#anyway hope you like it

[virtualtear00]

Girl who says she's fine

[haveihitanerve]

I am a proud Bruce Wayne can cook believer so I, a humble tumblr user, request Bruce cooking with his family.

YES. sorry that was loud. But yes 100%. i gotchu

Dick: Dick awoke to the sound of sizzling. He slipped out of bed slowly, padding down the stairs into the kitchen. Alfred was off on a little veteran excursion with old friends, and it was just him and Bruce in the manor for the week.

Bruce was standing at the stove, humming along to the soft music playing, an apron wrapped around his waist as he flipped something in a pan with one hand, messing around with a spatula in the other. He turned when Dick entered the kitchen, smiling.

"Hey chum, you're awake! Wanna help me cook some breakfast?" Dick nodded, climbing onto a chair to peek at the eggs Bruce was making. "I'm making omelets. They're simple and quick and provide you with lots of good protein and vegetables." Bruce informed him, lifting him off the chair and onto his hip instead, handing him the spatula.

"Go on, flip it." Dick laughed, leaning over the pan to flip the omelet. "Nice work chum!" Bruce cheered, sliding the finished omelets onto two plates. "Now we make some bacon- and.." Dick leaned against Bruce's chest, watching as he easily moved around the kitchen, explaining every step as he went. It was nice. Cozy. Domestic.

Jason: Jason awoke to the smell of frying bacon. He slid down the banister into the kitchen, and padded over to Bruce's side, who was leaned against the counter, drying dishes. "Hey Jay lad." Bruce greeted with a smile, bending down to lift him up. "What's up?"

"What're you making?" Jason asked around a yawn, peering around the kitchen for the source of the smell. "Oh," Bruce grinned, bending down so he could peer into the oven. "I'm making breakfast muffins. They've got bacon, eggs, cheese, and jalapeños." Jason's stomach rumbled and Bruce laughed, standing again.

"It'll be ready in a few Jay." He plopped Jason on the counter, grabbing a cookbook off the shelf. "In the meantime, wanna help me get started on this pot roast for dinner?" Jason nodded, running his hands along the old, yellowed pages of the cookbook. Bruce smiled as he watched him, collecting the ingredients.

"It was my mothers." He informed him, picking the recipe. "and one day," He bopped Jason's nose with a spoon. "It might be yours." Jason smiled.

Tim: Tim awoke to the sound of clanging dishes. That was... strange. Tim jumped out of bed, hand closing around his bo staff. His parents were off on another one of their little adventures. He was home alone. There wasn't anyone else in the house. Or, not supposed to be.

Tim crept down to the kitchen, keeping his back against the wall, before slowly peering inside. Bruce was standing at the sink, filling dirty pots and pans with soapy water, an apron wrapped around his waist, though clearly not big enough for him, so Tim assumed it belonged to the old cook who must have left it when Janet fired her.

"Uh," Tim cleared his throat and stepped into the kitchen, leaving his staff in the hallway. "Bruce? What are... you doing here?" Bruce turned to face him, smiling brightly.

"Timmy! You're awake! Lovely, sorry to drop by unannounced, but you mentioned yesterday not eating breakfast lately, and, well, I figured I'd stop by and make you something." He wiped his hands on a towel, suddenly seeming a little nervous. "If- if that's all right?" Tim nodded slowly, unsure.

"Uh, yeah- yeah no that's fine. What um, what for though?" As far as he was concerned, Robin hadn't done anything wrong lately, and he definitely hadn't done anything that warranted Bruce coming over to make him breakfast. Unless this was Bruce's way of softening the blow of firing him... Something curdled in Tim's stomach.

But Bruce smiled, set at ease again, and turned to his dishes. "Oh no reason, you just mentioned not having eaten breakfast and well," he laughed lightly, sticking a brush into the sink to help his cleaning. "Its... a little bit of a tradition, you know." He shrugged. "For me to cook something. For every Robin. You don't, uh, live at the manor, but that doesn't mean you should miss out."

Tim blinked in confusion. Bruce was... openly sharing a Robin tradition with him? That was new. Bruce sighed, apparently knowing it to, and turned back around. "I'm sorry Tim, I should... this is weird.. I should have told you I'd be coming and... you're permanent Tim."

Tim stared at him wide eyed. "I'm what?" He repeated, utterly confused and a little scared. "You're permanent." Bruce repeated, eyes utterly serious. "i know I haven't always been the best towards you, but I'm trying. I want to- I want to fix that. And be there for you. Like your parents should be. I'm not trying to replace them- I just want you to know I'm here and-"

He was rambling, words moving too fast for Tim's ear to pick up, his own cheeks flushed as his hands moved awkwardly in his haste to explain. Tim didn't care. He'd stopped listening after 'you're permanent'.

Before Bruce had a chance to react, before Tim could stop and think more about what he was doing, he was across the room, his arms wrapped around Bruce's torso. Tim's mind finally connected to his body and he tensed, waiting for Bruce to push him away, to say "no thats not what I meant"... but after a short pause, Bruce's arms wrapped around him.

He was warm and strong and solid, firm and protecting. "I've got you Tim," Bruce whispered, his breath tickling Tim's ear, but the words sweeter than anything he'd ever heard. "You're permanent."

Steph: Steph didn't know how he was in her house. She wanted to know how he'd found her much less. As Bruce Wayne, even, not as Batman. She just stared at him. At Bruce. Standing in her kitchen, awkwardly, holding a Walmart bag of groceries. He cringed, lifting said bag. "You wanna make some waffles?"

Stephanie didn't even know what her life was, anymore. Here she was, ex-robin, remade Spoiler, standing in her cramped, crappy kitchen apartment, making waffles with fucking Batman, except it wasn't Batman, it was Bruce, and he was wearing her obnoxious purple apron and was singing along to her horrible music taste and he was good at singing damn it, and he was laughing at her jokes and even making his own and he even let her lick the spoon and the waffles looked delicious and...

"Why are you here Bruce?" She asked finally, while they were waiting for the last waffle to finish, and Bruce had already moved on to do the dishes for her. "Hm?" Bruce returned, pretending like he hadn't heard her, or understood her, though she could tell by the way his shoulders tensed that he had.

"Why are you here?" She repeated, crossing her arms. Bruce sighed, shoulders slumping. "Because I messed up." He whispered quietly. Steph stilled. "What?"

"I messed up." He repeated, and returned to his scrubbing, doing it more forcefully than necessary, and not turning around to face her. "I- I shouldn't have fired you Stephanie." And that was when the world slid out from under her feet.

"W-what??" She exploded. Bruce bit his lip, knuckles white on the scrubbing brush. "It- it was wrong of me to fire you. I- I'm sorry." And any fight she was gearing up for went out of her. "I was just so mad, and- and I was missing Tim and Dick and Jason and everyone... and its no excuse." He turned, finally, meeting her eyes. "Its no excuse. Not for how I treated you, not for any of it. And, I'm sorry."

Steph stared at him, rendered speechless for the first time in her life. Bruce fidgeted under her stare, but to his credit did not move away, or break eye contact, or flee. "Why now?" She finally managed to squeeze out. Bruce sighed, and it seemed like enough of an acceptance of his apology for now that he turned around again, and resumed doing the dishes.

