#also i feel this is probably going to happen

[yueebby]

date crasher — dick grayson

synopsis. dick grayson swears he’s not in love with you. he just happens to find an unreasonable amount of joy in ruining your dates. purely for entertainment, of course.

contents. fluff, lowkey manipulative dick? he’s weird, theyre both whipped but they’re also both equally dense.

notes. inspired by that one smallville scene.

Despite what everyone says, Dick does not have feelings for you. You’re annoying, bossy, and frankly, rude. Definitely the opposite of his type. Or so he tells himself as he trudges to your apartment, cursing every step like it’s some great inconvenience instead of an excuse to see you.

You open the door with a glare so sharp it could cut glass. “You again?”

“Shower’s broken,” he says like it explains everything.

You blink. “And?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Let me use yours.”

A sharp laugh escapes your mouth. “Oh, sure, yeah. Let me just roll out the red carpet for Gotham’s most dramatic orphan.”

“Would it kill you to be nice to me for once?”

“Probably.” You cross your arms. "You literally live in a penthouse, Grayson. Call a plumber like a normal rich person. Or better yet, go use one of Bruce’s fifty extra bathrooms.”

Dick sighs, already tired. “First of all, Alfred’s out of town, and I’m not about to let Bruce nag me about home maintenance. Second, I’d rather take my chances with you than with Jason. You want me dead? Because he definitely does.”

You hum, considering. “Tempting.”

“Oh, come on, it’s just a shower.”

You squint at him, like you’re searching for the catch. “Fine. But you better not take forever. Some of us actually have social lives.”

Dick steps inside with a smirk. “Right, those thrilling Friday night plans of yours. What is it this time? Reorganizing your bookshelf? Watching true crime documentaries and judging people’s bad decisions?”

You scowl. “For your information, I have a date.”

His smirk falters. Just a little. “Date?”

“Yes, Grayson, some of us are desirable. Now hurry up so I don’t have to explain to him why my apartment smells like a stray I let in out of pity.”

Dick rolls his eyes but heads to the bathroom before you can catch the way his jaw clenches.

The bathroom door shuts behind him, and the moment he turns the water on, Dick sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. Being around you is exhausting and the hot water does little to soothe his irritation. You always have something to say about him. His stupid smirk, his messy hair, his tendency to throw on whatever shirt is closest without looking in a mirror.

Fine. If you’re going to be so obsessed with his hair, he’ll just use all of your expensive shampoo out of spite.

He squeezes way too much into his palm and lathers aggressively, enjoying the petty satisfaction. But as the steam fills the air, the scent of you clings to him. Vanilla. Something floral. Something undeniably you.

His nose scrunches.

It’s nauseating.

…Nauseating, he swears.

But he doesn’t stop sniffing.

Damn it.

Dick groans, pressing his forehead against the cold tile, letting the slowly cooling water run down his body in a weak attempt to regain his composure.

"Get a grip," he mutters under his breath. He’s a trained vigilante, a disciplined fighter raised by one of the greatest strategists in history. He’s faced warlords, assassins, and intergalactic threats without breaking a sweat.

So why does his stubborn mind keep circling back to the fact that his shower isn’t actually broken? That he’s here, in your bathroom, standing under your showerhead, using your shampoo, because he was bored enough to come bother you?

Now he sounds like a complete loser.

The thought barely has time to settle before..

BANG. BANG. BANG.

“GRAYSON, YOU BETTER NOT BE RUBBING ONE OUT IN THERE.”

Dick jerks upright so fast he nearly slips. “Excuse me?”

“You’ve been in there forever! I can feel the steam coming through the door!” Your voice carries through, laced with that whine. The one where you drag your words out just enough to send shivers down his spine. He hates it. It’s infuriating. It’s…

“Don’t make me send you my water bill,” you huff.

Dick sighs, turning the water off and grabbing a towel. “I’ve been in here for, like, ten minutes. What’s the rush?”

“My date’s here, genius, and I left my purse in the bathroom.”

Dick pauses, towel in hand. His grip tightens around the fabric as an unexpected weight settles in his stomach. His frown is instinctive, but he masks it with a quip before he can dwell on it.

“Purse?” He tuts, stepping out of the shower. “The guy’s making you pay? Wow.” He whistles lowly. “You have awful taste in men.”

Silence.

Then, barely audible through the door.

"Trust me, I know."

Something about your quietness shifts the atmosphere. The usual fire in your voice dims just enough for him to recognize it. Hesitation, maybe. He doesn’t know why it makes his chest tighten.

An idea strikes him. One that he’d know would definitely rile you up.

With his towel slung low around his hips, he heads for the door.

You sigh in relief when he finally exits the bathroom, but the relief is quickly replaced a glare.

“The hell are you doing?” Your voice is suspicious, but he can hear the shuffle of your footsteps behind him.

Dick smirks. “Relax. I just wanna meet the poor guy who’s stuck with you for the night. Give him a warning and all that.”

“Grayson, don’t you dare—”

But he already has his hand on the doorknob. And the way your eyes widen in actual panic makes a sick part of him swell with amusement.

“Are you crazy?!” You lunge for him, but Dick is faster— or maybe you let him be faster. Either way, it’s too late.

The door swings open.

Your date stands frozen on the other side, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head as he takes in the sight of Dick Grayson dripping wet, shirtless, towel hanging just low enough to be scandalous.

“…Uh.”

The poor guy looks from Dick to you, eyes flickering down to where your hand is still gripping Dick’s bicep, peeking out from behind him like some kind of guilty party.

The silence stretches.

“Hey,” Dick says easily, leaning against the doorframe like he’s in his own apartment. “You must be the guy.”

Your date blinks rapidly, clearly struggling to compute the situation.

Dick grins, because this is too easy. “So… you treating them right, or should I be worried?”

But Dick isn’t stupid. He knows the guy isn’t right for you. No, he doesn’t know how you take your coffee in the morning, or that you have this annoying habit of leaning on the nearest person, him, of course, when you’re tired. And he definitely doesn’t know how your voice gets all breathless when you two play fight, like you’re trying not to smile even when you’re pretending to be mad.

You shove him. “Grayson, I swear to—”

But the way your date’s expression shifts, how he suddenly looks a little less sure tells Dick everything he needs to know.

And if that knowledge makes his smirk widen? Well.

He’ll chalk it up as a win.

thank you for reading! :3

[tokoyamisstuff]

Random thought how good do you think each invincible variant would be at eating 😺 is there any of them who would be an actual munch

18+ explicit content

Sis, don't- it's not worth it...

Other variants under the cut!

Omnivincible is more skilled than most of them. I just feel like he's got a mature approach and wouldn't just mindlessly delve in like some horny teenager.

He'd take his sweet time, enjoying himself without necessarily wanting something in return. In general he takes great pride in causing you pleasure. Is also pretty creative. After all his strenght allows him to eat you out in positions you didn't even know were possible.

Thought you can only come once at a time? He'll prove you otherwise.

Movincihawk constantly brags about his 'superior technique' but at the bottom line he's not all that good at it, sorry.

It's not like he isn't skilled, but he's pretty selfish and impatient. Any kind of foreplay is not a priority for him in general, he likes to go straight to the point.

Fucks pretty well to make up for it though.

Sinister Mark acts like he's doing you a favor, but with how eager he buries himself between your legs it's evident to say he enjoys this as much - if not even more than - you.

This man pins your thighs apart and eats you out like a man starving. Your taste drives him fucking crazy, so yes it could happen that he bites down harder than he intended to.

Likes to eat you out on your period. No I will not elaborate.

Striped/Target Invincible is super vocal during the whole thing. His grunts and groans vibrate against your folds, he doesn't even notice the effect you have on him.

Hope you're ready for the whole range of dirty talk, mostly degrading but occasionally throwing in words of acknowledgement. Tells you how this is your place - beneath him, completely at his mercy.

Uses his fingers better than his tongue, but is fairly good at both. The combination will send you straight to heaven.

No Goggles Invincible is probably the biggest tease on the entire planet.

This man will push you to your absolute limits, reducing you to a whining, moaning, begging puddle of lust. But he's got no mercy, prolonging your sweet torture for as long as he can - you're only allowed to cum if he says you're done.

With him the thin line between pain and pleasure is blurred into a mixture of pure overstimulation, but goddamn it's worth it.

Viltrumite Mark isn't familiar with earth's customs of intimacy. In their culture, canonically, they solely have sex for procreation. Though we never saw Debbie complaining about Nolan either, so I'm confident he can learn.

Gets the hang of it pretty fast, and quickly grows insateable with this new form of closeness he never got to experience before. He's an absolute mess, almost breaking the bedframe as he pathetically humps the mattress, wanting more more more of you.

Needs lots of cuddles and to be told he did a good job afterwards, pretty please.

Prisoner Mark was in solitary confinement for over a year - prepare to be destroyed. R.I.P.

He'll dive in between your legs and won't leave this place until he's got his fill of you, which could take him a while so get cozy.

Not an inch of your body is left untouched, as if he intents to memorize every detail, just in case you'd slip from his grasp once again.

Be prepared to cum until your body gives up. Man's got to make up for the time he spent away from you.

Unmasked Mark is very gentle, almost cautious in his efforts as if you were a fragile flower one needed to properly care for or it'd wither. He still can't fully believe you're here with him, so he's extra anxious about doing something wrong.

You'll slowly and sensually be guided towards your orgasm, his eyes never leaving yours as he reverently observes your every reaction.

Expect some premium aftercare!

Fully Masked Invincible knows you inside and out, has memorized all the weak spots that make you sing for him. He is completely and utterly devoted to your pleasure, maybe even a little too eager in his efforts since he tends to forget himself in the process.

To him your body is a temple meant for worship, so you'd relentlessly get showered in praise and compliments while he explores your body.

Will initiate at every given opportunity, but never pushes it. He just wants to make you happy, really!

[seumyo]

kenma going to the gym for the sole purpose of being strong enough to lift his daughter whenever she wants.

Kenma Kozume had done a lot of things he never expected in life. But somehow, somehow, the hardest thing he had ever done… was carrying around your four-year-old daughter like she was an accessory strapped to his body.

It started off fine. She was small. Lightweight. Kenma barely noticed it when she’d reach up at him with those big, golden eyes, arms raised expectantly as she said, “Up, Daddy!”

And, of course, like an absolute fool, he always picked her up.

Always.

Now, however, things were different. Kiano was growing.

Which was great! Wonderful, even!

All he ever wanted was a happy wife. Check. And a healthy baby. Check.

Except for the part where she was getting heavier, and Kenma, who had not done a single muscle-related workout since high school volleyball, was starting to feel it. His arms ached. His back tensed up. There were days when, after holding her for too long, he would just sit down at his desk and stare blankly at his keyboard, fingers refusing to move because they were still recovering from holding your daughter for half the day.

“Kenma, you should just go to bed if you’re not feeling well,” you told him when you brought him some midnight snacks.

And your daughter, Kiano, she did not care.

She still reached up, still expected to be carried without hesitation the following morning.

And because Kenma was a weak, weak man, he never said no.

Which was how he found himself at the gym, standing at the front desk with his old gym keycard in hand, while Kuroo Tetsurou of all people stood beside him, grinning like a complete idiot.

“Hold on, hold on,” Kuroo said, leaning against the counter as he processed what was happening. “Let me get this straight. You’re renewing your gym membership—not because you wanna get in shape, not because you had some life-changing revelation, but because your four-year-old daughter is getting too heavy for you?”

Kenma scowled, tossing his gym keycard at Kuroo’s face. “Shut up.”

Kuroo laughed, easily catching it. “Kenma, this is hilarious.”

He exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples as the receptionist processed his renewal.

He knew Kuroo was going to be like this. That was the whole reason he had debated bringing him along in the first place. But Kenma also knew that if he walked into a gym alone after years of avoiding them, he would probably just stand in the corner, regret all his life choices, and leave without doing anything.

