#only thing suggest he notices is spread his arm so she could use it as bars

[hsgucci94]

Sexy mama

« Would love one where y/n gets annoyed because Harry won’t have sex because she’s pregnant »

A/N: feel free to send in writing ideas for little stories you wanna read on here 💖 x

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“Are you mad?” Harry rose both eyebrows, watching you move around the kitchen while he stood at the entrance, his shoulder against the doorframe. His eyes were scanning your every move, trying to learn and decode the situation he himself got trapped in a few minutes back. “Love…, c’mon,” he softly called, voice calm but beseeching. He took a step forward, his sock-covered feet now on the the cold tile of your kitchen space.

You didn’t turn to him or react to his words. You acted as if his presence couldn’t be felt, when in reality every part of your body heated right away whenever he was around. Didn’t matter if you were pissed at him and wanted to make him sleep on the couch that night; your body always ignited whenever he was in sight.

Specially these days, when your hormones were hectic…, over the roof. You just couldn’t manage them, and the only thing, the only person who could put them to rest refused to help.

Harry sighed, seeing as you weren’t addressing him at all. “Silence treatment? Is that what I get?”

He then felt brave enough to take another step in your direction, head tilting to the side to try see your countenance and read the emotions spread all over it. But nothing. You had that stoic face that blocked your thoughts and feeling from being perceived by anyone else. And he hated it. Hated not being able to decode you and find out what was going on inside your head.

The room went quiet again, the crunch of the knife as you chopped vegetables being the only sound. And it started to drive him crazy. Chop after chop after chop he became more anxious and worried.

As if there wasn’t any sign before, now it was even more clear you were annoyed by his previous actions.

He passed a hand through his curls, tugging slightly at them to relieve some tension. His eyes scanned you once again before breaking the space between your bodies and walking over to you. He stopped right in front of you, his hips resting against the countertop next to where you were dinner prepping, his arms loosely crossed over his chest.

“Y/N…”

“No,” you warned him before he could go on, eyes never leaving the food in front of you. “If you think I look fat and unattractive right now you can just say it, you know? No need to bullshit me like that.”

You spat the words like venom, like they had been resting in you tongue for sometime now before you had the courage to finally spill them out.

“Hey. Hold on,” Harry reacted, brows pinched together as the frown in his forehead grew stronger. “None of that, Y/N. What the fuck? How can you even suggest that?”

He ventured forward, forcing himself in your line of vision. “Look at me,” he asked, resting a hand over the one you were using to cut the food, wanting you to stop and focus solely on him, “Where’s all this coming from? You can’t just say it and keep on like nothing happened. Talk to me. What’s going on right now?”

Your lip trembled, and you blinked three times as soon as you felt water in your eyes. Your facade fell down completely. You no longer could keep your feelings hidden, in place.

You took a deep breath before looking up at him, his eyes worriedly scanning your features the moment you allowed him to.

“You think I don’t notice?,” you mumbled, “You think I don’t know I look nothing like I did seven months ago?”

His frown accentuated in more confusion.

“You’re pregnant, Y/N,” he stated matter of fact, bringing his hand to your cheek and caressing it, capturing with his thumb the tear that escaped from the corner of your eye. “You’re growing a human being inside you. That’s our baby right there, mama.”

His free hand went to rest on your belly, sweetly stroking it over his t-shirt. Your clothes didn’t fit anymore, so you borrowed his to walk around comfortably. And he didn’t mind. Didn’t mind back then when you wore them just because you wanted to feel him close, and didn’t mind now that it was the only thing that fitted the body of the woman he loved the most.

In fact, he’d never mind. There was nothing as sexy as seeing you in his clothes.

“I know,” you gulped, trying to swallow your need to cry, “But I don’t feel like myself at all. I can’t recognise my body anymore, and the hormones aren’t helping. One second I’m a crying mess and the next a horny teenager. And you don’t even wanna touch me, Harry.”

He felt his heart clenching at your raw confession; at your now no longer hidden insecurities you’d managed to keep to yourself for God knows how long.

“Is that what this is about?,” his voice low as he spoke every word carefully, “I made you feel like that? You think I’m not attracted to you anymore because you’re pregnant? Fuck, no, Y/N. Never.”

“Then?,” you whispered. If you spoke any louder you feared your voice would tremble and you’d break down in front of him. Not that he hadn’t seeing you like that before, but you felt overwhelmed enough and didn’t want to add more fuel to the already existing pile of bitter emotions burning inside you.

Your gaze fell down to the floor, but couldn’t even see it because of the size of your belly. It had gotten so big in the last few weeks you couldn’t put shoes on by yourself. God, you couldn’t even get up from the bed without a helping hand.

Harry cupped your face between his hands, thumbs purposely rubbing your cheeks in tender, sweet strokes. “Listen to me, mama. Pregnant or not, you’re sexy as fuck.” His eyes searched for yours, anxiously wanting for you to believe him. Pleading you to take his words and engrave them in your brain forever. “If I’ve been avoiding you in that sense is only because I don’t wanna hurt you. I’m scared I’m gonna make a wrong move and hurt any of you. I know you’ve been in a lot of physical pain lately and I don’t wanna cause you more, love. That’s all. It’s not that I don’t want to have sex with you, I swear. Pregnant or not you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

His words flew out of his lips hurriedly, as if he was fighting against your mind to see what words you would hang onto first. What words you’d end up believing: your husband’s or those of your treacherous subconscious.

You bit hard the inside of your cheek as you looked up to the ceiling internally begging your tears to evaporate. They were already stinging your eyes, and soon enough ran down your cheeks without your permission, soaking your cheeks and Harry’s fingers.

“Ah, shit. The goddamn hormones,” you groaned in between quiet sobs.

Your husband let out a soft chuckle, his eyes glistening in adoration for you, “C’mere…”

He pulled you to him after drying your tears off with his fingertips, your body resting in between his parted legs while his hands entwined in your back to keep you glued to him. He rested his forehead against yours, and you closed your eyes allowing yourself to embrace the peace he always transmitted you.

“I love you,” Harry reminded you.

“I love you more.”

“Nuh.”

You giggled. “But it’s only fair. There are two hearts inside of me right now, both of them beating with love for you.”

The corners of his mouth widen to form the biggest smile, his dimples and bunny teeth showing, his eyes sparkling happily.

And then it clicked. You understood everything you both wanted and needed was right there.

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[captainmalewriter]

The Long Game

I sat in the passenger seat of the car as I waited for my new boyfriend Steven to come back from the gas station. He came back after a couple of minutes and hopped into the driver's seat. I couldn't help but smile like a ninny as my handsome boyfriend jumped back behind the wheel. It was truly a happy moment for me, but I knew something that could make it even better!

"Hey babe?" I started. He turned to me with big puppy eyes, practically begging me to give him more of my attention. "It's kinda hot in here... Do you wanna take off your shirt? I bet you'll feel better!"

"You're right, my love, hold on a sec..."

I watched with a wide grin as he got out of the car and took off his shirt. He then got back in, now shirtless and body on full display.

"Hey babe? Have you been hitting the gym a lot lately? You're looking swole as fuck right now... do you wanna show off?"

Steven smirked, then proceeded to flex his muscular arms right in front of me. I had a clear view to the gun show and I was loving it!

It was crazy to think that it was only three short months ago Steven was dating my sister. We first met after she brought him to a family barbecue. I knew from the first time I laid eyes on him that I wanted him for myself.

And so, I got to work. Everytime I saw him, I made sure to leave subtle yet powerful subliminal messaging for him. I knew how to use my words and I knew how people worked on a psychological level. Put those things together, and I was a natural at hypnotizing others. I made sure to keep my hypnotic work on the downlow so nobody would notice what I was doing or that Steven was slowly but surely changing as he fell under my spell.

Hey Steven, wanna go work out with me?

Hey Steven, wanna go to the pool with me?

Hey bro, wanna spend more time with me?

Hey bro, wanna share a bed with me?

Hey, do you think you like boys too?

Hey, wanna go on a date?

Hey babe, wanna have some fun tonight?

I used phrases and questions like the ones above to lure him in. I had to make sure he kept his decision making power while I merely suggested things to him. That way, he wouldn't even notice he was falling under my hypnotic words! I also made sure to spread out my suggestions throughout a long period of time (about five months) before I started making real progress on my goal. What can I say, the power of suggestion was a waiting game, but it was a game I was a professional at!

It took a while but surely enough, I noticed the desired changes in Steven. As I went deeper with the hypnosis, Steven became much more comfortable with me. He became playful with how physically affectionate he was. Of course, because I was the one who became his object of desires, I was always showered by his shameless display of affection. Kinda like a puppy, but it was just the way I liked him.

At the final stage of hypnosis, he finally broke up with my sister and was incredibly ecstatic when I asked if he wanted to go out with me. His pupils had become incredibly dilated due to the hypnosis, but that'll go away with time. I'll also slowly stop suggesting things once he's fully settled in the role I gave him. It'll probably take another month or two. But in the meantime, we'll continue being the best, most-in-love boyfriends this world has ever seen!

"Hey babe, wanna make out in the back seats?"

"Of course, my love, I'd love that."

#male hypnosis #male mind control #straight to gay #boyfriends #personality change #caption

[nevvdrinksteaa]

favors pt. i

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i think that this sounded better in my head, but i went ahead and wrote it anyways because i really couldn’t stop thinking about it. also kinda leaned into the horny vibe i was feeling, i’ve never written smut but i’ve read a lot and i think i could do it lmao

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pairing: mike schmidt x reader

prompt: idea from sweet child o’ mine @macfrog (it’s amazing i suggest you read it)

you’re abby’s babysitter and mike can’t pay you just quite yet and he asks if he can do anything for you in return and you mention that you need a date to your brother’s wedding.

warnings: uhmm fluff, angst, suggestive content, i think that’s it, let me know if i missed something!

word count: 1.7k

PART TWO HERE

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Waking up from your uncomfortable position on the couch, you heard the rain pattering on the window. The cold air suddenly swarming your body as you woke from your slumber. You reach over and tap your phone on the coffee table, watching the screen light up and checking the time. 5:48 AM Mike should be home in about 30 minutes. You reluctantly decided to slowly remove the blanket, standing up and reaching your hands in the air, stretching your stiff body as much as humanly possible.

You decided to help Mike and start cleaning up the mess you and Abby made from your activities. You start picking up the crayons, markers, and pencils and place them in the pink basket you picked out for Abby hours before coming over, smiling at how she colored in the paper hearts that were stuck to the sides, picking up the loose paper and sticking it in a neat pile on the desk on the dining table for Abby to use when she wakes up. You walk directly towards the hallway, taking clothes from the hamper and starting a load of laundry. Softly chuckling to yourself about how manly the laundry detergent Mike picked out smelled, you filled up the cap with the green goop and threw it in the washer.

Mike walked through the door as you were finishing up the dishes, drying off the big bowls you and Abby used to make brownies. He kicked his shoes off by the door and placed his keys on the little hook above the light switch. He looked at you for a few moments, taking in how cute you looked dancing to the soft music that came from your phone, how pretty your hair looked slightly knotted from your nap on the couch, the shorts you were wearing creeping up your legs with every step you take.

Mike loved watching you, in the least creepy way possible. He adored everything about you, taking the little extra time he had to notice things he never had any interest in noticing in anyone else before. You were so different and he was so infatuated, interested in getting to know you, getting to know your interests, getting to know your body. He thought about you constantly, something about you made him feel like a teenage boy. He was deep in thought when you turned around, yelping when you noticed him staring at you.

“You want to take a picture? Some people say they last longer” you say smirking, crossing your arms at the brown-eyed boy.

He chuckled softly at your flirtatious comment, a light pink dusting spreading across his tired face, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. You were listening to music and didn’t hear me come in.”

“It’s okay, I was just finishing up some dishes, I didn’t think it would’ve been fair to leave you with the brownie mess” His ears perked up with excitement “You made brownies?”

He faked surprise, ‘Of course, you made brownies’. You were always doing extra things, it was his favorite thing about you, always doing the most and expecting nothing in return.

You grabbed a brownie for yourself before sliding the plate over to the pretty boy. You stayed leaning against the island, smirking to yourself when you saw Mike's eyes dart to your chest.

“Abby and I made them, she said that she wanted to surprise you when you got off work”

“I swear that kid is only nice to me when you’re here,” he said, partially to you and partially to himself.

Rolling your eyes “You know that isn’t true, she adores you”

“I would strongly disagree, She told me I was the ‘dumbest person ever’ when I told her she needed to eat more than just spaghetti and pizza”

“To her defense, she ate brownies today, that's more than spaghetti and pizza”

“I cannot believe you would rather agree with a 10 year old than me” He put a hand over his heart, sighing heavily to show he was hurt by your words. “I always knew you liked Abby more than me.”

You looked at him, eyes wide at his comment. “Sorry, I thought it was clear that I liked her more than you” you paused, for dramatic effect “I never tried to keep it a secret.”

He laughs grabbing a second brownie, and moving away from the kitchen island toward the couch. “You coming?”

“I could be” you winked, smirking at him. He shook his head, thinking of all of the ways and positions he really could make you cum.

You start to follow him, scolding yourself for flirting with him, staying behind for a few seconds to click the lid back on the Tupperware container.

You walk around to the left side of the couch, opposite to where Mike was sitting. After your comment, you got nervous, thinking you pushed it too far. You started noticing the quietness that suddenly arose and not knowing what to say to make things less awkward.

Mike was the first to break the silence, “How was she today?”

“She was good, I was able to pull her away from her drawings long enough to watch a movie. We watched Coco and the end made her cry, then she called me a monster for making her watch it and walked right back to the bedroom to color” You giggle at the memory of the evening you had with the younger sibling.