"I don't know. I guess... I guess because I realized I hadn't done it with you yet." he gestured to their pile of waffles. "Cooked. Cooked for you. I cook for every Robin. For every Robin I've ever had I've cooked. And I- I didn't do it for you. And its because you weren't there for very long but truly its because I didn't want to. I didn't want you to be Robin. Because that meant Tim truly was gone. Because I only get a new Robin when the old one is gone. Gone for good." He shrugged. "There's no excuse."

"Those sounded like some pretty good ones right there." Steph joked lightly. Bruce smiled at that, but still didn't turn around. "But they aren't." Steph swallowed, and slowly walked closer, taking a rag and slowly drying off the dishes he finished.

They worked in silence for a while, until all the dishes were cleaned and put away again, and Steph motioned him to sit down at her rickety old table, and served them waffles.

"I forgive you." She said finally, when they had both eaten their fill. Bruce looked at her. Clearly shocked, but... listening. Staying. She loosed a breath, leaning back in her chair the way Jason had taught her.

"I forgive you because... because you have some pretty good reasons and because... well these waffles are really good." That got a smile, a crack in his mask, and Steph smiled back before she could stop it.

"But mostly..." His smile faded and he waited. Waited. Stayed. "But mostly I forgive you because you apologized. And because I want to. Because well," She smiled ruefully. "Robin can't ever stay mad at Batman for too long can he?" Bruce smiled back, smaller, more subdued, but he smiled back. "No," The words sounded almost sorry. "No he cannot."

Damian: Damian awoke to the smell of home. But... that wasn't right. He wasn't home. Not, not at home. He was at the Manor. At Home home. But the smell...

Damian slipped out of bed, walking to the kitchen. He found Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Steph there, yelling at each other and cooking, Bruce and Jason doing the most work while Steph handed them things, Tim read stuff aloud from a big yellow cookbook, and Dick watched, occasionally sampling things and calling for more of something.

"What's going on?" Damian asked, and his words cut through the chatter like a knife. Silence fell. Damian regretted speaking immediately, wishing he hadn't come downstairs at all. But Bruce turned with a smile, still stirring something that smelled so familiar.

"Hey Dami," he greeted, nodding his head for him to come closer. "Happy Birthday. We just decided we'd get together and make you something special for breakfast." Tim nodded and he and Dick herded him to the table, sitting him down and tying a napkin around his neck.

Jason appeared from the kitchen, carrying a tray that wafted like home. "We made a bit of everything," He eldest brother said with a sheepish smile. "Wasn't sure which you'd like." He set the tray down and Damian couldn't stop the tears from welling up, not as he beheld the staples, the dishes Mama had made him. That he had shared with Grandfather.

"Wh- why? What?" Damian looked around at all the sweaty, proud, flour covered faces, beaming at him from around the table. "Do you not like?" Bruce asked in concern, brows furrowing.

"NO!" Damian returned, a little too forcefully, cheeks turning pink. "No." he said, a shade quieter. "Its lovely, but, but why?" Steph grinned, leaning over to ruffle his hair. "Because, little moon, it's Robin tradition that Bruce cooks for you. And, well, since we're fairly certain you're gonna be the last of us,"

"I don't think B's hair can take anymore." Jason grumbled. Tim snickered in agreement and Bruce smacked the back of his head with a small, fond smile as Jason ducked, laughing lightly. Steph rolled her eyes at them, winking at Damian as she continued. "We figured the rest of us would pitch in too." Dick grinned, leaning over to pour him a glass jellab. "Happy Robin Birthday Damian."

[everythingmp3]

melting the ice

adult!Van x fem!reader

you run into the hot professor you talked to once before and she is gracious enough to offer you a ride home - you get stuck in a snow storm, so you are trapped in her car for a while. you get to know each other more intimately.

authors note: I wanted to write Van as a prof but without an intense power imbalance, so reader isn’t one of her students! the vibe is still similar to my other fics for her but I felt like trying sth different, so yeah, I hope you enjoy! <3 (its around 7k)

warnings: smut (reader receiving), minors dni

the snow had come over night.

for weeks the weather had been too mild, and then, out of nowhere, your entire college town got snowed in within just a few hours.

it was the first week of November and fall had suddenly turned into winter: freezing cold air, miles and miles of untouched glittering snow, until everyone woke up and had to make their way to school or work, including you.

on your way back from classes later that day, it was still just as brutal outside, your hands would have turned blue, had you not kept them in your pockets the entire time, so you decided to make a stop at a cafe.

it was around 4 pm, so the cafe was packed with everyone else who was seeking out a moment of warmth and refuge on their way home. as you stood waiting for your order, you were zoned out because your body was tingling with the sudden raised temperature, so you startled more than you should have, when someone lightly tapped you on the shoulder.

it took you a second when you turned around, to realize who the woman was, but then it hit you: the hot professor you had talked to during your first week at college. the memory came back to you: you had both stood outside the building one night, to get away from all the socializing and mingling, and had gotten into a really nice back and forth. you remembered being a bit heartbroken when she told you she wasn’t part of your faculty, that there was no way she would ever teach one of your classes. you also remembered her being funny, being nice, so it was a pleasant shock, the one she’d given you just then.

"oh sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, I just thought hey I recognize her, might as well say hi" she laughed, her eyes sparkling in the unusually white light that reflected through the window.

"yeah, I remember you!" you said, a bit too enthusiastically. "Van, right?".she nodded, smiling.

you recalled that she’d told you that she makes all of her students call her by her first name because she hates the term "Miss". it seemed to please her. she brushed her hair out of her flushed face, that somehow looked even prettier when pink from the cold. she repeated your name back to you too, which surprised you, that even two months after that night, she also remembered.

"it’s nice to see you again. how have you been? settling in alright, I hope?" she asked, tilting her head lightly, eyeing you with interest. you nodded "yeah, it’s okay so far, I’m surviving" signaling that it wasn’t all perfect, which she appreciated, the honesty. "me too, yeah" she mused.

as you both waited for your drinks, you had to stand rather close to each other because it was crowded and there was barely any space to move. she smelled good, her demeanor was open and bright, her lips somehow looked luscious and soft even on a day with frozen over windows, so you almost grew a bit nervous. still, you were glad for the forced proximity, getting to have a close look at her in the daylight, her freckled skin, barely a few inches away.

"I actually thought of you during my first week of teaching" she told you, which you almost didn’t believe at first, but she went on "yeah, talking to you that night was really nice, I thought wow okay the kids here are really bright huh. well. you set my expectations a bit too high. was kind of a letdown at first, I have to admit."

you were unsure if your expression gave it away, that you felt giddy at the thought of her thinking all that about you, in your absence.

you smiled and returned the compliment by telling her that you’d had a similar feeling when you met some of your profs, that some of them were average at best and that she was definitely someone you’d have preferred over some of your male profs.

she didn’t conceal her joy very well either as she listened and leaned against the counter, where you were still waiting for your coffees, until the barista called out your order and you both turned around - laughing when you realized that you had asked for the same thing, a whispered "good taste" from her as you both reached for your respective cups.

on your way out you used the chance of having run into her to gossip about the professor whose class you had just gotten out of.

