#also this is what I look like when I give up trying to sleep at 4 am and binging all 4 eps

[verdancy-hime]

Everyone is like "what if we take more coping mechanisms away from you why don't you go do this this this this this"

And it's like "I started doing porn because trying to have a job was giving me vivid sexual fantasies about being a serial killer and it turned out a lot of men on the iinternet could relate to that and thought other women didn't and then I decided to microdose being a serial killer and take people's money with their consent and give them weird hypno daydreams where I was a vampire princess or a weird eldritch being and I killed them and brought them back to life and then they were my slave and being my slave mostly consisted of paying me to stay away from other people and buy a lot of vibrators and drugs."

No one appreciates how much work I did to just do a fake bit on the internet where I pretended to be the toolbox killer instead of actually becoming the toolbox killer.

You all suck you're like "go outsideeeeeeeereeeeee get a boyfriend have a babbbbby!" No. No I don't think I will. I tried hard to have a boyfriend or a girlfriend when I was younger and it just turned into me dreading every minute around them because they were constantly acting like they hated me and I was the meanest mean person ever and driving me insane or me constantly yelling at them and feeling like shit afterwards and nothing getting better. Like... you go try to date a man who's super religious because you don't want the kind of shit your feminist mom went through and that's even more stupid and manipulative and lame than you thought it would be so you go and date a trans girl and that's just her looking for a daddy because her daddy threw her out and being forgetful and confused and sad and childish and spoiled all the time until you want to rip your hair out and you sleep or listen to headphones all the time to avoid yelling at her and making her cry and she doesn't have a damn job and you go date a bi boy and he's literally the most shockingly machiavellian person you have ever met and he literally hates you except he likes that he feels like he beat your friends and he thought he would get sex parties with your female friends but they're mostly gay and he's super pissed at everything about you except you're a better cook than his grandmother and your apartment is cheap so you stop dating and you try to just hook up with dudes but they keep trying to trick you into catching feels and it turns out people will pay cash money to hear you masturbate and say weird antisocial things and also your job history is even worse than your employment history so why not?

But then people are trying to force you not to do that and claim you're creating nazis or something because if men don't regularly put their penis in something and form a babby their extra semen somehow goes up to their brain and whispers to them that they need to make anyone doing anything cool or fun or free illegal and that everyone should be forced to live a life that makes no one happy for the sake of society.

Idk man.

Yall want me to become a serial killer or what?

no one appreciates that i could be a million times worse

[strwberri-milk]

Hi berri bbs, can I request a small thing of sylus. Where mc goes to the n109 zone after the caleb plot and just takes a shower in sylus room and wears his top pjs and sleeps on his spot, all while being quiet because he's not there yet and he comes home and finds her like that.

hihi!! im not sure how caleb plays into this request but im gonna maybe think its bc like. youre a little shaken after the experience in skyhaven? so im gonna have it be kinda like, reader is just kinda trying to process everything that happened but not explicitly mention to sylus it's because of caleb quite yet/mention what caleb's become?? idk lol so it just became more. gen comf

You've never had a habit of announcing yourself whenever you come to visit but you'd at least shoot him a text after he was notified either through a surveillance camera in his home, Mephisto, or one of the twins after you greeted him. However, this time all he got was the notification that you used the key he gave you. He watches on his phone as you make your way through the house to his bedroom, ducking into the bathroom.

He can tell by the way you're carrying yourself that something bad happened but he doesn't know how to respond, not right away at least as he's busy. He also knows that if he cuts the mission short just to be with you you'd be mad at him for abandoning "something important" and the best way to optimise his time with you and the ability to talk to you would be to just get his work done. So he does.

He resists the urge to watch you through the cameras some more as you've expressed wanting your privacy even if you are in his home so he just speeds back on his motorcycle (safely, of course). He doesn't usually have a habit of just ditching his things at the door but he does today because the sooner he can get to you, the better.

His heart melts when he sees how comfortable you look, despite the furrowed brows. He gently comes to your side, lifting the blanket to see a set of his pajamas on your form. He gently runs a hand along the side of your body, the silk doing nothing to hide the warmth of you from his palm. He leans over and gives you a kiss to your forehead, wanting to slide into bed next to you but also know he should get changed first.

After showering and changing, he's sure to give a couple of spritzes of your favourite cologne on him before pulling you into his arms. You bury your face into his chest, letting his presence soak into your tired bones as the scrunch on your face finally dissipates. He won't ask anything of it right now but you did tell him you'd be on a business trip for a while and he assumes the trip didn't go as well as you were hoping it would.

When the two of you wake up in the morning he'll insist on a slow day, ignoring his schedule just to provide you some more comfort. You don't really end up telling him what the problem is but he doesn't care - he just wants to be there for you right now, distracting you from the turmoil as he spoils you with his attention.

[aewon]

the shift

jungwon x fem reader genre: smut MDNI!!!! wc: 3593 warnings: e2l kinda, ice hockey player jungwon (just mentioned), manager reader, mentioned other members, mentioned chaewon( she’s my go to clearly lol), jungwon’s just annoying to reader, virgin reader, dick sucking, pussy eating, multiple orgasms (2 each), fingering, flirty jungwon, cursing obv, if there’s anything else lmk

note: this is a rewrite of a fic that i had on @/wonkizz, it’s not great but it’s better than what i had og so :p the smut isn’t great but oh well also not proofread so

The university’s ice hockey team was golden, and it was all thanks to Yang Jungwon.

The team’s captain had spent long hours training to make sure the team was efficient in every category.

And now, their hard work paid off as they had landed a spot in nationals against one of the hardest teams to beat.

They’re not worried, they know the team is good, but they’re better.

Normally, you’d praise a team for being confident in their skills, but you think they’re just damn cocky.

It’s even worse considering the fact that Jungwon has taken an unknown liking to you, the team's manager.

Why are you their manager? Because you needed the credit for a class and it was the only thing available.

Back to Jungwon.

The guy is infuriating. He flirts with you constantly, teasing you and messing with you. It’s annoying and no matter how much you tell him to stop, he never does.

With the amount the two of you bicker back and forth, you’re surprised you haven’t been fired yet.

Now, in terms of nationals, it’s an away game, which means a trip to another state. As their manager, that means you have to go too.

You curse every being out there at the fact that you have to go, but what can you do?

It’s 6:00 am when you arrive at the meet up spot on campus. Coach Shin, the head (and only) coach, is already there with the small bus set up for you and the team to take.

The boys aren’t here yet, no surprise there. They always like to be late, for whatever god given reason they have.

“Those boys, I swear they give me a headache every single fucking day,” Coach Shin complains. You can only nod along with his sentiment, scrolling your phone with no real purpose.

6:15 rolls around and oh thank heavens! Here they come in Jay’s beat up car that he loves to call his baby regardless of its status.

Jungwon doesn’t waste a moment, coming to your side and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Did you sleep well, pretty?”

You push his side, trying and failing to get him off you.

“No, unfortunately I didn’t. But I’ll be taking the chance to catch up on my sleep on the bus.”

“Oh?” He inquires, “And what exactly made it not so good? Did something keep you up? Or…someone?”

You push him harder, scowling as he laughs at your face.

Although you finally managed to free yourself from him, the thought of being stuck on a bus with him for 6 hours does not please you.

Coach Shin gathers everyone on the bus, choosing to sit near the front while the boys sit in the back.

You put in your headphones, playing your music on low while the bus departs.

As you leave campus, and eventually your town, your eyes begin to flutter.

They eventually shut and you fall asleep.

When you awaken, your head isn’t resting on the window like it was when you left. Instead, it’s resting against something softer, something moving.

You open your eyes, looking up to see Jungwon’s face centimeters from yours.

You shoot up, realizing your head was resting on his shoulder.

“Sleep well?” He asks, scrolling through his phone like nothing.

“Why are you here?” You ask, trying to create space between your bodies but failing miserably.

“You looked lonely, so I decided to keep you company.”

“Well I wasn’t, if anything you interrupted me.”

Jungwon pouts mockingly, “That’s not very nice. I tried to be kind and this is how I’m repaid?”

“And how exactly do you want to be repaid?”

He takes the opportunity to slide his arm around your waist, squeezing your side, “I could think of one way.”

You grab his arm, gripping his wrist tightly and taking it off you, “As if!”

The whole team begins to laugh at your expense.

You sit there, planning on how to kill Jungwon in your head while he goes back to his original seat, smirking.

You look down at your phone, realizing 4 hours have passed. You sigh in relief, only 2 more hours to go.

Those 2 hours pass somewhat quickly, and you’re parking at your hotel before you know it.

As you get off the bus and gather your things, the sun shines down on you.

It’s blue skies and sunshine in this state, and you wish for nothing more than time to relax.

Coach Shin gathers you all in the hotel lobby, checking in and handing you room keys.

“Naturally you’re all paired with someone, except Y/N.”

“Don’t tell me she gets a room to herself,” Heeseung complains, making the others start to complain as well.

Coach Shin raises his hand, “Don’t start! Of course she has a room to herself, idiots!”

The boys grumble on their way up to the hotel floor.

You check into your room, throwing your bag on the small couch and sitting on the bed eagerly.

You pull out your phone, texting your friend Chaewon.

You: we just checked in :p

Chae 🐯: has jungwon annoyed you much?

You: of course he has but it’s whatever ig 🤥

Chae 🐯: yall gotta like…fuck it out or smth atp

You: EW no why would i do that

Chae 🐯: because the tension is crazy!!!

You: the tension is made up in your head 🙂‍↕️

Chae 🐯: WHATEVER what are you gonna do now

You: i think we’re getting lunch or smth and then idk

Chae 🐯: well keep me updated

You: yeah yeah 😑

You turn off your phone just as there’s a knock on your door.

Coach Shin stands there, “We’re headed to lunch, are you ready?”

You grab your purse with your hotel key, wallet and phone.

“Yes, let’s go!”

The boys are already waiting by the elevator for you, and you all cram inside and head downstairs to the dining hall.

Once seated, you order fettuccine with shrimp scampi while everyone else gets some sort of beef or chicken. They’re all protein freaks, always talking about getting in more of it everyday.

Lunch goes by with little to no conversation between you and any of the boys, no surprise there.

Although you do make conversation with Coach Shin about nationals and how the boys need to play if they want to win.

Not that it really interests you.

You couldn’t care less if they win or lose.

Everyone is given time off to do whatever they want once lunch is over.

You choose to head to the hotel pool to finally relax, and maybe even tan a little.

You put on your bathing suit, and head to the pool with the same purse you brought to lunch.

Surprisingly, there’s no one around.

You sit back on your towel and relax, letting yourself soak up the sun that beats down on you.

But of course, you can never have anything to yourself.

Within 15 minutes of your relaxation, you hear an agitating noise come from the entrance by the pool.

You look up and see the boys, all in their swimsuits, heading your way.

You groan, “Oh Jesus Christ! Can’t a woman get one fucking minute of peace!”

They all look at you, grinning mischievously. They know! They know damn well!

“You don’t own the pool,” Sunghoon says knowingly.

“No shit I don’t own the pool, but you knew I’d be down here to relax and now I can’t!”

“We’ll be quiet, swear,” Jake says, crossing his fingers over his heart.

You sigh, laying your head back down, trying to get back into your relaxation mode.

That was a damn lie.

Within 5, no! 4 minutes, they’re making noise. So much noise it could wake up the dead. Splashing, yelling, cursing, you name it they’re doing it!

Nobody else seems to be bothered because no one comes out to tell them to shut up, so it’s just you and them. Them, overjoyed and you, annoyed.

You want to bang your head against the nearest wall when you hear Jungwon’s voice call out to you, “How’d you know blue’s my favorite color?” He asks, referring to your bathing suit.

“I didn’t,” you respond. “I didn’t wear this for you!”

He puts his hands up in mock surrender, “If you say so. You should come in, the water feels great.”

You look down at the blue water, and back up at him repeatedly. “I’d rather not, it looks cold.”

“Oh come on,” he whines, “it’s not! See for yourself.” With that, he sends a big splash your way, dousing the bottom of your legs with water.

You curse at the cold temperature, Jungwon now laughing hysterically along with the other guys.

You get up before you know it, and send a big splash that douses the entirety of them in one sitting.

They all look at you in shock, Jungwon especially as if he isn’t the one who started it.

“No fair! I didn’t wanna get my hair wet,” Sunghoon complains.

“Well that’s too bad now isn’t it,” you retort, hands on your hips.

Before you can say anything further, Jungwon is out of the pool, lifting you up in his arms.

You didn’t realize how strong or broad he is.

As your hands find his shoulders to hold onto, you begin to panic, “What are you doing? Put me down!”

“Nope, now you’ve done it,” Jungwon says smiling, and then without another word he throws you into the pool.

You hit the water with a big splash, the boys all cheering as you’re now just as soaked as them.

You come up, looking at Jungwon in pure shock and somewhat horror.

“You…you’re so dead!”

Jungwon shrugs, “Guess I’m dead then.”

You spend the next half hour playing with the boys in the pool.

By the time you get back to your room, you’ve tired yourself out.

After showering and changing, you take a long nap.

Once you awaken, the clock next to you reads 7:00 pm.

You order dinner for yourself and eat while watching the latest show on Netflix.

By 7:30 you’ve finished your meal and are relaxing when there’s a knock at your door.

Jungwon stands there, freshly showered too.

“Hi,” he says, albeit somewhat awkwardly.

“Hey, do you need something?”

“I wanted to talk, if that’s alright?”

You step aside, letting him in, “Sure, what about?”

“Us,” he says.

You stand there confused as he sits on the edge of your bed.

“What about us?” You ask.

“I felt like there was a shift today, when we were having fun earlier. It felt…different. Having fun with you instead of arguing with you. It was nice.”

“I agree, it was nice Jungwon. I liked seeing that side of you that doesn’t constantly annoy me.”

You didn’t mean for it to come out so harsh, but it does.

But instead of looking hurt or offended, Jungwon just smirks, “But do you realize why I annoy you?”

You shake your head.

“It’s because I like you, stupid.”

You take a second to take in those words. I…like…you? He likes you?

“You mean like, romantically?”

“Yes Y/N, romantically.” He chuckles, sweeping his hair out of his eyes.

You stand there, not knowing what to do.

“Why…why do you like me?”

Jungwon seems caught off guard by that question.

He thinks for a minute before answering,

“I like how passionate you are with everything you do. Even with hockey, we know you don’t really like it but you still do your best as our manager regardless. I like your laugh and your smile, even when they’re not directed at me. I like how clumsy you are sometimes. I like how your tongue sticks out when you’re concentrating on something. I like everything about you, Y/N.”

You feel your heart beat faster as Jungwon speaks, taking in his words and his feelings with care and kindness rather than disgust or disdain.

“Jungwon, I didn’t know you really felt that way.”

“I don’t expect you to feel the same. I just wanted you to know. And I thought maybe, maybe we could try something. I could take you out? See how you feel about that?”

You don’t know what switch inside you went off, but the thought of a date with Jungwon, after today’s events, doesn’t seem so bad.

“I’d actually like that. I’d like that a lot.”

He perks up and it’s oh so cute.

You finally find the courage to sit next to him on the bed, brushing your hand against his.

He looks into your eyes, for any signs of discomfort.

When he doesn’t find any, he leans in, pressing a delicate kiss against your lips.

It only lasts a few seconds, but it’s breathtaking nonetheless.

“Jungwon?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me again.”

He does as he’s told, pressing his lips against yours harder this time.

You reciprocate the kiss, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, your hands finding the base of his neck and playing with the hair at the nape of it.

Your lips move in sync, creating more passion as it goes.

Jungwon moves, his hand that was resting on the bed comes forward to rest on your waist.

His tongue presses against your lips and you open your mouth, giving him access.

Your tongues move together, the kiss becoming more and more heated as time goes on.

Jungwon’s hand comes to rest on your arm, lightly pushing you down so you're resting on the bed, his frame coming to hover over you.