“Sounds like Abby” Mike sighed “At least she’s warming up to you enough to sit and watch a movie with you, I can’t remember the last time we sat down for a movie”

You grabbed his hand, noticing the sadness that started to form on his face. “You know she loves you, she talks about you constantly, you’re front and center of every one of her drawings. You’re her favorite person”

He smiled softly at your kind words, grateful to have you there to comfort him. “Thank you”

“Of course, that’s what I'm here for”

“Technically you're here because you babysit my sister, but it does make me feel good to think that you’re here only for me”

“Yeah yeah Schmidt, keep telling yourself that”

“Speaking of” Mike trailed off, “It’s going to be just a little bit longer before I can pay you, the new job doesn’t offer insurance so I have to pay for everything out of pocket and Abby was just sick-” You cut him off

“Mike you know I’m not worried about it” he sighed and you could tell by the look on his face that he was still bothered by not being able to pay her.

It had been three weeks since you started babysitting for Mike, coming early to help him make dinner before he leaves for work and staying late to get Abby dressed and feeding her before driving her to school so Mike could get more than an hour of sleep.

You enjoyed helping Mike and loved taking care of Abby, you were the oldest child in your family, so you were used to caring for people.

Mike hated it, it made him feel so guilty. He felt like he was taking advantage of your kindness, promising you every day that it would be only a little bit longer before he could pay you.

“You know, if you feel bad you could just repay me with a favor”

Mike perked up. His mind was filling with ideas of what could fall out of your pretty little lips. He would do anything you asked him to, make you dinner, give you a massage, eat you out for hours and hours. ‘God, why was he suddenly so horny?’

“What kind of favor are you thinking?” slightly squeezing his hand that was placed across your soft thighs. As soon as the words came out of his mouth he felt like a cheap whore, suddenly nervous that he was coming onto you so strong and you wouldn’t reciprocate.

“As tempting as this favor is,” you say placing a hand on his chest “I was thinking something else”

He was suddenly so embarrassed. He quickly pulled his hand away, placing it in his lap, and looking away from your beautiful face. You felt bad seeing a pitiful look on his face, hurting Mike’s feelings was the last thing you wanted to do.

“My brother is getting married in two weeks and I need a date.” He was ecstatic, pushing his horny feelings aside, he could picture it in his head; you two hand in hand, his tie matching your dress, sharing a kiss after your first slow dance-

“My boyfriend has a work conference and he has to be at” You have a boyfriend? “and my family is so annoying if I know if I come without a date, all they would do is tell me that I’m wasting my life away and I’m going to forever be so lonely and-” You have a boyfriend? How could he not know that?

“Mike, are you listening to me? If you’re uncomfortable pretending to be my boyfriend then I could always ask someone else”

“I’ll do it” Against his better judgment, he agrees, hoping that something could come out of it

“Really? Oh my god, thank you so much!” You lean over and hug him “You’re really saving my ass”

“Anything to help” he laughs, trying to make it seem like you didn’t just stab him in the chest with a casual mention of your boyfriend.

Suddenly, your alarm goes off and you pull away from the hug. Mike felt cold at the loss of contact.

“It’s 7:30, you should get to bed” you state standing up from your spot on the couch “I’ll get Abby ready from school so you can catch up on some sleep, I’ll text you the details of the wedding after I drop her off”

Mike watched as you walked away, feeling like he just got punched in the gut. You didn’t feel the way he did and god that was embarrassing. He never had time to even think about a relationship and the first time in a long time he does, the girl in question has a boyfriend.

Mike let out a deep sigh and got up, heading towards his bedroom ready to close his eyes and forget about the miserable conversation. As he walks past Abby’s room he notices you crouched beside her bed, softly shaking her awake.

Fake boyfriend or not, at least he knows he won’t be pretending about his feelings for you to your family.

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[houseofanticipation]

This is part 2. Read part 1.

You're in the grocery store. In the canned goods aisle. You pick up a can of potato leek soup and notice the mascot, a burly chef with his arms crossed, is pretty good-looking. This makes you wet.

It's been a month since you first took that stranger's cum on your face in the mall bathroom. Since then there have been few new specific tasks to complete; most of your benefactor's instructions have been simple rules to follow. You wish there would be more tasks—you liked the thrill of leaving your actions in the hands of a stranger, not knowing what shameful, disgusting thing you would have to do next—but you can't deny the rules have been keeping you busy.

The first rule, the one about cumming whenever you feel like cumming, has been more time consuming than you'd have expected. You always knew you were hornier than the average person, but now that you're paying attention you realize just how often you've been suppressing the urge. Now a day when you only cum three times feels downright ascetic.

Your favorite place to cum is the bus. There's a spot in the back of the older busses with a handrail that, when you step over and straddle it (you no longer bother with panties), seems to rub your pussy like nothing else in the world. So many factors come together to make it work: The thickness of the pole spreads your pussy lips just so. The height of the rail puts it just slightly above your normal crotch height, meaning it presses into you in just the right way, and you can stand on your tip toes if you want to vary the pressure. When you grind your clit into the rail the vibration of the bus makes for the most exquisite sensation, a throbbing, shuddering feeling just adjacent to pain that almost always elicits an involuntary moan from you. You've done it enough times now that you're beginning to recognize the best places to cum on the bus route, where the roads are bumpier or the potholes more frequent.

The best part, the part that gets you making up errands when you have no reason to take the bus that day, the part that makes you so wet you're dripping on the sidewalk before the bus even arrives, is thinking about just how dirty the rail is. All the hands that have touched it before you, all the germs they brought with them, all the particulates and oils and grimes. It looks clean enough, but just thinking about it fills you with such shame and disgust that you could almost cum without any stimulation at all.

Shame has been a problem for you. Shame is an elusive dragon, and each time you catch her she becomes harder to catch again. Fingering your cunt in public used to cripple you with embarrassment, and now it barely seems worth working up a flush over. You've found yourself considering ever deeper acts of depravity, just to elicit the same feeling you once got from blowing a guy to completion in a public bathroom. It worries you, a little; what will you cum to once you can't sink any lower?

But there is still so much further to sink.

Another of your benefactor's rules, instituted after your first week, is that any sexual suggestion, advance, or threat is to be considered an absolute command. A guy in a bar grabbed your ass and said your lips would look pretty around his cock, and you were unbuttoning his pants before he could even get you to a private corner. A man in the park told you he'd fuck you till you were screaming his name, so you sat down on the grass and lifted your skirt (though in point of fact he came in you after about thirty seconds and you wouldn't have known his name if you had been inclined to scream it). A construction worker whistled at you as you walked by, and before you knew it you had cum dripping from your every hole and an angry foreman telling you to get off his site and stop distracting his guys.

These rules have made it pretty much impossible to hold down a job, but you've been finding it increasingly easy to function without spending money. You first noticed it on the bus, after you'd already been riding it to cum every day for a couple weeks. One day as you were boarding, preparing to swipe your fare card, the woman behind you practically shoved you out of the way to reach the card reader herself. You stumbled, caught yourself, and then realized the line was moving on, and the driver wasn't telling you to pay. You didn't argue—the cost of these bus trips was beginning to add up already—but it did strike you as strange. The next day you didn't try to pay at all, just walked right on board, and once again the bus driver didn't stop you, barely even seemed to notice you. You wondered on this during you cum session, sliding your sopping wet pussy ponderously up and down the length of the rail. It occurred to you just as you approached the climax of a particularly intense and vocal orgasm what your benefactor had said in his very first message to you.

when i am done with you strangers on the street will perceive you as a Thing.

Was it already happening? Were you already so below a human being that you couldn't be expected to pay your way on the bus? Were you just a Thing that drifted in sometimes, to be ignored or put up with until it drifted off again? As you screamed your pleasure and gushed into a puddle on the floor, you looked out at the people. They looked at their phones and put in their headphones, and not a one of them looked at you.

It made sense when you thought about it. You'd been fucking and sucking and cumming and being cum on all over the city at that point, and you hadn't had a single problem with the police. You'd even let an officer stick a nightstick up your ass once. Your theory seemed all but confirmed when you realized the bus no longer bothers to stop if you are the only one waiting.

So you look at the can of potato leek soup. At the oddly sexy little chef, with his rosy cheeks and his muscular arms and what you can only assume is a rock-hard cock standing to attention behind the brand name. You feel that pressure below your stomach, a buildup of tension as your nether regions begin to moisten. You turn the can over in your hand, wondering about its exact diameter.

Moments later you're on the floor, trying to fit a soup can in your pussy.

It takes some time. You have to play with your clit for a while to get the lubrication you need, and even then it takes some determination. The edges of the can are hard, uncomfortable, but that little bit of pain is enough to just tickle the massively overstimulated shame receptors in your brain, making your face flush and your clit throb. Once the base is in it's just a matter of slow persistence, working it into your pussy inch by inch, until your lips just close around the bottom rim. It's not completely swallowed up—the base is still clearly visible, like a metal wall across your hole—but you think it's as deep as it's going to go. And god it feels amazing.

You push on it with your finger, gasping as it presses against your insides. This is the most full you've ever been, the most stretched you've ever felt. You rub circles around your swollen clit, holding your free hand over your pussy to stop the can from coming out. You're moaning now, closing your eyes and throwing back your head and feeling yourself contract around the unyielding metal.

"Hey, are you the girl from that video?"

You open your eyes and look up to see a pair of young men looking down at you. One of them holds out his phone to show you the video of your bathroom encounter a month ago. He's even been thoughtful enough to scrub forward to the moment the first rope of cum hits your face. You know that video well; it's been your masturbation aid many a night. The act itself no longer carries much shame for you—you've done much worse things much more publicly—but watching the video, seeing the look on your face, brings you back to the way you felt in that moment, if just an echo of it: the lust, the shame, the exhilaration, the disgust. It might seem forward, showing porn to a stranger in the grocery store, but in their defense, you do have your legs splayed open and a can of soup in your cunt.

You nod your response to the initial question, unable to speak as the pleasure swells inside you. You find yourself speaking less and less these days; most of your interaction with human beings involves them fucking you in some way, and all you really need for that is the right body language. Case in point: when one of the men stammers out something about being a fan of your work, all you need to do is roll over on your knees, plant your face on the scuffed linoleum, and spread your ass cheeks open. That's plenty invitation, and you never even had to open your mouth.

One of the guys (you can't see which, but they seem basically interchangeable) pours lube on your asshole and begins to rub it with his fingers, pressing first against it, and then into it. You have no idea where the lube came from, but you're thankful for it, and you're glad he takes the bait on your asshole instead of trying for your pussy. You'd have to let him use it if he wanted to, but you're not ready to take this can out yet. It slipped a little when you took your hand off, and pushing it back in feels fantastic. Especially as this guy massages your insides with his fingers.

A pair of powerful hands takes you by the shoulders and hoists you up, putting you eye level with the other man's cock. You can see the blood is pumping, but he's not fully hard yet. That just means you have a job to do. Using your free hand to support yourself you take him into your mouth, swishing his cock around with your tongue, feeling it inflate and stiffen in real time. It's bigger than you'd have guessed, and as it reaches its full length you find it pushing further back, past the your tongue. You relax your throat and extend your tongue, tears welling up in your eyes as you push deeper, deeper, trying to get far enough to give his balls a little lick. It's at that moment the guy in the back decides it's time to put his cock in you.

The combination of the dick in your ass and the can in your pussy is like nothing you've ever felt. It's a fullness, a pressure, painful in the most intensely pleasurable way. You take your hand off the ground, leaving the full weight of your torso in the hands of the man whose cock is in your throat, and go back to masturbating the way you were before these men showed up: one hand to stimulate the clit, the other to push the can in and out, in and out.

Now in full control of your upper body, the man at the front begins to thrust more aggressively. Long ropes of saliva dangle from your chin as you gurgle happily, throwing yourself into each thrust, tasting his precum when he pulls out far enough to get it on your tongue. He's getting close now, you can feel it in the throbbing of his cock and the urgency of his thrusts, but before he can burst he pulls back. "Let me see my cum on your tongue," he says breathlessly. You oblige, sticking out your tongue and trying to cup it so the cum doesn't slide off.

The two men cum at the same time. You hadn't noticed the guy in your ass was that close—you suppose you were too focused on the front. He bends over you as his cum fills your ass, pinching and tugging your nipples through your shirt. The other man spills load after load onto your tongue, watching in satisfaction as it slides down into your throat. You used to dislike the taste of cum, but you've begun to think of it like coffee or wine: the more of it you taste the more you enjoy, and the more complexity you're able to discern in the flavor. This man's cum makes you think of an oyster; slimy, salty, with an undertone of freshness like that of the ocean.

As both cocks withdraw you roll onto your back to finish yourself off, but before you can even touch yourself the man whose cum now sits in your stomach is grabbing you by the wrists and pinning them to the ground. A sound you didn't know was in you, a growl of animal frustration, wells up in your throat as you struggle against his weight. But the sound subsides when the other man begins rubbing your clit himself. He's faster about it than you would be, less subtle, and quickly the pleasure becomes too intense. You buck and jerk, trying to pull back, but his hand chases your clit each time you manage to make space, never letting up for more than a second or two. You scream and gnash your teeth as shivers chase each other up and down your skin, your legs tremble, your eyes roll back. The force of your pussy contracting into the orgasm is enough to push out the can, making a sound that can only be described as a schlorp! as it comes out of you. Your own cum mingles on the linoleum with the cum dripping out of ass. You fall limp, gasping for air, staring up at the ceiling.

The men laugh and take a few pictures, and by the time you're able to sit up, they're both gone. You stand on wobbly legs, brushing yourself off, and see your phone on the ground. It's always falling out of these tiny pockets.

