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pretentious-blonde · 9 hours ago

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pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: you accepted steve’s offer, and he smiles like it’s easy, but beneath the facade, he’s praying you don’t notice how terrifying it is to open up again

warnings: ptsd, anxiety, scars, mention of death

a/n: ANGST. steve is still a huge sweetheart as per!!

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Steve was awake long before his alarm, as usual. Though he liked to pretend he was simply a “morning person,” he knew the real reason.

He always woke up in a cold sweat, heart racing from a nightmare he could never fully recall. It was the same vague sense of running—always running—being chased by something he never let himself name.

He reminded himself that those days were gone.

He didn’t have to run anymore.

He eased out of bed, pushing the sheets away, and moved to the small bathroom. Flicking on the light, he squinted at his reflection in the mirror. The circles beneath his eyes weren’t as dark as they used to be—a tiny victory he attributed to the combination of time, therapy, and intermittent determination.

The government had footed the bill for his sessions as well as securing him a psychiatrist, reasoning that what he’d experienced wasn’t exactly covered by regular services, nor did they want the exposure. His therapist was kind enough and understood that the horrors he experienced were a lifelong journey to recovery.

Slowly but surely, he was finding his footing again.

He’d spent years feeling dislocated from normal life. All that time battling with the fallout from the Upside Down had stolen the carefree spark of his youth, and the constant suspicion that something else might lurk around the corner left him raw.

But recently, thanks to the subtle coaxing of his therapist—and the unwavering support of friends—he’d started picturing a future that wasn’t overshadowed by the past.

He got a stable job teaching, an apartment all his own (no more living under his parents’ roof), and moments of genuine contentment. The kids in his class offered him something pure and untarnished. Something untainted. They had no idea about his history, or the scars he hid beneath his shirt, and that innocence soothed him in ways nothing else could.

He opened the cabinet, pulled out the bottle of medication his doctor had prescribed, and popped a pill into his mouth before taking a gulp of water straight from the tap. A shaky exhale followed.

Today was Sunday. Which meant he was going to see you—something that thrilled him and sent a jolt of nerves zipping along his spine. He dried his mouth on the back of his hand, thinking about how the mere idea of a date used to make him panic.

Now, he actually looked forward to it. Progress.

He called Robin the second he’d gotten home from school, practically buzzing as he told her he’d finally asked someone out. She’d laughed and teased him that “it took you long enough,” but the care in her voice said she was proud of him.

He was proud of himself too.

He had found himself gushing about you—about how you went the extra mile, how you’d insisted on giving him a discount for the kids’ sake, and how your eyes had sparkled with genuine kindness when you raised your hand in his classroom.

He’d felt his cheeks burn just remembering that moment, how you played into the lighthearted fun. There was a tenderness about you that he found himself needing, now more than ever. If anyone deserved a gentle presence in this life, it was him.

He toweled off his face and ruffled his hair, trying to decide if it was a lost cause to style it so early. The nerves fluttered in his stomach, a far cry from the petrifying dread he was used to.

This was a nervousness he welcomed—one that signalled something good might be about to happen rather then the more common alternative.

Making his way to the small wardrobe in his bedroom, he flicked through hangers, considering each shirt, each pair of jeans. He wanted to look casual, approachable… anything but intimidating. It wasn’t as if he’d strolled into your shop wearing a suit of armor, but something in him wanted you to see him as safe.

Maybe it was the teacher in him, or maybe it was the scared kid he used to be, desperate not to give anyone a reason to back away.

His fingers skimmed over a few options before he settled on a soft sweater and a pair of jeans without paint smears or frayed hems. He tugged them on, studying himself in the full-length mirror propped against the wall. The faint scars on his arms peeked out if he rolled the arms too high, and for a moment, he considered covering them.

But he thought about how you’d looked at him—like he was someone worth smiling at—and decided it was okay.

Or, maybe he'd just keep his sleeves down...

He smoothed the jumper, eradicating the wrinkles, and exhaled. As he patted his pockets—keys, wallet—he felt the steady beat of his heart. He wasn’t used to feeling this light about a date or meeting someone new. The last time he’d tried to let someone in, he’d still been carrying too much baggage. Plus, meeting someone new was normally an appointment with doctor or scientist.

But the promise of meeting you felt hopeful.

Like something he deserved.

He arrived early, stomach twisting as he slipped into the small café. The sun was bright but soft, illuminating the polished tables and the row of pastries under their glass display. He chose a seat by the large window—not for the view, not to watch the world pass by, but because he just needed to see the outside.

The habit was bone-deep, second nature after years of too many surprises, too many nights where danger came from behind, from the dark, from the unseen.

If he lied, he would say it was just preference, that he liked the open space, the way the light stretched across the table, but the truth was simpler, heavier—he still hated feeling boxed in.

He needed the open sightlines, needed the reassurance that if something—anything—happened, he’d see it coming. He wasn’t scared. Not exactly. But the fear had settled into him like muscle memory, impossible to unlearn.

Taking some calming breaths, he stirred the coffee he’d already ordered in lazy circles. There was something comforting about the swirl of cream in the dark liquid, a momentary distraction from the knot of nerves in his gut.

He glanced at his watch—still early, but not by too much. On an impulse, he waved the barista over and requested a hot chocolate “to have ready” when you arrived. He hoped you’d like it, but if not, he could claim it for himself and get you something else.

Every so often, he looked up from his mug to peer out the window. Eventually, he caught sight of you, weaving through the passers-by and pausing at the crossing. His pulse spiked.

Suddenly, he didn’t know what to do with his hands. Should he wave through the glass? That might be odd. Instead, he ducked his head, pretending to fiddle with the sugar packets on the table, as though he hadn’t just watched your every step across the street.

When the door opened, he glanced up. The sight of you, cheeks faintly flushed, made his heart do a little flip. You looked around, scanning the tables—your hair bouncing—until your eyes locked on him. As your face broke into a radiant smile, he stood so abruptly that he nearly toppled his coffee, earning a wary glance from the couple seated nearby.

“Hi,” you greeted, stepping forward as he awkwardly leaned in for a brief hug.

You seemed comfortable with him. That was a good sign.

“Hey,” he replied, breath catching in his throat.

“I hope you weren’t waiting too long?”

His face heated. If only you knew how early he’d arrived.

“Oh no,” he lied with a small shrug, “I’ve only been here a couple of minutes.”

“Well, that’s good,” you said. Your gaze drifted to the steamy mug sitting across from his coffee.

“I, uh, got you a hot chocolate,” he said, scratching at the back of his neck. He tried to sound casual, but his nerves betrayed him, and there was a boyish quality to his voice.

“Presumptuous,” you teased, lifting an eyebrow, and he immediately blushed.

“What? Everyone likes hot chocolate.” He sank into his chair.

“Careful,” you teased further. “You might be spending too much time around second graders.”

He would agree with you there.

“Well, kids are usually right about these things.” He let out a short laugh, tension easing in his shoulders. “Especially chocolate.”

With a grin, you held the mug up to your lips, taking a slow sip. The appreciative hum you made was enough to send a spark of pride through him, and he mentally checked off a little “win” in his mind.

This was already off to a good start.

You settled in your seat, and he took a moment to appreciate how easily you seemed to fit into this café’s atmosphere—warm and welcoming like the morning light.

“So,” you asked, “are the kids enjoying their new books?”

“Yeah,” he replied, eyes lighting up. “Love ‘em—kind of surprised at how careful they’re being, too. Usually, I’m taping up ripped pages by now.”

“Seems like they listen to you,” you observed, a gentle smile tugging at your lips.

“Sometimes they do.” He shrugged modestly. “Sometimes, they’ve got a mind of their own. But it’s good—keeps me on my toes.”

Your next question was casual, but he liked the genuine interest behind it.

“How long have you been teaching?”

“Few years now,” he said, gently pushing away the memories that threatened to surface. The path that had led him here hadn’t exactly been simple. “Didn’t go to college right away, and I was kind of drifting. Then I stumbled into a teacher training program, and… here I am.”

It was a more concise version of the truth—just enough to say without letting too many memories surface. Not a lie, but not the whole truth either; he wasn’t about to burden you with that.

“That’s really sweet,” you said softly, a note of sincerity in your tone.

He felt the back of his neck grow warm.

“I enjoy it,” he confessed. “I always remembered the shy kids—how people used to pick on them. Thought if I can give them a good start, maybe they won’t have to worry as much… maybe they’ll carry that with them.”

He meant every word.

He had a soft spot for the quiet kids, the ones who lacked confidence—the ones he used to overlook. Maybe lifting them up was his way of making amends, a silent apology for the way he once treated his own peers. If they could find their footing a little sooner, maybe they’d never have to deal with a kid like he used to be.

It was one of his biggest regrets, and he could only hope he was making up for it now.

Your eyes shone, and he watched the way your features softened at his explanation. The honesty in your expression made his chest tighten in the best way. He swallowed, nerves skittering again. He had to keep reminding himself not to monopolise the conversation with talk of the children, no matter how proud he was of them.

“So,” he ventured, quickly shifting gears, “are you new in Hawkins? Haven’t seen you around before.” Then his stomach lurched as your expression grew thoughtful, more pensive.

“Yeah, I inherited the bookstore,” you said, your tone gentle rather than pained. “My grandmother left it to me in her will.”

Mentally he kicked himself.

Way to go, Harrington.

“I’m—I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“It’s all right, really.” You waved away his concern with a small laugh. “I miss her, but being in that space she loved keeps me close to her, you know? It’s like she never really left.”

Relief washed over him, followed by a deeper admiration. You really were lovely, in that rare way some people are, managing to find the bright side even in the things that hurt. He wasn’t sure how you did it, brushed off something as big as death and still had room for warmth.

He yearned for that—desperately.

He felt more sure than ever that this date had been a good idea. You asked about the day-to-day with his class, and he found himself relaxed enough to share a few funny stories. There were paint smears and paper-mache disasters, random outbursts during quiet reading time, and the occasional meltdown when a pencil sharpened too short.

You giggled freely at his over-the-top reenactments, caught up in the way he threw himself into the story with his whole body. He wasn’t just telling it—he was living it, every exaggerated gesture and animated expression pulling you in.

You could picture his students, enraptured, hanging onto every word as he transformed the classroom into whatever world he wanted. He even did the voices. There was no hesitation, no self-consciousness, just him completely lost in the moment, unguarded and uninhibited, letting it take him somewhere else entirely.

He found himself almost giddy that you were humouring him, that you weren’t just listening but enjoying his retellings. Each chuckle warmed his chest, unfolding something fragile and long-dormant, finally given sunlight. It was a reassurance he hadn’t realised he needed.

He could still make someone laugh. He could still be light, still be fun, still be someone worth listening to.

Eventually, the conversation began to wind down. You glanced at your watch with a regretful sigh.

“I’d love to stay longer, but I have to get back and do some admin stuff at the shop.”

“Oh, yeah,” he murmured, unable to completely hide his disappointment. He toyed with the corner of his napkin, eyes flicking from your face to the door. “Of course, don’t wanna eat up your Sunday.”

“But,” you added softly, your own reluctance clear in your voice, “I’d really like to see you again, if you’re up for it?”

His stomach did a joyous flip.

He had done it.

“Yeah,” he breathed, trying not to sound too eager. “Absolutely—uh—I usually have weekends off, and anytime after five, really—school hours and all.”

“Do you have a pen?” you asked, casting a quick look around for one.

These days he was never without one—always needing something signed or scribbled. He rummaged in his jacket pocket, producing a slightly battered ballpoint.

“Here.”

You leaned over and wrote your number on a clean napkin, sliding it across the table.

“That’s the shop phone. I live right upstairs, so it'll reach me.”

He clutched the napkin as if it were precious—and to him it really was—heart thudding like it did the first time he’d asked you out.

“I’ll call you,” he promised, nodding a few more times than necessary.

You stood, gathering your things, and he quickly rose to his feet as well. With a self-conscious smile, he reached for your jacket, holding it open for you.

“Here—um, sorry… Force of habit.”

You slipped your arms through the sleeves, cheeks flushing.

“Oh?”

“Y’know, recess duty—same motion.” He scratched his cheek. “Sorry that’s weird.”

“Not weird at all.” You giggled, giving him a soft, rosy-cheeked grin that made his heart lurch. “...It’s sweet.”

He walked with you to the door and pushed it open. You paused for a moment on the threshold, peering over your shoulder with one last smile.

“See you later, Mr. Harrington,” you teased gently, and he rolled his eyes with a playful groan.

“See you,” he managed, still reveling in the inexplicable joy that you wanted to see him again.

And then you were off, leaving him in the light of the morning that felt warmer. He slipped back into the café, dropping into his seat with a breathless feeling in his chest. Not wanting to go home just yet, he ordered another coffee. His therapist told him it was good for him to be out of the house.

For the first time in what felt like forever, he realised he’d gone an entire hour without the memories of his past creeping in. No anxiety, no frantic heart pounding from a past he couldn’t escape.

He smiled to himself as he fiddled with the napkin where your phone number was scrawled. Things were looking up for him, and he was already planning what he was going to say when he called you that evening.

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darthwhorecrux · 19 hours ago

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Pssst...there's smut down there 👇🏻

"I don't get jealous," Shinji claimed.

You believed him. After being together for quite some time, he never showed the slightest hint of jealousy. Men approached you, mistaking you for being single, asked for your number, complimented you, asked you out, etc. etc, and all the while, Shinji would grin and laugh each time you told him or even when he was there. He never minded the affection you received from others, and if anything was proud that he was dating such a bombshell. That was all until you were tossing your head back in laughter at something Kisuke Urahara said, clapping your hand over your mouth, eyes crinkled and him smirking satisfactorily as he watched your reaction, side-eyeing Shinji as if to say, "you seeing this? She thinks I'm funnier than you!"

Shinji didn't get jealous, but now watching you laugh at Kisuke's goofy remark, he had nothing but murder on his mind, narrowing his eyes at the green-eyed, blonde-haired shopkeeper and silently daring him to tell another joke. If he got you laughing again, he swore he'd kill him. Who did he think he was, making his girl laugh when that was his job?

You hadn't noticed how mad it got Shinji, not until later that night when he was pounding into you ruthlessly, pinning you down to the mattress and grunting angrily into your ear from behind, "you think he's funnier than me? Think he could fuck this sweet little pussy as good as I do, huh?"

"No, no!" You promised Shinji, crying out as his pelvis snapped against your ass, drilling into you deep and hard. "No one makes me as happy as you do! And no - no one fucks me as good as - fuck - you do!"

It was music to Shinji's ears, having you reassure him in this way. Truthfully, you didn't know he was capable of getting so worked up over the way another guy interacted with you or vice versa. Your laughter was mostly forced. No one made you giggle as hard as Shinji did, and no one certainly fucked you as good as he did.

But if making him jealous meant you were going to get manhandled in this way more often, you may have had to find more ways to bring his jealousy out of him.

He was so cruel to you, slapping your ass shoving his fingers down your throat, pinching your nipples, and it had you cumming around him harder than ever, singing out praises and promises that he was the only man for you. It had him cumming hard too, collapsing over you and pulling you tight against him as he rubbed your sore bottom and peppered kisses all along your face and head.