He needed moral support. Unfortunately, that support came in the form of Kuroo, who was currently laughing at his pain.

“It’s not that funny,” Kenma grumbled.

Kuroo shot him a look. “Kenma, you literally built your entire brand on being an indoors guy. And now you’re out here, willingly lifting weights, all because your tiny daughter says ‘Up, Daddy’ and you can’t say no to her.”

Kenma refused to make eye contact.

Because yeah, that was… basically the situation.

The receptionist handed back his renewed membership card, smiling. “Welcome back, Mr. Kozume! Need a trainer, or will you be working out alone?”

“Alone,” Kenma muttered quickly.

“Wrong!” Kuroo interrupted, slinging an arm around Kenma’s shoulders before he could escape. “He’ll be working out with me. You know, actual workouts, not just the bare minimum.”

“You’re acting like I won’t just cancel this membership next month.”

“Not if Kiano has anything to say about it.”

Kenma frowned, thinking about it for a second.

…Yeah. That kid was persistent.

Guess who she got it from? Ding, ding! You, of course.

If he so much as hinted at the idea of quitting, Kiano would probably just guilt-trip him with those big eyes, telling him, “Daddy, you said you’d carry me if I did well in school!” and then he’d look like the world’s weakest dad to your daughter forever.

Damn it.

He exhaled. “Fine.”

Kuroo grinned, clapping him on the back. “That’s the spirit, Daddy Kenma.”

Kenma cringed. “Never call me that again.”

Kuroo did call him that again.

-

An hour later, Kenma remembered exactly why he hated going to the gym.

He had been peer-pressured into lifting actual weights, had attempted (and failed) to use a pull-up bar, and nearly died trying to keep up with Kuroo, who, despite his stupid corporate job, was somehow still in peak physical condition.

Kenma, on the other hand, felt like he had been hit by a truck.

Kuroo, the bastard, was barely sweating. “You good?” he asked, grinning.

Kenma, lying face-down on the floor, made a vague, suffering noise.

Kuroo laughed. “Don’t tell me that’s all you’ve got. What happened to that volleyball stamina?”

“That was ten years ago,” Kenma groaned. “I’m pushing thirty in two years, idiot.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Kuroo crouched next to him, smirking. “But hey, just think about it—if you don’t get into shape soon, you’ll place Kiano down and never carry her forever!”

Kenma slowly turned his head to glare at him. “That is not comforting.”

“Kids grow up way quicker than you think, Kenma. You won’t know when you’ll ever be able to carry them, like when they were babies.”

“Is that why you’re worried that your 7-month-old son is going to get daycare soon, really? When he just start enjoying his tummy time?”

“Time goes fast.”

“Uh-huh. Right.”

Kuroo cackled, standing up and stretching. “Changing the subject,” he tuts softly. “I can’t believe this is what finally got you back in a gym. A four-year-old child has you completely wrapped around her tiny little fingers.”

Kenma didn’t even try to argue. Because, well.

It was true.

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[aeichg]

I remember as the best year I've had of my life went by thinking: this couldn't be going any other way because I am the person that I am right now, with all the decisions I've made and all of the things have made who I am, I wouldn't do this any other way for I am this person.

I also once heard about "trading the whole package" when having feelings of jealousy towards someone's life, it said: would you trade all the good and bad things that have happened to you for someone else's? You'd give up your favourite song and the first time you saw your favorite movie, the meaningful conversations you've had with your friends. Would you trade it all for that one person's life? And if you think hard about it, you wouldn't really do it. Because if you were someone else your presence (or lack thereof) would've probably also impacted the lives of the people you care about

i think ultimately you do really have to kill that part of your brain that vividly imagines how you would redo parts of your life.

[katsu28]

summer's golden haze - chapter seven

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: a bracelet, a promise, and not a goodbye, but a see you later. (3.8k)

warnings: minimal swearing, a little bit of angst but mainly fluff

a/n: lando win gave me just enough inspo to finish up this chapter! sorry this one's so short, butttt next chap is halfway done rn so stay tuned <3

previous chapter | masterlist

Tonight is a bittersweet night. Like all good things inevitably do, your trip is coming to an end.

It’s the last night you’ll get to spend with Lando and all your new friends for a while. Come early tomorrow morning, you’ll be on different planes heading opposite directions of each other. 

You’re in the same place as the first night you all really bonded with each other, flames flicker bright in the firepit as you bask in the food coma of the enormous dinner you’d all had a hand in making happen.

It was a team effort from everyone, a whole day’s worth of prepping and cooking to make one big last meal to share together before going your separate ways. 

All the boys except Max were absolutely useless in the kitchen, but much better for sending back to the store to get something they’d forgotten. Pietra did eventually shoo Max out of the room for eating too much of the food before dinner was even ready. 

Lando fancied himself quite the DJ—if being a DJ meant pressing play on a carefully curated playlist, yet skipping the ones he didn’t like.

He also proved to be a great distraction, so much so that he also got himself banned from the kitchen after nearly making you burn your contribution to dinner. 

It’s warm out tonight, stars shining over the Greek countryside in a beautiful display of serenity. Crickets chirp in the distance loud enough to hear over the crackling fire.

Of course, now you’ve got Lando to keep you even warmer with the way you’re snuggled up together on one side of the same comfy sofa as last time.

You’ve got your head on his shoulder, the rest of you curled into his side as you laugh and reminisce about these past few weeks with everyone. Every so often, Lando presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, rubbing a hand up and down your arm. 

You’ll miss these nights of talking until the wee hours of the morning, making memories with these people who’ve become so important to you in such a short amount of time. 

You’ll miss Lando and everything about him. His quirks and bad habits, his squeaky cackles and big squinty smiles whenever he’s truly happy. The way he loves and cares and makes you feel like you’re walking on clouds all the time. 

Personally, you’ve had to fight from tearing up all day. Lando can probably tell, because he hasn't strayed far from you when you’re all together unless he has to. Or maybe he’s in the same boat as you. 

You know it’s not the last time you’ll see each other ever, but you’re going from seeing Lando almost everyday to not knowing when you’ll see him again. You haven’t even had the long distance talk yet. It has to happen tonight, yet you’re still dreading it. 

This might be as good of a time as any, with everyone in their own conversations and not paying attention to if the two of you sneak away for a bit. 

Lando is on you the second you’re out of view, brows furrowing when you stop him with a hand against his chest after a few seconds of making out. 

“I have something for you,” You say. His pouty expression morphs into one of curiosity, head cocking to the side not unlike an intrigued puppy. “It’s small, but I…I dunno, I thought you’d like it.” You press the bracelet into his palm carefully before you can chicken out, a hopeful smile aimed his way. 

Recognition dawns in his eyes immediately at the bracelet he’d had his eye on what seemed like ages ago, and he lets out a breathy chuckle. “Baby…when did you get this?” 

“Our first date, actually. The first first one, not the do over. I was gonna give it to you at the end, but uh, y’know,” You say sheepishly, shrugging. “I didn’t get to give it to you then, but I figured better late than never.” 

You’d done a little adjustment to the bracelet itself a few days ago, once you were absolutely certain you wanted to give it to him. Instead of securing the woven strip by tying the two ends together, you’d turned it into a tiny bead clasp, on which were the first letters of your two names with a plus sign in the middle etched in. 

It was small, not noticeable to the general eye, but something that would make him think about you while you were apart. Something that would remind him of your time together here.

He notices the subtle difference immediately, squinting at the small detailing for a better look and immediately perking up once he figures out what it means. 

“I love it,” He says softly. You help him secure it around his wrist amongst his other bracelets, the brightness of the blue and white standing out nicely in the pile of them. “I’m never taking it off.” 

“You can if you want, it’s fine,” You giggle. 

Lando all but tackles you in a hug, sweeping you off your feet in a much too grand way for your small gesture. “Never.” 

“Glad you like it.” 

“Oh! Wait here, I’ve got something for you too.” He starts off in a jog towards the house, but stops suddenly before he can get far, whirling around like he’d forgotten something. 

Before you can voice your confusion at his actions, he takes your face in his hands and he kisses you, hard. But just as quick as it happens, he runs off again, leaving you gawking after him, stunned into silence. 

You’ve barely managed to get your breath back before he’s in front of you again, pressing a small book into your hands. A photo album, you realize, upon opening it gently.

One of the first photos, you recognize as the impromptu pictures Lando had snapped of you on your first date, with your palm outstretched towards him as you’re mid laugh. It’s only been a few weeks, but that day feels like a lifetime ago as you remember it now. 

As you flip through the pages, every photo stirs up a memory. Meals you’ve all shared, things you’ve done together as a group, candids of all your friends. You don’t even recall Lando having his camera out for half of these things, but photos don’t lie. 

“You took these?” You ask. Lando nods, looking uncharacteristically nervous. “They’re gorgeous, Lan.” 

“You think so? I wasn’t sure if it was too much.”

“I love them.”

Warmth spreads through your chest every time you spot yourself, because you look…different. You’ve never really been one to enjoy having your photo taken, but Lando has managed to capture you in a way that nobody else has been able to before. 

For once, you look truly content and happy with your life. 

The last one is your favorite one out of the whole album. You don’t even fully recall where or by whom it was taken, but it’s of Lando and yourself, sitting next to each other at a table. Well, next to is putting it loosely. You’re well in each other’s space, fingers intertwined, seemingly mid conversation with one another. 

The way you’re looking at Lando, the way he’s looking at you, like you’re the only two people in the world despite not being the only people in the shot, gives you butterflies in your stomach. 

It’s the type of photo you want framed on your dresser at home, so you can look at it everyday and never forget how lucky you are to love and be loved by Lando Norris. 

Sadness hits you like an abruptly sudden punch to the gut right then.

Home. 

You wish you could call home wherever Lando is, but you can't. 

The atmosphere of love quickly grows somber with the weight of the conversation you’ve both been putting off hanging above you like a dark cloud. 

“Guess we should talk about the elephant in the room then, huh?” 

He shakes his head. “We don’t have to.” 

“Yeah, we kinda do. We’re leaving tomorrow.” 

“Shhh, don’t say that!” He huffs, casting a wide eyed glance around like saying the words out loud will make the time arrive faster. 

The conversation goes exactly as you assume. His schedule is unpredictable and busier than you ever could’ve imagined, and you don’t know when you’ll see each other again.

You’ll both do everything in your power to find time to talk, but it’ll be hard. Still, you’ve never been more determined to try and make things work, because what you have is worth the effort. 

Lando is worth the effort. 

You sigh, sliding your hands down to rest on his chest. “Will we be okay?”

“We’re gonna be more than okay,” He insists, nodding firmly. He cups your face in his hands, palms warm and broad against your cheeks. “We’ll be golden, baby. I promise.” 

His words do wonders to soothe your turbulent emotions, and deep, deep down, you know he’s right. No matter how far his life is away from yours, no matter how complicated, you’ll be just fine. 

-------

Lando drops you off at the airport early the next morning. 

You’re trying your hardest not to cry the whole way there, and you almost succeed. Your bags are on the pavement, Camille’s doling out your boarding passes—everything is going fine. 

But then you make the mistake of glancing over at Lando messing with his hair in the reflection of his car and suddenly you're hit in the chest with a whole flurry of emotion. He turns around just as you surge forward to wrap your arms around him, drawing a grunt of surprise as you plow right into him. 

“Hi there,” He hums, rocking you from side to side. “You alright?”

“No,” You grumble, face buried into his neck. It makes him chuckle and squeeze you tighter. “This is the worst day ever.” 

“I know,” He sighs. His nose dips into your hair, lips pressing a kiss there too. “But think of it this way, yeah? The next time we see each other will be so much better than this.” 

“How do people do this all the time? Saying goodbye.” 

“Don’t think of it as a goodbye then. Think of it as a…see you later,” He says thoughtfully. 

