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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ [MAYDAY] ❞
pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!reader.
summary: you've never seen hotchner so mad at you. but maybe it's a good thing.
content warnings: power imbalance. age-gap. suggestive. most of these are more of a if you squint kind of deal.
word count: 800+
a/n: not the best but i'm not gonna keep working on it whateverrrrr
You fucked up and you knew it, a terrible mistake, a rookie mistake at that. Prematurely telling a victim's family the squad had found and detained the Unsub and then having to deal with a father getting into the precinct gun in hand when it was leaked said unsub was getting released without any charges.
Containing him took all of your strength and Derek's help, but having to admit to Hotch's angry face, brows furrowed, that you were the reason that it happened... That was soul crushing. Your legs had been trembling from the moment he asked, his we'll talk later in a tone you've never heard directed at you doing nothing to help your nerves.
The ride back to the hotel after the actual Unsub was captured was a quiet one, so quiet you almost think you're off the hook. Aaron looks almost serene while driving, but you should've known better, you should've known he was just holding off.
The minute his hand gripped your wrist and followed you into your room you knew it though, he really wasn't the type to say something and not follow up on it.
"What were you thinking!?" That's probably the first time he raises his voice at you and your heart sank. What were you thinking? On how to bring some comfort to the family. So you weren't really thinking, not the way that you should have. You don't reply, it makes his eyes darken even more, as if you not trying to defend yourself made it worse. "Innocent lives were almost lost today because of your lack of professionalism!"
Lack of professionalism? Supposed to be a nicer way to tell it was because of your big mouth, but it somehow made you feel worse. You were a good agent, you did a good job. You wouldn't have been transferred there two years prior if that wasn't true. He was making you feel small, when usually working by his side made you feel like a superhero of some sort.
"I'm sorry, Hotchner, I don't know what else you want me to say." Your voice is much lower than his, your arms are crossed in front of your chest as you rub your hands on them, trying to find some sort of comfort in yourself as you dealt with the disappointment coming from the man you secretly harbored only the sweetest of feelings for.
He notices it of course, Aaron always notices the small ways your body shows what you're feeling, so his hands go through his hair and he's frustrated so he huffs loudly and he should just drop it off, he knows it, but you're his soft spot and he has to remind himself of that to avoid letting you slip up, you have too much potential to let it go to waste. "Being sorry doesn't save lives."
"I know that I—"
"You have to follow protocol." The way he interrupts you makes your eyes water and you know soon enough you're going to be a sobbing mess if he doesn't stop talking. You're not even a crier, so that's about to become much more humiliating if it happens in front of him. "They exist for a reason, you can't just do whatever you want, especially if it's something st—" it is your time to interrupt him.
But with a kiss.
Your arms are dropped to your sides, your feet slightly tipped to reach his lips with yours in a act of courage, yes, but mostly despair.
He could not see you cry. Seeing you mess up so bad was enough. You couldn't let him think you couldn't handle the job, the scolding.
And that was definitely not your brightest idea, but the way he doesn't even flinch before kissing you back with much more hunger than yourself, his right hand to your throat and the left pulling your waist shows you that maybe you should've done this much earlier.
You melt into his arms and you can feel every muscle on his body tense up when your hands grab onto his waist. His lips only leave yours when he can sense your trouble breathing, but Aaron doesn't do anything else that could separate you two, his hands stay glued to you, his eyes almost hypnotized by yours as you work on catching your breath.
"You're really terrible following rules, huh?" His mockery is followed by his teeth pulling on your lower lip ever so softly, but it still earns him a quick moan from you.
"Yeah but..." You stop yourself to gather just a bit more of courage before closing in on him, your lips brushing against his face as you got closer to his ear, your voice a whisper only, as if it made your following teasing less wrong. "I'm very good at following orders."
"I'll be the judge of that."
#lari writes sometimes#aaron x reader#aaron x you#aaron hotch x reader#aaron hotch x you#aaron hotch imagine#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner x you#aaron hotchner imagine#criminal minds x reader#hotch x reader#hotch x you#hotch imagine#hotch scenario
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enhypen hyung-line shower sex drabbles
warnings. smut, shower sex, pervert jake
that’s all the warnings i can think of atm so lemme know if i’ve missed any!
authors note. 200 almost 300 followers, special drabble!!! this took so long and for what but i just finished this instead of one of my final assignments.
Heeseung
Soapy boobs? Soapy boobs. Heeseung wants to fuck you anytime anywhere but seeing the photo you sent of your tits covered in bubbles, the sprint from the practice room to your apartment had never felt longer. He stormed into the bathroom barely taking all his clothes off before stepping into the shower, “And what do I owe the pleasure of you joining me Hee?”
He glares into your eyes before reaching down to your still soapy chest, “You know what you did.” He plays around with your tits as he kisses you harshly, pressing you into the wall by your throat. When he finally pulls away there’s a trail of spit coming from your mouth as he wipes it away he pushes his thumb into your mouth. You moan at the action when he whispers “For your little stunt im gonna fuck your tits okay darling?” It wasn’t a question.
He slowly lowers you down to your knees, his cock resting on his abdomen, you’re still looking up at him as you push your tits together and he starts to fuck them. It wasn’t too long before he pulled away, “Fuck wait a second,” he quickly grabs the soap you use and lathers your tits creating the soapy look from the photo.
“Fuck thats more like it, keep going darling.” He doesn’t last too much longer, the friction from the soap and your boobs making it hard for him to stay sane. His hand grips your chin making you look up at him as he groans and cums all over your chest when you make eye contact. His hand is still connected to your jaw, you stand back up and pull him into a kiss, “So that’s a yes for more photos of me in the shower?”
Jay
“Why won’t you let me suck you off.” You almost demanded it from your boyfriend. Jay has never let you suck or jerk him off. It's always he’s pleasuring you or you start touching him and within two seconds you’re on all fours being pounded. So you had a plan to sneak up on him in the shower. It sounded simple enough but he’s way stronger than you so you knew you had to make it good. You slowly creep into the shower behind him and hug him from behind startling him.
He grabs your hand that rests on his stomach, “Don’t do that baby,” he whines his hands caressing yours. You rub your face into his back and tell him about how bad your day was and for him to tell you about his. As he talks, your hands slowly wander down towards his dick. His voice wavers for a moment before stopping “What do you think you’re doing baby.” You pull yourself off him and he turns around to you.It was time to pull out the big guns.
“Jay, I told you my day was horrible. The only thing that could make it better is if you let me jerk you off right now.” you whine at him putting on the best show before he let out a sigh. Finally a win. He drops his hand and you grab him by the waist leaving little to no room between you to start stroking him. Little by little you edge jay closer.
He puts both hands on the wall behind your head trapping you into a kiss as you continue stroking him. He whispers into your mouth “I'm gonna cum.” You get down onto your knees not missing the opportunity for his cum in your mouth. He slaps his cock against your tongue as he cums, filling your mouth.
Jake
“You know you don’t have to sneak outside my shower anymore right baby?” When you and Jake were just roommates he thought he was stealthy enough that he could watch you shower and you wouldn’t notice. You noticed every time. Although you played dumb because it was cute at first, the more it went on and on and he still didn’t end up asking to fuck you caught you off guard. You thought because of him being a shower perv he might just fess up that he liked you but alas Jake played the long dumb game of “I don’t like you, we’re just roommates”.
Until one day you caught him in the act. You can remembered he looked so cute fucking into his hand with his eyes closed and suddenly took his hand off. This was the perfect opportunity for you to reach out and continue jerking him off. He was scared shitless by the reaction so hilarious to you as he jumped away from behind the shower trying to cover himself up as he gawked at you. Before you knew if the two of you were fucking in the shower, on the sink, on the wall. Name it and you’ve had sex there.
Jake sometimes likes to recreate the past by perving on you in the shower. “Come here you perv.” You say dragging him inside and into a kiss. His hand runs up and down your body as you soak in the water. His hands push you against the wall, the water running down you both as he slowly fucks into you. Cautiously lifting your leg around his waist before roughly fucking you against the wall. Let’s just say your neighbour knows his name.
Sunghoon
You and Sunghoon showering together was a normal occurrence. Whether it be a bad day at work for you or a late night for him at dance practice, you two could come together for a short time before doing it all over again tomorrow. They’re normally relaxing, you wash his hair, he washes your body but sometimes, just sometimes he swears, he needs to jerk off. It’s not his fault you’re beautiful especially as the water runs down your body the soap suds from where his hands have run all over your body are barely there.
Just whenever you turn around to wash your hair facing away from him. As you soap up your hair he watches the water drop down your body and he takes in the view of your ass as suddenly he’s hard. They’re quick strokes. He's kinda embarrassed that you washing your hair has turned him on this much. it’s not until he’s close enough to the edge that you turn around and see him, “Are you seriously jerking off right now, i’m washing my hair,” his eyes pull the best desperate look he can muster before you roll your eyes.
Maybe in other people's relationships that would mean no, go away, you’re annoying me. While sometimes you wish it did in yours but you let Sunghoon push you against the tiles as he fucks his cock against your body. His tip barely grinding against you, the lewd scene isn’t that terrible until you meet his eyes for the second time. Somehow they’re even more desperate than before drooping, down to look all over your body as he jerks his hips and lets out small whimpers.
The one hand that steadies himself on you is gripping your breast, his head lays on your shoulder as he whispers “I'm gonna cum, please, can I come?” you think about it for a minute or two sunghoon lets out a louder whine this time before you let him cum all over you. His voice breaks, his grip on you feels harder as he releases all over your stomach. He takes deep breaths before looking up at you again and kissing you whispering into your mouth thank yous.
You wait till he’s almost recovered before your hand slaps his ass and it lets out a squelch from the water “Alright shows over wash my hair.” He lets out a laugh before turning you around and washing the suds out.
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Whiskey, Neat
Rated E, for EVERYONE!
Boothill is the most annoying customer you have to deal with.
Featuring: Boothill and YOU!
Beware! This film contains: Probably OOC Boothill (made before his release), gender neutral reader, the reader doesn't like straight whiskey sorry guys, not quite frenemies to lovers....? more like two ppl annoying the fuck outta each other, Boothill threatens to kill you once or twice, but he also flirts, a touch of angst at the VERY end, mention of sexual harassment but it's just the reader calling Boothill a creep I repeat there is zero sexual harassment in this fic
Boothill is a thorn in your side. No, no; you find yourself thinking that comparison is too tame. To you, Boothill is a girdle made of barbed wire. You thought it impossible to hate a man at such a depth until you met the outlaw. He always smelled like hot pennies and diesel, never paid his tab, and harassed the rest of the bar staff to such a degree that none of them would serve him. Except you.
For the first few months of your “relationship”, you were only acquainted with Boothill from the countless times you had to drag him away from the bar top and throw him out the front door. Shortly after that, your boss said you should learn a thing or two about bartending for “no good reason”. You were starting to catch on. Soon enough your position as security faded away and was replaced with “the guy who dealt with Boothill”. You can't complain, the pay is better and you have the eternal gratitude of your coworkers.
In a matter of mere seconds, the front doors swing open, and three deafening gunshots shatter the eardrums of everyone in the bar.
“Alright, everyone out.” Just like that, you watch all the good tips run right out the door, along with the rest of the wait staff. Now left in an empty bar, Boothill throws his arms wide, gun still held tight in his metal fingers. “I'm back, baby! You miss me?”
The revolver takes a seat at the bar top before Boothill does, slammed down hard against the wood, its barrel pointed right at you. You're not worried, Boothill doesn't shoot on accident.
“Like a hole in the head.” You quit cleaning a glass and glance at the new bullet holes placed just above the door. “Or the ceiling… order your drink and get the fuck outta here already, Boots. You're killing business.”
