they were at home. Making small mountains and also making me rather sympathetic for the trees who suffered just to have me keep ‘em all like this on another plank of wood on more sticks of wood. However, I couldn’t bring myself to clean them, not today. As well as that, the acting sheriff had made his speech today, and I knew if he’d talk to me, I wouldn’t make a great impression, not with all this mess.

“Ain’t this a sight?” I looked up to see none other than Sheriff Arlen, standing in front of me, his stance wide set as he peered at my scribblings which varied between neat and scrawling handwriting. I jolted a little, panic striking through me as I began to shuffle my files into a more orderly pile, but he held out his hand to put me at ease. “Nah, don’t worry about it. Truth be told, I’m not the most organised either.”

In response, I stood up laughing a bit as I ran my hand through my hair, the action not as smooth and easygoing as I hoped as my index encountered a knot in my raven hair which I quickly untangled. “Well, I’m afraid this is what you’ll be seein’ every day.” I gestured down in circular motions to the messy piles.

“Then I’m lookin’ forward to it.” He put out his hand with a broad grin, green eyes twinkling along with his startlingly white teeth. He had an air of giddy charm and confidence around him that I couldn’t help but crack a smile to. “Beau Arlen.”

“Isabelle Joyner.” I replied, shaking his hand firmly. His grip was strong, but comforting in a sense.

“Well, darlin’, I’ve heard some good things about you from Jenny Hoyt, or Hoyt, as she wants me to call her.” Beau chuckled at the thought, glancing towards Jenny, who was in conversation with Poppernak. “She’s a real firecracker.”

“That’s Jenny for you.” I smiled, nodding resignedly and also flicking my eyes to her. “She knows me better than anyone; we’ve been best friends for as long as I remember.” Then I spotted the uncertainty in his eyes as he once more looked at Jenny, and I laughed a bit. “She’ll warm up to you. She’s just a bit miffed, y’know, didn’t get put as acting Sheriff.”

“I learnt that the easy way and the hard way.” He snickered slightly, his shoulders shrugging. “Well, it’s a lesson well learnt.”

“Damn straight.” I grinned, putting my hands in my pockets, and we fell silent for a moment before it got a bit uncomfortable. “Anyway, welcome to Big Sky. I’m sure you’ll be great.”

“I goddamn hope so.”

NOW:

“Liv, sweetie?” I called up the stairs, my eyes darting back to the pancake cooking on the stove. It was half past eight in the morning, and I needed to get Olivia, my niece, to her stepfather’s house. Her mother - my sister - had been… lost. In a murder, six years back, but they’d never found who’d done it. In her will, she’d given custody of Olivia to me, that the court had approved. Her stepfather, Markham, was not happy, but there was little he could do.

“Yeah?” Came her sleepy voice from upstairs, making me laugh quietly. She’d grown so much since I got her as a timid nine year old. Now she was sixteen in a week and the most beautiful girl I’d ever see. She was my baby girl at this point, and I couldn’t be prouder.

“I’ve got work, hon, and I’m makin’ pancakes!” I heard a brief pause, then a scramble to get up. I smiled knowingly, returning to the pancake as the thunder of footsteps down the stairs signalled her arrival. Her blonde hair bounced in stunning curls and her brown eyes flashed excitedly, even though they were riddled with sleep. I passed her a plate of pancakes stacked up, shaking the whipped cream. “Mornin’, gumdrop.” I grinned cheerily. “What would you like on your pancakes, hm?”

“Whipped cream, syrup, and raspberries.” She replied instantly, then returned my smile. “And good morning, auntie.” Olivia gave me a bear hug, which I returned gladly, kissing her hair before letting her go with a pat on the back.

“Good choice.” I squirmed the whipped cream in a circle, grabbing the syrup bottle and drizzling it generously before passing her a bowl of freshly washed raspberries so she could knock herself out, also sliding her a fork and knife. “Dig in.”

“Hello, there!” I heard Jenny call, the door opening. Jenny and Cassie walked in with big smiles on their faces, especially so when they found the combination of Olivia and pancakes. “Hope you don’t mind, we just used the spare key under the deco rock.”

“And I’m glad we did, because why weren’t we invited to the party?” Cassie faux-gasped as she gestured to the pancakes.

