#INSTANTLY tiredness and exhaustion gone

[jgracie]

DELICATE — PERCY + DAUGHTER OF PSYCHE

masterlist | rules

❝ do u think u could write a percy x daughter of psyche reader headcannons, maybe one where shes super emotional bc psyches the goddess of the soul and stuff 🤍🤍 ❞ — anon

in which percy dates a daughter of psyche

pairing percy jackson x psyche!reader

warnings none

on the radio . . . delicate (taylor swift)

“Y/N, can you help with something?” Piper said as she barged in your cabin

Being Psyche’s only child, you got pretty lonely watching everyone else interact with their siblings. Luckily, the Aphrodite cabin decided to ‘adopt’ you, seeing as you had your emotional intuition in common

That’s how you became good friends with Piper, and how you ended up in this position: being dragged out of the comfort of your cabin and all the way to the beach

Proudly presenting you to the boy you recognised to be Percy, son of Poseidon, Piper said, “Y/N's a daughter of Psyche, she can help!”

You looked at Piper, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “I can help with what?” 

Percy answered for her, “this hippocampus is in pain and won’t tell me anything. I inspected it for cuts or anything like that, but she looks fine!” You didn’t need to hear him to tell he was exhausted. His aura had spots of dark red signifying his tiredness

You gave Percy a smile, channelling all of calmness in yourself as you said, “it’ll be okay, I’ll take a look.” You were glad to see it work - the red spots lessening. Using your voice to influence people’s emotions was something you were still working with Piper on 

As soon as you got near the hippocampus, you knew what was up. Once you got it to relax, you told them, “she’s not hurt, she’s pregnant.”

After that day, you started hanging out with Percy more. Well, if you called ‘doing occasional checkups on Sweetie the hippocampus’ hanging out. 

The two of you, along with Will Solace from Apollo, guided the hippocampus through her pregnancy. You read her emotions and Will administered the necessary medical support

Percy was just there because he’s a child of Poseidon and the hippocampi really wanted their lord to be there, as they believed it’d bless the child

When Sweetie finally gave birth, you couldn’t help but be a little disappointed. You really enjoyed spending time with Percy, and now you didn’t have an excuse to

Could you just ask him to hang out? Sure, he’d probably agree. But you wouldn’t do that. Stuff like this is really delicate to you, and needs to be treated with utmost care

Luckily, he did the asking for you

“Y/N!” Percy yelled. It had been a day since Sweetie gave birth, what could Percy possibly need from you?

You turned, “is Sweetie okay?” Ever since that day at the beach, you’d grown really attached to the hippocampus, and would hate to hear that something had gone wong

Much to your relief, Percy said, “Sweetie’s fine, I just wanted to thank you. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have even known she was pregnant. Do you wanna get ice cream with me later today? My treat.”

Your smile widened and warmth flooded your heart, “sure, Percy, I’d love that.”

The ice cream broke the ice between you and Percy, and soon enough you were laughing as if you’d been friends your whole lives. For someone who isn’t a child of Psyche or Aphrodite, Percy was pretty good with people

Your issue is that he’s too good. When he’d shoot you one of his handsome grins, or gently pull you into his chest as you’re about to bump into someone, or check you for scrapes after a game of capture the flag, you couldn’t help but fall in love 

However, he was so oblivious. Every time you read his aura, you were disappointed at the lack of pink in it. How could he still see you as a friend? 

Confused, you decided to consult the Aphrodite cabin

Another night, another sleepover at the Aphrodite cabin. From the perfume samples to the face masks, you loved it all

Clapping her hands, Piper sat on the floor next to you, completing the circle. Instantly, all of her siblings stopped talking, “we have something to discuss. Y/N, if you will.”

“So, I like Percy–” you heard squeals from all directions. Piper shushed them, “continue.”

“I like Percy, but I don’t think he likes me back. He does things for me - things that I associate with romance - but every time I read his aura, there’s nothing,” you sighed

The circle was silent as the Aphrodite kids thought of solutions to your issue. After a minute, a girl piped up, “have you done anything to show that you like him?” 

“Oh yeah, I gave him one of my chocolates yesterday.” Instantly, you felt judged, “I don’t do that for anyone,” you added

The girl next to you turned and placed her hands on your shoulders, “that’s the issue, Y/N. Sure, to you that's the epitome of romance, but it's a little too subtle for most people, babe. You’ve got to really show him you like him! If you do, then he’ll start thinking of you romantically, y’know?”

By the morning, you made your decision. You’d show Percy that you liked him

Meanwhile, Percy scarfed down yet another potion, grimacing at the taste

You see, Percy liked you too. But he was smart. He knew you’d be able to tell immediately if he liked you, since his aura would give his feelings away. So, what’d he do? He begged asked the Hecate cabin for a potion that’ll hide his aura

Considering you hadn’t said anything about it so far, he thought it worked

He felt bad lying to you, but he couldn’t have you knowing, not yet. Percy wanted to plan the perfect confession, and he couldn’t do that with your powers at play

With his aura concealed, Percy left his cabin. He was going to head to breakfast when he found you sitting at the steps of Cabin 3

"What’re you doing here?” Percy said, startling you. You were too nervous to knock on his door, so you opted to wait for him to leave his cabin instead

Taking a deep breath, you said, “Percy, there’s this movie I really wanted to see, and I was wondering if you wanted to see it… together?” You took his hand and looked down at your feet, too scared to check his aura

“Sure! Do you wanna come to mine or should I go to yours?” Percy replied, blushing. If this didn’t scream the fact that you liked him, he didn’t know what did

You looked up. His aura was the same - yellow, meaning friendship. You felt yourself tear up and ran, hoping he didn’t get suspicious

He did, of course. Percy chased after you until you got tired and he could finally catch up, “what’s wrong, Y/N?”

You snapped. You were getting sick of all of this, “I’ll tell you what’s wrong, Percy! I’ve been trying to figure you out for weeks! You always do romantic things for me but your aura’s still yellow, and it hurts, Percy, so I’d really appreciate it if you stopped leading me on!”

Percy felt like such an idiot. He explained that he did like you and the yellow aura was just because of the potion he got from the Hecate kids

Since you still had some doubts, he dragged you to the Hecate cabin and asked them to give him a potion that’d reverse the effects of the first one

As soon as he downed that one, his aura turned bright pink

True love

You started dating soon after. That night, you watched the romance movie you’d picked out and Percy held you as you cried about how cute the couple is

You can’t hide your emotions from Percy. Just because he can’t read auras, doesn’t mean he can’t tell when his favourite girl’s feeling down!

Whenever someone even thinks to tease you for being sensitive and emotional, Percy immediately gives them a lecture, telling them he’s sorry they don't have half your emotional complexity

He’s always asking you to read his aura, since he's very curious. It barely changes when he’s around you, almost always mostly pink 

You still tell him though and he gets this super proud look on his face and it’s really cute 

You’re really glad you have Percy because now you have someone to rant to about all the media you consume and how it makes you feel. Sometimes he spaces out because your voice is so soothing, but he makes up for it

You two are PDA central. Percy also has lots of feelings, so you always have to be touching in some way

You told him your mom's sacred animal is the butterfly once and now whenever he sees one he instantly thinks of you

“Oh my Gods Y/N is watching over me!” “Percy that’s a moth” 

Every day Percy thanks Piper and her mother for letting you guys cross paths, because your path and his are forever intertwined now

[nickfowlerrr]

missing you

pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. smut. fluff. unprotected sex. mention of stretch marks. & just like the teeny tiniest bit of angst.

words: 2.2k

notes: this is me trying to decompress after an absolutely abysmal week. enjoy.

thank you in advance for reading and reblogging. feedback and comments are always welcome and so appreciated. 🩵

Your back aches as you trudge into your room, passing your roommate sitting in the living room on your way inside without a word before hiding yourself away.

You toe off your shoes and throw your bag on the futon, then toss your phone on the bed.

Your room is dark, the only hint of light is the glow of your television you’d forgotten to turn off before leaving for work this morning.

You don’t bother with the light as you rid yourself of your jeans.

All you want in this moment… all you want is to be held.

Your body is worn and you are just so. damn. tired.

You get into bed and bury your face in the pillows as you feel your eyes start to well with the emotions you’ve been trying to brush off all week. It’s all catching up to you and you know you need the release, so instead of fighting off the tears you allow them to flow unbidden. You can’t pinpoint one exact thing that has you feeling so lousy and that feels even worse. But you know it’s really not that complicated. You’re just tired. Mentally, physically, and emotionally.

You have nothing else to give and you know no one has anything to offer right now.

So you’ll just lie here. For as long as you want to, for as long as you can. You’ll cry, you’ll watch some tv, you’ll sleep, and all the while you’ll be missing the one person who would be able to make you feel even the slightest bit better.

You let the tears flow, muffling your cries into your pillow as your thoughts float to him, your heart desperately longing for him.

You wish he was here. More than anything.

You were already exhausted and the crying only added to your tiredness. You were soon sleeping with your body pressed against the cool wall next to your bed, your body pillow in between as you fell swiftly into a deep sleep.

There's a heavy weight around you as you murmur groggily and try to roll over, to no avail.

You blink your eyes open to the darkness that shrouds your room as you try to gain your bearings.

What the hell is going on?

It's not till you move your arm that you brush against the heavy weight keeping you in place.

You know it's him instantly. The warmth of his body hugging yours is all at once familiar and comforting.

You run your thumb soothingly up and down the part of his arm your hand rests on as you hum contentedly, your eyes shutting on their own.

You recognize his legs tangled with your as you both lay on your sides, your back to his firm chest.

There's a purr that sounds from Bucky's chest before he tightens his arm around you, keeping you close. "Hey, sweetheart," he whispers sleepily in your ear as he nuzzles into you.

You smile into the dark as you lean back into him. His large hand is splayed over your tummy and he lets his fingers drag back and forth over your softness, tickling you a bit as he does.

His fingers dance over some of your stretch marks as he continues his languid touching.

"You're here," you whisper back quietly with a small, sleepy smile, knowing he can hear you just fine. "I thought you said next week,"

"Got back early," he responds, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. "Wanted to surprise you. Your roommate let me in. I don't think either of us were expecting you to be asleep at 8pm on a Friday," he laughs softly, though you can hear the hint of concern and care that laces his voice - you can feel it in his gentle touch and protective hold. You can feel his love in all of it, too. He'd only been gone a week, but it was still too long. You've missed this so much; you've missed him.

"Tired," you murmur, not wanting to get into the details of your week right now, or what the real reason you were dead to the world so early tonight was. You simply wanted to just be there with him. To feel him.

He presses his lips to your temple sweetly before mumbling a soft "okay," against your skin. Letting it go for now.

"Tomorrow," he adds just loud enough so he knows you hear him.

You reach your hand up and brush his face clumsily before your fingers find their way into his hair, threading through the long dark strands. He lets you lead his face closer to yours as he leans into you. He can see better than you can in the dark and easily finds your lips, knowing that's what you were wanting.

You wiggle up against him to meet him in the kiss and he can't help the soft moan that slips past his lips as your ass brushes against him.

You tug on his hair ever so gently, teasingly as he kisses you again, deeper this time. His hand is gripping your hip tighter now as you press yourself more firmly to him.

It's then you realize Bucky has been sleeping next to you in nothing but his boxers while you're in nothing but a thong and your bra.

"Missed you," you mutter against his lips. You let go of his hair and slip your hand back down while you turn back facing the wall once more. You adjust your position, your ass flush to his half hard cock that's growing in his boxers, before tilting your head back on his chest. "Need you," you whisper breathily.

Bucky already has one leg between yours, but he decides to move back to get his boxers completely off before he pulls your sky blue thong down your thick thighs. Both pairs of underwear are tossed to the floor as he gets back to you, snuggling up to you as he places kisses all over your shoulder, up your neck, to your cheek.

You sigh as you feel his erection against your ass and bend your top leg up while jutting your bottom leg back, opening yourself up for him.

Bucky grips his stiff cock in his flesh hand before guiding his tip to your slick entrance, already so wet for him.

You moan softly in tandem as he presses just into you, stilling as your walls throb around his thick, bulbous head. He grunts quietly, knowing you have to keep your voices down. He restrains himself and makes a mental note to take you back to his place first thing in the morning. Soon as he gets the copy of his key he's been waiting on, he's hoping you'll say yes when he asks you to move in and you'll never have to stifle those pretty little noises you always make for him ever again.

He slowly pushes into you, deeper, and deeper. He's taking his time as you squeeze him desperately, making sure you feel each and every inch of him inside of you.

When Bucky is seated fully in your tight pussy, he slowly, achingly slowly, slides right back out of you. Not fully though, as his tip stays nestled inside your warmth before he slides back in, rubbing and rutting against you perfectly and hitting that special spot just right, over and over again as he fucks you nice and slow and deep.

It's so nice.. it feels so. fucking. good. Tears spring to your eyes at the compounding feelings. Bucky is making you feel incredible, and you've missed him so much, and you just never want this to end.

When his cock is deep inside of you again, you touch back your hand to his hip as his pelvis is flush to your ass and urge him to move faster. He pulls out slightly before he fucks back into you harder, the soft slapping of his skin against yours is all that can be heard as you stifle your moans and whimpers with your hand over your mouth and he bites into his lip, breathing out through his nose with his labored breaths.

He slams into you more and more forcefully as his hand crawls down your stomach, down your pelvis and his fingers find your sensitive clit while his heavy balls slap against you with his every thrust, turning you on even more. He rubs at you gently, teasingly, at first before he circles your clit with perfect pressure as you gasp sharply, and your walls tighten around his cock even more.

Bucky is chasing your highs as he doesn't let up for a second. You know he's close by how desperate he's getting, and it only gets you closer. Faster, harder, more erratic as he loses his rhythm slightly..

Another slam of his hips and a guttural moan that slips past his defenses as he hits you just right has your whole body suddenly tensing and your toes curling as your legs shake from the white-hot pleasure that shoots through you in waves of cascading, overwhelming ecstasy. You don't make a sound as you're hardly breathing through the mind-blowing orgasm, made all the better as you feel Bucky still when he buries himself fully in your cunt and releases inside of you, his cum shooting along your walls and filling you up. You're dripping his seed as he thrusts a few more times, the wet squelching has you hot all over as he fucks it back into you.