You separate, lightly gasping for air as you look into each other’s eyes.

“Tell me you want this as much as I do,” Jungwon says, practically pleading.

“I want this, Jungwon. I want you.”

Jungwon dives back in, trailing kisses down the front of your neck, to the exposed part of your chest.

His fingers find the hem of your shirt, “Can I take this off?”

“Please.”

He pulls it up, over your head.

His large hands find your breasts immediately.

His fingers tug and twist your nipples, making your back arch up off the bed.

He leans down, taking your left nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it as you moan in pleasure.

“Fuck Jungwon, that feels…” you trail off, not able to finish your sentence as he switches to the other nipple.

He trails kisses down your stomach, until he reaches the waistband of your shorts.

“Wait,” you say, and Jungwon stops immediately.

“What is it? Are you uncomfortable?”

“No, no. I just… I wanna take care of you first.”

“Y/N you don’t have to—”

“But I want to. Although, I’ve never done this before, so you’ll have to guide me.”

“You’re a virgin?”

You nod, taking your lip between your teeth.

“That’s okay, pretty, I’ll guide you.”

Jungwon gets up and takes his own shirt off, revealing what you saw earlier but weren’t paying attention to.

His broad shoulders, toned chest and lean torso.

You could drool, he’s so your type.

Your attention is taken by him shrugging his pants and boxers down.

You get down on the carpet in front of him, anticipating.

His cock is already hard. It stands at attention, long and girthy but not too much.

You have to admit, you’ve done some research online in anticipation of this moment. You just hope you don’t fuck it up.

You spit into your hand, lathering it on his cock, listening to him hiss as your cold hand meets the warmth of his skin.

The tip is blaring red, evident of how much he wants this.

You stroke him a few times, just to start.

Then, you slowly take him into your mouth, starting just with the head.

You suck on it, tasting the precum he’s been leaking.

Then you take more of him into your mouth, avoiding your teeth as much as you can.

“God, it seems like you already know what you’re doing, where’d that come from huh?” You know he’s teasing but you feel a responsibility to answer genuinely.

You pull off of him slowly, “I may have done some research about this kind of thing before.”

You smile up at him, watching as his mouth opens in slight shock.

“Ah, so my pretty girl isn’t as innocent as she looks?”

His hand comes up to grab the back of your head, not forcing you but simply as a guide.

You take him back into your mouth, holding what won’t fit in your mouth.

You begin to bob your head, stroking what doesn’t fit.

You think you’re doing a good job, if Jungwon’s moans mean anything.

“Just like that, pretty girl,” he says.

You use the hand that’s stroking him and twist it slightly as you go, creating a solid rhythm.

The sounds of you sucking his cock turn him on so much, he thinks he could cum from that alone, but that plus the pleasure he’s feeling being Jungwon closer to orgasm than he’d like to admit.

Within just a few minutes, he’s close.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, pretty. Where do you want it?”

You pull off slightly but keep the tip in your mouth, sucking on it, indicating you want him to cum in your mouth.

Jungwon thinks he’s a goner, as he cums in your mouth, painting your throat white while he moans loudly.

As he comes down from his high, panting softly, he helps you up from the floor, before turning you around and pushing you back against the bed.

“It’s my turn to please you.”

As you sit up against the pillows, his fingers find the waistband of your shorts, “Can I take these off?”

You nod, watching as his eyes come in contact with your bare pussy.

“No underwear? Naughty girl.”

You’re already soaking wet, your arousal painting your folds and making them glisten in the dim lighting of the room.

“Fuck, you look so pretty. Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, baby,” Jungwon says, taking a gentle finger and rubbing it against your folds.

You jerk at the contact, whining as his fingers slide through them.

“Are you gonna make me feel good, Wonnie?”

He groans at the cute nickname, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

With that, he leans down, taking your clit directly into his mouth.

You gasp, arching off the bed as Jungwon sucks on it.

His fingers play with your folds as his tongue swirls around your clit, playing with it.

“Oh my god, Jungwon!”

Fingers soaked in your arousal, he slowly eases one finger inside you, being as gentle as he can.

You whimper at the intrusion. It doesn’t hurt but it’s uncomfortable.

“I know pretty, I know,” he comforts you, thumb rubbing your clit making you feel just as much pleasure.

He goes back to sucking on it, tongue gathering all your slick and swallowing it eagerly.

“You taste so good, I’ll get addicted.”

He slowly thrusts and curls that finger inside you, the uncomfortable feeling being replaced by pleasure.

Your moans fill the room, your hands coming up to grip Jungwon’s hair.

“That’s right baby, hold onto me,” he says, encouraging you.

As he sucks on your clit, he inserts another finger, curling them repeatedly, stretching you open.

Minutes pass and you can feel the band in your stomach tighten, “I’m gonna cum, Jungwon, fuck!”

“Cum for me, pretty,” he says, as you cum all over his tongue and fingers.

He takes it all in, swallowing your release and watching in amazement as it coats his fingers, more and more spilling out.

He leans forward, lips meeting yours as you taste yourself on him.

“You ready for my cock?” He asks and you nod, spreading your legs further.

He runs his cock up and down your pussy, coating it in your release, before slowly pushing inside you.

Your breathing gets slightly heavier at the feeling of fullness, but it’s a good feeling.

He pauses, giving you all the time you need to adjust.

After a minute, you tell him to move and he wastes no time in thrusting into you at a rhythmic pace.

Your mouth is permanently forced open at the feeling of his thrusts.

The power and precision is just right, making you feel like you’re floating.

“Fuck Jungwon, it feels so good,” you whine, hands gripping his biceps.

“That’s all I could ask for, pretty girl.”

You feel him so deep inside you, it’s mad. It feels so good, something you’ve never felt, nor do you want to feel this with anyone else.

“Fucking me so good, god I love it.”

“Yeah, you love this cock?”

“Fuck yes, I love it!”

His thumb comes to rest on your clit, rubbing deep circles on it, causing you to moan even louder, until you’re practically screaming his name.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck I’m gonna cum Jungwon please don’t stop!”

“Me too, fuck where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside please, I want it so badly.”

He groans into the side of your neck, leaving featherlight kisses against it.

His thrusts become erratic, hitting places so deep, you didn’t know they existed.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” you whine, releasing all over Jungwon’s cock as he does the same inside you.

Both of you ride out your highs on his slowing thrusts, until he eventually comes to a stop.

As you look into each other's eyes, Jungwon can’t help but smile, “So, about that date.”

AEWON 2025

[cosmosluckycharms]

can we get more incorrect quotes?

like this time with miguel + reader but also damion and penny

i mean like if you INSIST (i love making these)

spider!reader, peni & damian : *screaming*

miguel: *runs into the room* What's wrong, damian ?!

spider!reader: Wait, why are you asking damian that when peni and I are also here?

miguel: Because damian wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.

spider!reader: The scariest president had to be Rushmore because he had four heads.

peni: Yeah, it’s a good thing we captured him in that mountain, even if we have to live in fear of the spell wearing off.

miguel: Do you two still believe in that legend? Come on, Rushmore was killed a hundred years ago! We’re safe now.

damian : You people have clearly never taken a history lesson. His body was never found.

miguel: Are you laughing at that video of peni and damian fighting?

spider!reader: No.

spider!reader: I'm laughing at the comments.

*The squad is visiting a store late at night to return a DVD for spider!reader*

damian: I forget—what happens if we don’t return the DVD before midnight?

miguel: Then spider!reader gets charged extra. It’s called a “late fee”.

peni: Or was it zombie apocalypse? Eh, I don’t remember, but we can’t afford either.

peni: *clicks pen*

spider!reader: *clicks pen in response*

damian: Stop that.

peni : Stop what?

damian: You’re talking about me in Morse code!

spider!reader: Yes, that’s what we doing. In our very limited time, we took a class on a very outdated, very unnecessary form of communication just so we could talk about you in front of you. Congrats, you figured us out!

*later*

spider!reader, to miguel: That’s actually exactly what we were doing.

peni: Can I be frank with you guys?

damian: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is going to help.

spider!reader: Oh! Can I still be spider!reader?

miguel: Shh. Let Frank speak.

miguel: I just watched peni jump off of a spinning chair. Luckily, she wasnt hurt that badly. But the whole time, damian was screaming for help, which caused spider!reader to run in to help peni. Just note that all of this happened in the span of six minutes.

miguel: What do you three have to say for yourself?

peni:

damian:

spider!reader: Oops?

damian: miguel, we're hungry!

peni: miguel! What's for dinner?

spider!reader: We're hungry, miguel!

miguel, frying a bottle of ketchup over the stove: *screams*

miguel: Why are you two always out during rainstorms?

spider!reader: It’s so peaceful and refreshing. I love the smell of rain.

damian : peni bet me I couldn’t get struck by lighting, but she's WRONG.

miguel: *points at peni* A human turtleneck, *points at damian * a narcissistic monster, *points at spider!reader* and literally the dumbest person I’ve ever met.

spider!reader: And who am I? Describe me now.

peni, pointing to the wall: What color is this?

damian : Gray.

spider!reader: Grey.

peni, turning to miguel: Now tell them what color you think it is.

miguel: Dark white.

spider!reader: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out.

miguel: Fucking damian and peni were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

*The gang when they drop food on the floor*

miguel: Aw man. *Throws it away*

spider!reader: Five second rule!

damian : Foolish germs, thinking they can stop me!? *Eats it off the floor*

peni: *Sobs on the floor*

spider!reader: damian's out the will.

damian: That’s honestly fair. I deserve that.

miguel: Wait, you have a will? Already? You haven’t even graduated.

spider!reader: I’ve done some things in my life. Upset the wrong people. peni, you have a will too, right?

peni: Lots. Good luck figuring out which one’s real.

spider!reader: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions.

damian: Ridiculous. Give me some examples.

miguel: Wasps?

peni: Terriers?

spider!reader: damian.

damian: What’s it like being tall?

peni: Is it nice?

spider!reader: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

miguel: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

peni: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?

damian : *crouches down*

spider!reader: *kneels down*

miguel: *sits on the floor*

peni: peni: I hate all of you.

peni: damian got into a fight.

spider!reader: That’s bad.

spider!reader:

spider!reader: Did he win?

peni: Hey, spider!reader, have you thought about having children?

spider!reader: ...

spider!reader: Does looking over you and the others not seem like I already do? Because I promise you, it sure feels like it.

peni: But we're not childr-

spider!reader, already distracted: DAMIAN, PUT THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER DOWN!

damian: You're pathetic!

peni: You're pathetic-er!

spider!reader: You're both losers.

damian: Comparing spider!reader and peni is like comparing apples and oranges.

spider!reader: We’re both unique in our own ways?

damian: Apples are superior in every way and all oranges should be eliminated.

peni: Which one of us is the orange?

spider!reader: damian, peni, I love y’all and all, but can I ask what in the hell are you doing?

damian, trying to stabilize a tower of folding chairs that peni is sitting atop: Oh nothing much.

peni: I love you too :)

peni: I know we’re not exactly friends, but-

damian: What do you want?

peni: I've been stuck with spider!reader for 2 weeks and they've been drinking all the soy sauce.

peni: Help.

spider!reader: I will find us a covered wagon and horses. spider!reader: If you two can manage to not kill each other while I'm gone.

damian: Oh, please. We're not children.

*spider!reader leaves*

damian, casually: ...Eat shit and die.

peni, also casually: Yes, fuck you.

spider!reader: damian, we need that!

damian, holding peni over a trash can: Nope.

spider!reader: Gimme it—

damian: It’s garbage.

peni: How are we supposed to put a tracker the size of a penny on spider!reader without them noticing?

damian: Hey, spider!reader, I bet you 5 bucks that you can't swallow this penny.

spider!reader: *takes and swallows tracker* Pay up, loser.

peni: ...

peni: What’s your favorite color?

damian: Stop asking stupid questions. Ask me something logical and mature.

peni: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP?

damian: My favorite color is red.

damian: We vegetarians love the environment. Carnivores are sick freaks.

peni: How can vegetarians possibly love the environment.. you keep eating all the fucking plants.

haha i love damian and peni my sillies for weal

[softsunnyy]

morning sex, rough sex??, size kink, reader just wants to be destroyed and Luke can help her with that, Luke was sleeping at the beginning 🚨🚨

this was supposed to be soft sex

divider by @cafekitsune

when you woke up, you were hungry, you needed something, but you didn't know what. However, you soon discovered it when you felt your boyfriend's body behind you, sharing his warmth with you, almost covering your entire body since he's huge.

and oh god he's huge, every part of him, and you've always loved that. You love having to make an effort to kiss him, or the ease with which he can handle you in his hands, as if you were just a doll, his little toy. And you love how, even so, he always tries to be gentle, not to touch you too roughly, as if doing so would break you.

looking down, you see one of his hands, large, squeezing your waist as if he didn't want to let go; strong enough to keep you still, but not enough to leave bruises on your skin.

you start looking at his long fingers and remember how they feel inside you, how easily they slide in, and how much they stretch your walls, preparing you for his cock, so you don't get hurt, so you enjoy it. Those same fingers that also grip your hair when you're devouring him, controlling your movements as he pull your hair, trying not to choke you, not to pressure you.

you start to feel heat between your legs, and you try to rub your thighs together, but it's not enough, and your thoughts make you move, rubbing yourself against his body, against his bulge, which jumped with joy, waking up even while Luke is still asleep. And you want to moan at that, but you hold back, biting your lip and considering your options.

your hand reaches back, feeling him through his underwear, and you have the pleasure of feeling him harden beneath your touch, as if he recognizes you. And that makes your thoughts go wilder.

you need him, now.

you slide your hand under his clothes, touching him directly, feeling his hand tighten around your waist, like a warning. Yet you ignore it, beginning to masturbate him slowly, while you tried to roll over onto your back, or just move.

you need to see his reaction, hear his gasps. You need him to wake up and take you.

when you don't see the reaction you expect, you let out a small huff, taking it as a challenge, so you remove your hand and slip out of his grasp, getting up from the bed and quickly finishing undressing.

Luke is going to fuck you, take you and break you. You don't want his gentleness today, you want him to use you, to abuse his strength and size, to make you understand.

you take off the blankets, and at that moment he seems to unconsciously want to help you, as he rolls onto his back, making your plans easier. So you continue, removing his underwear, freeing his cock, which stands proud, his veins showing, his tip a fiery, desperate color.

if he won't do it, you'll have to start it yourself.

without giving it much thought, you climb on top of him, letting your soaked pussy rub against his cock. And you moan as you feel his tip push through your folds, repeatedly bumping against your clit, constantly rubbing against your hole, which throbs desperately.

you watch as he begins to move beneath you, waking up. It takes him a couple of seconds to understand what's going on, but immediately his hands are on you, unconsciously helping you, which you take advantage of.

“fuck,” he whimpered, and this time you can feel the strength in his grip. You can be sure it will leave a mark, which you love. “What are you doing, pretty girl?” he looks at you with attention, desire, and curiosity, his cock beginning to ache from the mere desire to take you. However, what bothers you is the hint of doubt in his eyes, as if all the show you're putting on isn't enough to convince him.

“i want you to take me, Luke, to break me, please, use me,” you whimpered, showing him your desperation. “Please, Lu.”

when you got up a little, he was alarmed. However, it all made sense when you took his cock in one hand, aligning it with your hole.