"he loves to hear himself talk" you said, radiating annoyance, which made her laugh.

"and you dont share that love, I assume?" she asked, eyeing you as she held the cafe door open for you, a bashfulness to the way you accepted the gesture.

"no. I have to be careful not to roll my eyes. he already hates me anyway, I think" you responded once you were both on the sidewalk that was still covered in snow.

"hm, I can see that" she said, as you both stood there, clasping your hands around your warm to-go cups.

"huh? what’s that supposed to mean?" you asked, acting more offended than you were, which made her laugh more and explain herself. her nose scrunched up when she really laughed at something, you noticed this. it made your face feel warm even in that frozen landscape.

"oh, you just seem like someone insecure men wouldnt love to be confronted with."

"well, you do too" you said, looking at her as you took a sip and felt the warm bitter taste on your tongue.

Van nodded, something in her gaze giving away that she felt it, that you were similar on some fundamental level, that there was a shared quality to you, that not that many others around campus shared.

"so, how are you getting home?" she asked.

"my car engine is fucked from the ice, so, I have to walk.." you said, holding your cup tighter, trying to soak up any heat you could.

Van seemed a bit appalled by that image. "what?? that’s not good, youre already shivering" she said, pointing at how you were holding yourself.

"it’s okay" you reassured her, half-convincingly.

"no, come on, let me drive you, its no trouble at all" she knew that the dorms were a decent distance away from that part of campus, so that was probably why she took pity on you.

"really?" you asked, unwilling to be a nuissance.

"yes, sure, come on" she said and waved you over to follow her to her car that was parked right down the street.

once you were inside, you breathed out in relief. the air was warm but not suffocatingly so, there was enough room for you to get comfortable, and it felt soothing, to be unexpectedly taken care of by a stranger. or, a semi-stranger. whatever she was to you at that point.

during the first minutes of the drive, you naturally fell into a conversation, it was easy, you felt like you transported right back that night where you had lost track of time talking to her, trying to win her over. you talked about the food around town, the few spots that were actually good, you talked about your exam seasons, how you’d managed, the awful lighting in the library, her hours and hours of meetings with faculty members that lead nowhere.

it was funny, to talk to a professor like that, like a friend. Van seemed eager to talk to you and you felt the same way; it was clear that you were both a bit starved for genuine connection - you dropped subtle hints here and there about not being the type of person that conservative small town folks would be obsessed with. she said something about being different than her colleagues, she paused for a second when she said that, you caught it.

you both threw glances at each other, more you than her because she was driving, but it was clear that you felt a sense of kinship. for more reason than one.

a few minutes into the drive it suddenly snowed again. intensely. at first, she thought she could keep driving, but within minutes she could not see more than a few meters in front of the car, the air was thick, the roads became risky to stay on, so she had to pull over. you were on a forest road, she parked her car on the side that was lined with trees.

"fuck." she sighed and rested her head on her hands for a second. "well, feel free to get comfortable" she joked in a dry tone, "you probably regret taking my offer now, huh?".

you smiled and shook your head, genuinely unbothered. "oh, not at all, I didn’t have much else going on anyway. I would have been boring myself to death right now."

that made Van lean back and look at you from the side, a bit more relaxed then, surrendered to your situation of being stuck there, her legs spread in a way that made it hard not to let your eyes wander down.

"didn’t make a ton of friends then, hm?" she teased, her voice smooth and low.

"no. shocker, I know." you said, turning your face to her, watching her expression change to one of amusement. it suited her. her eyes somehow both dark and sparkling, at the same.

"what about you though?" you asked.

"me? well take a wild fucking guess" she said, raising her eyebrows, which made you laugh. "no?"

"nope." she shook her head, glancing out of the window for a moment.

"so... you just teach and go home and walk around on your own? thats kinda depressing" you messed with her, which made her snap her head back around to meet your eyes.

"um, you do the exact same thing, miss. except you listen instead of teach. besides. I am old, youre the one who should be getting into trouble, not me, you have no excuse" she said, her tone more stern then, which pleased you, sensing that it was an act, the kind that bordered on flirting.

"miss". something about that word being thrown at you to tease you, it felt thrilling.

"old? please, youre like what, 40...?" you waited for her to complete the age, but she stared at you for a second, letting you hang in the feeling of not knowing, guessing, until she said "5.", not smiling, just plainly giving you the exact number, watching for a reaction.

you took a long look at her then, her face, somehow even more intrigued than before. something about having her explicit age was hot. a turn-on. you sounded it out in your head "forty-five".

"okay, that’s a good age" you said, not backing down.

she was taken off guard by that and gave you a confused look. you knew she was too clever to miss the subtext there.

"a good age for what? ending it all?". another moment of her getting a true laugh out of you, she suppressed a smile when she heard it.

you enjoyed her dark humor, you joined in on it "oh, mine is good for that too, youre not special".

"right, so, should we just... let ourselves get snowed in and starve to death here then?" she said and gestured at the storm outside.

"sure, please, put me out of my misery" you said, stretching out your legs, looking at her again, meeting her eyes and catching something in her gaze that was close to affection, her smile softer than before. something about her facade had cracked. you could tell.

there was a sense of familiarity in the air, which only intensified with the knowledge that you were trapped in that small enclosed space for a little longer. there was a coziness to it, the dark gray outside, contrasted by the orange glow of the small lamps in the car, the smell of your coffees mixed with faded leather seats and her perfume. it soothed and excited you. you hoped the snow wouldn’t calm down for at least a while longer.

"can I ask why you came here for college?" Van broke the silence, considering you with clear interest, patiently sitting in her seat and watching you.

"well. I wanted to move across the country, away from... everything. and here it wasn’t too expensive, so yeah, easy decision in the end. and it’s good, I don’t regret it, but it does get lonely sometimes, I won’t lie" you felt like being open with her. she was glad.

"yeah, I hear you. I also moved here from a bigger city that was kinda suffocating me, so yeah, it can get lonely around here. but uh, sorry if it’s too personal, do you not have anyone you’re close to around here?" she asked, concerned.

you thought about it for a second. "well, I mean I have nice roommates and acquaintances, but nobody that really makes me feel less alone. if that makes sense"

that seemed to resonate, she nodded, making a "hm" sound of understanding. "yeah, it does actually. I’m sorry though, I’d hate to think you feel alone. that’s not good" her voice gentle then, a sting in your heart, not used to it, that level of unflinching attention to your needs.

"same to you" you said, covering your vulnerability, turning it back to her.

Van shook her head and scoffed "oh please, who cares about me, you’re young, you’re more important"

that way of putting it touched you but you couldnt really agree "I don’t know about that" you said, quietly, looking down at your lap.

"so, what do you do then?" she asked, turning the tone a bit more bright again, "what do you get up to? there must be something".

"I hang out at that bookstore downtown a lot, the building is nice, but their choices are not it..." you told her.

"yeah I know" she agreed, still looking at you even when you looked away. a pleasant feeling. a tingling sensation on the left side of your face.

"you could borrow some of mine sometime if you wanted. if theres one thing I have it’s too many books and dvds..." she mused.