"Fuck," he breathes, sounding surprised with himself. "You're gonna be leaking me for days, princess," he speaks hotly into your ear before he brushes his lips along your soft cheek. "And you took it so well." Another kiss. "You always take me so well," he says proudly with the corner of his lips up twitched in a smirk. Another kiss as his hand returns to your hip and he rubs you lovingly.

"You feel so good, I just wanna stay here," he punctuates with a soft thrust of his cock along your still sensitive walls.

You mewl quietly at the feeling and at the thought of him staying exactly where he is. He's right, it feels good. You'll never get over how amazing it is, how perfect it feels to be full of him. You love it.

"Then stay like this," you say, though it comes out like a plea as you pull his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers as you rest them on your tummy.

"Yeah?" he asks. "You wanna keep me warm? Missed me that much?" he teases playfully as he holds you close.

"I always miss you," you tell him. "Anytime you're away, I'm missing you. More than you could ever imagine."

Bucky feels like mush at your words, cuddling you tighter as a tension he'd been carrying since last week somehow eases at your reassurance. That you did miss him. That you do want him. That you do love him.

He feels like the luckiest man in the world to have your affection, and your heart. Every time he leaves you, he leaves a piece of himself with you. And he never feels quite whole until he's with you again. Especially like this. With you in his arms, your hand in his, in peace. Loving, blissful, peace.

"I'm always missing you right back," he whispers before kissing your head softly. "I love you."

"I love you. more than anything."

"More than everything," he responds as he feels your breathing changing with your sleepiness.

He smiles to himself, almost can't believe how easily you're about to fall asleep as his cock is still nestled snug along your velvety walls.

"Sleep, doll. I'll be right here in the morning. Pack some stuff and we can have the weekend to ourselves at my place, yeah?"

"Yeah," you smile sleepily. "That's perfect," you nearly slur, the words heavy on your tongue as you speak them. “‘M so glad you’re here, Buck.”

Bucky waits until he's sure you're asleep again to pull out of you, as carefully as he can manage.

As hot as the sight is, he doesn't want you to wake up in an uncomfortable sticky mess. He makes his way quietly to the bathroom where he relieves himself before cleaning up, then returns to you to clean you up, too.

He wipes away his spend and the cooling mess of your combined releases along your skin before placing soft kisses along your thighs, trailing his lips lightly over your plump cheeks, then along you hip before trialing them up your side, his fingers following suit as he sidles his body up behind you, returning his hold on you once more. Your bodies are flush as he keeps you close. He'll never get over how soft you are, how perfect you feel in his arms, beneath his touch.

You're everything he's ever wanted, everything he's ever dreamed of. And the fact that you return his feelings, that you love him, it means everything. You haven't even been together for a year yet, but as he gazes down at your beautiful sleeping form through the dark of the room, Bucky just knows it.

He's gonna spend the rest of his life loving you. If he's lucky enough, he'll get to spend all that time with you, too.

And he can’t wait.

[ametrictonofaudacity]

Bonds 2

Yandere Platonic Batfam x Trans!Masc Reader

Warnings: mentions of kidnapping/captivity, manipulation, non-consensual touching (cuddles), general yandere themes. Reader has been pretty thoroughly conditioned in this, posted non-chronologically.

There is the soft sound of cracking flames and breathing filling the room, a thick, almost heavy heat that sinks into your bones and makes it hard to think. The logs had long since almost burned themselves out, casting a low, red light over the entire room, a far cry from the cheery yellow it had been not three hours before. Everything is dim and soft, the shadows jumping and dancing when the flames sputter and lick up the logs, refusing to die out.

You hum, sleepy and tired, and turn your head. It’s late, late enough that you wonder when the grandfather clock was going to swing open and let your siblings back into the Manor. Soon, you think. You hoped. It was exhausting, waiting up for them when you didn’t operate on the same schedule they did, unused to pulling long nights without rest and the intense exhaustion that came with what they did.

You huff, pushing the blanket off yourself. The heat was almost stifling, almost uncomfortable, and you lament the fact that you were allowed to open the windows. One gust of Gotham’s wind, biting and chilling and so very dangerous to those who either didn’t know to get out of it in the winter months or couldn’t, would bring relief right away, cool the room down instantly. It used to do the same to your old apartment, even if you hadn’t wanted it to. Wormed it’s way into the cracks and crevices around the windows, whistled loudly as it battered against the door.

Wayne Manor didn’t have that issue. You’re still adjusting to it.

The clock dongs, and you groan, turning your head over to look at it. Fuck, it was late. Late enough you should have gone to bed hours ago, but the silent Manor was almost eerie, the lack of your siblings or Father almost disturbing. Alfred was in the Cave, where you weren’t allowed anyways, monitoring the comms. And you, most likely, now that you thought about it.

The grandfather clock swings open.

You push yourself up, and there’s a strange mix of relief and anxiety in your chest. While you hadn’t, technically, been breaking any rules, you weren’t supposed to be up this late.

It’s Bruce who comes through the entrance first. There’s a heavy exhaustion written all over him, a tiredness that makes your chest twist with something that feels like worry and just might be. Your eyes skim him for injury, for blood, whether it was his or someone else’s.

“You’re not supposed to be up this late.” He frowns, all severe lines and frowns.

“It’s too quite. I couldn’t sleep.” You say, and that makes his shoulders soften, the sternness melting away into something softer, more sympathetic. He sighs, then pulls back his cowl.

“Right. I’m sorry we had to leave you home alone, it was all hands on deck tonight.” He apologizes, like leaving you home alone in the Manor is some great sin he had committed. It was fine. You just weren’t used to the quiet.

“It’s fine, Dad.”

You assure, and he hums. He doesn’t believe you, you know, but he doesn’t press.

The shadows in entrance to the cave shift, just slightly, and Cass melts into your view. You had never figured out how your older sister did that, melted in and out shadow like she belonged in them, but she had startled you more times than you could count doing that. Part of you thought she found it funny.

“Why don’t you let me put a movie on?” You offer, tilting your head. They were always exhausted after patrol, nearly always put on some nostalgic, gentle movie after a long night. You were pretty sure it helped them unwind after a harsh night. It would help you. It had helped you, after fights with them over things that weren’t important and nights when you hadn’t been able to think about anything other than freedom.

“Did you stay up for us? You know you have a bed time, yeah, baby bat?” Dick teases, and you hadn’t even seen him come up, too focused on Cass and Bruce.

“I do not, actually. Y’all just worry I don’t sleep enough.” You huff, batting his hand away gently. He grins, dragging you towards him. It’s not careful, there’s strength behind it, but not enough to hurt.

“That’s because you take after the old man and don’t sleep damn near enough.” Jason scoffs, coming up the stairs and into the room. Tim follows, then Steph and Damian. The only person missing was Duke, but Duke was at his uncles, out of state.

“Okay, well, do you want this stupid movie on or not?” You huff, annoyed. Dick still had you trapped against him, and you knew that wasn’t changing any time soon, so you resign yourself to another night of being forcibly cuddled until you fell asleep. If you were particularly unlucky Tim would manage to cling to you like an octopus and fall asleep, in which case you wouldn’t be able to move for the next day without fear of disclosing him, because any time Tim fell asleep he suddenly developed a death grip and a complete inability to wake up unless a bomb goes off.

“I’ll put it on! It was my turn to pick anyway, no matter what Jason says.” Steph volunteers, flicking the tv on and scrolling through the movies so quickly you barely even have time to look at the titles.

“Slow down, Blondie, fuck.” Jason grumbles, squinting at the screen in annoyance. “My concussion may be gone but that shits annoying.”

“You got a concussion?” You can’t help the barely hidden alarm in your voice. You can’t help it. It wasn’t like Jason had any brain cells he could risk losing, for one, with all the extensive head trauma he had already gotten, and for two, you were ninety percent sure he wasn’t supposed to be looking at a screen after getting one.

“Minor concussion. Practically babies first concussion. ‘Sides, Alfie already checked me out and deemed me a-okay.”

“He’s also benched for the next two days.” Bruce tells you dryly, and you snort.

“You’re as bad as Tim.” The puffed up offense is entirely warranted, and you laugh as he drags you against him, tugging you out of Dick’s grip. Dick pouts, predictably, and you snort, amused. Sometimes your older brother was just a little pathetic.

“Oh, bullshit.”

He snorts, settling into the couch. You end up curled between him and Bruce, and Dick pouts again, before he crawls across the top of the couch, splaying himself out to be in contact with all three of you. It’s borderline uncomfortable to look at, a delicate balancing act that came so naturally to him.

“We’re watching The Devil Wears Prada.” Steph announces. “Because we haven’t seen it in forever.”

“We watched it just the other night!” Jason argues, even as the movie starts to play. You settle further into Bruce’s side, who curls an arm around you lightly as he watches your siblings bicker.

“Fuck you, you don’t hear me complaining everytime you want to watch Little Women!” Steph shoots back, and you laugh.

“That is a goddamn masterpiece, you shut the fuck up. It’s way better than fucking- this shit!” Jason argues, almost genuinely offended.

“Shouldn’t you be intervening?” You stage whisper to Bruce, who shoots you an almost conspiratorial look.

“They don’t listen to me anyways.” You laugh, and it’s nice. Happy.

The sound of the movie and bickering and bodies shifting around each other is calming. Familiar. At some point you drift off, and you wake up to the familiar sensation of being carried in warm arms, safe and secure.

You hum, letting them tuck you in carefully, press a kiss to your forehead. You wouldn’t have, months ago, but now it was something long familiar. Welcomed, even.

You can’t remember what changed. You think you were glad it did.

[winterwhisperz-blog]

Hey ☽ ! I loved reading your recent ask posts and wanted to know if you could write something with a MC (gn or male whatever makes you more comfortable) filling their sketchbook with drawings of Ais or Kuras (or both if you're inspired enough) and them reacting to it, please ?👉🏽👈🏽 Cute bonus if they draw small details only an attentive observer would notice hehe 👀

Thanks have great day ! >:)

EEEEEEE! Yes!! This is such a cute idea so tysm for the ask !! Also tysm im so happy you liked the other headcanons, and I hope you have a great day too !! <3

ALR

LES GET STARTED

Ais And Kuras Reacting to an Mc’s Sketches of them

Warnings: None 😙 —though Ais does get a lil flirty in his

Notes: Gn Mc, fluff, maybe OOC but imma try my best— also not proof-read

Ais

ALR ALR ALR SO

This one is kinda inspired by that one scene in across the spiderverse- because I’m also kinda obsessed with that movie—

Things have come up, things that have been taking you from Ais for longer than comfortable. You miss his laugh, smile, the way his eyes roam over yours and how he speaks and just generally -exists-

So one night, when you need comfort, you get out your sketchbook and pencil, and just start drawing. You don’t mean to draw him at first, but suddenly the lines start to sharpen into his features, his smile looking back at you through the paper

Suddenly your filling up pages of pages of just random Ais sketches. Him petting Princess, him lounging about his cave, you even chuckle to yourself when you draw the first time you ever saw him. (You casually name that one: The Bastard—lmao)

When you finally meet Ais again, and have gone back to your usual routine of hanging out—he’s settled nearby, a few smaller soulless nestled into his lap.

It’s definitely something you don’t want to forget—and thankfully, you’ve got your sketchbook with you.

As your sketching, you’re trying to be sneaky, keeping your glances to a minimum. But your eyes tend to linger, capturing the strands of black hair that shifts to white, the sharp red eyes, the -tired- red sharp eyes.

No one really notices the tiredness in them, but you do. Along with every thought and voice that parades endlessly behind their ruby curtains.

They’re kind, but haunted—exhausted.

But they always still light up when seeing you.

“Hmm, looks nice.”

You jump at the sound of his voice, his breath tickling your ear.

You instantly snap the book shut, but it’s too late. Ais is already smirking. His hands up in mock surrender as you shoot him a nasty, embarrassed glare.

“Easy, sparrow. Wasn’t going to judge.”

Your shoulders slowly relax, and since he’s being nice—nice enough—you eventually do decide to show him. A warmth of pride blooming in your chest at his expressions, both amazed, impressed, oddly enough— a bit shy.

Once he’s finished, he sets himself in front of you, relaxing his shoulders, tilting his chin in a cheeky grin. As he holds it—you finally realize he’s posing.

“looked like you enjoyed drawing me.” He explains once you raise a brow. You scoff, but it -is- a lovely pose. Would be a shame if it were wasted.

As you sketch, he lets out a breath. “You’re good at expressions,”

“Yours are easy to read.”

That earns a bit of a chuckle, before he raises a brow. An idea sparking in his gaze. Uh oh.

“Mm, yeah? Well—“ he shifts, eyes sliding up and down your figure before they latch unto your face. Taking in every last detail with some kind of burning. Like coals set aflame. His gaze makes you feel like glass, a thin white sheet that he looks straight through. Revealing things underneath. “—tell me what this one means.”

With that, heat goes to your cheeks, and a thin line of pencil scratches the paper as you toss it at his now, laughing face.

“Damn bastard.”

AAAAAAAAAAA

OKAY THAT WAS PROBABLY CRINGEY BUT THATS OKAY

NOW UNTO KURAS 😇

Kuras

OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY SO SO SO SO SO

You two are on your daily stroll, the evening painting golds and bubblegum pinks across the usually dreary sky.

Birds, dusty grey and white flock toward him, some even landing on his head before he politely shoos them off. A smile lifting his lips as you snicker.

“They must mistake you for a tree.” You tease, earning a small chuckle.

Eventually, you near the area you always walk to—a small, old wooden bench that looks over the wastelands. Doesn’t make for the best scenery, but it’s that or the bustling city.

As you sit, you pull your art supplies from your bag, Kuras opening a book beside you.

ALSO HES WEARING HIS GLASSES AAAA

You start sketching the sky, a breeze tossing strands of your hair into your face and making the task rather difficult.

As you huff, Kuras glances your way, a smile playing at his lips as he gently tucks your hair behind your ear—fingers just barely brushing your jaw as he pulls away.

You can’t help but stare, a bit flustered at the gesture. And as he returns to his book, you watch as the golden light gleams over his features, turning his eyes into two, small suns.

A few birds have returned as well, perching either nearby, or on his shoulders.

An opportunity, an art piece you cannot miss.

You quickly ditch the sky drawing and start sketching Kuras instead. His towering form, the golden teardrop underneath his eye, the waves of his dark hair—and the way he holds himself, so regally, refined—but still somehow, with a small playful air that would go unnoticed by many.

But not unnoticed by you.

