#I can take them at the same time don’t you worry

[cheyisagirlkisser]

Your writing is mwah 💕 if you ever want, can you do a spoiled bratty femme who's possessive (for example: gripping abby's chin, leaving kiss marks, hickeys, sitting on abby's lap etc), mouthy, playful x possessive!dom!abby too? it starts sfw (with a light 'fight/argument' between them being both jealous and then turn into nsfw? ilyyyy 🫶🏼✨

also abby is too fuckin hot to handle ah...i need her carnally

content: 18+ content, possessive bratty reader/possessive dom abby (toxic duo), fem reader, hickies, nail scratches, and lipstick stains left on each other, mentions of possessive behavior at parties and during sex, reader likes to stalk abby's socials, ellie cameo (she is a friend of reader who abby is jealous of), argument and insults leading to rough sex, grinding, manhandling, clit stim & fingering (r! receiving), groping (tits and ass), strap-on sex, petnames (princess, 'abs')

word count: 2.7k

You don’t enjoy getting jealous, but it can’t be helped at times. Especially not the times when you are harmlessly stalking Instagram comments left on Abby's posts and see girls flirting with her in them. Not that she’d ever entertain it, of course. It's the fact that the comments are there is what gets you irrationally mad. You wonder if she has read them. You wish she would just take them down instead of leaving them up for your own humiliation, for others to see the way cherryvalentine_90 spams filthy things under your girlfriend's gym pictures.

Simply sitting on your couch, adorned in baggy pajamas and humble mismatched underwear, you spend your time sabotaging by taking deep dives through Abby's instagram. You eventually reach the bottom of her page, but not before you end up bitter. Reruns of an old tv show are only existing in the background now, leaving a tense feeling throughout the room that poor Abby is unaware of in her own house, probably thinking sweet thoughts of her pretty girl. 

You nearly drop your phone when Abby randomly calls you. Your brain goes through a small, impulsive thought process. You hit the red circle, and go back to doom scrolling. Your instagram reels are all shitty regurgitated tiktoks and you’ve never even cared to watch them before, but you’re hardly paying attention now anyways. You know Abby is going to worry. She will call again and text until she inevitably knocks on the door, and then the familiar cycle will pan out.

You don’t mean to be jealous. 

It’s rare in the past that you cared this much about trivial matters involving your partner. With Abby though? Things are entirely different. You feel the need to always kiss and love on her when you’re in public and other girls are staring, like at a party last week when she had her hands spread out around your waist the entire time as you sat on her lap to keep other girls from even looking at her. The constant need to remind her that she is yours lives within you, and it isn't a subtle one, either. But is it really so bad to cover your girlfriend's lovely tits in a hickey or two? Is it really the worst if you stalk her instagram, and often find yourself cupping her face while you look so intensely at her pouty lips, smashing yours onto them to imprint your own name into them through kisses?

Abby isn't a saint, either. Often will you feel her lips ghost over your neck, leaving dark purple marks and whispering to allege that you’re hers and nobody else’s. Reminding you that not another soul gets to touch you or fuck you, and not a single person in this party will be leaving with you but her. At the same time, Abby loves to make fun of you for getting jealous while she feels the same bouts of possessiveness. The only difference is, she is subtle and quiet about it. You don’t hesitate to make a scene over another girl even glancing Abby’s way.

You can’t be too surprised by the terse knock on your front door. You stand up, heading to the door with attitude-filled defenses prepared. 

You open the door to an Abby with her arms crossed, in a tank top that makes you want to pull her in and forget all about the grievances (of absolutely nothing), but you are unfortunately too much of a brat for that. 

“What did I do this time?” Abby asks, already sounding utterly exasperated. 

“Nothing you did, of course. I just don’t appreciate it when you don’t delete the countless comments other women leave on your posts. You must like the attention.” You state in a fake nonchalant tone, though you’re far from anything calm. Abby knows this, too.

Abby scoffs at you, but almost seems amused at your reasoning for acting out. “Seriously? You know I don’t check my comments like you do, babe. I don’t even entertain that shit, and neither should you.” 

“Oh, but when my friend Ellie commented on my post, you told me to delete it.” You argue back. 

“That was because I felt like Ellie was into you!” Abby retorts, getting more defensive now. She walks right past you and into your home, sighing. “You always get way too in your head, babe. I’ll delete the comments if they make you that upset, but I’m not putting up with the attitude.” 

You feel a little childish now, standing in front of her after a major meltdown. Still, you can’t help but push. “Yeah, well Ellie would have deleted them months ago.” 

Abby’s intentions quickly change from “we can work this out” to crazy, possessive thoughts of just fucking the name Ellie out of your system. She wants to make you forget Ellie even exists. So, she does what she probably shouldn’t do on impulse. She steps forward, entering into your space. 

“You really think Ellie is better than me?” She asks, voice low and almost dangerous. When you don’t reply, suddenly obedient, she instead finds it disrespectful. Abby leans in closer, lips nearly brushing against yours. The tension heightens by multiple levels. “If you really want Ellie so much, be my guest. But don’t come crawling back the next day begging me to fuck you when she can’t get you off. If you want me, I’ll fuck you right there on your couch, no bratty attention needed.” 

Her words send a wave of butterflies through your lower stomach and make your cheeks hot with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. You still can’t find your voice, tongue-tied by how quickly she shut you down. Words aren’t needed, anyway. In only seconds, your lips are on hers, your arms are wrapping around the back of her neck to allow for you to mold your body against hers. She kisses you back with equal intensity, a kiss that isn’t as sweet and tender as the previous, but instead a result of two very jealous people. 

Her hands slide down to cup your ass through your pajamas, earning herself a soft, desperate whine that she can swallow from your lips. Her tongue flicks at yours before just opting to suck on it, loving how you react to every little thing she does. 

Kisses grow more and more frenzied until Abby has enough of the touchy-feely. Her hands find your legs, hitching them up to wrap around her waist, and pick you up. You let out a surprised squeak, but don’t complain, and certainly don’t break the kiss. You crash down onto the couch in a heap, entangled, with hands roaming all over each other’s bodies. 

You are both possessive and desperate. Abby’s hands massage your hips and trail up to grope your tits through the thin fabric of your tank top, her lips nibbling on your bottom one. Your pink acrylic nails are digging into her back, scratching it up so that anyone who sees it knows she belongs to you. 

“Fuckin’ brat,” Abby says against your lips before attacking your neck. You moan, tilting your head back for more and tugging at her blonde braid, nearly yanking it when she sinks her teeth into your soft skin. She groans, leaning up above you to grab your wrists and pin them to your sides. She looks down at you with red, freckled cheeks. “Tell me what you need, princess.” 

You try to buck your hips to show her, but she tuts, firmly pressing her hips down to keep you from moving. “With words, princess. Tell me what you want, or I’ll just bend you over my knee and have my way with your ass before I fuck you.” 

You swallow at the threat. Part of you wants it, but another is too impatient. “I want you to fuck me right now.” You don’t plead your words nor grow shy on her yet, but you typically never do. No, with Abby you grow incoherent for different reasons. The dumber you grow dumber the more the evokes desperation within you, not shyer. 

Abby smiles, a hint of pride within the expression. She flips you onto her lap, your legs on each side of her waist. You don’t hesitate to grind on her lap, trying to feel friction. Along with that, you suddenly feel something in her pants. You pause, and she scoffs playfully. “What? I know you, baby. I knew how this little visit was gonna end.” She simply says, guiding your hips to move against it, making you breathless. 

“W-Well, I wasn’t exactly thinking about that.” You reply back defensively, leaning down to bury your face in her neck. You purposely suck hickies all over the expanse of skin until she pries your mouth off of her like a kitten being held up by its scruff, dragging your face to hers. 

Abby kisses you to distract you from her hand dipping into the waistband of your pajama pants. When you suddenly feel two fingers teasing your clit through your panties, you jolt and let out a shaky moan into her mouth. Abby teases, rubbing circles over the slightly swollen bud. When she trails her fingers down just an inch, all she can feel is wetness. Your panties stick to your pussy, and Abby can only imagine the lewd imprint of your folds against the fabric. 

She pulls away from your lips, but not too far. “You want me to fuck you? Wanna ride my fingers, get yourself ready to be split open?” You eagerly nod against her forehead, but she only cups your pussy. “Words, princess. Say you want me to fuck you.” 

“I want you to fuck me, abs. Please.” You plead the words, hips moving against her hand to find friction. Abby is too impatient to tease you any longer, yanking your pajamas down along with your panties and sliding her fingers through your folds. You wantonly moan, stabilizing yourself by placing your palms flat on her chest so you can grind your clit against her fingers. 

Soon, you feel two fingers dip into your pussy, opening your hole up and prepping it for her cock with scissoring motions. You just helplessly take it, letting out short pants as she fucks you open. You could cum so quickly with just this, and she isn’t even trying to feel for your g-spot. 

“Who does this pussy belong to?” She asks demandingly. You gasp when she reaches down to give your clit a soft tug, rolling it between her fingers and relishing in the way you try to squirm away as if it’s too much. 

“It belongs, fuck!, it belongs to you, Abby. I’m so wet for you, abs..” You assure her, shamelessly desperate. Abby seems pleased by this answer, letting her fingers grow soaked with your juices that drip down her wrist until she flips you onto your back, making haste with unzipping her pants and taking out her cock, grasping it in her hand. You make a confused sound, reeling with her manhandling. 

“Belongs to me. Not Ellie, not some random bitch from a party, no. Just me.” She affirms this statement by letting the tip of the strap catch on your clit, pressing it upward teasingly. But her voice isn’t teasing–rather a dark, possessive tone she only uses when you have her riled up. 

Abby’s jealousy runs just as deeply as yours does, if not more. The only difference is time management. The when. When Abby isn’t in the most dominant mood and the both of you are simply making out, she will happily let you smother her skin in your lipstick stains, knowing you’re going through some possessive fit over her. She isn’t intending to go sing your name in the streets covered in red lipstick stains, but she doesn’t complain when you post pictures of the incident on your story for other people to understand that Abby is yours. 

Abby, however, doesn’t need to post the way your pussy wraps around the girth of her strap. She doesn’t tend to be as publicly explicit. But, when you rile her up, you receive what you ask for. You cannot count on your fingers the times that Abby has had you crying with the raw feeling of overstimulation because you pushed her so far with the bratty act, neither can you recall the instances of being denied orgasm after orgasm for even mentioning another woman’s name. 

So, you can’t be surprised when Abby’s girthy strap abruptly finds its way into your pussy, stretching you out, forcing more in inch by beautiful inch. You can’t be surprised by the way she forces your legs around her hips, that way she can feel connected and entangled to every inch of you. She wants you to feel her from the tips of your toes to the hairs on your head. 

Abby’s hips draw back, leaving just the artificial tip in you. Then she slams forward, burying herself to the hilt inside you. You cry out, but to no avail. 

“Bet Ellie wouldn’t fuck you like this. She couldn’t even make you cum once.” She spits, and the bitter tones in her words make your pussy wetter, easier for her to slide in and out of. She finds your clit with her fingers, harshly rubbing it but with a level of skill that leaves you already unable to take it despite not even cumming yet.

“S-So much, fuck!” You cry when you can feel her stroke your cushy insides, just where your sweet, vulnerable spot lay hidden. Her hands rest on both sides of your head, holding herself up. She starts fucking you at a relentless pace, slamming back and then into you to make your that gooey spot deep within you feel it. Nobody else gets to have you like this, and nobody gets fucked by Abby like you get to be.

“Ellie couldn’t handle you, not with the way you’re clenching around me.” Abby laughs, and she swears she can see the outline of her dick in your lower stomach when she glances down. She is in a trance watching the satisfying way the unnaturally colored dick simply gets swallowed up by your pussy. You have to glance down to see what all the fuss is about. 

Abby looks back up, leaning down to leave kisses on your collarbone. “None of those girls on instagram get fucked like this. Only mine.” 

"Abby, please. Need to cum for you, please..” You mumble in her ear, scratching up her back with your nails just to hear her breath hitch for you. Your words grow more incoherent, and you can only hope that she can understand you and give you what you're craving.

“Cum for me, princess. I wanna feel you make a mess on this couch.” Abby tells you, picking up the pace with her strokes. It only takes Abby’s possessive remarks of “mine” muttered repeatedly in your ear to get you to the finish line. You cum around the toy, walls pulsing rhythmically. 

“Fuckkk,” Abby curses when your orgasm triggers her down, and you can feel her cum dripping onto your own pussy through the harness. She buries herself as deeply inside of you as she can, and you just feel her grind into you, trying to feel more and more sensations on her clit. Abby rides out the orgasm until you feel her come back down to Earth, breathless and sweaty. Your legs squeeze around her hips, and she soon lays on top of you like a weighted blanket. 

The silence that follows the intense sex is peaceful, Abby’s weight comforting, and your hands roaming over her biceps and back in a soothing manner calming her down back to Earth. Both of you simply bask in the aftermath of the chaos, and now the old-timey show in the background is rather comforting, not as tense. 

“Next time I do something stupid that you don’t like, just tell me please.” Abby mumbles in your ear, tone softer than previously. 

“I’m sorry for freaking out, I promise.” You say, kissing her cheek. 

Abby shakes her head, nuzzling into your neck. “I don’t mind your brattiness. Just tell me forreal, though. Don’t ignore my calls.” 

You nod, squeezing her tightly. Don’t ignore calls, got it. But that doesn’t mean you can’t have an attitude over said phone call..

[horror-sapphic]

ON CAMERA | CAITLYN KIRAMMAN

Summary: G!p Caitlyn Kirammen fucks reader in the throat and ass and records it!

wc;2.7k

C.k cum leaking out of you (visual)

throat fucking. anal. spitting. anal fingering(reader and cait). butt plug. Caitlyn cums in reader’s ass. Dom Caitlyn. (Slight) Gaping mentioned. Squirting. The word "raping” is used multiple times (everything is consensual). Caitlyn keep her cum in you with a plug. Pure filth

“Show them how good you are at sucking my cock” she spits, literally. Spitting a string of clear thick liquid landing right on your chin, mixing with the pre cum already slicking the bottom half of your face.

Caitlyn pushes the camera closer to your mouth for an up close view of you slowly taking her cock in your mouth while on your knees, your eyes low lidded and watery from her raping your throat for the past hour. The flash from the camera is a bit blinding but Caitlyn doesn’t care, she smiles behind the camera as she grabs the back of your head to slam her cock down your throat.

“I said suck” she demanded, and you obeyed, bobbing your head up and down on her thick shaft. The sound of you slightly gagging every few seconds driving her crazy. “Hmm fuck – fucking swallow me slut” she moaned, pushing your hair out of your face to be seen better. She looks at what she’s recording for a second to take in the view of a your sloppy fucked out face, the view of your now puffy lips repeatedly meeting the base of her cock. A small amount of drool makes its way there from your mouth, as she drinks in the sight of your eyes slightly going wide every time she makes her way down your throat again and again.

“Mhmm” you moan around her at the feeling of her stuffing your throat, you feel so dirty. Having your throat fucked on camera like this, the image of her fucking you to this video later fills every corner of your mind. You love how rough she’s being tonight, completely controlling of what you can and can’t do. You wouldn’t dare try and be bratty and defy her. No, not tonight at least.