“See you later,” You repeat, a tinge disbelieving. Lando nods encouragingly. “Sure. I’ll keep that right next to ‘no, baby, you don’t have to worry about the media’.” 

“I know you’re just lashing out because you’re sad, so I’m not going to take that personally.”

“Thank you,” You sniff. “Thank you for everything, Lan, I—” Your voice breaks before you can finish your thought, but you don’t need to in order for Lando to know exactly what you’re trying to say. 

Thank you for filling that missing piece in my life. Thank you for being what I need, for loving me as I am with patience and without judgment. 

He smiles warmly. “I know. Me too. You’ve done more than you know for me, love, and I can’t thank you enough.” 

“Shut up,” You huff, pouting. “You’re gonna make me cry.” 

“Can’t have that now, can we?” He chuckles. 

“As much as I hate to break up this heartwarming moment, we have to go.” 

To Samira’s credit, she genuinely does look like she feels guilty pulling you away from Lando before you’re ready, but you're not mad at it. You’re not entirely sure you’d be able to leave him here on your own free will. 

You try your best not to look back at him as she marches you away with a firm hand in yours, but something in you itches for one last look and you give in just as you're about to pass through the ticket gate. Lando still stands right where you’d left him, hands shoved into his pockets. 

He waves when he sees you turn around—a small, sad wave that has your resolve breaking in an instant.

Nothing can stop you as you run back towards him, weaving through other airport goers like you’re an expert until you reach where he is once again. 

Lando catches you with fluid ease as you throw yourself at him like he’d been expecting you to run at him all along, arms tightening around your waist eagerly the second you’re in his embrace. 

“Long time no see,” He says, grinning ear to ear as he sets you back down on your feet. “That was really dramatic, by the way. Nice job.”

“I know. I think you might be rubbing off on me.” 

“Well, aren’t you lucky?” 

“Luckiest girl in the world,” You say softly, pressing a kiss to the tip of Lando’s nose. It makes his face scrunch up into that bashful expression you adore so much. As much as you don’t want him to hear your voice waver, it does. 

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” He murmurs, rubbing a hand down your back. “See you later, remember? Everything’s gonna be fine.” 

“I love you, Lan.” 

His concerned expression melts into something syrupy sweet as your name falls from his lips like it’s his favorite thing to say. “I love you too.” 

“How am I supposed to leave you?” You sigh, cupping his face in your hands. Lando leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut momentarily before refocusing with purpose. 

“You gotta go, baby,” He urges, though his tone of voice makes it sound like the last thing he wants you to do is leave. You shake your head, and it makes Lando chuckle quietly. “I know. But I can’t have you missing your flight because of me, and I can’t afford to miss my flight either. My team would have my head, and I’m pretty sure Samira would have yours.” 

“Your team,” You huff, rolling your eyes. 

Even the mention of McLaren leaves a bitter taste on your tongue. You want nothing but for Lando to give them a piece of his mind, but he’s been surprisingly level headed about things now that he's had some time off to think. 

“I’ve made my peace with it. You should too.” 

“No thanks. I’ll fight them if you want me to.” 

Lando chuckles, raising an amused brow. “All of them?” 

“Every single one of them.” 

“I’m sure you would. But no, it’s fine. I’m gonna keep pushing, keep trying my best. Try not to be too hard on myself,” He explains, shrugging. “Someone really wise gave me that advice, but I can’t quite put my finger on who.” 

“I don’t know, she sounds like a pretty smart person,” You hum, grinning at him. 

“Yeah, she’s amazing. She should really get going, though. Her friends are giving me a death glare right now.” 

You hasten a peek over your shoulder to see that, yes, all three of your girls are sporting various degrees of firm looks at the two of you. 

“Ugh, fine, I’ll go. But I’m not happy about it.” 

“Neither am I. Wish I could just whisk you off to the Netherlands with me.” 

“Maybe one day.” You smile, letting your hands slide down to rest on his chest. “But for now, I have to go. I’ll text when I land. Or you text me when you land, whichever happens first. Some of us are flying boring old commercial.” 

Lando rolls his eyes playfully at your teasing dig, cheeky smile only visible for a moment before he’s tilting your chin up with a finger and pressing his lips against yours. 

The kiss is short and sweet, yet so full of love that your heart threatens to beat right out of your chest. 

“See you later, Lan.” 

“Soon. See you soon.” 

-------

You’re dead on your feet. 

Getting off the plane had taken forever, finding an Uber to take all of you home was even worse. You want nothing more than to pass out in your bed as you finally make your way to your apartment, dragging your suitcase behind you with aching limbs. 

However, you know there are things you need to do before you can relax. Laundry, catching up on work emails, figuring out what to do for dinner, just to name a few.

You can almost see the to-do list in your near future as you dig around in your backpack for your keys, and you’re expecting it to take a while. 

What you’re not expecting is a massive bouquet of flowers sitting propped up against your door. 

Frowning, you pluck out the pristine white notecard nestled in the bunch, and through tired eyes, you see that it’s actually from Lando. 

A breath of laughter escapes you, face fighting the grin pulling at your lips as you let yourself in with all your things. As soon as you’re safely inside, you flop onto the sofa, grabbing your phone to give him a call. 

The line barely rings a few seconds before he picks up, beaming face filling your screen. “Hi babe!” He chirps. He props the phone up against something, pulling the hood of his jumper up over his head.

“Did you seriously send me flowers from forty thousand feet in the air?” 

“Aw mint, they got there! I had the florist put a rush order on them.” 

“What’re they for?” 

“Did you not read the note?” 

Your brows furrow, and you flip over the card to see something on the back. In all your excitement about the beautiful arrangement, you hadn't even noticed anything else. 

Neatly printed letters spell out a simple question—

Will you be my girlfriend? 

“So? Will you?” Lando asks earnestly upon seeing your mouth curve into a smile, looking hopeful even through the screen. 

“I thought I already was!” You exclaim, nose wrinkling in confusion. 

You’ve certainly been acting like his girlfriend, doing things a girlfriend would, caring about him the way a girlfriend would. So, and this is to your knowledge, you’ve been his girlfriend this whole time.

“Well, yeah, you are. Duh. But I realized that I never actually asked. So…yes, no? Please say yes, otherwise I’ll be so confused.” 

“Yes, of course, I’ll be your girlfriend, Lan,” You chuckle, tossing the card back onto the table. “You didn’t have to make a whole grand gesture of it, but thank you for the flowers. They’re beautiful.”  

“Of course. I miss you already.” 

“Ugh, tell me about it,” You whine. “I’ve never wanted to be in your arms more right now.” 

Lando tips his head back, groaning miserably. “Don’t say that to me, baby. I’ll have this jet turn right around, I swear.” 

Your focus is captured by the column of his throat, the way his neck flexes when he swallows, but you manage to put together a response. You clear your throat, composing yourself by the time he looks at you again. “You’ve got a car to race this weekend.” 

“Unfortunately.” 

You settle deeper into the comfy cushions to chat. “How’re you feeling about going back?” 

“Oh, y’know, fine,” He says airily, waving a vague hand. “Just this giant amount of weight from the championship fight looming over me like a massive storm cloud.” 

“So no pressure at all then.” 

“Nah, none.” 

“I know I don’t really know what I’m talking about when it comes to what you do, but I think you’re gonna do just fine, Lan.” 

Lando sucks in a breath through his teeth. “God, I hope you're right about that.” 

“I’m always right.” 

That gets him to laugh. “You are, aren’t you?” 

The call quality goes fuzzy for a moment, but when the camera refocuses it’s not Lando you see anymore. 

Max’s smug beaming face fills the screen. “Hey, you!” He exclaims. “How was your flight?” 

“Don’t even get me started,” You groan, rolling your eyes. Customs was such a pain in the ass, even Maren looked like she was about ready to deck someone.” 

“Maren?” He says, surprised. You nod. Maren would never harm a soul, and Max knows that. “Oh man, I’d pay to see that.”

“Max! Let me talk to my girlfriend, you fuck!” Lando huffs in the background. The phone shakes like he’s just hit Max, but it doesn’t phase him. He just laughs maniacally, stretching even further out of reach. 

“Mate, would you stop it? I’m trying to have a conversation with my friend here, if you don’t mind!”

Lando lets out a frustrated groan. “P, tell your boyfriend to give me my fucking phone back!” 

The phone gets plucked out of Max’s hand, and suddenly you're looking at Pietra, who has a look on her face somewhere between fondly amused and not at all surprised.

“Hi,” She says, moving over to the other end of the jet so as to not get accidentally smacked by either boy during their brotherly rough housing. “They’re being boys again, you know how it is.” 

“Boy, do I,” You chuckle softly, shaking your head. There’d been no shortage of them wrestling around with each other, playful jabs and things thrown at the other person. It was one of the things that endeared you the most about Lando—how he shows his affection towards the people he loves in different ways. 

A lump grows in your throat at the thought. 

Is it bad that you already miss all of them so much your chest aches a little bit? Is it completely and utterly clingy of you to want to be there on that jet instead of halfway across the world? 

Pietra must be able to tell you're deep in your head, because she smiles warmly at you. “He wishes you were here too. We all do. But he understands why you couldn't be. You have a whole life to get back to.” 

“Thank you, P. I think I needed to hear that.” You smile gratefully at your friend. 

You’re able to chat for a little while longer before Lando finally commandeers his phone back, plucking it out of Pietra’s hand much like Max did to him earlier. 

“Yeah, hi, remember me? Your boyfriend?” He bites out, only a little pouty at how long it’s taken to get you back to himself. 

“No,” You say, teasing brow arching. “Who’re you?” 

“Wow. Wow, I see how it is. Not even a day apart and you’ve already forgotten all about me.” 

“Always so dramatic,” You huff, rolling your eyes playfully. Your smile grows fonder than ever as you look at him. “I don’t think I could ever forget about you, Lando Norris.” 

“Promise?” All traces of humor are gone from his face, replaced with a flash of something more along the lines of worry. 

Under all that sass and good energy he always brings, Lando is worried. Worried you’ll forget about him, worried you’ll somehow fall out of love with him because of the situation you’ve found yourselves in. 

The thing about love is, it transcends distance. 

It doesn’t matter if he’s across the world or sitting right next to you, you love Lando just the same—with everything you’ve got, no matter what. 

“I promise.” 

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[starmocha]

HELLO. MAY I INTEREST YOU IN SOME FALLEN ANGEL CALEB BRAINWORM

very much based on this previous post I had made lol

btw i'm also begging for an angel/devil au, but we're the devil he falls in love with and he gets cast out of heaven and i would totally write this if i was not juggling 82438238932 wips rn.....but we'll see i tend to do the most impulsive things ever

tagging some ppl who i feel like to enable my intrusive brainworms often <333 @solifloris @aeyumicore @deepspacenova @quiet-oracle @philosians

this is totally not based on all of the biblical references/symbolism surrounding Caleb

apple — symbolizes knowledge, but also temptation, sin, immortality. and as in the story of Adam and Eve in the Book of Genesis, it also represents the fall of man. Also known as the "forbidden fruit".

name — The name Caleb is of Hebrew origin, meaning wholehearted, faithful and dog-like. In the Old Testament, a follower of Moses named Caleb, was rewarded for his faithfulness and was one of the few to visit the Promised Land.

Caleb's love of flying and being in the sky — ...no angel reference here, no sirree.

Caleb returning to the main story after the...explosive...events of chapter four...I'm not saying it's a rebirth (which in a biblical sense could mean a number of things, including seeking forgiveness and salvation).

Caleb and MC both talking about keeping the other person to themself, in a world of their own.......could mean anything. Not like it's a direct reference to Adam and Eve only having each other in the Garden of Eden, their own paradise. Oh what's this, one of Caleb's theme songs is called "Weightless Paradise" ....what a coincidence.....