The sky darkens as you finish, and you hear Kuras close his book, slowly standing. A soft palm reaches your shoulder before freezing.

You look up to see Kuras, eyes wide with wonder as he slides his glasses back onto his nose. Taking a closer look.

Feeling both excited and a bit nervous, you clear your throat from probably an hour of not speaking. “Do you like it?”

He reaches for your sketchbook, “May I?”

When you nod, he gently takes it from your hands, looking over the picture like it were some complicated medical drawings.

You don’t have time to stop him as he then searches through the rest of the sketches, the wonder brightening up his expression—you can’t help but feel amused—it’s almost like he’s a child seeing snow for the first time. “You drew all of these?” He asks, hesitantly giving you the book back.

You nod, standing beside him.

“It’s…I’ve never seen anyone draw the world like you do.” He glances away before regaining himself. “Could you teach me?”

EEEEEEEE

yes Kuras I will teach you <33

ALR

I rlly hope you enjoyed that !! Sorry if they were OOC, I’ve been kinda scattered recently. But these were sO MUCH FUN

Tysm again for the ask 😭

And I hope you have an amazing day, find your favorite color in nature, smell your favorite flower, and enjoy the sunset !!

[fict1onallyobsessed]

[ OCT 31 ] - Doing So Well

[ Kinktober prompt ] - Praise kink

[ Pairing ] - Bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Reader 18+

God, you missed her so much. And by the way she looked at you when she walked through the door, her heavy bag hanging lazily off her shoulder before she dropped it onto your floor, she missed you too.

Her fallen eyes showed you just how exhausted she was, despite the obvious lack of sleep, she smiled gently at you. Her famous side smile, the one she knew you loved and adored. It made you melt.

“Hey, baby.” You hugged her waist, supporting her as much as you could as she leaned against you. The mission must of gone okay, but was probably not as easy as the report had said. “I missed you.”

She hummed against your neck, pecking it once as a silent agreement that she did too. After missions like these she loved to cuddle, and that’s what you first did technically do, but the second Nat started nipping at your jawline you knew she was in need of more. She let out a subtle whine as your hands slipped under her shirt, scratching carefully across her back.

“Please, I’ve missed you.”

You turned her over, her back now laying on the mattress. Regardless of where she was though she’d look at you with the same innocent look as always. Her red hair scattered across the pillows her head laid on, so fucking beautiful underneath you.

Your hands ran from her shoulders, down between her breasts and just barely above the hem of her shorts. Her hips bucked a little, a small frown on her face from your unneeded teasing.

“What do you want, pretty girl?”

Redness covered her face, still her hand coming up to clasp your wrist, slowly moving it even further downwards and into her shorts. Her mouth fell open slightly when she felt your fingers on her clit, eyes immediately licking with yours. She loved a very few specific things, and somehow you managed to tick each box each time.

“That feel good, huh?” You kept looking into her eyes as her wrist tightened on your wrist, encouraging you to keep doing what you were doing. “Such a good girl for me, Nat. Doing so well.”

“Please, don’t stop.” She gasped when you punched her clit, instantly getting back to circling it a moment after. Her whines and whimpers turned into small moans, ones you relished so much. Her back arched as her head dug into the pillows beneath her. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah? Your taking it so well, my love. So pretty underneath me.”

She whimpered at your words, throwing her head back as you leaned down, kissing the skin on her neck before speeding up your fingers. You liked it like this, taking care of your girl, showing her she is loved, so pretty.

“I’m gonna cum-” You couldn’t even respond, she was already rolling her eyes back before you pulled away from her neck, watching as her lips fell open into a silent scream. Your guided her through her orgasm until she was off her high, breathing heavily into the air as she opened her eyes to look at you again.

“That’s it, good girl.” You kissed all over her face, making sure to kiss her lips deeply before you pulled away. Her hair was a little messed up, lips swollen from biting on them, eyes still heavily from tiredness. “You did so well for me.”

She pulled your closer so you were laying on top of her, her arms enveloping your shoulders so that you were comfortably cuddled together. Her lips kissed your hairline before she exhaled, eyes dropping with sleep.

“Thank you, (Y/N)”

“You’re welcome, Nat.”

THE END

[wosoobsessed]

Jen Beattie- Anxious day

Request: please please please write something sweet and soft for jen beattie🙏🏻🙏🏻 maybe r has some anxiety or has had a busy day and jen makes it all better

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Today was awful. From spilling coffee in your clean car. To not scoring any goals during training. You felt like the world had gone against you today and you were totally exhausted.

You tried rlly hard to be a positive person but sometimes it was hard when your anxiety would cause you overthink simple things. Anxiety was something you had dealt with For a while now and most people were unaware other then your close teammates, family and your girlfriend Jen. You and Jen had always been each others comfort blankets there was nothing you looked forward to more than going home and seeing your beloved girlfriend.

So you did. As soon as you had finished training you got changed, picked up your bag and got in your Coffee smelling car to head home. Since it was international break Jen had sometime off meaning that you could go home to your shared flat and she would be there waiting for you.

You walked up to the door of your home, lazily forcing the key in hole. You pushed the door open and you instantly felt the heat of your home. You walked in and called your girlfriend.

“Babe I’m home” you announced throwing your bags and keys on the table loud enough that she would hear your presence.

Suddenly a tall figure appeared in the doorway. Jen quickly walked over to you she was wearing her arsenal jumper and a pair of black leggings.

“ baby your home!!” Jen exclaimed wrapping her long arms around your smaller figure. You just burried your head in her neck and letting out a long sigh and trying to control the tears of tiredness that had started to fill your eyes. Jen pulled away and studied your face before giving you a worried look.

“ babe…you okay” the brunette asked with caution in her voice. The softness of her words were enough to set off the water works.

You walked into the living room sitting on the sofa with you head in your hands. Jen came and sat beside you pulling you into her embrace and kissing your head. A few moments later you sat up wiping your eyes on the arm of your hoody before looking up at your girlfriend who had the same sad look in her eyes.

“Do you wanna tell me what’s got you upset baby?” Jen softly said placing her hand on your thigh and rubbing it soothingly.

You sighed before talking.

“I’m sorry Jen I’ve just had a such a terrible day my anxiety has been driving me mad” you said the exhaustion and frustration evident on your face.

Jen didn’t say anything just layed down on the sofa and pulled you down with her, wrapping both her arms around your waste,hugging you tightly and pulling down a blanket onto the both of you.

You felt content for the first time in that day. Calmness filled your body as you melted into her body and sitting up slightly to softly kiss her lips.

“ I love you y/n you know that right?” Jen questioned breaking the silence.

“ i know baby. But I love you so much more.” You softly replied. Before interlocking your hand with hers and kissing her knuckles.

“ it’s me and you baby always and forever” Jen said before you both drifted of to sleep.

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A/N : hope you enjoyed. I love writing these so keep the requests coming. 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[smallestapplin]

I want you.

Request : Richter coming home and being pampered by his beloved.

Yet another repost from my deleted side blog.

🔞18+only! MDNI🔞

Cw : fem bodied reader

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Richter was exhausted, his body aches and screams for rest, yet he continued to push forward, pushing through all the pain and soreness. He knows the sooner he gets home, the sooner he can see you again. He longs to be in your warmth, to just bask in your presence once more.

The thought of you keeps him going, thoughts of showering you with his love, the thoughts of waking up to you, to the thoughts of making breakfast for you keep him moving, and walking up to your shared home.

Despite the cuts and bruises, he’s all smiles when he opens the door.

“I’m home!” His voice booming with excitement into the cozy home.

The tiredness leaves his body for a moment, as he’s nothing but elated to see you! Nearly bouncing in place as he hears your feet pattering against the hardwood, rushing to him. You launch yourself at him, arms thrown around his neck and hugging him tightly.

Richter laughs, spinning you around, with his arms locked tightly around your waist. He buried his face into your neck, breathing in your scent, reminding him he was home.

“Richter, I missed you!”

Your voice is like a beautiful symphony ringing in his ears, oh how he’s been longing to hear you again.

You lean back, cupping his face and smothering him in your kisses. He can’t help the bright blush coating his cheeks, as he soaks up your affection. His quest took a lot out of him, but your love is the perfect destresser for him.

“I missed you so much, my love.”

His voice shaking, unable to handle all the kisses that have him melting against you. You rub your thumbs against his cheeks, taking in the tired sight of your husband.

He looks like a mess, his long brown hair looks tousled and knotted in some places, and his outfit has a few tears and some spots of blood, along with a few cuts and no doubt bruises under his attire.

“Dinner is almost done.” You hadn’t been expecting him home today, but you’re now so thankful you made a roast tonight.

It took a while to make, and you’re thankful for that now.

You grab his wrists, and tug him inside, shutting the door along the way as you sit him down at the tables and check on it. Richter sighs happily, the smell of a home-cooked meal, and just to be in your presence again is more than he could ever ask for.

“My sweet, I can make-“ he’s silenced the second you shove the dish in front of him.

“You just got home from fighting, heaven knows what, please just rest. I’ll go prepare a bath while you eat.”

You kiss his temple before running off, letting the man only hear you walk around, reading the tub for him. Richter almost wants to whimper when you leave his side, after the hell he endured, he never wants to leave your side again!

But he doesn’t object, knowing you’d find a way to keep him at the table. So he sighs, biting his tongue and enjoying your cooking, he can’t stop the groan that leaves him.

So good! He can’t wait to repay you for this, even if you are his spouse, he can’t let such a thing go without singing your praise. What kind of husband would he be? He must shower you with his love and affection. He is also more touch starved from the month he was gone than he cares to admit, a whole month without your smile, your laughter, your soft touches, your kisses, it was pure hell!

But it reminded him why he must continue to do what he does, to keep you safe from the monsters of the night, so he may come home to you over and over again.

Though he failed to realize just how hungry he was, even lost in thought as he was, he went through half the roast by the time you came back. Richter perks up instantly, smiling so wide at just the sight of you.

“Beloved, you’ve returned to me!” He jumps up from his seat rushing over to greet you once more.

And you let him, hugging him just as tightly as he hugs you. You practically sag against him, having missed him so much, just feeling the warmth of his body against you has you melting. He can’t stop the whimper that leaves him as you pull away from him. You laugh softly at his neediness, but can’t deny that you feel the same.

“Come on, I have the bath ready for you, and the longer you stay here the colder it's going to get.”

You take his hand and lead him to the bathroom, wanting to just pamper him for the night. The idea finally clicks into the large man’s mind, his hand lightly squeezing yours while a grin settles onto his face. He will never know how he got so lucky to have you in his life, but he is thankful every day he gets to call you ‘his’.

When entering the bathroom, he’s hit with the steam of the bath water, he can already tell that his muscles need it. He’s pulled from his thoughts by you removing your hand from his, and tugging at the hem of his shirt.

“This needs to come off.’

Richter gasps as you wrap a finger around his belt loop, and tug him to you. You look up at him with a small smile.

“This too.”

It’s hard not to feel so smug, seeing him blush like this, and seeing how quickly he grows bashful with you.

“Oh..right.” His face burns at the sound of your soft laughter, but he’s quick to strip.

Hoping his long hair is covering his face, lest you see what you do to him. Unfortunately for him, you already know, you can already see the effect you’re having on him as he takes off his clothes, and tosses them in the hamper. You eye him up and down, checking him for injuries.

Richter flinches at the sound of your gasp, he knows some places hurt, but he didn’t think it was that bad!

“Richter..”

He looks down, fiddling with his hands. His heart aches at the worry in your voice, he did his best during his mission, he swears it! He didn’t want you to worry over him. He tenses, feeling the tips of your fingers brush against some bruises and along a shallow cut to his back.

“I’m sorry! Did that hurt?” You glance up at him, concern was written all over your face.

He bites his tongue as he thinks, how can he tell you that it didn’t hurt, but felt too good? He’s gone so long without your touch, that everything you give him feels like it’s too much yet not enough.

“No, not at all, you could never hurt me, my love.” he grabs your hand gently, bringing it up to his lips, and kissing the back of it.

His eyes stay locked on yours, silently showing you the love he has for you. His display has your knees weak, and your heart fluttering. You adore him so much, but you have to shake your head free from your thoughts.

“Okay big guy, hop in then.” You pat the rim of the bathtub, gesturing to him to get in.

Luckily the water is still more than warm enough, it causes the monster hunter to sigh loudly as he sinks into it, letting the heat slowly melt away at the knots in his sore muscles. You chuckle, watching him tilt his head back with a soft ‘thunk!’ But he doesn't even flinch, just slowly sinking deeper into the water.

You’re glad he relaxes so easily, it makes helping him easier. He makes a noise of confusion at the sound of water filling something, until you appear above him, cup in hand, and pouring the water carefully on his head, making sure to avoid getting anything in his eyes.

“Beloved, you don't have to do this, you already do so much for me.”

“I know, but I want to.” You make sure his hair is soaked before slowly working your fingers through it, gently taking out any tangles you come across.

“I want to spoil my husband, is that too much to ask?” You say light-heartedly, smiling at him, as he sits there, staring at you.

He wants to kiss you so badly, to hold you in his embrace and never let go, to spend his life loving you.

But for now, he refrains, just gazing at you longingly as he soaks up your touches. It’s cute how his eyes flutter close, leaning against your hands as you lather his hair with shampoo.

“Thank you. How could I have gotten so lucky?”

You almost want to coo at him, at how sweet he’s being, but who are you kidding? He’s always been this sweet, such a needy man, but you’d never want him any other way.

You rinse his hair out, putting the conditioner in and letting it set, while you move on scrubbing his body. But he protests again.

“Oh, I can-“

Only you cut him off, rubbing firm circles on his shoulders, laughing at the groan he lets out.

“Oh my poor, sweet hubby, overworking yourself. Just let me love you.”

You have him wrapped around your finger.

“My big strong man, always doing so much.” You place a kiss on his temple, moving your hands from his shoulders to his chest, rubbing the grim away with ease.

Richter bites his lip, squirming in place, trying not to slosh around the water, but he can’t help it.

Your touch, your care, your praise, it all gets his cock hardening. He’s so embarrassed, getting hard just from this. But he's so starved for more!

“So pretty, so handsome, and all for me.” You place another kiss, this time on his cheek.

Getting to pamper your lover like this, is something you cherish, as Richter doesn’t let you do this often, always claiming you need the pampering, but you only wish to love on him, the same way he loves on you. He is a mess, unable to handle your words, his stomach fills with butterflies the more you praise him, he feels like he's drowning in your love.