"yeah I would like that. and dvds?" you asked, holding back a joke about how outdated that was.

"yeah, you know what those are?" she teased, nudging you in your shoulder lightly, a simple, innocent touch that somehow still felt intense.

"I am not a baby, Van, yes, I know what those are, I know VHS too for that matter" you said, leaning closer to her, challenging her in a way by staring up at her. she didnt seem to mind. she held eye-contact, a grin on her face then. that suited her too. all of her expressions had their own appeal to you.

"oh okay, look at you" she responded, nodding in approval.

you went on like that for a few minutes as the snow kept falling outside, your view still kept at only about two meters in every direction, no sign of it easing up. you forgot about the outside world and talked about more personal issues then, both of you shifting in your seats to sit in a more relaxed manner, speaking more freely, both happy to get some time to just say whatever came to mind to someone you didnt have a complicated relationship with. she told you about some grievances with her colleagues, but stopped herself in the middle and said

"sorry, I forgot that you’re a student. I shouldnt be telling you all that, huh" she said. but you’d quickly grown to love it, being trusted, being let in by her.

you had also spent the entire time noticing how pretty she was to you, how her voice and her manner of speaking and her physicality all made you hope and pray that you werent imagining it, her lingering glances.

"I’d like it if you forgot actually" a bit bolder then. she paused for a second, stared at you. considered her next move carefully-

"hm. and whys that?" she asked, unwilling to give in that easily. forcing you to reconsider. to choose your words wisely. she wouldn’t stop looking at you and you couldnt stop staring, so you felt pushed by her to change strategies. to be more shameless. to try and get to her.

you moved closer to her then and said "I always have cold hands, you know. today it’s really bad, even though I had that coffee and we’ve been in here for a while. they’re freezing." you eyes soft, pleading.

she still wouldn’t budge. she would make you come onto her. "uh-huh" she said, her voice even lower than before. only drawing you in further.

"here" you told her, holding out your hands for her to take. she hesitated for a moment before she took them. a full body rush of heat as she did. a shiver.

"oh god, they really are" she thought you were bluffing but she could feel it, how cold you were, her facade suddenly broken.

she took your hands between hers and rubbed them together to warm them up. you were quiet. unable to speak any more. stunned. she noticed. didn’t let go. slowly moved her hands over yours, the silence around you enabling her to hear it: how heavy your breaths were turning.

it messed with her too, the skin to skin, she was flushed, swallowed hard, failed again and again to stop it. to break the connection. she touched your forearms too then, pushed your sleeves back a bit, made eye-contact, you were weak in the knees, fully turned on by then. unable to smile or speak. taken over by the desperate need to remain in her hands. Van could tell. she was nervous then. aware of what she was doing. so, against all instincts, took her hands away.

"I could help you feel warmer too. we could help each other" you whispered then, pleading, pushing her.

a flush to her cheeks. she said your name, quietly, somehow telling you "dont." and "come here" at the same time.

you could see her trying to restrain herself. so, you tried to get her to stop by moving closer to her, your hand on her thigh then, supporting yourself as you leaned over to where she was sitting.

she did not move away. you stopped only when you knew she could feel your breath on her lips. Van was still hesitating. you were convinced you’d would have to make the move. but then, suddenly, you felt her hands on your face, hard, to pull you in for a kiss.

you moaned into it because it was so unexpected, the aggressive, needy way she pressed her lips against yours, the way she kissed you, like you were two lovers reuniting, like she had waited weeks and weeks to do it, aggressively sensual.

you instantly moved your hands to her neck to hold on and kiss her back just as eagerly, a shared desperate sighing sound filling the air as you kissed again and again, getting a feel for each other, slowing it down once you got the initial overwhelming rush out of the way and fell into a delicious rhythm, kissing deeply, passionately, her mouth open for you, your tongue against hers, the lingering taste of coffee and something minty mixed into her natural sweetness, addictive, your fingers tangled in her long hair, hers grabbing at your shirt to pull you closer, lewd sounds filling the silent space.

your bodies reacted very strongly to the sudden heat, urging you to bridge any distance to really melt into each other, so you were both left desperate for more by the inability to be all over each other; you separated and clung to each others shoulders, panting and dying for more. you nodded towards the backseat then and said "should we...", which she immediately responded to with "yeah..".

you were so dizzied with want that you blacked out during your attempt to get back there, only coming back to your senses once you could finally pull her flush against yourself and kiss her again, both of you trying to feel the other one through your clothes as you did, tearing at each other while making out until you couldn’t take it anymore and started undressing.

Van was wearing more layers than you, so you were topless faster than her, which made you help her, impatient, both of you laughing quietly as you fumbled with the fabric and heard how pathetically heavy both of your breaths were, until she was finally left in nothing but a thin white tank top, her chest visible, your hands immediately wandering there, feeling her up.

you sighed when she held your face in her hands and asked "can I see you... please". so, you removed your bra and were left exposed, her eyes raking over you, admiration and hunger written all over her face, which made you push her back against the seat, her head near the door then, and climb onto her.

you were pressed chest to chest then as you kissed again, a moan from her when she felt your weight press down on her, a shudder when you felt her hands moving down your exposed back, warm, firm, divine on your flesh, that had spent the better part of the day feeling frozen, suddenly tended to by her open palms.

after making out like that for a few minutes, Van grew needy and did something you weren’t expecting, she moved her head and heard you whimper when she ran her tongue over one of your tits. put it in her mouth. sucked on your nipple, lightly at first, harder when she heard how you reacted, holding you in place as you braced yourself against the car door behind her, an almost pained "fuck.." as she sent shocks through your entire system with her tongue and mouth all over on your sensitive chest, her spit slicking it up.

it was a turn-on for you, that she, who had just before seemed so reluctant, was suddenly so openly eager to devour you. you were scared of growing too aroused too quickly, because you were already whining, so eventually you pushed her down, away from your tits, so you could move her hair out of the way and kiss her neck, to hear some of the same sounds from her.

Van gladly surrendered and laid there with her eyes shut, her hands at your naked sides, caressing them as you kissed her neck all the way to the front of her throat, sucking and licking here and there, humming from the soft sensation of her skin, the scent, musky and fresh and sweet at once.

she pushed her knee up between your legs, which made you see starts for a second, before you used it to your advantage and moved your hips to add some friction, dry humping in a way at that point, her hips bucking up too, involuntarily, your bodies as close as possible.

Van started missing your lips on hers, so after you left her neck in red splotches she pulled your face back to hers again, to kiss again, no trace of cold left in either of your bodies by that point, hands roaming all over, a heat between your legs where her knee kept pushing up, a shared lack of composure that felt good to embrace, no pretense, both of your needs out in the open.

eventually you both needed air, so you pulled away and sat upright, as best as you could in that state, breathless and out of it.

you let out a shaky "fuck.." as you shifted in the backseat and felt how much of a mess you already were, just from that. "what?" Van asked, concerned, not aware what you were thinking, moving closer to you and caressing your bare shoulder, as you whispered. "I am so turned on it’s insane...". your voice thick with lust.

Vans gaze changed then. she caressed your thigh and leaned closer, her voice husky "oh yeah?".