She holds your head still to pull her cock out your mouth as she walks away from you, still filming. To position you with your back against the bed, while you’re still on your knees. You put your arms behind your back, already knowing what’s to come. Your juicy pussy leaking down your legs catching Cait’s attention. “Look how wet you are baby” she fake teases, she knows exactly what she’s doing to you. She bends down to show her fingers teasing and slipping through the slick folds of your needy cunt on camera.

Removing her fingers so she can make you taste yourself,running her wet fingers on your warm tongue. Watching you close your mouth around them so you can suck,  “fucking greedy, look at you. Gonna fucking ruin this slutty mouth, don’t you worry” she ruts out. You nod with eagerness, easing your head back on the edge of the bed so she can do what she needs to. Caitlyn places the camera on the bedside table for a better view of the both of you before spreading her legs out on either side of your kneeling body, positioning herself right in front of your face. You open your mouth as she lays her cock on your tongue for the 4th time tonight, her sensitive tip already twitching with anticipation. She leans forwards on her elbows and begins to ram herself down your throat. Barely allowing you to breathe, fucking your throat so rough and raw, your mouth begins to form foamy amounts of drool and saliva around her cock adding more natural lubricants. 

You can’t wait for her to fuck your other holes like this tonight.

“Oh fuck baby, fucking take it. Fuuuuck” she cries out, burying her face in the covers. “You’re doing so good baby” she whines, her praise going straight to your already aching pussy.  The sound of your throat being whored out begins to fill the room along with Caitlyn’s loud moans, as your breathing becomes thicker while you struggle to take her and breathe at the same time. Her huge cock is splitting your throat, the very image of what this must look like making you want to play with yourself. But you wouldn’t dare. The “gurgling” and gagging sounds fills the warm room as you begin to find a rhythm to her thrusts, hollowing your cheeks to add more suction. 

Caitlyn's back is slick with sweat. Showing how much she’s working out your little fuck hole. “Fuck with my ass while I fuck you like this” she mutters, you bring your hands from behind your back to get your fingers wet by playing with yourself pussy before sliding your hands to her ass and slipping a finger in, thrusting your middle finger in and out of her tight hole while her balls repeatedly slap your slimy chin.

“Ughhh fuck baby, you’re doing soooo good” her thrusts speed up becoming sloppy, “More- mhmm more” you oblige, slipping in another finger beside your middle, speeding up your motions after feeling her become looser around your fingers. You lose concentration for a moment, slipping up and gagging around her. You feel her twitch in your mouth. “That’s it, fucking gag on it” she spits,“fuck.ing.gag.on.it ughhhh” she cries out, matching her thrusts to her words. 

“Mhmm mhmm fu fuck, I’m close. Fu- you better take it all. Don’t waste a drop”, you speed your fingers up, the soft squelching sound of her ass being fucked on your fingers makes your ass clench around the warm metal in your asshole. You can feel the slight stretch of your ass from the size of it that Caitlyn picked out. She wanted to make sure she would fit without hurting you, she’s fucked you in your ass before but it’s been a while. Your thighs now soaked with your own arousal. Caitlyn ruts her hips a few more times before shooting her warm load, filling your mouth. “Mhmm” you quietly moan around her, Caitlyn asshole gives your finger a long squeeze before spasming around it, signaling for you to slip out.

“So good for me” she praises you in a whisper before lifting herself off her elbows and pulling out to allow you to swallow her, she leans over to pick back up the camera to angle it above you to get an up close shot of you taking all of her cum.

“Cum whore” she spits down at you again, landing on the top of your lip. “Clean this up” she yells, referring to the trail of spit covering the base of her cock. You begin to lap up the juices, sucking and drinking it back up.

—

“Let’s get this out of here” Caitlyn instructs, referring to the red heart shaped butt plug she had lodged inside your ass from earlier. You’re on all fours on the bed between her spread legs, so she can see everything. Like how slick your eager pussy is, she spreads your folds a bit to get her fingers wet. Circling and teasing your drenched cunthole but never slipping in, you push your face down into the mattress due to your girlfriend’s never ending teasing. You slowly rock up and down on her fingers that are currently slipping over your clit ever so softly, “Look at how needy she is” posing the camera right in front of your pussy. You speed up your rocking, the slick sounds of your wet cunt being picked up on camera. 

Caitlyn pulls her fingers away to slowly pull the plug from your hole, “fucuuk” you sigh, the feeling of it slowly leaving your ass making you feel empty. Her fingers trace the ring of your ass that is slightly gaped from the plug, you can feel the warm flash from the camera on your ass making you shake it just for show. “Let’s make sure you’re ready for me k”, you nod as she slips two fingers straight in your ass to try and loosen it up more.

 “Mhmm fuck Cait” you moan, your mouth hanging slightly open as hum out from pleasure. She takes her fingers out to grab you by your hips so her face can be closer to your ass to add her own, natural lube. She spits on your asshole urging you push your face down in the bed giving her easier access to fuck your hole with three fingers. Not holding back, with the camera focused back on your ass as her fingers slip in and out of you with ease. Your breath hitches as they basically pound into you, your ass cheeks rippling from the force of her fingers. “Fuck- mhm-  more… I need your cock baby… please” you plead, desperately needing to be filled. “I bet you do baby” and with that, she pulls her fingers out harshly. Bringing the camera in even closer for a close up of your hole as she adds back two fingers, scissoring them. Showing off how easy it is for you to be fucked and used.

“I'm ready to take your cock- please Cait. Can I sit on it please baby?” you choke out, Caitlyn leans back on the pillows behind her as she taps your ass signaling for you to. “Sit on mommy’s cock baby” she rasps with her hand wrapped around her heavy length, slapping it against you. She lets it go, so it stands at a tall, erect, and wide 8 inches, you push your ass back — beginning to hover over her cock, ready to take her in reverse cowgirl, she holds the camera on her stomach wanting the camera to get it on film, you slowly swallowing her cock in your asshole. “Hmmm” you breathe out as you slowly take her erect tip in, your ass splitting around her cock.

“Fuuuck” She moans out under your breath, the stretch makes your mouth drop open as your body slightly jerks the more you take in more than her tip.

“You’re doing sooo good for mommy” she praises behind you, the feeling of your warm tight hole gobbling her with little to no fight makes her roll her nipples between her fingers, lifting them into her mouth behind the camera. Rolling her head back on the pillows for a moment before her eyes are trained back to swell of your ass easing down on her length.

Not wanting to miss a second of it. I

Caitlyn grows impatient, taking her tit out of her mouth to lean to the side to put the camera on the bed space next to the two of you -- propping it up on a pillow to have good view of her fucking you. She shoves you flat on the bed making her momentarily slip out of you before laying on top of you fully, thrusting her cock back into you.

 “Ohh my- fuckkk” you yelp out in surprise at the feeling of being so full. She swoops her arm under your hips helping you off your stomach and back on all fours, with her cock still inside you. She begins ramming her hips into you, slamming her hips against your ass with no mercy. “You cock feels so good in my ass mommy” you mewled in front of her, taking the pounding like a real cockwhore, like her cockwhore. “I can feel you stretching around me- nuh-fuckk” she moans with her eyes shut, opening them back up and being completely lost in the sight of your ass meeting her cock at the base with every thrust, she spreads your cheeks wanting to see a more intimate look of her gaping your fussy fuckhole. Your tits slapping against each other under you, as you fight the urge to beg Caitlyn to flip you over so she can suck on them. But this position makes her feel much deeper; you can't get enough of her fucking you this rough.

Your legs begin to quiver under you, as the urge to touch your clit grows more, “Close your legs” Caitlyn instructs, wanting you to feel tighter around her.

Practically choking her cock now.

“Mhmm, just keep fucking my ass like that mommy” you whimper into the sheets, making her thrusts becoming harder and faster�� practically drilling into you. Your cunt juices leak down your legs, desperately wanting to cum as your clit gets subtle stimulation in this new position. You begin to slam your ass back onto her cock still needing more, the sight of your tight ring squeezing and hugging her length as she pounds you makes her mouth hang open. “Fuck- y- you like me raping your ass like this slut?” she stutters, completely lost in how good you feel. 

You lift your head up to look back at her splitting and filling your ass raw. You nod with slightly watery eyes. “Use your words” she rushes, grabbing your neck to pull your back against the front of her body. “Y-ye-yes mommy, I d-do” you squeeze out, your eyes locked on one another. Hers alert while yours are low and tired, showing how fucked out and compliant you are, “You wanna cum?” she quizzes, her warm breath dancing across your cheek. You frantically nod, telling her all she needed to know. She slips the hand that’s craning your neck to her, into your mouth and Immediately, you begin to suck on her two fingers while as she slips her other hand down to your pussy feeling the drenched state of it. 

“Fuckk” she breathes, easing her fingers between your fold to rub your raised clit in fast circles. The sloshy wet sounds spilling out from your cunt as she adds pressure and speeds her pace up. “Hmm, are you gonna cum for mommy? Huh are you?” she teases, kissing your cheek while your mouth hangs open, your eyes rolled back and forced shut as she ruins your ass from behind. A quiet squeak comes from your mouth (that Cait hopes the camera picked up) as your legs shake from under you, the room sounds filthy. Filled with the squelching sound of your creamy ass being stuffed and assaulted and your gushing pussy squirting out spurts of clear liquid onto the sheets in front of you  – not urging Caitlyn to slow down from playing with your slick pussy. She moves her fingers from your clit to pumping your cunt, fucking out the squirt still coming out of you. “YES- uh … Fuck” you scream around her fingers still lodged in your mouth, breaking your silence as your girlfriend fucks your sloppy pussy with three fingers. Filling every hole of yours like the slut you are.

Your body stutters, completely overtaken by your orgasm, “Fucking- oh my god” Caityln groans, your ass and pussy clenches around her hard as you cum. “HMM just like that mommy- mm yes yess” you cry out as fall forward, your shivering body going limp making her slip out. 

She lays on top of your limp – fucked out state as she chases her own orgasm. She spreads your ass open, slipping back into your asshole with ease, a tired grunt coming from you.  “Gonna- gonna fill your hole with my fucking cum, ugh fuck, i’m gonna put the plug back in so it’ll stay. Okay?” she knows you can’t respond in the state your in but she doesn’t care, the fluttering of your asshole driving her closer and closer to cumming as she slams her hips against your ass, fucking it hard for the last time tonight. “Look who’s not so tight anymore. Did I fuck you loose?” she teases proudly. “Hmmm...gonna cum so hard ffrom raping you like this” she rasps, making your pussy become wet again.

“Cummi-, oh fuckk. Take it. Take it. Take ittt” her thrusting coming to a halt with one last hard rock into your asshole, filling it up with her second load of the night. Her body falls on top of yours, wanting to plug you up as much as possible. “MhM” you whimper quietly, feeling her cum trickling into your abused hole. Her arm swims behind her, blindly searching for the plug she pulled from you earlier, her fingers roll onto it. Holding it at the entrance of where your asshole is still stuffed with her cum and cock, she quickly pulls out, not missing a beat as she puts the plug in, bending down to lick the few dribbles of her cum on your ass that managed to escape.

Caitlyn leans back on her knees to grab the camera, holding it above you before parting your slick ass cheeks to show off the plug holding in her cum. “How ya feeling?” she asks sweetly, snapping out of her dominant role. She pans the camera to your face, with a dazed smile on your face. “Can we get a thumbs up?” she jokes, waiting for a response. You gather up a bit of strength to give a thumbs up before dropping your hand back on the bed. 

“So, tomorrow, orrr whenever you’re ready again. Do’ya want me to fuck your pussy while we watch t-?” before she can get her words back, “Yes” you speak up, seemingly back to full ‘strength’.

Reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

a/n: so bad at endings omggg, I hope this isn't shit, sorry for any errors or for possible lacks clarity in some parts (idk).

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How would the TWST boys act when they’re jealous?

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Riddle Rosehearts - Y (For pre-overblot section only) 

Pre-overblot, Riddle manages to fit a lot of jealousy inside his tiny body. 

Talking with someone he doesn’t like? He’s declaring that it’s off with their head because they broke a rule. Someone else is flirting with you? Oh no, the hedgehogs aren’t in order, he needs you to come help him fix them. Is someone doing anything in your presence that he dislikes? THE RULES STATE THAT ONE MUST NEVER TAKE THE KING AWAY FROM THE QUEEN! 

He’s willing to make up new rules just to keep you there with him. He’s lost so many friends because of his mother, but this is a feeling just for him. You understand, don’t you? You know what he feels and you’re willing to stand by his side? Forever? You’re the only one who can. You need to promise you’ll be his king, you’ll never leave him. 

Post-overblot and he’s much more calm. At least, he’s calm by his standards. He’s still… A bit over the top at times. He wants to make sure that you actually love him, that you’re not going to leave. 

But more than that, he’s worried that he’s too clingy. Are you tired of him focusing on you? Are you thinking secretly that he needs to grow up? Do you think he’s sidetracked, as his mother does? Do you think that he needs to change again? Is he too lax this time, is he boring? Is it a chore to entertain him? Are you planning on leaving? 

Just reassure your poor redhead. He wants to be the best he can be, and he wants to be that with you. He just needs to be told that you really do love him and want to be around him. Maybe give him some kind of signal so he can tell you how he feels without needing to outright say it and listen to his concerns whenever he comes to you. 

Trey Clover - 

Trey wouldn’t get jealous under normal circumstances. He trusts you, assuming he’d like to or is dating you, and that’s that. He’d only get jealous if someone was genuinely hitting on you, and you just… Didn’t notice or care. 

While he prides himself on his ability to keep a cool and level head, the moment he sees you with someone else, watching them touch you on your arm and compliment you the same way he does. No, he compliments you even better! 

“You’re so pretty…” He can call you beautiful, jaw-dropping, stunning, or awe-inspiring! “My dear,” You’re his sweetheart, his life, his heart and head, his darling cookie! “I think we should go somewhere more private…” Okay, maybe he’s too much of a gentleman to tell you that- he believes you should take the relationship st your own time and he’s never said that to you around others where you could be pressured- but he could at least say it with more class! 

Trey’s annoying, maybe even seething. But still, tell the person you’re uninterested and take a step back. Even punch him in the face, if you’re that pissed! Trey would do it if he weren’t vice-housewarden! Just don’t tell Riddle and it’s all good! 

If that doesn’t work, or if you don’t do anything, he’ll easily swoop in to ‘save you’. He’ll hand the guy a treat, wrap his arms around you, and pull you off to the kitchen with him to “help with some baking.” He will even use his unique magic on the guy if he doesn’t get the hint- Well, on the treat he gave them. No one likes gross-tasting foods, especially ones catered to the thing you hate the taste of the most. 

Cater Diamond - 

Outwardly, he’ll come up to you and chat. Who’re you with? Hey, Cay-cay’s got a quick Magicam post to take, could ya come over here real quick? Just take the photo, you don’t have to be in it or anything! Unless you wanted to! 

He’s calm and collected and barely bothered. Why would he be? He’s got nothing to worry about and he knows you like him and that you’d never do anything to cheat or be with anyone else! At all! 

Internally he’s curled into a ball and crying. Is he not good enough? He can be. He promises! He’ll be whatever you need, whatever you have to get! Please, just stay with him! Don’t leave! 

He needs some reassurance. Don’t let him sweep it under the rug, no matter how hard he tries. Please, just tell him it was all a misunderstanding. Thank him for being there with you. Please. 

Cater’s terrified you’ll leave him. Is it slightly unhealthy? Yes. Maybe. Totally. He’s been begging for crumbs of your attention every chance he gets, in his own way. But if you find it in yourself to be charitable… Please, just put up with him? 