On your phone is a message from your benefactor. A single sentence, accompanied by a pinned map location.

go to this location and await further instruction.

You pick up the can and look at the chef again, now thoroughly soaked from his time with you. You wipe it on your skirt and make for the exit. You doubt anyone will mind if you take this with you.

#degredation kink #dehumanization kink #cvmdump #cvmslvt #cnc free use

[idanceuntilidie]

Double trouble

Yan vampire twins x male reader Requests are open. Tw. yandere tendecies, mentions of death.

You and your friends decided to explore a fancy Victorian mansion at the verge of the town. It was supposed to be abandoned and in good condition, some of your friends suggested that it could be a good hang out spot. 

You agreed, having nothing better to do. 

When all of you got there it was dark already, so you took flashlights and hurried inside.  The inside was well kept, in fact it looked like someone is still living in there. It made you really nervous.  Your friend said it may be because no one really tried to break in because of the legends surrounding the place.   Something about vampires.   

Ridiculous.   

All of you got to the main hall, it was rather spacious. Polished dark oak shined when the light was directed at it. On both sides were hallways to two other spacious rooms and in front of you guys were standing proudly massive stairs.  It would take you too long to search the place in a group so all of you decided to separate to search the place faster. 20 minutes, and all of you had to go back to the main hall to make sure everyone is okay. Everyone scurried away leaving you alone. You slowly walked up the stairs, the wood creaking. 

When you finally got there, you were faced with a long hallway full of beautiful paintings on your right side, on your left there were huge windows and pillars.    The paintings had one thing in common, two boys, who looked so similar but at the same time so different.  Oddly enough they had such beautiful red eyes. Your hand reached to touch one of of the paintings  Then you heard a scream.   

Eyes widening, you yelled your friends name and ran towards the screaming.    The mansion seemingly got bigger, the hallways never ending, you tried your best to follow the screaming. Until it stopped and you found the body of your friend, she looked like the life was sucked out of her.  Your lips quivered.  You need to get out of here. You ran, and got lost, yu felt like the mansion was playing tricks on you.  The paintings, walls, pillars window seemed to repeat.    When you finally got to the stair well a spark of hope bloomed in your chest, but they you noticed two men waiting at the bottom of it.  They looked like the boys from the paintings! They were surrounded by the lifeless bodies of your friends. 

You wanted to gag.  You wanted to turn away and run.  One of them looked in your direction, his face looked bored. His lips were painted red, it was dripping down his chin.    “Brother look.. another one appeared.”   The other looked in your direction smiling, he was in the similar state as the other one.   “Oh, my aren't you just charming.”    He giggled and spread his arms widely. 

“Aren’t you lucky I am quite full”  You backed away and was about to head up when a pair of arms, you felt someone rest their head on your shoulder.  “He smells so sweet... Brother” he mumbled.  “So fun, so different than them...”    “Good job Qing, they were ready to scurry away”  Qing didn’t respond, he only buried his face deeper in the crook of your neck, you could feel something sharp.  “I want to keep this one, Quillion, he is so pretty, so alive”    Quillion only smiled at that, he slowly walked to the both of you. You tried desperately to get away, but Qings death grip keep you in place.  The other brother cupped your face with his hand, he hummed while deciding what to do with you. 

“Why yes, he is dear brother, I think I am in love. Is this what you humans call in love at first sight?” 

His face got closer to yours you, his breath fanned across your face.  You felt Qing chuckle.  “I think I am in love also brother”    Quillion smiled proudly at that.  “So it has been decided, you are staying with us.”    “And you can’t leave.” 

#yan vampire twins Qing and Quillion #yan twins #yandere males #yandere #yanderes #yanderes x reader #male yanderes x male reader #male reader #yandere oc #yandere ocs #yan ocs #yan oc #yandere blog #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere x male darling #male yandere

[teyums]

complete random thought that i wanted to share, neteyam 100% likes em a little insane. hot girls are always borderline unstable, serving jennifer’s body vibes but in a non murderous way 🥰🫶🏻

NOOO 10000%. And it kinda turns him on when you’re riled up ngl… 😗 loll the way i identify w this so much bc i literally have anger issues, someone get me a teyam STAT!!

contains: language, hinting towards events!

Neteyam sat on a stool in the corner of your shared hut, head tilted while his eyes trailed you angrily pacing back and forth through the hut, with an agenda you wouldn’t let him on.

“Baby-“ He reached out for your arm as you whisked past him and to the other side of the room, sighing to himself when you yanked it away before he could grab onto it. “Baby. Please calm down, you’re scaring me.” He chuckled nervously, gulping as you picked your bow up from the ground.

“That bitch is gonna be real scared of me when I’m done with her ass.” You laughed dryly, so involved in what you were doing that you didn’t notice him shoot up from where he was and stand to his feet at your threat.

“So what, you’re going to shoot her with an arrow because she said she doesn’t like me?” He guffawed, hands on his hips.

“No, did you see me grab any arrows? I’m going to use the wood of my bow to beat the living shit-“

He was in front of you in one long stride, his strong hands holding your biceps in place so you couldn’t move away from him. Moving his head with yours everytime you tried to look around his body. “My love, It’s okay.” He spoke slowly, dragging the last part of the word out for emphasis while he looked into your avoidant stare. “Why don’t we just take a second to calm down, hm?” He suggested, rubbing his large hands up and down the smooth skin of your arms.

You rolled your eyes, opening your mouth to protest, but your breath catching in your throat when his hands fell to your waist and pulled you closer to him. “Why don’t you let me… calm you down, yeah?” A smug smile spread across his face at his own suggestion, it only growing wider when your eyes locked on his for the first time during this whole ordeal. Clearly indicating that you were interested in what he had to offer.

You unknowingly dropped your bow to the ground, no longer interested in your previous mission. Gazing up at him intently with big eyes and he immediately sensed your demeanor change, taking that as a sign to continue.

“Yeah, you’d like that huh?” He nodded, hands falling to grip lower and palm at the soft flesh below your waist. Sending your mind into a frenzy as you leaned into him and instinctively slid your arms around his neck.

He hummed at your dazed expression when his fingers walked inwards toward the center of your loincloth. Quickly lowering himself and hooking his hands under your thighs to hoist you up into his hold before things could go any further.

You bit back a quiet moan when his soft lips found the sweet spot on your neck, legs winding around his torso as he carried you into the other room, away from the door. Dedicated on making you forget what you were even mad about in the first place.

#neteyam sully #neteyam drabble #avatar 2 #neteyam x reader #avatar way of water #neteyam #avatar twow #neteyam x you #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam imagine #neteyam oneshot #neteyam x y/n

[mypoisonedvine]

omggg #64 with coworkers!javi p? 🫶

oh i havent written javier in ages!! i missed him!

#64: "fuck me--" "okay." "it's just a figure of speech..."

warnings: smut (18+ only!!), oral m receiving, slightly shy/innocent reader? she's still thirsty tho lmaoooo

You couldn't help it: he looked so sexy when he was frustrated.

It wasn't that you didn't feel bad for him when he was upset. He usually had good reason to be. You certainly didn't want to cause him to get like that... you just liked looking at him when it happened.

"Fuck," Javi sighed, tilting his head back as he ran his hands over his face; you bit your lip, hoping he wouldn't notice you staring.

He leaned in the chair, spreading his legs a little wider, and damn his thighs looked good in those jeans.

"Fuckin' idiots," he groaned to himself, "you know how much paperwork this is gonna be?"

"U-um, I'm not sure," you replied hesitantly, until he shot you a glare.

"I wasn't really asking," he explained.

"Oh... sorry..." you mumbled.

"But, just so you know-- it's gonna be a lot," he informed you.

"I can help!" you offered. "I don't mind staying late--"

"No, it's not your problem to solve," he shook his head.

"It's really okay," you promised, "I-I know I don't know my way around as well as you, but I can at least pick up the slack, right?"

You could tell by his expression that he was still planning to say no, so you spoke up first.

"I won't bug you, I swear-- I just want to be helpful! I won't ask any stupid questions--"

"Fine," he blurted out, sighing as little as you smiled. "Fine. You can stay late and help. But if we're not done by 8, you're going home."

"Great," you beamed.

~

You got the impression that you were more help than he was expecting, but you still found yourself distracted by him all too often. He just looked so good like this: running his fingers through his hair, filling his exposed chest with heavy sighs...

Once or twice, he almost caught you looking at him, but you darted your eyes back to the paperwork at hand and pretended to be focused.

He'd been handing you things to do for him-- delegating, as you'd suggested, to ease the load. You'd finish something and hand it back, simple enough. "What else can I do to help?" you asked him after finishing a few things, but he wasn't really paying attention to you right then.

"Fuck me," he groaned.

"Okay," you blurted out. Before you could think about it, before you could process that he hadn't even heard your question, before you could wonder if you'd be hearing from HR on Monday.

"It's... just a figure of speech..." he corrected with a nervous pause, looking over at you under raised brows.

You cleared your throat and looked away, feeling your face heat up. "I know," you responded, "I was just kidding."

"Right," he nodded, eyes still on you. "Didn't look like you were kidding."

"Yeah, 'cause I'm not that funny," you shrugged. "Not every joke lands, right?"

"It wasn't funny," he agreed with a growing smirk, "but I never said it didn't land."

You swallowed as he gave you a knowing look.

"You want somethin' from me? You just have to ask," he offered, voice lower and sweeter. You shifted nervously in your seat.

"Well, I-- um..."

He leaned in a little closer to you. "Sure could use the stress relief," he grinned. "I know how bad you wanna be helpful..."

You felt a bit helpless to him as he curled his finger to beckon you closer. You stood up and approached his chair, until he patted his thigh and you nervously sat down on it.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer; you were very aware that you'd never been this close to him before, and you bit your lip in anticipation. "Probably thought I wouldn't catch you lookin' at me, hm?" he prompted with a smile.

Damn. You thought you were more subtle...

"You wanna help me, honey?" he cooed. Finding yourself getting lost already in those warm brown eyes, you felt yourself nodding before you could think about it. He smiled wider. "Good. Why don't you get on your knees for me?"

Even as you were obeying, kneeling on the floor, you wondered if this was a bad idea-- if someone else would, for some odd reason, come back into the office and catch you like this. Why did the thought make your stomach flutter in a sort of intriguing way?

Your lip caught between your teeth as he shifted his hips with a low groan, starting to unbuckle his belt and jeans for you. You certainly had a suspicion that his dick would match his ego, but the thickness still surprised you a bit when he held it in front of your face... especially when you realized he wasn't fully hard yet. "C'mon and show me what you can do, baby," he encouraged, gently petting your head before guiding it further into his lap.

Though the reality of the situation still hadn't quite set in yet, you wrapped your lips around him and shut your eyes, humming as he moaned lowly and guided you down a bit further.

"Good girl," he praised roughly, leaning his head back and shutting his eyes. "Damn, got a nice little mouth on you..."

You hummed at the depth of his voice, feeling his cock stiffen further against your lips. You took him deeper with each bob of your head, whining a bit as he began to just barely move his hips forward into your mouth.

He groaned louder when the tip hit your throat. "Too big for you, honey?" he chuckled a bit, and you realized with wide eyes how much of his length was still left. "S'okay, baby, I know somewhere that you can fit all of this..."

You looked up at him, eyes wide, and felt your walls flutter at his devious smirk.

"Wanna come up here and make good on that offer to fuck me?" he chuckled.

You took your mouth off of him and eagerly jumped up into his lap, whimpering with need as he started to push your skirt up. "Javi," you moaned under your breath, letting your eyes flutter shut as his warm hands ran up your thighs--

"What?" he asked, and you jumped in your chair a bit as your eyes opened again. Your face flushed as you realized how far you'd let yourself fall into the fantasy.

"U-uh, nothing," you choked, shuffling around aimlessly with the stack of papers in front of you.

"If you're tired, you can head home," he assured, "it's no trouble-- I can finish this all up--"

"No, no, it's fine," you shook your head, offering him a nervous smile. "I'm all yours for the night."

"Hm?" he tilted his head.

"Um, you know-- it's just a figure of speech," you explained with a sigh.

#javier pena x reader #javier pena smut

[noroi1000]

Yo! Can u do Boyfriend Gojo × Y/N

Where they get bored n then y/n suggests to do a fun role-playing game for passing time where she acts like a waitress welcoming gojo in her restaurant(imaginary) n he sits on the couch imagining it as luxurious chair of the restaurant or smtg n when she asks him "what would u like to eat sir?" He says "I would love to eat You~" then y/n becomes shocked n goes like "Gojo ur literally a customer in a Restaurant so act like one!" N then he gives some cocky reply like "isn't the work of a waiter is to listen to the customer?" then he makes things heated n then... ;)

(No need to write same exact dialogs btw I just wrote them for a reference)

Make it NSFW obv hehe 🍡

Thx in Advance I will be waiting for the reply ;)

Homemade Maid Cafe

Paring: Gojo x reader

pictures not mine!

Warnings: smut (sex on table, maid outfit, role-playing)

"(y/n)-chan, (y/n)-chan! Let's play something!"

You looked at your boyfriend who was standing next to you. Preventing you from leaving the wall you were standing against.

"A maid cafe?" you asked.

"Yeah! You know... I'm bored." He laughed.

"I noticed, Satoru. Also, I've seen you looking at descriptions about coffee shops like this." You said, waiting for what he would say next.

"You know, I was thinking... And I feel like playing role-play..." He muttered with a smile.

"It'll be dinner soon. But I'll play with you." You said looking towards the kitchen. Hoping to escape before he catches you.

Such fun always ends with one...

Especially if you're going to play it with him...

He put his hand on the wall behind you.