The report stating Caleb and MC are the optimal weapon for destroying one another...probably means nothing. Never mind the fact that Eve was also created for Adam from one of Adam's ribs.

And she is the one who persuades him to eat the forbidden fruit, setting in motion their exile from Eden.

Surely, the gratuitous back shots are not trying to make you think of wings, right.

It's probably just a coincidence that the back of Caleb's uniform looks like there's an emblem of wings. And oh, what's that, when he is hurt in battles, his uniform is torn the most in the back...not saying this is trying to depict his wings being mutilated and torn off. 🙂

But you should all absolutely read @eeriepromis analysis about seraphim for funsies.

Choosing to give Caleb the Evol to manipulate gravity was probably not intentional........not like he could make himself float almost like he is flying............

I'm sure this means absolutely nothing that in the third theme song Cosmic Encounter, Caleb and MC are both falling from the sky (the "heavens," if you will). 🙂 This probably has nothing to do with the image of him being cast out of Heaven and fallen from grace.

random lines that I am in no way inferring he is speaking like he is her guardian angel

"I'm Caleb. I'll always be by your side." — Main Story: Homecoming Wings, 1-4

"Lay a hand on her again, and I will kill you." — Main Story: Homecoming Wings, 1-9

"I will protect you." — Main Story: Homecoming Wings, 2-7

"No one can take me away from you." — Myths: Lucid Dream

"Then, can you carry a little of this sin, too? Don't leave me in this loneliness any longer." — Myths: Lucid Dream

"...When you held my hand that day for the first time, I knew I'd never get away from you." — Myths: Lucid Dream

"So, don't be afraid... No matter what happens, I'll be here for you." — Myths: Lucid Dream

"Maybe it's because... I love you a little more than you realize." — Myths: Lucid Dream

"But until that final moment, we'll always be together." — Myths: Lucid Dream

"Even if it's pain... As long as it's from you, I want it." — Memoria: Painful Signal

"Don't go... Don't leave me alone." — Memoria: Endless Summer

"A ruined world doesn't deserve you." — Memoria: Hidden Waves

"I want you to stay here. Stay with me." — Memoria: Hidden Waves

"Let me protect you... I can guarantee this will be the last time." — Bond: Rain's Embrace

"I won't lose! I have someone I must protect!" — Memoria: Deceptive Solitude

✨fallen angel Caleb myth pls✨

✨pretty pls fallen angel Caleb myth✨

[afriendofblahaj]

Honestley this might be a bit of a hot take here on tumblr, and I am fully open to discuss this Ive been going back and forth and would love other opinions, but one of my opinons is that generative AI is being attacked for the crimes of capitalism and human stupidity and in an ideal world isn’t actually that bad. Before I go any further, I feel like I should clarify this is exclusively referring to AI text, and that AI art is soulless and fucking disgusting. With that said, AI generated text as a technology in a vacuum, with no other details is actually pretty cool, and a huge leap forward in our technological capabilities. If we were to understand its limitations and implement it carefully and safely, then it would be a nice addition to the tools we have. Unfortunately billionaires and corporations seized on the fact that AI has been hyped and discussed for probably 50 years if not more (this is just my gut feeling, and honestely, I’d guess 100, because “what if something non-sentient could speak like a human” is a pretty classic trope, but 50 years seems like a reasonable bet) and realised they could use this as the marketing tool of a fucking generation and hide every detail about it to present a magic box to the public.

Look, putting aside environmental issues for a moment (which I really do care about, but they are mostly from the way companies implement it, and the scale on which we are using it), in a simple sense, there is nothing objectively wrong with a computer program that can read human text, and produce text that is reasonably close to text a human might produce. The problem is that it’s used by people to lie steal and cheat, because there is 0 oversight and the people who made it are doing the exact same thing. The world wasn’t ready for the speed at which computers developed, and they moved at practically a snails pace compared to AI. If one year after the first desktop computer released we hit the point we are right now with computing, then people would be freaking the fuck out about computers the same way we are shitting bricks over AI. It happened too fast, and so we finally notice how much everything gets exploited.

With that being said, I don’t say this to encourage people to use gen Ai products (please fucking don’t) but to encourage people to consider what the actual problem is, and also it hurts to see technology discarded because of the way it’s used. It’s a slippery slope to rejecting all modern advancements, which I’ve personally seen turn into shit as far as vaccine denial (my fucking parents, long story, and this post is long enough) and while I don’t think the people reading this will go that far, it is a slippery slope to fall down, so I just like to encourage more consideration for technology, and the separation of technology from the shit it’s used for.

people are really fucking clueless about generative ai huh? you should absolutely not be using it for any sort of fact checking no matter how convenient. it does not operate in a way that guarantees factual information. its goal is not to deliver you the truth but deliver something coherent based on a given data set which may or may not include factual information. both the idolization of ai and fearmongering of it seem lost on what it is actually capable of doing

[littlestl4mb]

No bc you get me… i need to argue so badly with this man to where he’s killing me with kindness & mocking me😭 https://www.tumblr.com/dracaryswonder/778365208429281280/this-video-just-further-proves-to-me-that-he-runs the amount of times i watched that vid🫦😫😖and then he says “u gonna keep being a brat and grove me attitude or do i need to fuck it out of you”

Heated, angst, rough, passionate sex with him🗣️

YESSSS PLEASE !!!!! heavy on the mocking part like omg…

i feel like an argument with him would sometimes be a battle of low blows. bc let’s be real, it’s probably nearly impossible to get him to change his mind mid argument!! so you have to resort to things like batting your lashes at him and talking in a sweet and soft voice. (he tries to pretend it doesn’t affect him. even says something like “i know what you’re trying to do.” meanwhile it definitely is working on him and he’s already thinking of how hard and how rough he wants to fuck you.) meanwhile his weapon of choice is teasing you :))) you go “well, luigi! i don’t know what else you want me to say! i’m just telling you how i feel!” and you’re all heated and riled up already. he replies with a raise of his eyebrows and tilts his head at you. says “aww, yeah, baby? is that so? is that how you feel?” like a little mockingly and condescendingly because he knows it flusters you.

and omg imagine if you were really annoyed one time during an argument?? like he just keeps going and you can’t stand it so you take out your phone and scroll through it. maybe roll your eyes at him too and whatever he’s saying. he’d pluck that phone straight out of your hands and have you pinned down so damn fast. “what happened to my sweet and polite baby? where’d those manners go? you don’t want to look at me while i’m talking to? not very kind, but that’s fine. you will be looking at me while i fuck you though.” he’d say. his massive hand would cradle around your jaw while he fucks you so you have no choice but to look at him <3

and if you even tried to look away??? his fingers would squeeze just hard enough to dig into your cheeks until you were whining, blinking up at him, and trying to grasp at his hand. “what’d i say?” he’d grunt. and you would just be whining and apologizing with your big doe eyes staring up at him. a little pout on your lips. he definitely pouts back at you just to mock you a little bit <3 then he probably fucks you so good until you’re crying… probably also says something like “there’s my sweet girl” yeahhhhh

[breelandwalker]

sometimes I feel bad about banishing spirits from a new space because its like. they were here first. maybe I'm the evil spirit for kicking them out of their home like some kind of settler. is there literally any merit to this worry or is it simply anxiety and overthinking getting the better of me?

This is an interesting way of looking at the process of claiming a space and banishing spirits, and it certainly is a good idea to be consciously decolonizing our thinking whenever possible.

However, in the context of most homes (I assume that's what you're referring to), they probably haven't been around long enough to really build up a strong ancestral energy presence. The land the structure is built on might have residual energy, but whether that rises to the level of a conscious entity is a debatable topic and depends on your own background, the history of the site, and the entities which could be argued to be present. (See Also: Genius Locii, land spirits, elementals, fae, etc.)

And even assuming that is 100% possible, there's the additional layer of how often it happens and how many / what type of buildings it affects. Really more of a question for spirit workers and hardcore animists in that case, cause you're getting into philosophy and a lot of conflicting theoretical ideas.

And yes, to answer the back half of the question, I DO think that some of that is anxiety and overthinking putting a word in.

If it helps, you might look at the cleansing and claiming of a new space as less of a fire-and-brimstone banishment and more of a notice of new occupancy. "Hi it's me, I live here now, this is me putting up new drapes and changing the locks, as all new tenants do. Previous residents sentient enough to notice are kindly asked to either go to the place best suited for them or remain here peacefully. If you can do that, then we'll get along fine. Hope you like the new decor!"

If you regularly engage in spirit work, you can go a step further and invite any peacefully-remaining spirits to use your pre-existing system of communication to alert you of danger, provide small requests, or help out with the household. Think of it like asking the neighbors what day the trash goes out and occasionally borrowing a cup of sugar. Giving them a little honorary spirit house or symbolic place to live can be a nice gesture. (I've done this for household spirits before.)

Hope this helps!

[ghouljams]

I’d love to hear about how you really think these guys would be. Everyone’s interpretation is different, and I’d be so elated to hear yours.

I would love to. I'm going to keep this just straight up and down my interpretations of the characters and I'll keep it based purely on the games, I won't even include the comics since not everyone has read those. And to keep it even more simple I'm going to try and break it down into core character traits, kindness and weakpoints.

Starting with Ghost my favorite:

core character traits: Ghost is angry. Whatever happened to him in the past he is a deeply angry man. He's singularly focused and driven, ruthless in the fact that he will take the straight path to his objective without caring who is in the way. He is absolutely loyal to his team and unwavering in his allegiance, he also takes extreme issue and personal offense to those that betray their comrades. I see Ghost as a fairly apathetic character, with no strong moral leanings except "get the job done." At the same time he clearly cares about building a rapport with his team, as seen through his joking with Soap, so he seems to really solidify himself around his work(and little else).

Kindness: Clearly he has a soft spot for the 141, which makes me think he forges relationships between his fellow soldiers fairly easily. His ease at exchanging jokes with Soap in the alone mission makes me think he's done that before.

Weak points: He's angry, which makes people irrational, but we don't see him acting irrationally until mw3 where he threatens to bomb Graves. This also points back to his incredibly strong(and personal) feelings around betrayal. If I were to invent a backstory for him it would probably revolve around a double cross in his youth, so I think his ability to hold a grudge is his biggest character flaw (despite everything else)

Gaz the golden boy:

core character traits: Gaz is a tempered impulse. He wants to break the rules but he doesn't. He's clearly incredibly smart and capable, we know he got top marks at the academy and that he was hand picked by Price as a protege in the first modern warfare. He has a strong moral compass but is also a good soldier. He objects to using women and children in interrogations but relents when pressed by his superior officer. Gaz has some temper issues that I see as stemming from butting heads with the higher ups, his temperament is much more jovial sniping with Price than we see in the piccadilly mission. He's accomplished but maybe not recognized for it. He's quick to bring in allies, and quicker to stand up for them. He forms relationships easily and will hold his friends' grudges. He's polite but quick to challenge authority. He's logical, but he also feels like he has his hands tied. He's looking for justice in this messed up world and I think that speak volumes to his character.

Kindness: We know that Kyle has sympathy for civvies, he doesn't want to hurt them, and I think that's why he was willing to abide by the rules of engagement until Price showed up. He's a good man at heart, and his moral backbone is honestly going to save him in any situation.

Weak points: He's too focused on doing the right thing, but the "right thing" depends entirely on what Kyle has decided it is. The right thing is to go after Laswell, the right thing is to keep women and children out of interrogations (until Price tells him), the right thing is to follow the rules of engagement even if it means pretending they aren't at war (until Price shows up). His morality is too flexible and he's able to think himself out of any moral quandary. Fantastic character trait, but also so so bad for the world.