“Elle, explain yourself.” Jenny chastised, raising an eyebrow at me, but when I passed them each a plate of pancakes, they melted. “Ok, no explanation needed.”

“Yep, we’re all good now, no beef here.” Cassie agreed, dolloping whipped cream on hers before passing the canister to Jenny. “Also, hi, Olivia.”

“Hey, Cassie.” Liv waved with a smile and a mouthful of pancake. “Hi, Jenny.”

“Hey, kiddo.” Jenny grinned, waving before digging into the pancakes.

“Never knew I’d be catering for four today.” I chuckled, turning off the stove and embellishing my own plate of pancakes, making it even more of a sugar rush than it already was.

“Well, now we get to boast to Beau about what we got cooked.” She replied with a cheeky smile. “He’s always returnin’ with clean dishes of what Denise cooked, so I guess we could clap back a little.”

“His favourite deputy cooked us pancakes and not him.” Cassie giggled, making me roll my eyes. These two.

“Shut up. Both of you.” I snickered, trying to remain stern. “If Sheriff Arlen wants pancakes, he can come over and I can make him some pancakes, it’s not exclusive.”

“And here I thought we were special.”

“Aw, hey, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“She did.” Olivia giggled.

“Yeah, she did.” Jenny gave me a look before we all burst out into laughter. We spent a bit of time chatting as we finished our pancakes, telling Olivia the ups and downs of our latest solved case and what movie we wanted for movie night this week. When we were done, I picked up my keys, jangling them.

“Olivia, time to go.” I smiled, but Cassie put her hand on my arm with a smile.

“I’ll drop her off.” She chuckled, holding up her own keys. “I know where Mark lives, and it’s on my way.

“You’re not exactly the most civil with the guy.”

“That’s cause he’s an ass, but I’ll try my best.”

We engaged in a staring contest for five seconds, until I gave in, nodding in defeat. “Fine. But if I get a call from my brother in law-”

“You won’t!” She raised her hands in surrender. “I promise. Now, you and Jenny need to get to work before Beau rings you up.”

“God forbid he does.” I joked.

“C’mon, he hasn’t had the heart to tell you off after you found the hostages a few weeks ago, one of them happening to be his daughter. Another Darlene.” Jenny teased, nudging me playfully.

“You two are really keen on setting us up, hm?” I raised an eyebrow, shaking my head. “You know I’m not that keen on dating. Not after…” I trailed off with a frown. It was a sore memory, one that ended with me waking up at the bar with five empty shot glasses and a bill with far more drinks than I’d usually take.

“After Harry.” She sighed, patting my shoulder. “He wasn’t your fault. After all, he did the deed.”

“He doesn’t know what he lost.” Cassie added sympathetically. “The ass.”

“I wanna kick him in the nuts.” Olivia added, making us all raise an eyebrow.

“That’s fair.”

“And on all of our minds.” Jenny grinned.

“I can’t even be mad.” I sighed, then kissed Olivia’s forehead. “Be good, ok? If I get a good report, I’ll make you an ice cream sundae tonight.” As Cassie and Jenny opened their mouths to speak, I held up a finger. “You guys get one too.”

I walked into the sheriff’s department with Jenny, and the first person we saw was Beau Arlen himself. “Well, ain’t it my favourite deputies?” He sauntered over with that charming grin of his, looking between us. “Hoyt.”

“Beau.” Jenny smiled.

“Sheriff.” I chuckled, running my hand through my hair.

“C’mon, Belle, call me Beau.” Beau chuckled, gesturing to himself. “No formalities here.” The statement made me laugh, but I shook my head, looking down at my feet before back up into those twinkly green eyes.

“I’ll try my best, Sheriff.” I teased with a grin, then took a sharp breath in, looking around. “Any cases today?”

“A missing person’s case.” Beau’s expression changed slightly as he mentioned it. “Little girl named Harriet Brown, she was out playing in the front yard, parents were arguin’, when they come out, girl’s gone.”

“My god.” I whispered, then cleared my throat. “We should get on the case, and quick.” I pouted slightly, sucking in air through my teeth. “Any leads? License plate? Footage? Maybe someone who has a grudge?”

“Closest to a match we have as an enemy is the girl’s stepfather, Will Brown. And by parents arguing, I mean the birth father and mother arguin’.”

