#anyways back to making quinn squirm

[leemarkies]

NOTHING to do at work so i’m practicing my creative writing

[sinnaminttoast]

SUMMIT SPOILERS (here to dump my thoughts and hopefully lighten the mood)

Listening to the new video and here is my rambling…nonsense. There will be some balance spoilers since this video talks about Closeknit.

Vincent when he finds out that William isn’t black and white and has been keeping him out of the loop of things

I feel mean saying that but 😭 he’s so….I do feel bad for Vince but omg??

As much as I love Porter…HE WAS BEING A LITTLE MENACE! He was fr just gonna kill Vincent out of how much stress he was putting him under.

But I love him.

They did cut off one of closeknit’s supply lines. However, could there be more? Maybe not as big as House of Bennet…

Also the rain and the serious tone of this video is really bringing me back to the Imperium…🤡 but I also just have that AU squirming around in my brain.

This also just brings me back to my past post…if nothing has surfaced about Closeknit up until now….DOES THIS MEAN SUNSHINE IS STILL IN THAT FUCKING BASEMENT??? Or have they been taken somewhere else…by SOMEONE else. *cough* Vega *cough*

But that would bring the question of then why is Closeknit not making any other moves? Well besides the one rn where they wanted a 2nd inversion to get people to join them. But what are they planning? Do they still have sunshine and nothing has come from that?

We should also be worried since Brachium has made a deal with a drove…just to follow one single order. What that order is, we don’t know. Could it have been the creation of Hush? His job is to free the sovereigns.

I know I’m here for goofy times but this is also something to think about…

Im not surprised Sam isn’t all with the Vigilante shit…(haha Taylor reference…anyways) because even with Quinn he was like “let’s just wait to see if the department can handle it and if they don’t THEN we’ll go after him”

Although at the same time we kind of beat the breaks off of Quinn due to some favors David and William had.

And we’re left with an edge that I probably should jump off of in case this all goes south.

This was definitely a serious video but I’m an unserious person at times so we’ll end it off here!

Porter when being accused of murder knowing fully well he did it.

Let this be a lesson to us all that sometimes you gotta commit a little murder in order to get that coin.

Live reaction of Darlin’ , in the next video, when they get told all of the Vampire buffoonery that happens

[eddieschains]

i’m definitely not thinking about having dirty facetime calls with Joey while he’s away doing cons…

anyways here you go whores

Joseph Quinn X Fem!Reader

TW: 18+, barely proof-read like always lmao, RPF (don’t like it, don’t read it), brief mentions of anxiety, masturbation (f and m)

You were sat on the couch having a self care night to yourself. Wrapped in your favorite robe, face mask on, candles lit, and your comfort movie playing on the tv while you sipped on a glass of wine. Joe was off in America for the weekend to do another Stranger Things convention, leaving you by yourself. Of course he offered you to come with him, but with your own work obligations and still trying to maintain secrecy in your relationship, you opted out.

You had just washed off your face mask when you heard your phone ping from the living room.

Can you call? X

You knew Joe always got nervous before doing these kinds of things, and you were able to calm him down before the storm approached.

Always

Right away, you get a facetime request from

him. You prepare yourself to talk him down before answering.

“Hi honey.” His smile and gleaming eyes light up the screen immediately.

“Hi baby, you alright?” You set the phone on the bathroom sink as you continue to wash the remnants of your mask off your face.

“Yeah im good, just wanted to hear your voice.” He’s laying in his hotel bed with his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He probably just got done with some light reading before heading to bed, preparing for the next day.

“Good, thought you were having anxiety again.” You smile, putting your hair up before traveling back to your couch.

“No no im good right now. Just getting ready for bed, needed to say good night to you before the madness tomorrow.” He chuckles. “What are you doing?”

“Just watching a movie, did a little face mask. Probably gonna head to bed soon.” You see some movement behind the screen, but don’t think anything of it. He’s probably just trying to get comfortable in that god awful bed.

“Hmm what movie?”

