#always falling asleep on me 😂

[brownskin-goldhoops]

My love fell asleep watching summer slam when we got home from the bars last night, so he put it on while eating his macaroni for dinner tonight. As soon as he finished his macaroni and cuddled up with me, he fell asleep watching summer slam again 😂😂 I am going to have to watch it 3 times with him lol

[silkentine]

Me when they are the sisters ever: 😭😭😭 They came out soooo freaking well. I won’t lie, they took me a thousand years to finish but through the constant support from all of my buds (and my latent bisexuality), we made it 😤

Hopefully you guys know the deal by now: design choices, easter eggs, and (NEW!) closeup shots below the read more. ⬇️

I wanted Ace to have a very down-to-earth vibe and looked at Aussie beach-girls, coastal cowgirls, and vaqueras for reference. (IDK, I’ve just always envisioned Ace as part-Australian🌺 and Mexican 🏴‍☠️) Her clothing choices are mostly natural or utilitarian materials like the painted wooden beads on her top, her woven fabric and leather belts, and her denim jumpsuit. I gave her bikini top a zen-garden kind of feel because I read the first Ace’s Story Novel and I loved how idyllic and peaceful they made Sixis Island sound so I wanted to invoke that in some way.

Speaking of her painted wooden beads, they hang off the back of her top and represent her connection to Sabo and Luffy. They watch her back once she sets sail. She only wears one red glass bead earring because the other one got ripped out of her ear when a child, leaving her earlobe torn (don’t think about it too much 😢). Also, YES! she does wear a hibiscus flower just like Rouge (because I hate you and I want to make you cry, muhwahahahaha).

Also, I really wanted her to have super textured curly hair that licks behind her like flames. I am always considering whether or not a character should have long hair or not because I don’t want it to be a hindrance if they’re in a fight (or if they ARE a fighter with long hair, how to they avoid an enemy making use of that?). Ace is, of course, a Logia-type Devil Fruit User so I think she wouldn’t have trouble with people grabbing it LOL I get the feeling that she doesn’t take very good care of it even though it looks amazing. Like you’d think it would be soft and bouncy just by looking at it but if you ever get the chance to run your fingers through it, it’s a total rat’s nest and there’s sand and food all up in it. She still falls asleep while eating 😂 but she tries her best to only do it around people she can trust (woman moment 😔).

Honestly, her design is not that different from Ace’s canon look. It feels really vital to Ace’s character to have a lot of skin showing. And he’s always hanging all over himself with his hips all cocked like the weight of the world is too much to stand up straight. It is certainly not my OWN preference to make her an absolute smoke show. That’s just the character, okay? (I’m partially lying and the proof is that I turned the emblem on Ace’s hat strap into a sternum tattoo for no other reason than that it is sexy af.)

Here are some closeups of Ace:

Now for Sabo, I’ve made her very girly. I tried putting her in pants or something more militant but she told me that she’d wear the big poofy sleeves and hiked-up ruffled skirt. I think Sabo has always had a strong grasp on his fashion sense and individual flair and I truly believe that his personal style is one of the major influences for the rest of the Revolutionary Army resulting in the very flashy, queer, steampunk aesthetic (aside from Dragon’s plain-ass cloak). So of course I had to implement her nonconformist look when reimagining her as a woman and dress her up to the nines.

I’ve given her very ornate jewelry that is there to tell a story, even if she herself doesn’t know it. I like to think she picks up stuff from her travels that resonate with her, such as a damaged set of earrings with one stone missing or red cup-shaped shells featuring three nestled pearls. Another accessory that cannot go unmentioned is her dragon claw hat pin that keeps her top hat resting on top of her hair (and is definitely used as a weapon when the situation simply doesn’t call for trusty metal pipe). She also has a veil that obscures her prominent facial scar. I imagine she’s not very keen on the reminder of the incident from her childhood that took away her memories. I also kept her chipped toothed because 1) it’s fucking adorable and 2) is a visual reminder that she no longer aligns herself with the nobility who would have gotten such a thing fixed. She is so poised in almost every outward facet of her life from her dignified role as the Chief of Staff to the elegant materials in her clothing that it can be easy to forget she was also a rough and tumble forest dweller. Every time Koala remembers this, he lets out the biggest sigh.

Her hair is inspired by Gibson Girls and Elizabeth Swann from the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie. I wanted it to be fussy and tidy but fall apart when she’s in moments of distress. For example, when she remembers her sisters, her hair starts to look like Ace’s flaming mane. I’m so in love with her, I think she looks like an adorable little porcelain doll that would fuck you up. I made an effort to keep her eyes a little bit manic. I get lost in her steely black orbs (and also Ace’s warm brown ones, but we’re talking about Sabo rn).

Here are her close-ups:

Plot notes for this AU:

For this series of character designs, I wanted the expressions and outfits to be aligned with the canon plot but I don’t know if I have the heart to kill fem!Ace in my AU. I’m too attached and ASL has suffered enough!!!!! But Ace’s death is also a major defining moment for Luffy so it feels disingenuous to completely avoid it. Also a huge aspect of Sabo’s character is carrying on Ace’s will and I have so many thoughts about how the Dressrosa Colosseum scene would play out if they were all women. Oh well, I’ll cross that tragic bridge when I get to it. I’m definitely going to draw some Modern AU Girl Piece ASL though. They deserve to hang out with no stakes 😭 They are sisters!!!

Check out the tag “girl piece” on my blog for my other One Piece genderbends! 🥰

[fastandcarlos]

Life With The Verstappen Family : ̗̀➛ Max Verstappen

summary: a glimpse into the life of the verstappen family and your two little ones who are always causing chaos

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maxverstappen1: turns out being dad is the coolest thing in the world 💕

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username1: not max as a dad also being the coolest dad in the world

username2: the handsome dad vibes are strong in these pictures 💪🏻

danielricciardo: congrats my friend!!

landonorris: can't believe you're actually dad...wow you're old 😂

maxverstappen1: @/landonorris you're not exactly a spring chicken anymore yourself

username3: is it okay to be this jealous of a small child??

ynusername: can't wait to spend the rest of my life being mum and dad with you 💞

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername I'm definitely the lucky one between the two of us ☺️

username4: I can't believe we get to see dad max at the paddock next year

oscarpiastri: why is your tiny human so cute? clearly yn got all the good genes in there

redbullracing: welcome to the smallest member of our team, we can't wait to have you in the paddock soon!! 💙❤️

username5: the proud smile on his face actually melts my heart

username6: forever in love with max as a dad already 🤧

georgerussell63: who'd have thought you'd be the first to settle down, congrats you two!

charles_leclerc: dog dads are better than human dads btw 🤷🏻‍♂️

schecoperez: sending all my 'how to survive life as a dad' books your way my friend

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ynusername: turns out max can’t ski and ydn is absolutely showing him up on the slopes ⛷️

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username7: omg look at how grown up yn is getting

maxverstappen1: imma just focus on the first photo and how much my little girl adores me...no idea what you're talking about with the skiing 🙄

username8: yn pls tell me you've got some videos of this lol

landonorris: he is the most uncoordinated man i've ever met and you chose to take him skiing 🤦🏻‍♂️

ynusername: @/landonorris it was ydn's choice, you know max can't say no to his little girl

carlossainz55: i'll have to show him how it's done one day

username9: not ydn falling asleep in max's lap, it looks so comfy there 🤩

username10: anyone else think that ydn looks more and more like max's twin everyday??

username11: how can one family be so cute? 🤔

alex_albon: lily told me you sent a video of max falling on his ass, please say I have permission to see it too?

ynusername: @/alex_albon it's all yours 😘

maxverstappen1: @/alex_albon @/ynusername hey i refuse to give permission for this!!!

lewishamilton: hope you guys are having the best time, tell ydn i've got the biggest cuddle waiting for her when i see her next

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maxverstappen1: all my babies ❤️🥺

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username12: i dont think my ovaries can take much more of these updates

username13: i can't deal with how adorable these are!! 😭😭

ynusername: guessing i'm not your baby anymore 💔

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername you'll always be my baby 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

landonorris: i thought I was your baby too???

maxverstappen1: @/landonorris go away before i block you again 🙄

charles_leclerc: btw dogs are still better than cats

username14: not charles starting a war of pets in the comments sections

username15: praying i come back as a cat so i can be adopted by the verstappens too 🤞🏻

georgerussell63: can you stop taking sickeningly sweet photos of your daughter so that we stop missing her during the off season please

alex_albon: ydn's position reminds me of how lily looked when i got home last night fast asleep on the sofa

lilymhe: @/alex_albon btw the couch is yours tonight now 🖕🏻

username16: how can these cute photos cause a domestic lmao

username17: it's always max causing trouble even when he doesn't mean to

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ynusername: forever a third wheel when it comes to these two 🫶🏻

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landonorris: now you know how i've felt for the past six years 🤷🏻‍♂️

username18: i'll come and save you yn!!

danielricciardo: you should be used to it...you third wheeled us for several seasons

username19: ydn is such a daddy's girl its unreal 🤩

maxverstappen1: stop making people feel sorry for you, you choose to hang back and take all these photos hahah

ynusername: @/maxverstappen1 JUST LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT

username20: i can't cope with how unserious these two are as parents 😂😂

username21: i wonder if ydn realises how lucky she is getting to travel the world with max verstappen by her side

oscarpiastri: just so you know, lando laughed out loud when he read the caption to this

ynusername: @/oscarpiastri just so you know, he's the worst!

username22: yn must be desperate for another baby so its 2v2

username23: even as a third wheel I'd be happy just being that close to max

schecoperez: come and hang out in my driver room instead!! 💙

lilymhe: i'll save you bestie

ynusername: @/lilymhe knew i could rely on you 😘

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maxverstappen1: why does no one ever warn you that two kids are so much harder to control than one 😂

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username24: emilian you knew what you signed up for when you got yn pregnant

danielricciardo: now imagine being christian trying to take control over both of us hahah 😂😂

username25: max and one kid was cute but max and two kids...wow

schecoperez: you should've listened to me i did warn you

ynusername: all I can see is ydn getting dangerously close to that water you fool 🤦🏻‍♀️

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername i've got everything under control don't worry

username26: how can any man complain when you're kids are that cute

charles_leclerc: i keep reminding you that me and alex are happy to babysit whenever you want us

maxverstappen1: @/charles_leclerc alex I trust...you...well 🤫

username27: its the colour coordinating with ysn that does it for me

username28: is everyone going to ignore how grown up those two babies look these days

landonorris: i can come and join you and see what it's like to practice for baby number three if you want? 😂

username29: lando norris you menace

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maxverstappen1: nothing better than when my two loves come and cheer me on, I promise you they are impressed by what daddy does, even if their faves suggest otherwise 🥺

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username30: cannot wait for my social media to be filled with verstappen baby content this weekend

ynusername: no way we're missing a home race, good luck for this weekend my love 💕💕

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername thank you for bringing them to support me, you're the best

username31: max looks so happy to have them there omg

username32: i wish someone looked as happy as max does to have me around them ❤️

carlossainz55: if they don't appear in ferrari at some point this weekend i'm never speaking to you again

alex_albon: and the williams garage!!!

pierregasly: alpine are expecting a visit too!

danielricciardo: and rb, it would be rude not to after all 🤷🏻‍♂️

username33: ydn and ysn are the most popular people in the paddock this weekend hahah

username34: i can't cope with how obsessed everyone is over these two

lewishamilton: i can't believe how big they are, where does the time even go?

georgerussell63: @/lewishamilton you mean to say you've already seen them and I wasn't there to join you 🫢

username35: poor yn won't get a second to breathe racing around all these garages

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ynusername: introducing the team to their favourite drivers, and charles 😂

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username36: ah we got the photos to prove they visited guys

charles_leclerc: you best be kidding or i'm never babysitting for you ever again 😡

ynusername: @/charles_leclerc jokes we love you really

danielricciardo: it was lovely to see team verstappen again after so long 💞💞

landonorris: btw ysn said that i was his favourite so snooze you lose max!!

maxverstappen1: @/landonorris if you want to believe my son prefers you to me you think that my friend

username37: look at how soft they all become when they're around verstappen babies ☺️🥺

username38: i just want someone to look at me like charles looks at ysn

georgerussell63: still waiting for my turn excuse me

carmenmmundt: pls come and visit before george actually explodes 🥺

ynusername: @/carmenmmundt i promise we're on our way!!

username39: do people even go to f1 for racing anymore or just to see ysn and ydn??

username40: i saw the four of them at the gates this morning and I swear i've never seen anything cuter...

carlossainz55: there better be another post filled with photos of me and ydn coming up

oscarpiastri: lando has not shut up about the fact he saw you guys...now look what i've got to put up with 😂

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maxverstappen1: a tribute to the woman that holds our team together, I couldn’t do this without you yn, the best mum and wife in the world ❤️❤️

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username41: how yn puts up with two kids and max i will never know

ynusername: it's the easiest job in the world being by your side with our two little treasures 🏎️🥺

landonorris: yn deserves a medal having to deal with you day in day out

georgerussell63: i've lost count of how many times i've seen yn running around the paddock for you, ysn or ydn

username42: i swear yn is just the best mum ever ❤️

username43: i want to be adopted by yn and yn only

carlossainz55: not forgetting the fact she now is in charge of your two cats too

charles_leclerc: at this point she's pretty much mum to us drivers too with how well she keeps us all in check 😂

username44: i thought it was just fans obsessed with the verstappens, turns out its the drivers too

username45: i expected nothing less from this group of boys who are absolutely whipped for yn

username46: its official, the verstappens are just the best 🫶🏻💕☺️

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[mellotunekitty]

hey so how do you think the bat boys would deal with them messaging s/o or coming into their apartment late at night to come to bed and the boys are like “I can’t sleep. Can we talk?” and s/o messages back or says after sort of wake up “I can sleep” and they fall back asleep 😂. When s/o does properly wake up hours later, s/o pulls their man in for morning cuddle, but then their mind starts working and they ask seriously, “… did you want to talk about something last night or was I dreaming it?” Or for messaging, s/o remembers and gives their boyfriend a call and is happy to be talking to them and they ask the same question over the phone “I thought I dreamt it, but I just noticed you message me and I sent that back… I was exhausted and in a deep sleep. Did you still want to talk?”? Basically s/o isn’t very good to interact with or function when they’re tired 😂? (It’s all good people staying up all night for their love of their life, but what about a s/o who’s never able too?. They fall asleep in bed and then are woken up by their boyfriend sneaking in. They frequently pass out after their boyfriend sneaks into their bed. S/o Hair a mess. “What?… oh… zzzz” would be how the boys identity probably stayed a secret for the longest time. Wouldn’t even notice the blurry mask and spandex suits in their tired state).

omg yes, as a sleepy person, i LOVE this idea!!!