“Stepfather, what, lays claim to the kid?” I asked, concerned. I knew what that was like all too well (and by that I mean the outskirts of those feelings), and if that was the case…

“Possibly. He’s the only recent frequent visitor.” Beau frowned at the look on my face, tilting his head a little in curiosity. “You look a lil’ green around the gills there, Deputy. You doin’ ok?”

I shared a look with Jenny, who subtly patted my wrist, signalling me to speak up. I jolted out of my thoughts, nodding and putting on a smile that I felt didn’t quite reach my eyes. “‘Course, Sheriff. I’m always ok.”

“You sure?”

“Deadly.”

Beau looked at me for a bit, trying to gauge my reaction, before nodding resignedly and patting me on the shoulder with a small smile. “A’ight. But if anythin’ comes to mind, do tell.”

“Gotcha.” I nodded, my blue eyes looking into his green ones. After I’d met Beau on his first day as acting sheriff, he’d understood me. He knew I was raising Olivia, albeit had never met her, and related to that with his own little girl. Emily was an angel, and I guess I became more of one after he found me getting along well with someone who was his world. As well as that, after the incident with Buck Barnes, I’d managed to find the hostages, including Darlene and Emily, getting them out.

Ever since then, it’s like he treats me as if I’m God’s gift to him. I was just doin’ my job.

I breathed in, then released a deep on through my mouth. “Let’s hit the house, Jen.”

“You got it, Elle.” Jenny smiled. I picked up my jacket, adjusting the photo of my sister and I on my desk as I put it on with a sad smile.

“I miss ya, Lucy. Truly.”

I was in Beau’s truck, the landscape flying by as we made our way to the Brown’s house. The atmosphere was uncomfortably silent - damn the awkwardness of social interactions sometimes - but somehow Beau made coping with silence look easier than it felt. He wore an easy smile, waffling on about fishing with a charmingly boyish look in his eyes that I’d come to recognise and find adorable.

“While I love talking and yapping about fish to the point your ears fall off, Belle, but, uh, don’t you wanna get that?” I was snapped out of my reverie, finding that my ringtone was playing with the name Dean flashing on my screen over the green circle of light representing the button to accept the call, which I’d gladly do.

“Oh! Yeah, that’s right.” My face lit up as I pressed the ‘accept’ button, bringing the phone to my ear. “Dean, hey!”

‘Isa, hi.’ I heard a cheery voice from the other end. This was Olivia’s birth father, Dean Barlowe, who I preferred in spades to Markham Leeds. I never understood why Lucy and Dean had split up in the first place, since Dean was the best father I’d ask for where Liv is concerned. We hadn’t had contact in months, but this was a pleasant surprise. ‘How’ve you been?’

“Oh, now I feel brilliant.” I laughed, looking out the window. “How about you? It’s been goddamn months, I’ve been dyin’ for a call.”

‘Well, I’m feeling great now too. It’s always nice to talk to you. A familiar face.’

“Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” I nodded with a happy sigh. “Are you holding up ok? After… Lucy? It’s been a while, but it hit you pretty hard too.”

‘Doing better, if that counts.’ I heard a pause on the other end. ‘Hey, do you think Liv would mind if I pop over for a visit in a week’s time?’

“For her birthday, right?”

‘Yeah. Mark wouldn’t be too mad, right?’

“Who gives a damn about Markham, just come over, ok?” I smiled, and I could practically hear his own relieved one on the other end of the line. “Liv’s gonna love the surprise, don’t you worry.”

‘You know exactly what to say to soothe my nerves, don’t you?’

“Hey, it’s nothin’. Just being a dutiful sister in law.” I saw an exit sign that said we were almost at the house, so I decided to wrap it up. “Hey, uh, Dean, I’m about to start working a case, so I’ll chat later.”

‘Ah, right. Thanks, Isa. Bye.’

“Bye.” I cut the call, and found Beau smirking at me, his eyebrow raised slightly. “What?”

“You seem real chummy with this Dean fella.” He snickered knowingly, but I shook my head rapidly.

“No, no, no. He’s my brother in law.”

“Wait, this is the ex-husband of your late sister?” Beau nodded approvingly. “By the way you’re talkin’ to him, he seems like he’s got his name written in your good books with sparkly gold ink. Unlike Mark.”