“Scream. Always scream.” He laughs, knowing it’s one of your favorite movies and that you probably watch it too much.

“Yeah you do.” His voice is breathy, making you catch on to what that movement could be.

“Joseph…” He hums. “What are you doing over there?” A smirk creeps up on your face as you feel a pool of heat reaching your core, intrigued as to where this is going.

“Not doing anything.” His smile is suspicious. He knows that you know exactly what he’s doing, but wants you to ask directly.

Your hand travels down your body and underneath your robe, slowly rubbing your clit to the sounds of his heavy breathing.

“So you’re not stroking your cock right now?” A moan escapes his mouth at your words.

“Definitely not.” The moans and groans leaving his mouth tell you otherwise. But it only makes you rub yourself harder, the same sounds now leaving your mouth.

“Prove it.” You’re looking straight at the camera even though his eyes are closed.

The camera slowly pans down his naked body until it reaches right where you want it to. His hand is wrapped around his cock as he continues stroking up and down, his thumb circling the tip to drag some of the pre-cum down his length.

“Fuck. Wish you were here baby.” You moan, dragging your middle finger down your slit to gather your wetness.

“Yeah baby? What would you want me to do?” He sets the phone on the end of the bed, now using two hands to pleasure himself. He’s twisting around the head of his cock while the other squeezes his balls, just the way you do.

“I’d want you to pin me down on the couch, running your fingers down my body making me squirm under your touch.” He’s moaning as you see his hand start pumping his length faster. “And finally you settle between my legs, spreading me apart with your fingers.”

“Fuck yeah, wanna see that pretty pussy baby.” You set the phone on the coffee table across the couch, giving him full access to your body. “Jesus, she’s so pretty baby. Why don’t you slip a finger in there for me hmm?”

Sliding your finger through your folds one more time, you slowly start pushing yourself inside. “Fuck, Joey.” You moan out as you start pumping in and out faster each time.

“God look at how she swallows your finger. Can you do more? Wanna see you fill her up just like i would.” His hand is moving faster everytime you look over, and his chest is heaving up and down.

You slip a second finger inside, getting used to the feeling for a second before entering a third.

“How does it feel baby? Tell me, does it feel good?” You curl them up like Joe does, pressing on that soft spot he somehow always manages to reach.

“Feels so good, not as good as you though. Need you to come home to remind me how much better you feel.” His cock starts to twitch in his hand at the same time your thighs start shaking around your own.

“God im gonna cum baby. Gonna make me cum.” He moans out, probably a little too loud.

“Cum for me. Be a good boy and cum all over that bed for me.” He pumps a couple more times before he’s moaning your name and you see the white spurts of cum shoot out of his tip. The sight makes you grind harder on your fingers before you’re doing the same.

Your legs are squeezing shut as they shake so hard the couch pushes back a little. You bring your hand back up to your clit, rubbing small circles to help you through your orgasm. Joes eyes are fixated on you, in awe. Grabbing the phone off the table you bring it back up to your face, sticking your fingers in your mouth, moaning as you suck the taste of yourself off of them.

“Fucking hell babe. Gonna make me cum again if you don’t stop.” You laugh before getting up and waddling to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

“If you’re gonna do that you need to book a flight right now. Don’t wanna waste it on that hotel bed now do you?”

“No, absolutely not.” He smiles at the camera, watching as you climb into bed, cuddling up under the covers. “Don’t worry darling, i’ll be home soon.”

“Not soon enough.”

[actress4him]

March Trope-A-Thon Day 5

I don’t normally post two fics in one day but I’m trying to catch up a little haha.

More comf for Lili, which everyone loves to demand!

Taglist: @darthsutrich , @inky-whump , @painful-pooch , @pigeonwhumps , @bookworm2107

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Fandom: Original Work

Prompts: Fevers, Cold/Flu, Blankets and a Hot Drink

Notes: Takes place between chapters 12 and 13. Can be seen as a sequel to this snippet.