"I really mean it when I say that no one makes me happy as you do," you told him, drawing invisible hearts onto his chest. "I hope you know that."

"I know," he murmured against your temple. "It just pissed me off - watching that bastard make you laugh so hard. You have the prettiest laugh. I was feeling protective over it, I guess."

"You're sweet, but my laugh sounds like a foghorn," you giggled gently.

"I'm super into foghorns then," he remarked. "Makes my dick hard."

"Kisuke is too," you teased.

"Oh," Shinji said sharply. "You're trying to get your ass spanked again."

"Perhaps," you grinned deviously.

"Bad girl," were the last words he uttered before pulling you into an equally viscous and soft round two, intimately reminding you that you were his and his only.

He still would never admit that he did in fact get jealous from time to time, but you didn't mind. You were grateful to have someone who was as protective and caring as Shinji, and to have someone who made love to you with as much intensity as him. If only he could be you for a day and know how in love with him you were, you were sure he would never feel jealous ever again.

P.S. I love my silly man Kisuke too don't come for me 💚

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varpusvaras · 11 hours ago

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Cody was right where Fox had known he would be.

Fox watched his back for a moment, before he looked at Rex. He was a little paler and a bit more grey than the last time Fox had seen him, and only one of those things had something to do with age. Fox watched for another moment how Rex's chest would rise with his breaths, before he decided that he had stood there silent for long enough.

"Cody."

Cody's back straightened like he had been hit by a lightning. Fox watched as he stood there, for a second, two, five, ten, his whole body rigid, before he finally seemed to regain control of himself and turned around to face him.

Cody looked...

Old.

It was the first thought Fox could manage to think. Tired was perhaps the word that would suit his outlook better, now that he had had the time to think for a moment longer, but it was not incorrect either. The Cody that Fox would see inside his head was like he had been when everything had been good. Tall, proud, brighter than all the suns in the universe.

The Cody standing before him now had more grey in his hair than Fox had ever had, and had the outlook of a man who had spent a better part of the past twenty years in deep sorrow.

Fox looked at this Cody, who looked back at him, with a look in his eyes that Fox knew all too well. He had seen the very same look on his own reflection too many times, after all.

He waited for Cody to decide.

He didn't have to wait for long.

Cody moved. He took a step, then another, his feet picking speed, his eyes never leaving Fox as he walked across the room towards him.

Then he was right in front of Fox, and he wrapped his arms around Fox and held onto him like his whole life depended on it.

Fox held him back just as tight.

They stood there for a long while. Fox did not know what he should say, so he stayed quiet, and for the time being, it seemed that Cody was content on doing the same. It did not bother Fox. This was the Cody that Fox still remembered, the one with arms stronger than all the forces in the Galaxy.

Nothing could last forever, though, and eventually, Fox heard Cody draw in a long breath, as if he was bracing himself, and then he finally stood back enough to look at Fox in the eyes again.

Fox looked back, letting Cody search whatever he was looking for. Fox was the one who had to answer for things, so it was only fair that he let Cody ask all the questions first.

Cody reached up with his hand. His fingertips howered at Fox's temple, hesitating for a few seconds, before he carefully brushed them against Fox's face.

His hands were still warm.

"Your hair is black", Cody said.

"It's dyed", Fox told him. No defining traits to anyone to recognise him by. "I'm still the one who started to look old before anyone else, don't worry."

Cody let out a breathy laugh. It was more like a strangled wheeze, if Fox was being perfectly honest.

"You don't look old", he said. He swallowed hard between his words. "You look...alive."

Something constricted around Fox's lungs.

"Yes", he said.

Perhaps it was the wrong thing to say. Cody shook his head, and then he let it fall forwards, leaning against Fox, and hiding his face at his chest. His back trembled with his next breath.

"You're alive", he said.

Fox nodded.

"Yes", he said. "I'm sorry."

Cody laughed again, louder this time. More shaky, too.

"Don't", he said. "Just...don't. Okay?"

"Okay", Fox said.

This was too easy. Way too easy for Fox, to have Cody to just hug it out like this. Cody deserved everything from Fox, and Fox nothing from him.

Here Fox was, still, just letting it happen, just because he had missed his brother.

They stood there for another moment in silence.

"How?" Cody asked, finally. "Why?"

For this, Fox was prepared.

"I was as good as dead", he said. "In a very, very real way. I failed to comply with Vader's orders, even with the chip telling me to follow every word given to me without question. Maybe I just never was that good of a soldier, after all. He snapped my neck and left me there to die on my own."

He still remembered it, no matter how much he had wanted to forget. The way he could only lie there, his body already numb, and just waiting for his lungs to run out of air, not able to make himself draw any more in.

He could still hear it, the noise his bones had made as they had cracked under the invisible force. Fox knew by now that he could never be able to forget it, either.

Cody didn't say anything, and Fox took it as his sign to continue.

"Bail had found out about the chips by that point", he said. "He was trying to get me out of there, as well as any Jedi still on Coruscant, so when he heard about the operation, he had made his way at the Temple as well, waiting to see if there was any opportunity for him to act. He saw it all. He kept me alive with his own hands until they could move me out from there."

That part Fox did not remember, and he was glad that he didn't. It was selfish of him, to be happy about the fact that he had not needed to see Bail watch him die, on top of everything.

Cody's hand slipped down from his face, his fingers wrapping around the back of his neck. Fox held back a shudder. It was not the same. Cody's hand was warm.

"I spent a long time barely awake, going from one operation to another." All of that, Fox could remember, but only in hazy, unfocused flashes of sounds and blurry images. "Breha had had her lungs and heart replaced years ago, and they managed to get the same technology to work on me, eventually, reconnecting my spine and nerves. I then spent even longer time learning how to use my body again."

That, he remembered all. It had, thankfully, not been the worst part of his life.

Cody still didn't say anything. He ran his fingers down Fox's neck, pressing onto the skin, feeling for the bones beneath it. The break was still there. Fox knew exactly where it was, as during the worst of it, he was all too aware of the feeling of his body having been separated from itself.

"I still...it never really healed, completely." It never would, but Fox had learned to take whatever he could a long, long time ago. "Sometimes I lose the feeling of my own body and my legs won't move and my hands will shake, but I'm-"

"Still here", Cody said against his chest. His hand pressed hard into Fox's skin, strong and warm. "You're still here."

Fox breathed through all of the emotions swirling inside him.

"Yes", he said.

Cody didn't say anything.

Fox had to tell him.

"I didn't want to leave you", he hurried to say. "I swear I didn't. Please, Cody. I swear. I had to take care of Leia. She was so small and she needed me and the only thing I could do right was to take care of her. I needed to do it, Cody. She needed me."

I needed her, Fox did not say, but he wouldn't be surprised if Cody could still hear it. I needed her, because loving her was the only thing there was left for me to do for any of us.

If nothing else, Cody could probably hear the way Fox's heart was beating inside his chest right then.

Cody's hand was warm against the back of Fox's neck.

"I know", Cody said, then, like it was really that simple. "I'm just happy that you're here now."

He lifted his head then, and he looked Fox in the eyes and smiled.

"Fox", he said, like he was simply greeting him after a long time apart, and maybe, it could be that simple.

Maybe. Maybe not. But for now, it was, and Fox had missed his brother.

He would take what he was given.

#at long last! it's here! the fabled Cody and Fox reunion!#how long has this been coming (way too long)#there's still much to say and too many feelings but there's no way they can say it all at once #so a hug is a good place to start #ignore rex being unconscious in the background. he's fine. just let him rest #also as a reminded in my verses the clones age at a regular pace after being deployed #so they are like in their forties physically atm #stress is still making them all go grey early lmao #sw #tcw #my writing #Star Writing #Commander Fox #Commander Cody #bail/breha/fox #in the background #Post Order 66 AU

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kumeko · 6 hours ago

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A/N: For the @damianwaynezine R Stands for Redemption zine! I ‘m not entirely happy with how this turned out, I was trying to go a bit more stylistic (as you can see with the start) but then didn’t really carry it through.

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An early memory. The earliest, possibly. Damian stood stiffly in a cave. Even as a toddler, he knew how to fight, to kill. Discipline was second nature to him. In Ra’s training grounds, it didn’t matter if one was a child or an old man. All were expected to be combat ready.

In front of him, his mother stood tall and proud, her hands clasped behind her back. Her black, skin-tight suit blended in with the shadows. Some likened her to a venomous snake, poison dripping in her very words. He couldn’t see anything other than a sharp hawk, ready to swoop down on her prey. Her eyes were cold, calculating, with only the barest flicker of warmth behind them. Here, in this cave, she was a teacher before she was a mother.

“There is one important rule,” Talia al Ghul said slowly. Despite how softly she spoke, her voice filled the room and coiled around him. “It is more important than anything else. Trust no one, Damian.”

Damian stared at her, not sure how to respond. He opened his mouth.

Before he could say anything, she continued. “No one. Not your grandfather. Not your teachers. Not even me. As it is, you can barely trust yourself. Senses can be manipulated, memories altered. We live in a world of magic and science.”

Talia reached down, her hand cupping his cheek, her nails digging into his skin. He felt a sharp sting of pain as they drew blood. “Trust is a folly of the weak. You are the grandson of the demon and the son of the great detective. You are many things, but you will never be weak.”

Damian did not like fighting with other people. Against them was fine, there were no restrictions then. But fighting with someone? It was annoying. Other people were useless and slow and clumsy. They more often than not got in the way. He especially hated fighting with Dick because the buffoon always bounced all over the place. Whether he was dressed as Batman or as Nightwing, the man could not keep his flighty nature in check.

Tonight was no different. As they fought in the warehouse, the lights flickering above them, Dick tumbled and flipped through the air with ease as he took down henchman after henchman. It was a graceful performance worthy of the spotlight on a stage. It had no role in the dark taking down villains.

Yet even worse than his fighting style was his mouth. Dick talked a mile a minute, as though he didn’t need to breathe. Dodging a punch, he kicked a woman in the face. At the same time, he praised Damian. “Nice hook.”

Damian grunted as he jabbed the man behind him, knocking the wind out of the mook. It was a miracle no one had ever recognized Dick’s voice. “Has no one told you you talk too much?”

Instead of taking offence, Dick chuckled. Perhaps that was the most annoying part of him: none of Damian’s barbs stuck. He swept the feet of his next attacker. “Lots of people, actually! The big man especially.” Dick’s grin grew brighter. “They got used to it.”

No wonder he was insufferable. Bruce should have curbed the man earlier or at least put a collar on his stunts. It was too late now; Damian was paying the price for his father’s ineptitude. He’d have to train this so-called successor himself. Damian scoffed. “Weaklings."

Dick laughed wholeheartedly as he tackled a man. “I’d love to see their faces if they heard you.”

There was another henchman approaching from behind and Damian tossed his batarang at the man, knocking him out. Deriding Dick, he barked, “You should pay more attention.”

“That’s what I have you here for.” Dick winked as he picked up a nearby crowbar and tossed it over Damian’s head. It hit an surprise attacker, knocking her out. “And that’s why I’m here too.”

Damian scowled. “I can handle myself. I was aware of her.”

“Didn’t say you weren’t.” Damian held his hand up in mock surrender. “Just…if we can help each other, why not? Not everything has to be hard, does it?”

Damian scrunched his nose. “If you want to make my life easier, talk less.”

There was a rap on the bedroom door. A sharp, single rap. It was not Cassandra; despite his best efforts, Damian still couldn’t sense her approach. It was not Bruce; he hesitated before the door every time he approached, as though he still wasn’t sure of what lines to cross. And Dick just barged in, not caring for even the most basic modicum of manners.

That left only Alfred.

“You may enter, Pennyworth,” Damian commanded. Alfred was perhaps the singular most useful person in this entire household, despite his physical inadequacies and age. Perhaps he should see to it that the man got an apprentice. It would be a waste to let such skills die out.

The door quietly opened, and Alfred entered the room holding a white first aid box. His expression was gentle as he closed the door behind him. “I’ve come to tend to your injuries, Master Damian.”

Damian scoffed. What an absurd thought. “I don’t have any.”

Undeterred, Alfred gave him a withering look. It was the expression of a man who had seen through every excuse in the book. “I have not looked after Master Bruce for so long only to miss the same tell-tale signs from his son.”

He took it back. Alfred was as worthless as the rest of them. “I don’t require your help.”

Alfred’s expression gentled once more. For some reason, Damian was suddenly reminded of his mother, and a warning bell rang somewhere deep inside him. Without missing a beat, Alfred replied, “If you say so, Master Damian. I will inform Master Richard that he may patch you up instead.”

Damian paled. What a nightmarish offer. Dick would be even more annoying. The man wouldn’t keep quiet about it for weeks. He gestured at the bed. “Just leave the box there. I will take care of it.”

“As you wish.” Alfred set the box down on the edge and stood still next to it.

When it was clear he wouldn’t leave, Damian gritted his teeth. What more could the butler want? “Pennyworth?”

“I am simply remaining here until I can take back the kit.” Alfred smiled benignantly. It was like watching a predator before it struck. “Master Bruce has given me the same excuses while not tending to his injuries. I will not see the same happen to you.”

Damian had been wrong again. Age had clearly not affected his determination or steel will. The absolute moment he took over, he was firing the man. Provided the butler lived so long.

The second purple appeared in the corner of his eyes, the second Damian realised that Stephanie Brown had entered his vision, he immediately clenched his jaw and said, “No.”

Then, without a second thought, he resumed his pull-ups. The Batcave was large enough for him to get his workout without having to entertain Batgirl. He thought she would have joined the Clocktower or found her own hiding spot by now, instead of slinking back to the Batcave at any opportunity.

Then again, why should he be surprised? Stephanie had debased herself by dating Tim Drake, of all people. It was disappointing how ill-trained and ill-mannered all of his father’s apprentices were. It was a flaw his mother had not prepared him for.

Stephanie pouted as she stepped into his line of sight, her hands curling into fists. “But I didn’t even say anything.”

He didn’t have to hear anything to know what his only response should be. Just her smirk was enough for him to recognize that she was up to something frivolous, and he wouldn’t want any part in it. At. All. “I already know you’re about to say something moronic.”

“Come on,” she cajoled, walking closer to him, hands clasped behind her back in the picture of innocence. Sweetly, she added, “It could be fun! You never know.”

Damian gripped the metal bar tightly and pulled himself up. It was a mistake. At this height, they could see each other eye to eye. Never had he wanted to be short more than he did right then. When he got his growth spurt, he had better tower over her. Her wicked smirk was even worse close up.

He breathed out and slowly lowered himself. “I do know. Go away. Some of us actually want to be competent for our work.”

“And some of us are workaholics,” Stephanie retorted, unphased. Insults rolled off her like water off a duck. No wonder she got along with Dick. “You’ll like it, I promise.”

“I have not liked anything you’ve done to me,” Damian grunted, hanging at the bottom. Sweat rolled down his arms. He still had a hundred more to go.

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. Annoyed, she retorted, “You’ve smiled—well, smirked, I guess—every time. On the bouncy castle, when we looked at the fireflies, that time I took you to the park. Don’t lie, you just like complaining.”