"yeah.. you wanna feel?" you asked, eyeing her, eager to be intimate with her. "hmm" she said, nodding, waiting for you to show her, so you unzipped your jeans and pulled them down a bit, before taking her hand and guiding it into your underwear, which was fully soaked through.

the moment she felt it against her fingers, she groaned, "jesus... do you always get like this..". you could tell she was deeply turned on, her fingers pressed against the outside of your cunt, and yet, already slicked up from what had leaked out. you shook your head. "only by myself. I don’t.. its been a while" you admitted.

her lips were parted, she stared at you, "no? nobody’s ever there to help you out? that’s not right.." she trailed off for a second, moving her fingers between your lips then, wanting more of it, the heat, the wetness, enthralled by it, a shuddering breath, both from you and her. Van could feel it, that you wanted her to keep going, from the way you gripped her shoulder, the sighs you tried to keep in, so she moved her face closer to yours and whispered "feels good, hm?" while running her fingers up and down, slowly, adding some pressure.

you shut your eyes and pressed your head back against the seat then. "yeah..."

"want me to get you off? would you like that?" she asked, a sweet tone, while she was playing with you, your aroused skin, your clit, teasing you with deliberate movements.

you nodded eagerly, a barely audible "please... yes." as your hips jerked up to meet her hand.

Van leaned closer to you then, her side pressed against yours as her lips hovered over the skin of your neck, another whisper "I should be the one begging here. youre so pretty" before you kissed your neck and kept kissing your skin, as she added some force to how she was jerking you off, getting her fingers fully messed up and using the mess to rub your clit, to feel you squirm and hear you moan, as you stayed in place and let her get all over you, let her have her way.

you were erratic because you were so turned on, so she said "shh sweetie, it’s okay, youre okay, I got it" and watched you from up close, the way your face twisted, as she kept herself pressed against you and kept her fingers moving against you, your entire core swollen and pulsing by that point, raw with pleasure, a sensation that pleased her immensely, violently turned on from having you all over her hand like that, having you come undone, the sweet sounds she got out of you.

a pathetic cry left you, so she said "this is what you’ve been needing for a while, hm?" while picking up her pace on your clit, you locked eyes for a second, she stared into your soul, you nodded "yes.", a smile from her before she placed a kiss on your cheek and drank in the stifled moans as you kept rocking against her hand, clinging to her arm, your nails digging in.

"I wanna feel you" you got out, which made her ask "you sure?", so you begged her "please..", which made her abandon restraint and push two of her fingers into you, made easy by how wet you were, a groaned "god... you feel so fucking good." from her, as she felt you up to her knuckles.

Van turned possessive then, readjusted her posture and kept her eyes on yours, almost cocky, protective too, both, as she started fucking you with slow but hard movements, which made you melt for good, your whole body under her control, a deeply satisfying ache where you felt her hitting the right spot, again and again, a skill to her movements that made you even more attracted to her: the ease with which she did all the right things, her patience, her confidence, it all made you sit there and take it in a way you wouldn’t have from just anyone.

she could tell. Van saw you surrender to it all and felt a rush of affection, so she kept going, steadily, angling her fingers up so you could help yourself out and ride them ina way, which drove you near insanity then.

"jesus.. I’m"- you sighed, overcome with how good it felt to have all the previous coldness in your system replaced by the burn you felt for her, from her, so Van said "wanna show me how pretty you look when you come, hm?" her voice raspy, perfect, vibrating through your whole system.

you nodded and met her eyes, your mouth open, your face twisted up with the need for release, so she returned your look and uttered "good girl."

the second she said it, her face got colored in shock. she hadnt planned on it, it just slipped out, and she was clearly scared you were put off but it was the opposite, you were pushed even closer to the edge by that, so you told her "say it again." while moaning from the mix of her praise and her fingers deep in you, hitting your weak spot, so she smiled and leaned in, her lips brushing yours as she repeated "good girl" paired with a firm thrust up into you, which pushed you over the edge then.

you shut your eyes and soaked up the words as you shuddered and came around her fingers, against her hand, whining and sighing all throughout it, her eyes never leaving you, obsession visible in the way she stared you down all through your orgasm and let out little whimpers herself, in awe as she kept her fingers in you, so you could decide yourself when you were done.

once she pulled out of you, she gave you a few more self-induldgent touches on the mess you’d made, before she moved her hand away for good and let you catch your breath.

you were still breathless and dazed when you pulled her fingers into your mouth to lick them clean for her, which made her face even more flushed even more than she already was.

once your muscles were somewhat firm again, you climbed over to her to kiss her again, which she smiled into, letting out a pleased sigh while stroking your back, lovingly, her nails ghosting up and down your spine.

you grabbed at her while whispering "god. you are so... I wanna taste you so bad." your hand on her waistband then, which made her laugh and say "okay okay, easy, please, I’ll pass out. we have time, sweetie. let me enjoy seeing you like that for a moment."

so, you backed off and smiled too, grabbing your shirt to drape over your exposed chest as you sat back down next to her and kept your thigh pressed to hers, her hand reaching over to lace her fingers through yours, a satisfied deep breath out from you, the aftershocks still working their way out of your system.

you sat in comfortable silence for a moment, until she pulled the fogged up window down just a bit to let a gust of fresh air hit your hot faces. you realized just then that it had stopped storming but neither of you were in a hurry to get back on the road just yet.

"fucking hell…” Van uttered then, her head in her hands, which made you laugh and ask "what?".

"I told myself before moving here that I wouldn’t get involved with students. and well.." she stared at you then, a bit helpless, lovestruck under that helplessness. you smiled at her and moved closer, your hand on her exposed arm, caressing her.

"sorry.. guess that means we won’t do this again, hm?"

she rolled her eyes at you and squeezed your knee. "funny. you know we are." that way of putting it pleased you. "it’s just. god, I am really not well-adjusted at all." she said, clearly realizing just then that she had just fucked a student in her car. not hers, but still.

"well-adjusted?" you echoed "who on earth is? not me."

“yeah, clearly" she teased, pointing at how you were holding your shirt against your bare chest, but you only shrugged and batted your eye-lashes at her, no shame at all about how glad you were that you had finally gotten exactly what you wanted for once.

Van leaned back then and laughed to herself, while you played with a strand of her hair, enjoying the softness of it. "what?" you asked.

"oh, I just missed this" she mused, staring into the air.

"having sex?" you asked, looking at her, studying her face.

"yeah, but also. just sensuality. maybe this is odd but I missed having the scent of another woman on me" she confessed, moving her right hand a bit, which made you understand what she meant, the scent of sex, the animal need to have it all over you, to be wrapped up in it the way you were in that car.

"no, it’s not odd. that’s hot actullay" you said and added "on that note, can I come over to your place sometime?" grinning at her, eager to be the one to have her on your hands next time.

"of course, yes, I want you to" she responded, her hands on your face then, "youre fucking hot you know" she said, while looking at you from up close, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

"you are too. guess now I can say this but I was close to hitting on you that night." you told her, which made her laugh. she let go of your face but kept looking at you.

"uh, sorry to mess with your self-perception there but you weren’t close to it, you were fully doing it already."

you cocked your head "what?" unsure if she was just messing with you or not. somewhat offended but not really.