Price next since I mentioned him a lot in Gaz's:

core character traits: Price gives the impression that he's been in the game a long time, and for one reason or another, he's decided to stay at captain instead of moving up the ranks. This gives me the impression of a deeply stubborn man, a man that wants to do things his way or not at all. He argues with Shepherd(a general) and gives Laswell incomplete personnel files (no picture for Ghost), both of which he does not compromise on. And though with Laswell there's more of a comradery to their relationship, I think that shows even stronger that he is uncompromising. Another ruthless man, he does things his way in pursuit of his goals no matter the cost. He does things off the book and his superiors are clearly used to this which means he either gets results or protesting is useless. I would bet both of these things are true. Speaking of results, the man is driven by an ends justify the means mentality that allows him to convince himself to take any path that he can reasonably see as leading towards his goal. We also see the one time in 3 games where he follows protocol Makarov gets away, I think this sets up his "my way or the highway" approach. He clearly knows the rules he just choses to ignore them.

Kindness: women, I think he's kind to women. Farah and Kate are the two women we see as his allies and though he brings up women and children during an interrogation, we also frequently see how much he respects his female compatriots. There's clearly either a deep line of trust or a deep respect there, but I see him as a man who has no trouble with strong women.

weak points: My way or the highway is no way to live. While this works great in the military where he's the end all be all authority for his team, it's not great out in the world. Bullheaded, and deadly in his grudges. There's no apologizing to this man, and I think that reflects in his relationship with the 141. We never see any of them really disobey orders and even in the few instances where one of them presses Price is QUICK to overpower their questioning.

Soap last, sorry Soap:

core character traits: Quick to anger but also quick to laugh. Soap is the quintessential demo man, everything about him feels explosive. The man is highly capable like Gaz with the same simmering anger that Ghost has, and the bullheadedness of Price. He is the 141, and I think that's what makes him such an interesting player character. He's quick to go after Graves when he betrays los vaqueros, and he nearly kills Makarov the first time he meets him. But he's also inexperienced in warfare. He's had his hands tied by the rules of engagement too, and Ghost has to teach him how to improvise weapons for guerilla warfare. He's incredibly personable and relies on his charm, we see him try (and fail) to charm Valeria while they're carting her off to prison, and I think that speaks volumes for his character. He's impulsive and eager to prove himself, which should lead to him being sloppy and it does. I think it's interesting that in mw2 we see Johnny as this sort of upstart but in mw3 we see him as having worked with Price on something as important as taking on Makarov. Idk I don't think the writers know how to keep their characters consistent.

Kindness: he likes animals. The man does not like the dead dog joke that Ghost tells. Which is interesting because the '09 game cements Soap not liking dogs, but he's almost hesitant to hurt animals in MW2 '22. I can see this soap being an animal guy, if nothing else.

weak points: impulsive and lets his anger lead him, which results in him getting shot in the head. Also results in him almost getting court martialed when he kidnapped that general before the start of the game. (i think it was a general, I'll have to check.) He's definitely following his own bliss and like good for him but most peoples' bliss doesn't have a body count, y'know? No qualms with hurting anyone who is involved with his enemies even indirectly or through a third party, which is not great. Definitely no issues with being a war criminal here.

[burning-academia-if]

Putting together the chapter release post feels so nice........

[aquarius-johnny]

Baby Fever .ᐟ | Jeong Jaehyun

genre: smut | wc: 5.1k | deadly sins series | m.list navi pairing: husband! jaehyun x afab! reader warnings: breeding kink; pillow princess! reader; jaehyun is hœrny, needy, a soft dom; reader mentions that he's big; lots of praising; oral (f receiving); spanking, fingering (if you squint); multiple orgasms; unprotected sex; creampie; a little bit of overstimulation (m receiving) summary: you’re jaehyun’s pillow princess and he loves to please you, but this time with a twist — the goal to put a baby in you! | deadly sin: sloth a/n: it’s not a deadly sins series without falling into the temptation of writing a breeding fic; also i like to say it’s canon that the reader and jaehyun go for multiple rounds ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ these are for my bb’s who thrive on praise.

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Mindlessly running your fingers through your husband’s hair, he lays between your thighs with his head rests on your stomach. You both set your gaze on the tv screen that’s playing your current favorite show while you're both in bed on this Saturday morning. 

“Baby?” Jaehyun softly lets out, his finger tracing loose circles against your bare thigh. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” You lay your hand lazily on the crook of his neck, gently swiping your thumb against his cheek. “What’s on your mind?” Your eyes fall on the subtle movements Jaehyun makes as he shifts his body onto his side – his arm snaking under your thigh and pulling your entire leg against his body.

“Have you ever thought of having a baby with me?” He innocently looks up at you with big brown eyes awaiting your response.

You give him a soft giggle. “Of course I have, who else would I have a baby with if not my husband?” Pushing his hair back, he smiles shyly, realizing how silly he worded his question. 

“No, I mean,” he laughs, positioning himself next to you, legs stretched over yours as he shifts his weight into the palm of his hands, casually leaning backwards. “Have you thought about having kids, now that we’re married.”

You smile, your mind shuffling through the memories of when you came close to risking it all and letting Jaehyun shoot his load into you before he pulled out, like he always did, bringing you back to reality.

“Yeah, I’ve thought about it,” you nod. “Have you?”

“All the time,” he shyly replies as if it was such a sinful thought to want to have a child with your wife; although, he’s probably more embarrassed at the amount of times he thought about the many positions he would want to have you in when he releases into you. 

“Why the sudden interest in this now?” 

Jaehyun falls quiet for a moment. “I don’t know,” he shrugs nonchalantly. “You know how much I’ve always wanted to be a dad and,” he pauses, lowering his voice timidly. “I was curious to know how it feels to come inside of you.” 

You and Jaehyun are both very responsible with your sex life, even after getting married. When you two first got together, he was adamant about having condoms on him just in case something happened between the two of you, which it did and it happened a lot. With your very active, healthy, and regular sex life, condoms soon became a nuisance to replace when they would quickly run out. Eventually, you opted to go on birth control. Even with this decision, you both knew better to have him release inside of you until you both were ready to face the reality of what would happen if he did.

“Is this your not so subtle way of asking if we can try for kids, Jaehyun?” You arch a brow, watching your husband’s ears tint a bright red and the tip of his tongue poke the inside of his cheek as he coyly looks down.

“Is that a bad thing?” He questions, slowly looking up at you, wide eyed. His hand inches closer to your hand before his pinky slowly hooks onto yours, something he often does when his nerves begin to rear its head. 

You cup his cheek, tenderly stroking his soft skin with your thumb to comfort him. “Not at all,” you smile. “Do you want to try it now?” 

Jaehyun’s eyes widen in excitement before disappointment washes over him. “We have errands to run.” He sighs, listing off the things you both had planned today with a dramatic pout.

“Can we do it quickly?”

“While I would never turn down a quickie with the love of my life,” he pauses with a toothy grin stretched across his face. “I want us to take our time.” 

You give him an understanding nod, knowing how important this is to him. “Let’s do it tonight,” you reply, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Maybe before we get home, you can help me pick out a new lingerie set we can use.” 

“I’d love that.” He takes his bottom lip between his teeth. “But…” he trails off before throwing his head back and letting out an exaggerated groan.

“What is it now?” You playfully roll your eyes while you shake your head at his antics.

“How am I going to survive being out with you knowing we’re probably going to have the most amazing sex tonight?” He chuckles at his words, baffled at the idea of needing to keep it in his pants when he’s just so, so excited to start a new chapter in life with you. 

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to survive for a couple of hours, you big baby. Now come on,” you quickly check the time on your phone. “We need to get ready. The earlier we leave, the earlier we can get home.”

You take a mental note of how to get your husband to show you more affection in public: agree to let him impregnate you. 

Normally, Jaehyun wasn’t big on loud public displays of affection. He would hold your hand or place a gentle hand on the small of your back to guide you. He’d occasionally place a subtle kiss on your knuckles to keep his displays of affection to a minimum while still showing you he loves you and loves being around you. The most he’d do is kiss your temple when he notices another man’s stare linger a little too long for his liking. While he wasn’t the biggest fan of pda, you didn’t mind at all because you knew that he isn’t able to keep his hands off you at home, but today was different.

He could not, for the life of him, keep his hands off you as you both went about your errands. During lunch with his parents, his hands were planted on your waist as he stood behind you, pulling you into him as close as he could, while the four of you waited to be seated. When you’re seated, his warm palm rubs against your thigh, parking itself there the whole time — occasionally squeezing and pushing under the hem of your sundress ever so slightly. When his parents disappeared into the restroom after lunch, Jaehyun took this opportunity to place kisses on the crook of your neck while you both waited for the check. When it comes, you fully expected your husband to ease off of you – to your surprise, he didn’t.

“What has gotten into you?” You half-heartedly scold with a tiny giggle, pressing your hand against his chest to keep him at a distance.

“Can’t a husband be affectionate towards his wife?” His words are disingenuous as a wicked grin is plastered across his face. 

“Behave,” you warn, handing the check to him. 

Taking the check between his fingers, he gives you an impressed grin. “I see you’re already practicing your mom voice, huh?”

“Ha ha,” you sarcastically reply, although the smile on your face tells your husband you enjoy the comment as much as he did.

When you stop by your favorite lingerie store, your husband makes you browse a different part of the store while he chooses a new set for you. When he returns, he slings an arm over your shoulders with the shopping bag in the other. A smug look is painted on his face as you both walk out of the store. 

“Picked anything good?” You ask, eyeing the bag he’s holding. 

“Definitely,” he sucks air between his teeth, a toothy smile dancing on his lips as he pulls you closer to his side. “I think you’re going to like it.”

“Mm. I trust you.” 

He stops in his tracks in the middle of the semi-crowded mall. He gently lifts your chin with his index finger and gives you a deep kiss, nearly taking your breath away. “You’re gonna look so hot in it,” he winks.

During your final stop to the grocery store, you sense your husband’s patience dwindle as you walk up and down the aisles, slowly checking off the list on your phone. 

His arms wrap around your waist as you stand there to check for the correct brands to put in your shopping cart. Jaehyun rests his chin on your shoulder, watching in agony as you put the item back to pick up another. You feel his restlessness, desperate to finally get you home. 

“Are you okay, honey?” You question, eyes fixated on the label of the item you’re holding before you carefully place it in the shopping cart.

“It’s taking everything in me to not fuck you right here,” he whispers in your ear — voice low and gravelly. 

You halt your movements, surprised and slightly aroused at his lewd confession.

“Send me the list,” he clears his throat as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. 

You do as he asks and he quickly scans the list on his phone. 

“I’ll take the bottom half of the list, you take the top. We’ll meet in the frozen food aisle.”

You take your bottom lip between your teeth, smiling up at him. “I love when you take control like this,” you gush, pushing his cheeks together with the palms of your hands before placing a quick kiss on his lips. 

“Be quick,” he softly commands, his slender fingers cupping the side of neck before his thumb gently rubs the column of your throat. “Can you do that?”

Your knees grow weak at his words and you simply nod your head.

“Mm,” he smirks. “Good girl.”

On your way home, your husband’s hand lays on your thigh, his thumb circling your skin. A knot in your stomach tightens, slightly nervous under his touch yet you’re also yearning for this next step as much as your husband is. He pulls into the driveway and you begin unbuckling your seat belt. 

Grabbing the shopping bag with your lingerie set, Jaehyun hands it to you — the bag hanging off his index and middle finger. 

You carefully grab the bag, an excited smile creeping onto your face.

“I’ll worry about putting the groceries away,” he lets out, giving you a soft kiss on the back of your hand. “You can check out what I bought for you.”

You excitedly nod your head. “Thank you, baby.”

Jaehyun must’ve set a world record with how fast he put away the groceries as you tried on what your husband kindly got for you — but there’s nothing that gets your husband going more than knowing he’s about to finally have you in the way he so desperately wanted to the entire day. 

You call out his name eagerly as he swiftly puts away the remaining items left on the counter.

His attention turns in your direction as you emerge from the hallway in nothing but the skimpy set he got you. He freezes upon seeing you, blood quickly rushing to his cock, hardening it within seconds. 