“Keep mouthin’ off and I'll be killin’ more than business, sweetheart.” As if to prove his point, the freak of nature spits a few bullets onto the bar top and starts reloading his gun.
You can't help but roll your eyes at Boothill’s threats. The man offers to shoot you every other breath, but he'll never do it- if he was going to kill you, you'd already be dead. You're the only man still alive who talks to Boothill like that. Probably because you're the only man alive who’ll still serve him a drink. “You're not gonna kill me, Boots. Piss off any more bartenders and you're gonna have to get your fix from the hand sanitizer in public bathrooms.”
A deep scowl takes over Boothill’s face. “You're just askin’ for me to hop this counter and kiss you right on that pretty mouth of yours.” He stops then, equal parts embarrassed and furious as a hand comes to grasp at his own throat, surely cursing his internal censor system.
“Wow, sexual harassment, that's a new low, even for a hunk of junk like you.” You snort and a short glass finds its way into your hands. You're already pulling the strongest whiskey you have from beneath the counter, knowing Boothill will ask for it any second.
As if intentionally subverting your expectations, the outlaw kicks his feet up on the bar with an amused chuckle and a smug smile that makes you want to punch his teeth right out of his face.
“You just call me a hunk?” Six words in and you're already exasperated beyond belief. He's leaving crusty speckles on your clean bar. “Darlin’, if you wanted to take me out so bad, you coulda’ just asked.”
You elbow Boothill right in the ankles; it brings a mild ache to your arm as bone meets unrelenting metal, but the pain is worth it to watch the self-satisfied prick lose his grin and nearly fall out of his chair. “I’d rather drink a pint of sand and chew the glass it came in, take your drink and get outta here.”
The glass slides across the bar just a touch too fast, the liquid fire inside threatening to slosh over the sides; if Boothill's hand hadn't shot out to catch the glass, it surely would've sailed right off the bar and shattered on the floor.
“Come on now sweet thing, don't act like you hate me.” He recuperates much too fast, already leaning on his palm. There's a horrible, discordant shrieking emitted by the friction of metal against glass; Boothill running his fingertip around the rim of the glass. “Can't deny we’ve got some kinda chemistry.”
“Oh, it ain't acting, trust.” You snort at Boothill’s shot at… Well, you're not sure; could this be called flirting? If so, it's a laughable attempt. “We've got chemistry like bleach and ammonia.”
You know he's got some smart-mouthed response when Boothill bares his pointed teeth in a massive grin. “Could say we'd be… breathtakin’?”
It's horrible. That joke is worse than any sugar-coated insult Boothill could toss your way. One hand shoots out to grasp Boothill’s glass, the other going to grip his chin.
“Agh- what the-” You don't give Boothill time to finish, wedging your fingers between his razor-sharp teeth to pry his mouth open and dump the glass of whiskey down his throat. He gargles once, coughs twice, and swats at your hands furiously.
“You had your drink. Now run off, you robotic trash-eating vermin.” Fresh bruises are purpling on your wrists from Boothill’s strikes. It could still be worse. He could tell another joke.
Boothill is still sputtering like a drowned rat, grasping at his throat and swearing- or doing his best impression of it. “What in heaven’s holy gates, darling!?” He coughs again. “You tryna’ give me a heart attack you cute little minx?! Who just pours a drink down a man's throat?!”
“Someone who's trying to get the man to leave. You had your drink, now scram before I call animal control.” You reach to take away Boothill’s empty half-glass, only to get caught in the outlaw’s iron grip.
His spare hand slams down against the bar top, a cacophony of delicate tinkling ringing out as glassware rattles and bumps against itself. “Oh don't pull that cute crap with me, sweetheart! Pour me another one, so I can drink it nice and slow.”
“You're a jackass, you know?” The words come out hissed between your teeth, roiling with barely concealed hatred, but you’re already moving to pour him another. Every time you encounter Boothill, you curse his stubbornness.
“Watch your mouth.” His grip relaxes slightly, but he keeps his stern expression as he sits back down. “Whiskey, neat.”
You almost laugh, jerking your wrist out of his grasp- does Boothill seriously think you need a reminder? Though you’d much rather kick him to the curb with a few extra bullet holes in his ugly hat, you pour Boothill a second drink with an insulted scoff. “Yeah, yeah, I know what you fuckin’ drink.”
When Boothill takes the drink this time, he tilts the glass towards you in an encouraging motion. “Pour one for yourself, too.” The look you give him must be an incredulous one, because he scowls and waves a hand at you dismissively. “Aw, Pete's sake. Just do it!”
The sigh you heave is so heavy that Boothill briefly looks for an open window, thinking there’s a draft coming in. You drag your feet through pulling down a second glass, lamenting that now you have two dishes to do when the outlaw leaves. The pour you give yourself can be more accurately called a sip, barely coming to the width of your finger. When Boothill shoots an exasperated look your way, you already have a retort prepped for him.
“Not all of us can drink in the middle of the damn day, Boots.” You stare down at the drink, swirling it lightly with a disgusted grimace. “Besides, I’m no fan of straight whiskey. I’m more of an Old Fashioned kind of guy.”
The way Boothill smiles smugly makes you wanna punch dents into his metal chest. “Oh, bless your heart, that’s cute. Stuff’s too sweet for me, personally.” He lifts his glass to you, asking for a toast.
“Too sweet? Hell, Boots. Maybe hand sanitizer is a good match for you.” Reluctantly, you tilt your glass towards his, the rims letting out a high ringing as they meet.
This time Boothill pulls an exasperated face, raising the glass to sit just in front of his lips. “Just drink already, I’m tryna’ be nice, and you’re out here ruinin’ it with your smart lil’ mouth.”
After a second of hesitation, staring into the amber, you tip the glass back and let the drink slide down your throat. It burns, chemical and hot, like sandpaper tearing through your esophagus. It’s all you can do to not dry heave at the feeling, but you can’t stifle a coughing fit. “Fucking hell- how can you drink this shit?”
The drink came much easier to Boothill, nursing his whiskey as if he were only sipping on tap water. “Guess I just got a more refined palette, sweet thing. Thanks for sharin’ a drink with me anyway. You make a guy feel less lonely.”
For once, Boothill seems strangely earnest and you can’t help but be put off guard. You suppose, with such a polarizing personality and by the very nature of outrunning the law, Boothill must live quite the isolating life. Then again, if he wanted to be less alone, he could simply stop getting himself kicked out of bars. Still, you stumble over your words for a second, looking for a proper thing to say, and in the end only muttering out a sorry; “Yeah, sure, no problem.”
Even to you, that doesn’t quite make you sound like yourself. Dishes, you have dishes to do, a distraction that can carry your mind away from Boothill’s odd shift in demeanor. You’re expecting a snide comment about how quiet you’re being, but when you look back at Boothill, he’s fixed his gaze on an empty wall; clearly, he’s far away from here. You’re trying not to think about it too hard- Boothill’s seemingly flirtatious remarks, asking you to drink -but in the empty bar, it’s silent, and it’s almost… nice.
I SWEAR I'M WORKING ON REQUESTS. I PROMISE. the Barbatos fic is coming out to be twice as long as just about anything else I've written so it's taking a long time. I saw Boothill things and was possessed by spirits to make this. Also. Yes inspired by the Hozier song
#pansy writes#honkai star rail#hsr boothill#hsr x reader#boothill x reader#boothill#boothill hsr#boothill honkai star rail#boothill x you#x reader#gender neutral y/n#gender neutral reader#boothill x gender neutral reader#hoyoverse
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ELLIE WITH A SWEET DUMB OBLIVIOUS GIRLFRIEND!!! ELLIE WITH A SWEET DUMB OBLIVIOUS GI- [GUNSHOTS]
ellie with an oblivious girlfriend
there’s nobody else in the world you feel safer with than ellie
she’s your protector and she always looks out for you
and thank god she does
one of the things ellie loves most about you is how genuinely sweet and thoughtful you are
you think of others first, you’re reassuring and kind, you’re a very giving person
however, you can also be ditzy and forgetful, which ellie finds endearing but it also puts her on extra alert constantly
you’ll wake up earlier than her to cook breakfast for both you of you, and by the time she walks in, you’ll be setting out the finished product on the dining table
she walks in with a sleepy “mornin’ babe” and a yawn, and as she sees the breakfast set-up you’ve made, she begins to smile
but before she can praise you, she smells something weird from the kitchen and immediately bounds in to find you’ve forgotten to turn the stove off
thankfully it was just an empty pan on top of it and the burner was on a lower setting
you rush in after her as she turns the dial to “off” and you immediately start to apologize tearfully
“oh fuck, el, i’m so sorry, i can’t believe i keep fucking doing that. i didn’t mean it, baby—”
ellie interrupts you by pulling you into an embrace and kissing your forehead
“hey, hey, it’s okay. no harm done. don’t freak out.”
you let her peck you on the lips before she continues
“we’ll work on it, okay? can’t have you burning the place down. but i’m not mad, alright?”
she places another kiss on your forehead as you whisper a soft “okay”
“now, i’m pretty hungry,” she continues. “whatever you made smells really fucking good. let’s go eat, alright?”
your forgetfulness applies to misplacing things too
whether it’s your keys or your favourite pair of shoes, it’s not uncommon for something to go missing
in the game’s universe, ellie will be knocking on your door ten minutes before you both have to go for a morning patrol
you were supposed to meet up with her for breakfast at the tipsy bison earlier but you never showed
she hears you go, "one second!!" followed by the sound of things being thrown around
ellie's concerned, so she lets herself in where she's greeted by you ransacking your house
"uhh, babe?" she says and you turn to her with an overwhelmed look on your face
"oh! i'm so sorry el, i know i'm running so late. i just can't find my favourite pistol anywhere, and you know i can't leave jackson without it, i—"
you keep rambling and only stop when ellie unzips her backpack and pulls out the exact pistol you've been searching for all morning
you squeal and say, "OH MY GOD, BABE, WHERE DID YOU—"
she chuckles and hands it to you, saying, "you left it in shimmer's saddle yesterday, remember?"
you place the gun down on the table and lunge to give her a hug
"thankyouthankyouthankyou, what would i do without you?" you say
she gives you a quick kiss before going, "go get ready, silly girl. jesse's gonna kill us if we're late."
while you're in the other room quickly getting dressed, she's straightening the room up and putting things back where they belong
in a modern au, you'll be just as forgetful
it'll be a saturday and you're asleep in her arms and you're woken up by her alarm going off way too early
she reaches over to turn it off and you expect her to turn back to snuggle you but instead, she gets up from bed and draws the blinds to let the morning sunlight in
you groan and lift the blanket over your face
"ellieeeee, whyyyyy"
she chuckles and makes her way over to your side of the bed and pulls the blanket down
"wakey wakey, eggs and bakey" she says, giving you a morning kiss
"no eggs and bakey, it is still night-night time" you whine. "close the blinds, baby"
ellie strokes your cheek and says, "gotta get up, pretty girl. you got therapy this morning."
you kiss the hand that she's stroking your cheek with and say, "no, therapy's tomorrow"
"nope, today, baby." ellie flashes her phone at you to show her calendar app which says your therapy appointment starts in an hour
you groan again and say, "can i skip it today and you come back to bed and cuddle me?"
ellie attacks your neck with kisses and says, "tempting, but still gotta go, baby. i'll cuddle you when we get back, okay?"