Contains: lady whump, cold and fever, reference to past homelessness, reference to noncon drugging

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Liliana knew it was coming for a whole day before it fully hit. Her throat had been scratchy when she woke up, becoming actually sore by evening, but all she’d known to do was drink a glass of orange juice and ignore it.

That’s what she’s trying to do this morning, too, despite the fact that she woke up unable to breathe through her nose at all and feeling like she hadn’t slept in days. Part of her wanted to curl up and attempt to go back to sleep, but she had a feeling it wouldn’t work and knew she should get up and eat something, anyway. The team worked so hard to get her stomach used to normal meals again, she doesn’t want to throw all that away.

So she gets up, and dresses in the warmest things she can find - a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeve tee that Nari bought for her on their shopping trip, some fuzzy socks that had randomly appeared on her bed one day, and a hoodie that used to be Alex’s and therefore swallows her whole. She’s tried to give it back to him multiple times, and he refuses to take it. Then she ventures out of her room and shuffles toward the kitchen, glad to find it empty.

She’s not really hungry. Despite the number of options on hand which still blows her mind some days, nothing really sounds good. She pours herself another glass of orange juice and sits at the kitchen table sipping it, trying to decide what she can stomach that she actually has the energy to make, and coming up blank. Even making a piece of toast seems like too much work when she’d also have to get out butter or jam to spread on it.

Finally she forces herself to pour a quarter of a bowl of dry cereal and sits back at the table, picking at it with her fingers and staring out the window at the river rolling peacefully by.

“Oh hello, Liliana, I didn’t know you were in here.” Quinn smiles pleasantly at her as he enters the kitchen. “You’re usually already done with breakfast by now.”

She puts on a smile of her own, though she can tell how weak it looks. “I slept late this morning.”

He just hums and nods, but gives her a long sideways look before opening the refrigerator. “Are you feeling alright today?”

Shoot. She’d been hoping no one would notice, or that she could stay hidden in her room most of the day and not encounter anyone. Swallowing her cereal and trying not to grimace at the pain in her throat, she searches for a good answer. “I-I’m, um…tired today, I, I guess.”

Quinn sets the egg carton on the island counter and stares at her. She tries not to squirm under his scrutinizing gaze. “Are you sure? I don’t mean to pry, but…you sound like you might be sick.”

Liliana shrugs, suddenly finding her glass of orange juice incredibly interesting to look at. “Y-yeah. Maybe, maybe just a-a cold. Nothing to worry about.”

He hums again. “I’m sorry to hear that. Are you running a fever, or anything?”

“Probably? I-I feel…cold. And, and warm. So…” She shrugs again, as if that gesture alone makes everything less of a problem.

A few seconds later, he walks up and sets a thermometer on the table next to her. “We should keep an eye on it, make sure it doesn’t go up too high.”

For a moment she just stares at it, trying not to think about her mamà snuggling up next to her to hold her still while they waited for the thermometer to beep. She wants to say that it’s fine, she survived a cold on the streets without knowing what her temperature was or taking medicine or even having things like hoodies and orange juice to help. She wants to say no thank you, because if they have confirmation that she’s sick they might inject her with unknown medication and quarantine her, like at the facility.

But she obediently picks up the thermometer and takes her temperature, reading the small digital numbers aloud afterward with only slight trepidation. “One-hundred-and-one point four.”

It’s at that exact moment that Nari walks into the room, dressed in workout clothes with a sheen of sweat across her face. “Wait, Lili, are you sick?”

“She is,” Quinn answers for her. “One-hundred-one point four temperature.”

“It’s just a c-cold,” she’s quick to insert.

Nari crosses over to her and crouches down next to her chair. “Poor thing. You sound all stuffed up. Don’t you wanna go sit somewhere more comfortable? We can take your cereal and juice into the living room and get you set up on the couch.”

Liliana is quickly becoming overwhelmed by all this attention. “I-I was, I was j-just going to, to go back to my r-room when I finished. I d-don’t want to, to bother anyone…”

“Oh you can go back to your room if you’d rather. I just thought maybe you’d want to be in the living room where you could watch tv or a movie or something if you got bored, and have company if you wanted it. But that’s totally up to you.”