Damian had heard she’d been a Robin once. He wasn’t sure which was worse, sharing the mantle with her or that buffoon Tim. She must have begged her way into the suit; it certainly couldn’t have been through her skills. Though, if his father gave in to a little whining, then he was even weaker than Damian had expected.

He scrunched his nose, displeased. “Go bother Pennyworth with your drivel.”

“It’d be better if he doesn’t go….” Stephanie shuddered as though remembering something unpleasant. “He’s actually too good at it.”

Despite himself, Damian paused mid-curl. However pathetic Stephanie’s skills were, they were miles better than an old butler. “What?”

It was a mistake. Like a cat cornering a mouse, Stephanie sensed his curiosity and pounced. “Yeah, he’s better than all of us at it.”

Her expression was clearly goading him to ask her. He shouldn’t do it. He would regret it. She would never shut up ever again.

“What is it?” Damian asked reluctantly.

Stephanie brightened and clapped her hands. “Paintball!”

“Paintball.” It was even more inane than he imagined. The name even sounded stupid. “We fight actual villains.”

“I know, I know, but with the right restrictions, it can be really fun, I promise. We can even fight each other.” Immediately, she crossed her arms. “Nonlethally. We can fight nonlethally. And there’s puzzles because it’d be too ‘boring’ otherwise.”

None of that was persuasive. Damian rolled his eyes. “Sounds moronic.”

“Come on,” Stephanie pleaded, her hands clasped in front of her. “Just give it a shot.” She cracked a smile and laughed. “A shot, get it?”

“I wish I didn’t.” Damian’s eyes narrowed as she didn’t leave. She was going to interfere with his training at this point. “Why do you keep coming to me with these stupid ideas?”

“They’re not stupid,” she grumbled, glaring at him. “We’re friends. Kinda. Friends do things together.”

No wonder she was Robin for only a week. That was the worst lie he’d ever heard. “I don’t have friends.”

“That’s a little tragic.” Stephanie gave him a pitying look, rankling him further. “Fine, we’re becoming friends.” She shrugged. “Honestly, I just think you could use some loosening up.”

Damian scoffed. “That’s it?”

“What other reason could there be?” Stephanie rested a hand on her hip, giving him a look.

If she had been anyone else, he would have called foul and sniffed out the trap. But this was Stephanie Brown, a woman as guileless as a dog. No, that was insulting to dogs. Ace was far cleverer than her. “Still a no.”

Stephanie sighed. “I didn’t want to have to pull this card butttttt…” She dragged out the word as long as she could. “…you can nonlethally shoot and kill Tim as much as you want.” A pause and she added again, “Nonlethally. That’s really important.”

Damian let go of the bars. “What are you waiting for?”

Cassandra punched. Damian dodged narrowly, her fist just grazing his hair. Not missing a beat, she twisted and kicked, her foot aiming for his gut. He hadn’t trained as an assassin for years to get caught up in such a simple trick. As he backflipped away, he kicked back.

Unfortunately, she had also trained as an assassin. Cassandra caught his foot with ease and whirled around, tossing him toward a padded wall.

Damian grunted at the impact, the wind knocked out of him. Feeling boneless, he slid to the ground, his back throbbing, his head aching. It was a small hit. They’d been at this for hours. His sweaty shirt stuck to him like a second skin. The only relief was that Cassandra looked as tired as he did, her breath coming out in small pants.

Unfortunately, she was still standing and his legs refused to cooperate. Damian glowered but all the death glares in the world couldn’t force body up.

Today was another loss.

Against her, oddly enough, he didn’t mind the string of failures. If there was someone amongst his father’s litter of strays that was worth the keep, it would have to be Cassandra.

“I will have a rematch later,” Damian said, the closest to actually admitting his defeat as he would get.

Cassandra wiped her brow and relaxed her stance. As usual, her words were slow and pulled with care. “I will…look forward to it.”

Not that Damian will ever acknowledge it, but he did too.

“You’re a good fighter,” Cassandra added, running a hand through her messy short hair. Her cheeks were red from the exertion.

Damian snorted. It was a pity his father had taken in Cassandra before his mother could have. Her skills were wasted here and her time with others was ruining her. “We’re both assassins. Our skills are beyond ‘good’.”

Cassandra shook her head. “We’re not assassins.”

Damian bit back a sigh. Just what nonsense had they filled her with?

“Those are…tools.” Cassandra explained, mulling over her words. “We are not tools.”

“I have never been a tool,” Damian refuted immediately.

“No. You are not.” She smiled softly. “We are heroes. We…choose our own path. Every time.”

It was idealistic nonsense.

He couldn’t—didn’t bother to rebuke it.

It was strange playing house with Bruce Wayne. It was a side of his father Damian didn’t know what to do with. The rich socialite who slept with every woman in town and adopted four children before revealing a blood heir? The façade that controlled the company and wealth that kept the Batman in business? The mysterious man who got into scandals and accidents every other day?

For the most part, the only value in Bruce Wayne was how he was a puppet.

Which left Damian lost when Bruce deviated from the script. Such as now, when he was eating breakfast in the dining room, his silk robe hiding the bruises from last night’s fight. Alfred had insisted they eat together as much as possible.

It was a promise Damian had thought little of. He had no use for Bruce, just of the detective and Batman.

It was a promise Bruce tried to keep for some reason. No matter how battered and bloodied he was, the man would traipse down the stairs every morning punctually.

Damian watched him from the corner of his eye as he spread jam across his toast. Their meals were silent affairs. Aside from their night adventures, there was nothing to talk about. It was almost a relief on the days Dick or Cassandra joined in.

“Damian,” Bruce said, breaking the silence.

Another oddity. Damian set down his knife. “Yes?”

After holding out a cream-coloured envelope, Bruce slid it down the table. “It’s from your mother.”

“Oh.” Damian slid the paper right in front of him, though he didn’t bother to pick it up. He recognized the elegant cursive scrawled on the front. Even without reading, he knew what it’d say.

His stay with his father was always meant to be a temporary thing. For good reason too; a prolonged visit would turn him soft, and if there was one thing his mother couldn’t abide, it would be if Damian turned out as useless as the rest of Bruce’s ‘children’. Already, Damian could feel his skills deteriorating.

This summons home couldn’t have come at a better time.

He traced a finger across the envelope. Something in him made him turn to his father and ask, “And?”

If asked, Damian couldn’t say what response he wanted. They were family in name only, their interactions jilted and awkward. His mother had told him enough times not to look to others for answers.

And it wasn’t Bruce but Batman who he should ask, if he really wanted a response.

Bruce stared at him, the silence a thick wall between them. Then he got up, his chair scraping against the marble floor as he stood. His footsteps were quiet as he approached Damian. Damian could only watch as his father rested a hand on his shoulder.

It was warm. It was heavy. It was strange.

He didn’t shake it off.

“It’s up to you,” Bruce said. The letter was still sealed shut but his grandfather didn’t call him the world’s greatest detective for nothing. He must have realised the letter’s purpose the second he saw it.

Still, Damian kept silent, his gaze focused on the hand on his shoulder.

“The choice is yours,” Bruce added, squeezing gently. “Your room will always be yours too.”

A choice. His own, this time. Damian looked at the envelope once more.

It was strange. Everything he heard here was the exact opposite of his mother’s teachings. It was a house full of soft people. His skills were growing rusty. There was still more to learn from his mother and grandfather.

His mother wouldn’t have given him this choice. Her words were an order, a command.

Damian pushed the envelope away. “I will stay a little longer.”

#damian wayne #bruce wayne #dick grayson #batman #robin #batfam #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #nightwing #alfred pennyworth #talia al ghul #fanfic #batgirl #I love writing these guys

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cythiraeth · 1 day ago

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cupid's chokehold! pt. II - i. e. the moment genshin men knew they've fallen for you

✧ ─ ⌑ pairing: gn!reader x lyney, kaveh, childe (separate)

✧ ─ ⌑ short summary: the exact moment (or process which lead to it) when genshin men knew that they are head over heels in love with you!

✧ ─ ⌑ about the work: lowercase, fluff for lyney, more angst for kaveh and kinda angst for childe, not proof-read i think

✧ ─ ⌑ notes: hi guys! i know it's been LONG since i posted the first part of this series but hey better late than never! i actually wrote it some time ago but i kind of forgot to post it, so i don't remember if it's proof-read or not (i hope it is) lolol enjoy and until the next time! also reminding you that my requests are open <3

link to first part: ☆ (featuring al-haitham, cyno, xiao)

and my genshin impact masterlist: ☆

✧ ─ ⌑ word count: 2.2 k in total

lyney

when you looked at him with such an amazement in your eyes and it was all about his magical performances. when you listened really carefully to what he told you and watched closely what he showed you. of course, thousands of people would come and watch his performances and give him compliments but the feeling they gave him was nowhere near the feeling your words made him feel

the lights of the stage were dimming, the theater still buzzing with the energy of lyney’s latest magical performance. applause echoed in the grand hall, a thunderous acknowledgment of the magician's mastery.

there were so many people there, so why were his eyes searching for you? why wouldn't it matter to him if the whole room emptied and you were the only one left there?

it was just that… he kind of felt like no-one shared those passionate feelings with him. a lot of people came to watch, they were laughing and looking impressed by his tricks, but still, something was lacking

he felt like the impression he left on the audience was rather… temporary. he couldn't do anything but watch them leave a few minutes after the performance ended without asking any questions and already talking about what they are going to have for lunch today.

after the performance, when the crowd had dispersed, and the theater was silent, he found you lingering near the edge of the stage. he was still in his performance attire, his hat tucked under his arm, his smile as dazzling as ever.

“enjoyed the show?” he asked, his voice carrying that familiar teasing lilt.

you looked up at him, your face lighting up in a way that made his breath catch. “enjoyed? lyney, that was incredible! how do you even come up with these tricks? the floating cards, the disappearing rabbits… it’s like you’re weaving a dream right in front of everyone’s eyes.”

you always seemed so interested in everything he showed you, you always asked questions, it was just purely visible that you cared about everything he's got to tell you

and it was actually really… hot to him

yeah, he knows, it sounds kind of pathetic but hear him out

it just felt so good when he saw those sparkles of amazement in your eyes, he was so proud of himself that he made you this excited so it was a win-win situation

“look, y/n, you see this rose, right?” he once showed you a beautiful red rose that laid on his palm

“yes, of course” you giggled, focusing your eyes on him so as not to miss any of his movements

“but what about now?” he asked, quickly turning his hand over and hiding it behind his back

“well, now i certainly don’t” you rolled your eyes but there was still a smile dancing on your lips and a bit of laughter in your voice. you cheeks were slightly blushed, probably because of the temperature that was rather high that day ( ̶o̶r̶ ̶p̶e̶r̶h̶a̶p̶s̶ ̶b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶c̶l̶o̶s̶e̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶, ̶̶d̶e̶f̶i̶n̶i̶t̶e̶l̶y̶ ̶c̶l̶o̶s̶e̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶n̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶n̶e̶e̶d̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶p̶e̶r̶f̶o̶r̶m̶ ̶a̶ ̶m̶a̶g̶i̶c̶ ̶t̶r̶i̶c̶k̶)

then, he showed you his hands again, but this time there was no flower

“easy, you just hid it behind you back…” you explained to him his own magic trick, what made him chuckle a little

“well, if i were you i wouldn’t be so sure about that” he almost whispered into your ear, leaning closer

your heart skipped a beat because you had no idea what his intentions were, but before you’ve got to say anything he returned to his place and gently touched a bit of your hair, just above you ear

(you were almost blushing, giggling and kicking your feet at that point) (AND SO WAS HE)

you too touched this spot when he withdrew his hand, only to find the red rose, fixed behind your ear

“THAT WAS AMAZING, LYNEY!” you gasped out loud, visibly excited and his heart was just about to melt for a moment. “i’ll never understand how you do all of this!”

“that’s the point, dear y/n” he said softly. “magic is meant to be felt, not understood. and i have to admit, it’s much more fun for a magician when there’s someone like you watching.”

“someone like me?” you tilted your head

“someone who doesn’t just watch,” he explained, his smile softening. “you listen, you try to understand the story behind the tricks, and you look at it all with such wonder. It’s… different.”

you flushed at his words, glancing away shyly. “well, your performances deserve that kind of attention. they’re not just tricks; they’re art. and i want to know every detail of it!”

“a great magician never reveals all of his secrets to the audience, y/n” he winked at you

though, a part of him wanted to tell you everything you wished to hear, since you were starting to definitely be more than just an ordinary audience member to him…

kaveh

when you comforted him once after an argument with al-haitham. you were so kind and understanding to him that he literally nearly cried, because never in his life had he felt so cared of and important to. he almost immediately knew that you were the right person to spend the rest of his life with.

when you’ve heard a loud knock at your door in the early evening, you certainly did not expect that when you open the door, the person standing in front of you would be the renowned sumeru architect himself

“kaveh? what brings you here?” you questioned and stepped aside immediately, motioning for him to come in.

it turned out that he and your other friend, who both had thought that living together would be a great idea (it wasn’t), had another fierce argument

kaveh stormed out of the shared house, his heart pounding and his mind clouded with frustration. he couldn’t even remember what had started the fight - just that it had spiraled into something ugly, leaving him feeling small and unheard, as it always did.

“just… another fight with, you know, him” he sighed, running a hand through his hair “not like it’s something new. but-” his voice cracked for a second “it feels like no matter what i say, he doesn’t care. he doesn’t even take into consideration anything i say!”

you were stunned by how eager he was to share all those thoughts with you, but you didn’t say anything - in fact, you were quite fond of this. it meant that he felt comfortable around you, enough to entrust you with his sincere feelings.

“it leaves me feeling like none of what i say matters. like i don’t matter” he added and your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. you sat down beside him, your hand hovering for a moment before gently resting on his.

“you do matter, kaveh!” you said firmly “to your friends, to me and many others. i understand that al-haitham is often difficult to handle, but it doesn’t make you any less important!”

he rose his head and looked at you with those crimson eyes, and for a moment you swore that you saw them watering up a little bit

“do you really think so?” he asked carefully

“i don’t think so, i know it” you replied, squeezing his hand to comfort him. “your passion, talent, personality - i assure you, it inspires a lot of people. and don’t even try to think otherwise because of some stupid al-haitham and his humours”

it almost caught him in this moment - a really unfamiliar feeling hidden somewhere deep down his chest. he was unable to say a word for a moment, his eyes started watering again and he tried to look away.

so when you added a simple “you don’t need to hide your feelings when you’re with me. it’s normal to feel hurt, and to cry. you’re not alone in this world.”

it hit him there

he always prided himself on his independence, with dealing with life's problems on his own. although in truth he often felt alone in this, he never let it show. it was only now, when you were sitting right next to him, focusing your gaze only on him, that he wished he could always feel this way - cared for and important.

a tear trickled slowly down his cheek, and when you wiped it away with your thumb, he knew. at that moment he already knew. that no one had ever made him feel so special, so safe. for the first time in a years, he allowed himself to hope for something more, for better days to come. with you, by his side.

childe

when he was injured and you took care of him. he thought he was fine, since minor injuries happened to him all the time, but you were extremely concerned about his state. and that was the thing that moved him - he could count the people that show their genuine care for him on his fingers, and he didn't expect you to be one of them. of course it was rather a pleasant surprise, after all

the smell of herbs filled the room as you rummaged through your first aid supplies, your hands moving with precision despite the concern etched on your face. childe sat on a chair nearby, his usual confident smirk replaced by an awkward expression.