“Do you like it?” You ask, giving him a quick twirl. “It’s really pretty!” 

Your husband’s eyes scan your body up and down as he carelessly stuffs the item he’s holding into the cupboard — his gaze never leaving you. 

“Fuuuck,” he drawls desperately, making his way to you. He sighs in satisfaction as his large hands pull you into his body. “Thank god we’re trying for a baby tonight, I don’t think I could pull out if we weren’t.” 

You giggle at his reaction, slinging your arms around his shoulders. “You’re right, I do look hot in this, huh?” You lick your lips, cocking your head to the side as your brows curve in innocence. 

Jaehyun’s pupils quickly dilate as he looks at you — the way the fabric clings onto your body perfectly renders him speechless. “So hot,” he manages to let out. His mind was already dizzy, completely enamored by his beautiful wife. 

Pulling him to your lips, you move them slowly — Jaehyun following your pace. He moves you backwards, trapping you between his body and the wall behind you. 

“You sure you wanna do this?” He questions between kisses. “I can pull out or I can try, at least,” he chuckles. 

“I want to,” you reassure, lifting his shirt over his head and allowing the fabric to fall onto the floor. “I want to have your baby.” 

Jaehyun deepens his kiss and a guttural groan parts his lips, his fingers frantically removing his belt and undoing his pants. The fabric bunches around his ankles before he kicks them to the side. “I’m gonna take care of you, tonight,” he reassures and you hum against his lips in agreement.

You know him well enough to understand that he’s going to do all of the work tonight, allowing you to enjoy every second of it without having to worry about going above and beyond to make him feel good.

He’s breathless as he pulls away from you. Taking your hand, he leads you to the bedroom.

Jaehyun lays you on your back. The pads of his fingers glide against your exposed abdomen, sending chills through your body.

“So beautiful,” Jaehyun purrs as he looks at you, his eyes scanning the pretty lingerie set. He places a loving kiss against your lips before deepening it, causing you to sling your arms over his shoulders to pull him in closer. Your fingers tangle in his hair causing him to smile against you. He slightly parts his lips, giving you an opportunity to slide your tongue over his, you take it and do exactly what he wants you to do — earning a tiny groan from your husband. 

He trails kisses against your cheek, then against your jaw, before settling on a tender spot on your neck. Rolling his tongue over your skin, you let out a tiny giggle, his breath tickling you. 

Jaehyun’s finger hooks into your bra strap, gently pulling it down your arms, allowing your breast to spill out. His large hands scoop them together, letting out a satisfied sigh before his tongue rolls over your skin and takes your nipple into his mouth. He flicks the tip of his tongue against your erect bud before gently pulling it between his teeth. 

“You’re literally perfect,” he praises. “I’m so lucky.” 

Flattening his tongue against your nipple, he rolls over it before giving it a nice suck, leaving it with a pop before doing the same on the other side.

His hands glide down your waist and his lips follow, pecking kisses against your stomach. You feel his long fingers glide against your clothed heat, wetness pooling against your cute underwear. Jaehyun places a gentle kiss on your core and proceeds to lick a strip against the fabric. 

You bite on your bottom lip, propping yourself up with your elbows to get a better look at Jaehyun teasing you. 

“Please,” you whine. “I need you.”

He smiles, dimples making an appearance as he places both of your legs over his broad shoulders. “I promise it’ll be worth it.” He flattens his tongue against your heat and begins sucking on your covered clit — a new and foreign experience despite the years you two have been together. 

Your underwear is soaked with your arousal and Jaehyun’s warm saliva, having the wet fabric outline your pretty folds. You push Jaehyun’s hair back, an endearing expression you often do to let him know he’s doing a good job.

Jaehyun pushes your underwear to the side; sighing in admiration at the sight of your pretty pussy. He quickly licks up your wetness before he slowly flicks the tip of his tongue against your clit over and over again. His movements are sensual and calculated — his eyes flutter open to look up at you between your thighs. A satisfied moan leaves your lips. Your hands opting to massage your breasts while your toes curl from the pleasure. The room fills with the sounds of his tongue slicking up and down your folds. 

Jaehyun picks up his pace, causing your walls to pulse in excitement, desperately wanting to feel him inside of you. His fingers grip onto your thighs, holding them apart as he continues to focus the tip of his tongue on your bundle of nerves between your folds. You hear him hum against your soaking heat, the vibrations adding to your pleasure.

“It feels so good,” you praise softly, pushing his hair back to get a better look at your husband enjoying the taste of you. “Fuck,” You whimper, throwing your head back in pleasure. “ I love you so much.”

Jaehyun lifts his head and smiles, pausing his movements. “I love you too.” His hand pulls you to his lips, rolling his tongue over yours — allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue before returning to your nub, continuing his sensual movements. 

Jaehyun’s hands push against your thighs, opening your legs wider for him. You hear a slap against your skin, causing you to flinch in response before you let out a small giggle. Jaehyun soothes the spot with his hand and places quick, tender kisses before returning to your sensitive nub.

“Again,” you beg, biting down on your bottom lip. “Slap me again, please.”

He follows through with a smirk dancing against his lips, giving you another spank to the thigh causing you to moan at the sting before soothing it again. 

“I-I’m so close,” you desperately let out, feeling the coil in you tighten. 

Jaehyun closes his eyes, hyper focused on your clit and his only goal right now is to make you feel good. He begins to suck on your bud, holding onto your thighs as it quivers. 

You’re a whimpering mess. You bite down on your bottom lip as you feel a shock of electricity run through your legs and up your thighs. Heat spreads under your skin, your heart races, and you feel your orgasm slowly creeping up. The tension in your stomach suddenly snaps and an overwhelming sense of pleasure hits you — causing you to cry out your husband’s name as white creamy substance slowly leaks out of your pretty cunt. 

You push Jaehyun’s head away from your heat, bringing your knees together as a blissed out look paints your face. 

Jaehyun’s pink, plumped lips peck your knees before he slowly spreads your legs open again. He places kisses against your inner thighs before his fingers gently rub against your sensitive slit. 

The movement causes you to shudder, your nipples hardening at the tingles that’s sent through your body.

Pushing your underwear to the side again, he carefully dips his middle finger into your entrance and pumps his long finger into you before sliding in his index finger with ease. 

You hold onto your thighs, keeping them apart for Jaehyun. He pumps and twists his fingers into you, creamy white rings forming against his knuckles. Slowly lifting your hips to grind against his fingers, he pushes his fingers deeper into you, curving them and feeling his digits move against the sensitive spot inside of you causing your legs to lightly quiver. 

“Such a good girl, but you’re already shaking,” he teases — his voice hinting fake concern with a sly grin dancing in his lips. “Will you be able to take my cock?”

You stumble on your words, giving him a pathetic whimper with a rapid nod. “I want you inside of me,” you plead. “Please.” 

Your husband melts at your words. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth and helps you rid yourself of the lingerie that’s already served its purpose. Jaehyun softly orders you to get into one of his favorite positions. 

Laying on your stomach, you prop your upper body with your elbows and watch your husband’s movements in the full length mirror in front of your shared bed. 

Jaehyun helps slide a pillow under your pelvis, slightly lifting your bottom half for easier access. Your legs in between his knees, pressed together ever so slightly.  His hands squeeze your ass cheeks, allowing your supple skin to pillow his fingers before dragging his nails against your backside, earning a giggle from you. 

His leaky tip moves against your folds before settling on the fats of your ass. Gripping his heavy length, he slaps his erection against your skin — smiling from ear to ear at the sight of one of his favorite parts of your body. Jaehyun aligns his erection with your entrance before slowly pushing his tip into you. Your body inches forward as he sinks into you, Jaehyun’s hands clench onto your waist to keep you in place. 

You both moan at the delicious stretch — your tight entrance adjusting to his lengthy size. He watches your reflection — biting down on your bottom lip before your jaw falls open and feeling your warm, velvety walls wrap around his hard length. 

“So fucking big,” you whisper under your breath, brows furrowing together at the pleasure.

Your husband leans forward, his lips pressing a kiss against your shoulder before lifting your chin and turning your head to kiss him. His movements cause him to bottom out inside of you — balls against your slit while you feel his tip kiss your sweet spot inside of you. The feeling is so exquisite it forces you to gasp into Jaehyun’s mouth. 

“That’s it baby,” Jaehyun coos into your ear. “You’re taking me so well.” His free hand tightly grips your waist. “You know, I’m yours, right?” A deep, low groan leaves his lips when he feels your walls pulse around his bare cock. 

You nod your head, dazed by the feeling of Jaehyun filling you up so perfectly and so well — a feeling that always amazes you despite your years together. 

Your pretty lips press against his before he deepens it, parting his to have you perfectly place his bottom lip between yours. You hum at the sweet taste of strawberries that lingered on his lips, enjoying the feeling of every crevice of his member as he warms himself in your walls.  

Without warning, Jaehyun harshly snaps his hips into you, causing you to loudly gasp in surprise. A devilish grin tugs the corners of his lips, relishing in your reaction. 

His cock pumps into you relentlessly, jerking your body forward with every thrust. He holds himself up with his arms, eyes locked onto the mirror in front of him. His gaze falls on your hands, desperately clawing at the beige cotton sheets under you. 

“D-don’t stop,” you repeat over and over again, your words beginning to slowly slur together as your mind goes fuzzy — your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your jaw slacking open, crying out in pleasure. 

He chuckles at your clouded state, seeing how cockdrunk you are because of him. His attempt to kiss you fails as your mouth falls open every time Jaehyun’s cock jabs that sweet spot inside of you.

The sound of skin slapping against each other mixed with your whimpers, moans, and incoherent mumbles bounce off the walls of your bedroom. 

“You’re so pretty,” Jaehyun whispers in your ear, holding your chin and forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. 

There’s a glaze look in your eyes and you feel your cheeks burn as you see yourself completely fucked out, jerking forward with every sharp buck of his hips — mouth agape and nearly drooling from ecstasy.

“Say it.” Jaehyun smirks, placing soft kisses against your cheek while sliding his thumb into your mouth and against your tongue. “Tell me you’re pretty, baby.” 

“I-I’m pretty,” you whimper, words distorted.

His hand moves from your mouth and slivers down to your neck, giving the sides of your neck a squeeze. “Again,” he orders, voice low and gravelly. 

“I’m pretty,” you repeat, grinning at your strained words parting your lips. 

“So fucking pretty, right?”

You nod, repeating his statement. You grip onto Jaehyun’s wrist as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten, your orgasm rapidly inching closer with every single one of your husband’s thrust. 

“That’s my girl.” He praises, peppering kisses against your temple.

“Baby, I’m about to c-come.” You warn, nearly sobbing as Jaehyun’s hands press down on the arch of your back helping his cock hit your g-spot over and over again. “Right there, don’t stop, please.” You mewl, your nails scratching the wrinkled sheets underneath you before your breath hitches and you begin to see stars in your line of vision.

He mercilessly pounds into you, gripping tightly onto your waist. “That’s it baby, come all over my cock. You deserve it.”

His words of encouragement sends you over the edge, your body writhes under his as he fucks you through your orgasm, helping you chase your high. You’re gasping for air and you bury your face into the pillow nearest you, muffling the tiny whimpers and sobs you’re letting out. 

You take a moment to recollect yourself as Jaehyun slows his movements before stroking your hair and trailing kisses up your spine to your shoulders. You weakly lift your head and he places a tender kiss against your soft lips — taking it slow as your body recovers from your intense release.

“Think you can hold on a bit longer?” Jaehyun asks, the palm of his hands roaming up and down your hips, further soothing your body. 

“Mm,” you lazily smile, nodding your head.

Jaehyun slowly pulls himself out of you and gives you space to move around to reposition yourself, pumping his length as he watches you.