Ace Trapolla - 

If nothing else, Ace is a brat, in every sense of the word. He’s a bit rude, obnoxious, and naive to certain social cues. He doesn’t follow rules and he’s not interested in learning them. He’s selfish, too. But especially selfish with your time. 

Ace will try to call you away at any time if you’re with someone else. What do you mean, Jamil needs some help preparing dinner? You’re going to need some help getting out if things go like they did last time! So, you better invite him along, too. He’ll be a great help! Besides, Jamil’s in the basket with him, they’re wonderful friends! There’s no way that you two will get kicked out with Ace here, considering how you’re a major klutz with anything sharp and would get totally sent away without him. 

He’ll come up behind you if you’re talking to someone. Snaking an arm around your midsection, dipping his hands to clutch your hips, and watching the person who was once talking to you. He might be laughing, but he’s also squeezing you and subtly insulting them. Or, he thinks his being subtle, but if you weren’t being held by him, the other guy would have punched him by now. 

His fingers dig into the skin around your hips as he pulls you away from them, the smirk on his face slightly darker than the lighthearted boy you normally know. Once you’re all alone, he stuffs his face into your neck, taking a deep breath. No matter what you tell him, he only savors you for a second, before giving you a little push and telling you to thank him for saving you from such a jerk. 

But if you were to pull him back in and thank him… Maybe he’ll tell you what’s bothering him- If you’re lucky. Maybe. Or you’ll just get an extra long and tight hug. 

Deuce Spade - Y 

Duece is a sweetheart who tries his best not to get jealous. Really, he tries! He’s on track to be an honor student, and honor students can calmly talk about their feelings with the person they like. So, that is what he will do… After he roughs up the perpetrator a bit. 

Just a little! Or a lot… Or just until you stop him, or Riddle’s nearby… Don’t worry, he wouldn’t hit someone just for flirting! They were trying to touch you… They had a hand on your waist, and were pulling you closer… It looked like they were even trying to kiss you! What was Duece supposed to do? Let them? He couldn’t bear it if anyone did anything to you! 

Deuce is protective. You can handle yourself, he knows that! But he used to fight a lot, so he could do it better. Besides, you’re new to this world! You might not even be able to tell when someone’s flirting with you until it’s too late! He has to be there to protect you, or else what could happen? Could you be hurt? Emotionally or physically harmed? He can’t bear to think about it! 

He’ll pull you away, much like Ace, if he can’t control himself most of the time. But the moment you’re touched? He’ll fight whoever does it. Tell him not to and he’ll tone it down, yes, but the glare from a former delinquent is still enough to send most people back with their tails between their legs. Of course, when you’re looking, he’s all smiles and rainbows. He’s your guard dog, don’t worry about it! He’s just making sure no trash gets close to you! 

Besides, you have him, and all of your friends! Like Ace, Deuce, Trey, Cater, and maybe even Riddle! You two share a friend group, isn’t that great? If anyone ever bothers you, he’ll always be there to stop them! No one will take advantage of you while he’s here! 

RSA+NBC: 

Neige Leblanche - 

It all starts when Neige sees you at a shared event. He’s been so excited to see you, but before he gets there, he finds Vil’s there with you. He bites his ruby lips and his hands are shaking as he watches the other man wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close enough to whisper something in your ear. Normally, when you laugh he’s so happy, but now it feels like there’s something yucky about it. 

It takes a while before Neige even knows what he’s feeling. It’s like something is slithering around his insides, pitting at the bottom of his stomach and sometimes threatening to come out his throat. Even when he goes up to talk to you, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. 

It isn’t until you pull away from Vil to hug you himself that he realizes it’s jealousy. Only once it’s away does he know that your affections were its only cure, and its cause was always when what he so desperately wanted was flung off to be given to someone else. 

He stays very close to you for the rest of the night. He tries to make sure those feelings that he knows but doesn’t yet understand how to tame don’t come back. He gets your number and whatever social media you’re willing to give over, and he’s overjoyed from it. It’s his own little prize, his own little gift from the world now sitting in his pocket. 

He doesn’t get jealous often after that- After all, he knows that you’ll take care of him if he needs it. He can trust you, after all, you’re his one true love. The royal he was always looking for, the person to rescue him like a knight in shining armor, riding in on a snow-white horse. He can trust you, right? 

Rollo Flamme - Y

Rollo gets jealous very, very easily. He’s seething, filled with rage and misplaced care, attempting to tie you down or up or any other way. Trying to tie you to him, no matter how much you kick and scream. 

You know that he needs you, don’t you? Well, he does. Honest to the god he worships, he does. He’d swear on his name faster than yours, if only because his honor means nothing while yours is a pure as mountain snow. He’d write you name into his skin if only you let him, he’d steal every inch of you away and keep it all pure, forever and ever. 

So when he sees you with a mage, he can’t help but get jealous. How could he not? You’re wondrous. Illuminatingly stunning, bursting his heart as fireworks do in the sky, filled with beautiful, burning passion. And he is merely a magic user. He is no more worthy of you than they are, but for them to think otherwise… He will not turn a blind eye to those who desire to do something horrid to his darling.

[thebreakfastgenie]

It’s been ten years of this I’m through pretending “if their girl told them to” doesn’t reek of misogyny. The hatred for Democrats since 2015 (when the 2016 primaries started) has been entwined with hating women—for supporting them, for talking about abortion, for being excited about the idea of a female president, for running for president, for protesting a rapist president by referencing a disgusting misogynistic comment he made. This entire time women’s issues have been trivialized. Women have been called hysterical and told they’re overreacting for worrying about being able to access abortion and contraception. Women have been assured rich white women will always have access to abortion. The message time and time again has been that women should shut up about their stupid girly problems and pay attention to the actually important issues, or else they’re selfish. Misogyny is so insidious you sound insane when you call it out but I don’t care anymore.

Having your take after the week that’s just happened is completely detached from reality. The Republican vice-president is defending a 25-year-old who made racist comments about his wife and children. “Both sides are the same” is the kind of naive cynicism that you think means you’re smart but actually makes you look very stupid.

If you wanted to make a good faith case for firebombing a Walmart you’d argue that the current situation is so extreme it’s impossible for the US to recover and the only option is to overthrow the whole thing and start over. You’d probably find more people willing to believe elections are futile and Democrats cannot save us, whether they mean well or not, right now than at any other point in recent history. A lot of people are on the brink of giving up on democracy. If you wanted to convince liberals to join your revolution you would point to Republicans, who liberals already hate. Instead, you continue your stale “both sides are the same” routine that you’ve probably been repeating verbatim for years as it grows more and more ridiculous. Can you even explain why you think that? Or is it just a truism you incorporated into your belief system? If both sides are the same just wearing different colors, why was USAID functioning three weeks ago? What changed on January 20th, besides the color? Why now?

“Both sides are the same” doesn’t just denigrate Democrats, it normalizes Republicans. That is unconscionable in 2025. It’s interesting how messages like this don’t just hurt Democrats, they actively help Republicans.

You literally posted that chart blaming ppl who abstained from voting and then replied snidely to someone who pointed out that it's victim blaming. You don't want to talk about genocide because you know that you're in the wrong for shaming non-voters

That post has literally nothing to do with Gaza. I didn't even talk about Gaza in response to that comment, I just said that if they truly did not believe Harris was preferable to Trump they had nothing to complain about. If Harris wouldn't be better, then Trump being president is not a metaphorical crime, and therefore there are no victims to blame.

I am shaming non-voters, I'm right to do it and I'll do it again and again and again and again. Choosing not to vote is shameful. I think that even about elections without Donald Trump on the ballot because I have a strong sense of civic duty but it's extra shameful in elections like 2016 and 2024. If non-voters genuinely believe Trump being president is not meaningfully worse than Harris being president, they won't feel shame and they won't care what I think. The problem is that non-voters know they're in the wrong because they can see what's happening as clearly as anyone else. When people ask them "can you honestly say Kamala Harris would [pick anything Trump has done in the last 16 days]?" they never say "yes." Because they can't.

No one wants to actually make the argument that refusing to vote for Harris over Gaza was worth the suffering Trump's election is causing, because it didn't do anything to help Gaza and it didn't pressure Democrats into agreeing with them. The only thing it did was make non-voters avoid feeling bad about voting for Harris. But now they feel bad anyway because they have a sinking feeling that Trump winning is worse. Most of the non-voters now whining wanted Harris to win so they would get the benefits of Harris being president and Trump not being president, but they wanted her to win without their votes so they didn't have to feel bad.

I don't want to talk about Gaza because it's a serious and sensitive topic and I don't feel informed enough to speak about it on my blog, especially when my political posts have been getting thousands of notes. I posted that ask to dissect the insidious pro-Trump rhetoric, not to address the content, and I did not want the piss on the poor website to have a slapfest using people's extreme suffering to score cheap shots at each other in the notes.

The term victim-blaming is for, like, victims of sexual assault and domestic violence. It's not a magic word to avoid taking responsibility ever. Grow the fuck up.

[alaia777]

omg i got sooo excited when i saw this event on ur pinned post, also congrats on 200 eeeee u deserve it! >w< could i pleasee ask for "i want to marry you." with shido? like just chilling with him and then him saying it out of nowhere and we're so confused becuz there is not one serious bone in that mans body LOL, but ofc you can do a different scenario, i think anything u write will be adorbs<333

sorry for my bad english btw :3

hellooo, thank you so so much :’)))) i love your idea so much omg! i hope you like it, and also your english is perfect, don’t worry!!!

the living room floor was a mess of pillows and blankets, the aftermath of your boyfriend’s relentless begging for you to wrestle with him. you had other ways you would’ve preferred to spend your afternoon, but you gave in—mostly because you loved him, but also because you knew he needed to burn off some energy.

he didn’t take it seriously, of course. he never did. instead of an actual match, it turned into him picking you up, tossing you onto the couch, and carrying you around the room while laughing like a maniac. you didn’t even try to fight back in the end, just letting him have his fun.

now, after all that, the two of you were sprawled across the couch and floor, tangled up in the blankets, watching some comedy you had picked out. if he had chosen, it would’ve been something violent and disturbing—probably something that would make you question his taste in movies.

you could see him from the corner of your eye, stealing glances your way every few minutes. it was only a matter of time before he came up with some ridiculous idea—he always did.

last time, he had turned to you completely serious and asked if you two could try communicating telepathically for a whole day. before that, it was if you’d be willing to fake your own deaths and run away together “just to see if we could pull it off.”

but nothing could have prepared you for what he was about to say next.

“i want to marry you.”

for a few seconds—seconds that felt like an eternity for him—all you could do was stare, your mind scrambling to process his words. you searched his face for any hint of mischief, any telltale smirk that would give away a joke, but there was nothing.

no teasing glint in his eyes. no sly grin.

just him, watching you intently, waiting.

“like, right now?”

it’s the first thing that leaves your lips, and honestly—really? that’s what you go with? of all the things you could say, of all the ways you could respond to something this huge, that’s what your brain decides on?

but, to be fair, thinking straight is nearly impossible when your heart is pounding against your ribs, and his eyes—so steady, so intense—are holding you in place, making you want to say yes to whatever he wants, whatever he asks.

“if that’s what you want, yes. we could go to the courthouse right now and buy the rings on the way there.”

he says it so easily, like he’s suggesting grabbing takeout for dinner. like marrying you is the most natural thing in the world—because to him, maybe it is.

“it doesn’t even matter how it happens, as long as, at the end of the night, i know we’re carrying the same last name.”

you’re this close to crying.

but then, just as your heart starts to swell, he leans in, brushing his thumb over your cheek with a smirk that’s softer than usual.

“but,” he continues, voice lighter now, “i want you to have the wedding of your dreams. a pretty dress, in a pretty place, with all our friends and family.” he pauses, then scoffs, “not that i care about any of them. i just want an excuse to stare at the woman of my dreams for an entire day without anyone calling it weird.”

and just like that, you’re laughing and crying all at once, because only he could make you question everything you thought you knew about love.

you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. you’re not sure whether to laugh or cry, but the overwhelming emotion feels like both. this man, with his wild ideas, his way of making everything feel bigger than it is, is making your heart race in ways you didn’t expect.

you wipe away a stray tear, your voice catching as you speak. “you really know how to make a girl feel special,” you joke, wiping the moisture from your cheek.

his grin widens, and he leans closer, his breath warm against your skin. “well, i’ve got to keep up, right? otherwise, you’d probably realize you can do better.”

“is that a challenge?” you tease back, narrowing your eyes with a playful smirk. “because if it is, you’re about to lose.”

his smile softens, and for a moment, it’s just the two of you, tangled in blankets, a mess of pillows, and the soft glow of the tv casting shadows across the room.

he reaches for your hand, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. “i don’t want anyone else, though. i just want you. for real.”

you look into his eyes, so full of sincerity, and feel the weight of the moment settle in. “well, if you’re serious about that, then we’ll figure it out. together. and who knows? maybe one day we’ll have that wedding.”

he laughs softly, but there’s a warmth in it that’s different this time. “we’ll do it right,” he says, “the way you deserve. but first, how about i just get to stare at you for a little longer?”

and with that, the two of you relax into each other, the laughter and tears fading into the background, replaced by the quiet, comforting presence of knowing that whatever comes next, you’ll face it together.

[trustmypoison]

SVT when you simp for them

Requested? Yes!

Request: ‘Hiiii, just saw Ateez and simping for them, can I request same for Seventeen please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 Thank you very much🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻’

Seungcheol

Have you ever seen someone try to look smug while also blushing profusely? That’s what this would be like. He wants to be cool and say, “Of course, you love me,” but any smugness he tries to inject into the statement falls flat because of how pink his cheeks are. 

Jeonghan

Genuinely smug. If there’s any blushing at all, it’s so minimal that you might not notice. He’s absolutely going to egg you on and be like, “Uh huh, and what else?” I fear he’d be smug either way, so you might as well tell him what you really think. 

Joshua

Giggly. Not even blushing, just giggling at how sweet he thinks it is. He’ll dish it out as well - in five minutes though. He’s gotta soak up all of your lovely compliments first. 

Jun

A whiner!! Doesn’t know how to take it so he groans and tells you to stop fangirling from behind his hands as he covers his face. But if you do stop, he might peek between his fingers because he wasn’t serious. Keep going, he just can’t look at you. 

Hoshi

Melts into a puddle. I mean, just curls up into a ball against you because he’s overwhelmed by the compliments. Blushing with a big smile. Joshua needs five minutes but Hoshi needs hours to be able to properly return the simping. 

Wonwoo

Totally entertained by this. Will not blush and might not even crack a smile, doing his best to look unaffected. But he thinks you’re cute and your words are sweet. An underwhelming reaction of “Mhm, whatever you say,” but I’m not sure what you expected here. 

Woozi

Another one that’s secretly entertained by this, but whereas Wonwoo’s reaction is flat, Woozi actually does a great job of looking annoyed. He’ll be like, “Why are fangirling like this right now??” He’ll fold if you seem worried that he’s genuinely bothered, but he otherwise will act like your compliments are physically painful. 

DK

A shy baby. He has so much to say usually, but he’ll be a little flustered and soft-spoken when you do this. Later, when you’ve settled down, he’ll ask if you really meant all the nice things you said. Tell him yes!!!!

Mingyu

I think he’d genuinely be pretty smug to start, but the longer it goes on he might start to feel sort of flustered. I think he likes words of affirmation and this really feeds that need. But I think one of his preferred love languages to give is physical affection, so this just ends in him wrapped around you. 