“I love you.”

Now it’s your turn to become flustered at just how breathless he sounds, how your husband is crumbling under your touch and you’ve barely done a thing.

“I love you too, my sweet man.”

You kiss the tip of his nose, as you pour warm water onto his hair, rinsing it of the conditioner. Grabbing a rag on the rim of the tub, you dampen it and cup his face as you begin gently cleaning him.

“I can feel your cheeks heating up, you know.”

You can’t help but laugh, as it only makes his blush worsen.

You’d think after being together for so long, he’d be more accustomed to you, yet he still acts like how he did all those years ago before asking to court you. The thoughts of old bring a soft smile to your face, gazing at the man you love so dearly.

Once you were sure he’s face was clean, you lavish him with kisses, from his cheeks to his forehead, to the corners of his lips, not a place was left untouched by your lips. Richter trembles, shakily sighing as he tries to steady his breathing. His body feels like it's electric, every touch you give him leaves sparks, is he this touch starved that he’s getting hard from just a few sweet words, and sugary kisses?

He answers his question by trying to hide his dick under the water.

You pull away from him with a bright smile.

“I’ll go get you your sleepwear, you sit here and be cute for me.” You lightly tap his nose, before leaving the bathroom.

Richter is pulled from his thoughts when your body leaves him.

“Just some pants please, if that’s alright?”

You swear he will be the death of you.

“The loose ones?”

“Yes! Being in my constricting outfit most of that trip was a pain.”

You know he needs something form-fitting to wear on his missions, as loose clothing could be caught easier, but what you wouldn’t give to see him in it more around the house, how the pants hug his ass and sculpted thighs perfectly.

You’re getting ahead of yourself.

“You got it, honey.”

Your pet names for him only make his cock twitch more. Once the bathroom door clicks shut, and he can hear your footsteps grow fainter, he gets to work. Richter quickly scrubs the rest of himself down, hoping to distract himself long enough for his erection to go down, but all his mind can focus on is how your touches felt along his body, and imagining you whispering in his ear about how good he is for you, and how he makes you feel so good.

He hops out of the bath, being mindful to not spill any water, while he lunges for the towel, and frantically dries himself off, shaking his long locks free of most of the water, he wraps the towel around his waist, tying the knot in front of his groin to hide his hard on.

He’s been married to you for some time now, and yet you make him feel so young, so full of life, and so damn hormonal! He snaps his head over towards the opening door, his breathing catches in his throat, seeing you wearing one of his shirts as your pajamas. You hold out the sleep pants for him to take.

“I made sure they were clean for you.”

“Thank you, my love.” Taking the pants from you, he pulls you closer to him.

Taking his free hand and placing it under your chin, he tilts your head up towards him, his chapped lips gently slotting against yours like matching halves. You hum into the kiss, placing a hand on his bare chest to keep yourself stable, unaware of the effects it's having on your beloved. Richter can’t fight the moan that leaves him from just feeling your warm hand on him, you make it so hard for him to stay calm.

After being away from you for so long, it's like everything you do is more intense, even from the smallest of touches, or the softest of whispers, it has him melting.

You pull away from him, breathlessly laughing.

“So needy. Come on, I'm sure you’re tired, let's get to bed.”

He runs his fingers through his damp hair, just to push it back and make sure it was somewhat neat. Looking at you, he sees you making your way out of the bathroom, this time not closing the door. He takes that moment to swiftly put his sleep pants on and throws the wet towel into the hamper, and follows after you.

While his mind is racing with such dirty thoughts, he also cannot wait to lay against you again, all those nights barely sleeping, as he couldn’t rest without your presence nearby, were pure hell! To finally be home with you, to finally be in bed with you, it's all so perfect.

You’re not surprised to be pulled on top of him, your laughter echoes in the bedroom as he locks his arms around your waist, keeping you pinned to his chest. He buries his face into your neck, taking a deep inhale of your scent, you smell like home to him, he never wants to leave for that long ever again.

“Richter!” Though you yell, your giggling and squirming tell him all he needs to know.

“I’m sorry, my sweet, I’ve spent so long without you, I fear I might’ve died had I been forced to go a moment more without you.”

Your joy makes his heart flutter, it warms him, reminding him why he must do what he does, if only to keep you safe and in his arms.

His rough-feeling lips against the soft skin of your neck tickles, but you adore it, it’s a reminder that he’s home, that he’s under you and holding you tightly. You mirror his actions, shifting into place so you can bury your head into his neck, only to squeak when you feel something poke you.

Your husband whines, arms tightening around you as he tries to hide his face. You find him so precious, he’s such a large man, yet he’s so endearingly shy about his needs.

Richter chokes out a gasp as you grind down on his barely clothed cock. His eyes widen when he realizes you aren’t wearing any underwear, leaving yourself bare and all for him.

“Richter, why didn’t you tell me? You know I’m more than happy to help you with your..problem.”

Your voice was low in his ear, so sultry and seductive.

“I- I know, but you’ve already done so much! I didn’t want to burden you with more.”

He tosses his head back with a loud cry, feeling your heat through his thin pants, rubbing against him. You coo down at him, chuckling at how loud he has already gotten just from a few well-placed movements.

He looks up at you with watery blue eyes, while his long brown hair is splayed around him like a halo, he’s gorgeous, so pretty that your cunt throbs at the sight and sounds of him. His hands move, grabbing your hips tightly

“Oh my pretty man, you look so good like this.” You mewl in his ear, as you slowly pull the hem of his pants down, just enough to free his cock.

You yelp as his hot cock lightly smacks against your pussy. You stare in awe, despite having seen his dick many times before, after going a month without him and seeing just how much he longed for you, makes your pussy ache.

Seeing how hard he is, and seeing a fat glob of cum dripping from his tip, fuck you want a taste. You go to move, to try and get lower so you can taste his addictive cum, but he won’t let go of you, and with how firm his hands hold your hips, he has no plans of letting go anytime soon.

“Fuck…need you, please I can’t- “ he starts, unable to finish his thought as he moves your hips, making you grind and wet his bare cock with your drooling slit.

“Mm! So needy. O-oh, Mmph! Richter let me- ah! Slow down!”

You place your hands on his chest to balance yourself, as Richter humps against your pussy with wild abandon. It’s like his hips have a mind of their own like he can’t stop himself. Not that you mind, relishing in his mindless act.

He whines loudly, as he fucks himself stupid with your cunt, making sure to coat his coat in a layer of your slick. His mind is foggy with pleasure, he’s never felt so sensitive!

The tip of his dick bumps against your clit, making it harder to get a hold of him, but you love it when he gets like this, nothing but a greedy man for whatever you have to offer him, but he’s never been this needy for you.

“What’s gotten into you-oh!”

His relentless grinding makes it hard to speak, but just asking makes him cave.

“Missed you so much! Fisted my cock to the thought of you, but- M’not gonna- gonna-!” His dick throbs against you, before coating you and himself with his cum, but he doesn’t pause.

You’re on your back in an instant, with him caging you against the bed.

“Sorry, sorry please I need you! Need your pussy milking me!”

“Richter-“

“I couldn’t cum, not without you! My hands weren’t enough, please!”

He’s stunning when he begs like this. He buries his face into your neck, feverishly kissing and nipping at your skin, while his calloused hands slide from your hips to your chest, caressing your tits and rubbing over your nipples before giving them a soft pinch. He moans as you arch your back, letting out a high-pitched whine.

You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him closer. You let out a content sigh at his pitiful whimper.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re desperate like this. I bet your balls are so backed up and filled with cum.” You take a shaky breath, trying to keep your cool.

But his pretty whines make it difficult.

“I want you, Richter. I want you to fuck me so full of your cum-mm! Haa…want you to fuck me until you’re shooting blanks!”

You would’ve laughed at how dumbly he nodded if he didn’t do exactly what you asked him to right after, shoving and bullying his cock into your awaiting hole. You toss your head back, as you throw your arms to his shoulders, clawing at him as he carefully shoves more of his throbbing dick into you.

The month without him has been hell, but feeling his thick cok slam against your sweet spot, and heavy balls slap against your ass, all makeup for it.

Your eyes cross, and your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, while Richter ruts against you like a feral monster, taking and claiming your cunt as his.

“Gonna-gonna fill you! Fill this pretty pussy more, more!” His drool drips down and lands on your bouncing chest, but you don’t care.

How could you when your husband is fucking you senseless on his cock?

[aith-art]

Even if I'm Not Human?

Dana, the young Sole Survivor of Vault 111, returns to the Railroad HQ with Danse, both having to come to terms with what they are. In doing so Dana turns to her pseudo-parent Jules, once known as Courier Six.

Blind Betrayal spoilers

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It had been a week. Running from the Brotherhood, almost Fucking over Hancock, actually Fucking over Marowski, assisting the Railroad and a robot called ADA. I was all but ready to collapse. My feet ached, my head hurt, Hancock was giving me a look that told me it was obvious that I was exhausted. My hands were deep in the pockets of my dark duster; I was physically defeated and seriously overwhelmed. The circular table before me had a new piece of paper upon it, notes on the new safehouse that had been established. 

The HQ door creaked open. No one was surprised when Dana wandered in, MacCready at her heels. Briefly, I was drawn from my tiredness at the sight of her. She looked as bad as I did. Dark circles under her eyes, a slight stumble to her step, the stains of tears still on her cheeks. MacCready’s jacket was slightly damp, his rifle gripped in whitening knuckles. 

He made eye contact with me as another sole entered the room. I stared at him, almost unrecognisable out of his brotherhood uniform. Almost unrecognisable in a plaid shirt and jeans. Despite the different attire, the tension in his shoulders is hardly disguised. I want to scream, to push him against the wall and question what he’s doing here. But I couldn’t. I was exhausted, and he looked unsure of himself. His eyes darted around the crypt and his hands were shoved into the pockets of the jeans he’d found. 

Dana stopped in her tracks, eyes widening as she saw me. She clears the space between us and grasps me in the tightest hug she’d ever given. She sobbed. Her hands grasped at my jacket. I pulled my hands around her, stroking her deep red hair that was pulled back into a fraying braid.  

MacCready steadily made his way over, a knowing look on his face. 

“She’s been through a lot.” adding nothing else as he found a seat to drop into. His eyes closed almost instantly, his hat tipped from his head to cover his face. 

Dana doesn’t let go, she doesn’t stop crying. 

Steadily I shuffle us towards a podium, bringing myself down against it as she collapsed in my arms. 

Danse loitered by the door, seemingly unable to enter any further. Hancock and Deacon, who had been travelling with me, had disappeared from sight. 

Dana curled up in my lap, her knees pulled up to her chest. 

“You… You left me.” She whimpered through her sobs. 

“I know,” I choked back my own tears, continuing to hug her, “I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Dana lifts her head, meeting my eyes. “Even if I’m not a human?” she looked suddenly angrier, her voice became significantly quieter. “Even if I’m just a machine, technology that's gone too far?” 

I know those words, they are not her own. They are the words of a man who does not know the meaning of humanity, “Dana, hey, look at me.” She does, “What you are doesn’t matter to me, I care about what you do, who you are.” Gently I wiped her cheek. “I’m not going to leave you because you’re different, because you’re more tech than other people.” She gave me a sad smile, wiping her tears from her face. “And hey, if they aren't going to accept you because you’re part technology then I’m doomed.” 

“Why?” She enquired with a small laugh. 

“I’m probably more tech than you are.” 

She gave me a large smile, before turning to Danse. Clambering out of my lap, she dragged herself up to her feet and trudged over to him. Seamlessly she struck up a conversation with him, taking his hand and leading him further into the crypt. Agents exchanged similar disgruntled looks and glares towards him as I had, but turned back to their work when Desdemona looked over at them. She was definitely going to have things to say about the situation but I didn’t care. 

 Something had happened in the weeks or so since Dana had entered the Institute, she’d found out something I’d suspected for a while. Found out she’s a synth. How didn’t matter in the moment, and how Danse entered the situation was something I’d discuss with them later, though I had my suspicions.  

From my position on the floor, things seemed to fall into place. Big things were coming and Dana was the centre of it all. The Brotherhood were beginning to make bigger and bolder moves, and the Institute was likely to respond twofold. But none of that mattered. Dana was back, even if something had changed. She was back and she was safe.

[mizumiii]

A perfect plan - II

Part I - Table of contents - Part III

Balthazar x Fem!Tav

Hello, today we're having a special part with 🌶️🌶️🌶️at the end!

The days spent in the shadowland were exhausting as if the shadows were absorbing not only all light but also all her energy. Tav was always going further, deeper, in an attempt to find the cause of it all and progress in her own personal quest. However, she never complained, especially in front of her companions who were everything to her. She perfectly knew that without them by her side, she would never have reached so far. So now she had to be their hope and strength.

Maybe that was why she was so relieved every time she noticed Bal’s grim smile in the Last Light Inn, after coming back from horrendous days spent in the obscure wilderness. He had no expectations from her, and with him, she could forget for a couple of hours that she had to be the strongest.

“Good evening”, he welcomed you, “I was starting to wonder if your naivety had finally killed you.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, but you’ll have to wait a bit more for the good news”, you chuckled.

 For someone upset, his smile was not smug enough. 

“I’ll grin and bear it then”, he shrugged, “so did you find something interesting out there?”

Tav noticed that he always tried to probe her about her doings, however, he never pressed when she often dodged the matter.

“Please, I just spent a week without a real chair or drinking a real drink. I don’t want to speak about that”, she winced.

“So heroïc of you”, he jested.

“I know, I know. Let’s talk about you rather, did you find the book I asked you?”

“You’re really a nuisance you know? But yes, I have it”, he revealed with a self-satisfied look while handing over her purchase.

Tav leapt over the table to grab it before turning the pages hungrily. It was a book about experiences in the shadowland, but because of the controversy, it had been lost over the years. She spent the next hours drinking and sharing her opinion with Bal about it. And before they noticed it, everybody else had gone to sleep in their chamber or right under their tables. 

“I should take my leave”, the merchant finally ended the nice conversation a while after. 

“Right.”

Tav got up at the same time as him, she instantly felt that the alcohol and the tiredness had gotten the best of her but she simply pushed the matter aside for now. She wanted to enjoy his company as long as she could.