“Well, Mark’s an ass.”

“Markham is an ass.”

Beau, Jenny and I were flicking through the security tapes of the Brown house the day their little girl Harriet was kidnapped. “Look, there.” I pointed to the screen, where a man was approaching. “It’s our stepfather.”

“Damn straight.” Beau nodded, leaning forward to ID the guy’s face. “Yep, that’s him. And he just scooped the girl up gave her a lollipop and high-tailed it.”

“We need to get this girl back.” Jenny sighed, her expression pensive as she peered at the screen.

“We got an idea on where she could be taken?”

“Possibly his cabin. Witness accounts show that he’s been buyin’ a lot of bedding, more than you’d need.” I frowned, then stood up. “We need to bust this guy and fast.” I didn’t know exactly why, but this was pissing me off. A stepfather, kidnap his own stepdaughter.

“Let’s bust a crooked stepfather.” Jenny got up, and so did we, heading out the door, running to our cars as Jenny texted me the address, which I put into Beau’s GPS. We quickly got in, and Beau floored it.

“You seem rather frustrated on this case, huh, Belle?” He asked, sighing deeply. I shook my head, plastering on a smile that once again did not reach my eyes as I looked back at him.

“No, sir, I’m just concerned for the kid.” I answered not as smoothly as I’d hoped to have done. My voice was slightly shaky, and I knew what he was thinking. Mark had been after custody of Olivia for ages, and was still trying. However, he couldn’t do anything, not when I was named Olivia’s legal guardian and was Lucy’s next of kin.

“It’s about Mark, right?”

I chuckled lowly, nodding. “That obvious?”

“You’re like a mama bear in these cases.” He grinned, then patted my knee. “But now, I need my deputy to have a clear mind. God knows you help me keep mine all clear and sunny skies.”

“Gotcha, Sheriff.” I smiled as we pulled up to the house. “Hear you loud and clear.” I reached under the seat, pulling on my bulletproof vest and strapping it tight. I looked over, seeing that he’d done the same. “Shall we?”

“We shall, darlin’.” We got out at the same time as Jenny, making our way across the front yard before I tried the handle of the door, finding it locked. I nodded to Beau, who reared up and kicked the door open, all of us putting up our guns as we stormed the house. Jenny went to check the kitchen and living room, Beau heading upstairs while I took the basement. I crept down the stairs, treading light in fear of startling Will. I gently tried the door, hearing a little girl whimpering. Then I spotted a middle aged man holding a gun, and a small brunette girl hugged my legs, terrified.

“It’s ok.” I whispered, training my gun on Will Brown. “It’s ok, sweetheart. As for you,” My eyes focused on the man, “Sheriff’s department, put your hands where I can see ‘em-” He fired, and my trigger was pulled in a quick response, aiming for his shoulder while his bullet got me clean in the gut, which was caused by me moving to protect Harriet at the same time. The little girl screamed, while Beau and Jenny started yelling from upstairs. I collapsed against the wall, sliding down as Harriet crawled up to me, looking terrified.

“He hurt you.” She whispered, crying, but I shushed her and brought her head to my shoulder, ignoring the riddling pain in an attempt to soothe this little girl.

“Hey, it’s-” I was overcome by a cough as my hand moved to stem the flow of blood, “it’s ok, sweetheart. Perfectly fine, you’re safe, ok?” I stroked her hair, closing my eyes briefly as the red liquid stained my fingers. My head spun from how damn painful it was, like a thousand daggers piercing one spot on me, driving in slowly. “Just calm down for me, my friends are coming.”

As if on cue, Beau and Jenny rushed in, and once they realised that my attacker and Harriet’s kidnapper was downed, their attention turned to me. Beau instantly knelt in front of me while Jenny checked up on Will, his expression freaked out and pale. “Jesus- Jesus holy Christ, Belle, we’re gonna need a paramedic. Hoyt, call it in, now!” Then he turned back to me, putting his hands over the bullet wound to put pressure. I coughed slightly, hissing, but I kept stroking Harriet’s hair, not wanting her to get too scared.

“Just get her out of here.” I nodded to Harriet. “I’ll hold on, just keep her safe.” My bloodied hand reached out to grip Beau’s bare forearm. “Take her home.”