Watching a movie and having company does sound nice. She’s afraid that that will mean they feel like they have to keep checking on her and doing things for her, though. After considering the pros and cons for a moment, though, she finally slowly nods. “O-okay. The couch is, the couch is fine.”

“Cool! I’ll be right back, okay? I’m just gonna go prep the couch for you. I think Alex and Jamil might be in there playing a video game, but we can kick them out if we need to.”

Before Liliana can protest that, Nari is off, disappearing through the doorway.

“Is there anything that I can get for you?” Quinn asks. “I’m going to scramble some eggs for myself, would you like any?”

She looks down at the cereal she’s barely touched. The protein in the eggs would be better for her. And since he’s already making some… “If…if you don’t m-mind?”

“Not at all.” He sets to work cracking the eggs into the skillet he’d already prepared, humming quietly to himself.

It’s Alex who enters next, a frown on his usually jovial face. “Hey, Lil. Nari said you’re sick.”

She tries to smile at him because he doesn’t look right being so serious. “I-I’m okay. You, you don’t have t-to stop playing your game.”

He shrugs. “Well, if it doesn’t bother you, we might keep playing for a while and just keep the volume down. Is it okay if I touch you?”

The question catches her off guard. “Um…y-yes?”

“Alright, here we go!” Before she can blink, he’s scooped her up out of her chair, carrying her out into the hallway like a baby. “I call this the ‘Xtra Xpress’! Get it? ‘Cause my name’s Xtra…?”

Liliana is too busy remembering how to breathe to respond. She hasn’t been carried since she was a tiny kid. And of course she knows that Alex is super strong and her weight is nothing for him, but the surprise of it still blows her away.

They arrive in the living room, where an anime character is paused mid sword swing on the tv and Nari is arranging pillows on the couch. “I hope you don’t mind, Lili, I snuck into your room and grabbed your pillow. I figured that would be the most comfortable for you. And I’ve got it propped up right now so you can eat, but you can take the others away and lie down whenever you want to.”

Alex settles her carefully down onto the cushions. “Thank you for riding the Xtra Xpress, this is our final stop for the tour.”

“Thanks,” she manages to whisper, scooting herself back against the pillows.

Jamil arrives then with an overflowing armload of blankets. “I raided my closet for all the coziest and softest blankets. Just tell me when to stop.” He begins layering them on top of her one by one, stopping to make sure each one is smoothed out and fully covering her.

“That’s, that’s fine, th-thank you.” It’s just a cold. They’re all being so over-the-top nice to her, spending all this time and energy on her and giving her their own things. She wishes she could tell them to stop, but she doesn’t want to be rude and also…

She kind of likes it. It…feels good, to finally have somebody care about her like this again.

“I’m going to go make you some tea,” Nari announces, dropping a box of tissues onto the couch. She knows Liliana likes hot tea and will try most any food or drink, anyway. “I’ll be back. Boys…” She narrows her eyes and points her finger back and forth between Alex and Jamil. “Behave yourselves and let her rest.”

“We will!” Jamil promises.

“Yes, ma’am!” Alex salutes jauntily, then snatches up the video game controller and plops into an armchair.

Jamil settles down onto the floor in front of Liliana’s feet. “You okay with us playing?”

“Mhm.” She nods a little, and he smiles at her.

It’s only a minute later that Quinn leans over the back of the couch with a plate of scrambled eggs. “Here you are. I believe Nari is making you some Baesuk.”

“Thank you. She, she said something about tea.”

She slowly nibbles at the eggs, half-watching the anime character destroy monsters on the screen. Quinn doesn’t cook much, but he makes decent scrambled eggs. They’re hitting the spot much better than the dry cereal.

The plate has been empty for a few minutes when Nari comes back with a steaming mug of tea. “Here you go! It’s got bae - which is Korean pear - black peppercorns, ginger, and honey. It’s great for colds.” Passing over the mug, she whisks the plate off her lap. “Anything else I can get you?”