"Honey, you just recently said you were bored. Me too. So we can play something. Now." He smiled. "Besides, it's good. We will eat dinner. How about you be my waitress?"

You looked at him blushing. Even if you proposed it to him.

You know what he means...

Whenever he's bored, his thoughts come out as something perverted. When he's not trying to convince you to have sex, he's saying something related to it. Or touches you.

And this is something like this.

Or maybe he just wants something like this?

You won't know until you see it.

"Fine... What should I do?" you asked, watching his smile grow bigger every second.

He left for a while and then came back, handing you a transparent package with a maid's outfit inside.

"You've prepared for this, haven't you?"

You picked up the outfit.

You don't know if he was tying the right size.

Besides, you know exactly that he knows your clothes sizes. So it's no wonder he brings you outfits that fit.

But it's a bit smaller.

And you know exactly why. This man loves to watch you put on his clothes. He feels so proud then. And you look nice wearing his shirt hanging off your body. Or that his shirt sticks to your breasts sometimes. Especially when you don't wear a bra and your nipples stick out.

Then shivers run down his spine and the heat only goes between his legs, pumping blood to the body part he's been using too much on you already.

And even more, he loves to see you in clothes that cling to your body. Showing him every roundness.

At least this outfit is not a variety for a small child. You'll fit in it easily.

You're only concerned about the length of the skirt.

He might as well have bought it at a sex shop. And in such a store there are no other outfits than those that are too short, revealing too much, or those that have holes in the material in places other than just for legs, arms and head.

"I've been wondering what you'd look like in this for a while."

You took your clothes to the bathroom and started changing.

When you left, you saw him sitting on the couch with his legs spread. And in front of him was the low table that had been in the living room for as long as you can remember.

"You look beautiful!" He said cheerfully.

"Sir, it's not nice to comment so loudly on the waitress' outfit." You said getting into the role.

If he laughs at it, you'll burn with shame.

Or you burn him.

You could have made up a funeral game or an accountant game. Nah... If you were playing funeral and the table or the bed was a fake coffin, he'd jump on you and start fucking you...

If you were playing accounting, he'd make you change into a skirt, shirt, and jacket, and he'd throw you on the desk and fuck you. So either way, it's going to end badly.

At least now while you're his "waitress", you can go up to him, ask him what he wants to eat, then you'll serve him his dinner, and that's it...

"You should sit at the kitchen table. It would look more like a restaurant." You said pointing to the chairs.

"Nope. I'm in a fancy restaurant where I'm sitting on the couch. And I'm served by the most beautiful waitress." He smiled wildly, looking at your body over his glasses.

"Fine." You reached into the apron you were wearing and pulled out the small notebook that came with it.

You walked over to him.

"What would you like to eat, sir?" You asked.

Maybe he'll like this game if you fit your role perfectly.

He was staring at the table with his fingers on his chin.

You thought he was thinking about what's for dinner tonight so he could say it.

He suddenly smiled and looked at you.

"Oh, I know. I'd like to order an orange juice." he said looking at you.

You wrote it down in a little notebook.

"What to eat?" You asked with a pen ready to write on a piece of paper.

"I'd like to eat you~."

You widened your eyes at his perverted comment.

You looked at him and, shocked, decided to step out of your role for a moment to tell him your opinion.

"Satoru, you are literally a restaurant customer. So act like a customer!" you said before clearing your throat. "So what would you like to eat?"

"I want to eat you, baby."

You thought you'd break a pink pen in your hand when you heard that.

"You should not -".

He interrupted you.

"Excuse me, but isn't a waiter's job to listen to the customer?" There was still a smile on his face.

You decided to stay calm and continue.

"Today I'm offering you baked chicken with vegetables." You said with a smile.

"No thanks. I feel like something different today."

"What is this?"

You wanted to come over and throw that pen at him if he said anything about eating you.

"Something sweet."

You nodded. It was normal.

"What exactly?" you asked.

"Uhm... your sweet pussy~."

You clenched your fists and wanted to punch him.

But how much he only mentioned about fucking you made you wet.

Why don't you play his game?

It can be interesting and enjoyable.

"What exactly do you want, sir?" You asked again.

"Your body now on this table. No panties, pussy towards me."

More moisture gathered between your legs.

"Perhaps you prefer chicken, though? I recommend it." You said with a smile.

Suddenly he got up.

"No. I want my order. That's what I said. Unless you want me to talk to your boss."

Oh yes, you want to play this game.

"boss? Why boss, sir? I don't want to lose my job. Chicken is our dish of the day..." you said softly. Getting into the role too much.

A dangerous customer in a restaurant? Oh yes.

"I want my order. I'll come for chicken another time. I know it's probably delicious." he replied.

"Please sir-."

"I'm going to the boss. Guide me. I'll turn to him and you will be punished."

"Oh no! Please! Don't tell the boss! I will be a good waitress. I don't want to lose this job. Please sir~."

Hearing your sounds made his cock harden in his pants.

"Will you be a good little waitress and fill my order? I'm really hungry. And really generous. I'll tip you for a job well done." He said as he sat back on the couch.

He spread his legs, showing how comfortable he felt.

This game was interesting...

You walked over to the empty table in front of him and slowly pulled your panties off.

You knelt in front of him, grabbing his sweatpants and pulling the material down.

Allowing the hard, standing cock to pop out.

"Here is your order. I hope you will enjoy the service and the meal."

Saying that, you opened your mouth, letting the mushroom pink tip into your mouth. Listening to his contented purr.

  As your pussy dripped from how aroused you were by sucking him, he pushed your face away.

He let you straighten up as you knelt in front of him.

"Is that what you ordered?" You asked innocently.

"Yeah. The appetizer was perfect. Please give me the main course." he said with a smile and gestured for you to turn around.

He pushed you gently onto the table until your breasts were pressed against the wood.

He pushed the couch with his foot so he could kneel behind you and have plenty of room.

He lifted your skirt and curved it, arranging the fabric so it wouldn't get in the way.

He put his knee between your calves, signaling you to spread your legs.

As you did, he also placed his other knee between your calves, widening your stance even a little more.

Grabbing his cock, he placed the tip against your shiny pussy, sliding down your hole and slapping against your clit.

"Mhm~ The main course looks delicious~." he murmured before inserting the tip into you

You purred as you lay on the table, feeling him slowly fill you up and then pull you out to hit you deep next time.

"A sweet waitress like you is perfect for customer service." He said placing his hands on your hips, lifting them slightly. He held to get the leverage so he could fuck you at a fast pace.

The moisture that gathered in your warm core allowed him to do so.

"This is a perfectly prepared meal. Nothing is dry. It's juicy and delicious. I want to eat a dish like this more often~" he moaned pulling your hips closer as he fucked you.

As you moaned, you searched for anything to put your hands there.

You found the corner of the table with one hand.

His hips hit yours at breakneck speed. Making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

The fact that your body was pressed against the table made the table scrape on the floor. And you, too, felt the strength and speed of his thrusts.

Your belly, or rather lower abdomen, was pressed against the wood. That's why you felt even more clearly how he pressed deep inside you, in a straight line. Reaching even deeper.

Even if your eyes were watery, behind your mouth drooling, you found your way to his body with your hand.

And you put your hand right over his cock.

The way you could feel the veins under his skin under your fingers. And the fine pubic hair he sometimes doesn't shave off. Not that it bothers you.

He slowly began to stretch out. He left only the tip inside, but as he moved, his cock snapped back, slamming the tip wet in your fluids into his stomach.

Thus touching your hand.

"You're a nice waitress. I'm a generous customer, and in return for such a delicious meal, I'll tip you."

He suddenly thrust into you again, moving inside you even faster. Making you scream and cry as you lay on the table. Your legs twitched as you tried to tighten them, but his knees prevented you from doing so.

You couldn't stop a client who was making your pussy spasm. That held you in place and prevented you from changing position.

His tip for you was too nice.

As he placed his thumb on your clit, you reached for his wrist to stop him.

But before you could push his fingers away, you came, spilling your juices all over him. Tightening it, alternately pushing out waves of your wetness that made it so slippery. However, he continued to move within you. But he slowed down to only slow thrusts so as not to leave you empty.

Then he pulled a length of it out of you with a loud, wet sound.

Your body was shaking and your face was red. When he touched the tip of your pussy, you let out a soft moan.

He covered wet length with his boxers, and lifted you off the floor.

Swinging you gently over his shoulder.

"I think I'd like some more dessert. I've got a craving for that pussy. It looks sweet and delicious~."

You can't... Especially with his mouth pressing into your pussy...

But well, your client is your master. You listen to what your boyfriend/customer says.

Humming, he went to your bedroom.

Oh... You forgot to bring him the orange juice he wanted...

#jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo smut #gojo x you #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut #Jjk x reader #jjk smut #maid costume

[sequinsmile-x]

fic request pleasee hehe :) so I read threads about how Hotch should lost his hearing after everything he went through. Could you write a fic about that pleasee? I think it's an interesting topic exploring how he partly lost his hearing and his fear of not being able to hear Emily's laugh again or the children they might have hehe

bestieeee i loved this idea the moment i got the ask, and clearly everyone agreed since this won the poll I did!! really hope you enjoy this <3

-x-

Euphonious

Emily is the one who notices it first.

Aaron's hearing loss gets worse.

-x-

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: None

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Emily is the one who notices it first. 

Initially, she thought it was because he was getting too caught up in his work, that he simply didn’t hear her as she tried to get his attention, only realising she was talking to him when she stood in his line of sight. Her eyebrow raised as she smirked and repeated whatever she’d said to him. 

Then it became more obvious something bigger was happening. 

He didn’t always hear his phone ring, especially if it was on his left side, and he asked the kids to repeat themselves if he wasn’t looking at them when they spoke. The team then started to tell her he didn’t seem to listen to them, particularly when they were on the jet, the roar of the engines drowning everything else out, and that he often asked them to repeat themselves too. A man who prided himself on his attention to detail, the very thing his career had relied on, was seemingly losing his touch. 

It was only when he complained about a buzzing sound she couldn’t hear, grumbling under his breath about the air conditioning in their home being broken again, that it clicked into place for her. 

His hearing was getting worse. 

He had annual appointments with his audiologist, appointments he hated and would complain about when they came around every year. She’d never gone with him, always staying at home with the kids or staying at work when he left early, and she’d feel a sense of relief when he came back to her and let her know everything was fine, that any change had been minimal. At first, she was worried about bringing it up with him, about suggesting that he bring his appointment forward and see his doctor, but he’d simply sighed when she mentions it one evening, their 9-month-old daughter fast asleep against his chest, and he’d nodded. 

It was only when he asked her to come with him, his voice soft as his cheek rested against the top of Thea’s head, that Emily realised just how worried he was too. 

She turns to look at him, her heart twisting in her chest as he tightens his hold on her leg, his fingers squeezing her knee joint so much she’s surprised it doesn’t pop. It’s the only outward sign of his stress, everything else internalised, burning a hole in his gut, and she wishes she could pull him into a hug. That the arms of the plastic chairs they were sitting in weren’t in the way. Instead, she places her hand over his, encouraging him to turn it over so their palms meet and she can link their fingers together. She smiles encouragingly as she squeezes and he smiles back.

“Sorry,” he says, his smile turning shy, and she shakes her head, “I didn’t mean to use your knee like a stress ball.” 

“You have nothing to apologise for, honey,” she replies, running her thumb back and forth over the heel of his hand, winking as she continues, “You’re the only one allowed to use my knee like a stress ball.” 

He chuckles and nods, squeezing her hand gratefully as he leans forward and presses a kiss to her cheek, “Did I tell you what Oscar did before we left?”

She shakes her head, warmth spreading through her at the mention of their 3-year-old. He was exactly like Aaron in looks and personality, to the point where she often joked she’d given birth to her husband’s clone. Oscar was reserved around people he didn’t know, but unbelievably loving to his family, forever doting on his little sister in a way Emily was worried wouldn’t happen when his initial sibling jealousy kicked in when Thea was born. 

His smile gets wider, “He kissed my ear and said he made it all better.” 

She has to press her lips together to stop her cheeks from aching from how wide her smile gets, and she shakes her head at just how adorable her son is. They’d told him and Jack a watered down version of why Aaron had to go to the doctor, a child-friendly account that worked with the detail they already understood. The damage to Aaron’s ears meant that flying was painful and that he was unable to ride most rollercoasters, so they’d had to explain that when they all went to DisneyWorld the summer before. They’d booked the vacation almost a year in advance, a decision Emily had regretted the moment she realised it meant she’d be pregnant in the Florida heat when they found out she was having Thea. 

She treasured the memories from that trip, even if it hadn’t been her idea of a vacation, and she kept a picture of Aaron and the boys in matching Mickey ears on her desk. 

“That boy will be the death of me one day I swear,” she says, shaking her head, “How will we cope when he gets old enough to rebel against us? He knows we can’t say no to him.” 

“So does Thea and she’s only a baby,” Aaron quips, raising his eyebrow at her, “We’d better just hope my genes can fight whatever yours will do to them in their teenage years.” 

She scoffs jokingly, faking offence as she places the hand that isn’t linked with his on her chest, “I don’t know what you mean.” 

“Let’s just say, if you get enough wine in your mother she tells some stories.” 

She rolls her eyes but is cut off from responding when the doctor walks into the room. 

 “Aaron Hotchner?” 

She immediately realises that Aaron hasn’t heard his name being called, his back towards the door of the doctor’s office, and she feels her chest get almost impossibly tighter. She squeezes his hand and nods behind him, indicating to the doctor beyond him, and smiles encouragingly when he looks nothing short of embarrassed, as if this wasn’t something that an audiologist would be used to.  

“It’s your turn,” she says softly as she stands, her hand never leaving his as he joins her, “I’m right here.”