"oh please" she scoffed, and moved to sit more upright then. you didn’t know what she was doing until she changed her tone and said "ohh that’s really cool", imitating the exact way you had spoken to her back then, throwing you a faux-innocent but intense look and playing with her hair.

you shook your head and couldnt help but smile because she was spot on. "you laid it on thick, girl. I was shocked" she said, before getting more comfortable again.

"okay, and why the fuck didn’t you take the chance then, huh??" you exclaimed, pushing her in the side a bit.

she laughed, "well jesus I dont know, maybe because I didnt wanna end my first week here by abandoning all reason?".

"okay, well now you did anyway, so, maybe throw your morals out a bit faster next time. I wouldnt have minded having you a bit sooner". that flattered her, made her grin to herself, clearly not used to it anymore, being come onto that openly.

"sure. noted. could’ve been getting head months ago, huh?" she teased, recalling what you had told her a few minutes before, nudging your leg with hers playfully.

"yes. and often too" you responded, cocky in a way that got under her skin.

"dont." she warned you, failing to sound anything but turned on from the sound of that.

you smiled and kissed her again, groped her chest, got her worked up, because youd gotten a taste for it, how sensitive to every touch she was. you were dying to actually please her.

without thinking about it twice you put your arms around her and embraced her, which made her wrap her arms around your waist and say "you’re really getting to me, you know..".

you laughed against her neck, where your head was resting "sorry. I haven’t touched anyone in a while, so this feels nice". it was true, you couldnt remember the last time youd hugged someone that intimately. she nooded, "yeah. it does feel nice." both of you quiet in each others arms for a moment. blissed out. safe.

after a minute or so you both agreed that you should get dressed again and then got back to your seats in the front. once she pulled back onto the road and started driving again, both of you couldnt stop smiling, smug, quiet, listening to the radio.

a few minutes later she parked down the street of the dorms and killed the engine.

"so, how does the rest of your week look?" you asked, already trying to figure out when you could see her again.

Van thought about it. "well, let’s see. classes til four tomorrow, then weekend, thank god." she sighed, her hands still on the steering wheel.

"okay, I have til two but you’ll probably be tired tomorrow night after all that, so would you wanna do something on Saturday maybe? we could get coffee, go to your place after, something like that" you said, trying to sound casual.

she looked at you then, her face still unbearably pretty, rosy cheeks and lips. "I would love to, yeah. fuck grading, I can get that done on Sunday" a flicker of mischief in her eyes then that made her look young, like a girl.

"perfect. we could watch a film too. you could let me sleep over. I would also be happy to just watch you work the day after, you know, I can keep myself entertained." you were flirting without shame then, which made her blush, made her feel a bit nervous.

"okay, slow down" a touch to your shoulder.

you smiled and said "sorry, I am impatient I guess"

"don’t be sorry, no. it does sound really nice, all of that, I am just not used to it anymore" she said, a touch of vulnerability to her tone, which made you soften even more.

"not used to what?"

"having someone around. who likes me, wants to see me" she said, in a way that touched you.

"me neither" you assured her, which made her smile.

"thats pretty fucking hard to believe, you realize that, right?" she said, while eyeing you, her head tilted.

"why?" you asked, genuinely.

"well. youre lovely." the compliment hit you out of nowhere, so you shook your head and averted your gaze. Van was a bit beside herself with how fast she was letting you in, but it did feel good, so she didnt conceal the earnest thing she had said with a joke. she let it linger in the air.

"okay. I should go then, hm" you said, but before you could Van held your arm, gently.

"sorry, this sounds so fucking creepy and cliche but just so were both on the same page, this is between us, yes?". she asked, a hint of worry in her eyes.

you were amused by her implying that you were reckless and indiscrete enough to go around telling people, so you joked "really? I was just about to text the group chat that I am hooking up with the hot lesbian professor."

"okay very funny." she said, followed by "and don’t try to flatter me".

"I am not, it’s true, you know it is" you insisted, messing with her, which made her shrug in a way that told you that she was well aware of her status as kind of a heartthrob amongst certain students.

"but of course. I got it. I wouldn’t want anyone to ruin this for me anyway. I like keeping things that make me happy, private". you slipped up. that word. happy. the subtext, that she made you happy, after just one messy hookup in the back of her car.

Van nodded, grinning, " agree, yeah, me too" both in regards to the privacy and the happiness part.

you got up to leave then and the second a gust of freezing cold wind rushed into the car she remarked "oh god its really fucking cold". you turned your head back and teased "yeah. clever observation." which made her push you in the back and utter "fuck off. no I mean -" she looked at the rather thin shirt under your jacket and moved to do something.

"here wait" she said, as she took off her jacket and pulled her sweater over her head to hand it over to you. "put that over your shirt. I won’t have you catching a cold. sleep in it too if the dorms are as cold as my students said. it’s warm."

you tentatively took the dark green thick sweater from her, touched by the romantic gesture, and said "thank you" before getting changed into it, admitedly much warmer once you were bundled up in both her sweater and your jacket.

"looks nice" she said with a sly smile. "you can give it back to me when we see each other this weekend. and... no need to wash it before." a tone when she said that that made your whole face feel hot, yet again. the day suddenly seemed like the warmest one of the year so far, not the coldest. she was glad to see you a bit flustered.

as you got out of the car you said "have a good time in class tomorrow, Miss Palmer" messing with her a bit, looking back into the car, "easy." she said, a sternness to her tone that reminded you that she was in fact a teacher. it was hot to you. perhaps you would push your luck and call her that again eventually.

you leaned your head on the window that she had pulled down at the passenger side and smiled at her. "go on, leave be, I will text you" she said, waving you away, trying her best not to lose her mind.

"good. if you don’t, I’ll cry" you dramatically responded.

"save the tears for someone else. I will" she said, earnest in a way that did convince you that you were not going to be blown off by her. ever.

"okay, well, thanks for the ride home. very generous of you" you whispered to her, suggestively which made her start the car and say "okay, go, enough for one day, girl".

on your way up the snowy street, you looked around and were suddenly very grateful that the sudden extreme weather had kept you from driving that morning.

you were already looking forward to all the ways you could spend that winter warming yourself up with her help. melting for her.

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When you're both 17 but one still has to go through growing sprouts coughHaddockcough

I drew this for the first chapter of my fic "Rêve d'âme" if you want to check it out!

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Jumping on the Rory and Jess analysis train...

Jess generally doesn't abide by rules unless they make sense to him, and/or are important to people he cares about.

Rory likes rules because they make her feel safe. When she starts having feelings for Jess, she forgets about rules - case in point, impulsively kissing Jess at the wedding - and that frightens her a little. This impulsivity scares her at various other points in the series and Rory clings to rules as a result.

During the early seasons, Rory is afraid of uncharted emotion. Jess, while not necessarily afraid in the same way, doesn't know how to handle his emotions. He doesn't look to rules as Rory does, but has also never had any means to navigate. Both characters flounder when their emotions overtake them and both go the wrong way - Rory insists she doesn't need a set of rules when she drops out of college, and Jess rejects everyone and everything because rules and expectations have never done anything for him.