“N-no, thank you, you’ve…you’ve done plenty. I, I appreciate a-all of this.”

Nari smiles softly. “Of course, jagiya.” It’s a pet name, like ‘honey’, she’d finally learned. “If you need anything, just…kick this guy in the back of the head to get his attention or something,” she laughs, gesturing at Jamil.

“What did I ever do?” he protests, but also gives Liliana a grin over his shoulder to let her know it’s okay.

Nari leaves, and the only sounds in the room are faint music and effects from the video game. Liliana sips at her tea, the heat and honey soothing her sore throat. She gets through about half the mug before she gets too overwhelmingly tired to stay sitting up any longer.

Twisting around, she attempts to set the mug on the end table, catching Jamil’s attention who jumps up to help. Not only does he take the mug, but he also helps her with the pillows once he finds out her goal.

The video game sounds get even quieter as she curls up and closes her eyes, a tissue clutched in her hand.

[quinn-borel]

The Lord Commander succumbed to a night of restless sleep, for the upcoming day would be the final leg of their journey to Zenith. There he would stand tall and confront the great wyrm Hraesvelgr, requesting aid against the upcoming clash against Nidhogg. His mind churned just like the vistas did before him as he exited his tent, greeted by the early morning fogginess of the Mists.

The air was muggy and uninviting, a harsh contrast from the previous night where the skies were clear and the air chilled him as it did back home in Ishgard. He stood there in silence as visions of the past raced in his mind—the clear air, the calm atmosphere, the intimate moment he shared with the Warrior of Light as they toiled over his map…then the Moogles showed up of course, ruining the moment. He couldn’t believe how he nearly let slip his desire for her, how he nearly took their friendship and ground it under his heel.

…

No! He wasn’t going to kiss her. Preposterous! They were just leaning in to each other to look at the map. The Moogles were the ones making assumptions!

…

He needed to focus on the mission—to seek an ally and bring down Ishgard’s major adversary. There wasn’t time for the foolish, boyish thoughts that crept into his heart and mind every time he saw her. There never would be a time for it, no matter how much he longed for it…she was way out of his league anyway. Right?

Breaking him from his trance, he noticed the very same woman, Quinn, sitting near the smoldering patch where their fire burned from the previous night. Alphinaud must have been scouting their upcoming path, for the young Elezen was nowhere to be seen. Once again, it was just the two of them. He watched her intently as she dug around in her bag, pulling out what appeared to be a small glass vile which lacked any sort of label. From there, Quinn pulled the plug from the tincture and applied a drop of it to her tongue—she squirmed with displeasure at the taste, her visage twisting as if it were the most bitter thing she had ever put in her mouth. Aymeric made his presence known with a soft chuckle upon seeing her reaction, to which Quinn immediately shoved the bottle back into her bag,

“Gods, don’t sneak up on me like that!” she scolded him, sighing after she caught her breath “Good morning, Ser Aymeric.”

“My apologies for startling you, Quinn. I didn’t realize you didn’t see me there.”

“It’s fine.” She shrugged it off without a second thought, “Anyway, I would wager you slept about as well as the rest of us did…”

“If you meant, ‘hardly’, then, yes, you would be correct.” he crossed his arms over his chest as his gaze fell upon her bag, curious as to what was in the little glass vile. He mused for a moment before taking a playful jab, “That seemed unpleasant. Could it be that you were taking a tincture of dexterity? Has that been the source of your excellent bowmanship all this time?”

His smile was telling that it was a joke, knowing well that Quinn practiced her craft on the daily. She snickered along with him, a bashful smile painting her lips,

“If only it were that easy.” She explained, “But, no, it’s actually a preventative tincture.”

“Preventative?” he tilted his head curiously, “Does something ail you, my friend?”

“Oh, no, nothing like that.” She went back to rummaging through her bag, and so plainly, so matter-of-factly she explained to him, “It’s to keep me from becoming pregnant. I take it every day, just in case.”

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“Ah-?”

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“…just in case…?”

Aymeric was at a loss for words, face and ears lit up a bright pink flush as he gawked at the fact that she would divulge something so personal.