They slowly walked back across the bridge, at the limit where no one else could overhear their words. There, Tav could let out her darkest thoughts, her twisted opinions about the whole situation. And Bal always seemed more than delighted to hear them, even to encourage them. 

“Goodbye then, hero of the light”, Bal bid her farewell with an obvious proud smile for the mocking surname he had found for her.

“Wait, there’s something that’s been bothering me for a while”, she muttered, frowning hard while staring at him.

Instantly, the man tensed, his smile froze. Thankfully she did not notice his wariness due to the many drinks she had. He started to calculate what his options were if she had discovered his true identity, but she simply kept staring at him, to the point he started to wonder if she had not forgotten to finish her sentence. It was so long that his wariness changed to annoyance, however, when he was finally ready to simply walk away, she reached at his hood to make it fall back and uncover his face. Taken by surprise he did not even realize what she was doing, allowing a bit of his emotion to be shown on his face.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought”, Tav nodded smugly while letting her hand gently brush his cheeks, “you’re quite easy on the eyes. No need to keep that on, I assure you. Good night Bal.”

Her hands lingered a bit too long on his cheeks, her eyes were staring at him as if she could really see him and even more unthinkable as she wanted to kiss him. Finally, she reluctantly let go of his face to turn back and cross the bridge again without a word.  

Meanwhile, Bal stood there, realizing he had stopped breathing through the whole thing, frozen for a minute. His mind could simply not process what just happened. His incredibly clever mind had been taken by surprise for the first time in a very long time. The walk back to the Moontower was spent in deep thoughts without a real goal, as they simply went back and forth without reaching any conclusion.

Once he was back in his quarter, he went through his things to find a mirror. Once he did, he stared for a while at his reflection while squeezing at the necklace around his neck. The plain, smooth, white skin on his face and torso, the unvarnished brown eyes…

“I guess I did too good of a job.” For the first time in his life, he was not too elated about it. 

☠️

The next time Tav was waiting for Bal, she was fighting with the shameful memories of what she had done in the previous occurrence. Those last weeks had been difficult, she always felt oppressed by the clock of time, never knowing when her chance would run out and suddenly transform her into a mind flayer. So she always lived everything as if there was no tomorrow, except she forgot for a second that it was not the same for everyone. She had almost forced herself upon him, and it made her feel like a perfect asshole. She had not taken his feelings into account for one moment, and now she was dejected at the idea he would certainly never come back here. It was already incredible that he would gather the bravery to come through the shadowland, even if it was just for money…  And things were really hard enough without her drawing away the few things making it bearable…

“What a pitiful appearance, hero of the light”, a mocking voice draws her out of her thoughts.    

She turned her head with such velocity that Bal could hear her neck cry. He scoffed at the sight of her obvious relief to see him here. She was really easy to play. Maybe he had not predicted that his plan would work that well, however, it only meant that it would be easier for him to trick her. 

“Strangely, I'm no longer used to drinking by myself”, she jested while he was sitting down.

Tav noticed that he was no longer keeping his hood up, letting his face be seen by everyone. And despite him behaving casually, she could see that he was not used to it. The thought of him making such an effort because of what she had said the last time made her internally smile, and breathe easier. 

“Lucky you then, I have nothing better to do this evening, so I should as well save you from your misery”, he announced with such a dramatic movement of his cap that Tav was forced into biting her lips not to laugh. 

“Maybe you should take upon the surname of hero for yourself then”, she replied.

The glare of utter disgust he sent her was too much, and this time she bursted into laughter. Thankfully, Bal was not too sulky, at least not after Tav started to question him about a place she had been visiting in the shadowland. They talked as they used to until there was no longer anyone else around. 

This time, when Bal started to stand up to leave, Tav had not drunk too much. She knew what she wanted, and time was not on her side. After that peaceful evening, she realised that if she wanted more, she had to try it now, since either way, she would not have much time to regret it. 

“What are you doing?” The merchant asked her in a low, judgemental voice.

He looked almost unmoved by how Tav had cornered him against the table, slightly towering over him. Seeing him like this made her want to play with him, to tease him, to… She was losing it terribly, but it was oh enjoyable! 

“Do I really need to spell it for you?” She asked while leisurely caressing his right cheek. 

“Yes.”

The answer had not been as loud as usual, nor elaborate. He scorned how he had just sounded. But it was true, he needed to know. He had already made his decision. This development was for the best, it was the perfect opportunity for him. Like this, he could make that threat play directly in his hand. And when he would have obtained exactly what he wanted, he would simply use her body to join his undead army. 

“Just say the word if you want me to stop…” 

The whisper against his ear strangely sent shivers through his spin, and the next second Tav’s lips crashed against his. She rudely took possession of his mouth, engulfing him in a tempest of white-hot sensation. He could hardly breathe, he was left powerless, gasping to take some air in, wining when his lips were alone, grasping her tunic so as not to fall backwards on the table… It was bone-shakingly intense.

When Tav finally stopped molesting his mouth, Bal realised that the whole duration, he had not thought about anything else than how good it had felt. And despite this realisation, when she offered him her hand, he still took it to follow her upstairs. Unexpectedly eager for more. Her hand around his was rough, nothing like what he faintly remembered from before the shadows, from the time he would sometimes visit the pleasure house. However, its warmth was spreading through his cold arm, making him unable to take his mind off it.

As soon as they entered, Tav pushed him against the door to close her bedroom, and once again he was engulfed in her heat and hunger for mere seconds which succeeded in making the time stop for them. He could hardly match her pace, as she was always a step ahead: biting, sucking, kissing in mind-breaking chaos. When he thought he was finally getting used to it, she suddenly tugged him towards the bed before undressing him with a talent tainted by her empressment since she looked like she could not stop kissing him, she was going blindly for it. So he tried to help her but her lips and teeth were stopping him in every attempt he made. 

Quite unexpectedly, they finally ended up both naked, then Bal was forced to sit down on the bed, and the next second Tav was climbing on him with enthusiasm. He could not hold in a deep grunt of surprise and pleasure when he felt her pussy sliding his cock already hardened by her previous assaults. She squeezed him strongly in her arms, gasping for air against his ears in a sound he found most endearing. Meanwhile, his eyes were offered the strangest view he could have expected from the life he had led for so many years: a well-proportioned warrior, naked on his lap, her cheeks in his hand, her lips against his neck, it was intoxicating. 

The little respite was over before Bal was able to get used to what was happening. He just had started to contemplate the idea of pummeling her to submission when she began to move faster and faster. Her claws digging into his back as she moved her hips harder and harder while moaning in his ears. He could not hold in his own groans, his frustration of not being able to keep up quickly erased by the pleasure he was feeling. Each stroke on his coke was better than the previous one, sending him dangerously on the edge. Breathing was hard, moving even more, he grasped hard her cheeks trying to impale her as hard as she was riding him, craving for her touch, for the sound of her pussy clasping loudly on his lap, for more! Tav suddenly grabbed his head, pressing it against her chest, between her breasts, her moan louder than ever. The lecherous noises were making him sweat, while all his focus was on trying not to cum despite how his body was already trembling under the crushing wave gathering between his legs.

“Bal”, he did not hear her correctly the first time, “Bal!”

The desperate cry of the woman so close to riding her peak suddenly sent him over his own. He pushed roughly and unwillingly one last time at the sound of his name sung in such a delicious way before the wave finally took him away. After they cleaned themselves, Tav pulled him in an intimate hug under the blankets. There were no words, only her warmth spreading to him. Long after her breath was slow as she slept, he was still thinking about what had happened. He had to do better to win her over. Only then he would be able to succeed.

Next part

[disillusionedjudge]

Thor sighed as she pushed open the door to her apartment in Old Archades. Her day at the Congress of Worlds had been one of the longest ones in recent memory, and it dragged on and on. She counted the hours, wondering why exactly they needed to spend so long discussing such important legislation when it was clear no one’s heart or mind was really in it.

Luckily for Thor, the meeting was adjourned an hour early. She’d packed her things and made her way home — well, as much of a home as this little apartment on Archadia could ever be to her. Thor was lost in thought, and as she slipped off her cloak and heels, she failed to realize Gylfie was waiting for her at the door. When she finally turned around, she grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

“Gylfie!” She hadn’t expected her girlfriend — were they more than that? Thor wanted to be, but she also didn’t want to jeopardize either of their positions in society and politics — to be waiting for her. After the day she had, this was exactly what she needed. She giggled a bit, and her tiredness seemed to vanish almost instantly as she pulled Gylfie into a kiss. “I wasn’t supposed to be home for another hour or so, but they let us go early! I think everyone’s exhaustion was apparent. This war has been taking its toll on all of us.”

Thor smiled, content to stay in Gylfie’s arms for a few moments. Part of her wondered if something was wrong, especially because they didn’t have as much time to see each other lately, but it was very possible it was just a nice surprise.

“I really needed this. Thank you.” She kissed her on the cheek. “When was the last time you ate? Is everything alright with you?”

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The invasion of Nalbina had been a successful win for Archadia. The fortress had fallen, House Nabradia now completely fallen with the death of Lord Rasler, and Dalmasca forced to heel. Now, all they needed to do was wait for negotiations to finish, and for King Raminas to sign the treaty. The war would be over - for now - and Archadia would be ever closer to seizing Rozarria.

Yet... Gylfie struggled to find a sense of pride in it all. She had fought in Nalbina alongside Drace, and had earned the few days off graciously approved of and given to her, but she simply felt... exhausted. Her very soul felt weary, her mind heavy, and her heart even heavier. It was not that she regretted her actions or her involvement, but... More and more, she was seeing the truth of her Empire. Of her bloodthirsty nature and rabid ways, and more and more, did she begin to feel disgust upon realizing she was no better than the Empire that raised her. She could hope for a better future - fight to keep the little Lord Larsa safe - and hope that he would one day become Emperor in his father’s stead instead of Vayne, but... would it be enough? Would it ever be enough?

There was no room for doubt, in herself or her Empire, and Gylfie did her best to shove it from her mind - especially since she had let herself into Thor’s apartment to surprise her. She knew when her partner would return home, and had gone about prepping dinner, knowing it would be ready by the time Thor returned. Her body still ached from battle, but cooking was a pleasant distraction, especially when she was able to cook for those she loved, and those she knew would not take the chance to belittle her efforts. And, regardless of her waning strength, the idea of surprising Thor with her favorite meal was something Gylfie was not going to pass up on. She wanted to make her day a little brighter, as she knew all too well the frustration and exhaustion that came from politics.

However, she had not expected Thor to come home so early.

Gylfie quickly did her best to tidy up the kitchen a bit more, knowing nothing could be done to speed up the cooking itself, and made her way for the door. Her heart already beginning to feel lighter, and her expression already brightening before Thor even had a chance to step inside. She waited patiently by the door, eyes shining with warmth and amusement, and remained quiet as Thor removed her coat and heels. And the moment her partner saw her--

A wide grin of her own appeared on Gylfie’s face in response to Thor’s, and with a soft laugh, she allowed herself to be pulled against Thor - returning her kiss just as tenderly. “I wish I had known sooner so you wouldn’t have to wait for dinner,” she teased, and kissed her again. “But ‘tis so good to see you, my love. Perhaps I ought to thank them for your early release.” However, hearing Thor mention the exhaustion of them all and the toll the war was taking... was almost enough to make her smile falter. It was of no surprise, but she couldn’t help but feel... guilty.

But she shoved it aside just as quickly, and kept her arms wrapped around Thor as she held her close. Closing her eyes as she rested her head against hers and breathed her in. Content to just let it be them. To forget about everything else, even if only for a few, precious moments. To forget about the war. To pretend they didn’t have to hide.

She opened her eyes as Thor kissed her cheek, and Gylfie’s expression softened. Adoration warm in her eyes as she gazed at her fondly. “Earlier today,” she promised, and lifted a hand to gently brush aside a few strands of Thor’s hair. “I am... well. Tired from a recent battle, but better now that I’m with you.” Her smile widened. “I finally will have a few days free, you know. Given nothing changes-” which was always a possibility, given the call for Dalmasca’s surrender, “-I am yours, my sweet. I know I haven’t been able to spend much time with you as of late, but I am hoping that will change soon.”

[joyridingmp3]

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[madaboutmathers]

can you write something where the reader catches marshall talking to her very pregnant belly or their newborn son??

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

The days were becoming a little bit harder now as your pregnancy moved along. It was becoming exhausting to do such little tasks. Thankfully, Marshall was such a blessing and really made everything so much easier. At least he had the experience too, whilst you had been trying to hide the slight fear coming over you.

Some days were better than others, and today had started off like that. You had been able to make Marshall’s favourite dish. That was before the smell of it had your stomach turning just like everything was at the moment. Grumbling to yourself, you waddled around and patted a cool towel on yourself as you tried to calm down. 

As you moved around, the tiredness crept on you again and a soft yawn escaped you. You had wanted to stay up for him but it seemed your body had other ideas. You debated on going into bed but decided on moving to the sofa. Reaching for your soft blanket, you moved to lie down. It was almost instantly that you fell asleep. A soft smile came over your face as you snuggled into Marshall’s hoodie that still held his scent. You wrapped your arms around it for a moment. The soft pitter patter of the rain drops hitting the window lulled you into a sweet sleep. You were far too gone to notice the gates of the property opening with Marshall’s car coming back.

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Marshall carried the bags of baby clothes and toys that he had spurred on. He hadn’t been able to help himself. Having a little boy was just too exciting for him and he just wanted to be so much better than his own father had been. He didn’t realise he would be so nervous after raising three children but having a son was hitting a little too close to home. He tried to keep those thoughts from you and tried to enjoy the pregnancy like he hadn’t been able to before with all his financial worries at the beginning of his life. But this time was different, in every way. He’d make sure of it. As soon as he moved back into his home with you; all those thoughts seemed to just fall away from him.

“Y/N..” Marshall softly called out and moved to place his bags down. The door gently shut behind him with the locks falling into place. He softly frowned at the lack of answer and moved into the living room. The sight that greeted him warmed his heart. How had he gotten so lucky, he thought to himself whilst moving silently into the room. He felt himself soften as he noticed you hugging the hoodie he had been looking for this morning. Marshall shook his head, he should have known you’d have it. “Hey baby.” He cooed, moving to kneel on the ground at the side of you. Marshall reached to place a hand on your stomach, softly stroking you with the softest of looks on his faces.