Later on, it's a kind of compromise which helps both. Jess tells Rory this 'isn't her' when he sees her in S6, and she is trying to be someone she's not. Rory goes back to school and remembers that she likes rules and structure, even if she is an adult and can question them a little. Jess, for his part, writes a book and works at a publishing house, able to take on some external responsibility without expecting the worst from everyone and nothing from himself.

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More Bez/Logan content please

Another thing logan didn't really consider at first were tattoos.

When he watched marco through his phone it made him aware, yes, but not as much because most of the time they were hidden underneath the leathers or just not the main focus of pictures.

Logan looked at them, wondered whenever there was a photo in his stories but tried not to do that too much because it felt a bit weird without knowing marco personally.

But now after they actually getting to know him personally, exchanging numbers and even going out a few times (in his head logan likes to think of those times as dates even if they never specified) those thoughts start plague logans mind, seeing some peek out from underneath of Marco's shorts or sleeves. Or how sometimes "12" catches his eye when bez explains something animatedly.

For himself, logan never gonna have one. He knows that and always did, idea of something so permanent putting way to much stress on his shoulders. That and also pain and mild discomfort that would come with tattoo too.

It's not like logan judges anyone for having them but still sometimes what he saw made him mentally raise an eyebrow a few times. Logan doesn't hold himself higher than others just because of external appearance that may not match his tastes or views.

But with bez-

With bez it's different just like it always is. All and every tattoo seem to fir him perfectly, like a small addition to a puzzle outside of it's border that can make picture bigger. It's always interesting for logan to search all the ways that bez is differs from him in because there always more and this was another addition to this list.

Like some of them are absolutely ridiculous! But it doesn't stop logan from feeling either attracted or endeared, for example a photo tattoo of ones dog would make him roll eyes in any other situation but will marco he just wants to laugh and trace it with his fingers.

All this mulling over makes logan feel a mix of emotions when he gets to Marco's apartment in Italy (they agreed for logan to stay there for a few days before next race weeks ago) on one hand thinking that it would be ridiculous to ask for a something like a tattoo tour this early into speaking to one another meanwhile much more delusional part of him hoped that marco would read his thoughts and propose to do so himself, or at least allowed logan to trase a few of those visible on his arms.

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As it turned out afterwards bez was very eager to show all of his tattoos and also had a bit of additional plans for duration of logans stay with him. Somehow a bit of embarrassing confession about having that much thoughts about tattoos while they were watching some film and Logan just zooned out looking on Marco's leg lead to a tattoo tour that lead them to Marco's bedroom and in turn made him go into even more detailed rant about tattoos and piercings afterwards.

(Logan tries to keep thoughts about bez piercing at bay because he'll get even more insane about those and he doesn't have luxury of such distraction right before the race)

In the end Logan entered a paddock on Thursday humouring a few thoughts about how a single earring would look on him

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👀 If you’re still taking requests from the prompt list, does #24 strike anything creatively in you? Literally any pairing. And if not it’s totally cool. -residentthot

On it 🫡 (Sorry for such a delay, it’s for chreon btw)

Prompt: “I never knew you liked being spanked.”

Words: 1654

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Pulling into the driveway, Leon and Chris sat for a moment. Bags piled across the backseat, neither making the first move to enter their house.

“Feel like we’ve forgotten something.” Leon said, glancing behind at the groceries.

“Wouldn’t put it past us.” And with that, Chris unclipped his belt, opening the drivers side door. “C’mon, not going back for anything now.”

Together they managed. Lifting everything inside, items in various degrees of being put away. There was no specific order. They were mostly quiet, too tired to make meaningful conversation. Only thing Leon particularly wanted was dinner. And luckily, it wasn’t his turn to cook.

A list had been made beforehand. Though naturally it was forgotten. Remaining pinned to the refrigerator. It wasn’t like either had a bad memory, still leaving with more items than needed - that was just how grocery shopping went. But something still felt glaringly obvious.

For the first time since getting home, Leon looked at the list. Properly looked.

“Ah shit.” Of course.

“What?” Chris turning with a can of something in his hand.

“Know what we forgot,” Giving the man one of those looks. “The milk.” Because it always was the fucking milk wasn’t it?

He watched as Chris’ face dropped in realisation, reading the list for himself.

“Well, it was your job to remember the list. You can go get it tomorrow.” Said rather playfully, smiling as he looked to Leon.

“Hey, c’mon that’s not fair!”

“That’s not very professional now is it?”

“Okay but-”

Though the man had already grabbed a tea towel, twirling it before smacking it into Leon’s ass. It wasn’t necessarily the action which cut off the sentence, more so the noise which Leon made. Which came out perhaps a little too enthusiastic.

That was then followed by a silence which felt way too prominent.

“Never knew you liked being spanked.” Chris halfheartedly laughed to himself.

Leon would have said something witty in return, something to shut him up, if it weren’t for the blush darkening his cheeks.

“Oh my god, you do.” The sight capturing Chris’ attention, words said almost in disbelief, leaning against the island in total amusement.

“Shut up.” Leon all too aware of how warm his neck felt, how flushed he presumably looked.

“No, no, you’re not getting off that easy,” Putting the shopping away had been long forgotten. “We’ve been together how long now? And you’ve never told me you like to be spanked.”

The embarrassment only set in further.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Spoke with a soft hint of hurt as a massive hand came to cradle Leon’s jaw. A gesture of reassurance and a way to keep eye contact.

“Just never came up.” Half mumbled. Watching as Chris just smiled.

Suddenly there was breath against Leon’s ear, the man’s body close.

“Guess we should make up for lost time then?” Words flowing straight into Leon, like everything around them stopped. Cock showing more than a little interest.

That was what took them down that path anyway. The one which lead to Chris sat on their bed, with Leon stark naked sprawled over his lap.

Leon could already feel how he leaked against Chris and nothing had even happened, the anticipation killing him. Could practically feel the blood rushing through his veins.

The palm of Chris’ hand came to rest against Leon’s ass, soothing light circles into it. Muscles already twitching. Waiting.

“Want you to count for me, okay?”

Leon just nodded, eager and dumb. Too aware of how his cock lay trapped between them both.

“Good.” Fingers squeezing the tender flesh, before withdrawing his hand all together.

Allowing his eyes to fall closed, Leon awaited.

And like that there was a smack. A blunt force as he was struck straight across the ass, quick to be followed by the escape of a pleased sound.

It hurt, a sharp sting bleeding into his skin, but fuck it also felt good. Resulting in his cock drooling more. Unable to help whatever small whimpers were released.

Again, Chris’ hand ran over the area. Careful. Calming the nerves with his gentle touch.

“One.” Leon got out, with only a slight shake to his breath. The word appeasing Chris.

“That’s good,” Hand still exploring. “Should’ve told me this sooner baby.”

“S-sorry.”

“Shhh, don’t apologise. Sure you’ll make it up to me, yeah?”

And just like that, the hand was gone. Leon’s ass left raw and wanting.

Fuck, he desperately needed more. Trying to relax and control the unsteady breaths. Helplessly ignoring the throb between his thighs.

And there it was, the second strike. More forceful than the last. Or at least it felt that way. The area already sensitive after the first, Leon could feel the way heat rose under his skin.