“wait, baby…” you interrupted him by letting yourself fall, inserting his entire long cock into your walls, which drew a loud moan from you, at the same time that he gasped, suddenly feeling himself hugged tightly by your walls that adjusted to his size with some difficulty.

it was at that moment that a switch clicked in his head, and all rational decision-making was abandoned. The urge to possess you swept over him, and he decided to stop ignoring his desires, flipping your bodies over, leaving you beneath him this time. Your legs were lifted by his hands, resting on his shoulders, and soon he began to thrust into you, moving hard, making your body bounce, your tits bounce.

you could feel him everywhere, abusing your hole as if you suddenly didn't matter to him, making you feel a small burning sensation that you're completely loving.

don't get me wrong, you love Luke, you love that he's gentle with you, that he takes care of you, that he tries not to break you, but today? today you need this primal, wild, inconsiderate side. You need to feel him this big, this intense, covering your entire body with his.

you whimper in pleasure when he slaps one your tits, and later you're not surprised when he stretches one of your legs further, giving small bites to your inner thigh. This is what you needed, and you'll do whatever it takes to make sure it doesn't end soon.

and Luke, oh Luke, he doesn't know why he's been holding back so much, when it feels so beautiful to be able to destroy you, to break every part of you until you're crying and babbling. He loves watching his cock disappear inside you so quickly, and he knows it will be even better when he fills you, when he cums so much that there's no way you can keep him inside you and you start staining your thighs with his cum.

he's going to use all his free time to mark you and manipulate your body at his whim, extracting as many orgasms from you as possible, because even though you're the one who woke up hungry, now he's starting to feel it too.

you've ignited something that can't be extinguished, and you'll have to get used to this side of Luke, who will take advantage of being big and rough, who will claim your body until all you can think about is him while you pull his curls and scratch his back.

you don't have to worry or wait, or want too much anymore. Luke will give you what you need, he will be good, and he will make you his personal toy, just like you wanted.

are you ready?

[frostiexavier]

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ headcannon: how the lads boys take care of you when you are sick

○ warnings: fluff, mentions of food, symptoms of being sick, some cursing and nothing else i don’t think :)

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ﾟ。 Xavier

You woke up one morning with a sore throat and a slight cough. You knew this was the beginning of being sick, this is what always happens. You look over to see Xavier sleeping soundly, his features are so soft and adorable when he is asleep. You try to quietly get up without waking the sleepy bunny. However, you feel an arm wrap around your waist pulling you back into bed. You gasp softly, not expecting him to pull you back into his embrace. He pulls you to his chest like he is spooning you. He nuzzles his face into your neck and smiles.

“Good Morning, but can we stay like this for a little while longer? I am still sleepy”, he says with his raspy morning voice that makes you putty in his arms. You don’t answer him but can’t hold back the cough that is trying to escape.

You cough a couple more times before you feel Xavier shift and sit up. He looks down at you and you cover your mouth with your hand but have to quickly cover it with your elbow to cough into.

“Are you okay? Are you getting sick?”, he asks in a quick and concerned voice.

“Maybe, my throat feels scratchy and it hurts to swallow”, you say in between little coughs. Xaviers face looks concerned and he places his palm to the top of your head.

“You feel warm, I am going to go to the store and get some medicine. I will be right back, don’t try to get up until I am back”, he says while putting on a shirt and grabbing his wallet from the night stand.

“I just have a sore throat, I can still walk Xavier”, you laugh but then break into a fit of coughs.

“Just rest until I come back, do you want anything while I am out?”,he asks but you decline by shaking your head. He places a kiss on your forehead and tucks the duvet back over you before he exits the room.

You close your eyes once he leaves but after some time you feel the bed shift, waking you up from your short nap.

“Hey, you feeling okay?”,Xavier asks. Honestly you felt worse, you had the chills now but your head felt hot. You shake your head in response to his question.

You look over the covers and see several bags on the bed, you slowly sit up and look at Xavier.

“I thought you were just getting medicine? What is all this stuff?”, you ask him, your voice sounds raspy from your throat and coughing in between words.

“I got everything I thought you might need. I got tissues, cough drops, a thermometer, medicine, a humidifier, and some other stuff like face masks and vapor rub to help you relax. Oh, I asked the lady at the pharmacy and she said these would help reduce fevers.”, Xavier says while popping a small pill and handing you a glass of water to take it.

“Thank you Xavi, that was very kind of you for getting me all this stuff”, you say and he smiles at you.

“Anything for you. I also got you some soup from that restaurant you like and I got some teas for you to try. Just tell me which flavor you would like and I’ll go make some for you.”, he smiles and you can’t help but blush at how thoughtful he is.

“Thank you for all of this. If I weren’t sick I would kiss you right now”, you giggle slightly but end up coughing a bit.

He takes a moment to register your words and then leans in to kiss you. He molds his lips into yours but you quickly push him away.

“Xavier, you can’t kiss me you’re going to get sick”, you tell him but he doesn’t move away from you.

“I don’t care, we can be sick together. Either way I will still take care of you. Just don’t hold back on the kisses okay?”, he says again and gives you a quick peck on the lips before standing up. You can’t help but blush at his words.

“Okay now which tea would you like?”,he asks but honestly you can’t think about tea right now.

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ﾟ。 Zayne

You should have listened to Zayne. He warned you that all these late nights practicing your skills in the cold weather was going to make you sick. He was right, like he always is. You hate to admit it but you should have listened to him. You just know he is going to say “I told you so”.

Zayne was already in the kitchen making coffee when you woke up. You thought maybe you could fool him by putting on some makeup to mask the slight paleness to your face. Your throat was throbbing and you felt fatigued but didn’t want Zayne to gloat so you pushed through.

You walk into the living room, still in your pajamas. Just as you thought, Zayne was making coffee, still in his pajamas with his rustic brown robe over him and his house slippers.

“Good Morning Darling”, he says, bringing you a cup of coffee and placing a kiss to the top of your head. He places the cup onto the coffee table, making sure to place it on a coaster. He then sits down beside you on the couch and pulls you into him. You look up at him and he smiles.

“Did you sleep well?”, he asks and you almost respond. Crap, your voice is going to sound so bad, let’s just nod. You nod and he gives a soft chuckle.

“Why are you so quiet? Cat got your tongue?”, he asks and you shrug your shoulders. You go to grab the coffee taking a small sip but the heat burns your throat. The sudden sensation makes you fall into a fit of coughs.

“Are you alright?”, Zayne asks with a worried expression, he moves to your side quickly.

“Sorry, I just didn’t wait for it to cool down enough”, you say while coughing some more. Zayne’s expression changes once he hears your voice.

“You’re sick”, he states in a matter of fact tone. You sigh and give up trying to pretend, you don’t know why you even tried, he would have found out anyways.

“Yes, now you can say I told you so”, you say, sighing deeply and covering your face with your hands.

“I did but that wouldn’t make you feel better. Let me examine you”, he says and before you can refuse he moves his hand to your forehead and cheeks.

“You’re flushed and warm. Let me grab the thermometer”, he says standing up and walking to get the first aid kit. He opens the box and grabs the thermometer, he then makes his way back to you.

“Open”, he states and you open your mouth. He sticks the thermometer under your tongue and holds it in place for you until you both here the beep.

“99.8, it's a low-grade fever. If we treat it now, we can prevent it from getting worse. Let me grab some tylenol and a cold compress”, he says, leaving to grab said things.

You don't need to have a fever right now. You have been training so hard and getting sick will set you back in your training. You sigh thinking about falling behind.

“Here, take this and apply this to your forehead”, he says handing you a tylenol with a glass of water. You take the pill in one swig and then take the cold compress from Zayne. You place it on your forehead, the sensation making you feel slightly better already.

Before you know it Zayne is lifting you up and holding you bridal style.

“Zayne? What are you doing?”, you asks in a frantic and startled tone.

“I am taking you back to bed. I am going to take care of you today. Today I am Dr. Zayne and you are my patient”, he smirks and carries you to your shared bedroom.

“Oh? Do I get the special VIP treatment package? Or do you treat all your patients like this Dr. Zayne?”, you tease and he chuckles.

“Only the ones that don’t listen to my orders, so only you”, he laughs and you swat his chest. He reaches the bed and gently places you down while pulling the blanket over you. He sits down on the edge of the bed and grabs your hand

“Now be a good girl and listen to me this time. I will be right back, I am going to go grab some things for you, text me if you need anything. I will be right back.”, he says rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. You nod at his soft words and he smiles.

“Okay, I’ll be right back. I love you”, he says placing a kiss on the back of your hand and stands to leave.

“I love you Zayne”, you smile and you can’t help but notice the pink tint to his cheeks. He gives a soft smile before leaving to grab some things to help take care of you over the next couple of days.

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ﾟ。 Rafayel

“Are you okay? You have been coughing on and off all day. Don’t tell me you are sick or something?”, Rafayel says from the driver's seat of the car.

You place your fist up to your mouth trying to cover your cough. You think you are catching the cold Tara caught. It has been going around the hunter’s association but you just need to power through it.

“I think I am catching a cold but I’ll be fine”, you state and Rafayel moves his head between you and the road.

“Puh-lease, you look like you could kick the bucket at any moment, you look horrible”, he states and you give him a side glare.

“Thanks Rafayel, the words every woman wants to hear from their boyfriend”, you say coughing again.

“Sorry, but honestly you look sick. You want me to take you to the doctor or something?”, he asks and you shake your head. Suddenly Rafayel turns the car and you feel somewhat nauseous.

“Oh nu-uh we are going to the doctor asap. You are not going to barf in my car”, he picks up the speed and makes it to a nearby urgent care.

You both walk in and Rafayel grabs you a mask and puts a mask on himself. He helps get you checked in and sits 2 seats away from you in the waiting area.

“Seriously Rafayel?”, you ask him and he throws his hands up in defense.

“Hey, if I get sick then who is gonna take care of you huh?”, he says and you shake your head and roll your eyes. Soon enough the front desk calls your name. You both follow the nurse into a small exam room.

You tell the nurse about your symptoms and she takes your vitals. She tells you that the doctor will be there shortly and leaves the room. Rafayel sits quietly and observes the room when the doctor makes her way in.

“Hello? Y/n correct? I heard you haven’t been feeling well, what is going on?”, she asks but before you could answer Rafayel butts in.

“Doctor thank goodness you are here. Something is wrong with her, she almost barfed in my car, which is very unlike her. She has been coughing all day long, I think she has a cold or maybe the plague? I don’t know but look at her, she looks horrible. I am very concerned.”, he states pointing to you.

The doctor looks at Rafayel and then back at you. The look of dread and embarrassment on your face. The doctor chuckles and replies to Rafayel.

“Don’t worry, I will make sure to take good care of your girlfriend”, she laughs and continues to examine you. Thankfully the doctor doesn’t seem to find Rafayel’s sudden outburst to be troublesome. You mentally sigh while looking at him. He looks between you and the doctor.

The doctor is auscultating your lungs and heart. She checks the lymph nodes in your neck to see if there is any swelling. You explain to her you have a cough and feel nauseous, along with a sore throat and slight fatigue.

“Let’s get you tested for all the respiratory things but I feel like it is just a cold. Have you overworked yourself lately or been around anyone who is sick?”, the doctor asks but you get interrupted before you can say anything.

“Uh yeah, she has been overworking herself to the point of getting sick. She works overtime at the hunters association”, Rafayel exclaims through his mask.

“Oh wow, you are very noble. Thank you for all you do for Linkon. However, overworking yourself can make you fall behind sometimes. Go home and rest, no training or working until you fully recover.”, she explains.

“And you, make sure to take care of her alright?”, She points to Rafayel and he nods with his arms folded.

After the doctor leaves the room the nurse comes back to test you for respiratory problems. All the tests turned out to be negative so the doctor said to just rest at home and to come back if you do not improve within a few days.

Before going home, Rafayel stops at the local pharmacy to grab medicines and other remedies ro help with a cold. He also picked up some porridge and tea from a local restaurant he often visits.

When you get home you immediately head for bed, your body is so tired from even going to urgent care. After about 20 minutes Rafayel enters the room with your porridge and tea dressed in PPE from head to toe.

“Rafayel, where did you get all of that?”, you ask him referring to his sterile outfit.

“Oh I picked these up while at the pharmacy. They had a lot of things there”, he chuckles and hands you the porridge.

“Is that really necessary when I just have a cold?”, you question him, sitting up from the bed to take a bite.

“Listen, I love you but I don’t want to get sick. If I am also bed bound, who will take care of me? My Miss bodyguard is down right now so I need to take care of her”, he smiles and you laugh at his ridiculous reasoning.

“Okay Rafayel whatever you say”, you laugh and he pats your head with his gloved hand.

“Don’t worry, I will make sure you feel better soon, anything you need I am here for you”, he rubs your back and you smile while taking a sip of tea. He was right though, he waited on you hand and foot but never took off that ridiculous quarantine outfit.

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ﾟ。 Sylus

“Sweetie wake up”, you faintly hear the deep voice of Sylus waking you up. You open your eyes slightly and feel pain radiating down your throat.

“Hmmm?”, you ask half asleep.

“I’m sorry to wake you my love but you have been coughing a lot in your sleep. I want to check if you are running a fever”, he asks, helping you turn over in bed to face him. He places his palm to your forehead and his eyes grow bigger.

“You are burning up, let me get the thermometer”, he gets out of bed and grabs a thermometer from the bathroom cabinet. He comes back and places it into your mouth and waits for it to read. Your eyes are still heavy from just waking up, your vision is blurry.

“100.5, let me get some medicine for you. Maybe I should take you to the hospital”, Sylus quickly leaves the room and brings back medicine and a glass of water.

“Here sit up and take this”, he helps you sit up in bed and puts the pill in your mouth. He presses the glass of water to your lips and helps you as you take a sip.

“How are you feeling, kitten?”, he asks and you rub your eyes with your hands.

“I just feel so tired, I feel weak and my throat hurts”, you admit and his eyes soften at your sickened state.

“Come here”, he holds out his arms which you envelop yourself into. His arms wrap around your whole body and he rubs your arm up and down and gently rocks you.

“Don’t worry, I will take care of you. Mephisto is already grabbing things at the store for you. Luke and Kieran are making your favorite tea and some soup for you.”, he says in almost a whisper but yoj can’t help but chuckle which makes you cough afterwards.

“So you are delegating tasks to other people to take care of me.”, you smile up at him and he smirks.

“Kitten, I need to be right here with you. I can’t do that if I am busy with other matters that can be dealt with otherwise. I need to have you right here next to me at all times.”, he says, holding you closer and propping his chin on your head. You giggle and close your eyes, enjoying his embrace.

You hear a knock at the door and Sylus gives permission to whomever is there to come in.

“Miss boss lady, we heard you are sick. We made you 5 different teas to choose from and we have different soup options as well. Please choose at your leisure.”, Luke says as he places the various teas and foods on a nearby table.

“Well done. Thanks boys”, Sylus says and both of them salute Sylus.

“Of course, hoping you have a quick recovery, miss boss lady”, Kieran says and both of the boys exit the room.

“Now let's try these teas, which one would my kitten like?”, he asks you and you point to one of the various tea flavors. He grabs your favorite soup choice as well and walks back over to the bed. You take a small sip of the tea, it helps soothe your throat.

“Open wide sweetie”, he says and you open your mouth as he feeds you the soup. He smiles and you don’t protest and let him take care of you. Normally you would insist on feeding yourself but even lifting a spoon feels like a huge task right now.

“Is it good?”, he asks and you nod your head in agreement. After he helps you finish your soup he gives you a neck massage. His hands kneading your neck and back help relieve a lot of tension built up and all the aches in your body you are currently feeling.

“How is this sweetie? Feeling okay?”, he asks and you moan and nod in response.

“Thank you Sylus, this helps so much”, you say with eyes closed as he continues to knead your lower back now. After the massage he pulls you close to him in bed and nuzzles himself close to you. His face is mere inches from yours now.

“Sylus, you probably shouldn’t be this close to me. You are going to get sick”, you say trying to cover your coughs.

“Sweetie, do you really think a cold could take the leader of Onychinus down?”, he smirks and you roll your eyes playfully in response. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to his body.

“Just relax and take a nap with me”, he says into your ear. His voice soothing to your ears and he hums a little song that helps you fall asleep.

Your nap was cut short to the sound of hacking and coughing. You wake up and see Sylus is nowhere to be found. You sit up and call out his name.

“Sylus?”, you call out but no response. You begin to worry so you stand up and make your way into the bathroom where you hear all the noises coming from. To your surprise, Sylus is leaning over the bathroom sink coughing and hacking up phlegm.