“hey, y/n, i told you it’s not a big deal.” he said, trying to downplay the wound on his arm. “i’ve had worse”

you gave him a sharp look, from which he trembled slightly. “not a big deal? childe, you are literally bleeding.” you replied in a frustrated voice.

“i've already told you that i’ve had far worse injuries on the battlefield”.

“so what?” you snarled at him, pouring disinfectant over the wound. “that doesn't mean you should ignore all the smaller ones.”

for a moment, he wanted to spit something back, but gave up when he noticed the determination in your eyes. if he were to be honest, he wouldn't have expected it from you.

he sighed, looking around the room. at this point he looked more like a bullied child than the capable warrior he had always made himself out to be.

he didn't fall silent because of the pain, of course not. he fell silent because of your gaze - full of concern and the aforementioned determination. there was also something gentle in it, you weren't angry with him after all. you just wanted him to finally take care of himself, and if he didn't want to do it himself, he should at least let you do it.

of course, his family often worried about him and sent letters asking if he was all right, but he had long since got used to reassuring them that he was fine.

his fatui comrades, on the other hand, treated injuries like badges of honour - a true warrior should not be concerned about scratches.

and here you were, completely different from them all. you weren't angry at him for getting hurt or trying to play it down. you tried to help him not because you had to, but because you wanted to.

when he realised this, a pleasant feeling wrapped around him like a warm blanket, unfamiliar yet still comforting.

“done,” you said after a while, tying the bandage tightly. ‘it should be enough for now, but you’ll need to rest so it heals properly’.

“rest?” he chuckled, his voice softer than usual “this definitely does not belong in my job description”

you folded your arms and furrowed your brow, looking at him “well, it's definitely a part of my job description to make sure you don't do something stupid when you're injured. so don't think to yourself that if i needed to, i wouldn’t tie you to this chair”

your words really amused him, his eyes started shining despite the obvious fatigue on his face. “really, y/n, sometimes you amaze me”

“i’'m serious,” you countered, despite the small smile on your lips. “you need to take care of yourself, childe. you can't act as if everything doesn't matter, especially when it concerns you.” your tone has become softer “a lot of people care about you. don’t forget that.”

his breathing stopped for a moment, and your words hit him harder than any blow he had ever received in battle. in that moment, he realised how rarely someone looked at him the way you did - with genuine concern, not for his strength or skill, but for him.

“i didn't know you were that concerned about it,” he admitted in a quieter voice.

you looked at him tilting your head “why wouldn't i care? you mean a lot to me, childe”

and just like that, everything clicked into place.

the faster beat of his heart when you were next to him? the warmth in his chest caused by your words? that strange feeling of peace that your presence brought to him?

deep down, he knows

and maybe, just maybe, he hopes that you do too

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etclouie · 2 days ago

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congrats on 1k that's so cool, could i get this secret prompt with luke alvez "why are you laughing?" "because you're so obvious..."

˚୨୧⋆｡ — title; obvious (luke alvez x fem!reader)

˚୨୧⋆｡ — prompt/s; “why are you laughing?” “because you’re so obvious…” — from ”shh, i have a secret” dialogue prompts

˚୨୧⋆｡ — warnings; bau!reader, coworkers that fancy each other, uhm a teeny tiny kiss, that’s it (544 words)

˚୨୧⋆｡ — a/n; coworkers to lovers with luke is my all time fave trope🤗

— thank you for celebrating with me || submissions are now closed!!

you and Luke often joked around, everyone else on the team making comments here and there about how you’d look cute together.

their words had piqued your interest, your feelings for him were heavy.

each time you’d try to flirt with Luke, someone would interrupt. it was always a case or someone needed his opinion on something, which made it increasingly difficult to actually admit your feelings or at least try to.

Luke however, had an easier time flirting with you.

he always managed to time it just right so that no one was looking for either of you, and that you wouldn’t get distracted from his toying.

“Luke..”

you called, sitting in your desk chair while his had scooted towards your desk. his face had that smirk plastered across it, making you roll your eyes at him.

“what?”

he hummed, leaning into your space ever so slightly while you shook your head.

everything he did made your heart warm, but the way his eyes flicked between yours and your lips? that cause the heat to lick up your neck and move across your cheeks.

“you know i’ve been thinking..”

his eyes flashed with intrigue, his smirk widening ever so slightly. you shook your head, ignoring the way his eyes dropped to your lips again before they fell down your body just how they had many times before in the past.

turning away from him, you couldn’t help but laugh. Luke’s smirk faltered and his eyebrows knitted together.

“why are you laughing?”

he asked, spinning your chair back to him. once he met your eyes, they still had a playful gleam behind them.

“because you’re so obvious…”

his lips twitched into a small pout, which made you laugh again. you lifted your hand, pushing his face away slightly as you whispered again.

“and oblivious, you’re very oblivious sometimes”

he shook his head, his pout falling away as he laughed slightly. he leaned into your space, little to no care for the few agents around the bullpen.

his face was inches from yours, your breath catching slightly in your throat as the smell of his cologne filled your space.

“saying i missed you flirting with me too?”

you laughed, nodding slowly while a triumphant smile made its way across his face.

Luke hummed, a wave of proudness filling him at the confession of you flirting with him too.

“someone’s always interrupting when i try, but there’s been some times where my.. interest has just flown over that pretty head Luke”

he scoffed slightly, but it didn’t last long.

Luke glanced over his shoulder, making sure no one was watching either of you as he leaned in to whisper against your ear.

“let me make up for my obliviousness then, dinner tomorrow night?”

you hummed, tangling your fingers in his curls to pull him back. you nodded, lips twitching into a smirk as you slowly leaned in to kiss him before pulling back quickly.

“dinner tomorrow, don’t be late Luke”

you told while standing from your seat, walking away from him as he sat in bewilderment.

you had just kissed him and walked away as if it never happened, none other than at work.

god were you something else.

the exact something he’d been searching for.

reblogs are highly appreciated !

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quirekey · 21 hours ago

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Hello, can do resquest, Yandere TFA Bumblebee in love with a Cybertronian femme who is shorter than him, and it can be fanfic

Turns out I read this wrong, I AM SO SORRY!!! If you do want me to redo this, feel free to ask me again and I’ll make a whole new fanfic of it!! I am proud of this current one so I hope it does work for you too.

DISCLAIMERS : Anxious thoughts + Mentions of death and fate, Pressure, Unhealthy possession, Implication of stalking

[ YANDERE!BUMBLEBEE ] x [ FEMME!READER ]

[ yandere!bumblebee x human!femme!reader ]

SUMMARY

You were a highly trained officer, trained by Captain Carmine. You were extremely agile and you were built for on-foot chases. There were many occasions where you had to fight aside the Autobots, but you were never a part of it. Your outfit consisted of the usual police uniform with an oversized belt for style with a few pieces of jewellery for accessory. The chief’s hate for machines really did something to you because you never accepted their offer to join the Autobot team due to them being machines. They were fine with your decision but Bumblebee was furious. He always loved your laid-back and flexible style, he loved it when you joined him in battle, he loved it when you were doing anything. Turned out that your appearance and sly personality took a toll on him ever since you both met. His anger washed over him and it took over.

You were alone in your own anxious thoughts until Bumblebee came by to assist. This drove into Bumblebee’s desperate begging, pressuring you to join the team. You found out some strange aspects of him like how he watches you work in your office when you aren’t looking.

( yes, there will be a part 2 if you guys want it! )

FANFIC

You pushed your hat to the side of your car hood as you leaned onto the side, relaxing. The bright sun burnt onto your skin and jeez… It was boring as hell. Ever since those ‘Autobots’ arrived, crime has been at an all-time low. Sure, that stupid leprechaun is fun to chase after, but he’s never around anymore. You made your way out of the shadows of the alleyway and took a deep breath.

Life is hard. Life is stressful and it’s full of chaos. We will die sooner or later and we can’t escape our fate. Will you die next year? Next month? Tomorrow? Hell even the next hour? Why do we try when we are all gonna fall into the same fate? These thoughts slowly your mind out and-

“Hey, you okay?”

Bumblebee stood over you, leaning down slightly to appear more friendly. His silly horns and bright paint job beamed, his silhouette towering. You brushed your mind aside and nodded, placing a hand on your hip and leaning on one of your legs as your oversized belt shifted in your grasp. Bumblebee was gullible but not gullible enough to believe your casual change.

”Uh huh, sure. I know I’m not the guy to do this type of stuff but you can talk to me! I won’t judge or interrupt at all!”

”No, if I wanted to talk to somebody then I’d get a therap-“

“OH! Also what’s with the extra earrings? You usually wear those tiny; sparkly gems.”

”… Just trying something new.”

Bumblebee’s sudden change in topic did throw you off but you didn’t mind. It wasn’t too big of a deal and he was just being curious. You think he’s sentient… Did somebody like him actually pay that much attention to your appearance that he realised that you barely changed your earrings? You just shrugged and crossed your arms, clearly not taking him seriously.

”And do you wanna join the team?! Optimus told me to ask you!”

“I’ll think about it.”

You knew he was lying. You have told Optimus personally that you prefer to talk to humans and not robots, you weren’t the most comfortable when it came to justice and putting it at risk. If he was lying about his reasoning, why the hell did he even try to ask himself? Perhaps Optimus didn’t tell Bumblebee about your desire to stay out of the Autobot team… But that isn’t something Optimus would do.

The realisation then hit you, was he lying to get you on the team? Why?

”.. Think about it? What’s so bad about the team? We can play video games together! And this game called Uno? I heard Sari talk about it to Prowl but I couldn’t hear them clearly over Optimus’s annoying lectures. Some sort of card game I guess, what are cards? Also what is the point of lectures? They’re pointless and they’re just extended morals………”

You smirked at Bumblebee’s relentless talk, seemingly he could go on forever and you didn’t mind it at all. Sure, their just thoughtless groups of words stringed together, but he wasn’t hurting anybody.

“Bumblebee, I will not join the Autobots team.”

”Wait- you won’t? Why? Oh come on you’d be such an amazing aspect and you would make this team absolutely amazing! You could be my partner and we could chase down crime together!”

“You have Sari, correct?”

“Sure… But she’s 7 and you’re better! Please!! It would be so awesome!! You got nothing better to do anyways! You’re always at your office and you literally scroll all day. It’s stupid how you prefer to scroll then to hang out with m-“

“My office..? I don’t tell anyone about my activities in my office.”

You both went silent. You had an expression that screamed confusion. Bumblebee knew he had stumbled on his words and he didn’t want to make it worse by exposing more. Though he knew this, he was desperate.

”Look, why can’t you just come by at-least!? You literally do nothing and I’m better than that stupid phone! Why won’t you just come around and say hi, that’s the least you could do!”

”Sorry..?”

“Ugh. You and I have so much fun fighting crime together, why is it so hard for you to be my partner!? We’re both made for each other and that’s why we’re here right now. Can’t you just join the team!?”

”Dude, I’m sorry but I ain’t dealing with robo-“

“What did we do wrong!? Your stupid chief brainwashed you and now you think I’m the bad guy! Me in my alt-mode is faster than all of your stupid police cars combined, times ten! How about you leave those scummy policemen and just join our team!”

You backed away into the alleyway, finding you in your previous spot. You quickly made your way to the car door to make a quick escape from Bumblebee’s antics. Bumblebee leaned down and grabbed you. His face was filled with possession and his grasp was firm and harsh.

”You will join and you will like it.”

#transformers #tfa #transformers animated #transformers x reader #bumblebee #tfa bumblebee #bumblebee x reader #fanfic

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shanklin · 1 day ago

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"What if Stan gives Shanklin a Mini Mr. Mystery outfit? The two be twinning!"

Dear 500-word-ask!anon from my inbox. Have my answer for the first 14 words.

Selfish Shellfish AU - Masterpost

Shanklin found him. Somehow, hundreds of miles away from home, Shanklin found him.

Soos almost ran him over on accident but Stan took the steering wheel at the very last second and turned it around.

The sudden drift and following emergency brake had them almost break right through the windshield, but Stan didn’t care about his bruised shoulder and bleeding head. He recognized that screeching grin anywhere.

He threw himself out of the car and stumbled onto the street, frantically looking around for his friend.

“Shanklin! SHANKLIN!”

It wasn’t just his imagination, right? Stan was certain he saw his little possum. Stan turned around and ran back to the car. Did they hit him? Did he kill another member of his family?

Stan sank to the ground. Please please don’t let it be true. Not Shanklin. Stan closed his eyes tightly and tried to block out the world around him until he felt little pricks on his thigh, little claws scratching his pants and the skin underneath.

A tiny furry body squeezed itselfs into a gap in between his curled up body and nestled comfortably on his lap.

Stan cradled the possum into his arms, hid his face in the scruffy fur and wept silently. Shanklin came back to him. For him.

Soos suggested Shanklin might be magical, some sort of animal wizard or something, and Stan couldn’t help but agree.

“You really are magic, aren’t you? The smartest, most mysterious possum the world has ever seen!”

In response, the banana piece Shanklin was messily chewing on fell out of his mouth and he bit on the fabric in Stan's hands instead.

“Hey, that’s for the show, stop that! HEY!”

It took much more effort than expected to get Shanklin into the Mini Mr. Mystery outfit. For a super smart magical wizard pet he sure acted like a wild animal sometimes.No matter, Stan had succeeded and Shankling looked, quite honestly, really damn cute. Stan had been hoping for a more cool aesthetic, but the little hat, tie and suit combo was just adorable and matched his own perfectly.

Stan tried not to think about how much Grauntie Mabel would love it. How proud she would be, if things were different. She had taught him all about making comfortable clothes for animals, when Ford had kicked him out of their shared room in the attic that one time.

He, Fidds and Grunkle Dipper needed more space for an all night DD&mD extravaganza, so Stan had to go.

Back then Stan had tried to ask if he could join but chickened out at the last minute.

“Stan, don't touch that. Those are some highly advanced calculations for later game play. I don’t want them all messed up. You wouldn’t understand”

Stan took a look at the sheets and it was true. Nothing on them made a lick of sense, but he had hoped they could just do the math for him and he could still be there for the fun bits.

The fun bits being the times when Stan heard them laughing and screaming in delight. The ones that became inside jokes that no one explained to Stan. And if he would asked them to, they’d just laugh harder.

But they were right, Stan wouldn’t understand. He’d just mess everything up.

So he went downstairs, where Grauntie Mabel made him a warm chocolatey Mabel Juice variant and taught him all about how to sew in an emergency, in case you see a cute animal that would be even cuter in a little blazer.

Sewing and creating miniature outfits was surprisingly fun and when he heard laughter from above and Grauntie Mabel put her arms around him in sympathy, he felt not as alone as usual.