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Batboys x Sleepy gn!reader

Bruce Wayne

Being home late meant low chances of having an actual conversation with you. He needed help setting up the gala for tomorrow and you guys were supposed to plan it tonight

“My love, wake up for a minute. We have to set the plans, remember.” 

You sat up for a moment, sitting next to him in bed to help him. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long seeing as you almost immediately fell asleep on his shoulder. 

He just sighed and put his laptop away, figuring you guys could plan it later or just use what you had. 

It was a bit funny though, seeing you so out of it trying to stay awake and focus on the plans. 

“And I think we should serve lemonade with the… darling? Are you listening?” “Hm? Yeah…” 

Dick Grayson 

He usually came home to you sleeping after patrol, so he figured he’d have to wake you up if he wanted to discuss tomorrow's date plans.

“Babe? Hey, wake up, I gotta talk to you…” 

It works…for a few seconds. You woke up, but mumbled something incoherent before falling back asleep. 

Dick just chuckled and shrugged it off, figuring he could just talk to you in the morning. The date wasn’t until later anyway, and sleeping beside you seemed more appealing at the moment.

“It’s okay… I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, sweetheart.” 

Jason Todd

Poor Jason couldn’t sleep at all. He tried everything from warm drinks to meditation, but nothing seemed to work. So, he called you. 

“Hey, y/n? Yeah, uhm… can I come over?” 

He got a half mumbled ‘yeah’ before heading over. Of course when he did, you were tucked in, all cute and sleepy. 

Jay slipped in next to you, snuggling against you and had the easiest time falling asleep. However, in the morning, you looked shocked, not remembering him coming in. 

“...when did you even get here?!” 

Tim Drake

It was always a 50/50 with Tim. Either he slept anytime, anywhere, or he couldn’t sleep at all. Tonight, he couldn’t sleep. So, he called you. 

“Hey, baby, I can’t sleep. Can we just uhh… talk for a while?” 

He got all warm and gushy when he heard your muffled little ‘yes’ from under your blankets. 

But he quickly realized you weren’t the best person to talk to when you were tired. You couldn’t hold a conversation at all and eventually, he found out that you sleep talk. It was a pleasant surprise to him.

“What are you saying now, hm?” “The banana… lost my hat.” “Oh, yeah, I bet.” 

Damian Wayne

The second you opened your eyes when he walked into the room as Robin, he thought he had completely blown his cover. Apparently, he didn’t. 

“Go back to bed… you don’t see anything.” 

He was shocked it actually worked, but he shouldn’t have been too surprised. He knew you’d take any and every opportunity to sleep. 

Damian hastily got out of his Robin suit and got into pajamas, sliding into bed next to you. It was a bit of a funny thought to him, the fact that you didn’t even question Robin being in your room… right? 

“I had a weird dream last night.” “About?” “I dreamt that Robin was in my room.”  

[gay-dorito-dust]

i didn't realise i could just ask here than from messages im so sorry 💀 but im hungry so can you please write some more damian scenarios 😕 (angst/fluff PLEASE 🙏) im sorry if I'm bothering you but i can't get enough of your writing 😔 hope you're taking care of yourself tho!! :)))

This’ll probably seem really short but it’s like almost 10pm and I’m running on fumes and bad mental health days lately 😂

‘What’re you doing my treasure.’ Damian said as he walked into his room, only to find you had let Ace and Titus on the bed and he had to blink twice to make sure his mind wasn’t making up them wearing pyjamas on top of that.

‘Nothing.’ You said nonchalantly as you brought Titus in your arms, cuddling him while he remained looking at his owner.

‘I thought I said none of our pets should be on the bed?’ Damian then said as he gestured to the two dogs that you had let on the bed without his permission as though the situation you both faced wasn’t obvious.

‘I was feeling lonely when you were out on patrol.’ You replied, pouting. ‘That and I was bored and out the dogs in pyjamas to feel included with me being in pyjamas.’ You added as you smiled widely at him. Damian sighed, he shouldn’t be surprised, this was bound to happen sooner or later since you still had a couple more weeks to heal your leg before being cleared for vigilante work again.

So naturally you are going to rope in Titus and Ace one way or another in your shenanigans much like you did with Jerry and Goliath when you had hurt your arm, Damian almost lost his mind trying to find you only to find you fast sleep stop of Goliath, with Jerry acting on guard in front of you both. It was certainly a humorous sight had he not been on high alert when he couldn’t find you in bed upon his return from a mission with Bruce.

‘You could’ve waited until I came back my beloved, I don’t want you hurting your self further just trying to entertain yourself.’ Damian lightly scolded you as he walked over to your side of the bed, kissing you on the forehead before greeting -and thanking- ace and Titus with head pats and ear scratches, as an almost missable smile graced his face upon seeing the two dogs poetically melt into his scratches.

This was the sight he loved most when coming home and he always wanted to come home to this as many times as he could in the nearby distant future.

‘I’ll be fine Dami,’ you said softly as you reached out to hold his cheek in your hand, ‘I’m not doing anything that’ll cause me any discomfort or more pain then I’m already in and that I’ve been in really good company.’ You gesture towards ace and Titus who would press themselves against either of your sides, acting as living crutches for you when you tried to move about the room and down the halls, they’d even look up at you as though to silently ask if you were okay and if you needed to sit down soon.

You knew Damian was behind this and couldn’t help but bring him into a tender to his forehead. ‘Thank you.’ You whispered.

‘For what my treasure?’ He asks softly as he manages to settle himself on the edge of your shared bed.

‘For having ace and Titus look out of me when you’re gone, sometimes I forget how well you know me to know that I’d get restless when healing.’ You said as you patted both dogs on their sides in appreciation as they both decided that they had gotten comfortable enough to start falling asleep. Neither you nor Damian had the heart to tell them to get off, and silently decided that one night every so often could Ace and Titus could share the bed with you and Damian.

‘Like you said I know you, better then most, and I’d like it more if you didn’t go and get yourself hurt from trying to do something beyond your current capability.’ Damian admitted softly as he began to get into more comfortable sleepwear to join you, Titus and ace in bed by climbing into your side of the bed and holding you again his chest upon seeing as how Titus and ace took up his side of the bed.

‘How sweet of you my dear.’ You said cheekily as you kissed his hand that rested on your side before yawning.

‘Sleep my love,’ Damian said softly as he watched you rest your weary and heavy head upon his chest, ‘sleep sweetly.’ He adds just as you succumb to long awaited sleep as he kissed your forehead, only to follow after you not long after being certain that you’d wouldn’t be bothered anymore before joining you in the dream realm either Titus and Ace.

[revelboo]

Your Hound and Trailbreaker fics are making me smile so much! It’s always a delight to see them! I wonder if any of the humans on the Ark have tried to make a break for it? Only to get into trouble out in the wilderness and have to be rescued for real 😂

Hound and Teeb’s humans are making an escape attempt

Too Tired To Wink Pt 3

Trailbreaker x Reader

• Is he sleeping? Do giant, alien robot monsters sleep? His visor had gone dim about an hour or so ago, cheek on his outstretched arm and mouth hanging open. Looks asleep. Back pressed to the wall, you creep along it. Most of his bulk is sprawled out on the floor where he’d trapped you under his berth and trying to coax you out. Moving slowly past his servos, you’re afraid to even breathe in case you wake him up. No real plan aside from reaching the vent set into the wall that’s low enough to be accessible. The slots in it big enough to squeeze through. Hopefully.

• Vents clearing noisily at a soft rustling, his head lifts and for a moment he can’t figure out why he’s lying on the floor of his habsuite. Then he does remember when he hears you break into a run. Because you’re not under the berth anymore, you’re sprinting like your life depends on it and he lunges after you. “Wait!” You don’t even look back, throwing yourself at the grate covering a vent and wiggling through the slots as his spark constricts. Trying to hook his servos against the edges and pry the thing loose as he hears you running deeper inside. “That’s dangerous!” And he yanks the grate loose and lays flat to see inside, but you’re out of sight already.

• Running headlong, you round a bend and shriek when the floor just slopes sharply and you fall to go sliding. Coming to a stop when you hit something that falls on you and yelps at the bottom. Frantically clawing to get away, because you can’t see anything and someone kicks you in the gut. And when you hear the terrified swearing, you start laughing. “Great minds think alike,” you manage as you struggle to fend off your idiot coworker before they try to punch you in the face in their panic.

• Venting tiredly, he mass shifts and still has to bend low to fit through the gap. Wishes he knew the layout of the ventilation system or had time to pull it up, but you’re likely to get yourself hurt while he’s researching. And he’s always been more of an action over planning type. Wonders how well humans can see in the dark as he hears an echoing shriek. Not very well, he bets. Plating scraping the top of the vent, he makes his way forward in an awkward shuffle.

• Finding out your work bestie has been in the vents wandering aimlessly for hours according to their estimate isn’t exactly reassuring. It’s pitch inside, though occasionally there’s a tiny amount of light from a grate and they linger long enough to try and check if anyone is around. Because if they can get out of the vents and into whatever alien central is, they can try to find an open door and run outside. Hopefully. You know that’s a long shot as you trail after your buddy and stop short at a faint cry. Your friend turning to urgently wave you over, a finger pressed to their lips as you join them in peering through the slots. Realizing this vent is much higher up than yours had been and there’s a smaller blue and red alien. And a human. And they’re-oh. Clapping a hand over your mouth as the bot groans, hips pumping and his human begins urging him on. And you can’t breathe as you fight the urge to just start cackling and give yourself away. Because what the hell? At least with yours he’s too big to have nabbed you for that. Though that person seems to be having a hell of a time from the sound of it.

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[hanafubukki]

Like Father like Son 😈💚💞

I was telling Mumble and Amy this but I had always wondered where this expression of Malleus’s came from (I don’t think they used this expression in game yet, but correct me if I’m wrong)

And then right when I was trying to fall asleep one day, I came across a picture of Malleus’s nendoroid and had whiplash. 😂

Lilia!! It reminded me of platinum Lilia right away 🤣😆 They are both doing the eye squinting thing and the wide fangy smile. I’m laughing so hard. 🤣🤣 I literally face palmed omg 💞😆

Love is really in the habits we learned, aren’t they?🥹💞

From gestures to expressions to the way they write, seeing similarities like this always has me so soft 😭🥰 You can see their bond 💚💞

Edit: There is one with an in-game groovy!! Ahhhh 🥹🥹💞💞💞 thank you @malleus-md-draconia for telling me.

And there’s one with another art from a merch where he does it again 😂🤣

[madhatterbri]

Daddy | D.P.

Summary: I was wondering if i could request a reader calling Damian Daddy during Thanksgiving dinner or while handing out presents to everyone on Christmas? 18+.

Author's Note: Starts with smut to kind of set the "omg how embarrassing would it be if you said that in front of your dad," mood. Also, I wanted to write smut. 😂🤣

Happy Monday Night RAW, babes. ❤️

Requested by: @eringobragh420

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Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @mrsarcherofinfamy @terrortwinunicorn @brideofinfamy @miss-kuki-nz @hotwheels1108 @new-zealand-chic @magicalbuttertarts @keytothewardy

As always, requests are open! Please let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist. ❤️

Y/N's knees were bent close to the side of the bed. Hands gripped the sheets below her. Her face laid against a pillow. Eyes partially rolled back in ecstasy.

Damian thrusted inside of her. His fingers wrapped around her waist. The tips of two of his fingers played with her clit. He cursed as she tightened around him.

"You quiet tonight," the New York accent noticed.

She blushed darkly. They were staying at a hotel for a few days. Thanksgiving was the next day, and they had plans to see her family. Y/N didn't want to wake up the neighbors.

"That simply won't do. I want them to know who makes you feel this good,"

"Y-you do," she stammered weakly.

"I need more than that," he told her flatly.

Damian pulled out much to her dismay. He arched her back. When he thrusted back in, he went deeper. His fingers toyed with her bundle of nerves. "Who makes you feel like this?"

"Damian," she moaned louder.

Still not content with her answer, he pulled back just enough so that only the head of his dick was inside of her. Damian thrusted forward roughly. The bed under them scraped loudly against the floor.

Y/N clenched around him. "Daddy!"

"That's my good girl,"

When they finished, Damian took care of her. He slid under the covers with her and kissed her temple. She laid her head on his chest. His heartbeat started to cause her to fall asleep.

A chuckle of his caused her to stir a little. "Make sure not to say that at the dinner table tomorrow. That would be something. How embarrassing,"

She hummed in agreement and fell asleep.

🦃

Y/N's parents loved Damian. He was a good man who was madly in love with their daughter. What wasn't there to like? They invited him to Thanksgiving dinner when they first met him months ago.