He smiles gratefully and squeezes her hand back, blowing out a short breath as he tries to calm his nerves. 

He had a feeling he knew exactly what the doctor was going to say. ___

It was his turn to put the kids to bed. 

Emily offered to do it, insistent that she’d help and give up the one hour she had to herself on the days it was his turn, but he’d turned her down. He needed the distraction, wanted to focus on anything other than what the doctor had told them.

He listens to every word as Jack tells him about dinosaurs for the hundredth time, matching his enthusiasm even though he could recite the facts himself, as the young boy helps him get his younger siblings ready for bed. He focuses on the splash of the water as he gives Thea her bath, on the sound of Oscar’s laugh as he purposely wriggles around whilst Aaron tries to help him into his pjyamas. Once all three of them are in their rooms, Oscar and Thea asleep and Jack sitting up in bed with his book with a firm deadline for when he needs to turn his light off, he sighs as he steps out into the hallway. 

He gives himself a moment, blowing out a slow and shaky breath as he covers his eyes, his ability to successfully distract himself with his children gone now they were in bed, the doctor's words now reverberating around his head.

He was at risk of losing all of his hearing in his left ear. 

His hearing loss had progressed significantly in recent months, something his doctor attributed in part to his age and in part to his job. His exposure to loud noises - gunshots and explosions - had taken its toll, and he’d been warned any further exposure could make it even worse. He was going to be fit for a hearing aid for his left ear and his appointments were being moved to bi-annually. It was the news he’d expected, he knew his hearing was getting worse, but it wasn’t the news he’d wanted because he knew it might force his hand in a decision he’d been grappling with for months.

He’d been thinking on and off about retiring ever since Thea was born. Emily had left the BAU when she had Oscar. It was a decision they’d made together, wanting to minimise the risk that their working together created. She’d moved to Counterterrorism, and if rumours he’d heard were to be believed, she was close to being asked to run the whole department. He’d carried on at the BAU, content and happy in his job, but recently he’d been thinking about leaving, about spending more time with his family.

He’d wanted the decision to be his, to be one he came to by himself, not one he was forced into because the only other option was to risk losing his hearing entirely. 

He sighs as he pushes himself off of the wall and heads downstairs. There was a time when he wouldn’t have wanted to speak to anyone about this, when he would have hidden it, let it fester until it turned rotten, bitter and vile on his tongue when he would claim he was fine. It was different now. He wanted to talk to Emily about it, to hear her opinion, to bask in the comfort and love would willingly give him. Affection she would give him for free whilst expecting nothing in return, a debt he would happily repay when it was his turn to be the strong one, when she’d collapse into him. It was a give and take he couldn’t imagine life without now, and he often wondered how he’d ever lived without her, how he’d survived before he had her to come home to, her smile and her embrace the places he found a type of peace he once thought he’d never have. 

He stops as he walks into the living room, smiling as he finds Emily fast asleep on the couch, a glass of wine just out of reach on the coffee table and a book on her chest. He walks over, reaching out to pick up the book, careful to hold it open as she’d left it so he can dogear a page for her. He’d accidentally lost her place in something she was reading before, and it was a mistake he’d never made again. He freezes as he sees the title, love and sorrow squeezing his heart in equal measure, a vice forged by his affection for her making his breath catch in his chest.

Linguistics of American Sign Language: An Introduction

She shifts as she opens her eyes, yawning as she stretches in place, unaware she’d even fallen asleep in the first place as she rubs her eyes. She smiles as she sees him standing just in front of her and she sits up, but her smile slips off her face when she sees what he’s holding, how his eyes are fixed on the title of the book she’d been reading. 

“I ordered it a couple of weeks ago, when I first noticed…” she says softly, drifting off as she clears her throat and smiling when his eyes meet hers, “I already speak 6 languages,” she says casually, “What’s one more? I could teach you too if…if you need me to.” 

In a moment, as he thinks about the way his wife loves him, how she’d casually bought a book on sign language, how she was thinking of learning it just in case he needed her to, and any doubt he had about retiring disappears. He wanted to do it for him, for his children, but more than anyone he wanted to do it for his wife. 

He wanted to tell her that he loved her every day of his life, and he wanted to hear her say it back, to never forget how those words sounded when she said them. 

He places the book down and sits next to her, his hands automatically reaching for hers, “I’ve been thinking,” he says, smiling as she shifts closer, her knees in between them as she gets as close as possible, “I think it’s time I retire.” 

Her eyes go wide, and she feels her heart drop into her stomach. This was the main reason she’d hidden the book from him, because she hadn’t wanted to guilt him into anything, to make him feel like he was backed into a corner. 

“Honey, no that’s not-”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while anyway,” he says, cutting her off, not letting her spiral into the guilt any more than she already had, “This just made the final decision for me.” 

She searches her eyes for a hint that he’s lying to her, that he’s trying to hide the truth to protect her feelings, but she doesn’t find anything except acceptance and love, “Are you sure? You love your job.” 

“But I love you and our family more, sweetheart,” he says, running his knuckles down her cheek, “And I know my hearing could get worse anyway, but I don’t want to actively risk it,” his hand drifts to her neck and he cups it, the beat of her pulse beneath his palm a comfort, “I want to hear your laugh every day,” he says, and she smiles, her eyes shining as they fill with tears, “I want to know what Thea’s voice sounds like when she starts to talk, and hear the boy’s voices break when they go through puberty,” he laughs, the sound wet as it catches in his chest and passes to hers, “I don’t want to risk any of that. I want it all.” 

She nods, her lips pressed together as she tries to stop her chin from trembling, but the force of her emotions wins out and a couple of tears fall past her lashline, “I want you to have all of that too.” 

He leans forward and presses his forehead against hers, taking a moment to breathe her in before he stamps his lips against hers, “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” she says, kissing him. Her hand snakes up over his jaw and around the back of his head, holding him in place as she anchors her fingers in his hair as she kisses him again, “I love you so fucking much,” she closes her eyes and rests her forehead against his, “I’m sorry this decision is being made for you,” she says, pulling back to look at him, her tongue peeking out to lick her lower lip to chase the taste of him, “I know you’ve been thinking about it, but I’m sorry you didn’t get the chance to come to the decision yourself.” 

He smiles at how well she knows him, “Me too.” 

She kisses him once as she runs her fingers through his hair. As she pulls back she makes the point of trailing her finger around the shell of his left ear, the corners of her mouth twitching into a smile as she presses her thumb and finger into the lobe of it, feeling the long healed over piercing he’d told her about on their first night together against her skin. 

“I think you’ll look sexy with a hearing aid,” she says softly, her smile getting wider as he rolls his eyes at her, “What? It’s true. I might buy you reading glasses too. And a tweed jacket with elbow patches,” she says, waggling her eyebrows at him, desperate to inject some lightness into the evening, to cheer her husband up after a rough day, “Really lean into the sexy older professor thing.” 

“I don’t need reading glasses,” he replies, tugging her into his lap, his hands on her lower back as he holds her in place. 

She hums, leaning forward and stamping her lips against his, trailing up to his ear and biting the lobe lightly, “Don’t ruin this for me.” 

He smiles and shakes his head at her, shifting her closer as he kisses her, safe in the knowledge that no matter what comes next it will be okay because he has her. 

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” 

-x-

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Love your Bale Batman shop girl series! Was wondering how shop girl would feel if Catwoman or some other kick-ass woman came on the scene?

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Sure thing! I did go with a different kickass woman, since Catwoman does show up in the Nolan trilogy

Warnings: Light angst; fluff added for tasty goodness

You don’t really worry about the tabloids anymore. At least, not in the way that you used to. Michelle still sends you the odd article, but it’s usually accompanied by several 😂 emojis (the most notable is the one that suggested that you, Bruce, and Liz are in a throuple, and Grant is your collective beard). Whatever the press says about Bruce becomes white noise. 

But…What the press says about Batman still tends to seep through. 

You can’t help but notice the Gotham Gazette where it’s spread open on Rose’s desk. She’s turned away from it, reading through the approval form that you’ve brought over to her. You can’t help but reach out, turning the newspaper toward yourself and eyeing the grainy image of Batman. Your brow furrows as you draw the newspaper up to get a better look, scanning it more closely. He’s tied up in what look like vines, and nose-to-nose with a stunning, smiling, partially-masked woman. 

“You haven’t seen that yet?” Rose asks, glancing up from the document. “It’s been all over the papers for weeks.” 

“Has it?” You ask dazedly. You’ve managed to miss it. You haven’t been following mentions Batman as closely on social media since you started your new job—you just haven’t had time. 

“Mhm.” Rose folds her arm on her desk and leans in, peering at the picture. “Apparently it’s a real love-hate-cat-and-mouse kinda thing. Hot, right?” She waggles her brows. “I’d love to see what’s under that suit.” 

“Which?”

“Either.” 

You force a smile at the sight of Rose’s salacious grin, but you can’t help glancing back down at the article and skimming it. You commit the name to memory and make a mental note to look her up on your phone when you get back to your desk—

Poison Ivy. 

--  

It’s probably not much of a surprise that Bruce hasn’t mentioned her to you. For the most part—apart from the odd knowing glance, the bruises on his body, and the night he spilled into the penthouse half-dead—he keeps that side of himself to himself. Alfred doesn’t discuss it with you, either, and perhaps that’s why he seems so surprised when you slam your laptop shut as he comes into the kitchen that Saturday morning, hiding your googled articles of Poison Ivy and Batman. 

Alfred’s brows raise, and you offer him a nervous, guilty smile as your face goes hot. You know that you weren’t fast enough—you’d been so honed in on reading that you hadn’t heard him until he was passing right behind you. 

“...Is he awake yet?” You ask lightly, desperate to break the awkward silence. 

“Only just.” 

“‘Kay.” 

“It seems you and Master Wayne are researching similar topics these days,” He comments, swanning around the kitchen counter and setting down the empty breakfast tray. 

“Oh?” 

“Mm. She's proving to be a tougher nut to crack than he thought.” 

You consider for a moment. You could let the conversation go, of course. You’re certain Alfred wouldn’t press it. But: 

“Has he got any leads?” 

“A few,” Alfred nods, bracing his hands on the counter, “Though I would recommend asking him about his ideas and methodology.” 

You bristle before you sigh and slouch dejectedly, resting your chin on your hand. 

“He doesn’t talk about that stuff with me, Alfred.” 

“He doesn’t like for you to worry.” 

“I worry whether he tells me or not. Not knowing just makes me worry more.” 

“Then perhaps that’s something you ought to tell him.” 

You glance up at him warily, and some of your nerves ease as he gives you a warm smile. 

“Now,” He straightens, clapping his hands together and looking around the kitchen. “Despite the hour, Master Wayne is tucking into his breakfast. Shall I get something together for your lunch?” 

You consider for a moment, eyes darting down the hall before you stand, shaking your head. 

“Let’s put a pin in that. I think I’m just gonna…Go steal some of Bruce’s toast.” 

Alfred smiles knowingly, giving you a wink before you turn fully from him and head down the hall. 

-- 

The blackout curtains have been raised just enough to let a little bit of light into the room, but it’s still quite dim. You can see the empty smoothie glass on the bedside table, and the plate of toast that Bruce has put on the wide headboard behind him. Bruce looks preciously rumpled, scrubbing his eyes as he sits up in bed. You can see a few light bruises on his bare chest and arms, but nothing too egregious. His eyes are still narrowed with sleep as he lowers his hands, and his hair looks as ruffled as a baby bird’s. He perks up as you come in, a sleepy smile pulling at his lips as you come closer. 

“Hey, baby,” He murmurs, opening his arms as you climb into bed beside him. 

“Sleep okay?” You ask, cuddling into his side. 

“Fine. I thought you were seeing Michelle for brunch.”

“Got moved to drinks this evening. She had a work thing come up.”

Bruce hums in understanding, tucking you close and pressing a kiss to your head. You bite your lip, grappling with how to bring up the conversation. 

“Late night?” You finally ask lightly. You're relieved when you don’t feel Bruce tense, or reel away. He just rubs his hand gently over your arm.

“Mhm.” 

“Later than usual?” 

“...About on par.” 

“Mm.” You eye the steady rise and fall of his chest for a few moments before you hedge: “Hope you don't mind my asking–” 

“It’s fine—” 

“—You’ve just seemed a little tied up lately.” You give Bruce a sly, teasing smile, and it widens to a grin when you see him fighting back his own smile. 

“Is that why you came in here?” He asks dryly.

“Of course not. I saw Alfred bringing you toast.” You straighten up, reaching over his shoulder, taking up a piece, and biting into it. Bruce chuckles, and you grin as he leans into you, nuzzling against your neck. You hum as you chew, your skin prickling at the feeling of his thickening stubble. 

“How’s it going, anyway?” You ask. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You have any leads?” 

Your stomach drops when you feel him go tense. He sighs softly, leaning away to get a better look at you. You reach back, setting the toast down and dusting crumbs from your fingers before you fold your hands in your lap, waiting patiently. After a few moments, you can’t help but wring your hands subtly as Bruce observes you, and then lowers his gaze to the sheets. 

“I’m not sure I want to discuss that with you,” He finally admits. You swallow thickly, fighting to keep from shifting and fidgeting with nerves. 

“Can I ask why not?” 

Bruce pushes a sigh out through his nose, giving a small shake of his head. 

“I can’t keep it out, huh,” He mutters. 

“Well…You did for a while. Didn’t go so well,” You remind him lightly. Bruce nods, scrubbing his hand over the back of his neck as he mutters, “I know.”

You tentatively reach out, resting your hand atop his. He turns his hand over, taking a gentle hold of yours. 