Minghao

I think he’d be one of the few who doesn’t get flustered or shy, but at the same time isn’t super smug either. I think he’d just soak up your attention with a sweet, slightly entertained smile. He won’t fish for more simping or anything, but he’ll let you go on as long as you feel like. 

Seungkwan

Did you ever think that simping would end in a fight?? Not serious, of course. But for every statement you have, he’s going, “And what about YOU!!” Aggressive as it is, there’s a lot of sweetness in how vehemently you both simp after one another. 

Vernon

A long stare and a few blinks, and finally, a simple nod and an “okay.” I hope you didn’t expect anything more. I mean, he’s delighted by the compliments but I just don’t see him being expressive about it. He takes your simping and ranting in stride. 

Chan

This is an ego boost for him for sure, but he can’t let you know that. He’ll listen and slowly nod, sometimes looking concerned. He’s totally joking when he finally kisses your cheek and says, “You worry me sometimes.” 

[asahicore]

hometown - pjs (teaser)

teaser wc: 1.8k don't ask me about the expected word count or release date. that's knowledge only the higher powers of this universe have access to just a little extract from the exes to lovers, small town au Jay fic i'm working on because I feel like I haven't posted in eons... hope you guys like it and are looking forward to it, I was going thrrooooough it writing this for some time but now it's getting better and i'm enjoying the process... let me know if you'd like to be tagged when it comes out!! enjoy!!

You stay behind. Jay doesn’t know if the three women are exceptionally good at reading the room, or if he missed some silent signal of understanding between you and them, but they don’t question your not following them. The sudden quietness makes Jay feel like a giant in a too-small space, a room that can’t possibly contain the two of you.

And yet. You sigh and head back to the living room, going for the couch rather than the cushions on the floor, but Jay can’t bring himself to join you, and so sits back at the same spot from earlier.

“Seriously, Jay?” you say, chuckling, but he detects an actual trace of annoyance in your voice. Unable to hide your thoughts as always, you are. You pat a spot on the couch next to you. “Come here.”

But Jay doesn’t move. Can’t. All he can do when he looks at you is search for traces of grief. He had five years to work out all of his feelings around your breakup, and he thought he had sorted through everything, gone through all the phases. Seeing you again, he feels like he has to start over. The past week hasn’t felt real, he thinks. He thinks it so hard, he says it out loud, only realizing what he did when he sees your expression soften.

“It’s been weird, hasn’t it?”

“Weird is one way to put it, yeah.”

There’s a pause, of which he spends every second worrying about what sort of turn this conversation will take.

“Is this a good time to talk about the elephant in the room, then?” you finally say.

He looks around, eyebrows furrowed with worry. “There’s an elephant in this room?!” he whispers.

You burst into laughter. “I see your humor hasn’t improved over time.”

“Seeing as you’re laughing, I’d say yours hasn’t, either.”

“Touché.”

Silence settles between the two of you again, creeps inside Jay, makes him wait for your next words with bated breath. 

He had a feeling that all the skirting around the subject you’d been doing would come to this. It’s not that you’ve pretending it didn’t happen, that would be impossible, for him, at least—he looks at you and he’s transported back to Seoul five years ago, at school, in one of your apartments, in the streets after dark. But you haven’t been actively tackling it either and with every passing day, the weight of unspoken words grew, making every conversation, every look at you harder and harder to navigate. This is new for the two of you, who in your six months of being together, had mastered your communication skills—you never didn’t speak to each other. You especially were good at saying what was on your mind without ever being hurtful, and you’d helped Jay stop bottling his feelings up when he thought he could get over them himself and not have to trouble you with them.

Nothing you say could ever burden me, baby, you’d told him. I want to know everything that goes through your head. 

And many things have changed since then, but maybe this hasn’t—the look you have in your eyes now is the same one as then, soft and inviting, aware that conversations aren’t always as easy as they are necessary. 

“You’re here,” you say after some time. Jay was so caught up in his own thoughts, entire minutes could’ve passed without his noticing. You spoke so quietly, he wonders if he imagined it until you add, “You’re in Sojuk-ri.”

He smiles, stops himself from replying with something annoying like “What an astute observation, Y/N,” it would only be stalling. So, for lack of a better alternative, and because he assumes you have more to say, he whispers, “I am.”

“We used to date.”

Jay isn’t sure where you’re going with this. He nods, unable to suppress a grin. “We did, yeah,” he replies, louder this time.

“Then we broke up.”

A chuckle escapes his lips. “You’re on fire this morning,” he says, because he can’t help himself, and warmth envelops his heart at the sound of your laughter.

“I just want to recontextualise.”

“Wow, big words.”

“Big word, singular. And shut up. I’m trying to be serious, here,” you chide, still smiling.

“Sorry.”

A sudden shadow passes over your face, making your eyebrows furrow, your smile disappear. Jay’s heart drops, his feelings, as always, a mirror of yours. You rise from your seat on the couch and make your way to him. Every step you take echoes inside of him and grows louder as the distance separating you decreases. Then you’re standing in front of him, and he looks up at you, and there’s something like a magnet under his skin, desperately reaching out for yours, that makes his hand wrap around your ankle. His eyes stay trained on your face as you lower yourself to the ground and cross your legs. If you mind his touch, you don’t say or show it. 

“It doesn’t feel real,” you say. Your eyes sweep his face, focus on one part at a time. You simply stare at him for a moment as though trying to convince yourself that it is, indeed, real, that he is really there, not a figment of your imagination but a person whose flesh and bones used to be as familiar as your own. He lets you look to your heart’s content, because it allows him to look at you, too.

His loose grip around your ankle tightens ever so slightly and you look down at his hand as if suddenly noticing its presence there. After a second of what seems to Jay like hesitation, you place your hand atop his. “Would you still have moved here if you knew this was where I lived?”

“I would’ve come here years ago, had I known,” he says with a small smile.

You furrow your eyebrows. “You didn’t even try calling.”

This takes him aback. Was that what you’d wanted? “I texted you, and you blocked me right away.”

The crease between your brows deepens. “I know.”

“You also didn’t try calling.”

“I sent you a letter.”

For some reason, it astonishes Jay that in all of five years, communication between the two of you amounted to one unanswered text and a letter with no return address. “You did. That was nice of you.”

Finally, this gets a smile, albeit subdued, out of you. “I know.”

“If I’d managed to call you somehow, would you have picked up?”

“Yes,” you say immediately. Then, “No. I don’t know.” Then, in a smaller voice, “It hurts too much to think about the other ways it could’ve gone. The better ways.”

Jay sighs, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Then let’s not think about them. It won’t do us any good.”

Your eyes meet. The sadness in yours tugs at his heartstrings. “Are you mad at me?” you ask, the tremble in your voice making it sound like you’re on the verge of crying, and it’s all Jay can do not to take you in his arms and hold you tight against his chest.

“No. Not at all,” he says, and he hopes his tone alone is enough to convince you. 

This magnet under his skin is uncontrollable. It raises Jay’s hand from where it was resting on your shoulder to your face, makes it cup your cheek, makes his thumb swipe slowly across your skin, right where tears are threatening to fall, as if preventing them.

“I tried being mad at you,” he says. “I tried a bunch of emotions. Sadness. Indifference. Nostalgia. But anger made things so much worse. It didn’t feel right, because I’d never been angry with you before. And it felt… It felt like admitting things could’ve gone differently. It felt like grieving a version of us that never existed because it never got the chance to. I decided to focus on the actual memories we had, and remember them fondly, instead of wasting my energy on being angry.”

A single tear falls from your right eye, wetting the top of Jay’s thumb. “I understand why you did what you did, baby,” he continues. “You had your reasons. You handled everything the best you could. It hurt like hell, but I can’t be mad at you for that.”

Jay doesn’t have to hold himself back from embracing you; you do it for him. Arms wound tightly around his neck, face in the crook of his neck, you quite literally cry on his shoulder. He hadn’t realized how close he himself was to crying until tears start falling freely from his eyes, mouth trembling as they gather at his jaw before dropping down the back of your t-shirt. Between sobs, you say, “I’m sorry. Even if you aren’t angry, I’m so sorry, Jay.”

He has never expected, and to this day doesn’t expect, anything from you, least of all an apology. Yet hearing those words from you heals some of the fissures in his heart, puts the pieces back together like superglue. He doesn’t need or want a repeat of your break-up conversation, and he doubts you do. He doesn’t want to hear how staying together wouldn’t have been a possibility, how you’d both have too much going on, how you were too young to hold each other back, how the distance between France and South Korea was too substantial to dismiss.

He wraps his arms around your waist and brings you closer to him. Closing his eyes and trying not to let your proximity overwhelm him, he strokes your hair, rubs your back, tells you it’s all okay. “Don’t apologize, baby,” he says, the nickname unwittingly slipping from his lips a second time. “We’re here now, that’s all that matters, isn’t it?” He feels you nod against his shoulder, but your sobs don’t relent.

Would it be very wrong if Jay said he missed having you like this? Of course, he hates to see you unhappy, but there’s a part of him that has always been endeared by the sight of you crying. If he could, he’d destroy the thing making you so upset in a heartbeat, but it’s him that you go to for comfort, and he can’t help but selfishly rejoice in that. It’s in his arms that you find what it is you need to get over what’s troubling you; under his touch that you slowly calm down.

He doesn’t know how long the two of you stay like this, nor does he care, but at some point, you lean back and take a deep, stabilising breath. Jay feels a page turn when your eyes meet—there might be no way to change the past, but the future is a blank canvas, the blinking line at the start of a computer document, and it’s up to the two of you how you want to write it.

You smile, and so does he. “I missed you,” you say.

“I missed you, too.”

There are more things to be said, but you’re both talked out. You have so much time ahead of you anyway.

[spinecouture]

nsfw alphabet — daryl dixon

a/n: all canon events cus i say so! very opinionated. yes, i am insane.

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

daryl isn’t exactly warm and cuddly. aftercare doesn’t come naturally to him. the first time you have sex, and you latch onto his arm, he sort of just freezes. he’s never had anyone who wanted to snuggle with him. he lets you, but he doesn’t really reciprocate. he’d do anything if you asked, sure, but it’s a process.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he loves your hips. little waist, hip dips, chunky thighs, tummy. it’s primal—he loves the little V pointing him directly to your cunt. an ass man, too, definitely. if your shorts ride up, oh, he’s melting.

he really doesn’t think about his own body a lot, but he knows he’s got nice arms. thick, muscly biceps, he loves the way you cling to them whenever you can. he likes being able to pick you up at a moments notice.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

eats his own when he’s alone fs i don’t care. it’s easier than finding a towel and wiping it up. whatever, it’s protein, right?

but he doesn’t expect you to enjoy his cum. of course, you would, lapping it from his tip greedily and making him swoon. he secretly adores when you swallow, ‘so good, takin’ it all.’ the feeling of unloading in your mouth (or cunt) makes his knees wobbly.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

daryl can be a sub little princess sometimes! he’d never ever admit it aloud, but if you praise him during sex, purring some ‘good boy,’ ohhh, he’s a goner. he loves when you take the lead, when you boss him around tellin’ him how you want it. you’d make fun of him, only to get shoved around for it later, because he’s still a dom at heart.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

eh. he’s had sex, definitely, but he’s not a sex god by any means. he’s awkward, uncoordinated and hesitant unless he’s having sex with the same person consistently. even then, he’s not super experimental, constantly worried about hurting the other person. if you two are dating, he takes things slow and definitely doesn’t make the first move. he waits for you to start something, finding your pace and matching it.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

cowgirlllllll all the way. he loooves seeing you on top, rolling those hips. if you have rolls, he’s all over it, squeezing and pawing at your soft skin. watching you bounce on his cock, seeing it bulge in your tummy has him reeling. that way, you have full control of how much you want, how fast you want it. he can finally relax, and let you take control. reverse cowgirl is hot, too, giving him a beautiful view of your ass as it wobbles atop him.

otherwise, doggy is a safe bet. you can always count on daryl to hold your hips the right way, hit it just so to make you melt.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

definitely not a goofy man, but a flustered mess, yes. blushing profusely, grumbling little ‘shuddup’s when you tease. he’s not one to make jokes during intimacy, but it’s mostly because he’s too focused on the task at hand.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

idk who said he’s well groomed but uh… that man does not own a razor. whatever hair he’s working with stays, and while you may convince him to shower regularly, he will not tame the bush (i like a hairy man, what can i say?). chest hair, armpit hair, back hair. god, he’s like a bear.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

daryl is not a romantic, not a smooth talker, not a flirt. but if he loves someone, he isn’t going to have sex unless he can handle the emotional aspect. he’s not going to call you his baby, not going to whisper sweet nothings, but he’ll tell you he loves you. he’ll praise you, tell you you’re doing so well. maybe he’ll stroke your hair (before pulling it), or kiss your neck softly.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

daryl doesn’t jerk it often. hell, he wouldn’t even think to do so unless he was falling for someone. when he finally admits to himself that he has a crush, it opens up a can of worms, and those worms are horny. i imagine he’d hold out until he was going mad, pressed against a tree in the woods or the side of a shed, fisting his cock trying to relieve himself quickly. he’s huffing and puffing, trying desperately to get rid of the arousal. i feel like he either can’t cum, or edges himself until he just falls apart. definitely struggles with shame afterwards, staring at his load sitting in the dirt, panting and sweating. if he can’t cum, oh god, he’s stiff and irritable for days. whining and close to tears as he jerks himself till it hurts, bucking his hips mindlessly.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

daryl has a complex relationship with sex, i feel like that is obvious. he’s fairly vanilla. but if he’s comfortable, he may open up about some stuff he might be into. i don’t feel that he’s had a chance to explore a lot of those kinks, but he’s definitely stroked his dick thinking about them. he’d moan if his hair got pulled during sex, or if you claw at his back in missionary. primal stuff gets him going; sex is a very primal thing for him. he’d love to fuck your throat, despite hesitation and concern for your wellbeing. he’d need a lot of reassurance to really explore his kinks.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

he’s not an exhibitionist, he’s not willing to do things in public, buuuuut!!! going back to the primal aspect of sex, doing it in the woods would be so hot to him, although he’d be hesitant. if you reassure him, he’ll fuck you anywhere, really. but against a tree, in the dirt, connected with nature, would get him going. otherwise, he’d love bending you over the couch, or the bed.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

daryl is not interested in PDA, and is very stubborn about keeping sex to when you two have time alone. you won’t catch him getting hard during a supply run because you rubbed up against him (“knock it off!”). with that being said, what turns him on? domestic things. you’re washing dishes? he’s coming up behind you, nuzzling your neck. you’re cooking? let him paw under your apron. you could be sitting still, reading a book, and he’d get all hot. all he’d want for his lover is for them to be comfortable, healthy and safe. seeing you enjoying life would make him drool.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

like i mentioned earlier, he isn’t into PDA, public sex. if you tried to make the moves on him in front if the group, he’d shove you off, ignore you. sex, love and romance is private for him. he wouldn’t ever hit you, he won’t tie you up or gag you. he’s been through that on his own, and he does not want to recreate it.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

don’t get me started!!!! we all know daryl is a certified pussy muncher, eating you out with his whole body. he’s sloppy, drooling, slurping, sucking. he loves giving you head, doesn’t care if you haven’t showered, shaved, if you’re on your period. getting head is different, he’d be more hesitant to let you do it (“i wouldn’t put my mouth down there, why would i make you?”). once you did it, however, he’d be a total mess. whimpering, whining, struggling not to fuck your mouth. eventually, like i mentioned previously, he’d fall in love with throat-fucking you. once he found your limits, knew when to stop, how long to go for, he’d melt into it. of course, he’d only do it if you mentioned it. he’d be too nervous to ask for it.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

daryl is slow and hesitant, cautious and mindful. of course, once he gets permission, he might lose it a little, fucking you hard and fast. he struggles with self control, which is why sex is so hard for him. i imagine during sex, daryl might turn into a sweaty wreck, begging for you to tell him if he’s hurting you. he holds back for your safety, because he’s a big man, very strong, he could very well break you. generally, he wants to make it last, to ensure you’re satisfied. he doesn’t need to cum, as long as you feel good.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

again, daryl likes to make sex last, but time does not always call for that. if he’s comfortable enough, he may ask for a quickie, just to get some tension out. you might ask for one, and he’ll allow it if there’s time. it’s not his favorite thing, he’s pretty particular about when and where, but if he loves you, if he feels safe with you, he’ll do it.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

eh. i feel like the most he’d do is screw in the woods. if not for the apocalypse, yeah, i’m sure he would. but daryl is too much of a survivalist to take a lot of risks. especially with someone he loves, he won’t put your life in jeopardy for sex.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

oh boy!!! premature ejaculation daryl is canon per norman reedus himself, sooo… but! if he’s in a long-term relationship, stamina builds up, and he’ll go as long as he can to make you happy. he’ll torture himself if it means getting you off. overall, he’s not really down to go for hours and hours, he needs energy to protect his people, but he’ll do his best.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

no!