You slowly push yourself up and adjust your position to lay on your back. Your legs spread open for Jaehyun as your fingers slowly rub circles against your sensitive bundle of nerves ensuring you’re still soaking wet for your husband.

He realigns himself with your pulsing cunt, lifting your hips for access. You give him a squeal followed by a giggle as he roughly pushes up and into you, his hands gripping your hips tightly and he smiles at the sound that leaves your lips. It encourages him to rock his hips back and forth, crudely. Your hands press against his toned abs in a failed attempt to slow him down. 

A low groan escapes him followed by a shaky breath, feeling you clenching around his long shaft as if your warm, slippery walls are molding to the shape of him. 

“You feel so fucking good,” Jaehyun groans, pushing his hips further into you, attempting to dive deeper into your soaking cunt.

“Can’t wait for you to come inside me,” you weakly grin, your nails raking over his abs. “Fill me up please, I want your baby.” 

Your begs cause Jaehyun to go feral. He opens your legs wider, hooking his arms behind your knees and pinning your wrists down to your sides. His hips frantically slam into you, bottoming out with every single brutal thrust into you.

“Say it again,” he growls, eyes darkening at the sight of you. 

“I want your baby,” you pant. “I want to make you a daddy.” Your cries fill the room. Your back arches and your skin prickles from pleasure. You mindlessly repeat your words over and over again, Jaehyun clearly getting off on the idea of getting you pregnant. 

His fingers digs into your hips, tilting your pelvis up and hungrily hammers his cock into you. 

A choked out sob leaves your lips from pleasure and bliss, clawing into Jaehyun’s wrists before your eyes loll back, your back arches, and your mouth falls open from satisfaction. Your face grows hot and your thighs begin to shake seconds before you become undone, nearly screaming out in euphoria — your climax washing over you like a tsunami. 

You’re a whimpering mess from sensitivity between your legs. Jaehyun slows down and places open mouth kisses against your chest as his hands rub against your skin — soothing your trembling body. 

“Good job, baby.” Jaehyun kisses, trailing his lips up towards your neck. “I’m proud of you.” 

You simply hum in response. Your body goes limp and you’re panting, heart nearly ready to jump out of your chest. Your eyes shut and your mind blurs. You clutch onto Jaehyun’s arm, trying to keep yourself grounded in reality. 

His hips slowly begin to move again, kissing your cheek to keep your mind on him.

“What’s my name, baby?” Jaehyun whispers into your ear, something he always asks to keep you focused when you mind is clouded and hazy. 

“Jaehyun,” you weakly reply, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. 

“There you go,” he coos as he continues to plunge into you, slowly and harshly. “I love how my name sounds when you say it. Keep talking, baby, I’m almost there.”

You do as he says, repeating his name after every brutal thrust, causing you to jerk up and down. 

Jaehyun’s hips stutter as he feels your walls flutter around his cock. “I’m gonna come.” His voice hitches. “Tell me where you want it.” He begs, wanting to hear you say it one more time.

“Inside me, please. I need it. I need to have your baby,” you whine, pulling him closer to your chest. You cross your legs against his back.

After a powerful thrust, Jaehyun freezes — pads of his fingers pressing hard into your skin and he spills his seed into you, flooding your walls with his creamy ropes. Pressing your heels against his lower back, you muster the energy to keep him in place as you roll your hips — milking him of every drop of his come. 

“F-fuck!” He hisses, pushing your waist into the mattress. His cock twitches inside of you and he lets out a shattered breath. “Too m-much,” he softly whimpers, begging you to stop moving your hips. 

“But I need every drop,” you pout, causing him to let out a tiny chuckle before you let your legs drop onto the mattress under you.

He pulls out of you — his thighs shaking from his intense release. 

Looking down, he sees the trail of his essence oozing out of your pretty cunt and sighs happily. His fingers gently push his creamy ropes deeper into you before he brings his digits to your lips, gladly taking his long, slender fingers into your mouth and sucking his fingers clean. 

“How’d it feel?” You question, propping yourself with your elbows. 

Your husband chuckles, bringing his hand to your cheek before stroking your heated skin with his thumb. “Fucking amazing,” he happily sighs. 

You giggle at his reaction, falling back into your mattress. There’s a dip before seeing your husband laying next to you. 

You turn to face Jaehyun who does the same. He rolls to his side and slings his arm over your waist, easily pulling your body closer into him. 

“I think you’re going to be a great dad.” You gently push his hair back, earning you a shy smile. 

“I know you’re going to be a great mom,” he smiles against your forehead followed by a tender kiss against your skin. 

“Do you think it’ll be enough to get pregnant?” You ask, feeling the thick liquid slowly dripping out of you.

Your husband pauses for a moment before a cheeky grin appears. “We should do it again,” he smiles. “You know, just in case.”

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Could you please write something that is spicy and fluffy? I adore your writing!

“So…” the hero purred. They scratched three perfect lines into the villain’s forearm, their lips close to the villain’s ear. “…when are you going to regret having kidnapped me?”

The villain squeezed their eyes shut and waved with their hand, as if to shoo the hero again.

“I didn’t know you’d be this annoying, that’s for sure,” they said. They stared back at their phone and continued with the scrolling.

“You can also let me go…” the hero suggested. They grabbed the villain’s forearm and squeezed until the villain was staring at them. “…I mean, it’s kind of a waste of my talents. To sit here. Do nothing.”

“You’re always welcome to watch TV,” the villain said.

“That’s not exactly what I want.” They let their gaze crawl down the villain. “You know, you brought me here so, technically, you’re responsible for entertaining me.”

“Is that so?” They let their eyes drop to their phone again.

“Yeah. I get bored easily.”

“I can tell.”

“Come on. Let’s spar.”

“Not right now,” the villain said.

“Then tell me what you did today.”

“Burned down an orphanage and ran over three cute puppies,” the villain answered bluntly.

“You’re not funny.” The hero stopped leaning over the villain and stood up fully. They crossed their arms in front of their chest, their eyes narrowing.

It had been over a week and the hero was beginning to feel like this was getting somewhat ridiculous. On day one, they had tried to punch through the walls. On day two, they had used their powers. On day three, they had started questioning the villain.

To no avail - the villain wasn’t talking. Attacking the villain wasn’t going to lead anywhere, so, the hero was trying everything they could to get some information out of their nemesis.

Why on earth were they stuck in an apartment that was certainly not the villain’s with the villain coming and going whenever they pleased?

What was going on?

The hero took the villain’s phone.

“There’s no SIM card in there,” the villain said. They looked unimpressed. “In case you were planning on contacting anyone.”

“Talk to me, baby,” the hero said suddenly. They put the phone aside and sat down on the villain’s lap. Their hands found the villain’s neck easily and although their nemesis tried to look annoyed, they didn’t push the hero away. “Talk to me. Don’t be shy.”

“You’re really testing my limits here,” the villain whispered.

“Is that so?” The hero leaned forward and they could see how very quickly, the villain started to look very shy. The hero loved it when the villain let their guard down in front of them. It was very sweet, very rare too. They were so grumpy and mysterious all the time. It was lovely. “I just want a few answers, pet.”

“What do you want to know?” The villain put their hands on the hero’s lower back, but rolled with their eyes at the same time.

“Why am I here?” Their gaze dropped to the villain’s lips.

“Because I kidnapped you.” Still no answers, then.

“Do you want me all to yourself, is that it?” the hero asked. They let their thumb follow the curve of the villain’s bottom lip. God, for how long had they been tiptoeing around each other?

It was probably a year by now.

Their other hand played with the hem of the villain’s shirt and their knuckles brushed against their enemy’s naked abs accidentally.

The villain took in a deep breath.

“I mean, I’m not complaining, you’re so very good to me. But there’s a lot of helpless civilians out there that need my help.”

“Do you think I care about civilians?” The villain asked. They leaned their head back against the armchair.

“No, but I think your greed should be a bit obvious to them. After all, civilians don’t like sharing their heroes with villains,” the hero said. “And you know what happens when the people get upset…”

Admittedly, they were getting greedy themselves. They wanted their nemesis. They really did. Maybe more than getting answers.

They kissed their jaw. Was the villain a good lover? Were they passionate? Or shy?

“Damn you,” the villain whispered.

The hero let their fingers go over the other’s stomach, exploring carefully. Whenever they could feel scar tissue, they took their time to follow it.

“What?” They kissed the villain’s temple next. Then their cheekbone. They exchanged looks, both clearly longing for the enemy.

This was only happening once. The hero couldn’t allow themselves to do this regularly.

“Is it a possessive thing?”

The villain let out a pained sigh. Their fingers dug into the hero’s lower back softly.

“It’s a a-lot-of-people-want-to-kill-you-thing,” they said, defeated almost. They looked away.

“Aww, you care about me.” Their gaze jumped back to the hero. Both of them were aware how much the villain was blushing.

“I don’t. Now, kiss me properly.”

“Say please,” the hero said.

“Kiss me, please.”

“There we go.” The hero leaned in and realised quickly that this was definitely not happening only once.

[millyphobic]

꩜ .ᐟ IN HIS DEFENSE... ★ FT. DAD! LEON KENNEDY

── .✦ "It's only normal his brain went haywire at the sight of you, even if you were his own flesh and blood. Right?"

wc :: 1.5k

cw :: dddne, dad-daughter incest, fem!reader, panty stealing, very pervy and pathetic leon, male masturbation, extremely shitty porn titles, one? serious reference of suicide towards the end, probably spelling mistakes galore here idk anymore

note :: hi! I DONT CONDONE THIS IRL. moving on. also if you don't like this, dont read this and block me; it's as simple as that. this shouldnt come as surprising to see on my blog since it says in my pinned that there will be dark content here. but anyways, im surprised I actually wrote this and just didn't get lazy

Leon needs to be executed via firing squad. Forced to his knees one last time by as group of men but instead of a cumshot he just gets shot in the head.

But that's far into the future. Hopefully. Maybe.

"Dad! Are you even listening?" You sigh and poke him on the side of his face, your nose all scrunched up like he was a homeless man and not your father. Which at the moment, he wishes he was just a random homeless man and not your father.

"There's nothing behind that shit. Put it back," you huff, jabbing a thumb at the dryer he moved out of place so you can check behind it. Because after doing a load of laundry, you finally caught onto the fact your panties have been going missing.

It only took you a month to figure that out. At least you haven't connected the dots to figure out he was the one taking them.

In his defense, you came back from college as a total babe. Picked up the ways of sorority girls or something because you showed up at his door for summer break in miniskirts and tube tops with your tits nearly spilling out of the fabric. A lonely, divorced man like him was now graced with the presence of a girl that could have walked out of his favorite porno. It's only normal his brain went haywire at the sight of you after all this time, even if you were his own flesh and blood.

Right?

"I'm sorry, baby, but I don't know what to tell you." He clicks his tongue and acts all confused for you, even offering a head tilt like some stupid mutt. Funny enough, he's a pretty decent liar when he needs to be. He pushes the dryer back into place, swearing under his breath about some shits too fucking heavy or whatever, leaning against the machine and groaning from the dull ache in his back.

"Maybe I can give you some money to buy some new ones?" He offers, wanting to switch the topic before guilt starts creeping up on him and makes him a stuttering idiot. "You know Daddy can get you whatever you want? It's just one pair of underwear, right?"

"No, actually," you counter, folding your arms over your chest. Makes your tits squeeze together nicely in that stupidly small crop top of yours and his eyes wander. Only for a second, though, before they snap back to your annoyed face.

"I think at least five have gone missing."

Okay, he did not take that many. Or did he?

"That's so weird. Don't know how that can be happening." He lies through his teeth, and yup, he can feel the familiar stab of shame in his lower ribs as he speaks. Maybe he should just take himself out before he can do worse to you.

You just shake your hand and wave him off, already making your way out of the basement by climbing up the stairs.

"Just make sure some pervert isn't breaking into here or something. I'm gonna kill myself if some creep is using my clothes to jerk off."