And the implications…

…

“…What?” she asked, looking towards him with confusion.

“N-Nothing.” He stammered, turning on his heel and heading back towards his tent, “I best begin tearing down my sleeping arrangements. We have quite the march to make today, do we not?”

Quinn stared at the back of his head with a blank face, unsure as to why he reacted in such a way to her taking birth control.

Perhaps they weren’t close enough for her to tell him so nonchalantly…she’d make a mental note not to bring it up ever again.

[outpost51]

Fuck it I need y’all to be Unhinged with me

cw for like extremely mild spice

Tessa grinned, wide and wild, as she got to her feet. “Who needs a dad, anyway? Overrated.” She planted her hands on her lower back and bent backward until her spine cracked in more places than sounded healthy for someone our age. “I’m thinkin’ takeaway from Foodshack to celebrate our baby growin’ up and shit, yeah?” Kri emerged from the sheet partition just in time to ruffle my hair and scamper along behind Tessa.

It was safer that way, obviously, to take a buddy on an errand. But that left me alone in the apartment, with Quinn, who I’d already ran out on.

She must have felt the sudden tension rolling through my body — how could she not, pressed up against me as she was, a fact I was trying desperately not to think about — and squeezed me even tighter. I didn’t blame her, couldn’t really; even if I came back like I promised, I didn’t trust me not to bolt either. “What’s goin’ through your head?”

“Too much.” I squirmed away from the pinch I already knew I’d get for it. “Can’t communicate without words, Quinn. S’just… feelings. Bad shit that makes everything else taste bitter. Rancid.” Rotten. Burned to ash. Left to decay at the bottom of a murky lake—

“Hey, stop.” Quinn’s fingertips were cold where they pressed into my cheeks, or maybe it was just that her lips were so warm whispering against mine that my whole body was burning plasma-hot and everything else would feel cold forever. The nose bridge of her glasses bit into my tattoo-tender skin, and I was okay with that, actually; it kept me grounded, kept me still.

Sour candy was so much better than bitter ash and copper tang.

We never moved beyond where we’d originally fallen, but at some point we’d lost clothing — neither of us knew when, or even how long we were tangled up on the floor until Tessa’s cold-ass foot connected with my bare side. “Fuck’s sake, at least get behind the curtains,” she groused. “Come eat before the spark plug passes out.”

I’m havin a real normal one about Atria and Quinn’s reunion, v tempted to drop the snippet but also v tempted to make my enablers wait until the chapter comes out

[writing-blog-iguess]

Hi, can I request a fluff and angst fanfic about Damian x female reader? In which they're into an engagement mainly for business, but Y/N was insecure about it because she's a chubby cinnamon roll (which she didn't realise at all), and she felt left out by the entire Bat family. And so, during a true or dare between entire Batfam and their friends, Jon asked for Damian's type and he reply almost like a hint about Y/N, leaving his teammates wanting to see Y/N. They did later saw her, but somehow one of them said they didn't know Damian would fall into love with this kind of girl, which hurt Y/N unconsciouy and she ended up wanting to end the engagement. Damian chased after her and calm her down with Harley and Ivy Poison stop by and scolding the entire Batfam and League of how much they made their little angel felt leftout and threaten dear Robin that they would hunt him down if he's not gonna say anything clearly!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!!!! I really like Harley Quinn and Ivy Poison!!!!

I'm so sorry for how long this took me, but I couldn't stop thinking about it when I read this request! Anyways, I hope this is what you were looking for and I hope you enjoy it!

Life wasn’t fair, she knew this. Had known this as she grew up. But there was a small part of her that hoped that life would go her way once she was old enough to make her own choices.

But that hope was stomped down when she started high school and her parents planned out her future. The only good thing she got out of it, was that she was allowed to pick her minor when it was time to start university.

Throughout the years, she avoided the questions from the press and her friends when she suddenly became friends with Damian Wayne. The only ones to know about the arranged marriage between the two, were her family and the Wayne’s.