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your stomach and began to whisper, “I’ll be a good dad to you. I promise.” Marshal cooed, stroking you some more. “You won’t want anything, including my love.” He hummed, pressing another sweet kiss. He continued to whisper his promises as if nobody could hear him and Marshall felt better for it. Your eyes began to flutter open with Marshall realising it as he whispered sweet nothings without a care in the world. You thought you were dreaming of his voice before you finally woke up. A soft smile almost instantly came over your face. Marshall continued to talk to your belly as you tried to hide the giggles threatening to escape you.

“I love you.” He whispered some more and repeated himself with soft pecks to your stomach and you couldn’t help but fall for him all over again. “Hmm, aren’t you too adorable for your own good.” You cooed down at him. “Were you eavesdropping?” Marshall teased, looking up at you with those blues of his that you always lost yourself in. “It’s my body.” You giggled out as he continued to press soft kisses up your body before nuzzling into your neck. Your fingers moved over his head as you enjoyed being so close to him. “You know you are a great father, right?” You softly moved to stroke his cheek and tried to place all the love you had for him in that simple act.

His face softened as he locked eyes on you. “I know..” Marshall whispered mostly to himself as his hand still stroked your stomach. Your fingers still stroked his head and his eyes began to flutter. “Want to go and nap?” You offered. Marshall hummed before nodding. A soft yawn escaped him in that exact moment as he moved to stand. You couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable he was as his hands moved to take yours and gently help you up. “What would I do without you?” You whispered into his ear whilst leaning into his side. His arm snaked around your middle as you both walked. “You don’t need to ever find out.” Marshall pressed a sweet kiss to your temple.

You blushed and hid into his neck as he whispered sweet nothings. “You might get bored of me.” You found yourself babbling, your insecurities rising. “Never.” Marshall promised, his fingers moving through your locks some more. You could feel the stress of the day completely melting from you at his presence alone as you both moved into the bedroom. “Don’t you have to work today?” You asked as Marshall moved to pull the covers back. “Wanted to spend time with you.” He smiled over the bed, pulling off that top of his and you couldn’t help but look and try not act on your desires as your sleepiness returned. “Like what you see?” Marshall teased as he always did and you could only blush and move into bed.

“Shut up.” You burrowed into the pillow. “Like you are any better.” You teased him whilst settling uncomfortably on your back. You hated this position. “Hmm, not my fault you are one hot mama.” Marshall whispered into your ear as he moved to massage your ample, sensitive breasts. His fingers moved over your nipples and had you arching into his touch.

“Please..” You whined and watched Marshall lean in and hotly captured them. Your eyes rolled and your fingers moved over his head as you lost yourself for the moment.

[fict1onallyobsessed]

Comforting the broken

Kate Bishop X Fem!Reader

Summary - You've watched Kate exhaust herself whilst on missions with the fellow Avengers, Hawkeye. You're the one to always comfort her when she needs it.

Not my GIF!

To say that running around with Hawkeye trying to save the city was exhausting, was an understatement. You watched Kate do it. You watched her open the door and stumble forwards from tiredness; You heard her through the phone, on the verge of crying because of how her muscles hurt; You felt her wounds when she couldn't physically fix them herself. Usually she'd refuse to let you see her injuries, afraid you'd get frightened by them and leave. But sometimes she had to shove those thoughts aside and let you help if she couldn't reach or they needed stitching.

It pained your heart, watching her exhaust herself to sleep. It couldn't of been healthy. Bruises and cuts became layered on her skin; layers upon layers of unhealed scars physically stopping her from moving freely.

"Time will heal them." She'd say. You didn't agree. Time would only cover them with scar tissue and the pain would lessen; but it would never be gone.

The first time after you found out about her and Clint's friendship, she called you from her house. "Uh. You free?" She stuttered quietly. You could hear her sniffing, not being very subtle about the tears escaping her eyes.

You didn't hesitate to grab your car keys, driving to her house while still on the phone to her, letting her know you were close. Her voice was high, just like when you're about to cry and your throat is closing up on you.

You didn't knock on her door, quickly inviting yourself in just to see her parched up against her window on the other side of her apartment, head in her hands as sobs escaped her mouth. You were immediately by her side, letting her lean on you while she held onto your jumper with dear life. You asked her if she was hurt but she just had minor bruises.

Maybe it wasn't the physical strain her last mission had on her, maybe it was the mental affect the fighting had on her.

"I saw- There was- Dead-" she tried to inhale air into her lungs, but it was a futile attempt as she broke down even more. You just ran your fingers through her hair, kissing her hairline and gently shushed her into a final silence.

If it wasn't the exhaustion, it was the tears that put her to sleep. Everything just being too much for her. You kissed her forehead one last time before picking her up gently. She unconsciously wrapped her legs around your waist; her arms circling your neck before you walked up the metal stairs to her room.

She was still in her suit, but you doubted that she's want you to change her while she was sleeping, so you placed her on her bed and just took out her phone and other things in her pockets, letting her sleep.

You ended up falling asleep on the couch and in the morning, you made breakfast for both you and Kate. The metal creaking of the stairs made you spin, both your hands leaning against the counter on either side of your body as you watched Kate walk closer to you.

"Morning," You smiled. She returned the smile as well right before she extended her arms to hug you. Now pressed up against Kate and the counter behind you, you let her arms circle your waist while her chin was placed in the crook of your neck.

"You okay?" She simply hummed, closing her eyes as she inhaled your comforting scent. "Better now you're here. Where'd you sleep?' You chuckled, kissing the side of her face before pulling away to meet her red, puffy eyes.

"The sofa."

"You shouldn't have. We could of shared the bed. Plus, cuddles would be nice in the morning." She whispered shyly, a gentle smile grazing her lips.

The second time, you were already at her house. The lock on her door rattled before she stumbled through, suit ripped, bow and arrows on her shoulders. You jumped up from sofa you sat on, instantly catching her in your arms before she had the chance to fall.

Her arms circled your neck, immediately sighing when she left your skin on hers. You took off her bow and arrows and placed it on the floor before helping her to the sofa. She groaned when she landed, melting into her seat. Cuts and bruises littered her body much worse than the first time you saw her like this. It was so clear she was physically drained. She was almost already asleep.

"Hey love, stay awake." You sat down next to her, caressing strands of hair out of her face. "Where are you hurt?"

She just shook her head, ready to stand up and refuse to let you help. You just pushed her back down gently, saying you'd help her and she didn't need to worry. With a bit of hesitation, she nodded but said she wanted you to do it upstairs. Obeying her command, you helped her upstairs and into her bed and then went to grab her first aid kit By the time you were out, she was awake enough to keep her eyes open.

"Where are you hurt?" Other than the massive cut on her bicep, there was nothing else visible.

"My stomach." She whispered, grabbing her suit and roughly squeezing it in her hand. You sat down next to her, reaching up to the zipper in the front of her suit and halted right in front of it. She nodded, allowing you to unzip the top part so you could push it off her shoulders. You could see her heart beat through her chest, her breathing hitching whenever it irritated a wound.

"I'm sorry. This will hurt." You pushed it off her shoulders, setting her arms free so the top part of her suit was completely off. She sat up so her legs hung off the edge of her bed so you could first fix her back. It didn't need stitching, but you needed to disinfect the smaller injuries. Her bicep was next, then her stomach. "Done. "

You finished the final stitch, pulling away from her now laying body. Her eyes were on the ceiling, hands clutching her quilt from the pain the needle made.

"Don't pop them, huh? Keep it chill for a while." She huffed with a smile.

"I gotta get changed somehow?" But after a bit of consideration, she inhaled sharply. "I'm too tired. I'll sleep in this,' You chuckled, shaking your head before getting off the bed to put her first aid kit back.

"Wait. Stay?" Her hand shot out to stop you, grabbing your forearm before you could completely disappear.

"I will. Let me just put this back. " You showed her the kit, tilting your head with a smile, to which she let your arm go. You smiled when returning to her. Her gentle snores were heard from the bathroom, her half naked body laid on her bed. You walked to her dresser, grabbing a hoodie and walking closer to her. Carefully, you placed it on her without popping any stitches or waking her up.

After, you placed your body next to hers, sideways so you could face her. She was so beautiful. You've known her for years and you didn't recall a single time she wasn't. Her hair was always in her face, which she didn't seem to mind, but you liked it because you could brush it back at any given moment. You did so for the last time before you cuddled up to her, letting unconsciousness flow through your body.

You didn't meet Clint until the third time where she wasn't actually hurt at all.

"Y/N?' You sat up in your bed, brows furrowed as you checked what time it was. Kate's voice seemed quite calm, so you wondered why she was calling you at 4 am. You got your answer when you heard the gunfire in the background.

"Yeah?"

"Urm. My place is…on fire." Your eyebrows shot up. On fire? What kinda shit did Clint get her into this time?

"Wha- Uhh…Come to my house then?" There was silence for a moment- Well, you'd call it a moment of silence if it wasn't for the screaming and guns in the background.

"Are you sure? Clint will have to come too. You sighed. You had more than enough space. Rubbing your face with your free hand, you nodded;

"Okay fine. Just get here safe." Not even 10 minutes later, there was a knock on your door. You walked down the stairs, rubbing sleep off of your eyes. You weren't bothered to change out of your hoodie and joggers; it was what you essentially slept in. You stepped aside to let the pair in, closing the door with the heel of your foot. Kate instantly enveloped you into a hug, swinging you side to side. You hadn't seen her in a while due to her latest mission, so your grip on her was tighter than ever.

"Damn. Your dad rich or something, kid?" Clint himself looked around your house, dropping his bow so it leaned against the wall Kate pulled away from you, about to say something but you beat her to it.

"My dads dead. I'm a surgeon. And I'm 23." You smiled sarcastically. You didn't really care. You hadn't met your father, so often jokes were made between you and Kate about both your dads being six feet under. You laughed when you saw how Clint's face dropped.

"Don't worry about it. Never met the dude. You guys hungry?" Kate nodded, already starting to walk to the kitchen she's been in many times.

"Absolutely." You followed with a smile and so did Clint, still looking around at how big your house was. The two of them sat next to the island, Clint literally still looking around before sitting; "You lived here long?"

"No." you shook your head as you went to prepare some food for them. "Bought it a couple months ago."

"You bought it?" Clint's eyes went wide. America didn't exactly provide cheap accommodation, so being able to buy a house that was visibly worth a lot of money at your age was an achievement.

Kate furrowed her eyebrows, at Clint's question.

"Did you not hear her say she's a surgeon? You know how much they get a year?" Clint only lifted his hand up in defence, a impressed smile dancing on his lips. After they ate, you showed Clint one of many guest bedrooms and he reassured you that he wouldn't stay long and how he "didn't want to cause any trouble". You just dismissed him, telling him he could stay as long as he wanted.

Walking to your room, you knew that Kate wouldn't occupy any of the guest rooms you had. She'd want to sleep in your room, like she always did. Of course you didn't mind. You loved her for it and the comfort she provided when you were close to her. You smiled when you saw Kate laid out of your bed with your hoodie on.

"Why did I know you'd be in here?" You chuckled, climbing into the bed beside her. Both of you turned so you could face each other. No matter how much stress went into saving someone's life almost daily, looking into Kate's eyes always made your lungs close. Not even the thought of operating on someone made you that nervous.

"Because… I'm always in here?" She laughed at you gently, her nose scrunching up for a moment. Then a calm silence took over the room. The darker threads of green stood out the most in her eyes. You could spend hours looking into them if you could. It was as if every time you saw them, they were a little different, and you wanted to take in every detail of the landscaped they created when you did. Her black hair and lashes contrasted her bright eyes, making them even prettier.

"I'm sorry to just walk in on you like that." She whispered, her eyes now holding a sudden sadness you didn't exactly pinpoint. You reached out to move her hair out of her face again, brows gently furrowed at her apology.

"Don't apologise. I'm happy you're safe, you know?" She seemed to relax with that, along with the thumb that was caressing her cheek. Smiling, she pulled herself closer to you so your noses where almost touching. You felt her breath fan your lips before her eyes scanned your features. You watched her eyes, noting that her pupil had gotten so large that you could barely see the colour in her iris's.

"So you wouldn't be mad if I did this?" She spoke barely above a whisper. You were about to ask what she meant, but her lips landed on yours before a word could leave it. You couldn't help but smile into the kiss, going to cup her jaw in order to pull her closer.

Your whole body tingled, the feeling of her leg going over your waist to straddle you felt almost inviting. You turned so you laid on your back, and before you could think about your hands, they were already under her- your hoodie, her skin smooth and radiating heat. The gentle pitter of the rain outside of your window made it that more intense.

She pulled away while your hands were gripping her waist, still under the hoodie she wore. You melted when she looked down at you, her smile making you return the gesture. Despite her sometimes confident exterior, she let herself be herself around you.

Looking almost fragile on top of you, her cheeks became flushed, the heat travelling down her neck now hyperaware of your hand placement. She almost looked as if she became insecure, twisting in your grip to get off of you, but you kept your grip strong before pulling her back down, connecting your lips with hers once more.kate bishophaek

[jingles--18]

Jay Halstead - Overnight Dad

not my gif

Chapter 6

You had fallen asleep due to being exhausted. This was probably the worst reaction you had ever had. Jay unbeknown to you hadn’t left your side since arriving. He sat there watching as you slept holding your hand internally beating himself up. Hailey and Will watched from outside knowing that he needed to do this alone.

“Y’know it’s not his fault right?” Will asked Hailey but in more of a statement, “He needs to realise this and stop beating himself up,”

Hailey scoffed, “That’s like talking to a brick wall. He’ll over analyse this for the next month,” She knew he meant well. But he could be over critical on himself.

Hailey was distracted by the buzz of her phone. A message from Kelly asking how you were. He took off shortly after Jay and Hailey arrived as it had been scary for Katie. She replied telling him you were sleeping it off.

You could hear noises around you, but it took you a minute to remember where you were. The hospital. You’re eyes began to flicker open and a groan escaped your lips. You felt a hand in yours which you presumed to be your dads.

“Hey kiddo,” The voice brought you to reality as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “Good sleep?” He asked as he watched you begin to take in your surroundings. You nodded and tried to sit up in the bed which he instantly helped you with. By this point Hailey, Will and Natalie had entered the room. Natalie was the doctor who was actually treating you.