After saying grace at the table, they decided to dig in. Her nieces and nephews sat around Damian at the table. They wanted to ask him all the questions about working as a wrestler.

"Alright, guys, enough. Let Damian eat, and then he will answer all your questions," Y/N told them. The kids complained but obliged to her request. Damian whispered a 'thank you' to her.

"Of course. Can you please pass the mashed potatoes, Daddy? Those are my favorite,"

The chatter at the table stopped. Utensils clicked against the dishes. Damian was motionless at Y/N's slip up. The bowl of mashed potatoes rested in his hands. She didn't seem to notice her own mistake.

"Oh, thanks, babe," she smiled. "These are my grandma's recipes. The absolute best mashed potatoes you will ever have,"

Y/N finally noticed the family staring at her in shock.

"Damn sis," one of her siblings laughed. "I didn't know you were like that now,"

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked.

Before anyone could answer, her youngest niece beat them to the punch. "Mommy, I thought that Grandpa was her daddy. Is that man her daddy now?"

The table erupted in laughter. Y/N and Damian blushed.

"I guess at certain times they are," Y/N's brother answered. The table laughed again. Even her father chuckled some as he cut the slice of turkey on his plate.

Damian and Y/N looked at each other with a blush. They knew they were going to hear this story for the rest of the lives.

[haileybeehappy]

Movie Nights

Summary : Movie night with your best friend turns when your long time crush, and her brother, invites you to watch the titanic with him instead of the horror movie she is forcing you to watch. Gets steamier than the car scene.

Warnings : there's a lot in this one. Oral, both female and male receiving. she grinds on his abs, because, a girl can dream. dom harry. spanking. pussy slapping, choking, slapping, calling him sir. Oh and daddy. p in v sex. protected. ummm.

Word Count : 5.3k (longest fic I have ever written I'm pretty sure)

Authors note : unedited, wrote it out while my best friend packed. took fucking hours 😂

You and your childhood best friend sat on her basement couch watching horror movies with your hands alternating in the popcorn bucket. You had just gotten home from college a few days before and had your first sleepover on the first weekend that the two of you were both back in town. A short standing tradition after the last three years of school.

“What are we watching?” You whine as you hide behind your hands. Peeking at the screen between the slits of your fingers.

“A shitty horror movie with a shitty budget and shitty actors,” she laughs as she continues to munch at the popcorn. You might as well be shaking from fear.

“I hate this! Why can’t we just watch the princess bride? Or ten things I hate about you?” You ask as you stuff a handful of popcorn into your mouth.

“Because those are shitty cheesy movies. You always fall asleep anyways so,” she shrugs her eyes not leaving the screen. The movie continues as you watch through your hands. Peeking occasionally to see someone being murdered or tortured. You didn’t mind the ghost movies or the monster horror but the guts and gore really got to you.

“Whatcha watchin?” Is whispered into your ear, your whole body tending and jumping clear off the cushion.

“Oh fuck Harry!” Gem screams as she throws a piece of popcorn at him. He skillfully catches it in him mouth and smiles.

“You guys make it to easy,” he laughs as he makes his way to the refrigerator in the kitchenette of the basement.

“You’re an ass,” you throw at him before turning back to the tv and placing your slotted fingers over your eyes.

“Why do you watch these if you don’t even watch them?” He questions you. His body gliding over back to the couch. His forearms resting on the back of the couch. His body so close to you that you can feel his body heat.

“Cause your sisters mean and won’t let me watch the notebook?” You state, more so a question.

“Why not? She makes me watch it all the time?” He scoffs. Gem looks at him with pursed lips and sunken eyebrows.

“Whatever Harry, you always pick that movie. I have nothing to do with it,” his face reddens slightly and he coughs.

“Whatever, I’m gonna go upstairs and watch the titanic. Your ears perk up as you hear him say that.

“Really?” You ask all too quickly.

“I even popped more popcorn,” he smiles down at you. You look to Gemma and she shrugs.

“You can go watch cheesy romance movies but I’m gonna watch real movies down here,” she smile. She’s always known of the attraction you have to her brother but neither of you say anything.

“You sure?” She asks. As if asking permission.

“All you’re doing down here is complaining anyways,” she jokes. You nod and then proceed to follow Harry up the stairs. His cologne filling your nose as you trail behind him. You breathe in his smell before realizing that’s definitely a little weird. You plop yourself down on the couch in your designated spot and he begins to dig through the cupboards that holds their DVD’s.

“DVD?” You ask.

“Yeah, of course,” he scoffs jokingly. Then in a much more serious time. “We gotta watch all the specials and extras too,” a smile stretches across your lips and you grab at the very large bowl of popcorn in front of you.

“Oh of course what was I thinking,” you laugh and shove a handful into your mouth. His head snaps at you as he hears the crunch of air puffed corn.

“Hey!” He whines. “Don’t eat all of it before the movie starts. Or you’re making more,” his eyebrow raised daringly.

“Fine. Whatever,” you plop the bowl into the coffee table. Your mouth still full of popcorn. Very buttery perfectly cooked popcorn. Harry has always had a knack for movie snacks. He finally finds the DVD and raises from his hunched position and inserts it into the DVD player. Snatching the remote from next to the tv and eventually finding the spot next to you on the sofa a comfortable place to be. He is close enough that he can reach the popcorn which he has now placed in between the two of you but far enough it’s not weird.

As the movie starts you can't seem to pay attention to the people on the screen. Mostly focused on the feeling of your lifelong crush sitting next to you. The body heat radiating off of him is all you can feel. You keep fidgeting around and moving around trying to get comfortable. His hand then finds its place on your knee.

"Would you stop moving so much," he whispers. His hand not moving from your leg as his attention moves back to the movie. His hand so warm it feels like it is burning a hole through your leggings. His thumb slowly moving back and forth the black fabric. You find your eyes drifting away from the tv and looking to Harry. A small smile resting on his lips as he watches the movie. Reaching over you grab a small handful of popcorn, his eyes darting to you and his mouth opens wide. You let out a small laugh and bring a few pieces of popcorn to his mouth. He smiles widely at you then crunches the popcorn between his teeth. You force your eyes back to the screen but keep looking to Harry in your peripheral. His hand still resting on your thigh.

He readjusts himself scootching slightly closer to you, his hand falling further up your thigh, a small gasp leaves your lips.

"Sorry," he whispers, sliding it back to the place before. You wrap your fingers around his moving it back up your thigh.

"It's okay,"

"You sure?" His head turning to look at you. You nod.

"I trust you," his face close to yours. If you both leaned forward just a bit his nose would bump yours.

"Probably a bad idea." his voice barely audible.

"You've never given me a reason not to," you drift closer to him slightly. Just as he began to lean forward Gem comes bursting through the door.

"James is here, we're going to go to a party at Wills do you wanna come?" she asks walking into the room. Her eyes on her phone. You jump back from Harry and look to your friend, heart in your throat.

"No I'm not feeling particularly partyish," you shrug. She looks between you and Harry, a small smile playing at her lips.

"You want me to take you home?" Her eyes mischievously looking to her brother.

"I can take her after the movie is over," his hand still resting on your thigh he begins to move his thumb back and forth again.

"You okay with that?" she asks looking back to you. You just nod. "Okay well than I'm out of here," she looks back to her phone and walks to the door. Your phone buzzes and quickly you glance at the screen. Wrap it before you tap it babe XD is the text notification you get from Gemma. You quickly turn your phone over, harry looking back to the TV screen as Gemma leaves. His hand raises holding the remote and pauses the tv.

"I'm gonna run to the bathroom, I'll be right back," you nod as he stands up. His frame towering over you. You look up to him, his waist at your eye level. As he brushes by you, he looks down to you. Stopping when he is right and front of you. Grasping your chin in his fingers as you look up to him. "Don't go anywhere," he says with a smile. You bite into your bottom lip.

"I wasn't planning on it," you say through a smile.

"Good," he lets go of your chin and makes his way to the bathroom. You take in a big breath and sigh out. Dropping your head to rest on the couch. You move the popcorn bowl to the table. Grabbing your phone you respond to Gemma. Shut up! Be safe, I love you <3. As she responds Harry comes back into the room, you drop your phone into your lap as he plops back beside you. Now close enough that his leg slots itself under your crisscrossed legs. His hand finds residency back on your thigh as he presses play on the movie.

"I'm thirsty," you complain. He slowly turns his head to you looking over your face. He pauses the movie again.

"What do you want?" He asks moving to get up.

"I can get it," you lift yourself from the couch shuffling to the kitchen. You grab yourself a glass, and when you turn to see if Harry wants anything. You yelp when you come face to face with him. "Holy shit you scared me," you laugh out. He smiles down at you.

"Sorry, didn't mean to," His hands find your waist. Your breath catching in your throat. "Didn't want you to get lonely," you can't help the smile that is plastered across your face. You just walk out of his grip and to the fridge.

"I think I would have been okay," You grab the pitcher of lemonade that they have just for you and pour yourself a glass. Harry lets out a sigh.

"You're probably right," as you turn back around, closing the door with your hip. He plucks the glass out of your hands and takes a sip. You gasp in fake annoyance.

"Hey! That's mine!" You push at him as he then sets the glass on the counter. Placing his hand on top of yours as you push against him. Your fingers encased by his. His other hand finds your waist and pulls you to him, your body colliding with his. He releases his hold of your hand on his chest and wraps you completely in his embrace. Usure of what to with your hands you bring your other hand up to rest on his chest. "You're mean," you joke. The smile on his face grows.

"I was thirsty," he shrugs. You just roll your eyes, dropping your head down. Looking down to where your hands rest on his chest. His hand grasps your jaw pulling you to look at him. "Don't you roll your eyes at me," he says jokingly, with some weight behind his words.

"What are you going to do about it?" you ask breathily. His hold on your jaw tightening.

"Don't tempt me," he says, your name escaping his mouth.

"I'm not doing anything," his eyes drop to your lips, then back to your own eyes. You nod, giving him permission. He dips, his nose bumping yours in a playful way. You close your eyes waiting for his lips to press against yours. You open your eyes, and he is just starring at you. When his green irises meet yours, he moves his thumb back and forth against the skin of your chin.

"You're so beautiful," He whispers before he collides with you. His warm lips enveloping yours. Your hands move to grasp at the back of his neck. The hold he has on your hips tightening, he pulls you to him. You deepen the kiss, tasting the Lemonade on his lips. He opens his mouth pressing his tongue against the seam of your lips, and accept him, exploring each other his hands drift from your waist to your ass. As you gasp you can feel him smile into your mouth. You pull back and gasp in a breath.

"You okay?" he asks. You nod at him, lips pulled into your mouth. "You wanna go back to the movie?" you shrug. "Or we can go to my room?" you shrug again. "It doesn't have to go further than this?" he offers up again. You pause for a moment before nodding your head. He fights a smile and turns to grab your drink, his hand holding yours in the other. He quickly leans down to grab the remote and clicks off the TV. Before he can pull you upstairs to his room you grab your phone off the couch. You trail behind him, eyes locked on your entwined hands. Trailing up the tattoos on his arms, you cross the threshold into his room. He closes the door behind you and places the glass of lemonade on his side table before sitting down on the edge of the bed. You slot yourself between his legs and drop your hands onto his shoulder. His eyes wide as he looks up to you. His hands sliding from their resting place on your hips and down to the backs of your knees. Pulling you close to him so that he can slide you onto his lap. As your body is jerked into his hold you let out a whine.

"I won't drop you," he jokes as you finally find yourself sitting in his lap. Knees on either side of his waist, feet under your bottom. Arms wrapped around his neck as his are clasped behind your back holding you in place. You lean down and press a chaste kiss on his lips. He pushes you back into him as you try to pull away. You laugh as he begins to place kisses on your jaw, slowly trailing down your neck. Not venturing down further than your collar bones. You lean your head back to give him access to more skin. The light scruff tickles as he pressed light kisses along the tendons poking behind your skin. Finding a soft spot that elicits a gasp from you. Your hands tangle into his hair as his teeth scrape against the lilac mark that now stains your skin. The pull at the base of his neck tilting his head up and you capture his lips in yours once again. As his tongue delves into your mouth his hands find your ass. Fingers kneading into your skin, Fingernails scraping at your fabric covered skin. As you nip at his lip he pulls back.

"Are you okay? With all this?" he asks emphasis on the last few words with a squeeze of your ass. You nod in approval. "Words," he speaks your name.

"Yes, I am very okay with it," you twist his hair in your fingers.

"And going further?" you nod. He gives you a pointed look.

"Yes,"

"How much further?" you answer with a shrug. He gives your ass a sharp slap. "Words, was that, okay?" he asks, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes, and I mean, whatever happens, happens," you shrug with one shoulder. "I'll let you know if I want to slow down or stop," he nods and drops his back onto the mattress. Your form following his as he presses a kiss into your lips. Another smack is laid on your ass and he quickly spins you around so that you are under him. Your legs unfold from under you, the weight of his body on yours a comforting feeling. Your legs wrapping across his back. Pulling him down closer to you, his clothed cock rubbing across your core. A small growl vibrates within is throat as he grinds down into you.

You disconnect from him and begin kissing down his chin, down his neck, sucking at the sensitive skin. He finds solace in the crease of your neck, face buried in your hair. He breathes deeply as you pull at his hair, your hands venture down from his hair. Running over his neck, down his chest. Ghosting over his abdomen and slipping up under his shirt. Rubbing your fingers sternly over the bones protruding from his hips. Hands skimming over the fern tattoos that you know adorn themselves on his skin. He lets out a shaky breath as your hands continue to explore his body. Your head now dropped onto the mattress, eyes closed and breath shallow.

"Fuck you feel so good against me," he whines into your ear. Pressing himself harder into your center. You let out a wispy moan. He leans up, scootching himself off the floor and stands. Looking down to you, you sit up slowly and snake your hands back under his shirt.