It was in an agreement that when they finished school, they would announce their engagement.

There was nothing wrong with it, but as she started to get to know the Wayne’s, she felt a little out of place. Like there was an inside joke or something that she wasn’t allowed to know. She knew people had secrets, she even had secrets. But sometimes it hurts.

Laugher broke through her thoughts, blinking at her phone. She dialed a friend’s number and brought the phone to her ear. As she waited for them to pick up, she couldn’t help but overhear the group of boys’ conversation.

“I didn’t think he’d actually answer,” someone said, after his laughter died down.

“Well, the rules say he had to answer so,” another said with a shrug.

“I’m more surprised by the type of girls Damian’s into.” She frowned, and watched them from the corner of eye. They must be some of Damian’s friends, she thought.

“You mean like that?” someone asked, gesturing to her. She frowned and furrowed her eyebrows as she listened to them talk.

She hung her head as her mood soured as they continued talking. Okay, so maybe she wasn’t the prettiest looking, but she never thought Damian would be so swallow to go for someone that wasn’t her.

“Pumpkin,” a voice said, shaking her out of her thoughts. “You there?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah I am,” she answered, shaking her head and shifting her eyes forward. “I uh, I’m going to have to do a rain check tonight. Something came up.”

“Sure, I’ll tell Red. Let us know when you can, okay?”

“I will, thanks Harls.”

Later that day, she stood in front of the mirror, turned to look at her body. Okay, so maybe she wasn’t the skinniest or the prettiest person. But she liked to think her personality more then made up her looks.

And well, she never really talked to Damian about it. Why he had agreed to marry her, or at the least, broke it off if she wasn’t someone he wasn’t into.

She tugged her shirt down and sighed. Maybe it was time to end it. It’s been nine years since the start of the engagement, and it wasn’t fair to Damian for being sucked into her parents' deals.

Making up her mind, she brought out some paper and pen and began writing. Once she finished, she stuffed it in an envelope, along with the ring and sealed it. Making a quick decision, she grabbed her keys and left for Wayne Manor.

When she arrived, she spent a few minutes just sitting in the car, wondering if she’d have to talk to Damian. That was the last thing she needed, for him to talk her out of it.

Taking a deep breath, she climbed out of the car and made her way towards the door. She reached out and knocked on the door. She rocked on her feet as she waited, hoping Alfred would be the one to answer.

And her hopes were answered when she saw the family butler standing in the doorway. “Miss L/N, I wasn’t aware that you were dropping by. Shall I go announce that you’re here?”

“That’s okay Allred, I only came to drop something for Damian,” she answered with a small smile.

“I’m afraid he isn’t here at the moment,” he said, and she sighed in relief.

“That’s fine,” she said, and held up the envelope for him to take. “Can you, uh, can you give this to him when he gets back?”

Alfred frowned at the envelope she held, and she looked down. She was getting a little uncomfortable under his stare, and wondered if he'd say something that would change her mind.

“Of course,” he said, taking the envelope from her grasp. “Is there something you’d wish for me to tell him?”

“That’s okay,” she said, looking up to him. He gave her a sad smile and wondered if he knew what was inside. “I’ll, uh, I’ll see you around Alfred. And thank you for everything.”

“My pleasure, Miss L/N. I hope to see you soon,” he replied. She hesitated and stepped forward to give him a hug. He tensed at first and returned it, squeezing her a little tightly. “I’m sure you’ll be missed.”

“Thanks.”

~~

Two weeks.

It’s been two weeks since she wrote the letter, two weeks of ignoring Damian’s attempts to talk. Two weeks of listening to her mother whine about the broken engagement, and her father’s belittling her about how she ruined everything. Two weeks of Harley and Ivy pestering her until she finally told them why.

“But you love him!” Harley exclaimed, moving to sit beside Y/N on the couch. “I don’t understand why you ended it, Pumpkin.”

Y/N rubbed her face and sighed, wishing they would just drop it. But they didn’t and kept going. “Because look at me!” she finally snapped. Moving off the couch, she faced the two and gestured to herself.