A moan, a proper one, punching it’s way from Leon’s stomach. Brows furrowed as it happened. Another spike of endorphins. Jesus it really shouldn’t have felt so good, but it did, it really did. Brain already growing clouded. And it was only the second hit.

“Two.”

More blood flowing south. Body slackening over Chris’ legs as he allowed himself to sink into the feeling.

“So beautiful like this.” Lying there listening to how Chris spoke. “Not keeping anything else from me?”

It took a second for Leon’s reply.

“No, promise.” Voice heavy.

“Better not be lying now?”

“I- I promise. Really.”

“Alright, I’ll believe you.”

He knew it was coming, but he still missed the hand when it left. Loving how the fingers had kneaded him afterwards, how they sent small jolts of pleasure to his cock.

“Settle a bit, yeah?”

Apparently it wasn’t just Leon’s mind which had grown restless.

“That’s it, that’s a good boy. Control yourself.” The praise bringing comfort.

The weight of Leon’s excitement hung in the air. Trying to be as patient as possible. Ass up, a slight tremble in his legs.

“Really weren’t lying when you said you liked this were you?”

Leon opened his mouth to reply, but then it came. Chris’ palm coming down. It was more than tactical. The noise pulled from Leon was lewd, and loud. Very loud. Causing a love hate relationship with his cock. Loving the feeling, wanting more of it. But hating how the pain was just present enough to stifle his orgasm.

It hurt, the sharp sensation rocketing through the area. While simultaneously providing a stress relief of sorts. Knowing he could be vulnerable around the man and he’d be taken care of.

“Fuck.” Uselessly whined as he tried to bring himself back to the room.

“Doesn’t sound like a number to me.” Judging by Chris’ voice he was enjoying it. Leon’s pleasure more than evident.

“Three.”

“There we go.” Again rubbing his cheeks, though the hand was quick to drop. Squeezing the area below Leon’s ass. Engulfing it, fingers getting a firm hold. “Need to remember numbers now don’t we?” And he didn’t let go. Only applying more of that blunt pressure.

Leon couldn’t help the squirming. Not that he was uncomfortable, but doing everything not to cum then and there. Like every point of contact with the man was heightened.

“Chris - ah fuck - Chris I’m gonna- Chris please-” Not particularly caring how pathetic he came across.

At that Chris let go.

“Already?” Smiling through the word.

The cold air flooding the abandoned area.

“Chris please.”

“Not yet.” Fingers back to caressing the curve of his asscheek. “Two more, how about that? Sound fair?”

By then Leon was happy to take whatever he could get.

“Y-yeah, anything, please.”

Only two more. Leon could do that.

“Good.”

The impact of the fourth shifted Leon’s body a bit. Smacking clean into him. A hiss, as Leon tried to bite back whatever noise his throat urged him to make. Brain already soft and fuzzy. The pain and pleasure both intermingling. Cock aching, the dull yet deep kind of pulsing that was impossible to ignore.

“Fuck, you’re so good like this. Wish you could see yourself.”

Really Leon wouldn’t have been surprised if a handprint had been left behind. Basking in the relief of afterwards.

“Think you can touch yourself? Can you do that for me?” The question puncturing the haze.

Wordlessly, Leon reached beneath him, fingers curling around his own cock. Careful not to tug too hard, knowing it’d send him over.

“That’s good, just like that baby.”

To which Leon could only whimper in response.

“One more, okay?” Sounding so gentle. “Let’s see if you can cum for me okay? Think you can?”

Lazily Leon nodded, essentially almost there already.

“Good.” Chris’ free hand briefly tracing the edge of his face. But it was short lived. Again, Leon found himself waiting. Needing. Cock twitching. Almost there. All of it feeling so intimate. Allowing every thought to leave, left with only whatever sensation his body brought.

Chris’ palm struck again. Hard. The strong thwack was the only thing to be heard. And just like that, it happened. Body tensing in an involuntary manner. Not so much the pain, but more so the mental shift which sent him over. Cock sliding into his fist.

Afterwards Chris would have to wash his jeans. Cum soaking into them, as Leon lay there needy and unable to do anything. Each spurt somehow better than the last. Feeling wrung dry until the last few drops dribbled over weak fingers.

Throughout it Chris never stopped massaging the area. Hands not leaving once. Voice filled with nothing but praise and reassurance.

Eventually Leon relaxed, too exhausted to move.

“You did well.”

“Mhm.” Was all Leon hummed. Barely registering the words.

“Really well.”

Suddenly there was something cold. Though too out of it to turn around and look, but soon coming to the realisation it was Chris applying cream. Swirling it over the reddened skin.

“Still need you walking tomorrow.” Chris joked, as the action continued. “You gotta get milk.”

Like that was fucking happening.

For this ask game!!

[nexttrickanvils]

kissing it better for shuharu! <3

“Ta-da!”

Haru smiled as she handed the newly embroidered handkerchief to Akira, proud to present a new product for Cafe Noir.

“It was a little tough at first to get the shapes right. But I think the design turned out cute.”

“I agree. I’m sure the customers will love these.” Akira said, smiling as he took in the details of the flowers and black cat faces

But his smile fell once he looked at her and noticed her bandaged fingers. He gently took her hands into his as he took a closer look. She’d chastise him for being so protective but honestly she was one to talk. Even with their time as Phantom Thieves in the past, they both couldn’t help but worry about each other.

“Don’t worry, they’re just a little sore right now. They’ll heal up quickly.”

“Hm… maybe I should help speed up your recovery.”

“Huh?”

Before she could ask what Akira meant, he began to place gentle kisses on each bandaged spot.

How embarrassing, she and Akira had been together for how long now? And he was still finding ways to make her blush like in their school days.

Soon enough, he looked up at her.

“Did that help?”

Haru giggled, “Yes. I feel so much better already.”

[wofwithhands]

Tribe: Silkwing (flamesilk)

Name: Flambeau

what their physical appearance is: orange scales and wings, yellow eyes, and a thin scar on her nose that goes to the back of her jaw. Her coloration is that of a Flambeau butterfly. She has leather pouches that are kinda like Sundew's

Briefly what their personality is like: she is extremely protective of the jade winglet, specifically Carnelian (there might be a bit of a crush there), but is otherwise apprehensive when dealing with dragons.

I have her duller clothes because that’s what flamesilks would’ve had to wear (and the butterfly is muted) but she just sort of looks like a mail girl😭

[shootyrefutey]

shimadaposting at 4am

[active-mind-15]

Oh yeah, I have another song rec for your Akashi playlist @cemetery14

Everything from the song title to the lyrics is so him. I love it.

[darushi-chan]

Day 3 of our favorite magical boy! 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 Gotta post here and the bird app before I finally get some sleep, giving a try to writting something spicy for this drawing on my Ao3 account, I'll post there after I get the dreams, Im to sleep deprived to see if what I wrote makes sense, lol.

[tatort-sideblog]

Karow & Rubin Dein Name sei Harbinger

[hyperfixation-tangentopia]

Song: Thirteen by Icon for Hire

We're back and angstier than ever (I was having feelings and projected on Leo again)