"I wanna see your tattoos," you pout, pulling at the black fabric of his shirt. He smirks and pulls the shirt over his head. Revealing his ink-stained torso. Your hands lay flat against the ferns that poke out from his jeans; The waistband pulled down slightly. His light happy trail thickening as is dives below his waist. Slowly skimming your hands up to the butterfly under his pecks your fingers tracing the lines of the wings, then up the center. continuing with one finger you trace it up the center of his chest and bring your other hand back up. You rub your thumbs over the birds on his chest before slipping the pads of your fingers up and down his collar bones. You look back to his face, his eyes already watching you intently. His hands encapsulate your face, leaning down he places a kiss on your nose. You scrunch it as he pulls away.

"I wanna see you too," his voice husky. You move to take off your shirt, but his hands quickly cover yours and grasp your shirt. Slowly pulling it off your body. As the fabric moves over your face you close your eyes, as he drops the shirt to the ground, he leans back down over you. Your eyes still closed he drops to his knees. He begins placing kisses on your neck, your head falling back. "So fucking beautiful," he whispers as his bottom lip skims across the tops of your breasts. His hands running up your legs, fingers splayed as he travels up. Lightly running them up your sides and waist. Finally grasping at your bra covered chest. The sudden pressure causing you to let out a moan.

"Harry please," you whine out.

"Please what baby?" he asks, pressing soft kisses against your hot skin.

"I don't know I just want to feel you," his hand runs along the band of your bra until he finds the clasp in the back. "Yes, please," you say before he can ask for permission. He smiles against your skin, quickly unclasping the lace clad bra. It falls off your form, he pulls it from your body and adds it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. His mouth covers your exposed flesh. Tongue circling your peaked nipple while his hand comes to play with your neglected breast. Kneading at your skin, You lean yourself down to him.

"So fucking needy," he says before he reattaches to the opposite breast. Your now wet exposed skin tingling in the cold air. Little gasps and whines leaving your mouth as he continues to suck at your skin.

"Only for you," you breathe out. He growls as his teeth nip at you. You let out a squeak and jolt back. He pushes against you, having you lay back flat. Mouth finding your neck, adorning you with more marks. His hand drift to the waist of your leggings and he slips just the tips of his fingers into the fabric. Rubbing his hands back and forth, you twitch up into his touch. "You can take them off," you tell him. He sighs into you. Hands bunching the fabric, coming back to a full standing position as he pulls the black fabric fully from your legs. He then drops down to his knees. Fingers skimming down from your ankles, up your calves. Resting at the inter seam of your knee. Holding onto the flesh of your legs as he looks to you. Your hair splayed on the cream sheets behind you.

"Touch me please," you beg. He runs his finger pads along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You grasp at his hair as he begins to place kisses along the edges of your underwear. "Harry please," you whine, lifting your hips from the bed. He responds with a slap to your thigh.

"Let me explore," he nips at the skin of your thigh. You instinctively try to close your legs. He then takes both hands, wrapping them around the back of your thighs and holding you open. You let out a huff as he begins placing soft kisses along your clothes seam. Almost light enough you can't feel him. "Already so wet," he groans out, as if he is speaking to himself. He then licks a flat stripe against you, not quite enough to touch your depraved clit. You moan out, gripping his hair tighter. Pushing his face to you, his nose bumps your clit, and your hips try to push up to grind into him, but he stops you with the grip he has on your hips. He pulls back and slaps against your pussy, which rips a wail from your throat.

"Fuck Harry please,"

"Stop being a needy little whore and let me have fun," he then hooks his fingers into the gusset of your underwear and all but rips them off your body. He dives back into your cunt. Fingers playing at your entrance as he instantly attaches his mouth to your clit. You writhe off the bed.

"Harry, yes, oh my god," you yell out. His smile breaking the suction he had. "Please don't stop, please, please," You pull tightly at his hair. His fingers finally slip knuckle deep into you. Exploring, searching for that spongy spot inside you. Moans and obscenities falling from your mouth. As he finally presses his fingers to the spot deep inside of you drop your head into the mattress and your legs drop to the sides. Arching up off the bed, he continues pumping his finger in and out of you. Mouth still attached to your clit; you can feel yourself approach your climax faster than ever before.

"Fuck Harry please I'm so close," pushing yourself against his face.

"Come for me baby," he says before quickly attaching himself to you. Teeth grazing your clit causing stars to burst behind your eyes. Your fingers and toes curling and clenching so hard it almost hurts. Broken words fall from your mouth as you whimper and moan. Pleasure coursing through your veins, your heart beating a million miles an hour. "Such a good girl," Harry groans as he begins placing kisses on your trembling thighs. You roll your head to the side as he guides himself onto the bed. Pulling you to his chest as you come down from your high. His hand running up and down your back, murmuring into your ear.

"You did such a good job baby," he presses a kiss into your hair. You open your eyes and look to him.

"Thank you," you smile at him. Which causes him to chuckle.

"You're welcome, I've been dying to do that for years," He then pulls you in for a kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, he pulls your bottom lip in between his teeth as he pulls away.

"Years huh?" you ask.

"Years," he confirms before kissing you again. You just smile into his lips.

"Damn," you mumble against him. He looks at you with slight concern. "You're saying I could've had mind blowing orgasms for years but we were too chicken?" he breaks out in laughter.

"I guess so," once your head is finally clear you look down at your tangled bodies. His pants have been undone; zipper flayed open. Exposing is Calvin Clein briefs that clothe a still very hard member. The outline of the head of his cock pressing against the fabric. You run your finger along rim of his cock, and he lets out a broken sigh.

"It was starting to hurt," he breathes out. Eyes watching your hands intently.

"Aww baby," You condescend as you then palm down the length of him.

"You fuckin, ooh," he trails off into a moan.

"Can I kiss it better?" you ask as you slowly glide down his body. He nods in confirmation.

"Fucking please," he groans, his dick pushing up against your hands.

"I can't wait to taste you," you say as you are eye level with his clothed cock. Pulling at his jeans and underwear. His hips lift from the bed so you can gain access to his untouched skin. His dick springs out slapping against his stomach. He lets out a hiss as your hand wraps around his base. Lifting his dick to your lips, you place an opened mouth kiss against the tip of his cock. Tongue poking out to taste him. A hum like moan leaves his mouth at the contact.

"Holy fuck you feel so good already," his hips jerk up. You then take all of his head into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around him. Slowly taking a little more at a time, bobbing up and down slightly. Wetting his cock slowly. His grasp finds home in your hair pulling at your roots. You moan at the pleasurable burn that sends tingles through your body. The vibrations on his cock causing him to thrust up into your mouth. "Fuck, sorry, sorry," He groans as you pull off of him.

"It's okay," you gasp. Before diving back in and taking him as far back as you can.

"Fucking shit you're perfect," he groans. Eyes screwing shut and his head dropping onto his pillows. His hand stays at the back of your head as you bob up and down on his dick. Taking what you can't fit down your throat in your hands. You can feel him twitch in your mouth, your mouth salivating, ready to taste him explode across your taste buds. Before he finishes, he pulls you off him and lets out a shaky breath. "I wanna feel you," his dick twitches in your grasp. "If that's okay with you?" you nod.

"Yeah, yes, please," He pulls at your hair, you climb back up onto him. Your exposed core sitting on his abdomen. Connecting at the lips again. His hands gripping your hips slowly guiding you to grind against his abs. You whimper into the kiss, his fingers digging deep enough to bruise in the morning. You can feel your orgasm building as you rub yourself on him. His skin becoming wet with your slick. He pulls back from your lips.

"You getting close?" you let out a whimper as you nod. "Come on baby, you can do it. Cum on my tummy baby," he coaxes you as you grind down harder onto him. He lets go of your waist with one hand and slaps your ass. The sting pushing you over the edge. Legs clenching around his abdomen, shaking and whining. His eyes glued to your face, that's twisted and clenched in pleasure. "Good girl, such a good fuckin girl," he growls as you finish for the second time. Your hands find rest on his chest as you collapse into his arms.

"Fuck Harry you're gonna kill me," you sigh as you nuzzle into his neck. He chuckles. Hands kneading your ass.

"At least you'll die satisfied," you place a kiss against his neck.

"Can I satisfy you now?" you joke.

"Of course," he laughs. Turning over so you are under him he hops off the bed. Quickly shedding himself of his pants he turns and begins digging in his dresser. He comes back to the bed. A small foil packet in his hand. He tosses it on the bed beside you. You stand up on your knees and waddle to the edge of the bed. He pulls you into a deep kiss. Hands on either side of your face. You sigh out into him. As he pulls away his thumb runs across your bottom lip.

"You sure? We don't have to if you don't want to," his thumb resting on your lip. You lean down and press a kiss against it.

"I am beyond sure," you smile at him.

"Thank fuck," he wraps his arms around your thighs and picks you up. tossing you back onto the bed. You land with a laugh. Be stays standing looking down on you, lustful look on his face.

"Are you going to fuck me or just look at me?" he smirks and grabs the condom. Ripping open the wrapping and rolling it onto himself without taking his eyes off of you. You look back and forth between his face and his dick. Mouth practically watering at the sight of him. He guides himself over you. Slowly crawling onto you. As he comes face to face with you, he pecks your lips.

"I want your eyes on mine okay?" he questions you.

"Yes sir," you slip. Eyes widening slightly. He smirks at the comment. He moans as his tip teases your entrance. You lift your hips causing his head to slip inside of you. Both of you gasping at the feeling. His hand then comes around your throat. Squeezing slightly at the sides, asking permission. You nod.

"So fucking needy," he groans as he then sheaths himself fully inside of you. He stays buried inside you unmoving. The moan that leaves your body is unlike any noise you've made before. The sheer fullness of him causing your body to vibrate. "Such a tight little cunt," His eyes still locked on yours. "My tight little cunt huh?" you release a little moan. His hand releasing your throat and tapping at the side of your face. "Words baby," he commands.

"Yes Harry, all yours," he then lighly smacks your face.

"Uh uh, that's not my name," His pupils blown with lust. You moan out to him.

"Sir," you whine out. He begins to slowly pull out. "Yes sir, I'm sorry sir," barely escapes your mouth as he fully thrusts back into you.

"Fuck," he drowns out. Slowly dragging himself across your walls. As he slowly fucks you, your moans grow. His tip bouncing off your cervix in the most deliciously painful way. "Fuckin good girl taking Daddys cock all the way," he groans.

"Like it was made for me," you sigh.

"Just for you baby, only yours," you clench around him. His breath faltering. "You keep doing that I'll fucking come," he scolds. His hand snaking in between your conjoined bodies and finding your clit. As he draws slow circles over the bundle of nerves you gasp. The two prior orgasms making you overly sensitive.

"Oh Daddy please don't stop,"

"Come on baby, come for me, come with me," he whimpers. You can feel him twitching inside of you, on the edge. As his thrusts become sloppy you feel your orgasm teetering on the edge.

"I'm gonna come, Daddy, fuck," His eyes not leaving yours.

"Eyes on me, wanna watch you come," you moan out as he thrusts harder. Your vision cloudy with tears as your orgasm washes over you. Your eyes closing as you hit your peak. His hand making harsh contact with your cheek.

"Eyes on me," he releases a frustrated groan. You open your eyes to look at him. His eyes an even darker green than usual. His pupils dilate erasing almost all the color from his irises as he releases into the condom buried balls deep inside you. Gasped breaths escaping his mouth as he struggles to curse out. He collapses onto you. slipping beside you and nuzzling into your neck. You move to wrap your arms around him as his clasp your waist.

You lay together for quite some time before he lifts himself to kiss you. Slow lazy kisses, capturing each other's breaths. As he pulls away and looks back into your eyes, you speak.

"That was pretty good," you shrug. His mouth falls open with offence.

"Pretty good?" he scoffs. "Don't make me fuck you till you can't walk pretty girl. I will fucking destroy you," Before you get a chance to answer he captures your lips in his. You push him off you.

"So sensetive," You laugh, pulling him back in for a kiss. Both of you fighting smiles.

Masterlist

[amomentsescape]

Lol can you do slashers or brahms reaction to an s/o who also has various masks and is a vulture/bone collector saying "this whole time I've been secretly a weirdo, now you're gonna see the true me and you CANT LEAVE" 😂

Brahms with Weird! Reader

Brahms Heelshire x Reader

A/N: Don't get me wrong, I love these specific and niche requests, but I have no idea how to title them :') Please, bear with me for these boring headings.

It's kind of difficult to hide anything from Brahms

Especially when you both are living under the same roof

And when he literally stalks you from the walls 24/7

He keeps his eyes on you constantly

So it's really no wonder that he felt like the needy odd one in this relationship

You literally thought he was a doll during the first few weeks of meeting him

Brahms always thought it was weird how quickly you just accepted the whole situation when he showed himself to you

You didn't even bat an eye and simply smiled, happy that he was real after all

Since then, he had kept an extra close eye on you out of insecurity

I mean, there's no way you were this cool with his odd behaviors and possessiveness

There had to be a catch, right?

This thought continued to linger in his mind for a while until he started to fall into a comfortable pace with you

That was until one night where he fell asleep earlier than expected

He woke up in the middle of the night to see that you weren't beside him

He immediately assumed the worst and jumped out of bed, searching frantically for you

But when he stormed into the living room and saw you sitting in the middle of the floor, a huge array of odd objects surrounding you, he froze

Your head snapped up and you stared at him with wide eyes, a creepy looking animal mask in your hands

Brahms scanned the items around you and saw similar looking masks and even some variously sized bones from animals he could not name

When his eyes finally met yours again, he just saw you looking back, a bit amused

He simply tilted his head in confusion

"I'm surprised you didn't find out sooner," you said

"This whole time, I've secretly been a weirdo. And now that you've seen the true me, you can't leave!"