you pout, hoping it'll convince ellie
but she's pulling your sleepy ass out of bed two seconds later
you're someone who sees the good in others
which ellie admires you for, but unfortunately means that people will take advantage
the worst is when people start hitting on you
whether it’s a man or a woman, ellie gets territorial regardless
she does react differently though, depending on who’s trying to flirt with her girl
with men, there’s a cockiness to her, knowing that you could unintentionally get their hopes up with your sweet and pleasant demeanor, but in the end? they’d have no chance
but with women? ellie is 10x more possessive
she trusts you and knows that you’re not actually flirting; you’re naturally friendly and affectionate
but she doesn’t like when she sees the way other women look you up and down, drinking you in with a hungry expression on their faces
in the game’s universe, you’ll be at the tipsy bison one night with ellie, dina, and jesse
you all share a table together, and when the bottle of alcohol you’d all been sharing runs low, you volunteer to get another from the bar
you expect maria to be who serves you, but instead it’s a guy your age who you’d seen around town but don’t interact with often
as you walk up to the bar, he spots you and flashes a huge smile
“hey pretty, lady,” he says. “what can i get for you?”
you smile back, not catching the obvious flirting in his greeting
ellie’s eyes were on you since you left the table
usually, she just enjoys being able to look at you every second she has just so she can admire your presence
but this time, it was to suspiciously squint at you and the barman you were currently conversing with
you were giving him an innocent smile, one that she fell in love with so long ago
but the way he looked at you like something he’d like to devour? she muttered a quiet “be right back” to dina and jesse before appearing at your side
you’re laughing politely at something the guy is saying when ellie surprises you by wrapping her arms around your waist
“yeah, i’m—oh! el, you scared me!” you giggle as she pulls you close
she gives you a quick smile before staring at the barman straight on with an intimidating glare
he regards the way ellie’s holding you before he meets ellie's angry green eyes
"everything good here, babe?" she asks you pointedly
"yeah! just grabbing a bottle for us. is everything okay? did you guys need something else?" you ask her
"nah, just missed you." she replies, giving you a kiss on the cheek
the barman, who was taking his time getting you a fresh bottle, quickly assesses the situation and guesses correctly that ellie is not someone to be fucked with
he hands you the bottle but ellie grabs it instead
"thanks, man" she says cooly
she leads you back to dina and jesse, but not before she gives the barman one last smug look
in a modern au, you'll be waiting for ellie to pick you up from the train station to take you home after you'd visited some friends
as you wait in the kiss-and-ride area, some sleazeball approaches you and starts up a conversation
you're too nice to say no and you just assume it's just someone trying to make conversation
ellie eventually pulls up and finds you chatting with the stranger
you see her car and wave and immediately grab your bags
"oh, my girlfriend is here! have a nice day!" you say
"oh man," the sleazeball says. "leaving already? can i at least get a hug?"
"oh, uh—" you begin, but he's mostly there already and you concede to give him a half-hearted hug with one arm
you make your way to ellie's car and get into the passenger's seat, greeting her happily and hurling your bags into the backseat
"who was that?" ellie asks after she greets you back
"who?"
"that guy you just hugged."
"oh, i don't know. just some guy who came up to me a few minutes ago and started chatting. he asked for a goodbye hug." you respond, shrugging
"babe," ellie sighs. "you can't just—you can't just let random guys touch you like that."
"he was just being friendly, el!"
"trust me, baby," she says, glaring at the man who was still staring at you from where he was. "he wasn't."
before you can respond, ellie kisses you passionately and you melt instantly
she kisses you because she misses you, but she also wants this strange man to see that you were unavailable and unattainable
as she pulls away, you're flustered at your girlfriend's boldness
you giggle nervously, not noticing as she glowers at the sleazeball who's now scowling
she drives away as she places her hand on your thigh like usual, pleased with herself and making a mental note to make sure to be ten minutes early to pick you up from anywhere from now on
in the game's universe, you'll be coming home from patrol with a new girl that maria had asked you to train
you were assigned to a fairly easy and tame route that day and maria thought that you'd be a good teacher for this newcomer
this newcomer was very friendly and very bold, and when she'd been told she was assigned to patrol with you that day, she was excited and made plans to ask you out afterwards
she'd seen you during her first couple of weeks in jackson and she'd been itching for a chance to chat you up
you hadn't noticed her much prior to your patrol with her, but ellie did
she noticed her the day that she arrived because the second the new girl laid her eyes on you, ellie could tell she liked what she saw
when you'd told her you were training her, ellie said nothing about the very obvious crush this newcomer had on you
ellie trusted you, but that didn't stop her from worrying
she'd made dina come back from their patrol earlier than usual so she could be there when you'd come back from yours (which earned her an annoyed but playful eye-roll from dina)
ellie was brushing shimmer's mane when you came into the stables with your horse along with the new girl
she frowned when she looked up to see the new girl eagerly helping you down from your horse
you gave the girl a smile and a thank you before spotting ellie waiting for you
your smile widened when you saw her and you practically jumped on her to give her a hug
"hi, baby! you're back from patrol already?" you ask as you pull away slightly to look at her better
"yeah, not much action on mine and dina's route," ellie lied. "missed you, pretty girl."
"you saw me this morning, dummy." you chuckle
"and i missed you," ellie reiterated. "can't help it."
you give her a loving smooch, which ellie gladly reciprocates and takes a step further as she lifts you up and swings you around
she smiles at your giggles and your noncommital whines to put you down, smirking internally about putting on a show in front of the new girl
the new girl who looked at the scene, defeated and irritated, and who you also had completely forgotten about
in a modern au, you'll be visiting a lesbian bar with ellie
you both needed to unwind and you were both slowly getting tipsier by the second
she excuses herself to the bathroom for a few minutes, but not before giving you a quick kiss and a promise to return quickly
she's not gone for five minutes before she returns and finds that some other girl is leaning on her barstool and chatting you up
she could tell that you were being friendly and sweet as always, but the other girl's body language told a different story
the girl has left by the time she makes it back to where you were sitting
your face lights up like it always does when you see her
"scoring some dates?" ellie jokes, even if she's seething internally
"oh, just someone being nice, that's all" you reply
"uh huh," ellie says as she takes her seat, handing your purse back to you that you'd placed on top of her stool to avoid someone taking it
"el, not everyone is out here looking to sleep with me." you say to her, pushing a stray hair behind her ear
"really?" she says before lifting the napkin her drink was sitting on to reveal a piece of paper with a number scribbled over it
you look at it for a second and say, "that doesn't mean she was hitting on me!"
ellie rolls her eyes and says, "you are far too beautiful to not get hit on when we're in a lesbian bar"
"lesbians need friends too, el" you reply
ellie pulls out the piece of paper from underneath the napkin and lifts it up to your eye level, revealing the girl's phone number and a note that said "call me xx" right underneath it
you stare at it for a second before saying, "do you think i should call her?"
you laugh as ellie rolls her eyes at you and playfully gets up to leave
"i'm kidding, baby, i'm kidding!" you snicker, gripping ellie's tattooed arm and pulling her back down to her stool. "come back here, silly."
"you sure it's me and not your new girlfriend that you want to sit here with you?" ellie taunts
"is this new girlfriend gonna take care of me better than you do?" you ask, pulling ellie close to you by her collar
"probably not" she says, staring at your lips
"that's what i thought." you say before you lean in and kiss her so intensely that she completely forgets all about that other girl within seconds
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sorry for taking a bit to respond to this! hope this is what you meant hehe
oops sorry for going off on this dslkfjsfds
enjoy the header pic of ellie here cause i took that myself in photo mode in my own playthrough of tlou2 a few days ago hehe
also the forgetfulness part is me being inspired by myself because i have adhd and i’m annoyingly forgetful oops
also that kiss-and-ride one was something that happened to me years ago when i was waiting for my gf to pick me up from the station one time lmao
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Had a weird dream last night that Marc Spector was in my room, and I was writing smut about him and Big Man With A Gun by Nine Inch Nails was playing on my cd player. Now I just can't stop thinking of the lyrics, " shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, I'm gonna come all over you. " So, here I present to you, some of my horniest Marc Spector head canons.
He really likes to grab your thighs. He likes to grab them when you're sitting next to him, you know... just for the fuck of it. Whenever you're in the car with him, he'll reach over for your thigh and just kind of grab it. He won't say anything and just kind of let it happen, slowly making his way for your inner thigh until you make a comment on it. When you do, he'll act like he's confused as a way to mess with you.
Marc loves to praise you alright, but sometimes he can't just hold back his feelings for you. It's like everything just becomes too much for him and he just can't be nice to you.
" Gonna fucking rip you apart. " he'll snarl, grasping your neck and shaking you a bit. You would be grabbing his wrist, your poor little face scrunching up while he penetrates you like you're a little toy. His little toy.
He can't contain himself when you're sitting on his lap. Mmm, how pretty that little dress of yours looks on you... he bets it'd look better off of you. His lips will latch on your neck, and he'll breathe into your warm skin.
" Mm baby, I think we might need a room." His strong hands will rub your thighs, and he'll continue giving you tiny love bites on your soft skin until you agree.
He likes to start off a bit slow. maybe play with your nipples through your top and watch them become hard. Or maybe he'll start with a little foreplay? He'll rip off your clothes one by one and have you sit on his lap, move you around a bit and then sink his greedy fingers into your entrance. He wants to make sure you can also feel him become hard underneath you, and also wants to make sure you're begging for that hardness.
" Marc, please.. I can't handle it anymore. " you'll moan quietly while he's curling those two thick fingers into the perfect spot.
" Keep begging like that, baby. Tell me how much you need it, baby. " he'll respond, his face nuzzling in the crook of your neck.
Marc is also a bit of a rigger. I'll leave it at that.
God, he just needs to see you underneath him, eyes rolling into the back of your head, lips wet and plump from biting them too much and slipping out broken moans and cries for him to never stop.
He'll say things to try and get you on, dirty things he'd never picture himself saying. " my little slut, in shambles underneath me like this.. " and, " Aw, does my precious baby need more? Mm, I'll give her more. I'll give her all of it. " He just wants to make a pure mess out of you, craves to see you all fucked up becuase of him. Just for him.
And when he's done with you, he'll either finish in you or on you.
" God, so perfect. My perfect little girl. " he'll purr, combing your hair back with his hands and giving your forehead a kiss. But even after everything, theres just something about the look of you all fucked out of your mind with his seed all over ( or in ) you. He's unable to wait for next time he can see you like that.