“Oh my goodness, Sylus are you sick too?”, you ask, your voice drawing his attention towards you.

“Kitten, you should be resting, don’t worry about me”, he says in between coughs. His skin looks pale and his eyes red and puffy. He sniffles, obviously congested and his coughing sounds worse than yours.

You grab his hand and help him back to bed. You helped him lay down and feel his forehead, he was running a fever as well.

“Mephisto, could you bring me a cold washcloth please?”, you ask and the crow caws at you and quickly brings the cold compress. You place the washcloth on his head and he closes his eyes, basking in the feeling.

“Thank you, but I am supposed to be taking care of you”, he says with a few coughs.

“Don’t worry, we can take care of each other. Now relax I am going to massage your shoulders, it helped me feel a bit better earlier”, you say and straddle him to get in a comfortable position. His ears turn red as he watches you get comfortable on top of him.

You lean down and start to knead his shoulders and chest. He closes his eyes, letting himself feel your small hands smooth out his body aches. You massage his shoulders, arms, chest and as you go to his waist he grabs your wrist and pulls you forward. Your face is so close to his and he smirks.

“What are you trying to get into kitten?”, he raises his eyebrows and you swat at his chest. You sit back up and scold him.

“Quit being naughty and just relax”, you say and he deeply chuckles followed by a cough.

You both spend the rest of the week helping each other get better and recover. With the help of the twins and mephisto of course.

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ﾟ。 Caleb

“You sure are burnin’ up pipsqueak, what made you this sick huh?”, he says feeling your forehead and looking at your weakened state.

“I don’t know, I was fighting off wanderers in the rain a couple days ago. It was probably that”, you say coughing while responding.

“That's no good. Well don’t worry, I already know what to do to make you feel better.”, he smiles and stands up from the bed.

“I thought you had to go back to sky haven today? The colonel can’t be away for too long I thought.”, you ask and he places his hands on his hips.

“My priorities are not in sky haven, they are right here making you feel better. The fleet can handle things without me for a few days.”, he smiles and ruffles your hair.

“Now, let me get you some things and I’ll be back in no time”, he winks and leaves the room. You feel guilty having Caleb take care of you when you know his job with the fleet is so important. He is the colonel after all and you don’t want to make him sick either.

You decide to try and get up so you can prove to him that you can take care of yourself. You make your way into the kitchen to make yourself some tea and Caleb is already making you something to eat by the stove.

“Hey, what are you doing? You should be in bed”, he says looking at you while you slowly walk into the kitchen.

“I’m fine to take care of myself Caleb. I’m just getting some tea”, you state and Caleb’s smile disappears. He nods and turns his attention back over to the pot in front of him.

You grab a mug from the cabinet and place a tea bag inside. You reach for the hot kettle and go to pour the water. As you are pouring you get a wave of dizziness and the water splatters all over the counter and your other hand.

“Shit”, you exclaim and set the kettle down. The hot water scorches your hand.

“Y/n are you alright?”, Caleb says in a worried tone and rushes to your side. He gently grabs your hand and sees the burn mark already forming on it. You wince at the pain and he looks at you with concern.

“I told you to rest, you never listen to me. Come on, sit down and I’ll grab the first aid kit”, he helps you sit down at the island as he goes to search for the kit. He comes back within a few minutes and sits next to you.

He opens the kit and pulls out some after burn ointment and a bandage. He puts some ointment on a cotton swab and grabs your hand. He starts placing the ointment. The sensation burns but it is bearable. As he pats on the ointment he looks up at you.

“Why don’t you ever let me take care of you?”, he asks honestly, his eyes glistening over you.

“I can take care of myself Caleb. I don’t want you to get sick or get in trouble with the fleet”, you answer him truthfully. He stops his treatment on your hand and places the bandage over it but he doesn’t let go of your hand.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head over the fleet. Like I said, they can handle a few days without me there. My priority right now is being here with you, making sure you are healthy and safe.”, he explains shifting his gaze from your eyes back to your hand. Your heart could melt at his words. Caleb has always been there to take care of you since you were both kids. He has always been by your side and made you his priority.

“I’m sorry I just don’t want to be a burden to you. We are grown up now, I don’t want to have to rely on you everytime I get sick.”, you explain and he smiles softly.

“You could never be a burden to me, pipsqueak. I enjoy being here for you and taking care of you. I always have.”, he smiles and rubs the top of your other hand. You smile and pull him into a hug and he gasps from your sudden embrace.

He quickly wraps his arms around you and gives your body a gentle squeeze. He doesn’t want to let go and takes in this moment. You rarely initiate physical contact so he wants to savor this.

“I promise to always take care of you no matter what.”, he says in a whisper near your ear. You smile and slowly pull away from the hug. He smiles and brushes your cheek with his hand.

“Now, go back to bed and I will bring you something to eat and some meds to help you feel better.”, he says and you nod. You get up and head back to bed. You lay down and within ten minutes Caleb is back with a tray of items and some medication.

Caleb helps you get better within no time, it only takes a couple days for you to fully recover. He packs his things to head back to sky haven. You secretly wished that you would have been sick a little longer so Caleb wouldn’t have to go but you know his job needs him.

“I’ll be back before you know it pipsqueak. Don’t be getting sick again while I’m gone.”, he says, patting your head at the front door to your apartment. You nod and give him a hug again. You don’t know why but lately you have been more affectionate to him. You don’t want him to leave your side.

“You make it so hard to leave you”, he sighs in your embrace, not wanting to let you go. You're the one that has to pull back and you look up at him.

“Go before I kidnap you”, you chuckle and he smiles.

“You know, that's not a bad idea”, he laughs putting his finger to his chin, insinuating that he is thinking about the idea. You swat his arm and he chuckles.

“Alright, alright I’m leaving, bye pipsqueak”, he says waving at you and you wave back. You close the door as Caleb leaves. However, as you turn to go back to your living room you hear a knock at the door. Caleb was still standing outside.

“Sorry, I forgot something”, he says and picks you up from the ground and pulls you into a tight embrace. He spins you both around a couple times making you giggle. After he is satisfied he places you back down.

“Okay thats all I needed, bye pips”, he says and places a kiss on your forehead. He exits the apartment and closes the door. He leaves you breathless and your heart racing, yearning for his return.

• —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

a/n: heyyyyyy guess whos back! sorry i have been sick literally the past 2 weeks, hence why i wrote on this topic. While i was sick i wish i had someone to take care of me but sadly my virtu boyfriends don’t exist so i had to take care of myself 😔 anyways fluff series coming to you soon i just wanted to write this headcannon first tehe

[blairenqs]

୨୧ LATE-NIGHT CRAVINGS ✧ SPENCER REID

───── IN WHICH 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 !

𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗂𝖽 𝓍 𝒻! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝟣.𝟢𝖪 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 ♡ ⎯⎯ 𝖠𝖱𝖢𝖧𝒾𝖵𝖤

THE MOTEL ROOM is silent other than the annoying buzz of the air conditioner and the occasional loud creaks of the bedframe whenever you shift your body.

you’re really trying your best to not move too much, trying not to disturb the man lying next to you—spencer’s snores fill the room, his face relaxed in a way you don’t get to see often enough.

today had been a brutal one—a long day of sorting through evidence, and the stress of knowing someone’s life might depend on you solving this case quickly.

you watched spencer through the day, his mind overworking itself more than usual and connecting dots no one else could.

but now, with the relaxed face of finally getting sleep softening his features, he looks so peaceful. and you would give anything not to ruin that. but unfortunately you’re also pregnant—and the craving is unbearable. —READ MORE!

it started off as a mindless thought—how good a cheeseburger would taste at the moment, but that thought spiralled into imagining every detail—the cheese in between a warm toasted bun, a side of sweet potato fries on the side.

it’s quite literally ridiculous. it’s just food. yet, here you are—lying wide awake, biting your lip to keep yourself from crying because somehow it feels like the most urgent thing in the world.

a tear slips down your cheek before you can stop it, and you sniffle softly. you turn your face into the pillow, hoping spencer won’t hear. but, of course—he does.

he stirs beside you, groggy and confused, his voice is warm and still heavy with sleep, yet you could hear the undeniable concern. “hey… are you okay?”

you curse yourself for waking him up, wiping away your tears quickly. “i’m fine,” you whisper, your voice cracking. “i didn’t mean to wake you, spence. go back to sleep, okay?”

he doesn’t listen. he never does when it comes to you. he sits up urgently, rubbing at his eyes as he glances over at you. even in the dim light of the crappy motel room lamp, you can see the worry on his face.

“you’re crying love,” he says softly, scooting closer to you. his hand intertwine with yours underneath the thick blanket. “what’s wrong? did the baby kick too hard? are you in pain?”

“no,” you cry, shaking your head. you hate this. you hate the fact that he’s awake and worried because of something so insignificant and small. “talk to me,” he presses gently, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “please.”

you take a hesitant breath, feeling ridiculous but knowing that he won’t let it go. “i’m…i’m craving a cheeseburger,” you whisper, shaking your head in embarrassment.

his head tilts, his brows pulling together in that familiar way, like he’s working out a word puzzle. “a cheeseburger?”

you groan and hide your face in your hands. “i know it’s stupid, spence. i just couldn’t stop thinking about it, and then i felt bad for wanting it, and now i feel even worse for waking you up, and—”

“hey, stop,” he says, his voice cutting through your panicked rambling. he leans over, gently pulling your hands away from your face.

his fingers are warm against your skin, his touch comforting you. “you didn’t wake me up, okay? and even if you did, i don’t care. i want to be here for you, okay? whatever you need.”

your chest tightens again, but this time it’s not from frustration. “it’s just the fact that you were so exhausted. i didn’t want to bother you over something so dumb—”

his eyes softened at your confession , and he shifts closer, his arm sliding around your waist as he pulls your body into his. “it’s not dumb,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your hairline.

“you’re growing a human inside of you. if your body wants a cheeseburger, then it’s not dumb, love. it’s important.”

you laugh quietly, a sound that turns into a sniffle. “you’re making it sound a lot more dramatic than it is.”

“i don’t think it’s dramatic at all,” he replies, pressing another kiss to your temple, then your cheek, and finally to your lips.

it’s a soft, reassuring kiss, full of all the tenderness he’s never been great at putting into words. “you’re not a bother. you could never be a bother. i love you.”

it’s hard to believe anyone could mean those words as much as he does, but spencer has this way of saying things that makes you believe in them—believe in him.

“i love you too, spence,” you whisper.

he smiles, a smile so sweet that it makes your heart ache. “good,” he says, brushing his nose against yours playfully. “now, let’s go get you that cheeseburger.”

you blink at him, surprised. “spence, you don’t have to do that. it’s the middle of the night—”

“i know,” he interrupts, already reaching for his jacket draped over the chair. “but i want to—and while we’re at it, we can get those milkshakes from the diner down the road you like.”

you sit up, watching him put on his shoes, his bedhead sticking out in every direction. the sight is almost enough to make you cry all over again, but this time for an entirely different reason.

as he grabs the keys and turns to you with a soft, unguarded grin, you realize there’s no use in arguing. spencer reid would move heaven and earth for you without a second thought—and he would do it with that same sleepy, loving smile on his face.

he reaches out his hand to help you up, and you take it, your fingers locking in with his.

together, you step out into the cool night air, yet you feel warm—the warmth of his love wrapped tightly around you.

𝖱𝖤𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖦𝖲 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖣 ૮₍ ˃ ��� ˂ ₎ა

© blairenqs 2025 do not repost, plagiarize, or translate.

✧ 𝑓. hi guys..😓 it’s been a while… anyways let’s forget i disappeared for a month and talk about how everybody is meeting mgg in toronto while i’m stuck in ugly miserable vancouver !!!! i’m so so jealous i could cry. also this is based off my pregnant cousin waking up one day and crying bc we didn’t have any food at home LOL

𓂃ㅤ 𝓉𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ୨୧ @ihatethecrowdsyouknowthat @lcvealwayss @viennasolace ♡ thank you so much for joining !

[shikaizer]

after having a heated argument with juju that led both of you in misunderstanding because your pride was too much, she decided to show how wrong you are by punishing you.

warning — slapping, agressive, SMUT

“didn’t you fucking hear!? im not!” you shouted at her glaring. juju kept her gaze at you brows furrowed. “im asking nicely, why the hell are you shouting?” juju frowned looking down at you and you rolled your eyes.

“because you keep asking me, i told you i didn’t sleep beside her, and if i did why do you care?” you spat and she raised her eyebrows scoffing.

“are you serious? you know how jealous i get when it comes to her!” you nodded sarcasticly biting your bottom lip. “and you know? im not even suppose to let you go to that fucking overnight.” juju added and you looked at the side somehow getting quiet, but you still wanted to push her.

“then you shouldn’t have, why are you using that as your ego?” you talked back and she smirked amused like you said something that will prove you wrong. “because you kept sulking at me throughout the day!” she shouted and pushed you by the shoulder and you gasped.

“bet she touched you last night” juju kept her dangerous stare at you scanning your face to see if what she said would trigger something in you, which she was quick to notice your reaction when you furrowed your eyebrows more lips apart.

“yeah? fucking knew it.” you scratched your head whining and she clicked her tounge shaking her head. “whats wrong with you! why do you keep falsely accusing me!” you shouted and she looked up sighing deeply.

“why are you getting so worked up? because its true right?” your lost at words, you rolled your eyes giving up, stomping your way to your bedroom, juju didn’t even try to stop you, just letting you stomp off.

but what you didn't know is shes already tailing you down, once your inside the room, she had yanked your hand towards her, then she pushed you down the bed roughly, it was so fast that you didn't have time to react.

"im talking to you am i not?" she asked looking down at you while you looked up at her frowning. "get out." your voice was low but it was enough to scare her, but she was also pissed.

she placed her hand on your jaw lightly grippin on them leaning down eyes never leaving yours. "your fucking forgetting whos in control here." she muttured and gritted your teeth. "i dont care."

she leaned back a little and scanned your whole face voice low. "you dont care?" she sat up and you stayed quiet. "once i get back here, i expect you to be naked." she commanded voice still firm. you didn't dare complain, you knew the tone she was giving and the way she was staring at you. your fucked at this moment.

she made her way to the walk in closet and you didn't waste your time on stripping all your clothes throwing them to the floor, you also removed your underwear afraid to make her more mad.

she came back with a strap in her hand and her in a sports bra, she kept her stare at you but you looked away.

"look at me" she walked over to you, then you turned your eyes to look at her, she gestured you to lie down tilting her head which you obeyed.

"why are you so fucking annoying huh?" she asked furrowing her brows and you shrugged, dumbahhh—

she slapped you across the face and she clenched her jaw. "im asking." she stated rasp in her voice.

"sorry ju—" you breathe out giving her those puppy eyes.

"nahh" she clicked her tounge shaking her head.

"you have been testing me." she fixed her position, getting on top of you, she placed your legs on either side of her hips. "i dont want to hear a fucking moan out your mouth, got it?"

"no ju you know i cant" you whined and juju gave you a shot glare that made you shut your self up.

"you know what happens if you disobey me." you slowly nodded and juju rolled her eyes, she buckled the belt on her hips, and then caressed the strap like it was her cock.

"gonna take this dick like the fucking brat you are." juju muttured while her focus was on her cock, but the words are surely directed at you.

"yes baby" you cooed and she scoffed looking at you. "dont go being sweet w'me now. you pushed all my buttons." you frowned and she started to rub your clit with the tip of her cock.

"im sorry" you whispered unsure if you should actually apologize, but you still spoke up anyway. "your sorry?" you nodded and she gave you a mocking smile.

"remember, no moans." juju repeated as a way to set aside your half assed apology.

she licked her bottom lip, focused on the way shes sliding inside you, she let out a breathy laugh returning her gaze at you.

"too bad, cant even moan huh? pathetic." she bashed you while your there gritting your teeth trying not to let out any sound.

she raised both her eyebrows and started to thrust deeply, you quickly arched your back cursing under you breath.

accidentally, you let out a moan that you have been trying to withstand, juju was quick to notice and she smacked your hips making you grunt.