There was a moment of silence

When suddenly Brahms began to break out into a fit of giggles

If this is the biggest secret you've been keeping from him, he'll happily take it

He wasn't going to let you leave either way, but it was nice to know that you felt the same way about him

At least now he doesn't have much of a reason to keep stalking you from the walls

Except if his mask ever goes missing

[squidwriting]

#4: Guilty

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⇥ Masterlist

⇥ Taglist (hope they're all working!) @ferrari-curse, @solarisstarrsolomonsbeloved, @robertthehoover, @annasnape7, @menabuser16, @swthrtbyeol, @foulbreadpaenut, @earphonejack09, @namelesslosers, @pearl-pool, @ameagrice, @ayyylol, @honeynanamin, @ninglovr, @beebeechaos, @gracesworks, @muscrat112, @androgynous-lady

⇥ Pairing Hwang In-ho x fem!reader

⇥ Warnings Spoilers for Season 1 & 2, angst, violence, graphic descriptions of injuries & death

⇥ A/N: Almost got emotional there. 👀😂

⇥ [#3] | [#5]

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"How could you?"

Gi-hun's voice was low as you approached the small group that hat once again gathered at their usual spot after collecting their small dinner. "We lost by one vote. One vote. If you had pressed the red button, then-"

"Wow, stop right there," you cut him off, raising your hand. "First off, I don't need to tell you why. Second, if you want to give someone shit for this... give it to Jung-bae, your twice-as-righteous friend. I've had an O on my chest since the beginning. He changed his vote."

In-ho listened silently, biting back a smirk. Despite everything that had happened to you, you had not lost your confidence and quick-wittedness.

"Fine," you sighed in response to Gi-hun's glare. "I'll keep my distance."

"Don't," In-ho answered quickly, grabbing your wrist to keep you from leaving. "There's no use in arguing about our votes anyway. Let's just... focus on whatever is going to happen next. Okay?"

Dae-ho pulled Jung-bae back as well. The older man stumbled over his words, apologizing and explaining his vote, hoping to make the whole situation less awkward. You sighed and sat down, unpacking your food slowly. It was not much, but it would be enough to not have anyone go to bed hungry.

Silence settled over the five of you; a thick and suffocating silence, only interrupted by the occasional argument being thrown around the dormitory. You swallowed thickly, contemplating whether or not you should break the silence. It was risky to pry, but part of you was either curious... or just desperate to talk to your husband.

"I'm sorry you can't go to your wife now," you said quietly, taking another bite of your bread. You felt like shit saying those words - but the silence had been even worse.

"Not to worry," he answered after a short moment, a strange sense of melancholy seeping into his words. "She wouldn't know anyway."

Before you could say anything, the already well-known female voice announced the end of the day through the speakers. Gi-hun had suggested that you would all stay together from now on, even during the night, taking turns in keeping watch. All of you settled in quickly. By the times the lights went out, the dormitory was eerily silent.

Dae-ho was fast asleep.

Jung-bae and Gi-hun talked and laughed quietly about something.

In-ho was quietly staring at the ceiling.

And you were quietly staring at In-ho.

"Will watching me help you fall asleep?" He smirked, looking at you from the corner of his eyes. You were unable to suppress a small smile. "Maybe," you whispered, rolling onto your side. "Compared to everyone else around here, you always seem so calm and collected. Like a haven of peace."

He chuckled quietly, before a deep sigh escaped him. "That's what my wife used to call me, too."

"What happened," you asked, scooting a bit closer to him, "if... you don't mind me asking?"

In-ho stayed silent, his eyes finding the distant ceiling again, as he drifted deeper and deeper into his memories.

"It was... a warm, sunny day in late July. I was just finishing up some paperwork for my boss, so I could leave early. That day.... we had been married 15 years. I had planned a surprise for her. And then... I got a call from the hospital."

You swallowed thickly, settling into a more comfortable position. You knew your story obviously... but you never heard In-ho's side of it. Part of you was curious - the other part terrified.

"She got hit by a truck. Didn't even see it coming."

"I'm sorry," you whispered, biting back words of protest. Like a mantra, you reminded yourself to not interrupt or correct him. Let him talk. You know nothing.

"And... she's still in the hospital? Four months later?" 

In-ho nodded slowly. "It's a severe case of retrograde amnesia. She doesn't remember anything that happened before the accident. The doctors are doing everything they can," he inhaled shakily. In the dim light, you could see tears welling up in his eyes. "But there's only so much they can do, and they're not... too optimistic anymore."

"Damn," you whispered, rolling onto your back. 

"If only I had taken the day off."

In-ho's words barely reached your ears. His voice was small, too small for a man of his caliber. "What?" you looked at him, confused by his statement. He huffed lightly before speaking up again. 

"I promised her on our last anniversary. I promised to take the day off. I didn't. If I had, she wouldn't have been out on the road, getting run over like that." 

You took a deep breath, collecting your thoughts. Memories - long forgotten - flooded your consciousness. "My god..." you whispered, remembering the fight you and In-ho had the year before your accident. What was supposed to be an amazing anniversary for you two, ended in one of the loudest and nastiest fights you two ever had - in all those years you had known each other. 

A realization hit you as more new found memories came to light slowly. 

"You two had a fight on the day of the accident, didn't you...?" 

A single tear escaped In-ho's eye, glistening in the soft light. 

 "That's why I need that money," he whispered, slowly looking over at you, "to get her the best possible treatment. When she gets her memory back - even if she doesn't want me anymore - I need to tell her-"

Another tear rolled down his cheek, and a heavy lump in his throat kept him from talking. Your heart clenched painfully. Had he carried this heaviness, this unnecessary guilt with him all these years? 

Had he not told anybody?

Or had no one told him how cruel he was being to himself by beating himself up over something that was not his fault? 

In a moment of unexpected boldness, you reached out and gently wiped his tears off with your fingers. It was electrifying to touch him like this again - after all these long years. The tips of your fingers tingled pleasantly, and you could not keep yourself from cupping his cheek gently. 

"You shouldn't carry this weight on your shoulders," you whispered, your thumb gently stroking his cheek. "I'm sure... your wife wouldn't want that. Take it from someone who lost her memory as well," you chuckled lightly, "we don't worry about the bad things that happened before the incidents. We wonder about all the great things we have forgotten. We long to remember the happy times, the joyous things that made us who we are, and that formed our bonds and relationships."

"And you should, too. Why beat yourself up over something that was out of your control? The only thing you messed up was to not stick to your promise... which, I guess, would have been resolved with an apology, flowers, chocolates, dinner in her favorite restaurant, and great sex. In that particular order." 

In-ho was unable to suppress a small chuckle at your words. 

"Everything else was not your fault... was it?" 

Slowly, you pulled your hand away again. You were treading on dangerous territory now, the urge to tell him everything growing with each passing minute. But who knew how he would react? 

How would you deal with the situation going forward anyway? You could not live a lie forever, even if you made it through the last remaining days in this facility. 

"Thank you," he whispered after a few long moments. 

Once more, silence settled over the two of you - but it was not as heavy and tense as before. 

"Try to sleep," he mumbled, carefully scooting a bit closer to you. "I'll keep watch."

You hummed, curling up on your side. "Jung-bae and Gi-hun already do. You should catch some sleep as well."

"It's fine," he smiled, "I'm not tired anyway." 

Surprisingly, you drifted off to sleep fairly quickly. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was the familiar feeling of sleeping next to your husband that you had come to miss over the past months. 

Whatever it was, when soft lips placed a gentle, loving kiss on your forehead, you were already fast asleep.

"Sleep well, my love," In-ho whispered, nuzzling against you carefully, inhaling your scent. The storm brewing within his heart and mind was still raging.

But with you so close to him, he did not hear the roaring thunders and howling winds. 

[blossoming-mind-palace]

How do you think Cheong Myeong would react to learning s/o is pregnant? Would he be shocked, frozen standing still🧍‍♂️or fall down face hitting the floor! Or would he be vocal about it? He likes how? I’m too ol- remember he young man again 😂

Also how would he be with pregnant s/o during her pregnancy. I can imagine how protective he be like if anything happened to her and the baby then I’am going to do lot more than busting heads and no one would be able to stop me.

Thanks for asking this. I love talking about dad Chung Myung.

Chung Myung with a pregnant s/o headcanons (sfw)

- Everyone just hears him yell “HUH!?” And he'd stare with his mouth open for a few minutes. Mostly just shocked bc he's this old and is just now becoming a dad. 

- “What do you mean I'm having a kid when I'm over 80 years old!? That should be near imp- oh wait I'm not physically 80. Should've seen this coming.”

- After he calms down, his reaction would vary depending on his s/o. If they're upset, he'll be supportive, and if they're happy, he's happy.

- But yeah he'd be really protective. His s/o can't fight right now, so he always has his eye on them just in case. Hell would break loose if someone accidentally hurt them by like idk bumping into them. 

- Was it an accident? Yeah, but that person could've avoided bumping into his pregnant s/o, so it's still their fault and he's going to bust their head.

- Would be in a bad mood and on high alert for the next few weeks until his s/o somehow gets him to relax.

- Talks to their stomach when his s/o is asleep. I feel like his kid would move around a lot while in the womb, so he'd probably tell them to stop kicking their parent, too.

- He whispers stuff like “I know you want to be a strong fighter like your dad but PLEASE stop kicking around you're hurting your parent.”

- The pre-parental panic kicks in halfway through the pregnancy. Besides his seniors in his previous life, he hasn't seen a lot of examples of parenting, so he ends up questioning himself. Like “Will I even be a good parent? Will my kid hate me? Am I doing this right?” 

- Like the same insecurity that most new parents have, but amplified.

- Says he didn't cry when his child was born (he did a little bit)

- He's just so overwhelmed. After all of the shit he's been through, he's finally got something good going on thanks to his s/o, their kid, and his found family.

[love-me-satoru]

Stop it..

pairings: Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader

warnings: somnophilia (kinda not really) , teasing, fingering, slight bratting/ taming, squirting, daddy kink….

a/n: YALL! I really asked yall who to write about i guess it’s good i hit my roots 😂thank you guys for giving me some sort of attention. i love you all ❤️

When he’s half asleep silently begging for you to get closer. both laying there when you feel him pressing up against you. His arm wraps tightly against your waist tugging you even closer to him.

“Please..”

you’re truly half asleep but love your significant other and never minded him using you as a toy. he’s rock fucking hard pressing hard against your ass when his hands runs around your waist ,slowly running his hand around your swollen nipple. soft moans falling quietly from your pretty little lips.

“God you’re so fucking pretty..”

“Stop teasing me please..”

“anything for you my sweet little thing..”

He’s so fucking quick with his hands pulling your shorts and your soaked panties down off of you in one swift movement. The cold air colliding with your bare cunt. your whole body shakes. His fingers ghosting by your swollen clit. Gliding through your folds watching your face twitch after every touch. The rough callus of his thumb pushes right on to your cunt. Your ass pushing even harder again his cock. a raspy groan comes from your lover his free hand running up and down your hip slowly teasting your cunt with fingers.

“my god baby.. you’re so wet for me.”

He’s slowly laying you down flesh on your back as he sinks one of his thick fingers deep inside kiss the sweet spot deep inside you.

“holy fuck!!”

as you’re slowly starting to push yourself up to the head of the bed. When he pulls his finger out and wraps his big hands around your ankles pulling you back to him.

“Where do you think you’re going princess? Is it too much for you baby” his fingers ghosting your cunt again.

“Stop being mean to me!”

“Oh my sweet girl Imma do whatever i want to this pretty little cunt right?”

You’re wide awake by now every ounce of sleep has disappeared due to this monster that’s at the foot of the bed staring down at you with the darkest fucking eyes just ready to devour you from head to toe. His cock is heavily straining against his boxers. A small patch of precum leaking at the tip. he’s slowly stroking over his boxers letting out soft moans and grunts. Just watching him tease himself is making you a huge fucking mess. Your legs is spread wide open ,your cunt tightening around nothing. His eyes fell to your soaking cunt. His hand running through your folds again. and leaves a stinging slap against your cunt.

“I expect an answer brat.”

“Yes sir!”

“There’s my good girl.”

You’re staring at him drooling all over yourself while you watch him finally pull down his boxers. his hard cock slapping against his stomach. His head is angry red leaking so beautifully. A loud whines comes from you. As he grabs his cock and slowly taps your clit harder every single time.

“You’re so fucking cute under me princess..”

Your whines got louder. You started squirming. but his teases get rougher, not sure on how much more you can take on. One of his hands ran up to your tits playing with both in one hand. Moans falling louder when he grips your tits. his cock in his free hand as he slowly starting to ease into your tight cunt. Then slowly pulls out.

“Ugh!”

He let go of you. Staring down at you. His cock still in hand.

“What wrong baby? you didn’t get what you wanted?”

You rolled your eyes and turned your head away. His hand was quick to make it around your throat making you look at him.

“You’re not going to be a brat. If you want something what do you say princess?”

“I ask for it..”

His grip around your throat tighten ever so slightly.

“Please fuck me.. Please.”

“I don’t know princess.. If you can barely handle my fingers.. how are you going to handle my cock baby?”

“Like I always do daddy!”

His eyes turned fucking feral. His hand wrapped around your throat squeezing ever so slightly. Yalls fronts are push together as his lips start tracing up your neck leaving small bite marks along you.

“God.. baby you’re so fucking perfect.”

“Thank you daddy”

A small chuckle comes from your pretty little lips. His hand never left your neck. slowly kissing down your sternum as he’s letting go of your neck slowly gliding his hand down to your perfect tits. catching your perked nipple between his index finger and thumb pulling a soft moan from you.