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MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS
* collection #7
if you want to stop by and finish this conversation, you're welcome anytime.
you really believe your little story's gonna make a difference when there's a gun to our heads?
it was dreadful of me to even suggest it.
one day you'll meet someone and it'll literally take your breath away.
i thought somebody stole it.
so it's always just about sex, then?
welcome to new york!
you really are something.
i'm ready to be done with this.
oh, i'd like that.
and i thought i performed the perfect murder.
we're not together.
we made history today.
how does a man get shot from the front and have the body land here?
we've been over this before.
the whole country is watching you. they just don't know it.
be careful with that thing.
there are only bad options. it's about finding the best one.
i'm starving.
here. buy yourself a personality.
i'm gonna leave this coat in the car.
i took this meeting out of respect, because i wanted to say no to your face.
what is it about me that you find so irresistable?
it's gonna haunt you for the rest of your days.
you won't be alone.
i've been in love. i went down the rabbit hole.
i really have to stop buying into this bullshit hollywood cliche of true love.
remind me never to play poker in this town.
no one will think less of you.
you know what i discovered?
you can walk away.
my ears pop in an elevator.
let me clear your head up for you. i had absolutely nothing to do with the crime.
in your condition, i should call the police.
i knew you could do it!
why do i get the feeling this is the first real commitment you've ever made?
you have a boat?
if we wanted applause, we would have joined the circus.
maybe i'll give it to you.
this is what i do. i get people out. and i've never left anyone behind.
you know i love you, don't you?
you got a gun on you?
i'm trying to explain something that is not explainable.
you've been checking up on me.
i really don't have any choice.
i would like you to bullshit me.
could you do me a favor?
you are trespassing. get down from the sign.
this is the best bad idea we have.
what, you guys going out now?
sometimes a man has to be big enough to see how small he is.
whatever i hear, i won't believe.
would you order me something while you're there?
why in the shit would we do that?
i saved myself.
i wouldn't qualify for that.
i don't remember having a good time.
don't fucking shoot anybody.
i'm just doing my job.
this is your last warning.
are you trying to make me mad?
why are you telling me this?
then why the hell did you agree to do it?
do you want to live here?
you've got a good ear for music.
what an unpleasant surprise.
i hope you were watching carefully.
no, we're just friends. we're messing around a little bit.
brace yourself. it's like talking to those two old fucks on the muppets.
i've been poor my whole life.
how's someone supposed to make a living here?
how the fuck have you managed to stay out of prison for a year?
how are you doing today?
i'm not here to pry into your personal life.
how keen of you to notice.
who's the target audience?
i'm tired of the way they look at me.
now if we get separated, i'll know where to meet up.
i like this side of you.
you say one more word, and i'll cut you down right here.
i'm not gonna kill you. not like this.
we did suicide missions in the army that had better odds than this.
you want me to be honest with you?
i didn't know, but i'm always glad to hear that.
you'll fit right in.
give me your pants!
i forgot to add the iced tea.
why don't they ever make a movie about what happens after they kiss?
where did you find that? i've been looking all over for it.
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I think a Batman/DetCo crossover would be perfect especially in the context of how fucking insane Shinichi's parents are.
I was thinking and I realized they're a mix of the Drakes (neglectful in the "never being home" kinda way, rich but it doesn't seem like their child sees a lot of that money) and Bruce ("how'd you learn how to shoot a gun" "my father spent a summer with me in Hawaii to teach me" what an insane scene that was. Not to mention the "yeah. It's a good idea to traumatize our child via fake kidnapping to teach him a lesson about stranger danger :)" and "Shinichi, dear, I know you're 6yo but come investigate this suicide with me sweetie") but they're also above worse (willing to falsify police and government documents for son).
Would Bruce love the Kudos or hate them? On one hand, Yusako definitely has them figured out. He's kinda like Alfred that way.
The Kudos get invited to an event, something like an award ceremony or some kind of cinema festival. They decide to bring Conan as a decoy for Shinichi related questions (usually they'd just use school as an examination why he wasn't there but they've been saying Shinichi is traveling for a case nowadays and it wouldn't do well to contradict that).
Bruce is the one that organized whatever event this is. I wanted the Drakes alive but I also want Damien to meet Conan. So. Sorry Janet and Jack. I'm going full Batfam for this.
Clark Kent is there, though he's technically a plus one. Cat is doing a piece for the event, specifically she wants to interview the Kudos, which is a feat as of late, and needed a last minute plus one (the Kudos are volatile and no one knew if they'd actually show up. When they did, Cat had to rush to get to Gotham before they decide they got bored and fucked off).
Of course, Cat immediately latches onto Conan's existence and assumes that he is why the Kudos have been out of the public eye. But not in the actual real way. She starts by asking general questions about them, their careers, and the event they're at at the moment.
And then she hits them with: "so. I see you've expanded the family. How does Shinichi feel about having a little brother?"
Which breaks just about everyone involved in the conversation.
Immediately Yukiko goes into actress gear. "Oh no he's- this is Conan, Conan Edogawa. He's our nephew. He's been staying with a friend of ours in Japan, but we thought he'd like coming back to the States for a bit!" All while smiling. Meanwhile Conan goes through all the stages of grief and is already building up the script for when he's gonna have to kiss ass to Ai for ending up in the Daily Planet.
Yusako senses this and tries to mitigate the situation a bit. "I'd appreciate if you didn't put him in your article. He's just a kid. And the focus is supposed to be on the event and our achievements, not a gossip piece about our private life"
But then Clark speaks up. Unfortunately he's been listening to the conversation and keeping track of everyone's reactions to everything. And he has a good memory. He has also listened to enough rants from Batman about the KID Thief to know more details than the average person.
"Aren't you the KID killer?" Everyone blanches. "I mean, that child from the KID Thief heists?"
"Uhm..." Conan is stumped. He's really bad at this. Of all the things his parents did, they never left him to deal with the vultures alone. But that also means that in his entire High School Detective career he had more of a "avoid at all costs" kinda mentality when it came to talking to the press directly. Sure they've made articles about him, but he's never met anyone interview him directly.
But again, Yukiko to the rescue. "I think that's enough. I hope you can respect our wishes." She puts her hands on Conan's shoulders as she redirects him away from them.
Clark is a little worried, a little suspicious. But he stops Cat from following them by reiterating that he's a kid and the Planet is not a tabloid newspaper.
Of course pt2, things go as things go when Conan is around a respectable amount of people and someone dies. Immediately Conan is on high alert, but so is Bruce who's worried about how someone could've managed to successfully commit a murder under his nose.
So, the investigation begins. On technically 4 sides. Yusako is doing his own detective work, but he's staying on the sidelines and letting the others be at the center of it all. Conan's special interest has been activated so he's in full inspection mode and putting himself in everyone's business. Bruce immediately contacts Commissioner Gordon, and starts distracting the people at the event while sussing out anyone who might have had a motive and/or opportunity. Clark has engaged his investigative journalism side and is already gathering evidence.
Meanwhile Damien is trying to convince Bruce to let him threaten people with unimaginable violence to make them comply and confess. But then he gets distracted by Conan and starts trying to babysit him but in a "I'm better than you tsk you're so immature" kinda way. Keeping him out of the way by yelling at him and dragging him away physically. Conan is not deterred.
All in all, it's a regular day for Conan, a particularly interesting day for the Kudos, a surprisingly weird day for Bruce, and a very annoying day for Damien.
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something something about Mike leaving Hawkins and Will having an internal conflict on whether he should stay or go
(I uses colors to show which lyrics relate to eachother, except for like, at the end the colors kind of mix up, I ran out of colours, anyway you'll figure it out)
Smalltown Boy: (associated with Mike)
run away, turn away
alone on a platform, the wind and the rain on a sad and lonely face
mother will never understand why you had to leave
but the answers you seek will never be found at home
the love that you need will never be found at home
pushed around and kicked around, always a lonely boy (we know that Mike is bullied, and it's hinted that Mike is depressed and lonely, most of the time in his basement)
but you never cried to them, just to your soul
cry boy, cry
Should I Stay or Should I Go: (associated with Will)
darling, you got to let me know
should I stay or should I go? (notice how Mike's song is about leaving, whilst Will's is a question, "should I leave too?")
if you say that you are mine
I'll be here 'till the end of time (when Labyrinth gate and 20 gate meet @connect-dots7 )
It's always tease, tease, tease (MHMMMMM)
you're happy when I'm on my knees
this indecision's bugging me (esta indecisión me molesta)
if you don't want me, set me free (si no me quieres, librarme)
Always Something There To Remind Me: (associated with Mike)
I was born to love you, and I will never be free (there's too much for this to just be a coincidence guys)
California Dreamin': (associated with Mike and Will)
I'd be safe and warm (I'd be safe and warm)
if I was in L.A. (if I was in L.A.)
stopped into a church
I passed along the way
well, I got down on my knees (got down on my knees) (I'M GIGGLING RN BECAUSE THEY SO OBVIOUSLY DID THIS ON PURPOSE)
and I pretend to pray (I pretend to pray) (Mike always weirdly being associated with religion mhmmm)
you know the preacher likes the cold (preacher like the cold) (woah there now)
he knows I'm gonna stay (knows I'm gonna stay) (OH MY GOD)
Heroes: (associated with Mike and Will)
'cause we're lovers, and that is a fact (lovers lake lovers lake lovers lake lovers lake)
yes we 're lovers, and that is that
we could steal time just for one day (STEAL TIME??? 20 GATE/LABYRINTH GATE - MIKE WHEELER YOU ARE NEVER GONNA BEAT THE TIME ALLEGATIONS)
I, I wish you could swim (lovers lake lovers lake lovers lake lovers lake)
like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim
I, I can remember (I remember)
standing, by the wall (by the wall)
and the guns, shot above our heads (over our heads) (the guns = electricity I don't make the rules, Alexa play "Are 'Friends' Electric?" from Mike Wheeler's Basement Beats)
and we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall)
and the shame, was on the other side (the upside down and the real world is mentioned as "the other side" in the show all the time, maybe they kiss in the upside down with everyone else on the other side, therefore the shame would be on the other side? idk)
maybe we're lying, then you better not stay (LITERALLY SCREAMING)
When It's Cold I'd Like To Die:
where were you when I was lonesome? (THIS IS SO MIKE GUYS, "always a lonely boy")
locked away with freezing cold (HELLO)
I don't wanna swim the ocean (lovers lake lovers lake lovers- okay I'll stop)
I don't wanna fight the tide
I don't wanna swim forever
when it's cold I'd like to die
I don't wanna swim forever
I don't wanna fight the tide
I don't wanna swim the ocean
when it's cold I'd like to die
Are 'Friends' Electric? : (associated with Mike)
It's cold outside (I'm tired guys there's actually too much, I think I might stop here because literally every song connects I swear)
so now I'm alone (Mike, how lonely are you? No, seriously, is he okay? {He isn't} Even in "Tarzan Boy" it says "on my own like Tarzan boy" something isn't right here)
now I can think for myself
and things that I just don't understand
like a white lie that night (a white lie that night? maybe it's referring to the monologue when he says "I love you", I don't think so, that's a very big lie lol. I think this is referring to the "El commissioned the painting" from Will. Mike definitely knows that something is up, especially with his facial expressions in that scene, I've already made a post about this)
or a sly touch at times
I don't think it meant anything to you
so I open the door (there is too much references to "opening doors" with Mike, I'm not even joking, if I talk about it now this post will be too long)
It's the 'friend' that I'd left in the hallway
so I found out your reason for the phone calls and smiles
and it hurts and I'm lonely (MIKE???)
and I should never have tried
and I missed you tonight
So it's time to leave (smalltown boy theory is bound to happen guys what)
You see it meant everything to me
Open the Door:
come on with a gun
come on with a heart attack (YOU'RE THE HEART)
come on suicide
yeah, just like you a trap
save a blue face for me (let me remind you, "alone on a platform, the wind and the rain on a sad and lonely face")
turn around and take it off
save a new place for me
yeah, just where the flowers drop (we literally see a hill full of flowers in the last episode where Mike probably handpicked his flowers and the flowers literally drop representing milevens drop)
love that was new to you
you open up the door
I fall in love with these
I crawl out on the floor (CRAWL???? CRAWLLLLL????? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN GUYS WHAT DOES THIS MEAN HELLO SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE I'M GONNA SOB)
here's all the colors together so you can see the similarities better:
Staying/Going:
run away, turn away (smalltown boy)
Should I stay or should I go? (Should I Stay or Should I Go?)
He knows I'm gonna stay (California Dreamin')
Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay (Heroes)
So it's time to leave (Are 'Friends' Electric?)
(Bonus) You won't miss home (Tarzan Boy)
Lyrics about being alone/being bullied:
alone on a platform, the wind and the rain on a sad and lonely face (Smalltown Boy)
pushed around and kicked around, always a lonely boy (Smalltown Boy)
It's always tease, tease, tease (Should I Stay or Should I Go?)
where were you when I was lonesome? (When It's Cold I'd Like To Die)
so now I'm alone (Are 'Friends' Electric?)
(Bonus) On my own, like Tarzan boy (Tarzan Boy)
and it hurts and I'm lonely (Are 'Friends' Electric?)