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

hehe. he’s a major tease once he’s established a relationship with you. making little comments that he knows will rile you up, edging you until you cry. once he learns your boundaries, what makes you tick, whoo, you’re in for it. he loves toying with you, rubbing your sex until your squirming all messy and desperate. he’s constantly making fun of how needy you get, how bad you want it or how quick you cum.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s quiet, for sure, but those feral grunts and groans escape his lips. he works hard, pounding into your tight holes with conviction. he’s sweating, huffing and puffing like a wild animal. he never gets real loud, always extremely self aware (unless you’re giving him head / rimming him, then he’s a whiney mess!!).

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

daryl’s first time trying something freaky was nerve-racking. he was shaking, constantly asking if you were okay. you kept saying, “daryl, i’m fine, you haven’t even done anything yet.” he was just so nervous, so scared to hurt you. all you had asked was for him to choke you during sex, and he could barely manage. once he sunk into your tight heat, you placed his fingers on your throat. he hesitated before he wrapped them around, squeezing gently. you had to guide him, reassuring him every five minutes. until he found a rhythm, got close, thrusting into you as you clenched around him. every time you moaned, begged for more, his hand tightened.

now, every time you ask for him to choke you, he will oblige. he loves hearing your wheezes and croaks as he squeezes your neck.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

FINALLY!!!! daryl isn’t a monster, but mans is thick. call me a psycho idc, somewhere around 5-6 inches, cut, veiny, fat. untamed bush, do not test me. dad bod for sure, but we know he’s fit as hell.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

daryl could go his whole life without sex. if he needs to cum, he can do it himself. once he’s in love, though, all he wants is to provide and protect. that includes pleasing you. he doesn’t have a high sex drive by any means, but if you’re home, pouting with those pretty eyes, how can he deny you?

z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

daryl is a snorer. he’ll try so hard to stay up, to keep you entertained after, but he works so hard, especially if you’re needy that night. coated in sweat and slick, he just passes out next to you.

[musingsofahufflepuff]

Bloody Lips and Bruised Egos

Mattheo Riddle x Theodore Nott; fluff/angst

summary: when Mattheo gets in another fight, his best friend takes it upon himself to patch him up. Theodore is just his best friend…right?

a/n: when i tell you i’m a feral, rabid animal for this ship, that doesn’t even begin to cover it. yes, there will be more. god i love gay panic

Mattheo hisses as the antiseptic hits his wound with just a bit too much force. The movements are clumsy and unpracticed but he grits his teeth through it anyway. In front of him with his eyebrows furrowed is Theo, intense blue eyes staring down one of the many cuts on his face. Theodore lets out a frustrated string of expletives in Italian, or at least, what Mattheo thinks are expletives. He’s not entirely sure. But what he is sure, Theo has clearly never played nurse before.

“Theo—”

“Merda! I’ve got it Matt.”

He continues to grumble under his breath as he tries to fix the blood he managed to smear across Mattheo’s face worse than the fight had.

“Hold still!”

“I am!”

But instead of being frustrated like he probably should have been, Mattheo was trying not to laugh at how seriously Theo was taking this. If anything, it was kind of cute?

“Teddy—”

“So help me God, Mattheo.”

“What! I didn’t say anything! Your bedside manner is atrocious, Theo. Have you never cleaned a couple cuts before?”

Theodore’s hand stops its movements, eyes flicking up to meet his from where they were focused on his cheek. Mattheo holds his breath as they stare each other down. Because damn it, no one can intimidate him like his—Theo can. Mattheo breaks the staring match as he shakes his mental slip of the tongue away, praying his cheeks aren’t on fire.

“This time is different,” Theo’s voice cuts through the tense silence, pulling Mattheo from his thoughts. He shoots him a questioning look, not even needing to ask how?

“It’s you, dumbass.” There’s his answer but it just leaves Matt more confused. Theo must have picked up on the slight tilt of his head, curls shifting on his forehead, because the taller boy sighs. “Maledetto idiota. I worry about you,” it’s punctuated with a flick to Mattheo’s forehead, making him blink and pull his head back in surprise. “Oh.”

Then like it never happened, Theo is back to cleaning his wounds, gentler this time. The touch is almost feather-light, like he’s scared of hurting Mattheo further. Theo works in silence until Mattheo speaks up again; his tone dropped down, no longer making an attempt at banter. Vulnerable.

“You didn’t have to do this y’know. I could’ve done it myself… or gone to Pomfrey.” His gaze is locked on his lap, head still tilted up for Theo to do his thing. There’s a few more beats of quiet and Mattheo doesn’t even have to look up to know Theo’s trying to figure out what he wants to say.

“You got these because of me. I should be the one cleaning you up.” There it is.

Brown eyes flick up to meet blue ones, so much passing between them without a word. “You didn’t make me deck that bastard in the face.”

Theo dodges the reassurance with a shrug. He traces over the worst of the gashes with his thumb, uncharacteristically soft. “I don’t think they’ll scar.”

Mattheo hums in response as he tries to push past the gushy-feely bullshit with some banter, “that’s good, wouldn’t want my face to get any uglier.”

Theo’s brows furrow again. “What are we doing Matt?”

Mattheo’s mouth goes dry, caught off guard by the question, “wha—what do you mean?”

“Are you just playing dumb? You know what I mean.” And damn it, Mattheo does know. The lingering glances, the sitting ever so slightly too close for two people that claim to hate physical contact, the late nights smoking together and talking about everything. Mattheo is intimately familiar with what Theodore is referring to. But he’d rather take another fist to the face than admit it out loud. And maybe part of him hoped his best mate felt the same and they’d never have to have this conversation.

But a quiet voice in the back of his head, the one he tries to shove away every single time it comes up, is glad Theo’s the one to say something. That maybe something can change and Mattheo can finally do the things he’s wanted to do. The things he’s longed for in the privacy of his four poster with the curtains drawn in the middle of the night. The things he’s yearned for since his stupid, stupid heart went and fell for the one person he couldn’t have. But instead of giving in, his walls come back up and he’s sliding off the edge of Theo’s bed.

“No, I’m not playing dumb, jackass. And next time, just let me handle the clean up. It’s not like I’m dying.”

Theo’s soft expression instantaneously evaporates, making Mattheo regret ever opening his stupid mouth. Hell, he wishes Theo would look mad, pissed, hit him, anything other than the cold, dead eyes he’s getting now. And he wants to apologize, he really does. But pride? ego? cowardice? holds him back.

So he does what he always does when it comes to Theo and this stupid little dance they’ve been doing all term. He runs away. And fuck, he really does feel like a coward. But he can’t—can’t what exactly? He’s not entirely sure.

Before he can make it to the door, Theo’s barking his name. “Mattheo! Wait.” And he’s barely given a moment to react.

Theo grabs him by the collar of his shirt and yanks him close. As their chests bump together, Mattheo’s eyes widen, heart thundering in his chest. The grip on his shirt slowly relaxes and is shifted to the back of his neck. Mattheo braces for a punch.

But instead he gets lips lightly pressing against his. And fuck he thinks his heart might stop. He’s experienced kisses before, heated make out sessions in broom closets and sloppy drunken ones at parties but nothing like this. This is gentle and tender and sweet in a way no one else has ever been with him. And he damn near melts.

His hands automatically come up to cup Theo’s face, a hint of scruff under his fingertips. Mattheo’s seen Theo kiss people before; passionate, like he’s trying to devour them whole, but this is different. He could have never anticipated Theo’s lips to be so soft, the movement like he’s scared Mattheo might break apart without warning. Maybe he will.

Before he can quite get addicted to this feeling—this sinful, heavenly feeling—Theodore’s pulling away. And it takes everything in Mattheo to not chase after his lips. Instead they stare at each other for a moment, breathing a little heavy and cheeks lightly flushed. Then Theo’s running a hand through his hair with a murmured curse under his breath and leaving the dorm. Taking Mattheo’s heart with him.

[bee-a-garbage-shipper]

JayTim Fic Rec List

Rooftops and Bookshops By Bi_Bats [Complete]

“You would do it again,” Tim concluded, sighing, his tone bitter.

Jason knew he wouldn’t. He didn’t think he could do it again. He sidestepped the question, tightening his hands around Tim.

“I’m worried about you,” he said, softly, and Tim heard every bit of the pain and hurt Jason kept so carefully hidden away.

He’d always thought it must have been easy for Jason to leave, since he seemed to just fall off the face of the planet, ignoring his calls, ignoring him.

He didn’t like being wrong.

Know Yourself By Bi_Bats [WIP]

“Don’t act like you don’t care about him," Jay snapped.

“You don’t fucking know me.” Jason pushed away from where he’d been leaning, his stance suddenly much less casual. It didn’t hide the way his ears had gone red, though.

“You’re still me. I know when we’re full of shit, alright?”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you.”

When Jay gets dropped in the wrong universe, he goes to the only person he knows will help him: Tim.

Gotham Ghoul By SapphyWatchesYouSleep (JupiterMelichios) [Complete]

Jason thought being put together out of spare parts meant he was the world's only human-ghoul hybrid. That was, until a child turned up on the Manor doorstep claiming to be Bruce's son. A Tokyo Ghoul AU

When the Lost are Welcomed Home By homeforthemissing [Abandoned]

Tim found Bruce in the time stream, but since leaving to find him, Tim has mostly disappeared from the family. He has minimal contact with them, excluding Jason. Tim brought Jason back into the Bat-fold, but will someone bring him back in before its too late?

In which Tim is an Omega and hiding it, this can only end one way.

Canticulum (FF | AO3) By ryssabeth (FF | AO3) [Complete]

The baby that was to be named Timothy Jackson Drake was born small and gray. But he had been born with music in him. The man that becomes Timothy Drake-Wayne is a disciple of silence.

Sortis (FF | AO3) By ryssabeth (FF | AO3) [WIP]

It is fate that brings them together, yet it is fate that tears them apart.

Throughout his long life, Tim has watched Jason come and go, live and die, all while he remains the same, never changing.

Fragmentum (FF | AO3) By ryssabeth (FF | AO3) [Complete]

Everyone has a breaking point. Tim has reached his. And he has succumbed to it.

Praetextus By ryssabeth (FF | AO3) [WIP]

The darkness closes in on him, smothering tightly. Tim doesn't know if he can handle being blind.

Don't Touch My Boy By MySecretStories [Complete]

Jason and Tim's relationship is purely out of convenience, and they know that.

But when Ra's al Ghoul decides he wants another heir from the "perfect mate", it forces their hand to make decisions about the two of them.

Magic Gave Me Robin By Cy_kun [WIP]

He opens his eyes, and stares up at the canopy of the four poster bed he's in. It takes a second, his vision is a bit blurry, but it clears up quick enough.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Four seconds.

Part of Jason keeps the count going, while the rest of him kind of just...seizes. Because he knows this canopy. He knows the the posts it's attached to. He—fuck—he knows the notch in the bottom left post he'd put in it when he'd stolen one of Bruce's batarangs when he was twelve and thrown it around like the stupid kid he'd been.

This was Jason's room.

Or, the one where Jason get's zapped with magic, wakes up in his teenage body, and decides to let the timeline know exactly how fucked it is. He also becomes the president of the Tim Drake Appreciation Club.

The Fate's Designs (Are Not For Our Eyes) By galkyrie [WIP]

"It's funny, Tim thinks, how he never wonders about his soulmate until he's bleeding out under the stars."

A story about soulmates, and how finding their way to one another was never going to run smooth.

Break Your Throne, Cut Your Hair By dukeaubergine [Complete]

Ra’s thought he could force Tim into marriage with an ancient magical artifact. He didn’t account for the magic recognizing his daughter’s protégé as a potential alternate groom.

Tim and Jason just have to survive the one-month engagement period without getting kidnapped, killed, or outed as fakers to the press. Then survive any assassins gate-crashing the wedding. Piece of cake, right?

…This might be easier if they’d actually tell the rest of the Bats what’s really going on.

Even If It Doesn't Make Sense By EdmundPevensiesQueen [WIP]

Tim had given up trying to lie to himself about how he felt about Jason, hating himself for his childhood hero-worship/crush on the second Robin for coming back. He knew the whole thing was pointless – Jason barely tolerated him, he knew that – so it was better to just acknowledge the feelings, process them, and get rid of them. The last time he’d had feelings for Jason, suppressing them hadn’t worked despite years of trying.

So here he was, asking Jason about what consoles he had because unfortunately this was as close as Jason was going to come to asking him on a date (oh my god, a Bat Kids hangout was the closest he was getting to a date - Damian was right, Tim was pathetic), and there was no way in hell Tim was going to say no, even if he hadn’t slept in over 24 hours. Besides, he knew he could easily make it to 48 if he had coffee.

If You Got Love To Get Done By dukeaubergine [Complete]

Tim didn’t expect to make so many big choices about her future at seventeen, but it’s just been that kind of a year. She wants to do better than her parents did, but can she really balance obligations to a kid and to the world?

Where is He? By lover_of_blue_roses [Complete]

Red Hood breaks into Teen Titan tower to terrorize his Replacement. He wants to make the Batman suffer, not for letting him die, but for letting the Joker live, and this is the best way to do that. However when he finds the new Robin… he's an omega in heat.

Tower of Fantasy By zabbaz [Complete]

Tim expects to have the tower all to himself this weekend. Why not indulge in one of his favorite sexual fantasies? Surely it won't end with him trying to fight a villain with a vibrator inside him…

Stay By darkdecay [Complete]

Tim and Jason think they've been hatefucking. Must be why Jason is willing to try anything to stay the night with Tim.

Nice To Meet You Again By TheLonelyRose [Complete]

When Jason first met Kitten, he was trying to stop Catwoman from stealing some fancy gem with Batman... Again. Ever since then, he would cross paths occasionally with the little girl, blossoming a friendship that would last for years. But, then he died. And, then he came back. And that little girl wasn't so little anymore.