“I know it’s hard,” she told him looking pained, “but we need to let those nerds do their own thing. If we go and force them to do stuff they don’t want to, it will just end badly for all of us. I’ve been through it before and trust me. This is for the best.”

Stan leaned into her and let himself be comforted by her warmth.

Stan did not tell her that he just wanted to play with them and not force them to do something else.

And he did not ask her why she constantly agreed with Dipper's plans then, even though she clearly didn’t want to.

“Okay, I trust you.” he said instead and got rewarded with a kiss on his head and a cuddle.

Mini Mr. Mystery was a blazing success!

Everyone loved Shanklin, even if he almost ate his hat halfway through the show.

If his luck streak continued, Stan would soon make enough money to pay Soos back for all that he had wasted on him.

Stan took a bow and held Shanklin out to the crowd who squeaked in protest.

The “awws” in response were justified. His Shanklin was adorable!

“Look at you and your twin!”

Shanklin started to squirm. Stan held him tighter and forced a grin.

“Almost identical. You can barely tell them apart.”

oh don’t be silly. it’s easy. the freak with the glasses is the smart one and the one who looks like he can’t count to three is the spare

The crowd laughed.

mocking laughter, red cheeks, six fingered hands hiding away

“So if you’re the creative one then that must make this little guy the smart one right?”

don’t you ever call him that again

Stan's grip loosened and Shanklin attacked, jumping right onto the worst offender, scratching and biting.

or i’ll make sure you won’t live long enough to regret it

The crowd jumped and screamed as the possum ran through, attacking everyone that looked like a threat. In midst the panic a path formed and Stan ran until his legs gave out.

Shanklin was still by his side when he finally collapsed and cuddled up next to him. Stan pet his head, now free of the fez.

Maybe Stan just wasn’t cut out for this twinning thing.

Later Soos would find them both fast asleep under a park tree. He swore up and down that Shanklin showed him the way and Stan swore that he never left his side.

#Selfish Shellfish AU #stanley pines #shanklin #ask #technically. i need some more time for thr rest XD #i tried to write in past tense and kept confusing myself #soos picked up stan after he ran from jersey and now theyre more or less on an extended road trip #stan liked tourist traps so much he ended up making his own travelling tourist trap and now shanklins there #or something. i should've gone to bed hours ago.#if none of this make senss ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#good night #gravity falls #relativity falls

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yangjungwonisms · 2 days ago

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Teach me how to Love-YJW part 8

warnings: NSFW, MDNI 18+

Ever since you two took a step further in your relationship you’d both become insatiable. Not just physically, you two had made leaps and bounds emotionally. You had met Jungwon’s parents and although everything had gone according to plan and they seemed to accept you; you were still a mess of nerves leading up to the day and even after. The entire week leading up to meeting his parents Jungwon had been particularly handsy. Whether it be the morning or the evening he was determined to have his hands on you at all times. Sometimes that meant merely holding your hand but Jungwon found that anytime he got you alone he really liked pulling you into his lap and touching you. He always had to have his hand in your pants. He couldn’t get enough of it really. But he had told you the first time you let him touch you intimately that he’d never be able to keep his hands to himself. He was addicted to you. He also really liked whispering dirty things in your ear while he was fingering you and watching you attempt to keep your composure. The issue is Jungwon really couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

A few weekends ago you two were invited to a game night thrown by a mutual friend. It was all fun and games until when no one was listening he leaned in to your ear and told you how bad he wanted to pull you into his lap and play with you. Except he obviously couldn’t do that with his friends around. He was somehow able to convince you to meet him in the bathroom while your friends were talking amongst themselves. The minute he got you in there he had you pushed up against the door. He had one hand over your mouth while he shoved his other hand down your pants. He had to work quick to make you cum before your friends caught on to what you were doing. He ended up getting you off in under 3 minutes. Which is something he’s still proud of to this day.

That wasn’t the last time that happened either. He had been making a habit of texting you flirty messages while he was at work. They’d start out simple with him telling you that he missed you then they’d slowly escalate until he would end up telling you how he couldn’t stop thinking about touching you. Sometimes he’d even sneak home during his lunch break so you could get each other off. You two had become very familiar with each other's bodies in the weeks since. Because of how inexperienced you both were, the little amount of sexual intimacy you’d partaken in had turned you into horny freaks. But you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t enjoying leaning into this new side of you and him. You two were happy with this level of things so far. You knew that soon you’d move to sex but neither of you were in a rush.

By this point you two had been together for around 4 months and had taken a big trip out of the country together. You were so excited to take Jungwon home to meet your family. You’d never had anyone to show around your hometown before but Jungwon begged you to take him anywhere that had significance when you were growing up. You two were only gone for two weeks but when you came back your relationship had seemed to have changed significantly for the better. Which is exactly why Jungwon and you planned a special dinner date to celebrate all of the milestones you two had achieved and then if things went according to plan he was going to “fuck you into the mattress” those were his words .However last minute his work sent him out of town for the week for a conference. He tried getting out of it but he couldn’t. So you’d have to reschedule your plans. Which was fine you understood of course. However, this was the first time you two had been apart since you met. You talked on the phone during the day when Jungwon could manage but made sure to call before you went to bed every night just so he could tell you he loved you. However, one thing you didn’t account for was how much you’d miss him. You missed him like crazy and took every opportunity to remind him. The downside to missing him was all of the pent up sexual energy you had. You didn’t want to seem needy so you didn’t bring this up to him. It was hard enough being apart from him you didn’t want to make him feel worse. But not being able to sleep with him at night was messing up your sleep schedule.

You don’t realize how much he helped you by sleeping next to you. But without him here you were left tossing and turning. Because of the lack of sleep you were getting you were slightly on edge. Your roommate unfortunately being on the receiving end of that. She knew you weren’t actually upset since she’s lived with you for years and knows how hard it can be for you to sleep. However, you didn’t even consider that part of it could be the lack of sexual release you were having until she jokingly said you were just cranky because Jungwon wasn’t there to get you off. But she was right your body had become used to being touched almost daily and you very rarely went without an orgasm but these last 4 days were proving to be your undoing. Determined to get some sleep that night you did the only other thing you could think of. Except, nothing was working. You tried everything you could think of to get yourself off but nothing worked. Of course you know why it didn’t work because it wasn’t Jungwon. You felt like crying, you didn’t realize how much Jungwon being away from you would affect you. He was all you could think about today. You had yet to hear from him that day which only made you miss him more. So you decided to message him and see if he would respond.

You: hi baby, I hope you’re having a good day, I love you

He must’ve had a break in his schedule because he messaged back almost immediately

JW: hi princess I miss you so much :(

You: not as much as I miss you :(

JW: Everything okay baby?

You: Yeah I’m fine

JW: what’s wrong princess?

You: I just miss you so much and I don’t want to come across as needy but I feel so stressed and on edge because I can’t sleep without you here and I just miss you is all

JW: oh baby, you can always tell me how you’re feeling. I miss you too you know. Like crazy actually.

JW: what do you mean on edge baby? How come you’re not sleeping well?

You: I just can’t sleep without you next to me. I’ve tried everything to be able to sleep and nothing is working

JW: well what all have you tried baby?

You: it doesn’t matter it’s not working baby

JW: baby, what isn’t working

You: I can’t get off without you won

You: I don’t know I just… can’t think without you here. I need you so bad it almost hurts baby. I’m at my wits end.

JW: aww :( has my baby not been able to get off without me?

You: no baby I’ve been trying for nearly an hour now and I can’t get off

You: my fingers don’t work as well as yours do :(

JW: poor baby

JW: do you need my help to make yourself cum?

You: Yes won

You: please baby it hurts I need it so bad

JW: I’m gonna call you in a minute baby

JW: don’t worry I’ll fix it for you. Make you feel good. And then If you’re a good girl for me I’m gonna eat your pretty pussy when I get home.

JW: how does that sound kitty?

You: sounds good baby

You: I love you so much

You sat in bed slightly dejected at that point. On one hand you were happy to finally get to speak to Jungwon but on the other hand you were so desperate to orgasm that you couldn’t think straight. You were snapped out of your thoughts when your phone started ringing signaling that Jungwon was calling you. You wasted no time answering.

As soon as you answered the call you could tell Jungwon was slightly winded. You wondered what he was doing before he called to sound so out of breath. Your imagination ran wild at the thought that he might be as desperate as you are. Trying not to sound too whiney already you said “Baby are you okay? You sound out of breath”. He chuckled briefly before saying “oh I’m okay baby I was just getting comfortable on the bed”. He paused on the line before continuing “so I hear you can’t get yourself off huh baby?” You were so worked up that you couldn’t control the whine that slipped out when he said that. “No baby I can’t” you were on the verge of tears and Jungwon felt terribly for you but he was in the same predicament. He heard you sniffle indicating that you were crying. “oh don’t cry pretty baby I’m gonna help you okay” You let out a little hum acknowledging that you heard him. “Are you still dressed baby?” “No, I’m naked”. He let out a groan at that. You could hear his breath hitch slightly. “Good baby. Are you all wet for me?” “Yes baby”. You didn’t have the energy to be shy about this right now. “Okay baby, start touching your pussy for me”. He knew you heeded his order when you started whining on the other line. “Focus only on your clit for now Kitty”. For the first time all week you were finally getting somewhere. At this point your clit was so sensitive having been on the verge of cumming for over an hour. Hearing you touch yourself for him on the phone was driving him crazy he needed to do something.

He undid his belt pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to pull his cock out. By this point he was so hard he knew it wouldn’t take much for him to cum. Hearing your moaning pick up signaled to him that you were finally getting the relief you so desperately needed. Quickly Jungwon spat into his hand and started jerking himself off. While he was trying to remain as quiet as he could the occasional grunt slipped out. He spoke up asking you if you were feeling good. “oh baby it’s so good”. At that revelation he sped his movements up on his end teetering embarrassingly close to the edge. Taking a second to steady his breathing he said “Good girl, now put a finger in. God I can hear how wet you are through the phone”. You knew he was touching himself just by how breathy his commands had gotten. He was trying his best to keep the upper hand but he was so hard hearing you get off that he couldn’t help it. Suddenly you spoke up “Are you getting off too baby?” Shit he hadn’t wanted to make this about himself. He wanted all the focus to be on you. “Yeah baby I am. Got so hard hearing you touch your pussy like that”. You moaned out loud at the revelation. “You like that baby? You like knowing I’m touching my cock huh baby?” “I love it baby. I love when you feel good. Makes me feel good. All I ever want is to make you feel good baby” “That’s so sexy baby. Be good for me and put another finger in yeah? I can hear how wet you are I know you can take it”. You did as you were told and added a second finger. You were really starting to get into it now that you had Jungwon helping you. “I can hear how good you feel baby. You’re doing so good for me princess. Add another finger for me”. He paused, waiting for confirmation from you before speaking again. “Ride your fingers for me baby, let me hear you”. That command was all you needed to let loose. There wasn’t much talking after that with the both of you getting off to the sound of the other. Afterwards, Jungwon didn’t end the call without making sure you’d gotten off twice. He needed to know you were relaxed enough to sleep. Jungwon hated being away from you but was glad to know that in the future you two were able to maintain your intimacy over the phone.

After you had both finished you two talked about random things. You asked him how his conference was going and he told you about what all he was doing and about the sightseeing he did in the city that day. You were glad just to sit and talk with him about nothing. For the first time in days you felt yourself actually falling into sleep. You tried to convince him you weren’t tired and wanted to keep talking to him. He promised that he’d stay on the line until you were asleep. Once he was sure you’d fallen asleep he bid you goodnight and told you he loved you. God he really did too. His love for you was starting to consume him. You were all he could think about anymore. He felt terrible that you were having trouble sleeping but was thrilled to be able to help you get off. Truthfully, he’d been struggling that week with sleeping too. He was also so sexually frustrated it hurt. He’d been walking around half hard for days anytime he thought about you. He tried himself to get off but ran into the same roadblock you did. He needed this just as much as you. He didn’t realize until he was forced to be away from you how much he hated not being able to come home to you at the end of his days. He had been kicking around the idea of asking you to move in with him. He hadn’t yet told you his roommate was planning on moving out soon. Since you two had gotten back from your trip it’s been on his mind constantly. He was looking for a sign to ask you and knew as soon as his roommate told him he was moving out that he had his answer.

Because he just can’t help himself he decides to send you one last message before he himself goes to sleep.

JW: goodnight kitten, I love you so much and can’t wait to see you tomorrow…

JW: I also can’t wait to taste your pretty little pussy tomorrow.. gonna make you cum so hard baby.

You managed to sleep fairly well. You couldn’t believe all it took was your boyfriend helping you get off over the phone. You immediately checked your messages seeing that Jungwon had sent you two messages after you had fallen asleep. The messages immediately made your face heat up. You’d think you would be used to how he spoke by now. You immediately went to reply

You: good morning baby. I can’t wait to see you either!

You: hope you slept well last night ;) I know I did

After you sent your messages you decided to sleep for a little bit longer. A couple of hours later you wake up to hear a knock at your door. You figured it was maybe your roommate and that she had forgotten her keys. Except when you opened the door you were met with your boyfriend. You threw yourself into his arms the minute you saw him. You knew he was coming back today but figured it would be later in the day. You were absolutely overjoyed to say the least. You two stood there for a few minutes just enjoying each others embrace. Finally Jungwon spoke up and said “There’s my pretty girl. I’m so glad to see you baby. You have no idea how much I missed you. Come here let me give you a kiss. Oh also baby before I forget, there’s something I wanna talk to you about”. Instead of replying you just pull him into your apartment and kiss him. The kiss felt desperate on both ends, communicating to the other how much they were missed. Jungwon turns you two around swapping places with you so you were pushed against the front door. He leaned into you and at first you thought he was going to kiss you more but instead he leaned into your ear and whispered “Remember what I told you was gonna happen when I got home baby”? You shuddered at the thought because you did indeed remember what he promised he’d do to you upon his return. When he was done talking he started leaving kisses on your neck which earned him little sighs every time his mouth came into contact with your skin. What you wanted though was to touch him and feel him. You needed to show him how much you missed him while he was gone. He leaned in closer to you, paused and then moved to press his crotch into yours. He was already getting hard and nothing had even happened yet. He kept it up for a few minutes. While you two got caught up in each other he moved his hands to your hips to pull you down on him so he could rut up into you. “You’re hard already baby? I didn’t even do anything”. He smiled and said “baby I’ve been hard for you all week”.