Save a blue face for me (Open the Door)
Lyrics referring to time:
I'll be here 'till the end of time (Should I Stay or Should I Go?)
we could steal time just for one day (Heroes)
I don't wanna swim forever (When It's Cold I'd Like To Die)
(Bonus) Just a little more time is all we're asking for (Never Surrender)
Knees (??) (more religious imagry?? idk)
you're happy when I'm on my knees (Should I Stay or Should I Go?)
well, I got down on my knees (California Dreamin')
Freedom:
if you don't want me, set me free (Should I Stay or Should I Go?)
I was born to love you, and I will never be free (Always Something There To Remind Me)
Cold/Water:
I'd be safe and warm (California Dreamin')
you know the preacher likes the cold (California Dreamin')
I, I wish you could swim (Heroes)
like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim (Heroes)
locked away with freezing cold (When It's Cold I'd Like To Die)
I don't wanna swim the ocean (When It's Cold I'd Like To Die)
I don't wanna fight the tide (When It's Cold I'd Like To Die)
When It's Cold I'd Like To Die (When It's Cold I'd Like To Die)
It's cold outside (Are 'Friends' Electric)
(Bonus) And when the night is cold and dark (Never Surrender)
Opening doors (only two songs that I can think of, but a lot of imagry with Mike and doors in the actual series):
so I open the door (Are 'Friends' Electric)
you open up the door (Open the Door)
(interesting, because "Open the Door" plays during a scene that is about Will and his future romantic arc - "I'm not gonna fall in love." The song associated with Will says "YOU open up the door" and the song associated with Mike says "I open the door)
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Maybe some izana fluff/nsfw?:D
Penance: Izana Kurokawa x Fem!Reader
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Izana places the gun on the coffee table, his eyes never leaving your face. He leans back in his lounge seat, staring without mercy.
"Who sent you to me? Mikey?"
"I don't know a 'Mikey.'"
"Maybe Manjiro?"
"Nope." Izana's eye twitches.
"You're not the usual girl they send from the club." I'm repaying her a favor, you want to tell him, but you keep your lips shut. "Wonder what I'll do with you."
Izana stands up and takes off his jacket, cracking his neck this way and that before advancing upon you. With a single hand, he grabs your cheeks and turns your face toward him, his eyes roaming over your carefully curated appearance. "They usually send me girls who wear cheap makeup." You watch him shuffle about when he lets go, his upper torso unclothed. It's a wicked thought, but you glance at the gun and imagine grabbing it, pointing it at the man, then holding him hostage for all his money.
But you didn't expect it to go so well.
"D-don't move," you hiss, holding the gun in your hands. The white-haired man turns around slowly, holding his hands up. "I said don't move," you repeat, standing your ground.
"Shoot me," Izana whispers, his eyes full of amusement. "Go on, baby. Do it."
"Don't call me baby," you assert. Izana blinks.
"Baby," he croons, smirking. "You gonna just stand there? Or are you gonna kill me?"
"Give me your money."
"Aww..." Izana coos, stepping closer to you. "And here I was, having the time of my life." You bring the gun up to his head, holding the trigger. Just shoot him, dammit!
"Shoot me," Izana chants. "Shoot me, sweetheart." Blood rushes into your veins at a rapid rate, and you muster up the courage to finally press your index finger back and look away before the--
click.
Click, click, click.
You look back at the man, an evil smile spreading across his face. "They sent a pretty one," he murmurs, disappointment lacing his tone. "But a dumb one. You always check the chamber, baby."
Izana wrenches the gun out of your hand and grabs you by the hair, dragging you, kicking and screaming, to the bed in his room. He tosses you onto it roughly, his eyes narrowing as you cry out.
"Who sent you?!" The roar makes your ears ring, but you chime, "no one, no one," so much that it seems to drive Izana mad. He slams the door, locking it shut as you weep on the bed. It was a stupid mistake. A silly, foolish mistake. You should have never tried to do such a thing. What did you think you'd earn from shooting the head of Tenjiku?
Stupid girl.
Moments later, Izana returns, his eyes full of remorse as he walks into the room.
"I scared you, didn't I?" The soft voice from a man so threatening before startles you out of your daydream. "I scared you so bad; I'm sure you forgot the safe word."
"I did," you mutter, wiping your eyes. "I forgot it."
"I'll do better," Izana whispers, walking toward you. "Still figuring out this roleplaying thing. Let me make it up to you." When his lips press against yours, all is forgiven. You fall into his embrace, not daring to free yourself from his protective touch and gentle caresses. You don't really want to be free anyway.
Izana's lazy kisses along your thighs and fingers nestled deep into your heat cause you to exhale in pleasure, the frustration and fear long gone. "You're so wet," your boyfriend mumbles, already pussydrunk off the taste of your juices on his fingers. "Already prepared for me." Izana slides in easily, his dick slipping inside your warmth without any urge to stop.
"Mmm... so good, Izana," you purr, holding him close with one arm as he lays over you.
"That's my pretty girl," he hums, eyes lidding ever-so-slightly. "My pretty little cockslut. Gonna make you forget about everything that happened before this. Promise."
#izana kurokawa x reader#izana kurokawa smut#izana kurokawa#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers smut
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Dante x Female Reader
Dante sat perched on the edge of the couch in the Devil May Cry office, engrossed in tinkering with Ebony and Ivory, his trusty twin handguns. The sound of the door creaking open caught his attention, and he looked up to see you entering the room. His eyes widened, and a mischievous grin spread across his face as he took in your appearance.
There you stood, wearing a soft, cozy turtleneck jumper in a beautiful shade of deep red. The fabric hugged your form snugly, accentuating your curves in all the right places. Dante couldn't help but feel a surge of pride swell within him, knowing that you were his, and he was lucky enough to have you as his girlfriend.
"Hey, there, beautiful," Dante greeted you with a smooth, playful tone, setting his guns aside and rising from the couch. "Rocking that turtleneck, I see. You're gonna kill me with cuteness, aren't you?"
You blushed, a soft smile tugging at your lips as you approached him. "Oh, come on, Dante. It's just a jumper."
Dante shook his head, stepping closer and gently cupping your face in his hands. His thumbs caressed your cheeks tenderly as he gazed into your eyes. "Nah, it's not just a jumper, sweetheart. It's a turtleneck, and it's doing things to me. You have no idea how adorable you look right now."
You couldn't help but feel your heart flutter at his words, feeling cherished and adored by the man you loved. His compliments always had a way of making you feel special.
Dante leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a sweet, lingering kiss. He couldn't resist the temptation to trail featherlight kisses along your jawline, savoring the softness of your skin.
"You know, I don't think I've ever told you this, but I have a weakness for turtlenecks," Dante confessed, his voice a low whisper against your ear. "There's just something about the way they frame your face, the way they accentuate your elegance and grace. It's like they were made for you, my little fashionista."
Your cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, and you playfully swatted at Dante's arm. "Oh, stop it, you charmer. You're making me blush."
Dante chuckled, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer. "Can't help it, babe. You bring out the romantic in me. But seriously, I can't get over how adorable you look. I'm one lucky devil to have you by my side."
The warmth of his words spread through your entire being, and you melted into his embrace. With Dante, every moment felt like a whirlwind of adventure and love.
As you snuggled closer to him, Dante rested his chin on top of your head, holding you protectively. "You're my everything, y/n. And seeing you in that turtleneck just reminds me how lucky I am. It's moments like these that make life worth fighting for."
You smiled, feeling truly cherished and loved in his arms. With Dante, every day was an adventure, and his ability to find beauty in the simplest things never failed to amaze you.
#devil may cry#dmc devil may cry#dante x reader#dmc x reader#dante x y/n#dante x you#dmc dante#fluff fanfic
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completely forgot about my medieval au when i was making incorrect quotes so here have some Incorrect Medieval AU Quotes
Omega: This is a very powerful artifact. We’ll be messing with some forces we don’t fully understand.
Cal: That sounds like a dare to me.
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Caleb: Why would you bite someone?
Sabine (age 7): You weren’t there, you didn’t hear what they said to me!
Caleb: What did they say?
Sabine: "What are you gonna do, bite me?"
Caleb: That’s fair.
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Merrin: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.
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Rex: Ahsoka! Have you no dignity?
Ahsoka: Of course not! How long have we known eachother?
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Carthage: I think we should kiss.
Sabine: And I think you should die but we don’t always get what we want.
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Ahsoka: We have fun, don’t we, Rex?
Rex: I have never been more stressed out in my entire life.
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Omega: You remind me of the ocean.
Merrin: Because I'm deep and mysterious?
Omega: No, because you're full of salt and you scare people.
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Ahsoka: *about Barriss and Adenn* They make a cute couple, huh?
Rex, deadpan: They certainly are standing next to each other.
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Zeb: Ooh, somebody has a crush
Caleb: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Hera I just think she’s cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about her.
*Later that night*
Caleb, very much awake: Uh oh
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Ahsoka: Can I bother you for a second?
Rex: You're always bothering me, but go ahead.
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Cal: Did Merrin just tell me she loved me for the first time?
Omega: Yeah, she did.
Cal: And did I just do finger guns back?
Omega: Yeah, you did.
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Adenn: Punch me in the face.
Skira: ...Punch you?
Adenn: Yes, punch me, didn’t you hear me?
Skira: I always hear ‘punch me in the face’ while you’re speaking but it’s usually just subtext.
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Kidnapper: I have your children
Hera: I don’t have children?
Kidnapper: Then who’s the boy who just asked for warm milk and made me cut the crusts off his sandwich—
Hera: Oh Force, you have Ezra.
Kidnapper: —and the girl who headbutted me when I didn’t do it?
Hera: Oh, you have Sabine, too. Okay. Good luck, you’re gonna need it.
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Adenn: I think I'm falling for you.
Barriss: Then get up.
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*Discussing an image of a really hot knife cutting bread*
Ahsoka: Imagine stabbing someone with this knife.
Barriss: It would instantly cauterize the wound, so the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful.
Caleb: if you want information it is
Cal: why would you STAB a person when you can have TOAST?
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Ai-kel: I’m a fool, not an idiot.
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Sabine (age 7): Why would you tell on us?!
Ezra (age 5): I felt guilty.
Sabine: Guilt is a trick emotion. It’s put there by our parents to stop us from doing things that feel good.
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Korkie: I personally don't think it's possible to come up with a crazier plan.
Ahsoka: We could attack them with hummus.
Korkie: I stand corrected.
Ahsoka: Just keeping things in perspective.
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Ahsoka: Hey, Caleb? Can I get some dating advice?
Caleb: Just because I'm with Hera doesn't mean I know how I did it.
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Barriss: What is wrong with you?
Ahsoka: Loaded question. Elaborate.
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Sabine: Ezra and I are no longer friends.
Ezra: SABINE THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE ELOPED!
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Rex: Ahsoka, no.
Ahsoka: Ahsoka, yes.