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Walking out the door with your bags (part 2)

A/n/// hey!! So here’s part 2 of my lovely highschool au fic here. And I’m sorry if it’s super crappy, I was rushing to get this done and out! But I hope it suffices as I write some new fics (👀) and make up for the angst! Enjoy!

Warnings// kissing, swearing, Wilbur and reader look terrible, food mentions, yelling (??), use of Wilbur’s real name please tell me if there’s anything else please.

edited: barely.

“It’s been a week Aria and he hasn’t talked to me. I think he’s done with me.”

“But that’s the thing Y/n, he’s not! Hell, look at him! He looks terrible.” Aria looked at Wilbur as you followed her gaze.

His eyes were red and swollen from what only you could guess was crying. He had bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep and he could barely keep his eyes open. His mood wasn’t matching his giddy personality. His clothes were all wrinkled and looked they were just thrown on without any attempt of looking halfway decent. He looked like a mess.

He looked like you.

“Aria, that could be from anything! Maybe he got rejected and he isn’t handling it well.” You told Aria as you looked back down at your notes for Biology.

“Y/n-“

“Y/n! You gotta talk to him! He’s become so… bleh. It’s sad.” You heard James say as he sat next to Aria across from you.

“James. I can’t. I made it awkward when I confessed to him and I ruined everything-“

“Holy fuck, you’re that oblivious too?!” You heard Ash say as he plopped down next to you.

“W-What do you mean?!” You stuttered out as you looked up at him with furrowed eyes.

“Ok. I’ll give you the run down. William Gold over there, cannot stop talking about you! And it’s gotten worse since then. And it’s making my brain hurt- no offense!” James quickly added as you looked over at the taller boy. His head was down on the table, his headphones on as he scrolled mindlessly through his phone. He looked up slowly, making eye contact with you, quickly looking back down and hiding his face. You frowned at the sight and sighed.

“But- But he was talking about someone else. He doesn’t like me, so whatever you guys are thinking is wro-“

“Omg- do you hear yourself?! Y/n. Wilbur has been your best friend for, god knows how long. He tells you everything, right?” Aria asked as she looked at you and saw a flicker of realization cross your face.

“He didn’t tell me the na-“

“Hey Y/n. Can we talk?” You heard a hoarse and gravelly voice ask you. You looked up to see Wilbur standing in front of the table. You held your breath as you looked at Aria and saw her motion for you to move. James have you a reassuring nod as Ash handed you your bag. You sent a small smile to all of them and quickly got up, following Will.

He led you to the a small music room with a piano and some other percussion instruments. The same room that you said those three words to him that you’d soon regret saying.

Wilbur sat down on the bench in front of the piano, placing his hands gently down on the keys, and started to play.

You recognized the melody immediately. You always wanted him to learn it, you practically begged him to but he shut it down, saying his “piano skills from 3rd grade have weakened and he can’t play for shit anymore.”

Can’t play for shit my ass.

As he continued to play the sentimental melody that you fell in love with, you began to wonder why he was playing. When he learnt it.

As the piano started to quiet down, signaling the end of the song, you walked up behind him and slowly put the lid to the piano down while gently grabbing his hands, not to crush them.

“What do you want Wilbur.” You quickly winced at how harsh you sounded. You saw his face fall from his relaxed face, forming a frown at the mouth as he furrowed his eyebrows. Tears coated his eyes, making them glossy and shine against the light.

“Um-“ his voice cracked as he held back tears and cleared his throat. “I just wanted to say I miss you and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you in any way. I was in denial of everything. Your feelings. My feelings. And I’m so stupid. I should’ve just told you-“

“Wait-“ you quickly blink at the words he just said. “Your feelings? So you do like me? And you didn’t think to- I don’t know- tell me! Wil. I- oh my god.” You started to pace around the room as you took in everything that’s happened. He didn’t tell you. Even after you told him you loved him.

“Y/n, hey, you’re spiraling. Sit down-“ Wilbur began to reach out to you as your breathing got heavier and your mind fogged up.

“No! No. I need to leave. I- you made me think I lost you! I thought I lost my best friend when in reality you were just too much of a scaredy cat to tell me you liked me back.” You quickly open the door and storm out, Wilbur right on your heels.