You needed to touch him to show him how much you wanted him. He looks at you quizzically but doesn’t say anything as you move to pull him towards the couch. You pushed him down on the couch moving to stand in between his legs. He isn’t sure where you are going with this until he sees you move to get down on your knees. You stare at him with a devilish look in your eyes. You place your hands on his thighs briefly before you move to undo his belt. He sees where you’re going with this and he tries to stop you. You were one step ahead of him quickly pulling him in for a kiss and then leaning into him to whisper “can I suck your cock baby”? He threw his head back and groaned at the question. “Fuck princess, you can do whatever you want”. You were beyond excited at the prospect. You loved feeling him in your hand when you got him off but being able to taste him and feel him in your mouth was making you crazy. Jungwon sat back and put his hands behind his head enjoying seeing you on your knees for him. He didn’t even have to ask for you to suck him off you offered all on your own. He loved that you were just as desperate for him as he was for you. You moved to undo his belt and pull his pants and boxers down in one motion. You recalled the very first time you got him off and what he asked you to do. Looking him directly in the eyes you spit in your hand and proceed to start jerking him off. He moaned at the sight before him. You didn’t have a game plan going into this in fact, it was a last minute development. You didn’t know you were ready for this next step until you saw him after being gone for a week. You knew what made him feel good when getting him off with your hand so you figured you’d just apply that and make the rest up as you go. With no hesitation you take him in your mouth. You took as much of him as you could fit especially considering you’d never done this before. Slowly you bobbed your head up and down on his cock using your hand to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You pulled off of him for a second and put your attention on his tip leaving little kisses on it.

You take him back in your mouth hollowing your cheeks while keeping a steady pace. He had managed to keep his grunts quiet but his resolve was wearing thin. You could tell he was losing his mind so you briefly pulled off of him and said “baby does this feel okay for you”? He looked at you with a lazy smile and said “fuck baby your mouth feels so good around me. Keep going”. As he encouraged you to keep going he subconsciously pushed your head down to take him further in your mouth. You started going faster on him now, noticing he was close to finishing by the way his breathing sped up. You pulled off him once more looking up at him and batting your eyelashes saying “baby, I want you to fuck my mouth”. He looked at you to make sure he heard you correctly. “Fuck baby are you sure”? You nodded your head quickly saying “Yes baby, I want you to use me to get off. Do whatever you want I can take it”. If he wasn’t already in love with you that sentence alone would’ve done it. Since you were so sure you could take it, Jungwon decided to take you at your word and proceed to fuck your mouth. Before you took him in your mouth again he briefly leaned down to give you a kiss “shit, Princess is so eager for me to fuck her mouth huh? You like having my cock in your mouth baby?”. You looked at him shyly nodding your head. “Gonna take what I give you right princess?” He didn’t need you to answer because you didn’t have a choice to disobey and you would’ve never dreamed of it. It was a different feeling being there solely for him to get off. You were kind of embarrassed that him fucking your mouth like this made you even needier for him. You were so turned on hearing the lewd noises in the room from you choking on his cock. You couldn’t help but moan out at the feeling which only spurred him on further . He was letting out the prettiest moans for you. If you knew he would sound so fucking hot getting head you would’ve done this sooner. You were starting to get worked up yourself when he started moving his hips faster. It turned you on to no end that he was just using your mouth for his pleasure. The closer he got to finishing the filthier his words became. “Fuck my princess looks so good choking on my cock like this”. You were getting uncomfortably wet at this point looking for friction anywhere you could get it. You couldn’t help yourself you snuck your hand down in between your legs and started rutting against it. This action didn’t go unnoticed by Jungwon. He looked at you rutting against your hand and said “is my little kitty so turned on from sucking my cock that she can’t control herself”. You moaned in response quickening your movements.

Jungwon was dangerously close to finishing at this point by the whiney little moans coming out of his mouth and the pace at which his hips were moving. You stopped your motions focusing solely on evening your breathing so you didn’t choke. Jungwon swore he wasn’t a sadistic man but there was something about seeing you struggling to breath while taking him in your mouth with tears in your eyes that hurtled him directly towards his orgasm. You were so caught up in his movements you almost missed him speaking to you. “fuck baby where do you want me to cum”. But you didn’t answer quick enough and he finished in your mouth. The look on his face as you swallowed his load in your mouth damn near made him finish again. He hurriedly pulled you off of him and up into his lap immediately pulling you into a heated kiss. You make a move to get up and go to your room so you could change but before you could Jungwon stopped you. He pulled you back in for one more chaste kiss and looked you dead in the eyes and said “where do you think you’re going baby? it’s your turn”.

#kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #kpop writers #enhypen #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fic #kpop fluff #enha jungwon #enhypen smut #yang jungwon #kpop smut #enha smut #jungwon smut #jungwon enhypen #heesung enhypen

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betterlucknexttime · 5 months ago

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thinking of how renee gives andrew her knives (protection) and jean her cross necklace (faith), being the first person to give them what they needed most.

#thinking about renee being andrew’s friend when he had no one #believing he was a good person when everyone thought he was a monster #believing it enough to give him the tools to do horrible things (she knows what can be done with knives) and teaching him to use them #thinking about renee and jean being the right people wrong time #and how she acknowledges it because if she can be the right person for jean someone else can #but doesn’t ask for anything or expect anything #what a little tragedy amidst the big ones #and she drives all night to drag him out of hell and stops him from going back and tells him she’s proud of him #had anyone ever told jean they were proud of him?#had anyone ever told andrew he deserved to be protected?#neil did later and jeremy will but renee was the first #renee walker #andrew minyard #renee walker/jean moreau #jean moreau #all for the game #aftg #the sunshine court #tsc

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youdonthavetocallmedarlinnn · 9 months ago

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The Angel/Angelus plot line always irked me because they always said Angel and Angelus weren't the same person. First of all, Angel isn't a person he's a vampire, and vampires are monsters. They literally make monster movies about them. With or without a soul, the dude had a type, and it was called high school, and he did this both with and without a soul mind you. Hmmmm, kind of seems like they're the same guy living in the same gross cycle of mentally abusing and brainwashing teenaged girls before eventually killing them (or in Buffy's case trying but instead got sucked into hell- you shouldn't sword fight near the acathla when's feeling peckish, guys- this why we can't nice things). Then when he comes back he continues to live in the same mansion "Angelus" moved them into after once again mentally and emotionally torturing an entire group of teenagers, killing Ms calendar, and killing willow's poor fucking fish but cool art work, bro. Thanks for displacing the people you're living with for a nice torture routine. If they were truly different people, then why did they like similar things, and even with a soul, Angel still had problematic issues and glaring red flags like dating or stalking teenaged women while emotionally abusing and grooming them.

"When you kiss me, I want to die" is a hell of a thing to say to someone you "love," but that's what Buffy says, and it gets glossed over. That's not a declaration or measurement of her love, but it is very clearly language that comes from a trauma bonded and codependent relationship.

Dawn in season 6 when Spike is literally raising her like his child is the same age Buffy was when Angel first saw and subsequently “fell in love”with her and close to the same age Dru was when he tortured and turned her and Angel is even older than Spike both in years and grumpy grandpa personality 😭😭😭😭😭

#rant post #buffy the vampire slayer #spuffy forever #angel was boring and weird #spike never got the credit he deserved for just being a decent person when he's literally a souless vampire #angel was clearly a perv and got way to much credit because he had a soul he resented every fucking day #spike literally sought out and fought for his soul #and no one ever told him they were proud of him.#sunnydale high #sunnydalescoobies #spike btvs #buffy x spike #angel is as dull as a table lamp #someone wasn't woooorthy #codependency #trauma bonding #emotional abuse #mental abuse #grooming

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castieldelamancha · 2 years ago

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cas approaching sam one morning while dean cooks breakfast and asking him, with every ounce of seriousness in his body, to tell him embarrassing stories about dean's childhood because that's one thing the family of your partner usually does, or so he has seen on the tv. dean gives sam a threatening look pointing his spatula at him and sam really searches his brain for some embarrassing stories but all he can come up with is the complete opposite and he ends up telling cas about that one time dean was eleven and got a "job" at the motel they were staying at helping the repairman that worked there to make sure they had some money for food, or that time he climbed a tree because sam, that was four at the time, had seen a leaf that he wanted and he fell and almost broke a leg. once sam is done with the stories cas gets up with the excuse of helping dean but when he reaches dean instead of helping him he leans against his side, his head on his shoulder, and, smiling to himself about the light blush dusting dean's cheeks, he mutters a loving "i am so proud of you and of that kind and brave boy you were once."

#destiel #i am one big emotional bitch and????#huh #team free will #no one ever told that child they were proud of him #it was about time if you asked me

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unriding · 2 months ago

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Me sneaking into your asks with this drabble:

Disclaimer: I have yet to get a good grasp of Moze's character so this might be a bit OOC and on your side as well (sorry). I did my best. Also, this was inspired by the post you made abt telling Moze your tasks for the day | 600+ words (not proofread)

In Moze's eyes, you reminded him of a dog catching a case of the zoomies.

You were quite literally everywhere. He'd find you talking to someone one moment before you're rushing off to do something else entirely the next. It seemed like you had quite a lot on your plate as of recently. Tasks, things you wanted to do, and so much more spinning around that mind of yours. You've told him a bit of your plans so he has a general idea. But seeing you juggling all of those tasks at once makes both admiration and concern bloom in his chest.

One time, Moze found you carrying a box filled with items. It would've been amusing to him how comical it was that the items piled so high— he could barely see you behind it. However, he did worry right after given how you almost tripped over something. He managed to catch you and the items before both came crashing all over the floor.

He insisted on helping you carry the items to wherever its destination was. It took a bit of pursuasion on his side. Convincing you that it truly wasn't a bother to him at all, and that he'd be very much glad to be of assistance to you.

"I need to get these delivered first. Then go stop by the shop to buy some things. After that…" You go on to ramble about the things you had to do to help get a better vision on what else you had to do. "Oh, no… I messed up." The smile on your face dropping at the thought that had slipped your mind until that moment. "I forgot to invite Jiaoqiu to dinner with the others—"

"It's tomorrow evening, right? He knows. I mentioned it last time when I spoke to him." Moze says with a calm tone.

You blink at him, slightly caught off-guard by the man beside you. Though it's immediately replaced with relief and gratitude. The smile on your face already back, lighting up your features once more. Infectious as always, it makes the corners of his lips tug upwards as well. A small part of him feels quite proud to have been able to help you ease your worries even by a bit.

And this is when you start noticing it.

Did you mention that you're running out of a certain skincare product, but you can't find the time to stop by the store to buy it? Moze conveniently has to stop by near the store and buys it for you. Did you also mention that you wanted to do a certain task but keep forgetting about it? He gently reminds you about it via message or verbal if he's nearby. Did you also happen to mention that you've been meaning to try out a certain desert from a cafe, but the schedule simply doesn't seem to allow you? No fear, he passes by the store to buy you the treat.

Moze doesn't see you as someone incapable of handling things by yourself. To him, he simply sees it as a way to show his care. If making a quick stop somewhere, sending you a small reminder of something you had to do that day, or even helping you out with the tasks you need to accomplish, makes you smile? Gives you a chance to take a break? Let you worry less about the things you need to do? It's worth it in his eyes.

He does his best to avoid making you feel like you're bothering or troubling him (you really aren't). Most of the time, he does them discrcetly and casually. Partially, since he's also scared that you'll think he's weird or a creep for acting like that.

Please don't think of him badly.

Moze truly means well.

#🐦‍⬛🐕 .#彡 cy!#彡 inbox.#彡 cherishing.#excuse me cy 🥹🥹🥹 you wrote a drabble based off a vague little post i made about moze 🥺🥺 HOW WILL I EVER THANK YOU 🥺🥺 that is so sweet ?! ?!#600+ words ?!?! CY !!!!!! THANK YOU ?!?????!!!!!! IM IN SHOCK /pos IM STARING AT MY SCREEN LIKE 🥹🥹🥹🥹 YOURE SO KIND YOURE SO SO SO KIND !!!!#‘you reminded him of a dog catching a case of the zoomies’ HANSNDJDN i want to be his dog 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ and !! i have to say — the energy rush a #him is so real T T HE IS JUST SO FUN HES SO SWEET HES so awesome he’s so lovable — zoomies is inevitable with mr shadow guard of the yaoqin #im smiling so hard at the ‘you were quite literally everywhere’ AAAAAEEEE there is much to explore !!! THIS IS SO CUTE THOUGH IM SO 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺#THE CARRYING THE BOX SCENE ?!???!???? this reminds me of one of previous jobs i had ajanskdkxk YOU DONT REALLY NEED TO SEE . YOU CAN PEER #AROUND THE BOX — BUT MOZE SEEING ME IN SUCH A STATE IS SO EMBARRASSING/pos omg he caught me x0x IM BRIGHT RED AT THIS THOUGHT SHSNJDCJ also #cy !!! i will say that i love your writing and you put down your thoughts ….. this is such a cute read and my heart is so soft reading this #truly truly thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to write something as sweet as this for me ?!?! i am so blown away and so #thankful AND SO EMOTIONAL AND SO HAPPY oh )))): thank you thank you thank you thank you cy!!!! i adore you infinitely 🥹🥹🥹🤍🤍🤍#NOOOOO HE DOESNT NEED TO HELP ME CARRY IT ALL THE WAY THERE 🥹🥹🥹 SURELY SUCH A THING IS NOT IN HIS JOB DESCRIPTION #even if it was i would feel bad !!! T T oh my god please cy this image of him insistently that he’ll help is making me so red /pos he’s so #sweet ))): OH MY GOD AND THE RAMBLING SJSNSNDKXKKS IM REALLY SO RED AND FLUSTERED READING FHIS SKNSNDNX HES LISTENING TO IT 😭😭😭 HE IS #PERCEIVING ME 😭😭😭😭 but i do think my nervous chatter would activate in his presence — oh cy that would be so awful — to talk and talk and #talk his ear off :’) OMG OMG HE ALREADY TOLD JIAOQIU 😭😭😭 SAVIOR MOZE life saver moze i am indebted !!! TWICE NOW . THE BOX AND NOW THIS #him feeling proud ?! 🥹🥹 there is much more for him to feel proud about ! for example — how resilient he is / how strong he is / how kind he #is / how … i should not continue HIM KNOWING WHAT SKINCARE PRODUCTS I USE ????????? AND CHECKING WHEN IT RUNS LOW ??? ))))))): AND THE REMI #REMINDERS * MEAN SO MUCH TO ME OH CY ))): YOU ARE TOO TOO TOO KIND IM SO HONORED TO HAVE RECEIVED SUCH A GIFT insjdjxnj ))): cy !!!!!!!!!!#THE DESSERT …. I LOVE CINNAMON OR LEMON DESSERTS …… oh he is ))): he is too kind )): YOU!! ARE TOO KIND CY !!!!!! I WILL SOB INTO MY HANDS #BECAUSE THIS IS MAKING ME SO HAPPY AND )))): !!!! omg ))):#HE IS SO SWEET . HE MEANS WELL ???? I LOVE HIM I LOVE YOU I LOVE HIM I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU BOTH !!!!! i think i would genuinely burst into #tears thinking about him doing anything for me to :’) ease up some days :’) IM JUST :’) this is so thoughtful and so :’) im so incoherent a #and these tags are so messy — im just so happy and have read this like ten times over !! and go -> 🥹🥹 each and every time #thank you cy !!! ): from the very bottom of my heart!!!! you are such a skilled writer and you have such a kind heart #i saw your post about drabbles for friends and oh — im hugging you so tight — thank you for being so sweet to everyone ): i adore you so mu

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tonycries · 6 months ago

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Long Overdue!