You gave them all a little smile, still too exhausted to speak. Natalie went through some questions and checks but gave you the all clear to go home. After twenty minutes you were set to head home still feeling exhausted. You hadn’t really spoken which wasn’t completely abnormal for you as you were a really shy kid. Jay held onto your hand as you had refused a wheelchair but you were a bit wobbly on your feet, jays instincts were telling him to just carry you but that was still un chartered territory. So when you stopped and looked up at him he was surprised when those words came out your mouth. “Can you carry me please?” Hailey was shocked too but a smile crept across her face.

He cleared his throat, “yeah of course,” he smiled before bending and lifting you up, positioning you to his side slightly and you wrapped your legs around his waist, arms around his neck and rested your head on his shoulder. It felt odd, but in a nice way, jay felt the same. Hailey by this point was walking behind and snuck her phone out to get a picture as she knew this was a moment worth remembering. By the time you had all gotten to Jay’s truck you had fallen asleep and become a bit of a dead weight, not that Jay minded.

“Hails, can you get the door please? She’s asleep,” he whispered in an attempt to not wake you.

“She looks like you when she sleeps,” Hailey held the door open and they both stood for a second to take in the tiny human (to them anyways) that had rocked their world. Smiling Jay closed the door quietly.

The journey home lasted twenty minutes and you had slept through all of it absolutely exhausted from today. Jay unbuckled your seat belt and carefully lifted you again into his arms, cursing himself as he heard you begin to stir.

“Shh, we’re home, go back to sleep” he whispered before kissing your head. You lay with your head resting on his shoulder as your eyes adjusted to the surroundings of the hallway to your apartment.

Hailey had gone ahead and opened up the doors to make it easier for Jay. He headed straight for your bed room as you lay quietly holding onto your dad, him not aware that you had started to wake up.

He pulled the covers back and gently placed you down taking surprise when he noticed that you weren’t sleeping.

“Hey, kiddo.” He spoke softly whilst tucking you in. “I’ll let you sleep for a bit and then we can think about food. Sound okay?” He asked before standing up.

You nodded your head, feeling the tiredness deep over you again. Jay turned on his heels and went to walk out the door before stopping with surprise when he heard you speak.

“Dad?” His head turned as he tried to wipe the shock off his face, “yeah kiddo?”

“Can you stay?” You asked, moving to create some space for your dad to sit. His face softened as he realised what you were asking. He nodded and took his jacket off, laying it on your desk before sitting on the side of your queen size bed. He felt a little uncomfortable as once again this was something completely new to him but he leaned back against the head board and lifted his feet up to get comfy. You instantly closed the gap, cuddling into his side with half eyed Ted before crashing out again. As he put his arm around you, he couldn’t help the giant grin that crept along his face. It no longer felt uncomfortable, instead it felt comfortably normal.

This, he could get used too.

[amatchinwater]

When Trust is Earned

Warnings: some angst

Ch 6/14 (Ch 5)

a/n: sorry this took an extra day, I'm still traumatized over Stranger Things

Lies of Omission (ao3)

---

Shit has gone to hell in a handbasket real fucking quick.

It was well into the night by the time Theo made it back with a very wounded Liam and Hayden. Watching the chimera walk through those doors, knowing that he was the one who saved them, Stiles couldn’t stop the smile if he wanted to. Then Scott, Malia, and Mason came back not five minutes after the couple had fallen asleep. Looking completely adorable, if you ask Stiles. Theo went around and gave everyone in the pack a hug, a huge weight seeming to lift off the True Alpha’s shoulder. Then it hit Stiles, he was about to be able to show affection to Theo without having to feel weird about it because everyone else had. 

Like things couldn’t get any worse either, his father heeded his warning. Not to interrupt whoever it was taking the chimeras. Stiles just wasn’t expecting to be told that Parrish was the one who hulked out. At least they know who’s stealing the dead teenagers. He’s just no closer to figuring out why. The banshee was able to deduce where Jordan was bringing them. So that’s something. 

Barely.

Stiles and Lydia are making zero progress finding the Nemeton on their own. You’d think a banshee would be able to find the bodies with no trouble at all. Or the chimera who was once possessed by a thousand year old fox demon the Nemeton itself trapped. But no, no such luck. They’ve been walking around the preserve for hours. Yeah, it’s only been a day, but being a chimera hasn’t done much in the way of Stiles wanting to be active. 

“We should just head back to school,” Stiles sighs heavily. “We’re never gonna find it like this.” It’s hot. He’s annoyed. All Stiles really wants to do is go home and curl up in bed. Theoretically, he shouldn’t be exhausted now that he’s a chimera. But this is a kind of tiredness that he feels deep in his bones. His brain. A week of sleep sounds perfect. 

“I don’t see why we just can’t tell Parrish,” the eye roll in the banshee’s voice is crystal clear. 

“Because-” Stiles’ phone starts ringing in his pocket, “hang on.” Digging the device out, Theo’s smiling face pops up on the screen and the chimera blanches. It’s not just the other chimera, Stiles is curled up to his chest too. That was the night he was turned. When did Theo find the time to do that? How did Stiles not wake up? Whatever the case may be, it’s incredibly cute and warms the chimera’s heart. “It’s Theo,” Stiles informs the banshee. 

“Put him on speaker,” she grins. 

Stiles slides the green button over, “hey, Theo.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” Stiles’ cheeks flare at the other chimera’s words. Why did he think putting Theo on speaker would be a good idea? Lydia’s grin widens until Theo continues, “I’ve got some bad news.” 

“Theo, what’s going on?” The banshee asks.

“Stiles, your dad is here at the school. Another chimera died; a girl,” Theo tells them and Stiles curses under his breath. “And it only gets worse. Corey started spewing mercury from his mouth. They’re taking him to the hospital now. I’m in the truck waiting for Scott. Do you remember what I said the other day? About proving it to you?” 

The chimera risks a side glance at Lydia, regretting it instantly when he sees her squint at him. “Yeah,” he mutters, not sure he wants the banshee to hear this. But he can’t find the words to tell her himself. 

“Do you trust me?” 

“You know I do.”

“Then mute yourself and stay on the phone,” Theo instructs. “I told you it’d only take a few choice words.” 

Stiles scoffs, “I still don’t think he’ll believe you.” It’s his last attempt at keeping faith in Scott. But to be honest, it’s dwindling to nothing really quickly. 

“Just trust me, Kitten,” Theo says again, apparently not caring that the banshee can hear him. 

“Okay,” Stiles says, putting his phone on mute, flicking his gaze up to a very confused Lydia. “Lyds, you’re about to hear some bad shit. But I need you to understand that what Theo is about to say is only half of the truth. Okay? Please, Lydia, I need you to believe me.”

“I’m very confused,” the banshee admits, “but I will always trust you, Stiles. You know that.” Her smile warms him to his very soul. 

He doesn’t get a chance to say anything back because Scott’s voice comes through the speaker, “hey, what did you want to talk to me about?”

“I-it can wait.”

“If something’s wrong, you should tell me,” the wolf counters. “We’ve all got to start talking to each other again.” Novel words coming from the Alpha. 

The other chimera sighs, “this might not be the best place to start, Scott. It’s gonna change your mind about a lot of things.” 

“Theo,” Scott sounds so soft. Trying to use his calming Alpha tone. Stiles tries not to gag. “You can talk to me.”

“Open the glove box,” the other chimera says. There’s some rustling on the other line. “It belonged to Stiles. He,” Theo clears his throat, “he dropped it at the school.”

Stiles realizes what Scott’s holding. The wrench he’d used to hit Donovan after the wendigo bit his shoulder. He rubs the scar, now flaring with a minor ghost pain. Lydia narrows her eyes at the movement.

“Dropped it when?” 

“When he killed Donovan.”

Lydia’s face falls, but she doesn’t look angry. Or disappointed. She looks hurt. Stiles mouths an apology, not wanting to miss the conversation. He reaches his hand out, palm up and she takes it, squeezing gently. He’ll take that as her support. 

“What are you talking about?” Scott sounds off in disbelief. That’s good. That means he can’t believe what Theo’s saying, right?

“You know how he hurt his shoulder, right?” Theo pushes, “I know you smelled the blood.”

“The jeep,” Scotts mumbles, sounding like his own words are foreign to him. “He said the hood fell on him. It wouldn’t be the first time.” 

Why do you think Stiles went with that excuse? Fixing Roscoe has given him more cuts and bruises than he can count. 

“No, no,” Theo takes a shaky breath, “that was Donovan. He attacked Stiles at the school that night. I- I only saw the end of it, because Malia had mentioned that’s the last place she saw him and I was close. But what I saw-” the chimera cuts off with a sniffle.

“Theo, tell me.”

“I saw Donovan go down; hard.” It sounds like Theo is crying. “I couldn’t stop Stiles. He hit Donovan in the face with the wrench and didn’t stop. He just kept hitting him and I- I heard the bones. Maybe Stiles thought he had to defend himself, I don’t know. By the time Stiles was done, he- it- it didn’t even look like a person anymore.” 

Lydia’s face is painfully blank and Stiles is doing his best not to let his own tears fall. He feels like he’s losing two friends in the span of one conversation. 

“That’s not possible.”

“I kept telling myself it was self defense. It was self defense,” the repetition sounds like it was more for Stiles’ benefit than Scott’s. Maybe even Lydia’s too, because she squeezes his hand again and it feels like reassurance. “But Scott, I’ve never seen anything like that before. It didn’t even look real. Like, like something out of a movie. I’ve never seen someone that angry before. Scott, you should really talk to Stiles about this, not me.”

The wolf growls, “oh, believe me, I will.” 

Stiles doesn’t know what to say as he hears two car doors slam closed. Theo says something to Scott about splitting up to find Corey and his footsteps echo through the phone. Lydia still doesn’t look angry and the chimera doesn’t know how to handle that. He can barely meet her green eyed gaze, clinging to her hand like a lifeline. 

“Dammit,” Theo growls, “Corey’s dead. Stiles?” He can’t speak. Theo tries again, “Stiles? Sweetheart, talk to me.”

Lydia reaches over and unmutes his phone, “Stiles, answer him.”

"Kitten?"

“I can’t believe he believed you. He sounded so angry,” Stiles mutters, absolutely shocked at his so-called best friend. “Y-you don’t believe anything you just said…right?” The chimera is unsure why he suddenly needs Theo’s approval or reassurance. Only that he does. Lydia’s too.

“Something tells me you’re not asking me,” the banshee grips his bicep lovingly. “But I don’t believe that’s how it happened either.”

“Of course not, sweetheart,” Theo promises. “If you could have gotten away without it, you would have. How about I come over again tonight?” Stiles half catches Lydia’s parroted again and her smirk. “We can order Chinese and watch a movie. I just have to help Scott with Liam and Hayden first, the Doctors have them at Sinema. Are you going to meet us at the clinic after? Scott wants to look them over there just in case.”

Stiles grins, “yes to all of that. I’m gonna have Lydia take me to the mechanic, supposedly they fixed Roscoe enough to run. Cool?” Lydia nods. “But I’m picking the movie.”

“Whatever you want,” Theo agrees. “I’ll see you later.” 

---

Roscoe is definitely not in running shape. How Stiles made it to the clinic is a miracle in and of itself. He broke down several times along the way. The jeep technically stalled out in the parking lot rather than him actually putting it in park. He’s pissed because he should’ve been here over an hour ago and it’s raining so he’s soaked. Scott’s waiting for him outside in the rain. He can smell Theo inside and wants to run to him. One of the two people who seem to have his back right now. 

Slamming the jeep door closed, “Sorry,” Stiles says, “jeep was giving me problems the whole way here. Turns out being flipped and burned is super bad for cars. Who knew?” He tries to joke, but then he sees the wrench in the wolf’s hands. He knows that Scott knows, but he has to play his part now. “Where’d you get that?” 

“So this is yours?” The wolf growls, spinning the metal tool in his hand. Stiles nods, casting his eyes to the ground. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Wiping water from his eyes, “I was going to,” Stiles tells him. 

“No,” Scott shakes his head. “Why didn’t you tell me when it happened?” 

“I couldn’t.” 

Because you’d be looking at him exactly the way you are now. And Stiles couldn’t handle that. At least at the time. Now he’s just aggravated that the True Alpha believed he could do that. And now the chimera is stuck playing the part of the hurt friend. But he won’t blow his cover and put Theo in danger. No fucking way.

“You killed Donovan.” Not a question. A statement, speaking volumes as to what Scott’s thoughts on all of this is. 

Stiles scoffs, “He was going to kill my dad. He was going to kill me!” The chimera’s arms widen before slapping his thighs. At least he can still tell the truth and not fuck this up. “Was I supposed to just let him? Politely sit down with a smile on my face and let him eat my legs and then tear my head off like he said he would?” He hears a quiet growl, no doubt Theo having heard him. 

“You weren’t supposed to do this,” Scott levels him. “And don’t tell me you didn’t have a choice. There’s always a choice.” 

Even being told that Donovan was ready to kill him, Scott thinks that Stiles could’ve gotten away. What he wouldn’t give to have Derek or Peter, hell even Isaac or Allison here to back him up. It’s kind of funny, but something tells him that even Jackson would believe him. They would understand why he did what he did and they wouldn’t be looking at him like this. Like a disappointment. Like a monster. 

“Yeah, well,” Stiles scoffs, “I can’t do what you can! The great Scott McCall, you’re the True Alpha! Guess fucking what? Not all of us can be True Alphas! Some of us have to get out hands dirty to defend ourselves because some of us are fucking human!” 

The wolf shakes his head, water flying from his hair, “there’s a point where it’s not self defense anymore.” 

“You don’t believe me?” Stiles mutters, shell shocked all over again that even with the truth in front of him, Scott is choosing to listen to Theo instead. He’d rather believe that Stiles is a monster than someone who only did what he had to do to protect himself. 

“I want to.” 

No, you don’t. Your heart even says do.

“What do I do?” Stiles asks merely for the sake of saving face. He’s more than a little done with the wolf. “Scott, tell me how to fix this.” Though he couldn’t care less about fixing things. The Alpha said his piece. Stiles is done. 

“Don’t worry about Malia or Lydia,” Scott says as though that’s an answer. “We’ll take care of this ourselves. Maybe…maybe you should talk to your dad.” 

Then again, that’s an answer enough, isn’t it? Because there isn’t anything Stiles could do to mend things with the wolf. Even if he wanted to. Some part of him tells him that he should feel more hurt about this than he does. But he’s not. Stiles pretends to sulk as he gets back in his jeep, thankful is starts so he can get the fuck out of here. He of course only makes it about halfway home before Roscoe breaks down again and won’t start at all.