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It's a good thing you are clueless, then.

Leon is addicted to a lot of things. Alcohol. Porn. Especially porn. His taste has changed over the years but there's always been a level of depravity in what he's watched that he can't seem to shake off.

From Busty Milf takes her Loser Son's Virginity to Daddy SLAMS his Little Girl while she Cries. Even the occasional Bitch Boy gets Torn Up by Gross Perv when he's shitfaced and thinks of Krauser a little too much in all the wrong ways.

But after going through Motherless with a fine-toothed comb, most of the videos he watched nowadays have a very ugly word in their titles. It's like a swear word at this point, one that leaves a nasty taste in his mouth. Like the bar soap his mom would shove in his mouth when he said something bad.

Son, you can't say the "I" word! That's a sin you know, loving your family in the wrong way.

If there’s such thing as hell, he’s going to be stuck with the devil himself.

It’s midnight. He can hear you snoring in your childhood room with all your fluffy blankets and army of plushies he bought you over the years, so loud that he wonders if you’re actually okay. It must be a genetic thing because he snores just as loudly, if not louder.

Just thinking about your similarities makes him feel even sicker.

He’s got his laptop propped on in his lap and lo and behold, your dirtied panties in your hand. Already used, dried cum crusted on the gussets.

Sweats pulled down enough for his stiff cock to rest against his abdomen, he feverishly browses the porn site for “the right” video. He could stop but at the same time, he just can’t. He’s too far gone, too deep into murky waters to stop now. Can’t get off the vanilla shit anymore, all it does is make him sleepy.

The thought of you, the fantasy of having you, is his new high. And as he clicks on a grainy old vid saying something along the lines of real dad and daughter, your panties are like the purest form of coke as he takes a deep breath of your scent.

It's been a day since he's taken this pair, his latest steal from you, and yet most quickly dirtied. Snatched right up from your laundry basket after you went out for some errands in the summer heat, sweat and musk permeated into the pretty white cotton. He knew he fucked up the moment he had them in his hands, knowing you'd easily notice their absence since it was less than a day since you wore them. But...he just didn't care enough at the moment to think rationally.

While you showered he had the scrap of fabric wrapped around his cock as he jerked himself off so hard and fast, it hurt. He knew he deserved that pain; he knew he deserved worse. But the pleasure that followed after he came was too good, even when he cried and even when he had to wipe his tears away to greet you after your shower.

Guilt. Shame. It lingers. It stains. But it's not enough to get him to stop. Leon has a routine at this point: eyes fixed on his laptop screen and watching some girl get fucked silly, take quick puffs of your panties, and squeeze his dick to make himself cum as fast as he could. It's animistic how he gets himself off, the pain and the pleasure a punishing sensation he couldn't resist.

When did he fall so low? Perving on his own daughter? Sure, he didn't raise you all that much with running around all for the government but still. He was there when you were born and graduated high school. But that all felt like years ago with a whole other person. You left with a round baby face and came back looking so different.

Sharper in spirit. Sharper in attitude. All scowls and side eyes and stink faces. The clothes got smaller, your voice got firmer, and your personality got a factory reset. Now, you're just a textbook definition of a brat.

You're a different person in Leon's eyes. That's what he told himself as he suckles on the gussets of your undies to get just a taste of your cunt, barely able to keep back the whines rumbling in the back of his throat. Your scent has him intoxicated, the sweet musk making his morals nonexistent. All he can do was stare at his laptop screen in borderline envy, wishing he was having depraved sex with you and not this random couple. They're ugly anyways. They're probably not even related.

They're all liars, fucking dirty ass liars who just want to ruin his mind. That's right. He can't control the way he feels about his daughter but these people can control what incest bullshit they put out there.

Sick fucks, all of them are sick fucks!

Leon's orgasm takes him by surprise. It's sudden and raw and has him all frazzled. He can barely stop himself from jutting his hips off the bed and spilling all over his hand and stomach, your underwear held so firmly to his face he is fairly sure he was trying to suffocate himself there. He even whimpers like a bitch, sounding even more pathetic than he already is.

It takes a handful of deep breaths to steady himself, or somewhat breaths of air since he can't bring himself to pull your panties away from his nose. Dick's all soft in his hand but he's frozen, the porno ending and automatically rolling into something different.

Stepdaddy fucking beautiful teen daughter !!!

Tomorrow Leon will leave enough money to buy the best pairs of underwear for you on the kitchen counter. And then he's going to kill himself right in the front yard.

[zivazivc]

How do you think Les would act toward Floyd older? After the third movie, I mean.

Calmer, and stable Floyd, who I'm guessing actually got some help in the village. Maybe Floyd got help by talking things out there with someone, like therapy-ish. Or, just his brothers helping him through it all, because that's probably what he needed.

Seeing him happier than when he last saw him.

And, his new hair! I mean, him learning of everything that happened.

Would they get together again, or rekindle whatever reasonship (staying just friends?)

Ohh my story has gone through so many changes and updates that I haven't really talked about on here so it's hard to answer this ask straightforwardly now. 😅

I have caved and decided Les and Floyd still end up together so... 🙈

"I thought you were dead..." | "'M sorry."

Here's an updated version of this old post:

The timeline right now is more or less the same with them having a nasty breakup when Floyd is 22. The cause for it is that until that point Floyd only has hypomanic episodes which raise some eyebrows but they aren't that concerning to anyone, not with the kind of lifestyle they are having anyway. But at the time of the breakup he suffers from full-blown mania with psychosis for the first time which hurts both him as well as Les and the other bandmates.

Then there's the 2 year period where they are apart and Floyd falls hard into substance abuse and bad habits. Then Les bumps into him at a party and gets them to talk outside. It's clear to both that they feel incredibly sorry about what happened when they broke up. Floyd quickly after coming down from his mania realized that what he believed was going was all a delusion his brain convinced him of. And Les feels responsible for the addicted and mentally unwell state Floyd has ended up in.

There's still love there but so much hurt and the trust they had is damaged to the point they're unsure if it's fixable. Neither of them knows how to even address what went down in those days leading up to the breakup.

Les decides to help Floyd get back on his feet but he doesn't want him near the band anymore. He's convinced that the band isn't good for him anyway. He finds him a place to stay and a job in a remote town where not much goes on so he has a chance to sober up. The band at this point is still trying to make it work by doing gigs, so Les visits him little by little in between to check on him during this time period.

They go back to being friends gradually and Floyd shows interest in getting back together romantically from early on while Les has trust issues he can't get past. Les is very reserved and non-confrontational when it comes to addressing his hurt so he doesn't bring it up. Floyd is usually the one who would make those conversations happen, but Floyd at this point isn't aware that he has bipolar and doesn't understand what happened (is happening) to him, and he is very uncomfortable addressing it too.

But eventually they can no longer tiptoe around the topic of their breakup. Les wants to know what happened and why Floyd accused him of the things he did - which to Les it felt like Floyd took everything Les had confided in him regarding his childhood abuse and throwing it back in his face. Floyd feels awful because the only explanation he has is that at the time he really thought they were true. He tells him that he knows they aren't true but that something was really really wrong with him. He tries to explain what he was going through the best he can and he also tells him that whenever he tried to address it back then he was accused of constantly getting high on worms behind their backs which is what caused his paranoia to spiral.

The conversation doesn't answer everything but it makes it clear to both that neither of them wanted to hurt the other person, especially not intentionally. Which is what allows them to make the step into getting back together.

But not long after this Floyd suffers another strong manic episode and messes up at his job and books it out of that town. Once Les finds him and sees him in that hyper and erratic state again but now with more understanding, he tries his hardest to bring it down and help, and he finally firmly tells him that he needs to get professional help. Floyd doesn't like the idea of going to therapy so he says he'll go only if Les goes too to work out his own trauma. Around this point it's also when the band officially breaks up (they just couldn't ever recover after losing Floyd and Liv) so Les has no excuses to give why he can't go and he eventually agrees.

Floyd finally gets his bipolar diagnosis (yay!) and gets "meds" for it, and this revelation also helps both of them to really put the breakup incident behind them.

After this point they're more or less together. I say "more or less" because they're not in a conventional relationship and they're not following the classic rules of being a couple. They know each other inside out and are both deeply and unconditionally in love with each other but whatever they have looks more like casual dating that's been going on for more than a decade. Sometimes they live together like an old married couple and sometimes they don't and they keep in touch through letters and scheduled calls in phone booths.

One day during their "apart time" Floyd stops answering those scheduled calls and Les gets worried and sets out to look for him, which turns into a desperate months-long search while tensions in the country are high, non Rock Trolls are getting arrested and disappearing left and right, and the Rock Kingdom is secretly planning their invasion of the other kingdoms.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I actually like Malleus quite a bit but to be fair his fans (not all of course but some of them) makes it hard to like him sometimes because it feels like they are forcing you to like him.

The thing with Malleus is it's either players that love him to a scary degree and players who hate him to also a scary degree which makes him an overwhelming character for me like I would have liked him more if I wasn't in the fandom.

He is treated way differently by the fandom (mainly the En) then other characters.

Like for example I see the players who dislike Leona publicly rarely get harassed unlike the ones who dislike Malleus.

Aaaaah 💦 For better or for worse, Malleus is a character that gets “special” treatment, both in-universe (OP, crown prince, etc.) and in the fandom. I don’t think you’d be the first to notice that.

I’ve heard way too many horror stories about run-ins with Malleus fans from my friends (though like Anon said, not ALL Malleus fans are like this, just a loud minority of them). I’ve also had my own unpleasant experience being anonymously harassed for over a year just for expressing the reasons why I don’t like him. All you need say is “I don’t like him”, and it tends to summon a few very strongly opinionated fans to defend him, to argue with you, or to insult your intelligence. They are also quick to defend any potentially morally grey action he takes, often dismissing it by redirecting blame or pointing to a sad aspect of his backstory to excuse him. It feels there’s a social pressure to like him or to protect him, even if it’s not always overtly stated.

I’m not exactly sure why this is seemingly a recurring issue when it comes to him specifically, though I’ve certainly speculated on the matter. I don’t think they realize that them acting this way only exacerbates things. People are not going to consider liking Malleus (or, if they do like him, they may feel ashamed of it) because of these extreme fans.

Then there’s the other side, the Malleus haters. I’m not sure what started this collective, but it feels like they may have formed as a countermeasure or in response to the intense Malleus lovers?? But this other extreme isn’t a great alternative. The language they use can also be needlessly hostile towards him, and there are some who seem to attribute every bad thing that happens to Malleus even when he genuinely had no hand in it. It can get very uncomfortable to read some of the vile things said over a fictional character.

And then I think the Malleus haters end up making the Malleus lovers feel like they/their boy is being attacked… so they retaliate… and it perpetuates a vicious back-and-forth. You end up being caught in-between the two and getting stressed out over it. One notable example is the debate on who is "responsible" for the dreams. It can’t be easy being caught in those crossfires 😔

Malleus has become a pretty popular character in JP recently (like, the latter half of book 7), but not to the same heights as what we see in EN (he’s not consistently placing #1 like he is in EN, more like 7ish in JP now?). However, I haven’t seen anything nasty from the Malleus fans over there. That’s probably because JP fandom is much stricter with fandom etiquette and don’t exert their own opinions on fans who disagree with them; they see something they don’t like? They just ignore it or block and move on. I really with EN fans could take a page out of JP fans’ books; the fandom would be a lot more peaceful that way.

I’m sure there are fans that take these extremes for every character (I have encountered something in this vein for Twst characters from every other dorm). They’re just less frequently seen because there are fewer fans of them compared to the sheer number of fans for Malleus.

I really sympathize with you 💦💦 It feels stressful to say you don’t like Malleus, and it also feels stressful to say you do like Malleus. There’s always that fear of Malleus lovers coming for the former, and Malleus haters coming for the latter. No happy medium…