Synopsis. Just cóckwarming? Funny, you’ll see who breaks first - him or your poor pússy.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, cóckwarming, creampíes, puníshments, REALLY NÉEDY BOYS, breéding, MAJOR overstím, slight exhíbitionism (Toji’s), spítting, they bég, pússy-slappíng, cúmplay, absolutely ruíning Ryomen Sukuna, marathon séx, chokíng, jealousy (Toji’s side), mean Geto, spànking, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.9k (sowwy)

A/N. I would say have a lovely week but then I remembered that leaks are coming out so…<3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 47 min.

“B-but, doll…” Toji’s groaning in that raggedly sweet tone, voice cracking ever-so-slightly when your plush walls gift him with another unabashed squeeze. Still unmoving. Torturous. “You’re actin’ like I can’t feel the way that needy pussy of yours is just cryin’ f’me.”

It hasn’t even been an hour, and oh god - Toji had absolutely no idea how he was going to make it out of this alive. No clue as to how he was going to break out of these extra heavy-duty handcuffs customized for him. To fuck up into your heavenly cunt the way you deserved.

The way he deserved.

“Sh-shut up.” you scoff, looking down at where you had him pinned down messily on the silken sheets. “Before I put a muzzle on you, too, after that stunt you pulled-”

“Anything.” he’s cutting you off. Syrupy mind just a bit too hazy with the feeling of his weepy tip kissing up against your g-spot and being able to do nothing about it. “Anything oh anything- muzzle me, tie me up- ngh fuckin’ call that loser coworker of yours and make me apologize for all I care. Just needa-”

Toji’s breath hitches when he squirms pathetically underneath you, biceps bulging when he pulls at those fuzzy pink restraints tied to the bedposts.

“Jus- want you to- fuckin’-” You’re squealing when you feel his thick, muscled thighs flex to plant his feet flat on the plush mattress, toned pelvis rippling. Body bowing up, up, up- “-move!”

It’s barely even a half-thrust, a grind - nothing in comparison to those long, thorough drags of Toji’s cock that you were used to. But the feeling of your every corner being stretched out so full after staying still for so long has you huffing and puffing in a way that has his swollen cock growing even girthier.

“It’s been ngh-” you reach blearily for the phone at your bedside table to look at the time. “-47 minutes! Y-you don’t get to act this way, y’know. Not after you were so rude to my coworker when meeting him earlier.” But it comes out more breathless than you intended.

Toji quirks a proud brow, cockiness seeping into his words now that he had you exactly where he wanted after so long. “No, I wasn’t.”

You’re babbling needily when your boyfriend’s reaching up to kiss at your bruised lips. Soft and licking at the seam of your petty complaints. “You told him to ‘fuck off’ right to his face, Toji! N’ after he was just being nice.”

“Just nice”, his ass. Toji saw the way he looked at you - and he didn’t like it, not one bit.

So in response, all you’re getting is another buck of his hips like such an animal. Once. Twice. Body curling up into yours to stuff your snug channel full. He’s waiting just until you keen and arch back for more before halting so agonizingly still, letting his painfully hard cock mold your plush walls.

You have to take a moment to collect yourself at the sensation of his prominent veins rubbing up against those hidden sweet spots only Toji could reach. To stop yourself from fucking back desperately.

“Dontcha think I’ve hah- already learned my lesson now, c’mon. Look-” Greedy eyes locking down at where you straddled him, your pretty pussy lips spread obscenely around his thick shaft. So so angry, covered in a mouthwateringly glossy sheen of your sweet sweet juices. “-bet she wants to be fucked like the slut she is.”

The force of his sharp pelvis has you tumbling face-first first into his chiseled pecs, just enough that Toji’s latching his bullying mouth onto one of your hardened nipples. Smug scar grazing against your sensitive areola, “Besides, is it really my fault?” Another ram, another crash against your ravaged g-spot, pumping in and out like he was addicted to the soft tug of your clingy walls back - now past just cockwarming. Way past. “Please, s’my right to be jealous, doll.” you watch his lewd smirk turn into something grittier. Something that definitely didn’t bode well for your poor cunt. Muffling out, “Sick bastards gotta know when to stay away from my woman.”

Before you’re opening your mouth to retort - or maybe threaten him with tying his legs up, too, so he’s left with only another 40 minutes of cockwarming - a sharp ring of your phone cuts through that heady, hypnotic air.

Toji only has to angle his head towards the flashing screen on the forgotten phone still dangling limply from your hand, and then his eyes are lighting up with such dangerous delight. “Answer it.”

“Wh-what?” you sputter. “Who is-”

Your coworker.

“Answer it.”

It’s the slow, sultry push and pull of Toji’s hips that have now got you in such a cockdrunk daze, a soft ah! ah! ah! leaving you with every rhythmic grind. He’s using the handcuffs as leverage to arch his hips off the bed, inching you closer and closer to puff out a feverishly sweet kiss onto your forehead. Whispering gently, “Answer it f’me, doll.”

And no sooner is the soft pad of your shaky thumb swiping across the screen, that tinny voice of your coworkers blaring through the speakers that-

“Hello?”

SNAP!

The handcuffs are hitting the hardwood floors before realization hits you - and in all of three seconds, Toji’s hulking frame is set free. Two rough palms sliding to your hips and just slamming you down the entire length of his throbbing cock. Burying so deep inside your heavenly cunt that you could feel the scratch of his public hair against your clit, Toi’s heavy balls twitching against your ass. And his voice - low and rumbling with need when he’s pulling your whole body weight up, up, up to kiss at his leaky, pink tip. And down. Again. And again and again and-

“Let’s show this fucker how sorry I really am, huh?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - As long as you want, darling.

“Are you sure, my love?” Nanami whispers in your ear in a low, satiny purr. The hot water from that candlelit bubble bath he’d lit sloshing around just a bit when two large, rugged hands of his come down to massage your shoulders gently. “S’been a long day.”

And, really, it has. A long day of overly picky clients and an even pickier manager - a long day that your lovely husband was slowly crumbling away bit by bit. Chest rumbling behind yours, legs intertwined with yours in the water, thick cock stuffed deep in your cunt.

You’re slowly nudged back into reality when he’s planting a lazy, heated trail of open-mouthed kisses down your shoulder. “If you want to sit in silence we can do that, too, darling.”

“No, s’okay, Ken.” It’s all you can do to manage out a hazy shake of your head, looking up from where your back was pulled flushed against his hard, sculpted front. Grinding the curve of your ass back to drag against his abs, skin-on-skin. “Want you.”

Fuck, that has him twitching like a man starved inside you. And the stretch, oh - it made your toes curl in depravity, head spinning at just how much your gummy walls were being molded to the exact shape and size of him. Memorizing every little curve and pattern of lewd throbs along your pussy.

A low rumbling sound in the back of his throat, heavy balls so so ready and squeezing painfully at your obscene words.

“But- you know if I go rough on you-”

You kiss his sharp jaw, licking languidly along the long column of his milky throat. Drinking in his heady, masculine scent to murmur, “And I want you now.”

And, well, how could Nanami Kento ever deny his pretty lil’ wife?

Which is why, in all of three seconds, the man himself had you reaching across the bathtub on all fours. Knees weak and shaking like a newborn fawn where he held you up easily by your hips, swollen cock still angry and splitting your poor cunt apart from behind.

“Whatever my love wants-” you hear Nanami breathe out shakily, moving from the first time since he carried you inside the bathroom to reel every long fucking inch of his girthy cock out, out, out from your sloppy hole. And if you angled your head back just right you could catch that messy glisten of your slick down his shaft. All the way until his fat tip was smearing all over your glossy folds. Waiting. Greedy. “-she will get.”

And his words were so sincere - solid, thorough, just like the dizzying thrust he was gifting your poor cunt with. Stretching that first rim of muscle so wide, feeding your pussy every inch he could give.

“O-oh-” you moan brokenly, your thighs already shaky with the stimulation of having Nanami squeeze his fat shaft down in bullying thrusts just to fit his mean cock inside. “Oh my god, Ken s’already so much-”

“M’not even halfway in.” he’s hushing away your pretty cries with a line of kisses down your arched spine, finally settling to crash his lips against yours. Bare chest rippling with muscle, “You can take it. You’re my good girl, right? Gonna take my cock until you forget all about that hngh- bad day of yours?‘

It’s like clockwork the way you’re nodding so dazedly, not even sure what you even agreed to until Nanami’s pushing in proud, powerful rams of his hips. Tip so hefty, leaking so much precum down your cervix - down the corners of your sopping slit.

“You’re so big-” you whine, ass stinging with the harsh smacks into his front. Screwing your glassy eyes shut, “S’too much, ngh-”

“Hey hey, now.” your husband tuts against your ear, the damp metal of his ring cold when he swipes softly at your cheek - refusing, for even a moment, to take off that evidence of his pure devotion to you. “Keep those gorgeous eyes of yours open, my love. Just look-.”

Coaxing those cockdrunk eyes of yours open exactly the way he always did, Nanami only smiles when your kiss-bitten lips drop into a shocked oh!

Because fuck, it didn’t matter how many times you took him - Nanami was always so massive. So unapologetically obvious when he was inside you. Your puffy folds spread shamefully, that bulging divot of his fat head peeking out, showing you in real time exactly how harshly he was crashing against your g-spot. Bruising. Sloppy.

Over and over and-

“Takin’ me so hah- well.” You mewl at the never-ending gush of praises, every lingering thrust of Nanami’s hips increasing in pace. “Wish you could feel- how wet you are.” He’s sliding a palm down your water-slicked skin, cupping the mess made of your cunt. “-how tight. How-” Body convulsing when you feel Nanami’s wedding ring so chilly against the heated part of your clit. Being rubbed into it over and over when he’s rolling the pad of his thumb in slow, sleazy circles. “-perfect. How perfect you are f’me.”

“K-Ken-” you’re whining, and Nanami already knows what you’re about to say - of course, he does. Immediately pinning your two arms behind your back with one of his much bigger ones, holding you upright to fuck into your dripping cunt harsher. More calculated. “M’close- m’close m’so-”

“So cum f’me.” he hisses, letting your fingers dance up to tug and graze his undercut all you pleased. “Cum f’me like a good girl.”

You don’t even realize it when you do - too caught up with every crashing kiss against your bruised g-spot. Every spike of white-hot pleasure when Nanami’s massive cock massages your walls so right. Fucking you over and over through your high.

Until all you can do is scream out his name, until all you can do is kneel there and take it while he’s absolutely ravaging your cunt - no thoughts of whatever bad day at work on your mind now, only filled with Nanami and the need for more, more, more-

Until you’re turning to hum deviously, “Your turn.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - HOURS

Times like this, Geto Suguru loved to tease you, loved to push the limits and see exactly what would make that pretty lil’ mind of yours tick.

Times like now - when he had you laying so peacefully on top of him, your lolling head moving gently up and down with his heavy breathing, his legs dangling off the other end of the couch, eyes firmly trained on the shitty action movie playing on-screen.

It would be almost wholesome, if it wasn’t for-

“Sugu…”

Ah, there it was.

“Yes, gorgeous?” Geto tries to hold back that dark glint in his voice. A smirk curling the edges of his strained words when you clench your clingy walls around him as a sort of punishment, shifting desperately. “Don’t like the movie?”

You’re hissing out through firmly clenched teeth, tugging on his skin-tight shirt to get your beloved boyfriend’s attention - but, alas, it doesn’t work. “The movie’s not the problem-” And lo and behold, you’re fucking your trembly hips back so deep against where he’d buried himself inside you about half an hour ago. Ass shifting on top of his heavy balls, clit throbbing on top of those neat tufts of black, your familiar movements trying to get him to massage his fat, weepy veins against your sweet spots again. “-it’s your fuckin’-”

“Ah ah, language, my girl.” he’s whispering, still not sparing your cockdrunk self a glance. Despite the way his achy head nudges in desperation against the bullseye of your g-spot in a way he knows will have you keening. Leaky divot meeting your bundle of nerves making you go insane after cockwarming him for so long. “S’jus’ getting to the best part.”

Fuck, you didn’t care - didn’t even remember the name of the movie you two were watching at this point.

But what you did remember was the way this exact scenario played out last time - when Geto decided to really pull out and continue with the movie marathon as if nothing happened. Just the memory has your needy pussy twinging in annoyance, trying even harder to suck him up depravedly.

And yet, all you can manage out is a few grumbles about “getting him back soon” and forcing your eyes back on the screen. Only gives occasional nudges and grinds down to nestle him cozier against your plush walls.

And you succeed.

That is, almost.

Until it gets to that erotic scene. A hazy blinking up at Geto told you he already knew this would be in the movie, high cheekbones flushed, watching your every single reaction from the corner of his dark, dewy eyes.

You’re teetering precariously on top of him when his achy dick twitches even harder in interest. Your slick coming down in hot oozes that soak his entire bottom half. Glistening in the light of the tv and helping you slide your sloppy pussy across his fat length.

“Suguru…”

Full name? Damn, he was in some trouble.

But, like the absolute bully he is, Geto only lets out a low whistle. A large, soft palm coming down to knead at the fat of your ass, stretching and pulling to help you hump your pussy even deeper. “Some awful actin’, huh?” he grunts, eyes still locked on the movie. Hips stuttering up as if unconsciously - primally, “Bet we could do a whole lot better.”

But, two can play that game.

“We could.” you whine syrupy and pitched higher than normal with lust. “Such a hngh- shame, though, right?” And at his surprised look of confusion, you’re plowing on smugly, “Because you’re on a sex ban for the next month.”

The reaction is immediate - pained eyes snapping onto yours, his pretty pink lips dropping into a shocked oh! and Geto’s spouting out unabashed, “Awww, c’mon, gorgeous don’t be like that. Wasn’t serious, wasn’t—” Panic veiling his actions when you bluff moving to get off. Yet, he plays right into your hands, heavy fingers sitting you back down on his cock to meet in a shallow thrust, molding at your elastic walls. Claiming, “-as if I’d ever deny you, gorgeous.”

And you can’t get another word out before he’s steadily using all those hours at the gym to his advantage to bounce you along his lap in a steady fucking. Slamming right up to where your pussy lips smashed into his hip bone.

“You’re so weak, Sugu–”

Hell, so what if he was the one that broke first?

Oh, he can’t deny though, the way just how needy you were - how you were pouting up at him with those sultry, beautiful eyes of yours to “just fuck me right” - has him throbbing achingly inside your heavenly walls. Stretching out that gummy channel to its limits, until you could feel every ridge and curve along his massive length.

“Mhm, m’weak.” Geto rasps, arms tightening around your waist to hover your entire body up. “But- only for you- ngh, only for-” And he’s barely even stuttering his hypnotic cadence before spreading his legs firmer, moving his quick, bullying thrusts enlarging your filthy hole. Geto’s abs burning, thighs straining. “-you n’ this pretty cunt, y’know.” Like a - very overdue - little apology for toying with you so much, one of his deft hands dip down to roll and tweak your puffy clit between two slender fingers. Promising. Faster. Flashing a look in your eyes that told you he was about to make it so you couldn’t walk for a week, at least. “So you better not think of hah- something stupid like a sex ban.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - 13 min.

Choso couldn’t tear his greedy gaze away, couldn’t stop aching for more and more of that delicious stretch of your gummy walls around him. Feeling so lecherous with every beat of silence spent devouring the pretty sight of you.