Pain is Temporary By ole_ander [Complete]

After spending a year in a deep depression following Bernard's death, Tim is sent back to Gotham to train with the infamous Red Hood, Jason Todd. Evidently, Dick didn't do his research, because these two don't get along. And sometimes they get along too well. Either way, there's not a lot of crime fighting being done.

Stray Cat Strut By chibi_nightowl [Complete]

"There once was a little boy named Stray who became best friends with a Robin…" -OR- "I doubt you arranged this little meeting to discuss the finer points of the fashion disasters that are Gotham’s capes." Another low laugh and Red Hood took a cautious step forward. "I wouldn’t call that cat suit a disaster. You’ve certainly made the look your own." Stray wanted to snarl and settled for baring his teeth. "You could say that. What do you want from me, Hood?" Red Hood held his hands out in a placating gesture. "Nothing much. I just need you to get me into Arkham. I’m going to kill the Joker."

Sweet Treats By chibi_nightowl [Complete]

Jason smiles again. “You really like a challenge, don’t you?” “I love a good challenge,” Tim agrees, grinning back at his hero. “So do I.” Jason hesitates, then reaches out and runs his thumb over Tim’s cheek. It comes back red, which Tim swears could probably be from the amount of blood rushing to his face because Jason just touched him. “You always covered in frosting?” For once, Tim’s brain lines up with his mouth and he says something that sounds clever. “Only on special occasions.”

The Knight's Quest By chibi_nightowl [Complete]

Sir Timothy Drake never wanted to be a knight. But when his parents send him off on a quest to slay a dragon, what else was he to do? Of course, said dragon has his own thoughts on the matter and his counterproposal is much more enticing than a fiery death.

Masquerade (Whose Face is Behind the Mask?) By chibi_nightowl [Complete]

Every so often, someone would take it into their heads that a masquerade ball would be a fantastic idea and make it into the biggest event of the year. Sometimes, they were a smashing hit. And other times…things just got smashed.

The Dog Days of Summer By chibi_nightowl [Complete]

"Tim?" Jason asks cautiously. It's possibly the first time he has ever used his replacement's first name. Out loud at least. Or where he could hear him. Another whine and the big black dog opens an eye, gazing warily up at Jason. "Okay, you're awake. Not exactly sure what the protocol is here but if you know you're Tim Drake, whine twice for me."

The Accountant By chibi_nightowl [WIP]

The last thing Tim needed was to get involved with someone who worked for Gotham’s meanest crime lord—or was him. Either way, getting into bed with the Red Hood was a really bad idea.

Courting Disaster By chibi_nightowl [Complete]

The JayTim Mr. & Mrs. Smith-inspired AU you didn't know you wanted. When Tim and Jason meet in their civilian guises after their exit plans go wrong, it's lust at first sight. It's even worse when Wraith and the Red Hood cross paths for the first time. Sparks, knives, and bullets fly in this story of love, lust, attempted murder, and--most importantly--revenge.

Sanctuary By chibi_nightowl and PoisonBasil [Complete]

Jason has a brief moment to notice he has blue eyes that match the sky overhead when his soul wrenches, reaching out to snag and entwine with Tim’s. What. The. FUCK? Tim blinks quickly, brows narrowing as he takes note that something is happening but not sure what. But Jason does. He’s a dragon born and bred, he knows what this call is, the throbbing pulse he now feels alongside his own. Stories told to him by his parents before he was stolen from them are coming to life and all he wants is to scream his pain all over again. A soul bond. His soulmate is a fucking human.

A Stray Cat Surrounded By Bats By three_milks [WIP]

When Tim Drake's parents die, he is left in the care of billionaire Bruce Wayne. Tim will have to manage to keep his life as the notorious thief Stray a secret while trying to deal with everything that comes with living with Batman and Robin. He hopes that keeping his identity a secret isn't as difficult as it seems.

It's Written In The Stars By flavouess_fiction [WIP]

It was on the second day of first grade that Tim Drake understood that the pattern of rust-coloured stars on the palm of his hand meant more than just a birthmark. After a soulmate dies within a year the other half is expected to die or get themselves committed, Tim thought he'd moved past all of it until it was staring him in the face.

Trading Places By BeautyInTheLibrary [WIP]

11:59 PM It was a simple night, it was going so well, Jason was soaring on the wings of his name sake over the city he's lived in his whole life. While the civilians were mooning over the idea of receiving their soulmate dream at midnight of their fifteenth birthday (or the less common experience of switching into their bodies) Jason had better things to do! He was Robin! And that made him magic~ 12:00 AM ...What the hell was he doing on a random roof top when he was just swinging on a grapple line? What was with this camera, why....why could he see himself through the lens! JayTim Week 2024 Day One: Wing

Bad Habits By BeautyInTheLibrary [Complete]

It felt like several minutes passed before anything did happen and what had happened was that Tim felt gloved fingers slide into his long hair and gather the strands painfully into the fist. The hand grasped and used the hair to pull Tim’s head up off the floor and the pain forced a gasp out of him before he could help it. It didn’t stop till Tim was sitting upright and then his head and back was forced into the wall that was behind him, the force of it enough to knock one more noise out of him. “Well aren’t you lucky?” A voice, a mechanical voice finally spoke and alarms went off in Tim’s head. Oh no…that sounded too familiar for comfort. “I just got the best deal on the local bird, bought you for a song, I hope you’re grateful.” - Tim never listened to the people around him pointing out his bad habits, like not getting enough sleep or taking care of himself in the least. He always ignored and it had been fine. Until it wasn't and now he was stuck in the last sort of situation he had ever wanted to himself and really it was his own fault. To be fair, he's never passed out on roof top like this before or been kidnapped just to be auctioned off.

Searching Faces By Take_Me_To_My_Fragile_Dreams [WIP]

"I need your help," Tim says. "I need -" again, the liquid sloshes in his cup. He releases it to rub his hands over the fabric of his pants. "I need your help." "Do you?" She is usually not the one approached for these sorts of things. Jason gets the calls, and Roy charms his way into information. She is merely a companion, one that most people stay away from. "What sort of help do you require, Tim Wayne?" There’s a flinch, so minute anyone else would have missed it. He lets out a harsh breath and grabs for his drink once more. He yanks his mask down in one swift motion and brings the straw to his lips. He drinks like someone who hasn’t had water in days, with a single minded determination Kori has seen plenty of men use to go at bottles in dark lit bars. His face is flushed. The red comes through in blotchy patches made worse by the stark white that splatters the lower left of his jaw. On his cheeks are two reddened slashes. They start at the corners of his lips and cut up towards his ears in diagonal lines. "Sanctuary," he says, when his cup is empty and his mask is up once more. "I seek sanctuary." - In the aftermath of Joker's torture, Tim runs to the only place left he can think of.

Moss & Minnie By impravidus [Complete]

"Fuck." "That’s not a nice word." Tim’s head snaps up, his weapon drawn immediately. Sitting criss cross applesauce on his bed is… a little girl? "Uh… how did you get in here?" Tim asks slowly. She gives him an inquisitive look, clearly unbothered by the situation, and points at the ceiling. "Through the portal." OR: When girl kid versions of Tim and Jason pop into their lives from another dimension, they have to learn how to be parents. After moving in together, co-parenting two little girls together, and accidentally forming a fake relationship, they somehow fall in love along the way.

The Bird and The Hood (FF | AO3) By Green4AllSeasons (FF | AO3) [WIP]

Jason Todd was the Robin that Tim Drake could never be. Sharp, ruthless, angry. Tim didn't know it was possible that he could hate another person so badly yet also desperately seek his approval. But then Jason died, and Tim was left to pick up the pieces. Now, nearly seven years later, Jason has returned with a mission. But he's different… Angrier. And Tim isn't so sure if he wants to know this Jason at all.

To See Through You By onesillygoose [Complete]

Jason and Tim realize that they are more alike than they thought. But they're both too stubborn to let the other one in. Can the two former Boy Wonders make things work between them? Or will pride get in the way?

Can I Steal A Kiss or Two? By stellewrites [Complete]

"Did you come with anyone tonight, Tim?" Tim nodded and looked around for a moment before he jerked his head over to a young alpha in the center of the room. The dark-haired alpha had a strong arm wrapped possessively around the waist of a blonde beta woman and Jason watched as Tim winced when she lent in to kiss the alpha. Jason winced in sympathy. That explains why the kid was necking the drinks like they were water. "Why don’t you stick with me for the rest of the evening, huh? I’ll be much better company than either of them." he ducked his head to speak directly into Tim’s ear. "I haven’t got eyes for any other beta or even a ‘mega tonight, just you. Promise." Jason grinned at the dark blush that spread down Tim’s neck. - Handmaids Tale-esc au with omega Tim finding his feet after being bought by alpha Jason and taken into his pack.

Time Bomb Town By Moxibustion (RyuuzaKochou) [Complete]

In a world of scientifically proven psychic abilities, the practitioners - the so-called Talents - are called on to serve the public good. This is never more true than in Gotham, where the Wayne Parapsychic Institute works diligently for justice and peace in what is otherwise a mecca of rogue Talents. Bruce Wayne is one of the most powerful Talents on record; a Prime. So are all his children. All, that is, except for Tim Drake; a winged donkey to their high-flying Pegasus. Fed up with the constant reminders that he will never be able to catch up to their flight into the stars and beyond, he leaves. Trying to put the shattered pieces of his life together, he comes across Jason Todd; former member of the Wayne Parapsychic Institute and a powerhouse in terms of Talent, alive in an asylum years after everyone assumed him dead. Tim is determined to help Jason find a way back. Jason might end up teaching him a way forward.

[l0stglitch]

What if there daughter started to drift a lot from them and what would they do to stop it and what pre cautions they would take to make sure it doesn’t happen again?tysmmm

The aftermath

Platonic Yandere lost boys x reader

The first half of this ask is kind of answered in this fic so I’m only gonna write about the second part.

Warnings- Physical and emotional abuse | Obsessive relationships

• They’d be pretty cautious after your depressive episode. Seeing you so fragile and broken made them hyper aware of how delicate your sanity and mental health are.

• They also don’t want to push you away again in the future. Adopting that cat you had found had certainly helped bring you closer to your fathers after the punishment, but you’d never truly be the same again.

• I think they’d become a lot more overbearing, particularly Dwayne and Marko (who have always been the most involved in your life). They’ve seen what isolation will do to you, and are determined for you to never be alone again.

• David would start to lose some of his previous control over how you are parented- particularly when it comes to punishments. The whole event would sort of shift the pack dynamics. David had always been the leader, as he had a much more dominating personality, however being the oldest, Dwayne also had a claim to power.

• Things are easier for you when Dwayne calls the shots. You aren’t punished as harshly over minor mistakes, however you don’t really have a choice in how you spend your free time. If Dwayne wants you to hang out with them, you better listen or Marko will get involved.

• Speaking of Marko, he’d definitely take advantage of his newfound freedom. Without David to keep him in check, he becomes WAY worse than normal.

• He’s already pretty bad with boundaries, but now that he has more power, he literally won’t leave you alone. Like this man will straight up come into your room and lie there next to you when you’re trying to sleep. He claims it’s because he’s worried you’ll become detached again if you’re left by yourself for too long, but really he’s just become extra clingy after your episode of disassociation.

• You can’t complain about it to Dwayne, because he’s got the same attitude as Marko. You need to be supervised and watched, or else you’ll drift away from them again.

• Even Paul gets dragged into it. When it comes to parenting you, he’s never really formed his own opinion on anything. He’ll just agree with whatever Marko says, unless it’s something extreme that might bring you harm. He just wants you to be happy, because when you’re happy, you’re more fun to be around.

• Surprisingly, you find yourself seeking out David’s company. It’s not that you feel bad for the way the others seemed to have lost respect for him, but rather he’s the only one that isn’t excessively coddling you.

• You can always tell by that smug look on his face that this is exactly what he wants- for you to come crawling right back to him. It doesn’t bother you much though. Maybe once the others realise that their overbearing nature is only pushing you away, they’ll drop the act and return back to normal.

• Of course, this new order is only temporary. There’s only so much David will put up with before he decides to take back his rightful position as pack leader.

• Once he’s back in charge, things begin to settle down again. Marko wouldn’t have as much control over you, but Dwayne would still he pretty needy.

• Even after David gains back the respect of the others, the way they punish you in the future would change. They decided it would be be more of a group decision rather than David having the final say.

• Unfortunately, the boys don’t really stick to this. They find it too much of a hassle to figure out a suitable punishment every time you do something wrong, so instead each of them just takes it into their own hands.

• David and Marko start resorting to physical violence as a way of keeping you in line. David thinks that the only way of teaching you a lesson is by eliciting fear from you. He’s always careful not to take things too far (for fear of breaking your fragile mental state) but one beating every now and again won’t cause any lasting damage.

• Marko has always been the most physically abusive, so things only get worse after this. He’s less restrained with his punishments than David- often throwing you into furniture or twisting your limbs until you swear you can feel your joints popping. He’ll scare you into staying silent about it, threatening you with even more pain if you go crying to Dwayne. Marko LOVES hearing you whimper and cry, but only when it’s because of him. If it’s because of David then he’ll hold you tight and stroke your hair, telling you that everything will be alright, and that he’ll always take of you.

• Paul kind of knows about how they treat you, but he doesn’t do anything about it. He doesn’t know the extent of the abuse, but he’s aware that something’s going on (he accidentally walked in on you getting changed and saw the bruises). If you fuck up around Paul, he won’t really do much. Sometimes he’ll threaten to report you to David, but never actually does it because he can tell that the thought of David punishing you makes you terrified, and he doesn’t want you to fear him.

• Dwayne is the only one who actually sticks to the whole ‘group punishment’ idea. It would be pretty hypocritical if he went against it considering he was the one who came up with the idea. It’ll usually be basic stuff like not being allowed to go to the boardwalk or not being allowed any dinner that day.

• All in all, they would certainly try to change their methods of parenting, but that’s not to say it actually works. They’ve solved the issue of you being distant, but now you’re skittish and nervous, especially around Marko and David.

• The only thing they actually learned from the months of you being isolated is that they don’t like leaving you alone. It fucks with your head, and it also means that they don’t get to spend as much time with you. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that they love you, but they’re always quick to remind you when you try to run away. One mention of a life without them and they’ll all guilt trip you about it for days.

Tag list- @purple-lemon-8 @xjesterxjacksx @whatispopping69 @simplyreading96 @lostbetweenvampiresandmusic @humbuginmybones

[sylusonychinus]

💖 Day 2 - I Wanna Show You Off 💖

📌 Pairing: Caleb x F! Reader 📌 Requested by: @drake-bois "Can I request some soft smut with Caleb? I was thinking maybe MC is feeling a bit insecure about herself, and Caleb notices that she’s down—so he shows her just how wrong she is." 😭💖

Summary: For this piece, MC is struggling with insecurities, feeling like she’s not enough. Caleb, ever the attentive lover, immediately notices something is off. Instead of letting her sit in doubt, he takes it upon himself to remind her just how beautiful, cherished, and loved she truly is—in the softest, most intimate way possible. 💫🥺🔥

✍️ A/N: Hewwo! 🐾 Thank you for this sweet request! Welcome to Day 2, where we bring love, reassurance, and some soft, tender smut—WE LOVE A MAN WHO WORSHIPS HIS MC!!! 😤💖🔥

The flickering candlelight cast long, dancing shadows across the room, illuminating the quiet tension humming between you and Caleb. You sat curled on the plush velvet chaise lounge, a book lying open in your lap, but your eyes weren't focused on the words. Instead, they drifted towards the intricate patterns of the Persian rug, a swirling kaleidoscope of colors that mirrored the turmoil inside you. You’d been quieter than usual, a shadow of the vibrant woman he knew, and it worried him.