“Give me more baby please..”

He wraps his mouth around your other nipple while the other one is still being played with. Moan after moan is coming from you. He slowly settling his knee in between your legs. You didn’t realised how aroused you really were until your cunt made contact with him.

“It’s okay baby. Looks like im doing something right.”

You felt your face turn bring red. Burning from embarrassment. His eyes met yours. his hand reaches out to your chin to make you look at him.

“You are perfect the way you are. Don’t forget that princess.”

as you’re still trying to hide your face from him his hand stops you completely dogging your other hand then he’s pressing his lips against yours. It’s not like you can really go anywhere with him pressing you up against the mattress.

“God you’re so fucking pretty”

His lips trailing your neck soft kisses being left behind as his hands roamed to your hips. He meets your eyes again. seeing the slight blush on your face.

“You’re gonna be the death of me baby..”

His lips met yours once again as you whine out.

“What does my pretty girl want”

“I want your cock daddy please..”

He sat on the edge of the bed pulling you into his lap straddling him. Your face went straight to the crook of his neck. he’s placing soft kisses on the side of your head.

“Why are you hiding from me baby?” All he heard was random mumbles.

“Princess look at me.”

You shoved your face deeper into his neck whining against him.

“Don’t wanna..”

“Okay princess..” His hands slowly start roaming your thighs wrapping around the curve of your ass. Giving it a tight squeeze. You tried to silence yourself because you were a little embarrassed. The muffled moans. Now he sees it as a challenge and he’s going to win.

“What are you doing princess?”

“Nothing..”

“Mhm.. I can’t hear you baby.”

You quickly raise your head not even looking at him. mumbled another “nothing” and he just looks at you.

“it looks and sounded like you were trying to hide your noises from me. And what do i tell you about that?”

“To not to..”

“That’s not right baby what do i really say..?”

“That.. Ugh!.. That my noises are too pretty to be kept away from you.” a heavy pout on your face. You kinda hate when he makes you say it.. But you also know he hates when you force yourself to be quiet..

“That’s right pretty girl.” His hand ghosts over your pretty little ass as he gives you a firm smack causing you to yelp. “Now you’re gonna apologize to me baby and give me all you’re pretty little noises yes?”

“Mhm.. Yes daddy” a pout still firm on your face.

His index finger and his thump grab firm on your chin making you look him directly in his pretty blue eyes that you always somehow get lost in.

“Lose the little pout or you’re not gonna have a fun night.”

Your eyes shot open staring right at your loving but right now scary looking boyfriend. your face dropped so quick a smile formed on his face and it didn’t seem evil. But his eyes told a different story. His eyes are completely burning into you. You can feel yourself dripping all over yourself again. His hand snuck its way to your front barely gracing your clit causing you to jump slightly.

“So reactive..” his voice raspy, staring down at you.

His middle fingers found its way into your soaking wet hole while his thumb is placed firmly on your clit pushing down. Causing you to yelp out and your hands wrapped firmly around his wrist. His eyes locked on yours immediately.

“Oh no pretty girl what do you think you’re doing?”

“It’s too much!”

“For you? it’s never too much.”

He slips in another finger. And starts pumping his fingers roughly into you. Your hands fell from his wrist going to grab the bedsheets to somehow ground yourself when loud moans come from your mouth. Your cunt tightening around his fingers.

“Gonna cum princess?” his pace never stopping.

“God yes! Please daddy! Please let me cum!”

A smirk on his face formed when he pulls his fingers completly out of you. Just to watch your body thrash against the bed. Your cunt on full display for him watching your abused little cunt clench around nothing.

“What the fuck! I was so close!”

The dark chuckles that came from him shut you up immediately. Just silently watching him stand up. You see his cock rock hard leaking all over himself.

“You think it’s fair baby that you get to cum all these times but i have yet to?”

You nod your head.

“Words little girl.”

your eyes met his he meant business now. “No sir..”

“Good, Now you’re gonna let me fill this pretty little pussy as much as i want right princess?” as he lines his cock up with your pretty little hole slowly pushing himself inside you fully sheathing his cock deep inside you.

“Yes sir!”

“Good girl..”

Then he just starts railing against you. His balls just slamming into your ass, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust. Moans turn into screams every single time his cock thrusts out of you. his eyes attaching to the milky ring forming at the base of his cock. Your cunt gripping his cock so tightly. He's so fucking close, his pace speeds up His hands hold your hips so tight you know there's going to be bruises later. Soon after he's filling you up, breeding that cunt of yours as you're squirting on him. His hips finally slow down. Heavy breathing from both of you. His cock still nuzzled deep inside of you. Still twitching. Still hard as ever.

“What a pretty little mess you are. I can’t wait for more princess..”

[youmeandthestarsss]

🩵Astrology observations

🪬Juno/Lilith aspects in the natal chart indicate there’s something taboo about the natives marriage or marriage partner… (class difference, race difference, wide age gap, etc.)

🪬Mercury in gemini in the fire houses (1,5,9) of one’s natal chart like fast cars

🪬Scorpio’s are more passive aggressive than Libras. I had a best friend with 5 of her planets in Scorpio and let me tell you….😂

🪬You typically get the sign or opposite sign of either your parents sun sign or rising sign (i.e if someone mom is a cap rising the child may end up getting a cap sun or cancer sun or if someone’s dad is a Gemini sun the other child may get a Gemini or Sagittarius sun)

🪬Watch out for mercury opposite Jupiter in synastry. This aspect in synastry can cause lots of arguing to where the two just don’t see eye to eye. The persons way of thinking (mercury) conflicts with the other persons belief system (Jupiter).

🪬And since we’re on the topic about Jupiter… also watch out for Jupiter conjunct/opposite mars in synastry as well. Jupiter talks about expansion whilst mars is about explosion. This aspect has the potential to cause lots of arguments as well as unpleasant emotions that can make the relationship become toxic overtime.

🪬Sun square moon in someone’s natal chart indicates that their parents had different parenting styles

🪬Sun square moon in someone’s natal chart can also mean that the child lived at each of their parent’s homes at different times

🪬The only personal planets in the 12th house that can indicate the native was shy or introverted in their younger years are sun, moon, and mercury. Those planets have a much more greater impact on the natives social life because they are much more personal to you than Venus, Mars, Jupiter…etc.

🪬I see this a lot of times in people charts, but if your 7th house ruler, Juno, or even planet sitting in your 7th house aspects both your sun and mercury, your future spouse will have their sun and mercury in the exact same sign regardless of what sign it’s in

🪬My chart ruler falls into my 7th house and there are times where I find myself acting passive aggressive or indecisive, just like a libra. 😂

🪬People with prominent 12th house placements may have issues falling asleep. That’s because their minds are more open to receiving at night. I don’t really know why it’s just so hard to shut our minds off

🪬Chiron conjunct or opposite Venus in the natal chart imo is one of the hardest placements to have. Venus talks about our self esteem and as well as beauty and Chiron talks about where we’ve been wounded or hurt. I have and know somebody with this aspect and it’s like we’re always at war with our appearance and always find something about ourselves that we think other people are judging us for. As someone with this aspect, there’s a lot I could say about this placement 🫠

[silenzahra]

🫧 Bubbles of love 🫧

Exactly one year ago, a very special game was released for the Nintendo Switch:

🫧 Super Mario Bros Wonder 🫧

And it's a game that I loved and enjoyed so much, that I decided to write a little something to celebrate it! 🎂

As I mentioned here, I came up with this idea when I was trying to fall asleep a few nights ago and wrote it in one go the following evening. Don't even ask me how, because I always take FOREVER to write a story, but in this case, and as shocking as it sounds, this story is short.

Yes. You read it right: short. Again, I don't know how, but without setting a precedent, I was able, for once, to write a story that is actually short 😂

Anyways, thank you so much to those of you who reacted to the aforementioned post to try and guess what this story might be about! You're about to find out... and I'll just say a few of you got it right 🤭 (And those who didn't, you gave me amazing ideas... I may or may not be taking notes for the future 🤭📝)

I hope it's okay that I tag those of you who showed interest, as well as some folks who I believe might enjoy this 🥰 Of course, if I'm wrong, you're more than free to ignore this post, and please forgive me for bothering you 😅

@megamagimugi @pepperycar @peaches2217 @bberetd @itsavee4117 @coffeecat1983 @doodleydoo101 @stripetkattelalala54-gf (no rush at all of course! Take your time 🥰) @smokszyvverstar @eleventhhourfactor @marioandluigi1983 @c-lavanda @zocchini37 @teegeeteegee @akiiame-blog @dragon-fly34 @supergay-64

EDIT: @pinkcreamypeach adding you to the list in case you're interested! 🥰💖

My beloved big sis @vulpixfairy1985 deserves a special mention, as you'll find a part in this story that might remind you of her beautiful story A moment together 🤭🎈 Thank you so much for giving me permission to do so, dear sister! 💖

Without further ado: enjoy! 😄🫧💖

As always, you can continue reading under the cut! Likes, comments, kudos, reblogs and any kind of feedback is always more than welcome! 🥰💖

🫧 Bubbles of love 🫧

Mario can't stop looking at Peach.

He’s been staring at her in rapt attention for a while now. Specifically, since he’s seen her touch the Bubble Flower that has caused her familiar pink dress, which suits her so well and which Mario adores dearly, to turn a shade of purple, though not a very dark one. Peach has immediately begun to throw bubbles to catch the enemies that were stalking them, facing them without hesitation, bravely and keeping every bit of her characteristic elegance untouched.

And Mario has confirmed, once again, that he’s absolutely and irremediably in love with her.

Now, fortunately, the road they’re following is completely clear. They’ve all stopped to rest together in a clearing in Pipe-Rock Plateau, and Peach, her power-up still on, is sitting on a rock and chats absentmindedly with Toadette. Mario is not even aware that he’s smiling wider than ever as he watches her; he’s just reveling in her infinite beauty, her long golden hair and deep blue eyes that resemble two sapphires, and her gestures and expressions, never lacking in sweetness and demureness.

Mario suddenly finds himself lost in thought, his mind filling with the moments they shared together on their first visit to the Flower Kingdom a year ago. How much Peach was surprised when the Piranha Plants started singing, just before she started smiling and clapping as she let herself be carried away by the music, being the first of the whole group to do so. The various races with their friend Wiggler, with whom they had such a great time, despite the dangerousness of some of the places they ran. The unexpected Halloween-themed party they stumbled upon when they arrived at Fungi Mines. How Peach liked to chase him as they dived into Petal Isles, making reaching the finish in the watery areas a fun and always healthy competition. The catchy and lively music with which the Ninjis greeted the whole group when they arrived at their hidden disco in Sunbaked Desert and how Peach enjoyed jumping to the rhythm of their melody.

The wonderful feeling of flying away clutching his cap while Peach did the same at his side, which gave them the opportunity to share a brief moment of complicity and fun that belonged only to them.

A sigh escapes Mario's lips. What he’d give to relive all those moments with his beloved princess just one more time.

What he’d give to muster the courage to go one step further and declare his love to her at last.

A loud laugh startles him and brings him back to reality. Puzzled, he turns his head in search of the source of the laughter. He smiles immediately when he notices Daisy, who, not much farther away, pulls Luigi's hand, who is also laughing, although a little more shyly and nervously. Mario notices that both of them are also using a Bubble Flower, as evidenced by Luigi's pink shirt and hat and his green overalls and Daisy's purple dress. A sudden memory assaults Mario's mind: his little brother, completely blushing, confessing to him, without looking him in the eye, that he loves how well Daisy looks in purple, as according to him, it matches perfectly with the yellow of the edges of her skirt and with her auburn hair. And, besides, it's her favorite color.

Mario's smile is full of tenderness as he watches his beloved little brother being carried away by his fearless princess. Daisy is creating bubbles incessantly and, without letting go of Luigi's hand, she starts bouncing on them, dragging the younger plumber along with her. Mario watches them while he remembers another special occasion: that time when, after taking Luigi to Sarasaland in his Odyssey ship, he began to create bubbles near the princess' balcony to invite her and Luigi to share a moment together. Mario recalls how much fun they both had, holding hands as they danced on the bubbles, the purest and most primal happiness radiating from their every gesture and face.

Mario couldn’t be happier that they’ve decided to recreate the scene they shared back then, this time being in charge of creating the bubbles themselves. Tenderness dances in his chest as he witnesses how his twin, despite his initial insecurity and reticence, gradually gains more confidence, no doubt infected by Daisy's boldness and the self-assuredness she gives him. Mario’s heart fills with joy when a laugh finally bursts from Luigi's lips, showing that all traces of fear have been buried under layers and layers of fun and bliss.

With dreamy eyes, Mario watches as, in a matter of seconds, Luigi and Daisy are dancing in the air, holding hands and surrounded by bubbles that seem to be in tune with their movements. A giggle escapes Mario as Luigi spins Daisy around and then holds her around the waist, Daisy's arms around his neck. His little brother is quite a ladies’ man.

A soft giggle then reaches his ears. Mario's attention is immediately diverted to Peach, who, like him, looks at the couple and seems touched by the happiness they radiate. It is at that moment, watching the princess cover her mouth with her hand, always so restrained, with her golden hair falling in waves down her back and her distinctive heart-shaped bangs crowning her forehead, that Mario gets the idea.

He doesn’t miss a beat and starts turning everywhere. Fortunately, his search soon pays off: not far away, at the other end of the clearing, he spots a block that, he hopes, hides a Bubble Flower. He rushes to it without a second thought, but on the way, he’s assailed by the possibility that it’s an Elephant Fruit or a Drill Mushroom. What will he do then? His plan will only work with a Bubble Flower... Although there might be something he can do for Peach if he finds himself transformed into an elephant. After all, he's pretty good at improvising.