#for context on the OCs:#Carthage is a stuck-up jerk#Adenn and Skira are pre vizsla's son and daughter and are shockingly well-adjusted but still like to roast each other#and Ai-kel is chaotic stupid#incorrect quotes#tbb omega#cal kestis#kanan jarrus#caleb dume#sabine wren#nightsister merrin#captain rex#ahsoka tano#zeb orrelios#hera syndulla#barriss offee#ezra bridger#korkie kryze#kanera#merrical#sabezra#star wars medieval au
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As a Matter of Fact [Teaser]
reader x jihoon
masterlist | Chapter 1
summary: when you're caught in a simple lie, the best solution? dig in and stick to your guns until everything inevitably goes wrong and everyone gets hurt
or, a serial dater and a pessimist fake a relationship in the vain hope that nothing will go wrong
genre: fluff, angst, non-idol au, lawyer au, coworkers to lovers??? friends to lovers???? fake dating!!!!!
warnings: drinking, food, arguing, refusal to acknowledge feelings, two kisses, whatever is going on with Wonwoo, suggestive jokes (courtesy of Wonwoo)
teaser wc: 1.5k
full wc: 38k (I’m sorry)
a/n: AHHHHHHHH i've been working on this for too long, I'm so happy that i'm finally sharing this with you all!! I'm gonna split the full story into chapters but i'm not entirely sure how many there will - though it's all written (AH), it still needs editing so i will keep y'all updated <3
edit: I’m estimating roughly 10 chapters, hopefully released weekly (first date 2/14!!!)
updates: every tuesday
finally if you would like to know when the first chapter drops, just send an ask <3
If Jihoon was stopped on the street and told to name three facts about you, he could probably do it. He doesn’t know your favorite color, or what you ate for dinner last night, but he knows where you went to school (since it’s been the same school as him since elementary school) and where you work (since it’s the same law firm he works at). He might struggle for a bit for a third fact, but eventually settle for this: you are hopeless when it comes to love.
Unfortunately, Soonyoung isn’t asking three facts about you, he is asking what Jihoon has planned for your anniversary. Jihoon blinks at Soonyoung, standing beside his table.
“My anniversary?”
“Yeah,” he says slowly. “With yn?”
He runs a mental check of any possible thing that Soonyoung could be referring to, then checks his calendar on his phone. Both come up empty.
To be honest, Jihoon would be more surprised if there is something he’s forgetting. Despite knowing you for so long, he’d never call you his friend; at best, you're a coworker.
But the way Soonyoung is looking at him now makes him wonder if he’s forgotten something, and worry that whatever he’s forgotten is important.
“You don’t have anything planned?” Soonyoung says, loud enough for the couple sitting at the table across from Jihoon look up. Soonyoung doesn’t seem to notice. “Dude, it’s been a whole year. I can’t remember the last time yn has had a boyfriend for a full year, you have nothing planned?”
Boyfriend? Jihoon stands up, snapping his laptop shut. “Look, I don’t really know what’s going on, and quite frankly, I don’t have time for it. Tell yn, or whoever is behind this prank that it’s not funny and to grow up.” He leaves Soonyoung standing there frowning, leaving the coffee shop and pulling his satchel over his shoulder.
It’s a short walk from the coffee shop to the firm, and Jihoon uses it to think things through. Here is what he knows: 1) Soonyoung is your best friend since middle school 2) he isn’t the type to lie about this for fun and 3) you have sworn off dating (a fourth fact!). So either A) Soonyoung lied (uncharacteristic) or B) you’ve lied (not out of character for you, you are a divorce lawyer). He figures the second option makes the most sense, though the why still troubles him. He waits for the elevator staring at his distorted reflection that makes face shrink and his ears look comically large.
There’s a small ding and the doors open, a stream of people flowing out that Jihoon politely steps to the side to let through. Thankfully, it’s a much less crowded ride up, only a couple other people, none of whom are going to the firm on the nineteenth floor. Jihoon is able to focus completely on the person he otherwise has spent very little time thinking about: you.
Despite knowing you for so many years, Jihoon really couldn’t say much about you (see above limited list of facts). What he does know is usually filtered by Wonwoo, whose office is next to yours and separated by rather thin walls. Jihoon didn’t expect Wonwoo to be into gossip, especially since he’s known you since law school and actually calls himself your friend, but Jihoon has heard more about your love life than he ever wanted to. That’s why he knows of crucial fact #4: You have sworn off dating.
He knows, from Wonwoo, that after your third boyfriend in as many months, you gave up on ever being able to balance dating and work, tired of having your heart broken over and over again. According to Wonwoo, who allegedly heard this from you on over the phone with your friend (which Jihoon thinks is at the very least an invasion of privacy, but Wonwoo argued you were on a personal call during work hours so it’s free game), you cited your failures in love to your own tendency to “catch feelings too fast” (he isn’t sure if Wonwoo was quoting you or using his own words, but they stuck with him). But, from Wonwoo’s lamenting, he knows that you’ve since sworn off dating, giving up on the pains of failed romance. So why does your best friend think that you’ve been dating him for the past year?
He isn’t thinking when he walks into your office without knocking. You’re on the phone, though you hang up quickly when he walks in. You’re frowning, and he wonders if Soonyoung was on the phone when you hung up. You stand as he pulls the door shut behind him.
“I can explain,” you say, confirming his suspicions. “It’s not what you think.”
“Oh, so you haven’t lied to your friends and told them we’re dating?” Jihoon says, folding his arms.
“It sounds bad when you say it like that,” you mumble.
“It is bad,” he says, shaking his head. “Honestly, you’re lucky I don’t report you to HR. This is borderline harassment, you really should know better.”
“I know,” you say, voice barely above a whisper.
“Seriously, did you think you could get away with it? Soonyoung went to middle school and high school with us, surely you knew this wouldn’t last,” he says. “What were you going to do at a reunion?”
“Well, I didn’t go last year,” you mumble. You leave out neither did you, but when you meet his eyes, he can tell that you aren’t totally beat. Not yet.
“I just thought you were smarter than this,” Jihoon says. “I mean, we don’t know each other well, and I know you never scored as high as I did on tests, but I didn’t think you’d be this stupid.”
“I get it, you think I didn’t think this through,” you say. “I really am sorry, but I don’t have the time to listen to you lecture me for a full hour, so can you at least make it quick?”
Jihoon blinks. “Why?” He says, more statement than question. “Why did you lie?”
You sigh, slumping into your chair. “Long story very short, I had a few too many bad relationships and I decided I wasn’t going to date anymore because apparently I have a tendency to fall in love with brick walls.”
Jihoon figures it’s a bad idea to tell you he already knew that, opting to nod so that you continue to explain.
“The problem is, pretty much none of my friends believed that I would actually be able to keep it up,” you say. “They thought that I’d fall for the first person that gave me an ounce of attention. The thing is, it actually did work. I haven’t been on a date in a year, and I think it’s been really, really good for me. But my friends didn’t believe it.
“So I lied. I told them I started dating someone from work, and I did think it through: I said someone from the firm, since they don’t know anyone, and because my mystery boyfriend is a lawyer, they weren’t surprised when he was busy all the time and couldn’t come to anything. Plus, since it was someone from work, I could say that we had to keep everything quiet because I told them dating wasn’t allowed. Everything was perfect, actually.”
Jihoon can almost see your logic. Almost. “Why me?”
You’re quiet for a long moment, staring at your closed laptop. “They wanted a name, and yours was the first I thought of, and then the lie just sort of took on a life of its own.” You have the audacity to smile. “Did you know that you’ve been in love with me since elementary school?”
Jihoon scoffs. “There’s no way they believed that.”
“You’d be surprised,” you say, smiling fondly. It vanishes when you meet his glare.
More than anything, Jihoon is confused, but the one thing he is sure about is that he doesn’t want anyone walking around thinking he’s dating someone that he isn’t, especially not when that someone is you.
He can’t think of anyone more different than him, and your office is testament to that, filled with all sorts of knick knacks and brightly colored pillows, mugs from around the world strategically spread around your bookshelves, which hold a combination of books on law as well as classic novels and collections of stories. He remembers that before you went to law school, you majored in English. Pride and Prejudice sits in between a copy of War and Peace, with a bright red glass ornament keeping them upright.
He thinks about his own office. His only decorations were at the insistence of Seungkwan and Seungcheol: a plant that Jihoon was actively trying to kill (and starting to suspect is fake), a set of colorful highlighters that he would never use that Seungcheol said “lightened the room,” and a framed photograph of all of his friends at Seungkwan’s graduation. The last piece, a gift from Seungcheol, is the only one he will admit he doesn’t mind having in his office, but he could live without everything. He doesn’t know how you manage to work with so much going on in your office.
But the biggest difference between the two of you, Jihoon realizes, comes from a fundamentally different understanding of the world: while you seem to find love in everything (and everyone), Jihoon simply doesn’t believe it exists.
if you would like to know when the first chapter drops, just send an ask <3
#jihoon x reader#woozi x reader#lee jihoon#woozi#svt woozi#svt jihoon#seventeen#svt#seventeen x reader#svt reader#woozi fluff#woozi angst#lee jihoon fluff#lee jihoon angst#seventeen woozi#seventeen Jihoon
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Hello you lovely people. 💚 I can't believe that there's really 1.5 k of you following me and I feel so honoured and blessed because I got to meet so many wonderful people. Of course, something like that calls for a celebration.
The celebration will run until February 5th 2023 because that's my birthday, and I think that's a good date to stop that. Instead of writing myself, I'm going to give you a list of prompts (SFW, NSFW and scenarios). Just send me an ask telling my which prompt you want to do (you can combine them AND they can be done by multiple people) and which pairing you want to write it for (The Witcher and Stranger Things, any pairing you want). I'll read all of them, reblog them, and compile a list at the end to get them all together. When you post it, please tag me and tag it with #staffis 1.5 k celebration
Among all those who reblog this post and who help spread the word, I will give away five sets (maybe more, we'll see) of stickers, and among those who write for this, I will give away 3 handpainted bags with the Hellfire Club Logo and little Eddie on the other side.
Gonna put the prompts below the cut, because otherwise, it wil probably be way too long. If you have any questions, my askbox is open. This is a way to celebrate, as well as spreading some love for other writers 💚💚
Lyric Prompts
“Every time that we meet I skip a heartbeat.” (Heartbeat - Scouting for Girls)
“I will always be right here to hold your hand.” (The Little Things - Keywest)
“Cause I need you so much, I can’t lose you.” (Hole in My Heart - Luke Friend)
“I’m not perfect, but I keep trying!” (Perfect - Hedley)
“Sometimes you make me a better person, sometimes you bring out the worst.” (Little Too Much - Natasha Beddingfield)
“If you wanna fight, I’ll stand right beside you!” (The Heart Never Lies - McFly)
“You have stolen my heart.” (Stolen - Dashboard Confessional)
“Let’s compare scars, I’ll tell you whose is worse.” (Swing Life Away - Rise Against)
“If I can’t have you right now, I’ll wait dear.” (Patience- Guns n’ Roses)
“I love you till the end of time. Come what may!” (Come What May - Moulin Rouge OST)
“For the person 15-year-old me would be proud to have known.” (Battle Cries - The Amazing Devil)
“Baby, you’re all that I need.” (Bed of Roses - Bon Jovi)
“I know there’s someone out there feeling just like I feel.” (Handwritten - The Gaslight Anthem)
“You’re the only one I see, love, and that’s the one thing that won’t change.” (Never Stop - SafetySuit)
“I love her because she moves in her own way.” (She Moves in Her Own Way - The Kooks)
“Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer.” (Thunder - Boys Like Girls)
“I know it’s late, but I had to get out and… somehow I ended up at your door.”
SFW Prompts
“Of course I came for you. I will always be there for you, no matter what!”
“I’m sorry… I didn’t want you to see me like that.”
“Where does all the blood come from? Are you hurt? Wait… This isn’t your blood!”
“Oh God, what on earth have you done now?”
“I am so in love with you and it hurts like hell that you don’t even notice!”
“I hate to ask this of you, but can you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”
“You have no idea how much I want to choke you right now!” “Ohh kinky.” “Not like that!”
“You know, a hug can be like medicine and make some of the pain go away. Wanna try?”
“Will you please, please just kiss me now?”
“I’ll kick his ass, if you want me to. No problem at all!”
“Is it okay, if we just lie down and watch a movie? I’m not feeling so good.”