Caleb, sprawled on the floor, leaned against the chaise, his gaze fixed on you. He’d been watching you in silence for the past hour, a frown creasing his brow. He’d noticed the subtle shift in your demeanor over the past few days – the way your smiles didn’t quite reach your eyes, the way you’d been picking at your food, the way you’d avoided his touch. He knew something was wrong, and this time, he wasn’t going to let you push him away. He’d seen that vulnerable flicker in your eyes before, the hint of insecurity you tried so hard to hide.

“You’ve been quiet tonight,” he finally said, his voice a low rumble that broke through the stillness. It was the same voice that could soothe a frightened child or command a boardroom, now laced with concern.

You flinched slightly, startled out of your reverie. “Just thinking,” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze. You knew he could see through you, and that’s what scared you most. He saw you, the real you, the one you weren’t always sure was good enough.

He reached out, his hand gently covering yours on the book. His touch, warm and comforting, sent a shiver down your spine. It was a familiar touch, one that always made you feel safe, even when you felt anything but. “Thinking about what?” he asked, his voice soft, coaxing, like he was trying to gently unravel a tightly wound knot.

You hesitated, your insecurities swirling within you like a storm. He’s so handsome, so confident, so…everything. And I’m just…me. The thought echoed in your mind, a familiar, unwelcome guest. The whispers of doubt crept in, reminding you of all the ways you felt inadequate.

“Nothing important,” you whispered, trying to pull your hand away.

But Caleb’s grip tightened, his fingers interlacing with yours. He tugged gently, pulling you closer until you were sitting on the edge of the chaise, facing him. He knelt before you, his eyes, dark and intense, searching yours. They held that familiar mix of tenderness and something more… something that made your heart race.

“Don’t,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “Don’t shut me out. Tell me what’s going on.” He knew your walls were up, and he was determined to dismantle them, brick by brick.

The dam of your composure finally broke. “I just…I feel like I’m not good enough,” you confessed, the words tumbling out in a rush. “Like I’m not…worthy of you.” The confession felt like a weight lifted, but also a terrifying vulnerability.

Caleb’s expression softened, a look of tender understanding replacing the concern. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks. “Where does this come from?” he murmured, his voice laced with disbelief.

“I see how people look at you,” you said, your voice trembling. “They admire you, they respect you…and then there’s me. Just…ordinary.”

He chuckled softly, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through you. “Ordinary?” he repeated, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “You think you’re ordinary?”

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your skin. “You are the most extraordinary woman I’ve ever met,” he whispered, his voice husky. “You’re kind, you’re intelligent, you’re funny…and you’re beautiful.” He paused, his gaze dropping to your lips, a flicker of something intense in his eyes. “So incredibly beautiful,” he breathed. He traced the curve of your mouth with his thumb, sending a shiver of anticipation through you. His thumb then drifted lower, tracing the line of your jaw, then down your neck, lingering for a moment at the hollow of your throat, where your pulse fluttered nervously.

“And if I may be so bold,” he continued, his voice now a low growl, “you’re also incredibly desirable.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss. “Don’t ever doubt your worth,” he murmured against your mouth. “You are everything to me.”

His words, spoken with such sincerity and passion, washed over you, soothing the ache of insecurity. He kissed you again, this time with more force, more urgency. His hands moved to your shoulders, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the hard muscles of his chest against your breasts.

He broke the kiss, his eyes searching yours. “Can I show you something?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.

You nodded, your own desire mirroring his. Your breath hitched as his hand moved lower, slipping beneath the hem of your sweater, his fingers tracing the curve of your stomach, sending shivers down your spine.

He stood, pulling you up with him. He led you to the bedroom, the candlelight casting long, dramatic shadows that danced across the walls. He closed the door softly behind him, the sound echoing in the sudden silence.

He turned to you, his eyes filled with a burning intensity. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate line of your collarbone. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice husky. He gently unbuttoned the top button of your sweater, his gaze never leaving yours. “And tonight,” he continued, his voice now a low murmur, “I’m going to show you just how beautiful you are.”

His words sent a thrill of anticipation through you. You knew what was coming, and you were ready. Ready to let go of your insecurities, ready to embrace the passion that flickered between you and Caleb, ready to believe, just for tonight, that you were everything he said you were. He reached behind you, his fingers fumbling with the clasp of your bra. “Let me,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. The click of the clasp echoed in the quiet room, and your sweater fell open, revealing your bare chest. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, his gaze lingering on your breasts. He reached out, his fingers brushing against your nipples, sending a jolt of electricity through you. “You’re perfect,” he breathed, his voice thick with lust. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his hand moving to unfasten your pants.

His kiss deepened, a consuming fire that chased away the last vestiges of your self-doubt. His tongue danced with yours, exploring every corner of your mouth, igniting a heat that spread through your veins. His hands, now free from your sweater, roamed your body, tracing the curves of your waist, the swell of your hips, pulling you closer until there was no space between you. You moaned softly against his lips, lost in the intoxicating feel of his touch, the raw desire that radiated from him.

He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes, dark and smoldering, held you captive. "You're driving me wild," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. He nuzzled his face against your neck, his lips tracing a path down your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You arched your back, offering him more access, your fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close.

His hand found the button of your pants, and with a slow, deliberate movement, he undid it. He slid the zipper down, his fingers brushing against your skin, sending shivers of pleasure through you. He pulled your pants down, revealing your bare legs. His gaze traveled over your body, taking in every inch of you, and a low growl rumbled in his chest.

He lifted you slightly, his strong arms supporting you, and pulled your pants the rest of the way off. You stood before him, clad only in your underwear, feeling both vulnerable and incredibly exposed. But his gaze, filled with admiration and desire, made you feel anything but ashamed. He saw you, the real you, and he desired you.

He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate lace of your underwear. "Beautiful," he murmured, his voice husky. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your skin just above the lace, sending a jolt of electricity through you. He nipped gently at your skin, and you gasped, your hands tightening in his hair.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice low and serious.

You didn't hesitate. You knew what you wanted. You wanted him, all of him. You wanted to lose yourself in his touch, to forget about your insecurities, to feel the heat of his desire. You nodded, your eyes meeting his, conveying all the passion and longing that words couldn't express.

He smiled, a slow, predatory smile that made your heart pound in your chest. He reached behind you again, his fingers finding the clasp of your bra. With a gentle tug, he released it, and it fell to the floor. You stood before him, completely naked, feeling more vulnerable and more powerful than you ever had before.

His gaze swept over your body, lingering on your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. He stepped closer, his body brushing against yours, and you could feel the heat radiating from him. He reached out, his hand cupping your breast, his thumb gently stroking your nipple. You gasped, your breath catching in your throat.

He leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve, every inch of your skin. You moaned softly against his lips, lost in the intoxicating feel of his touch. He lifted you into his arms, carrying you to the bed. He laid you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours.

He undressed quickly, his gaze still fixed on you. He knelt beside the bed, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss. "I'm going to make you feel so good pipsqueak," he murmured against your mouth.

He showed you with a tenderness that belied his earlier intensity, each touch, each kiss, a whispered promise of pleasure. His hands explored your body, learning every curve, every secret place, igniting a fire that burned brighter with every passing moment. He whispered words of adoration, his voice a low, husky murmur that sent shivers down your spine. He praised your beauty, your strength, your spirit, each word a balm to the insecurities that had plagued you.

He moved above you, his weight a comforting pressure, his eyes locked with yours. He paused, giving you a chance to pull away, to say no. But you didn't. You met his gaze, your own eyes reflecting the desire that burned within you. You reached up, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

He kissed you deeply, a kiss that spoke of passion, of longing, of a connection that transcended the physical. And then, he began.

He moved slowly at first, teasing you, building the anticipation until you were breathless with longing. His touch was exquisite, his rhythm perfect, each movement sending waves of pleasure through you. You moaned softly, your hands clutching his shoulders, your body arching to meet his.

As the intensity built, his movements became more urgent, more demanding. You met his passion with your own, your bodies moving together in a dance as old as time. The world narrowed to the feel of his skin against yours, the sound of your breathing, the beat of your hearts.

And then, you reached the precipice. A wave of pure sensation washed over you, a feeling so intense, so overwhelming, that you cried out his name. He followed close behind, his own release a powerful echo of your own.

The world stilled. You lay entwined, your bodies still warm, your breathing slowly returning to normal. He held you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you, his chin resting on your head. He kissed your hair softly, his touch gentle and reassuring.

He lifted his head, his eyes searching yours. "You were amazing," he whispered, his voice filled with admiration.

You smiled, a genuine smile that reached your eyes. "So were you," you murmured, your voice still slightly breathless.

He kissed you again, a soft, tender kiss that spoke of love and devotion. He pulled you closer, his body molding against yours. You snuggled into his arms, feeling the warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart.

As you drifted off to sleep, you knew that this was more than just a night of passion. It was a connection, a bond that had been strengthened by vulnerability and trust. You knew that Caleb saw you, the real you, and he loved you for it. And that was all that mattered. You were his, and he was yours, and in that moment, in the quiet darkness of the night, you knew that everything was going to be alright. You had found your safe harbor in his arms, and you knew that you would never be alone again. You had found your happy ending, not in some fairy tale, but in the real, messy, beautiful world, with the man you loved.

He stirred slightly, his hand gently stroking your hair. "Pipsqueak," he murmured, his voice soft with affection, the nickname a familiar endearment that always made your heart flutter. "You're safe now," he whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead. And in that moment, nestled in his arms, you knew he was right. You were safe, loved, and finally, completely at peace.

[sailornymph]

sasuke and gaara’s reaction to the reader getting new piercings. it can be nsfw if u want hehe. ty!

‘SWEET SURPRISE’

when their s/o gets a new piercing

cw : nsfw, munch activities, cawk blowing, etc.

authors note : i hope you don’t mind me adding neji, i adore him so much !!

♡ neji hyuga

trying to tiptoe into your bedroom, your heart fluttered at the sight. neji. his long hair spread across the pillow, as he slept comfortably in your bed. turning your back to place your bag in your closet, just as it was sitting on the ground, you flinched at the sound of his voice.

“you’re still terrible at being quiet,” he said, making you face him, he sat upright, shirtless, his cursed seal showing on his forehead.

“neji,” you cheered, rushing over to plop on top of him. despite his groaning, he reached for your waist, caressing your hip.

“i’ve missed you so much,” you pouted, sitting up in his lap.

“i’ve missed you more,” he whispered, a small smile in place.

your mission had been almost an entire month, and for neji to say he missed you, verbally, you knew it was the truth.

“oh, i almost forgot, i wanted to show you something,” you gasped, beginning to unbutton your shirt. his larger hands continued caressing your hips, watching intently as you began to remove your top, revealing the jewelry that was on your nipples.

“what do you think?” you bit your lip, as he slowly reached to cup them, massaging softly.

“do they hurt?”

“at first, but i got them at the beginning of my mission, they are practically healed,” you hummed, as he brushed his fingers against your nipples.

“they’re pretty,” he said, making you smile.

“i was worried you wouldn’t like them-oh,” you moaned as neji leaned down, his tongue lapping over the piercing, twisting around the jewelry.

“i think they’re perfect,” he said lowly, before latching onto your nipple, sucking softly. using his thumb, he brushed over the other — while his free hand, lifted your skirt, squeezing your ass.

“hey neji, is y/n back yet?” rock lee yelled, knocking on the door.

“shouldn’t we come back?” ino asked.

“she’s been away an entire month, don’t you miss her?” lee whined.

“of course i do, but don’t you think, she wants to spend time with neji?” she asked.

“she spends the most time with neji,” sai said.

making eye contact with neji, you could only laugh, at the aggravated expression. pulling away, he pulled you into a hug.

“make them wait,” he said coldly.

“you do have me all the time, it will only be for a while, a few hours at most,” you pouted.

“fine, since your friends are much more important,” he sighed.

“our friends, and they miss me just as much as you-

“that is impossible,” he interrupted making you smile.

“when i am home, we can continue, love you,” you said, kissing his lips, slipping back into the shirt, beginning to button it, as you turned to head out.

“love you too,” he whispered, laying back in bed.

♡ sasuke uchiha

“hey,” you called out to sasuke, as he leaned against the tree, his eyes closed and arms crossed.

“i’ve been looking for you for nearly two hours, where were you?” you asked, as you got closer.

“you said you would only be away a few weeks, it’s been almost a month,” he frowned, looking away.

“you can’t be serious, don’t be a baby, you’re always away much longer than me”

“it’s not the same”

“how is it not the-

before you could finish, sasuke grabbed your jaw, squishing your cheeks.

“open your mouth,” he whispered, as you pulled away, smiling, before sticking your tongue out.

“do you like it? i got it a few weeks ago,” you flickered your tongue at him.

“tsk, you look like a slut,” he rolled his eyes.

“yeah, the strongest slut in this village”

“take it out”

“no, it has it’s perks”

“and what would those be?”

“i haven’t tried anything out yet, but it’s just an idea,” you said, going to your knees, and reaching for his pants. he didn’t say anything, watching intensely. taking out his cock, you chuckled.

“i’m the slut, but you’re rock hard,” you said before you began teasing his tip. twirling your tongue around, sucking, then pulling away. looking into his dark eyes, you took in as much as possible, before your head began moving back and forth.

he stood tall, groaning lowly, his eyes occasionally making sure no one was around, but for the most part, they couldn't leave you. you were a pro, only you could suck his cock like a slut, and still be a princess in his eyes. the coolness and smooth surface of the piercing brought a foreign, but euphoric sensation to his body.

drool ran down your chin, as he fucked your mouth. your hands went under his shirt, touching his toned abdomen. his breathing became heavier, as grunts escaped from his mouth. feeling his cock twitching, you pulled him out.

“are you close?” you asked, biting your lip, as he nodded.

“then, you can finish yourself off, i’m not risking ruining my brand new dress,” you smiled, standing up, dusting off your knees.

glaring at you, he begrudgingly began stroking himself. his eyes were focused on you, as he grunted, his seed painting the grass and leaves. wiping your mouth, it was your turn to lean against the tree with your arms crossed.

“don't look at me like that, did you even miss me? i come back from a mission and i am met with a cold shoulder,” you laughed, looking away, as he fixed his pants.

“you have no idea how much i’ve missed you,” he grumbled, approaching you.

“doesn't feel like it, i look like a slut to you?”

“my slut,” he mumbled, as he pulled you closer, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

sharing the hungriest kiss, you could feel his desperation. the way he would bite your lip, before sucking it, squeezing your ass, before moving up to your waist, to pull you even closer. he liked the way the tongue ring glided against his tongue. pulling away, the two of you stared into each other eyes, panting, a dark tint on his cheeks.

“we should get back, i promised hinata and kiba we’d get ramen,” you said, your face burning, under his analyzing gaze.

“you were right”

“about what exactly?”

“the perks”

♡ gaara

“lord kazekage, you have a guest,” the secretary spoke to gaara, who nodded, continuing to read through the stack of paperwork.

“lord kazekage,” you spoke, entering the office, bowing, as gaara eyes immediately went to you. as soon as the door shut, he was instantly on his feet, walking to you, to pull you into his arms.

“i’ve missed you,” he whispered into your ear.