He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he reaches the block and looks at it while giving himself a few seconds to catch his breath. His fate is locked inside that bright yellow box with a white question mark inscribed on it. His mind tries to come up with ideas, options that he could carry out in case he doesn't receive the desired power-up, but Mario has never dealt well with uncertainty.

So, without further thought, he jumps up with his fist in the air.

A beautiful flower with a pink center in which two black eyes gleam, surrounded by purple petals which, in turn, are encircled by other petals, these of a snowy white, welcomes him.

Mario laughs and lets out a shout of victory before jumping back up, hand outstretched to touch the flower at its very center. As soon as he does, he notices how his body absorbs the power-up and performs a small spin in the air as his clothes change color, his blue overalls turning red and his shirt and cap turning pink. Before he hits the ground again, he’s already created his first bubble.

Satisfied, he quickly turns around and makes sure that Peach hasn't noticed anything, as she has resumed her conversation with Toadette. A little further on, Mario is surprised to see that, among the bubbles, Luigi and Daisy are now dancing closer than ever, their mouths very close to touching. He looks away immediately; even though they’re in a clearing with their other companions, he understands that this is a very intimate moment for his brother and the princess of Sarasaland. He tells himself that he has to remember to congratulate Luigi later, but not before teasing him a little as any good big brother would do.

Determined, Mario stands with his back to everyone and begins to carry out his plan. First he creates a huge bubble to serve as a base, and on both sides of it he places two others, also very large. He has to stifle a giggle as he realizes that he’s inadvertently formed a head that reminds him of a certain very famous mouse whose tone of voice is quite similar to his, or so he has always been told. He doesn't think there are that many similarities, but he's gotten used to the jokes.

He shrugs and continues with his task. He continues to blow and originate large bubbles that he places in the appropriate positions and climbs through them as his creation takes shape. He has no idea how long it takes him, but during that time, short or long, only he and his plan exist. He completely forgets where he is and who is around him. He can only recreate in his mind Peach's beautiful face, the living image of grace and pureness, as he works tirelessly. How will she react when she sees what he’s done? Will she be very surprised? Will she be happy?

Will she be... horrified?

Suddenly it occurs to Mario that, perhaps, what he’s doing is too bold, too obvious. He may indeed be taking a big risk. With his hand outstretched and about to blow yet another bubble, Mario thinks for a few seconds. Should he stop? Should he go on? What if it's too much?

However, he immediately shakes his head. He knows he wants to do it, no matter what, and that nothing could stop him. Not when resolve courses through his veins like a fast-flowing river and floods every corner of his body.

Besides, he loves the power of creating bubbles, bouncing on them and feeling himself fly higher and higher, and what better way to finally take the step of expressing his feelings for the princess of the Mushroom Kingdom than to use them?

Mario forces the torrent of tremendous thoughts that appear in his mind to stop and ignores the rapid beating of his heart. Firmly, he finally blows and creates a new bubble with which to perform his plan, and skillfully directs it to the point where he wants to place it.

Whatever happens next, Mario is willing to take the risk.

When, at last, he blows the last big bubble that puts the finishing touch to his work, Mario sits on it with a soft snort, eyes closed, and runs his sleeve across his forehead. He smiles absently and gives himself a few seconds to enjoy the sensation of being high up. There’s not much distance between the ground and where he stands, but it’s enough for him.

When he opens his eyes, however, his serene smile is replaced by an expression full of the most infinite surprise.

At his feet, a large part of his group of friends has gathered. The two Toads and the four Yoshis gaze at his creation with amazement gleaming on their faces. Nabbit is there too, his head tilted back so as not to miss a detail, but the scarf covering half of his face prevents Mario from reading his expression clearly. Even Luigi and Daisy have abandoned their close dance to come closer to watch, and they’re both beaming with smiles full of admiration and eyes shining with enthusiasm. When his glance meets his brother's, Mario smiles sheepishly as Luigi gives him an energetic thumbs-up while winking approvingly.

Next to his twin, Mario spots Toadette, who is clapping enthusiastically, and he waves at her quickly as his brain starts to process that, if she's there, that means...

Indeed, standing by her side is Peach herself, causing Mario's throat to suddenly go dry as his heart skips a beat.

His beloved Peach, for whom he has just built a huge heart made of bubbles.

His beloved Peach, who gazes at the result of his efforts with wide eyes as she covers her mouth with both hands.

His beloved Peach, whose sparkling sapphire eyes meet his own.

Mario is speechless. Are those... tears? He can't tell for sure, as he stands at a certain height, but he could swear he’s seen something glistening in the evening sun on the sides of his princess's beautiful eyes.

To say that his heart is bouncing in his chest would be an understatement.

Embarrassment invades Mario in a sudden surge that sweeps everything in its path. He hadn't counted on having such an audience. He had hoped it could be something private, something to share only with Peach. Of course, considering that the whole group is gathered in the middle of a clearing, he supposes it was too much to ask.

Still, the plumber puts his hand to his mouth and blows again. He sends the new bubble floating gently to Peach's very feet, and she lowers her head for a moment before raising it again, questioning him with her gaze. Despite the insecurity that always floods him when it comes to her, Mario nods, his lips drawing a nervous and somewhat crooked smile, and hurries to blow a second bubble that he also sends down, though at a slightly higher distance than the first one.

And Peach, without taking her eyes off Mario, lowers her hands to grab her purple skirts and begin the ascent.

Mario's heart swells and sings as he notices the wide, radiant smile adorning the pink lips of his beloved princess.

He forces himself to hold back a giggle of joy and keep blowing. His eyes never leave Peach's, who, in turn, can't take her eyes off him. Mario watches as his princess climbs towards him, those deep eyes getting closer and closer, her approaching him as if in slow motion. His rapid heartbeat thunders in his ears, but he’d love to continue living this moment forever, to extend it in time, to never end the sweet anticipation of knowing that, soon, his princess will be with him.

He never wants to stop looking at those eyes, which, as he very well knows, can never, ever have an owner, because of the simple fact that they’re not of this world.

However, sooner than he expected, Mario finds himself having to look up slightly, as Peach has finally reached him. They both gasp slightly, but the princess’ smile is so wide and shiny, brighter than the sun itself, that Mario doubts there can be anything in the world that would be able to erase it. He was about to create a new bubble, his hand outstretched, so instead, he extends his arm a little and offers it to Peach. She lets go of her skirts without a second thought and accepts his hand, her slender, delicate fingers resting gently on his rough, calloused palm.

Mario can hardly believe his luck.

Quickly, he leans to one side and invites Peach to sit next to him in the bubble that closes the heart, which she does with diligence and gracefulness, their hands still clasped together. The instant Mario’s brain registers that his beloved princess has just taken a seat next to him and that their fingers, despite the gloves, remain touching, he feels like he might faint. The outside world disappears completely for him, as does the entire group that continues looking at them on the ground. He barely hears, as if in the background, the voices of Luigi and Daisy as they urge the others to disperse to give the couple some privacy.

At this very moment, only he and Peach exist.

When they look at each other, she seems to want to tell him so many things. Why he has just created an entire heart made of bubbles, perhaps. Why he's invited her up, only her. “You're crazy,” even.

Peach doesn't utter a word, however. She doesn't need to, for her bright, expressive eyes speak for her. Mario senses that they’re communicating, that they’re speaking despite the absence of words, that they’re having a conversation that only they understand, a conversation that springs directly from her heart and reaches into his own.

And yet, despite this, he could never have foreseen what Peach does next.

She raises her hand, causing the touch between them to break. For Mario, it's like having a little piece of his heart ripped out, like his lungs shrinking in size. He will recover, however; for a few precious seconds he’s held his princess's hand between his fingers, and nothing can take away the joy that this brief but intense contact has caused him.

Even so, before he has time to understand what’s happening, Peach's palms rest on his cheeks, so that she’s cupping his face with infinite tenderness. Mario has just short-circuited again, so he’s unable to react. Unless melting inside and feeling his face burning like the fiercest fire counts as a reaction.

And suddenly, with the swiftness of the blink of an eye, Peach's lips land on his.

Mario's heart stops suddenly.

Suddenly he’s no longer there. Suddenly, he’s gone up to heaven and he’s not even aware that he’s done so. Suddenly, his eyes can do nothing but close, his ears cut off from the outside world, his hands rise to rest on Peach's hips with a certain possessiveness that he doesn't know where it comes from, but that he’s unable to contain.

Suddenly, Mario is in heaven and does not intend to come back down.

[winchesterwild78]

The Art of Not Saying "I Love You"

Master List

Characters: Soldier Boy, Ben x Reader, other characters from The Boys

Warnings: Angst, Ben-cause he’s a warning all by himself, language,

A/N: Sometimes I get my best ideas as I’m falling asleep at night. This one came to me last night as I laid in bed. This one is kind of an enemies to lovers. This is the first chapter of a few, not sure how many yet. You never know with me. 😂  This chapter is laying the groundwork for the story, so nothing too bad, yet. 

I do not own the rights to the characters in this story. This does not follow The Boys timeline, and is a work of fiction.

All work is my own, please don’t take it or use it without permission. Reblogs and Likes are always welcome.

Written and edited fast, please overlook any errors. 

Minors DNI 18+

Sitting on the sidewalk with just my phone, wallet and the clothes on my back I cried. My apartment building is now glowing bright orange and red as the firefighters fought the 3 alarm fire. 

My whole world, every possession, was gone in an instant. The fire started a few floors down and of course the sprinkler system was faulty. When we had to evacuate I grabbed what I could carry and took off. 

Sitting on the sidewalk I called the only person I could think of, Butcher. 

“Oi, love. How are you?” A whimper leaving my lips. “Love, what’s wrong?” “It’s gone Butcher, my whole life. Everything is gone.” “What happened?” “There was a fire. The building is gone.” “I’m on my way, love.” 

A few minutes later I looked up and saw Butcher, Annie and Huey climb out of the van. Butcher came over to me and pulled me into his strong arms. 

I collapsed and cried. He lifted me up and carried me back to the van. “Come on love, you’re coming home with us.” I just nodded. 

Walking into the apartment with the three of them I was greeted by Kimiko, Frenchie and MM. At the table I saw Soldier Boy doing a line of coke. 

I tried to look away, but his presence was demanding, even across the room. As he lifted his head and sniffed he made eye contact with me. A little white powder still on his nose. 

I bit my lip and finally looked away when Frenchie called my name. “Mon coeur, let’s get you cleaned up.” I nodded and followed him to the bathroom. 

I could hear Ben’s booming voice through the wall, “I see you picked up another stray, Butcher. Where’d you find this one?” “Shut it, you cunt. She is family and her place just burned down. She’s staying.”

I wasn’t related to Butcher by blood, but he had always been like a protective uncle to me. My boyfriend Tom was intimidated by him at first. So bad he wouldn’t sleep with me. Butcher thought it was hilarious, me not so much. 

Frenchie came back into the bathroom and handed me some clean clothes. An oversized shirt, I was sure was Butchers, and a pair of sweatpants. I thanked him and after he left I jumped in the shower. 

I let the water wash over my body and wash away the ash, smoke and tears as they fell. A few minutes later I was clean, my heart still aching, but I was okay. I survived and the stuff can be replaced. 

Walking into the living room I noticed the apartment was quiet. I found a note on my purse from Butcher.

Y/N,

Ran to get some food. Annie and Huey went shopping for you. Try to relax and we will be back soon. Ben is still there but he’s probably under some woman by now. 

-B

I chuckled at the last line. “Something funny, doll?” The deep voice from behind me sent a shiver down my spine. I turned and was inches from Soldier Boy. His smell, the heat coming from him, was intoxicating. I swallowed hard, “Oh, um, just Butcher.” I bit my lip.

His eyes scanned my body and I felt my heart rate skyrocket. He knew it too, as evident by the smirk on his face. “You okay there doll? You seem a little…flustered.” 

I nodded, “Yeah, this is just my first time meeting you, Soldier Boy.” “Ben, call me Ben.” I nodded, but couldn’t speak. 

He was now inches from me. I could smell the whiskey on his breath. The thoughts swirling in my head and the feeling of his breath on me made me dizzy. 

I tried to step back but stumbled. His strong hands caught me and my body instantly responded to his touch.

I would let him take me right here. God he’s gorgeous and his hands. Damn. What the hell is wrong with me? 

The shrill sound of my phone shattered the silence and pulled me out of my thoughts. My breath hitched as he let go of me with a smirk. 

I grabbed my phone as he sat down at the table to roll and light a joint. I answered the phone. “Hey, Tom. Yeah, I’m okay. No, it’s a total loss. Oh, I’m staying with Butcher and the team. Yes I’m sure. Sure, I can’t wait to see you. Okay, bye.” 

I hung up and saw Ben sitting at the table pretending like he wasn’t listening to my conversation. 

“So, who’s Tom?” He asked, breaking the silence. “Oh, um, he’s my boyfriend. We’ve been dating for a few months now.” He just nodded, but I noticed his jaw got tight. 

About an hour later Butcher, Annie and Huey were back. Annie and Huey bought me some things for the room I was going to be staying in. It was a spare room since Huey and Annie moved in together. 

I was making the bed when I heard a knock on my door. “Hey Y/N, Tom’s here.” Annie smiled. I nodded and walked into the living room. Tom knew everyone except Ben. He was still sitting at the table brooding. 

“Hey baby. I’m so glad you’re okay.” Tom said as he pulled me into a hug and kiss. “You know everyone here except Ben.” I nodded towards the man child pouting in the corner. 

“Ben, this is Tom. Tom, this is Ben, Soldier Boy.” Tom extended his hand to shake Ben’s. Ben put out his hand and took Tom’s hard. He winced in pain and Ben smirked. “Nice to meet you Tom.” Tom pulled his hand back, shaking it, “Yeah, um, you too.” 