“I’m not asking you to make me a suit and teach me to fight, Bruce. I just want you to let me in.” 

His lips twitch with a smile as he reaches up, cupping your cheek and sweeping his thumb across your cheekbone. 

“I think…That her name is Pamela Isley. She’s a botanist.” 

“Why is she doing…what she’s doing?” 

“That’s what I still need to find out.” 

You nod, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips. 

“Thank you.” 

He hums, grasping your jaw and drawing you in for another long, warm kiss. 

“That’s never happening,” He adds as the kiss breaks. You frown, brow furrowing. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Making you a suit, teaching you to fight.” 

You pout, cocking your head to the side. 

“I ought to know how to at least throw a punch, right?” 

“We’ll see about that. It’s a slippery slope,” Bruce chuckles, patting your cheek before nodding over his shoulder. “Eat your toast.” 

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[bestloversfan]

We're in 2023, and there are still people trying to argue that Katniss was aro/ace and never felt romantic/sexual attraction for Peeta... 🤦🏻‍♀️ I could write a long meta about this for the milionth time, but this time I'll do something different. I'll just show some quotes from the books.

If she was unable to feel romantic/sexual attraction and only ever had platonic feelings for him, what are all of these quotes supposed to mean?

"He gives me a smile that seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me." (The Hunger Games)

"This is the first kiss that we’re both fully aware. Neither of us hobbled by sickness or pain or simply unconscious. Our lips neither burning with fever or icy cold. This is the first kiss where I actually feel stirring inside my chest. Warm and curious. This is the first kiss that makes me want another." (The Hunger Games)

"So, in a way, my name being drawn in the reaping was a real piece of luck,’ says Peeta. For a moment, I’m almost foolishly happy and then confusion sweeps over me. Because we’re supposed to be making up this stuff, playing at being in love not actually being in love." (The Hunger Games)

[...]"His face takes on a special look when he concentrates. His usual easy expression is replaced by something more intense and removed that suggests an entire world locked away inside him. I’ve seen flashes of this before: in the arena, or when he speaks to a crowd, or that time he shoved the Peacekeepers’ guns away from me in District 11. I don’t know quite what to make of it. I also become a little fixated on his eyelashes, which ordinarily you don’t notice much because they’re so blond. But up close in the sunlight slanting in from the window, they’re a light golden color and so long I don’t see how they keep from getting all tangled up when he blinks.

One afternoon Peeta stops shading a blossom and looks up so suddenly that I start, as though I were caught spying on him, which in a strange way maybe I was. But he only says, “You know, I think this is the first time we’ve ever done anything normal together.” (Catching Fire)

"I don't know what I expected from my first meeting with Peeta after the announcement. A few hugs and kisses. A little comfort maybe. Not this." (Catching Fire)

“When Peeta holds out his arms, I walk straight to them. It’s the first time since they announced The Quarter Quell that he’s offered me any sort of affection. He’s been more like a very demanding trainer, always pushing, always insisting Haymitch and I run faster, eat more, know our enemy better. Lover? Forget about that. He abandoned any pretense of even being my friend. I wrap my arms tighly around his neck before he can order me to do push-ups or something. Instead he pulls me in closer and buries his face in my hair. Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. It feels so good, so impossibly good, that I know I won’t be the first to let go." (Catching Fire)

"I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.

'I do', I say. 'I need you'." (Catching Fire)

"I feel that thing again. The thing I only felt once before. In the cave last year, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those Games and after. But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down.

This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind." (Catching Fire)

"When I wake, I have a brief, delicious feeling of happiness that is somehow connected with Peeta." (Catching Fire)

"I sit next to Peeta on the sand to eat my rolls. For some reason, it's difficult to look at him. Maybe it was all that kissing last night, although the two of us kissing isn't anything new. It might not even have felt any different for him." (Catching Fire)  

"I sit back on my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth against my lips. For some reason, it’s soothing. A cool kiss from the giver himself." (Mockingjay)

"I’m light-headed with giddiness. What will I say? Oh, who cares what I say? Peeta will be ecstatic no matter what I do. He’ll probably be kissing me anyway. I wonder if it will feel like those last kisses on the beach in the arena, the ones I haven’t dared let myself consider until this moment." (Mockingjay) 

“Sometimes when I’m alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena. To make myself put a name to the thing I've lost. But what's the use? It's gone, he's gone. Whatever existed between us is gone." (Mockingjay)

"Despite what I feel for Peeta, this is when I accept deep down that he'll never come back to me." (Mockingjay)

"On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. [...] So after, when he whispers, 'You love me. Real or not real? I tell him, 'Real'." (Mockingjay)

There's more quotes like that, but I think these are enough. Now, can you all please stop pretending that these quotes don't exist and accept the fact that there's canon evidence refuting the belief that Katniss was aro/ace and never felt romantic/sexual attraction for Peeta? 😑

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[cloveswifey]

Sewer

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of drowning, Gun

Type: Angst

Words: 2155

My friends and I were eyewitnesses to a murder last night. Specifically, we saw Ward, the perpetrator, kill Gavin, a pilot, over a conflict that arose from blackmail. Gavin had possession of the gun that Rafe used to kill Peterkin, and was using it to extort Ward. Unfortunately, the altercation resulted in Gavin being shot in the chest.

Although Pope had recorded the incident, the camera was accidentally destroyed while we were making our escape. When we tried to report the murder to Shoupe, the new sheriff, he did not believe our story.

Our only chance of proving Ward's guilt lies in retrieving the murder weapon, which was discarded in a sewer drain.

I addressed my boyfriend who stood a short distance away, asking what our next move should be. "So, do you have a plan?"

JJ responded, "Since we are currently at the northern drain, the gun must have been washed down into the gully. Therefore, if the gun went down this drain, it would have ended up...somewhere amongst this trash." He looked at me as he finished his sentence.

I glanced down at the disgusting rubbish floating in the water, and completed his thought, "Somewhere among this mess?"

"Yeah..." JJ replied hastily.

I commented on the unhygienic sight before me as JJ and Pope started collecting the garbage. "That's disgusting," I remarked.

Upon noticing the plastic waste scattered in the water, Kiara added, "People who use plastic should be shot."

JJ, on the other hand, had a different opinion. "Okay, personally, I love plastic. Use it every day. Love that stuff," he claimed, smiling up at Kiara as he cleaned the area.

I cautioned him, "Don't piss her off." JJ shrugged off my warning, rolling his eyes.

Kiara, an ardent environmentalist, retorted, "Well, I hope you recycle it and don't let it flush into the ocean." We all knew her stance on plastic and how vocal she could be about it, so we chose not to engage with her about 'saving the world.'

Pope, being the considerate partner he is, showed Kiara the trash bags he had brought along. "Did you just proactively protect the environment?" she asked him incredulously, a smile spreading across her face.

They shared a look that revealed their mutual attraction, making JJ and me raise our eyebrows. At this point, it was blatant that the two of them liked each other, and they weren't trying to hide it anymore.

JJ made an announcement, "So, while you two do your...thing, Y/n and I are going to make out, alright?" He wrapped his arms around my waist and smirked.

"Sounds good to me," I replied, resting my hands on his shoulders. We leaned in towards each other, closing our eyes in anticipation.

However, our romantic moment was cut short when Pope abruptly threw a roll of trash bags at our heads, jolting us out of our daze.

"Get back to work," he instructed us sternly, causing both of us to roll our eyes in annoyance.

"Later?" I suggested, pantomiming firing finger guns at JJ as I pulled away from him.

"Later," JJ confirmed, giving me a flirty wink before we resumed cleaning up the area.

We completed the arduous task of clearing the litter that had washed out through the drain within half an hour. Unfortunately, we had no luck locating the gun.

"Well, that was a lot of fun," JJ said cynically as he set down the last bag of trash.

Pope speculated, "If it's not in this trash, then it must be in the storm drain." We all turned to look at the large gated opening of the drain.

JJ nodded and affirmed, "It's in the drain."

I rolled my eyes, thinking why does this always happen to us? We must really have a streak of bad luck.

But my boyfriend, quick as ever, pulled out his backpack and retrieved a crowbar, saying, "Good thing I brought the crow."

As both boys removed the gate blocking the drain, Kiara questioned, "So are we gonna do like Rock Paper Scissors?"

"No," the two boys quickly shut down.

I suggested, "How about we decide alphabetically?" I looked at Kiara and shrugged my shoulders. "Or we could let the oldest one go first?"

JJ stated dramatically, "In the sewer, there's this worm you get when you're down there. It gets in your blood and it has to come out your pecker. So that's a hard pass for me." His words made me purse my lips and give him a weird look.

Pope agreed, "Yeah, that's a no for me," as he stepped away from the storm drain.

Realizing why the two boys didn't want to do it, I spoke and nodded my head with a smile, "Oh, I see what's going on here. You guys are scared."

"No, I'm not!" JJ denied, shaking his head in defense.

"It's just the pecker thing for me," Pope stated, causing both Kiara and me to roll our eyes.

As I stood between the two boys, I laughed and teased, "You're scared and it's kinda cute, guys."

"No-" JJ began to protest.

"You should've just led with that," Kiara cut him off, shaking her head as we both chuckled.

"I'm not scared, it's just that... I'm too big to fit in there," JJ claimed, using his size as an excuse and pointing at the drain.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll do it," I stated, putting my hands up. After all, someone had to go in for John B, right?

"Watch and learn, pussies," I pointed at JJ and Pope, before getting down on all fours to crawl into the tunnel.

As I began to crawl through the small tunnel, JJ's voice echoed through it, "Be careful!"

"I'll be so careful!" I responded sarcastically, dragging on the "so" with a small giggle, swatting at spider webs and other sewage items.

"Holler if you need anything! We'll... uh, holler back," JJ shouted into the drain, earning an eye roll from me.

"Thanks, JJ, that's really helpful," I muttered.

As I continued to crawl through the small place, it somewhat triggered my claustrophobia. I tried to breathe through my mouth since the smell was horrific and burning my nose. I repeatedly told myself that this was for John B and Sarah to keep myself going, as there was no way I would be doing something like this if it wasn't for them.

"Have you found anything yet, y/n?" Pope asked while his voice resonated, reverberating off the walls.

"Not yet," I responded, glancing around the drain.

"Stay focused, baby," JJ encouraged me while I reached the end of the tunnel only to end up in a basin filled with disgusting sewer drainage.

The water appeared greenish and murky due to the abundance of trash and debris littering it. The smell was unbearable, and I had never experienced such an odious odor before.

I tentatively put my hand in the foul water, searching for any object that resembled a gun.

Out of nowhere, a sudden sensation brushed against my hand, causing me to flinch uncontrollably.

"I think I found something!" I exclaimed, hoping that the pogues could hear me from the distance I had traveled.

"Is it the gun?" I heard one of them shout back.

I reached for the object that had brushed against my hand, pulling it up to the surface of the water. However, to my surprise, it was not the gun but something that closely resembled a lifeless human body.

"Guys! There's a corpse in here!" I hollered, quickly recoiling from it. At that instant, the only thought that came to my mind was that the dead body might be Gavin's. It was possible that Ward had disposed of his body into the sewer.

"What is it? Is it Gavin?" JJ's voice echoed off the walls as he spoke, his fear apparent in his tone. "Did you find Gavin?"

"I don't know!" I yelled, feeling more and more freaked as I backed away from the corpse.

All of a sudden, a sound caught my attention. It was the sound of water rapidly gushing out. I turned around to see a tunnel where water was flowing into the bowl-shaped compartment where I was present.

"Guys, the water!" I yelled, well aware that the water should not have been filling the space yet.

"Y/n, get out of there immediately!" Kiara shouted, her voice laced with urgency.

As I looked towards the tunnel I had previously traversed, I realized that the water level had risen to half its height, making it impossible for me to return the way I had come.

"I don't have time!" I screeched, spinning around to take a glance at my surroundings. The only possible exit route was the ladder above me. Without wasting any more time, I started climbing up the ladder, but the water kept rising steadily and quickly.

As I reached the top, I pushed as hard as I could, hoping to escape, but the cap was unyielding. It was sealed tight. In despair, I looked down at the water, which had now reached up to my waist level when I noticed something floating in the water. I grabbed it and realized that it was the very same gun that was used to kill Peterkin and Gavin. Without a second thought, I tucked it into my waistband, making sure it was secure and wouldn't drop.

With all my might, I pushed against the gate blocking my only escape route as I desperately struggled not to drown. "JJ! Pope! Kie! Help me!" I yelled through the narrow gaps in the gate, hoping someone would hear me.

As panic started to set in, I heard my boyfriend's voice booming nearby, followed by the sound of heavy boots. "I'm coming, baby, I'm coming!" he shouted.

Relieved, I wiggled my fingers through the gaps in the gate, hoping JJ and Pope could see and find me. Almost immediately, they were by my side, kneeling to lift the gate.

"JJ, please, hurry!" I whimpered, tears streaming down my face as the water reached my neck.

"Don't worry, princess, I'll get you out," JJ reassured me as he and Pope struggled to lift the gate. Meanwhile, Kiara panicked and urged them to hurry.

As soon as the blonde realized that the gate was sealed shut, he whipped out his pocket knife and started chiselling at the edges with all his might. The air was running out, and fear surged through me as I struggled to keep my face out of the water.

Just then, the two pogue boys sprang into action, pulling on the gate with every ounce of strength they possessed. Their muscles bulged, and their veins popped out as they strained and grunted in frustration.

As the water level continued to rise, JJ's voice boomed out, "Pope, come on!" Panic set in as the water began to flow out of the drain, and I could feel my head slipping under the water.

Just in the nick of time, they managed to remove the lid and shifted it away, granting my release. I clutched the rim and heaved my torso out of the water, gasping for air.