"what did i fucking say?" she asked tone firm.

"why— why cant i fucking cum!" getting annoyed, you raised your voice at juju but she didn't react, oh you know this was much more worse than her getting mad right now.

she clenched her jaw and grasped your hips both hands, she lifted your hips up slightly and started pounding onto you relentlessly.

"o—oh fuck!" you mewled biting you bottom lip, eyes rolling behind your eyelids.

juju cursed under her breath and she starts to go faster, she pinched one of your tits and you moaned again, juju slapped your mouth and you whimpered.

"why do i always gotta repeat my self huh?" juju muttured and you sighed breathing out.

"please... gonna cum.." you called out and juju slowed down making you shot your stare at her, she slowly pulled out not even letting you reach your climax.

"what— why!?" you shouted and reached for your pussy to continue but juju quickly held your hands tightly. "behave." you scoffed and glared up at her. "thats not fucking fair!" you shouted again and she raised her eyebrows.

"oh yes you damn well do." she gave you an attitude and layed down beside you, securing you in her arms not caring at your whining.

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[yanoverload]

𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖! ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖

Th...The finest hu.....nhooman... in all of... in all of creat...creation...

As a literature girlie I had to do it ok.

….ℌ𝔲𝔤𝔬…? ??? 𝔶𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰? 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰? 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰? 𝔬𝔩𝔡 206 𝔠𝔪 (𝔬𝔯 6’7 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔱)

🥩 Being a butcher in Victorian times wasn't easy.

🥩 If you didn't hunt yourself, you would have to pay someone to do so.

🥩 Also showers don't exist, so any stains? Good luck!

🥩 How important it was though, that such people like you, knew how to store and cut the best pieces to display. 

🥩 Business wasn't doing stellar, however. 

🥩 Gang members started to raid the shops and demand tribute, "keeping the roads safe of robbers" they said.

🥩 More like a code to "give me money or I'll destroy your store."

🥩 No luck with cops either, they were always bribed to keep their mouths shut.

🥩 The common villagers started having money problems, those with lower income stopped buying at your butchery.

🥩 Those slobs were going to come try and snag more money this end of the month and you didn't have the money for it. 

🥩 Even though you didn't pray, someone high up must have heard yout woes.

🥩 Apparently the duke that took care of the state you lived was going to do a ball, and balls need food.

🥩 The dukedom asked for your best cuts. 

🥩 Not only that, but one day as you were rushing to pick said pieces for the party, a noble appeared in the shop.

🥩 You don't remember his name very well, but have seen high end academies praising his intellect.

🥩 Count Nornstein? No... Something with a F maybe. You are not deep into politics.

🥩 What you saw in your shop was instead a very frazzled, sleep deprived man that probably hasn't seen the sun in weeks.

🥩 Of course, you treated him with the utmost respect, no need to get in trouble with the bobbies. 

🥩 "I need some meat, and a pig's heart" he stated "the freshest you can give me. Name whatever price, it won't matter, I'll pay it."

🥩 More money quickly? Lady luck has blessed you. You rushed to give him what he wanted and he left.

🥩 Next day was when chaos began. It was a Thursday night, you were getting ready to separate the pieces the duke servant's would pick up in the morning

🥩 When you discover the inventory missing.

🥩 No no.... They weren't missing, you accidentally gave them to the noble, the count! Yes you remember now, this is a nightmare!

🥩 You don't want to imagine what could happen if you fail the duke, or even more, failed to pay the "rent".

🥩 With no other option, you tread towards the count's mansion. 

🥩 Maybe you could seduce a guard to let you in the kitchen? Tell them the meat was a spoiled one and you need to change it immediately?

🥩 Gasping for air you reach the mansion at the end of town, only to find it.... Empty. Maybe it's late and everyone is asleep already?

🥩 No time to think about the logistics or criminality, you find yourself soon jumping over the fence and peeking around the estate.

🥩 There is a trapdoor near the garden, almost at the forest that closes around the county.

🥩 Some smoke seems to emerge from it. It must be the kitchen! Or the storage room!

🥩 Surprisingly, it has no locks. 

🥩 Opening it, you find not a kitchen, nor a storage, but a study, how annoying.

🥩 A sound emerges from the darkness, a silhouette soon being shadowed by loads of books. 

🥩 You see one sole amber eye, watching you.

🥩 And you run. 

🥩 Shaky legs barely got you inside the foliage of the forest and you let out a sound that seemed like a cough, but could reminisce a sob.

🥩 "I can't hunt. How am I supposed to get quality deer meat in a few hours?"

🥩 Then a rustle. Some cracks. You see a deer, with it's beady eyes looking at your soul.

🥩 A hand grasps it at it’s neck, a wail leaves it for a millisecond, before...

CRACK!

🥩 It's neck is broken.

🥩 That same amber eye appears from the dark, a huge man holding the deer as if it was a small rabbit.

🥩 Time to accept death, you wonder briefly, before he.... Offers it to you?

🥩 ".....?" The man... Creature? Tilts his head to the side, and shakes the corpse of the poor deer towards you as if it's an obvious gesture.

🥩 Not wanting to anger him, you try to hoist the deer on your shoulders. It's heavy as hell. 

🥩 You look at the man again. His hands are bigger than your head.

🥩 He blinks. Then gives what seems like a really awkward smile.

🥩 "(⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)♡."

🥩 Who is this, does he think you are someone he knows?

🥩 What has your life come to?

[thealtoduck]

Howl - Being adopted by Jason Todd…

Jason Todd x Adopted!Son Reader

Batfamily x Male Reader

Warnings: Death, you become an orphan, kidnapping (you), the Mad Hatter being his usual very creepy self, child mental torture (also you) , Jason struggling to be a dad…

Summary: After a being rescued from the hands of Mad Hatter, you have no one to turn to except a stranger in a red hood…

(A/n: The ultimate ”guy/girl who’s going to be okay” song, I have no idea what the lyrics actually say but I’m right…)

——

Growing up in the East End your family had always struggled to get by. And after your mom passed away from illness things just got worse.

Because of your financial struggles your dad ended up in the hands of the Mad Hatter, working as a henchman. He knew it was wrong but wanted to do the best for you to be able to go to school and not go hungry and cold.

But after a while he couldn’t take the guilt of working for someone as evil as the Hatter and planned to quit… but someone wasn’t gonna let that happen.

The Mad Hatter was going to make an example of him, to those planning on leaving him. So he targeted you… On your way home from school he sent his henchmen to take you. Giving you a shot of one of his hypnotic serums to put you to sleep…

Once you woke up you were in a dark cold room, the room was filthy and painted to look like a wonderland. You then noticed you had been stripped and dressed in a onesie that looked like a mouse. You had been chained around the waist to the wall.

You tried to call for help but nothing…

Hours later the door opened and a unsetling voice could be heard ”Wakey wakey, little Dormouse”. Through the door came a creepy looking man in a top hat. You backed against the wall cold brick wall, praying that you could just fall back through it. ”Who are you?” you said trying to not let your voice tremble.

”Why I’m your dad’s boss… although he has been looking for a career change” the man turned back towards the door and waved his hand saying ”Bring him in”. Two men came in dragging your dad who was severly beaten up.

”Dad!” you screamed and try to run to your father but the chain around your waist wouldn’t let you. ”Y/n” your dad said weakly. The creepy man then said joyfully to your father ”See what happens when you leave wonderland, you ruin everybody else’s fun”.

You the realised who was standing in front of you… The Mad Hatter. You felt tears sting in your eyes. ”Please let us go” you begged. But the Mad Hatter only smiled at you and said ”But we’ll have so much fun you and I, we’ll have a tea party”.

He then turned his smile to a frown and said ”But as for your father… he’s not invited”. Then he smiled wickedly at you and said ”Off… with… his… head!”. The henchmen immediately started beating your dad mercilessly as you begged them to stop. Meanwhile the Mad Hatter just cackled loudly.

Soon your dad’s lifeless body layed on the floor infront of you. The Mad Hatter and his henchmen left without a word… not even sparing you a glance. You cried for hours, begging the Hatter wouldn’t comeback.

When what you could only assume was a day later had passed, you heard something outside the room. Loud noises. Voices. You shrunk into the corner as if to hide yourself, even though there was nothing to hide behind.

Maybe the Mad Hatter was coming to kill you now…

Then the door creaked open slowly making you cover your mouth to not make a noise. The door opened fully revealing a man, not the Mad Hatter… someone else.

He wore a Red Helmet but he seemed to have spotted you… And you could just hear him say quietly ”That fucking sicko”. He then spotted your dad’s body and walked slowly towards you. You raised a fist at him but he said in a calm tone ”Don’t worry, you’re safe now”.

He set you free from the chains and you ran over to your dad, his body was cold as ice, you knew there was no way to save him. You started weeping and the hooded figure knelt beside you putting a hand on your shoulder.

After letting you cry for as long as you needed, the man said ”We should go” and he guided you out of the room. You were shaking as he walked you out of the Hatter’s lair. You were met with Batman surrounded by all of his sidekicks who had captured the Hatter. You only now realized you had been saved by THE Red Hood.

”Red Hood, what took you so lo-” Batman started cutting himself off as he noticed you. Everyone was silent for a moment. Red Hood then said ”I’ll explain later but we need to get him to hospital to see he’s alright”. ”Right” Batman answered understandingly.

They took you to a hospital, where you were first checked over by doctors and then spent the night there. When you woke up you found that a ”Get well soon” balloon had been tied to the end of your bed.

Shortly after you were taken into foster care for a while, until a foster care worker asked you to come to her office. Inside was the foster care worker and a relatively young man, probably only in his mid-twenties. ”Y/n, please come in” the worker said.

You did as told and she said ”This is Mr Jason Todd”. The young man held out a hand for you to shake, which you did politely and confused. ”Mr Todd, would like to speak with you in private, If that’s alright?” she asked. You looked the man up and down suspiously but said ”Okay”. ”Good, I’ll be right outside if you need me” the worker said leaving the two of you alone.

”How are you doing, after everything?” Mr Todd asked. ”I’m… managing” you said a bit unsure. ”I wanted to come check on you, since… since I was the one who found you there” he explained.

”You’re the Red Hood?” you asked.

”Yeah” he answered softly. You didn’t ask any further questions about it.

”The world feels so empty now” you stated. Jason felt his heart break knowing what you meant ”I understand”. The two of you talked for a while before Jason said ”I would like to offer you something”.

You became quiet. ”Would you like to come live with me?” he said. You were caught off-guard first and only said ”… what”. He then proceeded to explain again, that he’d like to adopt you. You were unsure at first but looked him in the eyes, they had a kind warm depth to them. You trusted him.

”Yes. I would” you said.

——

It was weird living together at first. Jason didn’t want to cross any boundaries as if he was a ”replacement dad” and you were unsure how to act around your adopted father. You were both just not sure how you fit in to the others life.

But Jason would still do his best to spend time with you in different ways, helped you decorate your room, help you with your homework, cook together, take you to the arcade, etc…

Jason’s family was also very welcoming with you when you first visted the Wayne manor to meet them, obviously they’d have to tell you about being the bat-family.

There was also the slightly awkward yet funny moment of realising Damian was technically your uncle despite being around the same age as you.

But Damian would 100% pick up the cool protective uncle role for you and if ANYONE messes with you, there’s now a target on their back. He also now owns a t-shirt that says ”Favorite Uncle”.

They would start giving you some light combat training, mainly for self-defence but also incase you’d like to join the Bat-Family when you’re older.

You and Jason would also start your own family tradition of getting take out and watching movies together on friday nights. Sometimes inviting his family or his or your friends to join.

During one of those nights when the two of you had been up to 2 in morning watching a bunch of movies, Jason noticed you had gotten sleepy and said ”You should probably get to bed”. ”Yeah” you said yawning.

As you stood up and walked to your room you turned to Jason and said in a sleepy tone ”Goodnight Dad”. Jason froze on spot. He didn’t know if it was just because you were so tired but you had called him dad.

And he felt a warmness in his heart and said quietly ”Goodnight Son”.

[enhaflixer]

Sined sealed and undone is such a beautiful story! I loved it! It would be lovely if we could get some more snippets of their lives someday! Maybe about the pregnancy or when the baby is born???

First Trimester

Jay doesn’t know how to react at first. Not really. He’s not shocked—he’s prepared on paper. They talked about children. They were careful. But deep down? He always knew Mina was going to come early. And yet somehow it still knocks the breath out of him.

He doesn’t celebrate at first. He calculates. Sits up late reading medical journals and government maternity policies. Makes a spreadsheet of every hospital in a 100km radius. Sends your doctor a thank-you gift after every appointment.

You find him one night in his study, staring blankly at a half-done nursery mood board, his phone open to an article titled “Intergenerational Trauma and Pregnancy Outcomes.”

“Jay,” you say gently, stepping into the room. “You’re allowed to be excited, you know.”

He blinks at you like he forgot how to breathe. Then:

“I don’t want her to inherit anything broken.”

You kneel in front of him.

“She won’t. She’s getting the best of you.”

Then, softer:

“And the rest she’ll learn to survive. Like we did.”

He wraps his arms around you so tight you can barely breathe. But you don’t mind. He needs this more than you do.

Second Trimester

Jay gets weirdly charming during this time. Like, glowing. He stops answering calls after 6PM. Starts making dinner. Starts… humming while folding laundry???

You ask him one day, “Are you nesting?”

“I’m stabilizing our home environment,” he says, dead serious, as he alphabetizes the spice rack.

He talks to your belly every night, even before you can feel movement. His voice goes low, affectionate, incredibly gentle—like he’s already protecting Mina from the world.

“Hi, Baby,” he whispers against your stomach. “It’s Appa. Don’t worry about anything. I’ll handle it.”

You cry the first time you hear him say her name.

He panics and tries to call your OB.

You have to explain that these are happy tears.

Later, you find a leather-bound journal hidden in his drawer. Inside: handwritten letters to Mina. Every week. Every milestone. Every fear. Every dream.

Third Trimester

Jay is officially in full Dad Mode™. He speaks to your belly in boardroom Korean. You swear Mina kicks harder when he starts using his “negotiation voice.”

He buys three diaper bags. Tests the car seat installation seven times. Has every caregiver within his family vetted by a private firm.

But also? He’s scared. You catch it in quiet moments—when he watches you sleep with a crease between his brows. When he lingers at the hospital lobby longer than necessary.

“I don’t know if I can protect you both,” he admits one night, forehead pressed to your shoulder.

“You don’t have to,” you say softly. “You just have to love us.”

And he holds you tighter. Doesn’t say a word. But later that night, he changes your contact name in his phone from just your name… to My Family.

The Birth

Jay doesn’t cry. Not until they place Mina in your arms, all tiny fingers and sleepy squints and scrunched-up nose that definitely came from him.

Then he’s gone. Sobbing silently, shoulders shaking, forehead pressed to the edge of your hospital bed like he’s trying to keep himself from collapsing.

“She’s real,” he says. “She’s here.”

And you nod, exhausted, whispering, “She’s perfect.”

Jay kisses Mina’s forehead, then yours. His voice cracks when he says, “Thank you. For giving her to me.”

Postpartum / First Months

Jay doesn’t sleep. Not out of stress—he just can’t look away. He watches Mina breathe. He learns how to swaddle from six different sources and compares their efficiency. He insists on doing midnight feedings because “you carried her for nine months, I can carry her through a few nights.”

He works less. Holds more. Laughs more.

One night, Mina won’t stop crying no matter what either of you do. You’re both exhausted, on the edge. You find Jay in the living room with her on his chest, softly singing a lullaby his mother used to hum to him.

“Please sleep, Mina,” he whispers. “Appa needs to believe the world is good again.”

She finally settles.

And you know, in your bones, she already believes it is.

Because he’s here.

And he loves her.

And you.

More than anything.