“it’s only been two months, and it was a success,” you told him, but he didn’t seem to be listening.

“two months is quite a long time to be apart from you,” he said, his face turning red immediately — extremely embarrassed that he allowed his mouth to run so freely.

“aww, gaara, you have no idea how much i’ve missed you too, oh, there’s something i’d like to show you,” you said, turning to lock the door, before going to the window, closing the curtains.

“what is it, y/n?” he asked, curiously, but you simply touched his chest, batting your eyelashes.

“you’ll see,” you smirked, as you began to unbutton your shorts.

“uh, y-y/n, what are you doing?”

“showing you my surprise, don’t you want to see?” you asked, placing a kiss onto his lips.

“yes please,” he nearly moaned.

backing up to his desk, you slowly lowered the shorts, along with your panties, before sitting on the edge of the desk.

“why don’t you take a peak?” you chuckled, biting your lip, as he gulped, nodding his head.

spreading your legs, he gasped at the piercing that was on your clitoris. his eyes widened, as he gulped once more, going to his knees.

“your-it’s-” he struggled to speak, glancing up at you.

“you can touch her, she’s healed,” you said, moaning as he nodded, his thumb going to your clit. rubbing softly, he watched in amazement.

“taste her, gaara,” you moaned, as his tongue was immediately on your clit. his eyes full of concentration, as he grabbed your thighs, pulling you closer.

kissing your glistening clit, before hungrily consuming her. he moaned lowly, his fingers pressing into your thighs. removing his hat, your fingers found their way to his red tresses, running through softly. your eyes could hardly stay open, as his tongue repeatedly lapped over your pussy.

furrowing your eyebrows, you whined lowly, repeating ‘i’m close’, in a whispered rush, the orgasm escaping, as your leg began shaking.

your hand was pressed against your mouth, as you tried your best to conceal your moan. sucking onto your clit, a giggle slipped out of your mouth. pulling away, he quickly licked his lips, before standing — red in the face.

“what do you think of her?” you asked him, wiping he juice from his cheek.

“she’s perfect,” he blushed profusely.

[hemlock-reads]

What would Ghost, Gaz, Soap, price, könig and Phillip graves do while you’re sick?

Ghost gets really worried when his S/O gets sick. He’s especially worried when you don’t get sick often. He doesn’t really show it through facial expression. He’s obviously always wearing a stone cold face. It’s his body language you need to look at. You can tell he’s worried by the way his clench and unclench his hands. The way he holds your hand gently. His hands clammy with sweat. His body betrays him when he’s around you. Hes by your side as much as he can be. You need a glass of water to soothe your itchy throat? He’s up and getting it for you. He’s also making you herbal tea and forcing you to take medicine. He doesn’t care how gross it tastes. You will feel better when you take it.

Johnny would lay in bed with you and share your sickness. If you’re sick he’s sick. He catches it no matter what because he can’t help but be around you. He doesn’t leave your side for one second. Only leaving to grab essentials to take care of you and himself. Will likely lay there and hold you, whispering praises into your ear. Calling you his sick boy/girl/partner. When your all cured it would be your turn taking care of him because wouldn’t you know it? He’s sick too. Sick and giddy that his sweet partner is taking care of him.

As soon as price hears that ugly cough come from your throat. It’s over for you. You will not be leaving the house anytime soon. Nope! You need to go to work? You get forced to call in sick. He will not have his partner “sucking it up” and going to work sick. He’s made that a bad habit and he doesn’t want you doing that. You need to go shopping? He’s doing it for you. He will cook you a nice warm homemade soup that his mother showed him. His mother would give it to him when he was sick so it’s about time he does the same for you. Watches and cuddles with you watching movies. He wants to make sure you’re ok. Will text you all day if he has to work.

Now Kyle. I’m sorry but he doesn’t just take care of you. He smothers you. As soon as he sees you absolutely dead (his words not mine) he’s up and getting everything sorted for today. He makes you breakfast. Cuts up some fruit to make a bowel because having extra vitamins and essential nutrients will help your immune system fight off the sickness. If you don’t really want fruit he’ll have you drink organic orange juice. Freshly squeezed because you know he has a juice processor. The pulp is good for you he would say. Happily watching you drink and eat. You’re not leaving that bed anytime soon.

König would get up for work and look at you. The same he does everyday before work. He will notice right away the sweat that’s formed on your forehead. The way your breathing is ragged. The way your brows pinch as you sleep. He would call into his work and tell them he’s sick. He’s not coming in today because he has to take care of you. He needs to take care of you. That’s his job as a partner and he knows you’d do the same for him. He will prepare a nice breakfast for you. He had to look up what kind of breakfast would be best for when you’re sick. He’s there when you wake up, his hand on your cheek. Sympathy for his partner in his eyes.

Phillip graves would probably tease you a bit. Not in a mean way (even though sometimes he is mean when he teases). He just wants to cheer you up a bit, see you smile. On the inside he is a mother and deathly worried for your health. He doesn’t say anything. He continues teasing you but his touches are softer than usual. He acts as if you’re going to break the second he touches you or you do anything. You’re essentially chained to the bed. Not allowed to leave unless it’s to the bathroom. He trusts his shadow company to run without him first a few days. He’s not going anywhere until he knows you feel better. He just wants to see you smile again. Not the sick one you give him.

(Yes I’m down bad for graves. Also I don’t see a lot of graves appreciation lol)

[ruruumin]

15 - underlying meaning

today was a warm and sunny day. the clouds were out of sight and the sun was beating down on your skin. it felt a little too perfect. you sat on the outside tables in front of magnolia, sipping on your drink while you and collei waited for nilou and aether to return with snacks. she was wearing a pretty, white lace sundress and birch-wood cardigan over it. cute and simple, the best way to describe collei and her radiant smile. 

she raises her hand towards you, speaking to you through sign language. 'has been a long time. you and aether have been busy.'

you wave her off with your hand, a sigh coming out of your throat. “yeah, i’m sorry about that. i’ve just been caught up with so much stuff that i’ve been losing track of time. i’ve been showing up to class later than i’d like, and on some days i just end up skipping entirely.”

she gives you a reassuring smile. 'i’m not disappointed. last week i've been finishing my lab. but that sounds bad. wanna talk?'

you stare down at your drink, pondering if its worth telling collei the truth. how would she react to your interaction with alhaitham? hey my ex-boyfriend who broke up with me over text, suddenly shows up at the same cafe as aether's date. and he proposed that we work together so they can get together. god, when you say it like that, it's awful.

you lock your jaw. she’s never met him, only heard about him in passing through aether and nilou. maybe she’d give you an unbiased point of view. you know aether has a strong disliking for the silver-haired man. nilou had classes with him before, thought he was just quiet, until she heard about what he did to you. collei could give you the most unbiased opinion out of everyone.

and despite this rationality, you aren’t sure. you don’t want to worry the rest of your friends. you don’t want to bring up your love life anymore than you did in the past. you still remember the night aether called you, the way your voice cracked and trembled as you sobbed uncontrollably, and how nilou and collei stood on the sidelines, unsure of what to do. they gave you the space you needed. you just don’t know if you want to go through that heartache again. let alone put your friends through it.

your thoughts were cut short when nilou approaches the table, smiling and waving to collei. “when is the last time we met up like this?” she asks, crunching on the crisp exterior of her taiyaki. the custard filling was warm and sweet. and she was thankful to have had the day off today because she couldn’t take eating another dessert filled with extra sugary strawberry fillings. 

both of them sat down at the table and you were quick to grab your snack. aether sat beside you while collei and nilou stayed close. 

“it must be tough having to help a certain someone with his suspiciously good love life.” her eyes trailed over to aether, who was absentmindedly sipping from his straw. he was pretending to daydream in a middle of a conversation.

“are you talking to me?” he replies, jokingly rubbing the inside of his ear with his pinky. “wow isn’t this matcha the best thing ever? so good, i can’t believe i didn’t try this sooner, (name) you should totally order this instead of your jasmine milk tea 75% sugar and less ice.”

“okay, you did not have to say my entire order out loud,” you roll your eyes. your reply causes him to pinch your thigh, a yelp coming out of your mouth before you slap his hand. 

“you’re such an ass!”

collei smiles, 'aether needs help, no? two months ago, he almost dated ayaka. he's been through many relationships. what makes kaveh so different?'

aether places his head down on the cool, glass table, mumbling, “well hes the only person i didnt have to help or save, so it just feels different having someone like you without you doing shit for them… or whatever.” 

“she can’t read your lips if you put your head down,” you say, pinching his ear, “i can’t quite hear you, want to speak up big boy?”

he straightens out his back, looking at you with a twitch in his eye, he speaks slower so collei could pick up on his words. “he’s the only person i didn’t help. so it feels different having someone care about you without them being in debt to you. it’s just… different.”

“besides, we should be questioning you instead. you should be the embarrassed one. if i saw my ex out in the wild i would have punched him square in the face. don’t tell me you got too swept up in his pretty looks to say anything rude?”

“oh yeah? how come you didn’t do it when you saw scaramouche? that guy treated you like shit when you first met and then he cozied up to you on my couch! my couch!”

“well he’s a changed man, if anything, i fixed him!”

“i don’t think having sex on my couch counts as therapy!”

“we did not have sex, only heavy make outs. and look whos talking, remember when you were in the backseat of my car with albedo?” 

nilou lets out a long, exhausted sigh. she forgot that everytime they go out together, she should expect a bit of bickering between you and aether. and while it may annoy or confuse other people outside of your group, she and collei know how charming it can be sometimes. she hasn’t seen a pair so close before. you and aether have some sort of freakish telepathic connection that lets you know what’s wrong with each other (if only this extended to arguments, the world would be at peace).

“don’t think i didn’t hear those face-sucking noises of yours! shame! shame on you!”

you gasp, “how dare you slutshame me!” 

“fuck you i hope when you order your jasmine milk tea 75% sugar with less ice they give you more ice and more sugar!” 

“now that’s going too far!”

collei taps on the glass table with her nail, knocking you and aether out of your petty banter. 'stop fighting, especially not in public. kaveh might see!' aether looked back at you before letting out a huff. you both roll your eyes while murmuring apologies under your throats, knowing well on the car ride back it’ll continue. the effort was enough to make collei clap in glee though.

so what happened between kaveh and aether? it sounds like it went well but i need the inside scoop.

“nothing really, i don’t think you missed much collei,” returning back to the topic at hand, you stir your drink with a straw. “they had their first ‘date’ at nilou’s cafe. they probably talked about how boring aether’s outfit was because he wasn’t wearing that yellow sweater vest. things were going well until…” 

nilou nudges your elbow, “he showed up.”

'he? you mean...' collei looks up at you with concern laced in her eyes, 'he did what?'

“more like said,” aether interrupts. “did he apologize about what he did to you last year? or should i be the one to beat his ass for you?”

'no fighting!' collei waves.

“look, he didn’t say anything, really.” you force a smile. “we just talked about school. caught up a little bit and that was it. besides, as much as i want him to apologize to me, i know that won’t happen. he’s not that type of person.”

“i don’t know (name)...” nilou presses her lips in a thin line.

collei pats your hand, giving you the same warm look she always had in her eyes. 'everything will be okay. we are here, if you need. don't worry.'

aether, on the other hand, doesn’t seem quite as convinced. his eyes were laser focused on the crinkling of your nose and the distant expression you had. he’s known you long enough to tell that the absent stirring was a sign there was something more. he doesn’t want to put you on the spot with collei and nilou, but he can’t help it. he feels as if there is something on between you and alhaitham that he doesn’t know about.

and the thought makes his stomach drop. 

you continue with the conversation as normal, laughing about how aether needs your help out of everyone for love. you talk about how disappointed you were not being able to see him dress up more. nilou is still chewing on the tail of her taiyaki while collei nods to your story.

aether is biting the inside of his cheek, listening as a good friend would. he needs to stay focus on the conversation. he shouldn’t think too hard about it. if you said it was just school, then it should be left like that. there is nothing going on between you and alhaitham.

and if there was… what would he do?

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[asterafroditis]

𐔌 . ⋮ still the same .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆Deuce Spade x gn! reader

𓏵 644 words

ᝰ.ᐟ 3rd Person POV, no pronouns used, established relationship with reader, angst, hurt/no comfort

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ᝰ.ᐟ masterlist

Deuce had promised himself he wouldn’t be like this anymore.

Not after everything his mom had done for him. Not after all the effort he put into changing. Not after he told you—swore to you—that he was different now.

But the blood on his knuckles tells a different story.

The night air is sharp, cutting through the lingering heat of the day, but Deuce barely feels it. His heartbeat is a hammer in his ears, drowning out everything except the sickening replay of what just happened. He breathes in, breathes out—tries to steady himself—but his hands are still shaking. His fists clench and unclench, aching from the force of his punch.

His stomach churns.

He messed up.

He messed up so bad.

And the worst part? You saw it all.

You're still standing there, just a few feet away, frozen in place. He doesn’t have to look at you to know what’s in your eyes. Shock. Fear. Maybe even disgust.

And why wouldn’t you be disgusted? You just watched your boyfriend lose his temper—just watched him throw a punch, wild and reckless, just like the delinquent he used to be. The delinquent he swore he wasn’t anymore.

But he was.

Because when that guy—some random, arrogant bastard—ran his mouth about you, about how you weren’t “worth the trouble,” something inside Deuce snapped. He didn’t think. He didn’t stop. He just reacted.

And now the guy was on the ground, groaning, and Deuce’s hand was shaking from the force of the impact.

He can still hear the words in his head, sneering and cruel. “Why do you even waste your time with them? You could do so much better.”

Deuce had barely processed what was said before his vision turned red. And now? Now he’s standing here, breathing too hard, staring at his own trembling hands, realizing—

He’s still the same.

Still the short-tempered, violent thug he swore he wouldn’t be. Still the stupid, hotheaded delinquent who solves problems with his fists.

Still the person his mom used to cry over late at night, wondering where she went wrong.

A lump forms in his throat, thick and suffocating.

He doesn’t deserve to be here. Doesn’t deserve to stand next to you like this.

You finally move, stepping closer, hesitant. “Deuce—”

“Don’t.” His voice is hoarse. Rough.

Your eyes widen at the sharpness in his tone.

He swallows hard, forcing himself to meet your gaze. He expects anger. Expects hurt. Expects you to tell him you don’t want anything to do with him anymore.

Instead, you look… worried.

That makes it worse.

He shakes his head, stepping back. “I promised I wouldn’t be like this anymore.” His hands clench at his sides, nails digging into his palms. “I told you I was different.”

He laughs bitterly—at himself, at his own weakness. “But look at me. I haven’t changed at all, have I?”

“Deuce, that’s not—”

“Yes, it is.” His voice cracks. “I—I hit someone. I lost my temper, just like before. I told myself I wouldn’t, but I did, and—” He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. “I’m not any better than I used to be.”

Silence.

You take another step forward, and he takes another step back.

He can’t let you say something comforting. Can’t let you tell him it’s okay, that you understand, that you forgive him.

Because he doesn’t deserve to be forgiven.

He inhales, fists trembling at his sides. “I think you should stay away from me.”

Your breath catches. “What?”

“I mean it.” His throat burns. “You… You deserve better than this. Better than me.”

“Deuce, I—”

“Just go.” He closes his eyes, jaw clenched so hard it aches. “Before I drag you down with me.”

The words taste like bile, like regret, like self-hatred. But he means them.

Because he’s not good enough.

And he never will be.