"I've got you, baby," JJ offered, lending his hand as I coughed and breathed heavily, expelling the foul water that had seeped into my lungs.

"Take your time and let it all out," he advised, out of breath himself, patting my back and helping me clear my throat.

"You good?" Pope asked once I had finally stopped panting and was now calming down. I held up my hand, giving him a thumbs up to show that I was fine.

"Are you alright?" I asked JJ, gazing up at him as he regained his composure.

"Me?" he questioned in bewilderment.

"You seemed scared out of your wits," I chuckled, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I stood up.

"You were drowning, of course, I was petrified!" he grumbled, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead. I let out a laugh before planting a tender kiss on his cheek.

"God, You smell like absolute shit" he scrunched up his nose before fake gagging.

"Looks like the scent is rubbing off on you," I retorted, playfully pushing his chest.

Out of nowhere, Pope asked, "Did you find the gun?" I turned to face him.

"The gun? Oh, I don't think so, but I did find this," I responded, holding up the weapon that I had been carrying in my shorts' waistband.

"Ah-ha! That's my girl!" JJ praised, taking the gun from me and wrapping it in his bandana. Pope and Kiara cheered and hugged me.

"Wow, you really do stink," Kiara remarked, taking a step back and covering her nose, which made all of us laugh.

#cloveswifey #outer banks imagine #rafe cameron imagine #sarah cameron #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank #sarah cameron imagine #rafe cameron #pope heyward #john b routledge #kiara carrera #outer banks #outerbanks imagine #outerbanks #obx #obx3 #obx cast #obx smut #obxhub #jj obx #obx season 3 #obx imagine #obx masterlist #amber freeman

[cookies-and-music]

Ghost. - part 9: Toxic.

I suggest listening to Mery on a Cross by Ghost reading this.

Part 1 here - part 10 here .

PAIRING: TVA!LokixOC

RATING: ALL

WARNINGS: Captain America wouldn't approve the language

SUMMARY: Loki meets sombody at the TVA he once knew. Unfortunately she doesn't seem to remember him.

To solve the chaos that had erupted at the TVA and set everything right before it collapsed, a series of answers were needed, none of which anyone present had; therefore, while Loki and Mobius were busy trying to find X-5 and consequently Sylvie, Lydia was tasked with finding Renslayer and Miss Minutes. A burden that had come along with her promotion to analyst.

"We haven't found any trace of Renslayer's tempad," Lydia approached briskly, accompanied by Casey and B-15, to Mobius's desk where he and Loki were busy with X-5's tempad, "but we traced the recipient of her last message: Miss Minutes."

"Moreover, Renslayer and He Who Remains are in cahoots," Loki nodded, "I found out while I was in the past."

"What a woman... full of surprises," B-15 scoffed.

"What... are you two doing?" Lydia leaned in close to Loki. Not because she desperately wanted his proximity, especially after believing him dead, partly because of her. Absolutely not. It was to get a better look at the tempad, of course.

"We're trying to figure out how this modified tempad of X-5 works," Loki turned to her, and Lydia could hear his breath with every syllable he uttered. Not that it affected her.

"A man accustomed to using 80s technology and an alien god from Asgard?" She asked amusedly, glancing from one to the other.

"Hey, look, we're doing just fine," Mobius retorted.

"No, not really," Casey shook his head.

"I think my team could get better results," she reached out with a smirk, her hand open towards Loki, who exchanged a glance with Mobius before handing the tempad over to Lydia.

"Also, I'd like to be present when you question X-5" She passed the object to Casey.

"What?" Mobius spread his arms.

"He might have relevant information about the Minus/Renslayer issue, which is my case."

"Our case" B-15 emphasized.

"Sure" Lydia rolled her eyes, and Loki shot her a glance, amused at how she was turning work into a personal competition with Mobius, "anyway, it's a request you can't refuse, Mobius," she smiled, "it would be unprofessional."

Mobius rolled his eyes, "Am I ever going to get rid of you? How do you manage to worm your way in everywhere?"

"I'm very flexible."

Loki's imagination projected a couple of images of how flexible Lydia could be, but he pushed them back before anyone could notice.

---

"Bred is an asshole, so don't let him provoke you," Mobius had said, but it was very difficult. And Loki had just offered the opportunity to sting by saying his help was needed because there were "lives at stake."

"Lives at stake," Brad repeated. "You've got a lot of nerve... everyone here knows what you're doing, you're just trying to make up for all the terrible and horrible things you've done in life. You're pathetic."

Lydia clenched her jaw but didn't speak. Provocation, it was just provocation.

"I've read your file. You're the problem. Every time we've found one of you. You think you're special, but you're not. No matter what you wear or what lies you tell, in the end, all you do is destroy those around you," Brad glanced towards Lydia. She just looked at him with disgust before glancing at Loki, who kept his low.

"As it happened with your mother."

Lydia snapped.

"You ugly piece of shit," she managed only to take a step towards him before Loki blocked her with his body.

"You know that's what he wants," he said into her ear, "don't let him win." Lydia shifted her gaze to him and took a deep breath, trying to internalize all the calmness his blue irises conveyed.

"Don't listen to him, Princhett," Brad jeered, drawing her attention again, "what does he know about victories when all he can do is losing?"

Loki grabbed her chin, bringing her eyes back to him. Lydia swallowed and nodded slightly. She could handle it, she was fine. She was a professional.

"Stop trying to be a hero, buddy. You're a villain, and you're good at it."

Loki let her go, turning back to Brad.

"Thanks, Brad.” Loki let out a bitter laugh “Thanks a lot. I'm very touched. You're right. I've done terrible and horrible things," Lydia clenched her jaw again, to contain herself, "Yes, maybe that's who I am, they know it well. It's the real me... a loser," he smiled bitterly "I always have been and always will be."

Lydia glanced from him to Brad, trying to understand Loki's strategy.

"And perhaps I was... holding back something," he dangerously approached Brad, "maybe I was just waiting for the right moment, a moment like this, to do terrible and horrible things," he looked down at Brad, "to you."

Lydia hoped he would punch him. She really wanted to see that smug bastard's face distorted. No, it wasn't professional, but it was fair.

"So I'll ask you again: where is Sylvie?" He stressed her name.

"You're too fixated on her," Brad sneered.

"Okay, that's enough," Mobius grabbed Loki by the shoulder, pulling him towards Lydia who approached him, putting a hand on his arm. Not to stop him but to let him know she understood the discomfort he felt.

"You need a psychologist," Brad sneered, watching the scene, "I know one who does couples therapy, or maybe group therapy would be better since there are three of you."

She could have killed him. How much would it cost her? She was dead in the sacred timeline, and the TVA was about to collapse, she had nothing to lose.

"There's too much tension here," Mobius tried to lighten the mood, "Brad, cooperate with us, and we'll send you back to your beloved timeline, as if nothing ever happened. What do you say?" he offered with a smile.

"Would you?"

"Of course, I promise."

Brad let out a fake sigh before bursting into laughter, "Did you see? Damn Mobius, you should be an actor."

"I'm not, I'm an analyst."

"No, you're not!" Brad blurted out, "You're not an analyst because none of this is real. Do you know who you are at least in the timeline? The TVA isn't your real home. Do you have any idea who you've left behind? What your life could be like? You know they've taken our lives, you need to wake up."

"I'm awake."

"No, you need to wake up."

"I'm awake," Mobius repeated, this time more annoyed.

"You're asleep until you wake up, you're nothing. I'm nothing. She's nothing. I don't even know where to start," he looked at Loki, "You're nothing, and until you wake up, you're nonexistent, you're-"

Mobius jumped on him, with a speed Lydia could never have predicted, punching him square in the face.

"It's you who's nothing!"

Loki grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him away as Mobius continued to curse.

“You heard me? You’re nothing”

Lydia followed them out, letting B-15 close the door behind them.

Mobius walked away from the room quickly, still swearing about how Brad was, in short, an asshole.

"Is he okay?" Lydia looked up at Loki who shook his head, sighing.

"I'll go see. I'll update you later; I need to ask you some things."

Shit.

Lydia nodded, smiling in his direction, before Loki ran after Mobius.

---

Lydia spent the whole afternoon at the desk, unable to work, spending hours tapping the pencil on the wood. Her head kept reminding her of how Loki had tackled her with his body. They had never been so close. They had never touched so much.

Then he had approached Brad, and the tension she had sensed before had only increased when Loki had donned the villain's mask. Could it be true that she, the one of the sacred timeline, had really fallen in love with him, as Loki had claimed? Lydia shook her head, what she had seen in the footage was a confused, delirious, and fragile Loki, while the one she had seen a little earlier exuded power.

And then there was what Brad had said. "There’s three of you."

She wasn't in anything, not with Loki and least of all with Sylvie. And even if this absurd triangle were real, was Lydia the other woman? No, it was unfair. She had known Loki first, and then he had declared himself to her, sort of. And she had rejected him... more or less. Well, not really, she had rejected the him from the past. But she had, in fact, insulted the present him.

And if this particular interest in Loki was only due to the fact that he had distanced himself? That his focuns was on someone else? Was it possible that she was that toxic?

Her brain was exploding, and after a while, her eyelids began to droop, and Lydia decided to give up, burying her head between her arms on the desk.

When he arrived, Loki found her still asleep.

He smiled, his expression softening. Lately, Lydia had returned to having a scowling expression, always serious, like the Lydia he had known on Earth, while asleep she seemed to radiate so much tranquility and peace. Maybe it was really him making everything worse, ruining everyone's lives.

Loki reached out, caressing her head, and Lydia jerked awake, opening her eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

Lydia blinked for a moment, focusing on him.

"Don't worry, I wasn't sleeping," she yawned.

"No?"

"I was resting."

A chuckle escaped Loki, disappearing immediately, leaving a sad expression on his face.

"Are you okay?".

"I was thinking about Brad's words," he leaned against Lydia's desk, supporting himself with his hands, "when I met you here at the TVA, your life was going smoothly, and the same was on Earth, before I met you-"

"Loki," Lydia put a hand on his, "you shouldn't give weight to what Brad said; he was trying to provoke us. He knows our stories and what can hurt us, and he uses it to his advantage."

Loki covered her hand with his other one and looked at her, smiling faintly. With Lydia, he felt like he had someone on his side, not alone, but he had felt this before, and in the end, it had been just a deception.

"How did you know... about my mother?"

Shit. She knew that question was coming. The horrible put-down Brad had said to Loki, she was not supposed to understand what it was referred to.

Lydia widened her eyes, withdrew her hand from Loki's, clutching it with the other and lowering her gaze.

"When I thought you were dead, I felt very guilty and... well, you could say I missed you... I wanted to see you, and the only thing I had of yours was the file," her cheeks colored slightly red, and if she had raised her gaze, she would have seen the same embarrassed expression on Loki's face, "I know it was a terrible invasion of your privacy... I’m sorry about that" she timidly raised her eyes towards him.

"It's okay" Loki shook his head, "in fact, maybe I'm glad... that you've seen the real me."

"There's no real you, Loki. There's only you, here and now. Ignore Brad, please, he's just an asshole, one who looks through the keyhole, sees brown, and thinks it's chocolate when it's just shit."

He laughed, nodding.

"By the way, any news? How's Mobius?"

"He's okay, for now... I think," Loki swallowed, "as for Brad, he confessed to knowing where Sylvie is."

Lydia clenched her jaw, nodding.

"We need her, Lydia. When I was in the future, I saw the TVA collapsing, and she was there. She must know something" he leaned towards her.

"I didn't say anything" she vaguely said, keeping her gaze low.

"I know you didn't exactly start off on the right foot, you two, but there's no room for likes or dislikes here."

"Where is she?" Lydia looked up at him.

"In a McDonald's in Oklahoma, on Earth," Loki paused for a moment, "Do you want to come?"

"I don't think I'd be very useful" Lydia shook her head, "but I have a request."

"Anything."

They looked at each other for a second that seemed endless and yet too short.

"A milkshake" she said after a moment, "strawberry flavored."

"I think I can do that."

---

But when Loki appeared in the control room upon later that day, he didn't have any disgustingly sweet strawberry milkshake; instead, he brought something much more indigestible for Lydia. Sylvie.

Guys, thanks a lot for the support you've shown me, again feel free to leave a heart, a comment or to reblog, this really helps a lot. I had reached a point were I thought this ff was completed. I changed my mind and hopefully we'll have an happy ending. Actually, I've really no idea how it'll end. I'm but an humble narrator of other's adventures.

#fanfic #loki series #loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki x oc #loki season 2 #loki x reader images #loki x you #loki x y/n #tva!loki #tva!lokixreader #tva!lokixoc #tom hiddleston

[devoidxd]

Apathy and Resolution

PS: Orb = World (Idk old english thing)

' What..? ' The King thought as the world suddenly went black around him. Pulling him into an endless abyss " Oh, we finally meet Dark Cacao Cookie " Mystic Flour Cookie smiled

" Wha-? Who are YOU?! " He yelled harshly, raising his sword towards the grinning woman noticing the fact that the area where his SoulJam is supposed to be was empty. 

He dropped his sword in shock, taking a step backwards, his eyes slit and shaking. " What did you do...? " He grabbed his head to the sudden pain, collapsing to his knees.

" That is just thy souljam warning thou.  this is 'i  thy mind space, mine presence hath affectioned Volition greatly or should'st i say Resolution? " The beast of apathy then glanced at the glowing SoulJam

He glanced at the Light of Resolution (Volition?) " T-that still doesn't answer my question.. Who are you? " He let an arm down, trying to keep his own balance after that surge of pain.