Ignoring his now shattered window from throwing the bloodied wrench at it, Stiles walks the rest of the way. Something snaps in his chest and it isn’t until he gets to his house that Stiles realizes it’s the pack bond he’d had with Scott breaking. For what it’s worth, it doesn’t hurt. Once upstairs, the chimera peels out of his wet clothes and takes a scalding shower before getting dressed in some pajamas, sitting up in bed while he waits for Theo. 

A car pulls up in his driveway and not a moment later does he get a text from Theo. 

Kitten, where are you?

Right. His jeep is on the side of the road somewhere. Theo probably thinks he didn’t come home. 

I’m upstairs. Jeep broke down so I had to walk. The door’s unlocked.

His front door opens and shuts, the scent of Theo and wonton egg drop soup floods his nostrils before footsteps echo on the stairs. The other chimera opens his bedroom door, to-go bag in one hand and a backpack in the other. “I come with comfort food and my own clothes this time,” Theo smiles, waving the two bags in his hands. “You eat, I’m gonna get changed. Did you pick a movie?”

Stiles takes the offered paper bag and starts to lay its contents on the bed. Smiling at the massive container of soup, steamed dumplings, spare ribs, and disgusting amount of egg rolls. Theo got all of his favorites. “I mean, Star Wars is always a comfort for me.” 

“So we’ll watch that then,” Theo says easily with a smile, grabbing Stiles’ laptop off his desk and putting it next to him on the bed. “I’ll be right back,” he turns to leave.

Opening the laptop, Stiles loads up the movie. It’s still inserted from the last time he’d watched it. “I think I can handle seeing you in your boxers,” Stiles laughs, popping the lid off the soup. 

The other chimera shrugs, and takes his jacket off. Stiles does his best to not pay attention and focus on eating. Which lasts all of two seconds because the other chimera does that stupid over the head, one arm pull to take his shirt off and drops his pants before Stiles can recover. He’s trying very hard to not let the hot soup venture to his lungs seeing Theo in the restricting, black fabric of his boxer briefs. 

Theo for once takes pity on him and doesn’t tease him for staring, fishing in his backpack and putting on the sweats and tee he pulled out. The other chimera presses play on the laptop, settling himself beside Stiles and grabbing a container of dumplings. The golden letters aren’t even off the screen before Theo’s talking, “I’m sorry I had to show you that way.”

“It sucked,” Stiles admits, dipping an egg roll in his soup. “But I think I’m okay now. I mean, Lydia believes me. And I’ve got you, right?” 

“Always,” Theo agrees, leaning over to place a kiss on the chimera’s shoulder. 

They eat their meal in companionable silence with Theo cleaning everything up, per his own insistence. Once he’s back in bed, they’re curling up with one another. Laying his head on the other chimera’s chest, it’s no time before Stiles starts purring, trying to nuzzle as close as he can to fall asleep. “You are a very nice pillow,” the chimera states. 

“I’m sure it’d be even more comfortable if I was my wolf,” Theo informs him, gently playing with the chimera’s hair. 

Stiles shoots up, “I can’t believe I forgot about that!” His face breaks into a cheeky grin, “let me see!” He gently pushes the laughing chimera.

“Alright, alright,” he playfully swats Stiles’ hands away, getting up from the bed. “I promise I’ll teach you how, okay?” 

“Okay, sure,” Stiles flails, “come on,” he drags the word. Awe is the closest the chimera can think to describe how he feels at the sight. One second Theo is yanking his shirt off and the next black hairs are sprouting from every inch of skin and his eyes are glowing gold. Then he drops to the floor, four paws hitting the carpet, a beautiful, massive black wolf staring at him. “Holy shit,” Stiles mutters, eyes ready to bulge out of his head as Theo shakes his, his ears flopping around. 

He’s a fucking wolf. An actual wolf. That’s fucking crazy! The only other time Stiles had ever seen it was when Derek transformed from one in Mexico. But Theo is huge. Maybe it’s because he’s a chimera? That’s what makes the most sense to Stiles at least. He wonders just how much of a wolf Theo is right now. Is Theo there at all? Is he fucking sentient? 

“Can I,” Stiles reaches his hand out without really thinking, or bothering to contemplate his prior question at all. That if this is mostly an animal right now, he could get bit for trying to pet it. But when his hand touches the soft fur between the other chimera’s ears, the wolf rumbles softly, rubbing his head against Stiles’ palm. “Are you still you? Like, can you understand me?” 

The wolf bumps his head again, lifting his eyes to flash them gold at him. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” the chimera laughs. “Well come on,” he moves farther back on the bed, lifting the covers, “I was promised you’d be more comfortable like this.” Stiles fights the urge to literally pat the bed. 

Theo hops up on the mattress, nearly making Stiles roll from his weight. The other chimera nudges him until he’s laying on his back. Stiles settles against his pillow. Well, tries to at least. He’s never been big on sleeping on his back. The wolf gently lays down, positioning himself until he’s practically half laying on top of Stiles. The chimera grunts. Nope. No way is this comfortable. But then Theo shifts every so slightly and lays his head on Stiles’ chest and starts to growl softly. 

Stiles’ hands wrap around the wolf on instinct, fingers running through the fur. “Okay,” the chimera yawns deeply, wiggling enough to settle. “This is,” another yawn rips through him, his head falling to the side and bumping with Theo’s nose. “This is nice,” Stiles mumbles, already half asleep from the living security blanket.

Ch 7 (coming 7/6)

[bokukawas]

two sides of the same coin

pairing; Itadori Yuuji x Reader (x Sukuna, at least kinda/implied)

warnings; i didn’t proofread this at all lol

a/n; woke up this morning with this imagine in mind so naturally i had to get it out of my head

summary;  cuddle time with your boyfriend makes the monster come out... only he doesn’t seem that scary to you / seriously this is just a little something, don’t expect much of this

word count; 1,9k

Your boyfriend, Itadori Yuuji, leans heavily against you as soon as you open the door to him. Pressing his face into the crook of your neck and moaning dramatically as he puts his arms around you to squish you against his broad chest and puts even more of his weight on you. Snorting you stumble a step back, arms reaching around him to steady both of you, with little succes as you keep stumbling back because he was a beefy guy and you had trouble keeping him upright. 

“Yuuji, what are you doing, you’re heavy” you huff as you stagger another step backwards, his face never leaving your neck as he sighs again.

“’m tired.” Came his nuzzled answer against your collar, leaving goosebumps in his wake as his hot breath tickles over your exposed skin.

“I can tell. C’mon then, I have dinner ready for you.”

You maneuver your boyfriend to your shared kitchen and sit him down on a chair so you have your hands free to get his food ready. He watches you with big tired eyes the whole time, exhaustion making them droop and close from time to time, seemingly without him even noticing it. He looked cute, as usual, a little disheveled, but still utterly cute and a warm feeling spread in your chest again as you watched him slowly stuff his face with what you prepared for him, munching happily, but slowly. Another indicator at how exhausted he must be, you thought to yourself. Usually the food would be gone in little to no time.

“Can we watch a movie now? I want to cuddle.” Your simple approving hum was answer enough for him. Instead of waiting for you to clean up, he wraps his arms around your middle as soon as you were close enough to him and carries you to the living room as if you would weight nothing. Well his inhuman strength sure came in handy sometimes.

Gently putting you down on the couch, he hands you the tv remote, before flopping down on you entirely, arms going around your hips as he snuggles his face into your lap. Another sigh leaves his lips, this time sounding very content as you tenderly run your fingers through his hair. You chuckle.

“You don’t even want to watch a film, you just want to be cuddled, am I right?”

“No, but you can choose the movie.”

“Liar. You don’t even have your eyes open.” You laugh as you poke his cheek. “Such a big baby.”

“Mhh don’t stop.” He grumbles when he couldn’t feel your fingers comb through his hair anymore.

Absentmindedly you just put on a random documentary on Netflix, focus never leaving your boyfriends face. Or what you could see of it anyways, as he had it mushed against your thighs.

“Hard mission today? Want to talk about it?” you ask as you continue to run your fingers through his pinkish hair, grazing your nails along his neck exactly how he likes it.

A first approving hum and another declining hum vibrate against your legs and you smile fondly down at him. It has been a long time since he last came home this exhausted. At times like this, you were actually happy that he had the king of curses residing inside of him. Sukuna surely would intervene when it got dangerous enough, making sure Yuuji, and therefore he himself would survive.  

Continuing to gently caress your boyfriend, you start thinking again. It has been some time now since Yuuji had last lost control and let Sukuna emerge. It also usually happens when he was as exhausted as he currently was: when he was letting his guard down.

And sure enough, as your fingers trail down his neck, scratching at his scalp before slightly massaging his muscles you could see them: faint black lines appearing all over your boyfriends body. They disappear just as quickly when Yuuji moves a little, readjusting his weight on you, making it even easier to access his neck just how he likes it.

Soon enough his breathing evens out again, chest lifting and falling slowly, drooling a little as he drifts off for real this time. Black lines appear again all over him. Smiling, you trace your finger along one of them, noticing the little shudder the man tries to hold back. Humming, you continue to caress your boyfriends face and neck. Your smile only grows as time goes by, so when finally a red eye pops open on your boyfriends’ cheek you snicker.

“Who would’ve thought that the king of curses likes to be babied as well…” you mock, as you gently run your finger below his eye, pulling it quickly away when a mouth appears to snap at it.

The man currently in your lap was not your boyfriend anymore and you knew that. Of course you did. As soon as the markings appeared he was gone, yet you just knew Sukuna wouldn’t hurt you. When this switch had happened the first time without Yuuji noticing, you had freaked out and poked him hardly, which woke him up instantly and made Sukuna disappear in a matter of seconds. He was just as freaked out as you were about it then, so you had kept it a secret that it had happened after that again. And again.

So now, when 3 more red eyes stared up at you as he lifted his head a little you only sigh, but run your hands through his hair nonetheless.

“Rough day for you as well, hm? You’re not very chatty today.”

Sukunas much deeper voice rumbles against your thighs as he rests his head there again and whines. “I think I was the only one having a rough day. The brat nearly got himself killed…again.”

Stopping your ministrations, you fix your eyes on his face and wait for him to elaborate. When he does not, you pull at his hair a little. “Could you please explain how my boyfriend nearly got himself killed…again!?”

“Did I tell you to stop?”

“What?” you ask confused.

He lifts himself up again, giving your hands a pointed look, making you groan. “You’re so demanding.”

“I’m the king of curses, you should do as I say or you’ll die.”

“Oh shut up, you were literally drooling in my lap two minutes ago.”

“I wasn’t, the brat was. I could kill you right now.”

Rolling your eyes you shove your hands back into his hair a little rougher than necessary, pulling on strands of his hair as he still didn’t tell you what happened. “Tell me or I’ll stop again.”

Your leg heats up as he exhales against it slowly and then starts telling you what happened. Yuuji was a decent fighter you knew that, but you also knew that one of his weak points were his friends and loved ones. And today that had proved to be the problem.

“I had to grow back his whole arm,” he complains. “If I hadn’t switched with him he would have bled to death right there.”

Your hands falter again. So it had been really bad today. No wonder he hadn’t wanted to tell you about it. “Hey honey, I nearly died today, how was your day?” Goosebumps raise on your arms as you imagine how the day could have gone if Sukuna had not meddled. Instead of your tired boyfriend coming home to you, a random worker from jujutsu tech, telling you he died. Or even worse, one of his close friends coming to deliver such a horrendous message. You involuntarily shudder.

“Don’t worry, he’s fine.”

Cupping his cheek, you make him look up at you. “Thank you, Sukuna.”

“I only did it to safe myself.”

“That doesn’t mean I appreciate it any less.”

His mouth already pulled into a snarl, ready to give a snarky remark when the lines on his body started rapidly fading again and a droopy Yuuji was looking at you again.

“Sorry sweetie, were you talking to me?” he yawns loudly and squishes his face even more into your lap, snuggling in again. “I’m just so tired.”

Gently running your fingers over his face, you poke him in the cheek. “Let’s go to bed then puppy, you need to rest properly.”

It was obvious that Yuuji didn’t want to move away from his place on top of you, but he also knew you were right. As nice as your fingers in his hair felt, in the end this position would strain his neck and make him even sorer than he already was. So he reluctantly got up and got himself ready for bed, humming happily when he saw that you joined him in the bathroom.

With the toothbrush still dangling from his mouth he asks you what you had been saying earlier. Pondering if you should tell him that you’ve been talking with Sukuna, and not for the first time at that, you decide against it…for now. He would surely freak out again and lose all of his tiredness if you told him now and then he wouldn’t be able to rest. And he so very clearly needed to rest. You could tell him tomorrow morning, you decided. So you tell him you’ve only been rambling along a little.

After brushing his teeth, he leaves you alone to do your evening routine, but not before he discards his shirt and trousers in the laundry basket. He was one of those persons who always ran hot, so he only slept in his boxers. Who needed a blanket or clothes when they could have their girlfriend warm them up, right? That was his motto. You snort when he came back to give you a quick kiss on the cheek, telling you to hurry.

When you came to the bedroom shortly after that, he was already sprawled out in bed, opening his arms for you to lay on top of him, so you do. Resting your face on his chest, snuggling closer so you could press little kisses to the underside of his chin, making him laugh. His comforting smell soon engulfs you and you nuzzle your nose harder against him, silently thanking Sukuna again for saving your boyfriend. In return, you can feel his arms wrap around you even more tightly.

“Yuuji?” you softly whisper. He only hums for you to know he heard you, and gives a little squeeze to encourage you to continue speaking.

Lifting yourself up a little, you press a quick kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

Yuuji pops open an eye at that, pulls you close again and kisses you back, slowly, as if he had all the time in the world, pouring all his love for you into the kiss, instead of just saying ‘i love you’ back.You smile against his lips. “Good night.”

Taking up your position on his chest again, you close your eyes as well, listening to his soft breathing and little snores. Eventually it gets silent again and you feel two more arms wrap around your middle. Now too tired yourself to lift up your head and look at Sukuna, you just press a soft kiss against his chest as well, mumbling a “thank you again, ‘kuna.” Into his chest, before falling asleep yourself.

You miss the fond smile that grazes the curses lips as he beholds you, laying there utterly at peace in his arms and sighs. Maybe he did save that brat not only for his own benefits after all.