“Y/n please. Listen to me, it wasn’t that simple- Can you please just stop and listen!” As you walked out of the building into the cold, rainy outdoors, Wilbur quickly ran in front of you, grabbing your shoulders to keep your stationary as you looked up at him with desperation and hopelessness.

“What do you need to tell me Wil? You’re ashamed that you like me? You’re upset that you actually might like your best friend and ruin everything? Hell, imagine how I feel! Yet, I still did it. I still told you and I’m not a mad at my choice. But the fact you thought you couldn’t tell me you liked me back, is so much more embarrassing for me than anything Wil.” You forced out as your throat quickly closed up and you covered your mouth as tears formed, face cold and wet from the pouring rain.

“No, love. Just listen to me, I can explain. When you told me you liked me, I didn’t know if you were joking or not. And I know, ‘Why would I be joking about that type of stuff’. But once you I saw your face and how heartbroken you were, I couldn’t do anything to help. You were already gone by the time I was going to say something. And when you weren’t at school at all for like, 3 days, I was so fucking worried you were hurt or something. And the time I came over to your house, you weren’t home. So I just decided to leave you alone and knowing that I hurt you didn’t make it any better. And I’m an idiot for not believing you and not telling you how I felt and I’m so sorry and if you can I would love to try this whole thing out again unless you do-“

Before he could continue his hopeless ramble, you cut him off with a cold kiss. Both of your lips freezing from the rain and weather, but not paying any mind to it, being to engrossed in each other. Cupping your face, Wilbur pushed your faces closer together, wanting to feel you as close as he can. Never letting you go. As you held his hands that were on your face, you were quickly reminded of the states your bodies were in. You pulled away, Wilbur whining as you did so, and looked up at him with a big smile.

“As much as I want to continue, we are soaking wet and cold and I also don’t feel like getting sick so-“

“Wanna skip? We can go to my house and order food. We can watch Disney movies or those shitty 90s rom coms you like and drink tea or whatever you want. You can wear my clothes! I know you like them, just as much as I like them on you.” Wilbur swiped the hair that fell in your face. His hand cupped your face as he looked down at you with so much love and warmth.

You shivered a little at the cold skin against skin contact. You laughed and nodded up at him. “Yes please, as long as you don’t start commenting on how badly the actors act or how they got a certain subject wrong. It gets quite annoying.” You poked his chest as he laughed.

“I can’t promise anything. But I can promise cuddles and kisses.” He whispered to you as he leans down closer to you, smiling ear to ear as you leaned up and pecks his lips once more before walking over to his car.

“That’s all you had to say pretty boy. Now let’s go! My clothes are sticking to me and I’m cold and hungry. Three things that make me very upset.” You waited for him to unlock his car that definitely way too small for him.

Once you both made your way into the car, knowing damn well his leather seats would be ruined by the time the water dried, Wilbur started his car and looked over at you. You were shivering as the heat started to kick on, barely doing anything in the old, run down car of his. He smiled and leant over the center console and turned your face to look at him as he leaned in and kissed your lips, slowly and gently.

Neither of you wanted the moment to end, but your stomach had other plans of its own as it started to angrily rumble at the state of its emptiness. Pulling away, Wilbur and you both bursted out laughing. Wilbur finally sat back in his seat, pulling out of the parking lot.

“Ok, what are ya’ hungry for?”

Bonus (oh- oh wow look at this-):

“Holy shit! James get over here!” Ash yelled out as he switched his gaze from his phone to the couple standing outside.

“What is goi- HOLY FUCK!” James yelled as he jumped up and down in excitement.

“You owe me 20 bucks, you know?” Ash’s comment made James stop jumping and instead stare at the long haired boy in anger.

“Why the FUCK did you have to remind me now?” James asked Ash as they both started to walk away from the door.

“Because I want my money I earned for being right, like always.” Ash smirked at James as he saved the video to his camera roll and sent it to the group chat.

“You little sh- wait did you take a video of it all?!”

“Yup.” Ash nodded as he waited for the notifications to start coming in.

“You know, you may die and I won’t help you a-“ james got cut off as he heard a ringtone go off, looking across he table to ash’s phone lighting up with the name:

‘Utter baphoon 🕺’

Ash smirked as he pressed the answer button, putting the phone on speaker.

“Yes?”

“ASH YOU FUCKING BITCH-“

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