" Mystic Flour Cookie, one of the five beasts of beast yeast.  I was released during the Great Calamity yet so far I could only contact thou through thy own mind " She explained waving her hand around 

" I see the orb through thy eyes yet if only briefly i could hie into a ghostly form would I desire, thou could only see me though " She continued her explanation, using an Olden English 

" Is there a reason you are here..? " He stood up still wobbling slightly. She looked at him in interest " When I was still sealed, I found out thou had mine SoulJam so I paid a bawbling visit. Yet thou now interest me young one " She simply stated

The king was still wary of the beast in his mind but still asked " What is the Great Calamity? IS GINGER BRAVE AND HIS FRIENDS ALRIGHT?! " He raised his voice on the near end, worried for the young children being accompanied by Pure Vanilla, he knows the Vanillan can care for himself.

" The great calamity was a time of our release, i fared to 'scape that horrible place, 'twere such a boring place yet I know not aught about this Gingerbrave thou speak of " She answered 

The SoulJam Flickered less now as both Resolution and Apathy found balance in each other, even if the Resolution was still wary.

" How is the orb right now? say to me about how it is compared to all those centuries since. " She asked him, wondering how the world is doing after the beast's vanished

He wondered how long ago they had been sealed but decided to explain the different kingdoms and how his came to be, aswell as his continued trust with Golden Cheese even if she only came returned.

" The orb divers compared to mine time. 'twere of iron and chaos with the other beasts and creators.  The Witches " She commented 

" It was quite peaceful, until Lily went too far.. The aftermath was a horrible time to be alive.. I sometimes question if it was worth it, even if I had my son during the aftermath " Dark Cacao explained solemnly 

" Thou hast a chaotic inner child, thou want to let that out? Tis at the edge of exploding into a mere eruption of chaos " She mentioned 

He laughed nervously at the mention - So that is where the urges to cause chaos come from? - He thought.

" Sear a building or spread colour everywhere, prank others or say to jokes and commit war crimes. Never that hard? " She suggested 

Both started laughing, one finally having someone to talk to after years of isolation & one letting his inner personality after centuries of mistrust and betrayal, not without pain

Maybe Apathy and Resolution can find Balance? I

#Dark Cacao Cookie #cookie run kingdom #shitpost #mystic flour cookie

[obl1vionblackhart]

Bejewelled

Part 3

Bejewelled: part 3

Warnings: fluff, the HOB’s witchy woman bein awkward, Julia being our fav little bubbly bitch

It had been a week and a half since you joined the house of black. Things were.. slightly awkward, but you could tell they were trying. Currently, it was a Saturday. You were all travelling but you had the day off. You were laid on the couch, watching some random show with your legs in Julia’s lap. You were so happy to have your Jules back, someone to finally confide in. Rumours had spread about you and the house, some stating it was a polyamorous situation. They weren’t wrong- but it was extremely awkward and Julia was the only one you really talked to. It was hard to deny your feelings for all 4 members, it was just.. hard.

Julia looked over at you with a small smile, before getting up to walk into one of the rooms. You’d basically gotten yourselves a tiny apartment for the weekend, hence the 3 rooms and the mini kitchen. Julia heard mumbling, leaning against the doorframe of malakai’s room.

“I’m just saying- it feels like there’s nothing there. Of course it’s a new environment but she needs to trust us Malakai.” She heard Buddy speak. She watched on, waving as brody spotted her. Brody nudged the redhead, all three men now aware of Julia’s presence.

“How nice of you to join us…” Malakai spoke, grinning slightly as Julia sat next to him.

“I get you’re all worried for her, I do. But… she’s never spoken to anyone other than Jack, Anna and I. This is new to her, you gotta give her time to gain your trust and get comfortable around you all” The blonde explained, resting her head on Malakai’s shoulder.

“Why don’t.. I try bond with her? I seem to be the least intimidating out of all of us?” Brody suggested, to which Julia grinned softly.

“I take great offence to that!” Buddy interjected, to which Malakai gave him a warning glare. The Aussie put his hands up in defence, shaking his head softly.

“That’s not a bad idea..” malakai admitted. They wrapped up the conversation, brody making his way to you in the living room. You looked up as you heard footsteps, smiling slightly at the sight of brody.

“Hey..” he muttered with a smile. “Can I sit?” You nodded, moving your legs to let him sit. You sat awkwardly for a moment, before he spoke again.

“How would you feel about a walk, just you and me. No Malakai, no buddy… No Julia” you hesitated, no Julia? You’d basically clung to her the past week…

“Sure… I’ll go get ready” his face lit up at that, watching with a small smile as you jogged out of the room to grab your jacket. Julia was in the room when you walked in, you gave her a brief smile as she tilted her head at you.

“And where are you going?” She asked in a joking motherly tone, to which you giggled softly as you grabbed your jacket.

“Me and brody are gonna go on a walk… that’s okay right?” The blonde grinned, nodding softly.

“Of course it’s okay.. you don’t need to ask permission to hang out with one of your partners” partners.. that gave you butterflies. Julia noticed the small tint of red in your cheeks, but before she could say anything you were out of the room. You returned to the living room, where brody was waiting.

“Ready to go?” He asked you, holding his arm out. You nodded, hesitating for a moment before linking your arm with his.

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You and Brody had been walking for all about 20 minutes, you had made small talk but you were currently walking in a comfortable silence. You admired the park around you both, the autumn leaves falling off of the trees, the fresh breeze giving you a little bit of ease about the whole situation…

“So… do you want to talk about why you’re so scared of us?” He asked you, not in an insulted way- more so he was just curious. You looked up at him, his small smile easing whatever negative thoughts you’d previously had. You shrugged, before looking back in front of you.

“I don’t know… you guys aren’t as bad as everyone says you are… it’s just all so new and- I don’t know…” you tried to come up with words, sighing as you got frustrated with yourself. The tall brunette hushed you, softly taking ahold of your chin to get your attention.

“It makes perfect sense… but I promise you this. You have no reason to fear us petal, our only care is protecting our girls… you and Julia.” Your face heated up at his words, to which he chuckled and kissed your cheek. Being around Brody made you feel comfortable, you had a feeling he was just a big teddy bear at heart. You snuggled into his side as you walked, brody almost sighing in relief as you did. All he wanted was for you to feel safe, and he felt as if he’d somewhat accomplished that.

“I don’t mean to be awkward around you guys… I do really like you all” you admitted, a small smirk on Brody’s face as he heard you talk.

“I know you don’t Angel… but it definitely boosts my ego” he responded with a small laugh, you hitting his shoulder lightly in response.

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“So? How did it go?” Buddy asked immediately as you and Brody separated at the door. You walked into your room to grab a towel for the shower, while Brody walked into the living room.

“Perfect… she’s not scared, she’s just nervous about the change” he admitted in a hushed tone, to which Malakai looked up and nodded.

“We’ll just have to be careful… she’s fragile. But she’ll warm up to his” he spoke, not sparing Julia a glance as she rested her head in his lap.

“She’s always been fragile… especially with change.” Julia mumbled, looking between the three men. They knew Julia was the key to having you warm up to them, even if neither of you realised.

“Well she trusts Brody and Julia… we just need to put in that extra bit of work” Buddy piped up, looking over at Malakai as he nodded in agreement.

“I suppose we will….

But I’m up for the challenge”

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[alj4890]

Hi I have a Halloween prompt for you. Please feel free to use it if it inspires, and ignore it if it doesn't! 🎃(Any pairing, though you know... lol)

"I'm not going in there."

"What? It's just a Haunted House. Kids are going in."

"I'm sorry, but nope!"

😂 Oh goodness @jerzwriter . This prompt has been my response to any haunted house attraction. I am the biggest weenie out there. When I saw this Halloween inspired request (which I love) I immediately thought of Trystan and Cameron. So for this, I'm having our newly abdicated crown prince and his favorite detective spending an autumn evening deciding what to do for date night. This also goes along with @choicesprompts flufftober prompt of an embarrassing secret revealed.

Thanks again @jerzwriter for this. It helped pull me out of my writer's block ♥️

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"So?" Cameron prodded. "What are we doing tonight?"

"Whatever you'd like." Trystan twined his fingers with hers as they walked down the sidewalk. "Other than having dinner with you, I'd like nothing more than to make this a normal date."

"You know," she teased, "nothing has ever been normal when you're added to the equation."

"That's what you love most about me." He winked at her as he brought their clasped hands to his lips.

Trystan brushed a tender kiss to her knuckles. Cameron normally would have scoffed at such a response but she was too happy at finally having the man she loved free and safe at her side. Nothing could possibly ruin their first night back in New York.

Trystan paused when he saw something that caught his eye.

"What is it?" Cameron tried to see what he was staring at.

A slow smile formed on his handsome lips.

"I think I found our next activity, love." He began to tug her along.

He couldn't help but notice that she seemed less than eager to cross the street.

"Trystan, why don't we do something else?" She pulled her hand out of his. "There's a ton of stuff a couple can do in New York."

"Like what?" He moved behind her and nudged her off the crosswalk.

"Um..." Cameron winced when she looked up at the building that changed every year into something absolutely dreadful. "Whatever you can think of, I'm sure it's here."

"I can't think of anything better to do on an autumn evening than a haunted house." Trystan slipped his arm around her waist and led her towards the line. "It's the perfect way to get the blood pumping."

"I can think of a more interactive way to get the blood pumping." Cameron cast a suggestive look his way. "If you catch my drift."

Trystan leaned down to kiss her. He stopped right before touching her parted lips, smiling at hearing her slight gasp.

"Trying to distract me from our night out as a couple, detective?"

Cameron grimaced over his seeing through her ruse. "No."

"Um Hmm." He chuckled. "We are going to have fun if it kills us." He captured her lips in a much too brief passionate kiss. "Then I plan on spending the rest of the night entwined with you."

Cameron felt heat spread throughout her body. As much as she wanted to distract him from taking her into a gimmicky Halloween attraction, she knew how significant tonight was for them. It was the first time they were able to be alone and have a real date. No sneaking around. No pretending to be just friends. No worries about someone trying to kill them.

She couldn't insist they escape back to one of their apartments.

But, she also knew she couldn't do a haunted house.

"Trystan, I'm not going in there."

"What?" He couldn't believe he'd heard her correctly.

Her voice actually had a slight tremble to it. It was an odd sound to say the least. He'd seen her defiantly dare crazed murderers to come at her. There was no way she could possibly be scared of some cheesey Halloween attraction.

"It's just a haunted house." He reminded her. "Kids are going in."

Cameron knew she sounded ridiculous. She also knew that she did not handle these types of man made scares well. There was only one thing she could do.

"I'm sorry, but nope!" She folded her arms across her chest and averted her eyes from her date's.

Trystan eyed her then the building.

"Why?"

Cameron ran her hands over her face. She hated that out of everything he could pick for them to do in New York, Trystan found the one thing she could not stomach. She also despised the fact that she would have to explain herself.

Can this get any worse?

"Look," she began with an irritated huff, "I don't do well in these things."

"What things?" Trystan asked.

She glared at him. "Haunted houses."

"Why?" He prodded once more.

"Oh my god!" She threw her hands up in frustration. "I'm a former cop! I might not carry a gun anymore but I do carry a taser."

"And?" Trystan still wasn't quite connecting this to her dislike of haunted houses.

"And I'm the person who whips out her weapon at anything that jumps out at me from the dark!" She snapped. "I don't have a flight mode, only a fight one."

Trystan tried to keep from laughing. He really, really tried.

He lasted all of three seconds.

Cameron glared at him while he wiped tears from his eyes.

"So what I'm gathering is..."he snorted with his laughter, "you might tase someone in there?"

"I hit people who jump out at me in these things." She mumbled. "I punched one guy out in a werewolf mask when he came up behind me and howled."

Trystan doubled over. He reached out to grasp her arm to help him remain upright as he laughed over her predicament.

"It isn't that funny." Cameron grumbled.

"It's hilarious!" He managed to get his laughter under control. "I never dreamed this night could be so perfect."

Cameron shook his hand off.

"Oh come on, love." He wrapped his arm around her. "Even you can see how funny it is."

"I don't think it's as funny as you seem to think it is." She mumbled, highly embarrassed."

Trystan began to guide her away from the attraction.

"You are the bravest person I know." He told her, squeezing her close. "To hear you have a weakness is not only surprising, but also gives me hope that perhaps one day I can be like you."

"Trystan," Cameron could feel herself blush over such praise, "you are incredibly brave. Look at all you've been through with your family alone."

"More like I had the flight of fight or flight when it concerned them." He reminded her. "It took knowing you and having you beside me to finally rise up to the challenge of fighting them head on."

She shook her head, wrapping her arm around his waist. She squeezed him tight in a side hug. It baffled her that he never saw the type of man he truly was.

"Would I want a partner who wasn't brave?" She asked.

"We both know my charm and persistence got me that coveted spot by your side." He reminded her.

Cameron laughed. "You might be Prince Charming, but that wasn't it."

"My handsome looks?" He asked.

"Nope."

"My fortune?" He continued.

"Not even close." She squeezed him again. "It was your refusal to leave me alone to face possible danger. You stayed by my side the whole time. That's why you are my partner and one of the many reasons why I love you so much."

"Cameron." He said softly, tipping her chin up for a kiss. "This is one of the many, many reasons why I love you."

"My kisses?" She teased.

He grinned, shaking his head. "You see me like no other."

They shared another tender kiss before continuing on down the street.

"Now," Trystan began again, "what shall we do since a haunted house is out?"

"We could go see a movie." Cameron offered. "That's a pretty normal date activity."

"Can it be a horror film?" Trystan asked with a hint of mischief. "I would like to scare the pants off of you tonight."

Cameron burst into laughter. "Sure. Those I can handle."

"Perfect." His smile grew. "I know just what to do once said pants are off."

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