I furrowed my brow at Ben. He just smirked. “Come on Tom, let me show you to my room.” I shot Ben a look and I swear I saw pain reflect back.

We walked into my room and I closed the door behind us. As soon as I did, Tom’s lips and hands were on my body. “God I missed you. I’m so glad you’re okay.” I smiled against his lips. 

We fell onto the bed and Tom explored every inch of my body, making me forget about the past 24 hours. 

As we laid in each other’s arms Tom seemed a little off. “Babe, are you okay?” “Yeah, I just don’t know what Ben’s problem is.” “Babe, he’s like that with everyone. Don’t take it personally.” He nodded and pulled me closer to his side. “What do you say to you and I going out tonight. Dinner, dancing, or a movie. Whatever you want.” “I’d love that.” I kissed his lips. 

He started to get up, “Great, I’ll pick you up at about 7.” I was a little confused, “What? You’re not staying?” 

Tom was getting dressed, leaned down, kissed my lips, “No, I have something I have to do before tonight. I’ll be back at 7.” I nodded, feeling a slight pang in my chest. “Okay. See you then.” 

He finished getting dressed and left the room, closing the door behind him. I laid in bed for a few minutes. A little hurt. Tom seemed to swing by for a little bit and then be gone. We always went out or stayed at my place and he never spent the night. Anytime I questioned him he said it was because his roommates were weird about having people over. I understood that, because I had a roommate that didn’t want anyone in the place but us. 

I climbed out of bed, got dressed and went to the living room. “Hey Y/N. I saw Tom left. Everything okay?” Annie asked. “Oh yeah, he had some things to take care of before we go out tonight. Which reminds me, Annie do you think you could take me shopping? I have nothing to wear out tonight.” She smiled and nodded, “Yep I sure can.” 

“Great, I’ll be ready in about 10 minutes.” I said as I went back to my room. Walking down the hallway I walked past Ben’s room. He was in there with the door slightly cracked. I couldn’t help but notice he was standing beside the bed and was grunting. My cheeks flushed red when I realized what he was doing. 

My heart rate picked up and I walked to my room. A few minutes later he appeared at my door with a smirk on his face, “Like what you saw, doll?” My eyes flicked to his, blood filled my cheeks and I rolled my eyes, “No, Ben, and I’d appreciate it if you’d close your door if you’re going to do that. I don’t want to see or hear you.” He stepped closer to me, “Aww why not. I had to endure hearing you and Tom in here earlier. Sounded like he couldn’t satisfy you. Want me to help you out, maybe relieve some of that tension.” 

“What?! Ben, get the hell out of my room. You’re a pig, and for your information Tom can satisfy me.” His smug grin spread on his face and he stepped closer, “You sure about that doll? That man definitely didn’t hit that sweet spot. Want to know how I know?” 

“You’re delusional, Ben.” He stepped even closer, my heart beating wildly in my chest, “I know because I can hear how your heart reacts to me and how it reacted to him. Plus I didn’t hear you cum.” 

My eyes went wide, “What the fuck, Ben! Get out!” I pushed against his firm chest. Trying to push him out of the room. He grabbed my wrist, turned me and pinned me against the wall. His lips ghosting over my neck. “Ben..” My breath quickened and my pulse grew faster.

“Now that’s what I wanted to hear, your lips pleading for me, and your heart beating loudly. Not to mention the arousal I smell between your legs.” I leaned my head back against the wall, moving to the side as his hot breath fell over my neck. I couldn’t help but moan. 

He was right, my body was responding to him, better than it did to Tom. His lips inches from my pulse point, placing a soft kiss to my neck he smirked as I whimpered, then he pulled away. 

He let my hands go and walked out of my room. I stood in a haze. What the hell just happened? Why am I so turned on by him!?

“Y/N, are you ready to go?” I heard Annie call from the hall. I cleared my throat, “Um, yeah.” 

I walked past Ben’s room and saw him sitting on his bed with a joint and a smirk on his face. Bastard. 

Annie and I came back a few hours later with some new clothes for me and I started getting ready to go out with Tom. I still couldn’t shake the feeling I had when Ben touched me. 

I showered and got ready. I wore some jeans, a nice top and some low heeled boots. Annie helped with my hair and make up. 

Walking into the living room where Tom was waiting with Butcher and Huey I smiled softly at him, “Ready to go?” “Yeah, let’s go.” He smiled. “You look beautiful, love.” Butcher said. “Yeah, Y/N. You look great.” Huey agreed. I noticed Ben sitting on the couch, he glanced over then looked away. He cleared his throat and I saw a slight smirk on his lips. 

I grabbed my purse and Tom and I headed out. “So, where to?” “I heard about this really good Italian restaurant a few towns over. I figured there and maybe we could go catch a movie.” I nodded and climbed in his car. 

When I climbed in I thought I smelled perfume, but it was gone just as quickly as I smelled it. There was a woman who walked by as I got in, so I figured it was her. 

He took my hand in his and we drove. Arriving at the restaurant about 30 minutes later, he took me by the hand and led me in. We sat down and ordered food. 

“So how long do you plan on living at Butcher’s?” He asked. “Oh, I don’t know. I guess until I can find another place. Butcher hasn’t put a time limit on it, why?” “I just don’t trust Ben. He seems like he could be a problem.” I touched his hand, “Tom, trust me. He’s not going to be a problem. Besides, I have Butcher and everyone else. They’ll keep him in line.” 

He nodded, “Still, I think the sooner you get out of there the better. Especially for our relationship.” That confused me, “What’s my living arrangement have to do with our relationship? I’m not sleeping with any of them. Why does it matter who my roommates are?” 

“It doesn’t, let’s just drop it and enjoy tonight.” I nodded, but felt something was off. 

Later that night, after dinner, the movie and a few drinks, we stumbled back into the apartment. I was a little tipsy. “Shh we have to be quiet. Everyone’s asleep.” I giggled. “Okay, lightweight. Let’s get to your room.” Tom said as he helped me to my room. As we walked past Ben’s room I noticed the door was closed. My mind instantly went to this afternoon and I felt myself getting aroused. 

As soon as we got to my room I started kissing Tom. The lines between him and Ben in my mind began to blur and I started seeing Ben instead. 

Tom, taking full advantage of my tipsy, aroused state began to undress and so did I. 

“Mmm baby, I need you, please.” I whined as my body ached to be touched. Before too long we were in the middle of yet another session of louder than usual sex. 

Ben laid in his bed, trying to block out the noise. He was getting more pissed with every moan, every squeak of the bed. He growled in frustration as he climbed out of bed. 

I was on top of Tom and his hands cupping my breasts as the bedroom door swung open. “Can you two please shut the fuck up!” I gasped and grabbed the blanket. “Ben, what the fuck! You don’t just barge into someone’s room you fucking asshole.” 

Tom had pushed me off of him at this point, “Ben you need to leave her room, now.” 

Ben smirked, stepping closer, “And what are you going to do about it pretty boy?” I jumped out of the bed with the sheet wrapped around me and got in between them, “Guys, come on. Please. Ben, leave, now! Tom, please let it go.” 

“Hell no! This is what I warned you about. You know what, I’m out of here.” I grabbed his arm, “Tom, no, wait. Let me get my stuff and we can go back to your place.” “Y/N, I already told you we can’t. My roommates don’t like other people there.” 

Ben looked between the two of us and his eyes flashed with something I didn’t quite understand. He left the room without another word. Tom got dressed and left too. 

I sat on my bed, confused, and lonely. Then I was pissed. I was still covered with the sheet and walked to Ben’s room. I knocked. 

“Come in, Y/N.” I pushed open his door and saw him sitting on the bed looking defeated. Venom dripped from my mouth, “Ben, how dare you barge into my room when I’m having sex with my boyfriend. Who the hell do you think you are? How would you like it if I barged in here when you had one of your many women?” 

He smirked, “Oh that would be a dream come true.” He stood and walked over to me, “Why don’t we do that.” I rolled my eyes in disgust, “Fuck you, Ben! For the rest of the time I’m here don’t fucking talk to me or look at me. I’m not your friend, girlfriend or whatever you have twisted in your mind. You stay out of my life and I’ll stay out of yours.” 

Without another word I turned on my heels and walked back into my room. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was angry, but then regret washed over me. Did I really not want him in my life?

The tears that pricked my eyes fell fast and hot on my face. 

I crawled in my bed and cried. Tom left, he didn’t want me at his place. The more I thought about it the more concerned I got. I’d never been to his house. What was he hiding? 

I shook my head, no stop it! Tom cares about me. This is just all the crap going on with Ben.

A little while later I woke up to the sounds of giggles and moans. I tried to ignore it, but it grew louder. I grabbed my clothes and walked into the kitchen to get a drink. 

I could still hear the sounds and knew it was Ben and his latest flavor of the night. As I walked past his room his door swung open and he stood there with a towel around his waist. His toned chest covered in sweat and his hair messed up. 

I saw the woman in his bed, looking completely fucked out and a pang of jealousy ripped through my body. 

“Want to join us, doll?” I scoffed and walked to my room. 

“Go to hell Ben.” I pushed past him and went back to my room. I need to find a new place soon. I can’t live here with him. He’s such an ass.

The next few days the tension in the apartment was suffocating. I spent most of my time between work and looking for a new place. Tom refused to come over and things were strained between us. My focus right now was finding a new place. 

Ben was in and out, a different girl every day and he drowned the rest of his issues in coke and whiskey. Tonight was no different except he brought home two girls. 

I put my headphones on and tried to drown them out. It worked for the most part. I messaged Tom. Desperately wanting to go out but he said he was busy and wasn’t going to be able to chat tonight. I still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. 

I finally fell asleep around 2am. My alarm blaring at 7 to wake me up for work. I went to work, sitting at my desk and tried to block out the sounds coming from Ben’s room and the feeling that there was a wedge growing between Tom and I. 

“Hey, Y/N. Do you want to grab some lunch?” My co-worker Connie asked me. “Oh, no. Not today. I brought my lunch and I’m gonna keep looking for a place to live. Thanks though.” She nodded and left.

I sat at my desk looking through listings and nothing seemed to work. It was either too expensive or just right but not in a great neighborhood. 

Ben was out walking, headed towards Vought Tower when he spotted Tom. He scoffed when he saw him. “Pussy.” He mumbled under his breath. Then he saw it. The thing that sent him into a rage, Tom was walking hand in hand with another woman. Ben crossed the street and approached Tom. “Tom, hey man. What’s going on?” Ben stood towering over Tom with his Soldier Boy suit on. The woman with Tom looked starstruck. “Bben, what are you doing here?” Tom stuttered out. “Tom honey, you never told me you knew Soldier Boy.” 

Ben smiled at her, “Well hello there doll, you can call me Ben. So, how do you know our boy Tom here?” “I’m Vicky, his wife. It’s so nice to meet you.” 

Ben made eye contact with Tom, “Oh, I didn’t know you were married. It’s so nice to meet you too Vicky. How long have y'all been married?” “Yesterday was our 10th anniversary.” Ben scoffed, “10 years, wow. Any rugrats?” Tom looked pale. Ben was seething with anger.

“Yeah, we have a little boy who is 5 and (she placed her hand on her belly) we have another one on the way.” Ben’s jaw clenched, “Wow, congratulations. Well let me let you two get back to whatever you were doing. It was nice meeting you, and I’ll see you later Tom.” 

As Ben walked away his heart broke for me, but he was full of anger. How the hell was he going to tell me about this?

“Hey, Ben, wait up a sec.” Ben heard Tom. “Ben, please don’t tell Y/N. This would break her heart.” “You expect me to keep this from her? That you’re married and have 2 fucking kids?! Fuck you! You tell her or I will.” Tom knew Ben was serious. “Fine, I’ll tell her.” Tom relented. Ben got inches from him, “You better or I will.” 

With that Ben was gone. The weight of what he just found hanging on him. Would you believe him or dismiss him? He sighed heavily. He knew what he had to do. Fuck Tom.  

Later that night the apartment was quiet. You got home from work and everyone was gone, except for Ben. He was sitting on his bed when you walked past. 

You half expected to see a woman laying in the bed, but he was alone. He looked sober too. I walked to my room, removed my shoes. 

Ben stood at my door for a second and cleared his throat. I looked up at him and saw his normally hard, stoic eyes soft and sad. “Hey.” He said softly. “Ben, what can I help you with?” “I was hoping we could talk.” I walked around the room and started packing my stuff.

“I don’t see how talking is going to make a difference. Besides, I'll be out of your way in a few minutes.” His eyes went wide, “What? Did you find a place?” I shook my head, “No, I’m going to stay in a hotel. That way we can stay clear of each other. I can’t keep living like this, Ben. You’re obviously not happy with me being here and Tom won’t come visit me since that night you barged in here.” 

Ben’s heart clenched in his chest. Tom hadn’t told you yet. Ben reached his hand out and cupped my face, “Y/N, please don’t go. I have to tell you something.” I leaned into his touch, my heart raced in my chest. 

“I don’t know how to tell you this, but I ran into Tom today. He was with someone.” I looked at Ben. His voice was soft and calm, but tinged with sadness. “What? Who?” “He was with his wife. They have a 5 year old son and she’s pregnant.” 

I gasped, “What?! Ben, that’s not funny. Why would you say that?” “Doll it’s true. Her name is Vicky and they’ve been married 10 years.” 

I stumbled backwards, “I…I’ve got to go.” I grabbed my stuff and left. The tears fell fast and heavy. Was he telling the truth? What reason would he possibly have to lie to me? Fuck! 

I checked into my hotel and turned off my phone and just cried. I knew something was wrong, but I wasn’t expecting a wife and children. I just needed to figure out how to handle this and of course a place to live. 

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