“The frosting goes on the cupcakes! You’re not supposed to eat it just like that!”
“I just want to be alone, is that so hard to understand?”
“It breaks my heart to see you like this!”
“Even after everything we’ve been through, I’d still choose you. I will always choose you!”
“Scoot over, I’m gonna get in bed with you. You need some cuddles.”
“It’s alright! It was just a dream, you’re safe here. Tell me all about it so I can fix it, hm?”
“I know it’s not the best, but-” “I love it!”
“I really wish I was enough for you, but that’s never gonna happen.”
“Well then, who do you like?” “Oh, maybe the person I talk to all the time, the person I talk to every fucking day!” “You talk to me every day.” “Yeah…” “Oh!”
NSFW Prompts
“How about you put these lips to work instead of just talking all the time?”
“Will you stop talking, or do I have to make you shut up?”
“Don’t hide from me. Let me see you!”
“I need to feel you… Now!”
“I had a dream about you last night. Woke up hard/wet. Wanna hear about it?”
“Are you gonna be a good girl/boy for me?”
“Care to elaborate why you are going through my drawer and what you’re planning to do with that vibrator?”
“Now, now, don’t play shy now. Let me hear you!”
“You taste like heaven, and I can’t get enough.”
“Stop wiggling around, I’m trying to sleep! Wait… what’s tha… oh!”
“Fuck… just… right there! That feels so good!”
“Feel what you’re doing to me? That’s all because of you!”
“Take off your clothes. Slowly. I want to watch you.”
“I know you said no marks… But what if I put them where nobody except for me will see them?”
“You act all innocent and look so sweet, but I know what a dirty mind you really have.”
“We have to be quiet. If you make a sound, I’ll have to stop!”
“You tell me to stop teasing you, yet you moan all the time.”
“When I tell you to sit on my face, I want you to sit, is that clear?”
“Oh no, don’t stop on my account. I’m really enjoying the view.”
“I don’t like being told what to do, unless I’m naked. So can we move that to the bedroom?”
“Can I watch you?”
Scenarios
A is talking on the phone to someone, while B comes up behind A and successfully distracts A with kisses to the neck, making A end the call early.
Baking together for the first time, which ends with flour and other ingredients where they don’t belong, and lots of laughter.
Lying in each others arms after having sex, while A finally confesses their feelings, and B falls asleep before they can even hear it.
Tracing your fingers over your lover’s freckles or even connecting them with a pen while they are asleep.
Sitting in silence watching the stars, hands inching closer, until they finally interlace their fingers, smiling to themselves.
Giving your crush your scarf and your gloves in cold weather, because you want to keep them warm.
Waking up to your lover pressed against your back, already awake, but they don’t want to get up just yet.
Coming home to find your lover made a pillow fort, ordered pizza and already got a movie set up for you to watch in that fort.
Going to a family wedding with your best friend, who you introduced as you boy-/girlfriend so that your family doesn’t try to set you up with someone - that means you’ll also share a bed for the night.
Coming home to smoke in the kitchen, because your lover wanted to make a cake for you, but is an absolute disaster in the kitchen.
Teaching your crush how to dance, because they want to know the basics for an event, which ends in lots of body contact, beating hearts, and an invitation to be their date for said event.
Being on the phone with your lover and they tell you “I love you” for the first time before hanging up, which makes for a very interesting next meeting.
Being at a loss for words, not able to express how you feel, so you just pull the other one close and kiss them instead. Actions speak louder than words.
Making it through a family dinner or some other event to come home and help each other out of these clothes. Unzipping a dress, unbuttoning a shirt with lots of soft touches and kisses that turn carnal at one point.
You come home drunk from a party, and your partner takes care of you, makes sure you get to bed safe, have enough water, and you tell them that you appreciate it, but there’s this wonderful person, who already has your heart, so you have to behave.
Going for a drive in the middle of the night, because you both can’t sleep, listening to your favourite songs and singing along, trying to be louder than the other one.
Surprising your loved one with recreating your first date, asking them if they remember all of that.
Scars tell the story of where we’ve been, they are a part of us, and you show that to your loved one with kissing all of their scars.
Gonna tag some mutuals who might enjoy this 💚
@thefreakandthehair @indouloureux @magnoliabutters @jadeylovesmarvelxo @sweetpeapod @ethereal27cereal @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @latenitewolves @amzngdevil @luteandsword @tellhound @jesskier @writingmysanity @dancingwiththefae @wren-of-the-woods @flowercrown-bard @kodiakwhiskey @open--till--midnight
#stranger things#eddie munson x reader#steve harrington x reader#steddie#steddie fanfic#stranger things fanfic#stranger things x reader#the witcher#the witcher fanfic#jaskier x reader#geralt x reader#geraskier#yenralt#yenskier#geraskefer#robin buckley x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fluff#steve harrington smut#steve harrington fluff#staffis 1.5 k celebration
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was tagged to answer @callivich's questions by @jrooc and @lingy910y! thank you thank you 🙏 also i got rambly and nsfw please forgive me.
What’s a fic you’ve read more than once?
we drag ourselves hand over hand by jesuisgourde. i read it for the first time pretty recently and i've read it at least five or six times since. there's untagged major character death, okay? there’s uncertainty and hope and grief and anger. it is well written and feels authentic. there’s also sweetness and family and love. it is Fucking Sad. it is painful. but it’s so worth it!
no one needs to know how many times i've read the taming of mickey milkovich by @whatthebodygraspsnot it's between me and god. but if you’re into upset mickey acting out and ian being rough and sweet all at the same time and setting things straight and hot bjs, you should also read it.
and i have only indecent things to say about and i'm your warm receiver by @metalheadmickey FAVE. i think i commented something about secondhand subspace and i am not kidding. it does things to me.
also cooperative gameplay by grayola. i've only read it twice but i'm new here and it's long so it feels like a thing.
What’s a gifset you always have to reblog?
you may have noticed i will always reblog mickey's brown sweater. haters are WRONG. and the 5x10 dugouts scene because bloody kisses are hot and i love fictional violence. and also that scene in the hallway with that fucking purple robe. i can't remember the episode but it’s the scene where ian looks like he's gonna devour mickey and mickey is just having the time of his life.
What’s a headcanon you can’t stop thinking about?
thinking about mickey and the gallaghers all the time.
mickey and carl are besties and they do the dumbest, shadiest shit together. i think they like exploding things and playing with fire and pulling off semi-dangerous pranks. they love to shoot together (ian isn't allowed to come because he's better than they are). they have the same taste in video games and they are insufferably competitive. they're both the biggest softies with animals (the whole cat thing in s1 never happened in this house). actually they're both just huge softies in general. like they're all family oriented but i think lip tried to impose his will cause he thinks he knows best and will try to Teach Lessons. and debbie struggles sometimes because her siblings have been assholes to her at times and i think she might want to reciprocate sometimes. and ian is torn between finally prioritizing himself and mickey sometimes. but i think carl and mickey are just no questions asked generous and showing tf up regardless of how they feel about a situation because that's what family does. and also they are chaos uncles and don't even try to hide it. they're giving the kids sweets at all hours and toy guns and encouraging rough play. when the kids are teens they're the ones giving them their first beers and telling them they're overpaying for weed. they're gonna be on speeddial to pick them up from parties and the police station. i also think that when carl leaves policing (because just no) and ian finds what makes him happy, carl joins mickey in security.
mickey and debbie are legit close friends. mickey doesn't like to talk to mandy about his relationship b/c she always takes ian's side or makes assumptions about mickey because of their past. but debbie is a great sounding board and i think mickey is good for her too. they're honest with each other in a very matter-of-fact way. mickey appreciates having someone besides ian really consider him. debbie likes being treated like a capable adult. and mickey respects her and takes an interest in her job. and they both feel strongly about self-advocating, ie not taking any shit. whatever weirdness the gallaghers had about debbie's sexuality mickey DOES NOT. i think they go out to gay bars together sans ian and have beers. and mickey will tease debbie about her taste in women but also be her wingman. he’s surprisingly good at it and can actually pick out good matches for her. they tag team planning family events and eventually rope in tammi. they make the holidays so nice and fun and start new traditions.
What’s a fanart you love looking at?
literally anything from @darthvaders-wife. i went to patreon for her uncensored kinktober stuff but her notting hill comic is so good i cry. also really enjoying @gallavichonly's style esp their mickey. the energy is just perfect! and i think about @harukanaaaa's baby ian often. he's so precious.
What’s something you’ve discovered since entering this fandom? A new trope you love? A different analysis of the show? Something else?
🐙. shameless gave me so many Disappointments and Sorrows that it's taken my fandom consumption to new lows. in a good way! gallavich's canon development is so goddamn tragic that fic writers can put them in any hurt/comfort/sick/angsty/death situation and i will enjoy it and ask for more.
What’s an underrated trope or concept you’d like to see more of? mickey's floopy hair and million layers and cutoff shirts and his whole Deal immediately read so queer to me. it may just be me. i want his aesthetic. anyway i love gnc/trans mickey. also aging, hairier, and/or chubby husbands. i love cam's abs and noel's tiny waist as much as the next guy but sometimes i want ian and mickey's bodies to be as soft as their hearts. they're so horny for each other i just think they'd both be into there being more flesh to grab and bite. and i want graying hair and wrinkles and glasses and sex that's maybe less acrobatic but just gets nastier and more intimate. also i need ian 'i love smells' gallagher to drag his face through mickey's sweaty armpits more often and give mickey chest hair cause ian loves rubbing against that too. and i want mickey pulling on ian's beard and playing with his leg hair. idk i'm just thinking about their soft bellies and sweat-matted happy trails rubbing together. look i'm a little worked up about them and perpetually horny. someone should stop me because i am embarrassing!! also we need more fisting. as much as we love ian's hands, mickey loves them more and he is not scared. put one inside him.
What’s a plot hole you wish had been answered or resolved?
why didn't we get them dealing with 3x06? what happened to yevgeny? was he mickey's or not? and regardless, how did mickey and ian deal with losing him?
why'd they do svet so dirty? she just wanted stability and family and honestly i think svet+gallavich and svet+kev and v were both promising dynamics.
hated the way they wrote fiona out. and then never mentioned her?
i wanted more gallagher siblings screen time and i specifically mean ian, debbie, carl, and liam.
i still don't understand what happened with the house. carl's money paid for it but in fiona's name. then she gave it to debbie? lip couldn't have sold it no matter who sided with him so what was the point of that storyline? also s10-11 were all over the place tonally.
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Could you do a Rebecca x female reader pls?
Rebecca w/ a fem s/o
chars. rebecca
w⚠️. fem!reader, cuteness, guns
genre. fluff, headcanon
wc. 470+
note. i'm back. i'm gonna attempt to try and finish what other requests I have hopefully. Also, apologies about the way I write in this, it seems have change eheh..
Absolutely adores you.
Is super clingy and basically around you 24/7. She's always curious about what you're doing sometimes too. Never lets you do anything by yourself. Unless you tell her to stop ofc. It's not because she constantly wants to be around you (it kinda is), but she's also worried about you. She knows what can happen in NC and would hate for you to become another statistic.
I'm sure if you at least reassured her every now and then and contact her if you're away, she'll probably lay off a little bit. I'd say it's more of a phase thing. If something happens when your close, she goes back to being protective of you, then you talk to her about it and rinse and repeat.
If you're a fellow edgerunner though, I think it'd decrease a good 15%.
Dates are quite the must. Especially movie nights. I don't think she'd be the kind to say no to dining out (usually at fast food chains) or anything like that.
Of course, it's not only Rebecca that you'll be around most of the time, it's also most likely gonna be Pilar too.