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i feel like i never read abt patrick getting aftercare 😭 i feel like it's usually regulated to bottom art fics since he comes across as more in need of affirmation? but we all know pat is just as hungry for that shit, probably on an even deeper fear-rooted level. like i think he's usually a yapper and bounces right back but once in a while gets super quiet and it freaks artashi out. he makes me think of that daredevil tweet that's like "[patrick zweig] cries before and after sex but never during. during sex he has a fucking JOB to do"

yasss boy loves to be smacked around and degraded by the ppl he loves! boy has also been alone for 12 years! boy has mad abandonment issues! boy probably has sexual trauma from being on the road! in conclusion: boy needs to be squeezed and headscratched and loved on 🙏 artashi im beaming you a mission from god

ok sorry I wrote a 4k+ word fic (that got a bit dark) in response to this 😭 but let me ramble first:

I think about this a LOT (my throuple fic that I'm in the process of writing gets into this a little, and artashi will be giving him that aftercare 🙏) but yeah he has been SO lonely he needs to be hugged so bad but he would never say that.

i think safewords would be such an issue for him because he would be terrible at using them. or if they don't have specific safewords he's just bad at expressing when something is too much for him. Because he loves to be degraded and he's a masochist so he loves pain even when it hurts too much because it feels good... mostly. but when it gets to a point of not feeling good or he's just not in the mood for it that day, he refuses to say that

it's partially an ego thing, that he wouldn't want to admit that he couldn't take something but also i think it ties up with him needing to sleep with people for a place to stay and the weird power dynamics of that

Anyway I got struck with inspiration so here's the fic :)

art x tashi x patrick

cw: nsfw mdni, consent issues, rough sex, blood

***

1.

It had been a particularly rough session, like it often was. The way Patrick loved. Having them shoving him around, pushing him down, humiliating him, degrading him. It was working for him until it wasn't.

He was laid out on his back, Tashi was riding him as Art made out with her. They often did this, a punishment for him when he'd been annoying (on purpose). They'd fuck him but basically ignore him, only focusing on eachother. Like he was a toy for them to use however they liked. It was fucking hot.

Today though it made nausea swirl in his stomach.

Did they even want him here? What's to stop them doing this with any random guy off the street? What if they got bored of him, replaced him, and then he was on his own again?

He tries to shake it off because he's into this, and they don't always ignore him. They only do it when he's purposefully driven them to it, because he wants it.

He tries to grab at Tashi's waist even though he's not allowed. Neither of them look at him as Art pushes his hand off and Tashi brings a hand across his face, the sound of the slap echoing.

She does it a lot, it gets him off, except because she's not looking she hits slightly off, catching his nose with her wedding ring.

The pain radiates and he brings a hand up to his nose. Blood. Shit.

His dick twitches at first but then the pain gets worse, a deep aching. That combined with the fact that it was her wedding ring, identical to Art's. The wedding rings they have because they are married to eachother. That Patrick doesn't have because he's not part of that. Not connected to them in any meaningful way.

He feels wetness at the corner of his eyes, willing it away because it's fucking stupid. And Art and Tashi haven't finished yet so he's got to hold on. He can handle a bloody nose, he's not a pussy.

They haven't noticed so he doesn't say anything, trying to just focus on the feeling of Tashi warm and tight around him, of the sight of Art's back, his muscles flexing as he rubs at Tashi's clit.

He can almost cope but then because he's lying down, he feels the blood block his nose, starting to unpleasantly drip down the back of his throat. He's trying so hard to hold on, doesn't want it to end, doesn't want to look weak.

Suddenly the feeling of it at his throat is too much and he starts to cough, sitting up and spluttering.

"What the fuck," they both say in unison turning to him.

Then they take him in properly. He probably looks a mess, blood around his nose and now coming out of his mouth as he spits it out.

"What happened?" Art's asking, his eyebrows drawn together as a vaguely horrified look crosses his face.

"Was that me?" Tashi's sliding off him now, worry in her voice.

"We don't have to stop, it looks worse than it feels," he assures, even though it feels pretty fucking bad, "it's fine, I think you just clipped me in the nose with your ring."

He's smiling at them but they just look more concerned.

"Patrick, why didn't you use the safeword?" Tashi asks, more confused than angry.

They did have a safeword, even though Patrick didn't feel like he needed one. It was more for Art and Tashi than it was for him.

He'd suggested something tennis related but Tashi had vetoed saying it might be confusing in case they were just using that word normally, not in the safeword way.

Patrick had asked why the fuck Novak Djokovic would come up naturally during sex but Art had just agreed with Tashi.

They settled on bumblebee in the end, which felt a little ridiculous but he figured it didn't matter since he wouldn't be using it.

"I didn't use the safeword because I'm fine, a little blood isn't going to keep me down," his insistance is undermined somewhat by the way his voice sounds, so he coughs a little more to clear his throat.

Then he's having a coughing fit which just makes everything worse because his eyes are watering like crazy now. It might look like he's crying or something.

"Shit, Patrick," Art is scrambling over to tap him on the back, "are you okay?"

Once he stops coughing, he responds, "yes, let's get back to it."

"I don't think any of us want to carry on, you don't have to-" Art starts but Patrick interrupts.

"I'm not doing anything, I'm being serious, I think it's hot," he grins at them but it comes out strained, "I can be into blood."

"No one's asking you to be into it," Tashi tells him, an edge to her voice.

Art's rubbing his back and Tashi's staring at him intently, probably looking at the way his eyes are still damp.

"I know, I just mean I'm not crying over a slap or something," he feels the need to say, "I like it."

"No one would think you're a pussy for using the safeword," Tashi tells him, "we have one for a reason."

"Especially if you are literally choking on your own blood," Art jokes, before getting solemn, looking deeply at him, "Patrick, seriously, it's fucking scary."

"Alright, in the future I'll try to have less scary sex injuries," he teases.

"No, in the future you'll use the safeword," Tashi cuts in, tone stern

"Alright," he holds his hands up, smiling.

"I mean it, Patrick, it's not funny," her face is absent of anger, that's how he knows she's being earnest, "you've got to promise me you'll use it."

He doesn't say anything so she continues.

"I won't fuck you if you don't," she threatens.

"Sure," he nods, trying to keep some levity, and because he knows Tashi couldn't keep that promise. She can tell what he's thinking.

"Fine, I'll make him stop fucking you," she points to Art. Oh, she's serious.

He looks to Art who just shrugs.

"Fine, I promise to use the safeword," he sighs but looks Tashi in the eyes, hoping that she'll know he means it. She must because she nods at him satisfied.

"Oh thank god, I was really going to miss fucking you," Art whispers in his ear.

"Yeah?" Patrick smirks trying to lean in to Art but he bumps his nose sending a shock wave of pain, "shit."

"But we're definitely not doing that today," Art gives him a kiss on the shoulder instead.

Before Patrick can call him a killjoy he sees Tashi glaring at him, so he adjusts his answer, "yeah ok, no more fucking today."

"Good," Tashi stands up, "now I'm going to get you a towel, and you better hope none of that blood got on my sheets."

He smiles to himself. She's looking after him. It's very sweet.

As she heads to the bathroom, Art moves to sit in front of him, "you look crazy."

"Wish you'd been the one to do it?" He can't stop himself saying.

"Patrick," is all Art says, pleading, warning and exasperated all at once.

"I was joking," he tries but Art just sighs.

He reaches a hand to the corner of Patrick's eye, swiping with his thumb, he doesn't say anything more except, "I'm getting you a painkiller."

When they both come back they work together to clean him up, it's really not that much blood, and he spat most of it into his hands. Still, Tashi is precise in the way she dabs the towel at his face, avoiding pressing too hard or too close to his nose.

As Tashi rubs his hands, Art uses his forefinger under Patrick's chin to tilt his head up, putting two ibuprofen on his tongue. He even holds the glass of water to Patrick's mouth.

He swallows the pill, and Art rubs his back again, softly. Tashi keeps cleaning him, even when he knows the blood must be gone, inspecting his hands, holding his face to make sure it's all gone.

He thinks this might be the most they've touched him without fucking him. Well, since he'd 'moved in' at least. Might be the most anyone's touched him, non-sexually, in the past decade. He tries not to think about.

Doesn't want to ruin how nice this is. Maybe using a safeword wouldn't be so bad.

***

2.

Patrick hadn't been in the mood today, it was a rare occurrence but it happens. Art and Tashi clearly had been, so Patrick had gone along with it.

On the couch watching some bullshit home renovation show that Tashi put on when she wanted to pretend like they were actually going to watch TV. Patrick had observed the way they got closer, Art rubbing at Tashi's thigh as she kept directing his hand up further.

He liked watching them like this, it was still nice this time but he just couldn't find it in himself to get horny. They kept looking over at him and he felt the need to insert himself, joining in at Tashi's other side, kissing at her neck. He's sure it will come to him soon.

It doesn't, even as they all stumble into the bedroom, making out, getting each other undressed until they were all naked. Patrick lay out, enjoying watching them, being close to them, but he just wasn't horny.

He could just watch them fuck, he's done it before, but the fun of that is that Art and Tashi get to see how bad he wants them. How he can't have them. He'll sit watching, dick straining through his pants if he's tied up, or furiously jerking off if he's not.

But that only works if he's hard. They're not going to want him sitting there, flaccid and not interested in fucking them. He's no use to them like that. What's the point of him being in the room? He'll probably have to go sleep in the guest room while they fuck it out.

What's the point of him even being here at all, if he's not going to fuck them? Isn't that why they're letting him stay? Isn't that why anyone lets him stay?

"Patrick," Art snaps him out of his thoughts, "are you okay?"

"Yeah, just zoned out," he looks up at them.

"Right," Tashi says, slow.

Before they can think about it too much he pushes himself up to join again, make himself useful, prove why he's here. He grabs the back of Tashi's head pressing his lips to hers, letting Art come up behind him, his front against Patrick's back.

Tashi pushes at him, wanting him to turn to Art, meaning she wants them to kiss for her. He can work with that. He's not getting hard but he can work with it.

Tashi's at his back now, kissing his neck, he connects his and Art's lips, trying to make it good. He wonders how long he can get away with it.

"I want you to fuck me," he whispers to Art.

"How bad?" Art asks, but then, shit, he's reaching his hand down his body, "Patrick?"

"Yeah?" He pretends not to know what Art is asking.

"What's wrong?" Tashi rests her chin on his shoulder.

"He's not-" Art starts but Patrick stops him.

"That's why I said I wanted you to fuck me, don't need my dick for that," he tries to lean back in but Art pulls away. Patrick tries not to let it sting.

"I don't think he's going to want to fuck you if you're not into it," Tashi interjects.

"We can do doggy style, that way he'll never know," Patrick attempts but clearly it isn't funny to them, "I just mean, I'm sure little Patrick will perk up after some action."

"Don't fucking-" Art starts before adjusting himself, "if you're not in the mood it's okay."

"I'll get in the mood, or" he has an idea, slipping off the bed, getting on his knees, "I can blow you, let you use my mouth."

"Not the point Patrick," Tashi narrows her eyes.

"Don't worry I won't leave you out, you can sit on my face after," he grins at her.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Tashi's suddenly snapping, desperation tinging her words, "of course we don't want to fuck you when you're not into it, who do you think we are?"

"I know," he gets out, voice small.

"Then why are you so insistent?" Art cuts in.

"It's what I'm here for."

What I am for, in general. He wants to say.

"Is that what we're for?" Tashi raises an eyebrow at him.

"It's your house," is all he can think to say, but it's clearly wrong because both their faces drop.

"What and you're paying your way here with your body or something, is that what you think?" Tashi's angry, and all he can do is stay knelt, "we're your fucking pimps?"

"Well technically you'd be Johns, since you're the customers," he jokes.

Tashi just stands up and starts getting dressed silently, before walking out, closing the door behind her. Then he's just left kneeling, staring up at Art.

Art turns away, reaching for his clothes too. Patrick can't even move, just left naked and alone.

"Get up here," Art speaks, shaking Patrick out of his thoughts, "and put some clothes on."

He finally gets up, grabbing his boxers, pulling them on silently before taking a seat next to Art on the edge of the bed.

"I don't get it, since when would you sleep with someone, not for your own pleasure?"

"Are you calling me selfish?" Patrick smiles.

Art finally returns it, "yeah, I am."

Tashi comes back in, standing with her hands on her hips but she looks on edge, "Are you ready to be serious now?"

You came back. He doesn't say that.

She looks between them both, "why are you smiling?"

"Art was telling me how selfish I usually am," Patrick explains.

Tashi's lips twitch at that and she moves to sit on the bed with them, on Patrick's other side.

"That's why I'm confused, it's not like you to be like this," her voice goes softer, "you really think we're that awful?"

"It's not a big deal okay, it's not about you," he just wants to move on.

"Do you actually think we'd kick you out for not fucking us?" Art looks nervous, fiddling with his fingers.

"I don't know," Patrick does know, but he's not going to say. Not going tell Art he's scared of being alone again, "it happens."

"What do you mean?" Art asks.

Patrick groans, falling back and throwing an arm over his face, "nothing."

It makes him feel like a child.

"Patrick, you know when I saw you at the hotel with that woman, how often do you do that?" Tashi pushes not letting him off, and shit, she's too smart.

"What woman?" Art questions.

"Don't be jealous," Patrick interjects but they both ignore him.

"He was using a date to find a place to sleep," Tashi answers and Patrick peeks out from under his arm to see his reaction. Art actually grimaces.

Ugh.

"So what? Sorry I can't afford fancy fucking hotels every week," his skins itches with the feeling of their eyes on him, "you can't be mad at me for sleeping around, it's none of your business."

They were married to eachother, and they're mad at him for sleeping with a few (many) random people? It's not fair.

"I'm not mad, I'm concerned," Art tries to stroke his thigh, probably in comfort, but it makes him feel worse.

"Fucking prudes," he mutters to himself, "you expected me to celibate for a decade? Me?"

"Did you ever do this with them? Having sex when you weren't hard?" Tashi won't let up and he hates how she's picking him apart.

"Well if I'm on a date with a complete stranger and asking to go back to their place, it's kind of expected, I can't just not have sex with them" he says trying to prove how ridiculous it would be but they just look more worried, "most of the time I was into it, I like to fuck," he shrugs.

"But not all the time?" Art presses.

"I guess, but it's not like I could just be like oh sorry I don't want to have sex right now but can you just let me stay in your house anyway?" He laughs but it's a hollow fake thing.

It really wasn't often but sometimes when he'd been staying at someone's for a few nights, and he was tired from a match he wouldn't really want to have sex that night. Or when someone didn't look like their picture. Or when they were into something that he wasn't. Or he was into it but didn't particularly trust the person.

Sometimes he would leave, just sleep in his car instead or find another date if it wasn't too late. But other times he really needed a place and it felt worth it, it's not like he was being forced or anything. There just weren't that many options.

"Patrick you have to know that's kind of fucked," Art is moving the arm off his face, trying to look him in the eyes.

"I don't want to talk about it," he can't get into it now, not with their faces looking like that.

Art tries to say something else but Tashi saves him, "we can stop for tonight."

He knows they'll have to talk about it another time but he's grateful she's finally letting him off the hook.

"But you can't do that with us, ever again," she continues, sharp and serious, "we're not random strangers from a fucking dating app. You have to tell us if you're not in the mood."

"I know," he replies, looking at the ceiling.

"We're not going to kick you out for not having a boner," Art says it so sincerely that it makes Patrick laugh.

Art glares at him.

"I believe you, man, it's just the way you worded it," Patrick holds his hands up in surrender, Art smiles, and he thinks even Tashi does a little.

"Alright, let's just go to sleep," Art taps his leg.

They let him sleep in their bed that night, the first time he's been allowed to do that outside from when they pass out there after sex.

It's nice. Really nice.

***

3.

This time had been great. He'd been in the mood. Really in the mood. Grabbing at Tashi and Art desperately, touching himself even when they told him not to. He knew how to get what he wanted.