The way you were splayed out like such a slut for him on your once-fresh satin sheets, bent into such a mean mating press he didn’t think himself capable of. Laying your boneless body out in that obscene pool of cum and slick, only spreading farther and farther with each twitch of his poor, overstimulated balls.

“Ch-Cho!” your honeyed, broken gasp him blinking back those big fat tears of sensitivity. And fuck he swears he could feel that lewd slosh of his seed coating against your gummy walls in a sticky sheen. “Cho, why are you- ngh! Getting hard again? It’s only been about ten minutes-”

That has him looking down in surprise, ravaged raw lips falling into a fucked-out oh! at that sight of your puffy folds being spread further and further with the way all the blood in his body was rushing to his achy cock. Bulging. Slobbering down your slit to coat him all glistening and ready to slide in again.

“One more. Had enough of waitin’ around.” Choso rasps, words slurring out so quiet that you almost think you imagined it. “O-one more time, baby–”

He’s leaving no room for you to answer - for you to even think, to breathe before giving your sopping wet cunt an experimental thrust. Dewy eyes falling half-lidded and dangerous when he watches the way his cum gushes down your thighs in warm dredges at the simple gesture.

“I thought-” your nails rake down his toned back to leave red, angry lines of pleasure. “I thought you said we were jus’ gonna hah- cockwarm right now, Cho? To make sure it takes?”

And it was true, he wanted to make sure you don’t waste a drop of his seed, to have you painted white with him for as long as he possibly could - well, maybe partially out of your boyfriend’s own perverted desire. But, really, what’s the harm in a little self-indulgence?

“Please! Please I know I know, baby.” he’s pleading. Ignoring the ringing in his ears, the dizziness in his vision to kiss the glossy pout of your candied lips so soothingly - missing, a few times with how utterly wrecked you had him. “But you can hngh- take one more, right? Just one more, f’me? Please?”

One more - he’s whispering out that little manta over and over with each gifting, filthy crash against your g-spot. Fat tip so soaked with all the mess of your juices that it slides a thorough line right across your bruised cervix. That makes you keen, it makes you cry, it makes you just arch your back off the mattress to push you even deeper down Choso’s swollen cock.

You mewl when he’s licking a long, languid stripe up the sultry teartracks down your cheeks, “Yes, but- but Cho you should rest-”

As if that would stop him - not when every shred of his sanity is dancing away from him to the smooth staccato of his rolling hips.

Choso hisses when his bruised lips are crashing against yours, entire body jolting because the sheer stimulation after only this long since cumming is driving him insane. Too much.

You buck your hips wildly when he’s angling his toned pelvis just right to smack that divot on his thick head onto your already-raw sensitive spots. Convulsing uncontrollably to let out a few wispy globs of cum that fill you up from the bottom of your pussy - an orgasm you don’t think Choso even realizes. “F-fuck- did you just-”

The pool grows even wider.

“Yes- no.” he gasps, before immediately reeling his hips back and forth again like a man starved. “Maybe. But one more- just one more, baby. Please.” Your sloppy make out is now tinged with the salty taste of tears - both yours and his. Because with each slow, cautious drag of his cock marking your elastic walls, a fresh wave of sensitivity hits him. “Please- wanna cum. Need to cum. Please please please one more- please.”

He didn’t know who he was begging at this point - you or him. Holding such a vice-like grip on the easy curve of your hips to keep you from running away while he fucks you into the mattress for the nth time tonight.

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck can feel you in so deep.” you murmur hazily, bringing a hand up to draw an invisible line around the middle of your stomach. “Can feel you right in here-”

“Oh yeah? That so?” he’s smirking uncharacteristically. “Soon ‘nough m’gonna have you hngh filled all the way up until-” He drags a thick, lazy index finger of his right up the sensitive bud of your clit. Up, up, up to wrap a large palm at your throat, “-here.”

And you can’t help but think he looks so pretty - so absolutely wrecked with his dark hair untied, sticking in stray strands to his forehead. Flushed to the absolute roots from the apples of his cheekbones, his droopy eyes. Biceps bulging out attractively when he squeezes around your racing pulse.

Somehow, you manage to choke out, “Do it then.”

That’s all it takes for your poor, absolutely ruined boyfriend to cum. Cumming and cumming so hard it was like he couldn’t stop - didn’t want to stop.

Greedy gaze falling shut so sensually when your gummy walls squeeze the soul out of him, drinking up every single rope after rope of his hot seed. Sticky, oozing globs that thin out into nothing but blanks - and he’s still fucking your heavenly cunt through his high.

Still in the throes of his orgasm when he whispers, “Baby- my baby, are we really sure it took?” Fingers squeezing tighter around your gasping throat, “Maybe we should try one more time.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Honestly? 1 hour 26 min.

“Hngh-” you’re hiccuping, the front of your drenched panties leaving a lewd smear of glossy slick all over Sukuna’s abs. Dragging out his name in such a honeyed, needy whine, “Sukuna—”

With a growl, he’s gripping a fistful of your ass, holding your squirming hips so flush against his toned pelvis that he could feel every minute quiver of your puffy pussy lips. Every new bead of your sweet sweet juices slobbering down his front and onto the sobbing cock stuffed still inside your gripping cunt, “What, woman?”

You’re gifting him with a pouty kiss, the kind he’d never admit makes his painfully tight balls squeeze in depravity, “Don’t hafta be so mean.”

“M’not.” he grumbles, and yet gifts the mound of your cunt with a sharp smack! of his large palm. Soothing over the burning brand, “S’jus’ that someone decided to- hngh-” Muscled pecs rumbling with the memory from just a few hours ago, “-make me miss my morning meeting by being such a slut, hm? Just crying to ‘feel, tha’s enough.’”

That work meeting was long done now, having finished about half an hour ago from what he could spy from that clock across your bedroom. Doesn’t matter, as CEO he could miss all the fucking meetings he wanted - having a softer spot for you than anyone, anything.

But that didn’t mean he’d stop teasing you - toying with you until you were begging for twice as long as that meeting was supposed to last.

“So, really-” his voice cuts through those needy little grinds of your hips. Mindless, slow - trying not to draw attention to yourself as you rocked yourself slowly up and down Sukuna’s fat hilt. Caught red-handed, it’s all you can do to squeal when he’s digging those long, black nails into your heated skin, holding you so agonizingly still. “-m’jus’ doing exactly what you asked, brat.”

The way you kick and wrangle your legs have him leering even wider, “What? Heh, got a problem with that?”

“Yes!” you’re keening, tightening your legs around his waist until you could feel the balls of your feet digging into the tiny dimples at the back of his spine. “Wan’ed you to ngh- fuck me- not- not-”

His tip is swiping across every inch of your sweet spot, pressing in so hard but doing nothing about it. Teasing you with such feral twitches against your tight channel, “You jus’ wanted me inside you n’ this cockwarming s’all you’re gonna get.”

“Please?”

This earns you another rough slap on your bulging pussy, the pads of Sukuna’s five fingers branding onto your stretched-out swollen folds. Lingering a bit too long around your neglected clit. Assessing.

And, suddenly, you know it means that smug façade of his is crumbling bit by bit - right along with his sanity. Gruffing out a ragged, “I said-”

And then you squeeze - oh, you’re clamping down your snug walls in such a way that has Sukuna cutting himself off with a throaty moan. The greedy gaze of his darkened red eyes flying open, head thrown back when his hips traitorously buck into you.

“Fuck- fuck, you little minx.” he spits into the soft kiss you’re planting on his lips. Glaring at you despite the way his weepy tip coats your cunt in an appreciative glossy sheen, “You think you’re sooo fuckin’ slick, huh? You think you hah- won this? M’still not movin’, woman.”

Batting your lashes up so deceivingly innocently, “I have no idea what you mean, Kuna–”

Shit, the syrupy sweet sound of that sinful nickname sends wracking shudders all down Sukuna’s hulking body. Biting his lower lip to hold back a raspy moan, “Don’t.”

You’re only pressing your bare chest against his even closer, draping yourself all over like a second skin. Blowing a feverish puff of hot air down his steadily reddening ears, “I have no-” Pressing a chaste peck right at his cheek, his forehead. “-idea-” On the edge of his pink locks - exactly where you knew he loved but would never ever tell you. “-what you mean-” Before finishing off with the final blow, to thumb open his angry mouth. Eyeing in amusement at how easily he’s letting his tongue loll out already - pussydrunk and all ready for you to spit a steady glob of saliva once. Twice. Wiping off those intentional splatters at the corner of those pretty pink lips, “-Kuna.”

“You’re gonna fuckin’ regret this.”

As if to prove his point, Sukuna is immediately pulling out - taking only a split second to flip you over to press your back against his broad chest. The bed creaks in protest as he sheaths himself inside your gooey cunt in one, harsh thrust.

All of it - making sure you swallow every thick inch by fucking inch of that same cock you’ve been begging for all morning. He doesn’t waste a second before spreading his knees to smack those sharp hip bones against yours again. Doesn’t even wait for you to adjust.

“You’re such a slut when you- hah- beg f’me, y’know that. Don’t know why you bother with that good girl act but-” Slap! For a moment, you wonder whether he smacked you - only to realize it’s the sheer power of his thrusts. Unforgiving, long drags in and out to fill you up in places you didn’t even know existed, bruising your flesh. “-at least I ngh- get to bring out the nasty bitch in you.”

Fucking you so relentles now. Your brain’s too fuzzy to even call him out on his little insult, managing out only choked up, “F-fuck you’re so- s’too good- Kuna.”

Those moans have him drunk, one set of thick fingers reeling you in by your pretty throat. So thankful he chose this position, because now he gets to fully let the ecstasy take over his face. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, face tinted a delicate pink, so fucking hot where he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

“J-just shut up and take it, brat.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - 2 min. (and 15 seconds!)

“F-fuck-” he breathes out unsteadily. Blue eyes falling shut as he throws his head back in pleasure, and his lips have that freshly-kissed look to them when he’s groaning. “Fuuuck, m’sorry m’sorry. You’re gonna be the hngh- fuckin’ death of me, sweetheart.”

Now, the great Gojo Satoru already had an inkling about this fact by the time you’d caught him rifling through that batch of chocolates you’d been saving up for a week. Brows furrowed, foot tapping in anger. Whoopsies.

And he already knew it’d be true when you’d shoved him down on the nearby couch and scolded him in that stern, sexy voice of yours that went straight to his aching dick. Toying with your glistening pussy while you straddled his toned lap, telling him to dare not move “or else.”

And fuck, he swear he saw the gates of heaven open up right then and there when you actually took him.

But shit, now, Gojo didn’t consider himself a weak man - far from it, actually, he was the strongest and he knew it. And yet he’s never felt so utterly fucking helpless with his throbbing cock enveloped deep in your cunt where he couldn’t see, freshly leaky, angry tip hitting down that familiar path to your g-spot. But staying there.

Unmoving.

So fucking agonizing that even you’re noticing the twitch of Gojo’s fingers on the plush of your hips, the way his jaw is clenching so tight. Raising an amused brow, “Toru?”

“Y-yes?” he yelps, voice a few octaves higher than normal. Jolting - and the movement is enough to cause a slight shift inside your dripping wet pussy. Tremors running down his spine at that sinful little taste of what he’s been craving so badly.

“Toru, you’re already such a mess.” you manage to giggle, purposefully grinding down in smooth gyrations that have his fat head drawing wet circles over and over around your sweet spots. “N’ I just put it in.”

“No!” Gojo’s whining hotly, big fat tears of sheer need pricking at his eyes. “No no no s’been more than long enough-” Gliding two large, pale hands to smooth over the globes of your ass, groping you to shove even more of his angry inches into your swallowing pussy. Ragged breaths coming out in gusts, “-please. Please.”

His words are breaking so sluttily at the end, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down his pale throat when he’s lifting his impatient hips off of the couch - once. Twice. Desperately searching for some friction.

“Satoru, if you can’t handle cockwarming for more than two minutes…”

“Please!” And he looks so pretty begging like this, gasping out wet pleas into your open mouth. “I’ve hah- l-learned my lesson, my girl. Don’t hold out on me now.” Powerful hips stuttering up like he was hesitant on pissing you off any more. “Said m’sorry- see?”

You whirling to look down at where Gojo was lolling his head down in such a pussydrunk way, only to be met with the lewd sight of your snug cunt being split apart by his massive cock. Glossy lips spread, bulging - struggling with the effort to accommodate his girthy, pulsing shaft. The stretch.

The sight is something that makes you squeeze your clingy walls to take the shape of him - so tight that Gojo swears he could feel his breath being cut off.

He hisses, words coming out so pained. Eyes half-lidded in wonderment at the way that tiny hole of yours gets stretched so obscenely around his thick hilt. “Ohh, fuck yeah. Thought you’d like that- yeah- yeah, just like that.” And you’re barely getting the chance to brace yourself before his hips are bucking up wildly. Like he was out of control - like he didn’t even know what he was doing right now. “S-sorry, said m’sorry. Fuck, m’sorry- sooo fuckin– sorry.”

Every breathy apology is punctuated by a heavy thrust, now fully forgetting that little punishment of his. IMean now. Pushing past that feeble resistance to fuck you all the way till you could feel that upwards curve of his dick branding against your cervix, your lungs. Over and over and-

“Hngh- ah, Toru!” you’re squealing when he dances a long hand down to rub over your pretty clit. Soft palms wet with a gloss of your slick with each tight circle. Again. And again and again and- “Y-you’re still not forgiven, y’know.”

It wasn’t very convincing - not when your greedy hips are limply bucking down to try and meet his rough cadence.

“I know.” he grits. “I know I know- fuck, I know.” Spitting straight into your sagging open mouth, he’s swiping at the lewd mess, “N’ I’ll buy ya more- buy ya the hngh- whole fuckin’ ch-chocolate store if you want.” Heavy balls smacking against your ass, pushing in powerful rams of his tip into your g-spot. Rambling drunkenly to himself now, “Just wanna- wanna-” Tears of sensitivity are streaming down his face now, as wet as the mess he was making of your poor pussy. And it takes only a few anticipated, purposeful thrusts before- “-cum.”

You barely have the time to even register those thick, hot globs f cum being stuffed into the very bottom of your pussy. Filling you up with Gojo’s sin when he’s throwing his head back to moan, hips bucking up, up, up to paint your deep core white.

“No no no no- no-” he’s babbling, still shooting up sticky streams of seed inside you. Fingers so erratic on your cunt now, Back arching up off the cushions to ram into you like some little ragdoll, from the very tip of his goading cock. “You have to cum- need you to cum, sweetheart.”

You’re just milking him, clinging onto him so tight it’s hard to crash his ruddied, sobbing tip even harder into your g-spot.

It’s almost like he’s forcing it out of you, wrenching out a hazy orgasm where you’re seeing stars behind your eyes. A loud whine of your boyfriend’s name leaving your swollen lips when he’s fucking you through peak after peak-

“Is this a good time to tell ya I ate those leftovers you were savin’ up, too, or do I hafta beg for forgiveness again?”

“...”

A/N. Listen, I know that Sukuna would be a TYRANT CEO but it’s for the aesthetic ok.

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