I'm sure if you complain about his attitude or anything to Rebecca, she'll put him in line. Probably with a gun (Threatening ofc, not killing him).
She's a very playful person don't be surprised if she randomly pokes you, yells tag, and runs off.
Or maybe even a game of hide and seek here and there. She gets into the most difficult spots due to her small stature. It's very surprising what she can fit into sometimes.
Definitely steals your clothes. She always looks tiny in them, and it really is too cute.
She's quite the jealous person. Make sure you don't give someone else a bit too much attention, she may or may not give you 10 minutes of silent treatment if she feels you've "ignored her" for a bit too long.
It's obviously not gonna last too long since she struggles to even go a second without any of your attention.
When your safety is threatened, she can get fairly serious (but in a way still her crazy self). It's almost scary.
Will go to the ends of the earth to make sure you're protected as it shows above.
Loves gifts plenty. Whether it's receiving or giving. Anything you give her, she cherishes a lot and would get super upset if it ever got lost or broken. Anything she gives you, (is most likely stolen) are quite expensive things, you tend to take extra care to make sure nothing happens.
Probably has a habit of touching you in affectionate ways, either by playing with your clothes, hair, or ears.
She also kisses you. Like. A lot. Almost impossible to go a full day without getting kissed by her somehow.
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Think I'll Make It That Long?
a repost of my ghostsoap fic from ao3 because i finally made a tumblr yayyy
!!!MDNI!!!
Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" MacTavish
tags: Major Character Death, Suicidal Ideation, fix-it (sort of), character death fix, heavy angst, Ghost is going through it, first person POV (Simon's), grieving
"Johnny!"
The only word I could get from my throat to my mouth as I crouched over him.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You can't die like this. Not like this.
I pressed my fingers to his neck, searching for a pulse.
Nothing.
It's just my gloves. My gloves are thick. Can't feel it through my damn gloves. He's still here. He's still here.
"Captain, the bomb!"
"How do we stop it?"
I can hardly hear Gaz and Price's shouts. This cannot be happening.
Price says something about a red wire. Says his name.
I rip off my glove. Press my fingers to Johnny's neck again.
Faint little pumps of blood beneath my fingertips. Blood that's gushing from the wound on the side of his head. That drips through his hair. His stupid fucking haircut.
I cradle his head his my free hand, palm to the wound. No exit.
Johnny's eyes are open. Pupils contracted in his baby blues.
"You're gonna be okay, Johnny," I breathe. I can't trust the volume of my voice. I only know its a whisper from the way it feels coming from my mouth.
He stares up at me. Those fucking eyes. Eyes that lit up when I told him I loved him.
Fuck. I should've said that more.
Stay with me, Johnny. C'mon you beautiful bastard. People have survived bullets to the head. So can he.
So focused on his eyes I didn't even notice his pulse was gone. Only noticing when his eyes lose that light.
I want to scream. I want to vomit. I want to kill Makarov over and over again.
I set him down. I set my Johnny down.
"Disarmed," A beat, "Disarmed. We're clear," Rasps Gaz.
I look up. Lock eyes with Price.
They both stare back at me.
My breath is so loud beneath my mask. It's hot under here. The tears in my eyes hotter.
The last thing he saw was me. It was me.
I tell myself this. I know its a lie. He died immediately. From that fucking gun. From that rat bastard Makarov.
I look back down at him. Price calls it in.
"Threat neutralized. Bomb is safe. One KIA."
We all stare out our fallen comrade. His eyes are still open.
My hands are shaking. One of my gloves stained with his blood. I use my clean, ungloved hand to close his eyes.
God, if you're real, please for the love of yourself... let those eyes open again. Let him look up at me. Let him say 'Just a scratch L.T. Really had ya worried there, didn' I?' Let him wake up.
Of course, they don't open. They'll never open again.
My Johnny is gone.
I take off my mask. I should've done it before he was-
I cradle his head head again, covering that damned wound. I lean down to press my lips to his forehead. He's still warm. I can pretend he's just asleep. That I'm kissing him goodnight - like I do every night.
"Night, Johnny." I love you.
---
Price had to hold me back when they zip his body up in that white bag. They wouldn't let me carry him. Wouldn't let me hold him. Wouldn't let me say goodbye for the thousandth time. I kept repeating it. Going back to him while we waited for mortuary affairs to come for him.
I managed to snatch the patch off of his vest. Reads "Soap".
The ride back to base is silent.
Normally, Johnny'd be cracking jokes with me and Gaz. Always shifting the tone after missions. Relieving our stress.
We sat in the common room for a good thirty minutes. Agonizing silence. The sound of breathing and clearing throats. The occasional sniffle.
I'd put my mask back on. Kept the glove on too. The one with his blood on it.
I couldn't stand the silence no more so I stood my sorry ass up and walked to my room on base. Shut the door. Lean against it.
I'm silent for a few moments. My eyes burning and my throat closing up.
I glance over at my bed. For a moment I swear I see him there. I blink and he's gone.
He's gone.
Before I know it I've punched the wall.
And I punch it again.
And I punch it again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
"God!" I shout through gritted teeth, ripping off my mask. I throw it at the wall and slam my fist against it again.
I take the glove off and the patch from my pocket. I hold them to my chest as I sink down to the floor.
"FUCK!" I slam my forehead down onto the tiled floor.
If he could see me now he'd say something along the lines of "Bleedin' Jesus. Doon' go crackin' yer head open on the damn floor, ya muppet. Come 'ere an' gimme a cuddle, will a, L.T?"
Now I'm stuck cuddling a damned glove and patch. All I have of him.
A soft knock at the door causes me to peel myself off of the ground. I kiss the patch and glove before placing them on my bed, covering them with the blanket.
I'll be right back, Johnny. Just gotta take care of this thing real quick, alright?
I open the door, met with the glorious beard of Captain John Price.
"Simon..." His voice rings out. Soft and fatherly. Something I'm not used to.
"He's gone." All I can manage before crumbling into Price's arms, "He's fuckin' gone."
He catches me. Arms wrapped around me like I'm a big fucking baby. His hands pet my hair like my mum would when I was young.
"I know. I know..." Price murmurs. I can tell he's holding back tears himself.
I sob for minutes. Inconsolable.
"It's all my fuckin' fault. I should've been there!" My fist clenches. I try to punch but all I manage is a weak brush of my knuckles against the doorway.
"It's nobody's fault but Makarov's. You know that."
"I should've been there! If I got there a second earlier-"
"Then it could've been more painful for him," Price cradles my head and presses his face into my hair, "It was instant. Felt no pain."
I hold onto Price harder. If I let go I'll truly fall apart. My clenched fist hits his chest just as weakly as it hit the doorframe.
My head comes to rest on Price's shoulder. My nose drips with snot. The corners of my mouth fill with saliva, no doubt dripping onto Price's shirt will each of my aching sobs.
"He could've lived," Words trembling, tumbling out of my mouth.
"And you could've died instead."
I sniffle. "I wish I did."
I let go of Price, wiping my face. I can't even look at the man.
"...I like you better alive."
---
Something so eerily similar to something I said to Johnny a few years back. After Graves had betrayed us, taken Alejandro hostage.
We were by ourselves. All alone. Separated. Only joined together by comms.
Johnny was injured. I was scared out of my mind. Scared for myself, of course. But scared for him too.
It was around that time I'd started falling for him. Around the time I started accepting it, at least.
I kept telling Soap jokes. Trying to calm our nerves. I know he needed it. I needed it too.
Making our way through a town crawling with Shadows.
He said something about the rain.
"Rain's good. It'll cover your tracks."
"Covers theirs too..."
"Let's worry about you, Johnny."
"So you do like me?"
The way he said it. Flirting with me, no doubt. The bastard.
"I like you alive..." The closest I could get to saying those three fucking words at that time. Words I didn't say enough.
---
I glance up at Price.
"I'm fine, old man," I say, lying through my teeth.
"I know you're not, Simon. None of us are."
"Yeah? Then why'd you all just stand there like bloody idiots! Why didn't you let Soap kill Makarov four fuckin' years ago!"
I'm seething. Practically growling like a dog.
"If it weren't for you... Johnny'd be here. He'd be home," My voice cracks, "He'd be with me..."
I turn my head back away, hiding my face in my arm. Pretend its the crook of Johnny's neck. Take a deep breath.
"I know, Simon. I should've... I shouldn't've stopped him," He puts his hand on my shoulder, how I imagine a father would act, "That'll be the biggest regret of my life. Know that."
He squeezes my shoulder before he drops his hand and walks away. His boots down the hallway.
And I am utterly alone again.
---
I can't sleep.
Don't think I'll ever get good sleep again. Not with him gone.
I've got the damned glove and patch cradled in my hands again. Something to hold onto. It's not warm like him. Not soft. Doesn't smell good. Smells like rust and gunpowder.
Laying alone in my bed. I almost can't believe I used to do this every night.
Thirty more minutes of tossing and turning before I haul my ass out of bed. I walk myself to the door and open it. Glove and patch still in hand. I walk down the empty hallway. God knows what time it is - if the bastard exists.
The cold tile under my bare feet centers me in reality. In the real world. Not fantasy. Not the world I'm building in my head. Where Soap'll catch me up after curfew... scold me... guide me back to bed and hold me.
The tile reminds me of where Johnny is right now. A morgue. His body in a freezer. Cold. Ice fucking cold.
I stop in my tracks to hold back the sob that's creeping up my throat. Squeeze the glove and patch tighter.
I glance up at the ceiling and sigh. Cold air drifts into my lungs. Filling them.
I want to hold my breath until it's gone. Morbid thought, I know.
I've had those thoughts a lot. Johnny didn't like that. Didn't like what my head told me to do to myself. He'd kiss every one of those thoughts away. I thought he'd chased them off for good. Guess my ward of protection went with him.
A shaky exhale as I turn back towards my room.
I catch a name on the wall.
'Sgt. John "Soap" MacTavish'
Fucking 'course.
A sound escapes from my throat. Half chuckle, half sob.
Of course I'm in front of his room.
I step towards it. Reach out my hand to trance my finger along the engraving on the shiny metal nameplate.
"I always end up findin' my way back to you, don' I?" I whisper.
I grab my handle and turn the knob. Unlocked - like always. I step into the room and shut the door behind me.
Flick on the light. His bed's unmade. 'Why make it when I'll just get in it and ruin it again?' He always said. It's like it's waiting for him to come home.
"He's not comin' home," I say to the bed, like it's a fuckin' dog or something. Either way it doesn't understand.
I climb into it and I'm instantly hit with the smell of him. I hug the pillow, tucking the glove and patch beneath it. I pull the blanket over me and the pillow, tucking it in.
"G'night, Johnny. I love you. Get some rest."
---
A week later we spread his ashes. Sunrise in the beautiful Scottish Highlands.
Johnny always said he'd take me here. Never thought it would be to say goodbye.
Price, Gaz, and I sit in the car on the way back. Silence. Just like on the way there.
I haven't spoken more than a few words to anybody but myself in the past week. I intend to keep it that way.
Not all of Johnny blew away in the wind, though.
I stole a bit of him when transferring his ashes into the urn. Good on Price for letting me do that.
Underneath my jacket, on a chain lies one of his dog tags and a little, silver charm. Rests directly above my heart.
Right where he belongs.
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AN: while re-reading this i started crying. don't know if that's good or bad because i was blubbering when i wrote the damn thing (right after mwiii (reboot) came out). anyways, i hope y'all enjoyed!! or cried!! whichever works
#tw death#tw suicidal ideation#call of duty#call of duty mw2#cod mw2#ghost cod#john soap mactavish#ghostsoap#soapghost#ghost x soap#simon ghost riley#johnny soap mactavish#call of duty fanfic
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