Laid out on his back with his hands above his head tied to the bed post. Art was fucking into him, tight grip on his thighs, and Tashi was riding his face.

It was perfect, he couldn't move, all his senses completely overtaken by them both. They'd teased him, got him close to the edge a few times but not let him over, he couldn't see but he could feel his dick straining, probably bright pink and leaking.

He could barely breathe as Tashi used his mouth to get off, grinding against his face until she was shaking with her orgasm. She slides off him and he takes in a deep breath.

Now his mouth is free he's immediately asking, "touch me?"

"You're so impatient," she's out of breath too.

"Art?" He's pleading with his eyes.

"Don't go running to him for help," she grabs his face turning it to her, "you never fucking learn."

God it's getting him off, his brain fuzzy, not working right, "can't think."

"Can't do anything right," she spits at him.

He wants to remind her he just got her off but he's too desperate, just wants somebody to touch him.

"Sorry," he gets out, moaning as Art thrusts into him somehow faster.

Tashi's smirks, like she always does when he's too fucked out to fight back anymore. When she's won.

He fucking loves it.

She takes mercy on him, "guess I can forgive you, not your fault you get so stupid on his dick. Not your fault you're such a slut for it."

He's whining, trying not to beg.

Tashi knows what he wants, she turns to Art, "what do you think, baby? Has he earned it?"

Patrick squeezes around Art making him moan, "fuck. So tight."

"Art." Tashi scolds.

"Yeah, yeah he's earned it," he rambles out.

Patrick looks up at Tashi, begging with his eyes, she's in a good mood today so she nods in agreement.

"Alright, you've earned it," she moves her hand on his face, prying his mouth open with her fingers, "but you haven't been good, this is still a punishment, so I want you choking around my fingers, okay?"

Patrick nods the best he can with her hand in his mouth like that. She does this more often now, warning him before she does something.

Then she's shoving her fingers in, without hesitation to the back of his throat. He gags around them and it makes Art fuck him harder.

"That's right," she smirks at him, then addresses Art, "only touch him when you're about to come."

It turns out that's pretty soon because Art's hips are stuttering and he's reaching for Patrick's dick. He's so close too, with Art stretching him, the ache in his arms, and the burn of the restraints on his wrists. The way Tashi is relentless with her fingers, basically fucking his mouth.

It doesn't take much more, the feeling of Art's cum spilling inside him and a few clumsy strokes pushes him over the edge.

As he finishes his hips jerk up and he instinctively takes Tashi's fingers deeper, cutting off his breathing for a moment.

When Art pulls out, and Tashi removes her hand he feels dizzy, on a different plane of existence.

He thinks they're asking him something but he can't hear, just lays there breathing.

Suddenly feeling awash with dread for some reason.

"Was I good?" He says, but it gets caught in his throat. Not sure anything actually came out.

He's vaguely aware of one of them untying his wrists, and he finally relaxes his arms at his side.

"Patrick," Art's shaking him by the shoulder, and he's finally able to hear again.

"Sorry, my ears were ringing," he gives a weak smile.

He doesn't want to get up but he knows it's time for him to go to the guest room. Tashi's mom is coming over early in the morning which means he can't sleep in their bed.

"I'll just clean up in your bathroom then go to bed," he mumbles out, on autopilot.

He gets up, aching all over. Aware of them watching him.

Was I good? Echos in his head but he keeps his mouth shut.

After cleaning the cum off himself he leaves their en suite, ready to walk past them silently to go to the guest room.

Tashi's standing there, "get in the bed," she orders.

He crawls in reluctantly, knowing it's only going to make it harder when he has to leave,"I can't fall asleep here remember, your mom's coming over early."

He's got Art on one side of him as Tashi slips in on his other side, "we'll just wake up early, she won't come to the bedroom anyway."

"You can sleep in though," Art chimes in, "you must be tired."

"Not too much," Tashi adds, pausing, "but yeah, sleep in a little."

"I can sleep here?" He still sounds out of it, half wondering if he's not hearing correctly.

"You've done it before," Tashi chuckles, all warm and soft.

"I know," he breathes out, "but never when other people will be here."

Tashi just hums, stroking his bicep, "how do your arms feel?"

"They ache a bit," he says carefully, she doesn't normally ask about that.

Art's touching him too, inspecting where the restraints had been, "and your wrists?"

"Sore, I guess," he answers.

Tashi keeps stroking him, and Art is kissing at the red marks on his wrist.

"Was I good?" Spills out of Patrick finally, and actually audible this time.

Art's face crumples a bit, but he regains composure, "yeah, you were good."

"Really, good," Tashi adds, kissing his shoulder, "so good for us, right Art?"

"The best," Art's pulling him in, cuddling him as Tashi presses up behind him.

If he had asked why they were being so nice to him Art and Tashi would've said something like this: because after you finished you went basically unresponsive, and didn't reply when we asked if you were ok. Then when you finally did, you got up like a fucking zombie, walking to the bathroom with this horrible look on your face. Felt like you needed to be treated gentle. Even if you'd never say that.

He doesn't ask though, doesn't say anything else, just lets them kiss at him, telling him that he did a good job.

Art pushes himself further up the mattress so that Patrick can fall asleep tucked into his neck, and he can kiss the top of Patrick's head. Tashi spoons him from behind, an arm draped over him.

He falls asleep pressed between them, they hold him tight, covering every part of him, squeezing out the last drops of loneliness.

***

an: not proofread but will probably be cross posting to ao3 soon, thank you for reading :) (more Patrick being treated nice in other fics, i promise 🙏)

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

a shopping mall. l Joel Miller

Summary: after the loss you tried to rebuild your life together

Warnings: fluff; Joel and Reader are anxious but keep trying; Ellie is embarrassed; childbirth; emotional concerns; remembering loss; some hope

A/N: you know what? I like this story. writing these chapters gives me a lot of comfort and pleasure. I know I've been mean to them lately, but I'm trying to fix that. I'm happy when I have the opportunity to read your opinions, it gives me strength and support. thank you for being here and reading.

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

short stories from life. [masterlist]

It was like walking on thin ice together. Slowly, carefully taking steps to avoid cracks and get to the other side as quickly and safely as possible. The icy water could kill you, and if one of you fell in, it was certain that the other would do everything to save him, and then he would go down.

That's how it was with you and Joel for the next few days. Or at least that's how you both saw it and felt it.

Everything happened slowly - small gestures, conversation, allowing yourself to feel. You, in moments when darkness consumes your mind, prefer to withdraw, isolate yourself from others. Now you were overcoming your fears.

And Joel saw how you fought it every time you approached him and told him that this day was not one of your best. You also allowed him to do what he did best, take care of you, without irritation or saying "I'll manage on my own." Because you were no longer alone.

Joel tried too. He had never been familiar with emotions, and now they were overwhelming him from every side. And there was you, he wanted to be able to support you and help you, so he came out of his safe cocoon every time you sat next to him and talked. He also held back not to wrap you in the protective blanket of his concern. And that was really hard.

This time was really fruitful for you. Soon he heard your laughter, quiet and really sincere. He felt your embrace, even when in his sleep you were the one who was snuggling up to his back, kissing him lightly.

You both knew that what you were building this time was really strong, and you both wanted it.

"Damn, that's embarrassing."

Dina looked in the direction Ellie was pointing and giggled. "I think it's really cute."

Ellie frowned and looked at her friend. "Do you think Joel is cute?"

Dina rolled her eyes and shoved a few fries in her mouth. It wasn't until she swallowed that she decided to speak. "They're cute together." She explained, watching you and Joel dance across the room. "Think about it. We all have our own backgrounds, and they're just enjoying each other's company. Maybe they're a little embarrassing..." At that moment, Joel spun you around a few times, when he wanted to he could be a really good dancer. "But that's cute."

Ellie snorted and shook her head. She had a feeling Dina might have been right, and she was actually glad to see you at the Tipsy Bison dance. Things were going really well between you both, and Ellie breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment, a really short one, she was afraid that what happened would be the end of you, and she didn't want that. Joel could be grumpy, and you could be a bit bossy sometimes, but she knew that you both cared and truly loved her.

She often thought back to one night, when your eyes were so sad and glassy, you looked at her and said quietly "I really love you, Ellie... You're perfect just the way you are.", and Ellie really felt it.

"Naaah!" she sighed, taking a couple of fries from Dina and stuffing them into her mouth "I still think they're embarrassing."

Dina burst out laughing.

You plopped down on a chair at the bar, wishing you could just grab a cold drink. Joel had disappeared with Tommy for a moment, and you were trying to catch your breath. It was a warm and pleasant evening, and you were really glad that Joel had suggested you come here.

"We're bumping into each other again!" a nice male voice rang out to your left, and someone sat down in the empty chair.

"Oh! Hi, Elliot." You greeted the man, smiling, "I didn't know you'd be here."

"It's a nice evening, why would I be home alone." he replied, "Can I get you a drink? Don't make me beg."

You glanced toward the entrance, but Joel was still talking to Tommy, so you figured you could use Elliot's company. You'd met a few days earlier when he'd shown up in Jackson, and you'd bumped into each other at the store.

"Shane said you two went on patrol together."

"Mhm." you nodded, taking a sip of your cold drink "And you? Would you like to take part in this too?"

"And could I be your partner?" he asked, winking at you and chuckling "Just kidding!" he added, seeing that he had caught you off guard "But I'd gladly take some advice from you, to be honest. You've been in Jackson much longer than I have and people know you, respect you..."

"Thank you." you felt warmth creep up your neck "You'd have to talk to Tommy about it, I'm not the one making decisions."

"Sure! I'll talk to him. Or maybe you'd like to..."

You felt someone wrap their arms around your waist tightly, and then familiar lips brushed your temple. "Sorry it took so long."

"Don't worry. I ordered you a beer." you replied, smiling at Joel "And this is Elliot."

The man greeted Joel, who responded pleasantly, but you clearly felt his hand find yours and your fingers intertwined tightly. You all talked for a while longer, about patrols, about life in Jackson, until Elliot finally said goodbye and disappeared among the people.

"What?" you asked, feeling Joel's gaze on you.

He shrugged. "I don't know. You tell me."

You finished your drink and rested your chin on your hand. Brown eyes stared at you, slightly shining from the beer Joel had drunk. "I won't believe you if you say you're jealous." you said finally.

He shook his head, smiling broadly. "I'm not, darling. I know perfectly well that you're only mine, but..." he sighed deeply "I feel a little sorry for guys who think they have a chance."

You patted him on the shoulder, bursting into laughter. "Really? Where are you so sure of that, Miller?"

He leaned in as if to whisper something in your ear. His voice was low and made your body shiver pleasantly. "I just know it, darling." Warm lips brushed your ear, and then he pecked you on the lips. "Come on! Let's go home. Ellie told me we're embarrassing her. Our mission accomplished.”

As soon as she opened her eyes she could feel that something was wrong. But it wasn't until she got out of bed and took the first few steps that she felt it. Something strange unexpectedly ran down her legs and onto the floor.

"Shane!" Ann moaned loudly, looking at the wet spot beneath her. "Shane! Fuck, come here!"

The bathroom door opened and the man stepped out nonchalantly, still brushing his teeth. "Whaaa?" he asked.

"I think I'm in labor." Ann grabbed her stomach as if that would stop everything and looked at her husband with a mixture of fear and excitement.

"Yeah, right... Fuck!"

He wondered the whole way from the stables to the house how he should tell you about that. Should he even tell you? Sooner or later you'd find out anyway. The door creaked quietly as he entered the house. The sun was streaming into the kitchen where you were preparing breakfast.

Joel looked at you for a moment. He liked moments like this and wanted to record them in his memory for as long as possible. You read on the couch, you sleep in your bed, you laugh with Ellie, you cuddle up to him... Many moments with you were already recorded in his head, good and bad, happy and sad. He wanted to remember everything.

"You're staring again." You glanced at him over your shoulder, smiling.

Joel entered the kitchen and cleared his throat. "Shane took Ann to the clinic today. She went into labor this morning."

You turned around abruptly and looked at him with wide eyes. "And?" you whispered.

"She gave birth two hours ago. Tommy told me." Joel replied. "Shane won't be going on patrol for a while and..."

"Boy or girl?" you interrupted him quickly.

Joel frowned, surprised by the question. "A boy."

"I knew it!" you were excited, you pressed your hands to your lips, and your eyes sparkled like stars. Joel smiled at the sight, and then he hugged you when you suddenly threw your arms around his neck "Oh, I had a feeling it would happen soon! I'm so happy."

Joel stroked your back and smiled to himself. Only when you pulled away did he notice that you suddenly frowned.

"Is everything okay, honey?" he asked with concern. He noticed how you bit your lip, clearly worried about something.

Finally, you folded your arms over your chest. "I didn't have time to prepare anything for the baby..." you sighed "I wanted to give them something, but so much has been going on lately and.."

"No problem. I can go with you to that old mall. They should have a kids store there, maybe you can find something."

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want you to have to change your plans especially for me."

He walked over to you, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you closer to him. “And who would I change my plans for if not for you, huh? Besides, you lost your partner on patrol for a while. Let me join you.”

You chuckled. "Oh, I don't know what my boyfriend will think about this. He can be a little jealous."

"So we won't tell him anything." Before you knew it, he kissed your neck. "It'll be our secret and..."

"Ugh! Disgusting! Do you really have to do this here? Before breakfast?" Ellie groaned as she entered the kitchen and sat down at the table.

Joel rolled his eyes and looked at the girl. "We were alone before you came."

"And you're not anymore, so please keep your hands to yourself."

The mall had been abandoned for many years. Many things had been taken and used, both by the residents of Jackson and by other people trying to survive. Your footsteps echoed quietly as you and Joel headed towards the baby store. You passed under the half-lowered blinds and entered.

"Don't spend all your money, honey." Joel mumbled, looking around the interior, which still had a lot of assortment. He walked between the dusty shelves, still keeping an eye on you as you looked through the drawers.

You soon found some necessary things - a few pacifiers, a baby blanket, a few clothes. You put all of that in your bag. It was only then that you noticed something that caught your eye. The smallest onesies you had ever seen in your life. You hesitantly touched the material decorated with colorful dots.

"You okay?"

Joel stood right behind you, looking at you with a mixture of worry and confusion, he didn't know what to expect.

"Did you know that babies could be so small?" you asked, taking the onesies in your hands and looking at them closer.

He was silent for a moment, but finally spoke. "When Sarah was born, she practically fit in the palm of my hand. I'm sure Ellie was the same."

"I'm sorry... I didn't think that you... I'm sorry, Joel."

"You don't have to. I almost forgot about it." he replied, kissing your head. "Did you find everything?"

You looked around the inside and stuffed the onesies into your already full bag. "Yeah, I guess so. I think Ann prepared well enough anyway. I wouldn't want to come to her empty-handed though."

"She'll definitely be happy when you come anyway. Let's go back, honey."

He was a little scared about all of this, but he hoped you were in a different place now. You had only met up with Ann a few weeks after what had happened, and she had been really stressed out then. You were her friend, and she was afraid of hurting you or bringing up painful memories. Joel was sure she and Shane had talked about the both of you, but he didn't hold it against them. They were both your friends, and they cared about you.

It was surprising though that your loss had reached so many people around you.

Joel felt your hand in his and glanced at you as you fell into step with him.

"Thank you for bringing me here." You said, the corners of your lips turning up. "I've missed doing this with you."

"Me too, baby. Me too."

He leaned down and pecked your soft lips. You were on the right track.

☆☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

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[cosmosluckycharms]

Bug like angel incorrect quotes yet again

miguel version

honestly could also be read as non bug like angel idk

Kidnapper: We have your daughter

miguel: I don’t have a daughter?

Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off her sandwich?

miguel: Oh god, you have spider!reader

spider!reader: This is miguel, he's… not my assistant, some other word.

miguel: I’m her carer.

spider!reader: Yeah, my carer. he cares so I don’t have to.

spider!reader, trying her first ever cup of coffee: I am ENERGY!

miguel, an avid coffee drinker, on his twelfth cup of the day: Someone slap me awake or I am literally going to fall into a coma in ten seconds.

miguel: spider!reader, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason.

spider!reader, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than her size: Spooky.

spider!reader, very tired: Can I sleep in your bed?

miguel: *half asleep* spider!reader, this is a queen-sized bed. That means it’s for *gestures vaguely to himself* the Queen.

spider!reader: School sucks.

miguel: I know, but you have to do it so you can get a job.

spider!reader: What are jobs like?

miguel: They suck.

spider!reader: Holy shit, miguel, do you know what this means?!

miguel: Kid, whenever you start doing this, nobody knows what you mean.

miguel: Are you ever going to listen to me?

spider!reader: Yes. Absolutely.

miguel: When?

spider!reader: When you're right.

miguel: Why are you like this??

spider!reader: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

spider!reader: You believe me?

miguel: spider!reader, you’re the last good person on this planet. I‘d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.

miguel: What are you doing here?

spider!reader: I could ask you the same question.

miguel: I live here. This is my house.

spider!reader: I should probably ask you a different question.

miguel: I'm going the fight the next person who insults spider!reader.

spider!reader: I hate myself.

miguel: Alright, square up.

spider!reader: Bitch.

miguel: Blocked.

spider!reader: Wait unblock me I need to tell you something.

miguel: Unblocked.

spider!reader: Bitch.

miguel: I can never give spider!reader shit because I’m jealous of them. They look at their life and say, “Sweet! This is perfect!”

miguel: I look at my life and say, “Welp. Time to get drunk.”

spider!reader: I want a trip down memory lane.

miguel: *proceeds to grab every warrior cats book they have and sets them in spider!reader's lap*

miguel: I heard you needed these?

spider!reader: YES! ALL OF THEM!

miguel: In the past year you have managed to piss off the LAPD, ATF, CIA, FBI-

spider!reader: NBA.

miguel: …?

spider!reader: Snuck into a Cliffords game.

spider!reader: I got grounded for a whole week just because I came home late.

miguel: Well, you deserved it. I mean, getting everyone's hopes up like that and then showing up again.

miguel: You’re alive.

spider!reader: No need to sound so disappointed.

spider!reader: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt?

miguel: Why are you eating dirt?

spider!reader: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.

miguel: spider!reader, no.

spider!reader: spider!reader, yes.

spider!reader: Here comes the lightning!

spider!reader, whispering: You've got to imagine it coming out my fingertips, wherein I am an almighty wizard.

miguel: Ok, currently imagining that. Hmm, not bad. Not bad at all.

spider!reader: Am I in trouble?

miguel: Take a guess.

spider!reader: No? miguel:

Take another guess.

spider!reader: So what’s for dinner?

miguel: I can’t tell you, it’s a soup-prise!

spider!reader: …

spider!reader: Is it soup?

miguel: I soup-pose it could be! *winks*

spider!reader: Please, enough with the soup puns!

miguel: Wow, you’re soup-per mean.

spider!reader: STOP! *one hour later*

spider!reader: It’s fucking tacos?!?!?!

miguel: spider!reader, are you drinking… drinking hydrogen peroxide?!

spider!reader: It says H2O2! That means it’s the sequel to water!

miguel: spider!reader, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor.

spider!reader Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound?

miguel: *Turns on the kitchen light*

spider!reader: *Sitting at the table, eating bread*

miguel: It’s four in the morning.

spider!reader: Turn the light back off.

spider!reader: I’m the smartest, wisest person in this group.

miguel: Really? Then why is your hand stuck in a vending machine?

spider!reader: I paid for my Mars Bar, I’m getting my Mars Bar.

spider!reader: *is throwing stones at miguel's window*

miguel: You have a phone for a reason, spider!reader!

*THUD*

miguel: DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW?!

miguel: *very seriously* You need to stop doing weird things to cope with the stress. Going outside might help.

spider!reader: I went to the park today.

miguel: There you go! I hope you got something from that.

spider!reader: *opening their coat* This duck.

pt 1 cause theres gonna be more i js ran out of image space

[berberriescorner]

“Weight of the World”

Characters: Husband!Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: A restless night brings old fears to the surface, but Rio won’t let you face them alone.

Warnings: Mentions of past emotional trauma, self-doubt, and nightmares; themes of vulnerability and reassurance; soft but firm Rio.

A/N: My babies I finally got a sprinkle of inspo. and wrote a little somethin’. I've been super stressed lately and channeled that into this lil fic. Hopefully I still got it like that and y’all enjoy it🫶🏾. Also had a little Atwater inspiration so be on the lookout for that as well.

Word Count: 900+.

“One minute, I’m sleeping good, rolling over to reposition, and grab a handful ass. Only to wind up gripping some damn sheets. What you doin’, mama?”

Your eyes remain focused on a steaming hot mug of tea as you release a sigh.

“Mama,” Rio rasps, swaggering toward you. His knuckles feather your jaw, before slipping under your chin. He angles your head toward him, forcing your eyes to lock. “You had another nightmare, didn't you?”

You tug away, focusing your vision elsewhere.

“Hey, mm-mm. Look at me.”

Out of habit, you submit and exhale, “It’s fine, Rio. I just want to stay up long enough that it won't resume once my eyes shut. Go back to sleep, papa.”

“When did I become a fuck boy?”

You look at him incredulously. Your eyes narrow to slits as you rear back offensively. “What are you on about? Who said you were a fuck boy?”

“You expect me to just leave you down here to get at your demons alone? If so, then that's what you must take me for.”

“Christopher, that's not at all what I'm trying to say. You got shit to do in the morning-.”

“And you don't? Being a mom ain't a full-time job, sweetheart?”

“For the love of all things holy! Why are we going back and forth over a damn nightmare?”

“Cause I done told your ass to stop suffering through shit alone. Look, I'm not trying to argue. Could you just stop trying to take on everything by yourself? You exhaust all avenues before asking for help. I'm not with that shit, darlin’. You stay on my ass about opening up. Give me the same courtesy.”

If it's one thing your husband knows how to do. It's checking and setting you straight.

Abandoning your coffee mug, you cross your arms, staring down at your lap. The silence stretches for a few moments. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I just don't want to be a burden.”

Rio sucks in a breath, giving his head a firm shake. He takes a seat next to you on the couch. “How we feeling right now? Do you want space? Of course when I say space— I'm referring to the other end of the couch,” he says with a straight face. “Can I touch you?”

You sniffle, wiping at the tear that skates down your cheek. “Of course, you can touch me. Thank you for asking though. Consent is sexy,” you joke trying to lighten the mood.

Rio responds with a lopsided grin, “There’s my girl. Come here, baby,” he rasps, pulling you into his lap. Your head tucks into his neck out of habit as he rocks you.

“I don't know how many times I’m going to have to tell you this, love. I'll say it until I'm blue in the face. You have never been, nor will you ever be a burden. I'm not upset that you keep thinking this way. Your brain is just being mean to you. That's how you were raised, and what you've been told from the ones who were supposed to love and protect you most.”

Rio’s lips ghost over your forehead, stopping to pepper kisses across your hairline.

“Not only did they break you down, but they had you believing you weren't worthy of love. Which led you to search for it in people who knew and took advantage of that. They broke what little trust you had left in the world.

Rio’s fingers slide up and down your spine in slow, soothing strokes, his warmth seeping into you. “But that shit stops here, mama. You hear me?” His voice drops lower, a raw edge scraping against the tenderness of his words. “You ain’t gotta search no more. You ain’t gotta prove shit to me. You already got me.”

Your breath hitches, and you burrow deeper into his lap and chest. “I know,” you murmur, voice small.

“Nah, I don’t think you do,” he counters softly, his fingers tilting your chin up again so you can’t look away. “If you did, you wouldn’t be sittin’ here feelin’ like you gotta carry the weight alone.”

You blink up at him, feeling exposed in a way that makes your throat tighten. But Rio doesn’t push. He just waits, patient in a way only he can be with you. And when the words finally slip past your lips, they’re barely above a whisper. “It’s just… sometimes I feel like if I don’t handle it myself, then I don’t deserve help. Like I gotta earn it.”

Rio exhales sharply, his grip tightening around you like he’s trying to physically hold together the pieces of you that someone else shattered. “That’s bullshit,” he says plainly, his forehead pressing against yours. “Love ain’t about earning, baby. It’s about givin’ and takin’—without keepin’ score.”

A fresh wave of emotion crashes into you, but before it can pull you under, Rio’s hands are there, grounding you. He tugs you in closer, his lips finding your temple. “Let me love you the way you deserve, yeah?” he murmurs against your skin.

You nod, eyes squeezing shut. “Okay,” you whisper.

He pulls back just enough to search your face, thumb swiping away the dampness on your cheek. “Okay,” he echoes, pressing one last kiss to your forehead. “Now, you wanna sit here for a bit? Or you comin’ back to bed with me?”

You sniffle, nuzzling into his chest. “Bed,” you admit.

“That’s what I thought,” he says smugly, standing up with you still wrapped around him. “See? Gettin’ better already.”

You huff a small laugh against his throat. “You always gotta have the last word, huh?”

“Always,” he confirms, carrying you back upstairs like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

I know this was random as hell, but I just wanted to write some fluffy Rio cuddles😩😍. Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated.

Tagging some lovelies💜:

@darqchilddaydreamz @astoldbychae @percosim @ravennaortiz @unapolageticallyb @amorestevens @abcdestinyyyy @jannavaire @novaniskye @nobodygetsza @bisexuallyattractivebitch @1andonlytashae @rio-reid-whoreee @lovedlover @sunshine-flower @realhotgurlshit @thebumbqueen @blowmymbackout @tashawar @captainwithoutmakingitlove @theegoddessofmelanin @beachyserasims @tbmotw @wroteitbutneverwatchedit @onherereading @undevidedattentionsblog @starrynite7114

[gulicore]

۶ৎ bf!2hollis headcanons [sfw & nsfw]

AN: this is hella corny but oh well!

SFW

- he’s the person who would fall for someone he already knows for some time.

- that’s how after some months of knowing you, he finally confessed his feelings towards you , after making sure you have feeling for him too, and you started dating.

- at first, he soft launches your relationship with an instagram story of you hugging him, covering your face with your hand.

- but as time passes, you start feeling more comfortable with showing your face to his fans.

- he absolutely loves taking you on small, intimate dates—nothing too flashy, just the kind that feels warm and effortless.

- whether it’s catching a late-night movie with his arm draped lazily over your shoulders or singing (and sometimes shouting) his favorite songs at a tiny karaoke bar.

- at shows or public events, he always keeps you close, an arm draped casually but protectively around your waist.

- If someone tries to flirt or get too close, he just pulls you even closer, kissing the top of your head to make it clear who owns his heart.

- on those rare, quiet nights when it’s just you two in the dark, he lets his guard down completely.

- talking about his dreams, the places he wants to take you, the life he wants to build together, and how he never thought he could love someone this much.

- He pulls you close, promising that no matter where his career goes, you’ll always come first.

- he loves playing video games with you. he has a secret a minecraft world dedicated to you.

- when he’s on tour and can’t sleep, he calls just to hear your voice. sometimes he doesn’t even say much—just listens to your breathing or your sleepy murmurs.

- sometimes he just drives with you beside him, windows down, city lights flashing by, and his favorite tracks playing low.

- he loves how your laughter fills the car and how the city feels like it belongs just to the two of you.

- most of his songs are about you, though he doesn’t admit it sometimes.

- It’s almost second nature by now, every melody, every lyric seems to find its way back to you. you’re his muse.

- he would never cheat on you, he’s not the cheater type anyway. he never looks at other girls, he only has eyes for you.

- he absolutely loves spoiling you. honestly, it’s one of his favorite things to do.

- whether it’s a random tuesday or a special occasion, he’s always surprising you with gifts. sometimes it’s designer clothes that he swears would look perfect on you, and other times it’s jewelry that glimmers just right when the light hits it.

- “nothing is too good for my girl”

- he also bought matching bracelets for both of you on your birthday

- sometimes he gets quiet and just holds you a little tighter, worried about losing the one person who makes him feel complete.

- the adrenaline from performing leaves him hyped up and restless, and the second he sees you backstage, he’s pulling you into his arms, kissing you with an intensity that shows just how much he missed you.

- he never leaves without giving you a long, lingering kiss, promising to come back to you as soon as he can, no matter how busy his schedule gets.

NSFW

- he loves teasing you when you’re out together—whispering suggestive things in your ear when no one’s watching, just to see your cheeks flush.

- his hand never leaves your waist, and he makes sure you know exactly what’s on his mind without saying too much.

- after a long night out, when you’ve been teasing him with flirty glances and subtle touches, he barely makes it through the door before he’s on you

- pinning you against the wall, his mouth hot and needy as he mutters how he’s been dying to get his hands on you all night.

- Sometimes he’ll call you when he’s on tour, his voice low and gravelly as he asks exactly what you’re wearing and what you’re doing.

- He’ll describe in vivid detail what he wants to do to you when he gets home, loving the way your voice shakes trying to keep up with his filthy words.

- “i miss you, baby, can’t wait to fuck your pretty pussy when i get back”

- he knows how much you love his voice, so sometimes he records little snippets of him jerking off and sends them to you when you’re horny.

- he loves picking out clothes for you, but sometimes his choices are deliberately a bit too revealing.

- When you question it, he just smirks and says, “I like knowing everyone’s looking at you but I’m the only one who gets to touch.”

- he loves leaving little marks on your neck or collarbone—nothing too obvious, but just enough that you know it’s there.

- when you catch him glancing at it with that smug, satisfied smile, you know he did it on purpose.

- he has a habit of sliding his hands up your thighs under the table at restaurants, his fingers teasing dangerously close to your panties while keeping up a casual conversation as if nothing’s happening.

- sometimes, when you visit him at the studio, he’ll pull you onto his lap mid-session, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he grinds his hard dick on your clothed pussy.

- he’ll mumble something about how you’re too much of a distraction, but he doesn’t stop, loving the way you whine in his ear, as your panties become wetter and wetter.

- he’ll trail his lips along your neck, whispering how good you sound when you’re desperate for him.

- even if he’s sweet during sex most of the time, he loves seeing you completely overwhelmed and he gets off on telling you exactly what to do.

- guiding your hands over his body, making you say his name the way he likes, guiding your movements with a firm hand and a low, commanding tone.

- the way you obey without question drives him wild, and he makes sure to reward you thoroughly for being so good for him.

- “look at me, princess, i wanna see how good i make you feel”

- sometimes he’ll catch you while you’re doing something mundane—washing dishes, fixing your hair—and suddenly you’re pressed against the counter, his hands wandering as he kisses down your neck, his voice is low and soft.

- “can’t help myself when you look so good.”

- he’s a master at teasing. taking you right to the edge and then pulling out of your dripping hole just to hear you beg for it.

- “you can take a little more for me, can’t you?”

- he loves it when you’re on top, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulls your pussy down onto his mouth, eating you out.

- He’ll hold you there, completely in control despite being underneath, groaning against you as he makes sure you fall apart over and over.

- he loves bending you over in front of a mirror, making you watch as he takes you from behind.

- he’ll lock eyes with you through the reflection, grabbing and smacking your ass, as he whispers how gorgeous you look all messed up just for him.

- he has a habit of wrapping his hand tightly around your throat—not enough to hurt, just enough to make your breath hitch and your pulse race.

- he loves how you struggle to speak as he smirks down at you.

- he loves finishing on your stomach or thighs, admiring how it glistens on your skin before kissing you softly.

- when he’s feeling possessive, he’ll cum in you or on your chest, smirking as he traces the mess with his dingers.

- on especially rough nights—like after a show—he loves finishing on your face, groaning at how good you look covered in him before pulling you into a deep, heated kiss.

- as intense as he gets, he’s just as gentle afterward. cleaning you up, kissing your forehead, and whispering soft reassurances.