“I don’t look like someone Damian would marry! I’m not pretty or…or…I’m not a supermodel. And besides, I feel like I don’t even fit in with the Wayne family. I mean, look at the family. They all have looks and great personalities, they’re fun and adventurous, and their lives are amazing. And then...and then there’s me who’s just boring and average who could care less about adventure. I’m just...meh.”

She paused, wrapping her arms around her waist, trying to make herself small. It’s the first time she said her thoughts out loud. It felt a little freeing, but it still hurt.

“The only reason why we were even engaged was for a stupid business deal my dad struck with Bruce Wayne. I would like to add that Mr. Wayne didn’t even look that interested in the arrangement, and neither did Damian,” she finished, deflating a little. Finally telling someone about the arrangement.

“Oh flower,” Ivy said, standing up and pulling her into a hug. “If he can’t love you for who you are or only cares about looks, then he doesn’t deserve you. You should marry for love, so you made the right choice.”

She rested her head on Ivy and sighed. “But it wouldn’t have been a loveless marriage,” she whispered, “I love him, it would make it a one-sided loveless marriage.”

She felt Harley join the hug and she closed her eyes as tears started to form.

“You never cared about your looks before,” Harley mused, playing with Y/N’s hair. “What brought this on?”

Y/N opted to stay quiet and shook her head. Ivy called her name and she sighed. She knew they wouldn’t stop until she answered, and she was afraid of what they would do. This time, Harley called her name, but firmer. “Okay fine, but you can’t do anything stupid.”

Harley scoffed and pulled away to poke Y/N’s nose. “When have I ever?” She gave Harley a look and she just giggled. “Okay, so maybe there were a few times but I’m not letting you off the hook. So, spill.”

She rubbed her face and groaned. “I overheard Damian’s friends talk about how they couldn’t see him falling in love with someone like me. And they're right, I’m fat, and plain looking.”

“You are not fat,” Ivy said, narrowing her eyes. “You’re a little chuddy yes, but you're healthy and that’s all anyone can ask for.”

“What she said,” Harley agreed as she walked out of the room. She came back a moment later with her mallet. “Come on Red, we’ve got work to do.”

“What? No!” she called as the two made their way to the door. “You promised!” But it fell on deaf ears as she watched her two parental figures leave the apartment. Mumbling a string of curses, she took out her phone and sent out a message.

Damian ignored everyone in the room, and frowned at his phone. He stared at the two words like it was mocking him. It’d been two weeks of silence from her and the first words she sends him is I’m sorry?

Scoffing, he typed out a reply and just before he could press send, the door slammed open.

There was a collective gasp around the room as they watched two of Gotham’s sirens walk into the living room.

“Man, and here I thought we were going to have a quiet night,” Garth complained, leaning back against the couch.

“That’s what you get when you say ‘sure is a quiet night,’” Jon mocked, Garth made a face at him but chose not to say anything.

“What do you want, Harley?” Bruce asked tiredly. Damian had a faint feeling that this isn’t the first time Harley barged into the manor.

Harley pointed her mallet at the boys and smirked as they squirmed a little. Damian narrowed his eyes, wondering if there’s going to be a fight or not.

“A little birdie told me that you are making fun of girls like Y/N,” she said. Damian’s eyes widened in surprise. They knew Y/N? But she’s never mentioned that. But then again, there are things he hasn’t told her yet.

“Y/N?” Wally asked, confused. He wasn’t the only one, one look around the room told Damian that no one knew who she was talking about. “Don’t know who that is.”

“Mhm, that’s okay. She knows who you are though. And she’s told us what you’ve said,” Harley continued, “about how you don’t see Damian marrying someone who’s chubby, who is a bit self-conscious about who they are. Which leads me…” she trailed off and pointed her mallet at the Wayne boys.

They narrowed their eyes and watched closely to see what she might do next. Their eyes were especially on Ivy. She hasn’t said much during Harley’s speech. But her glare spoke volumes.

“Why is it whenever Y/N comes home from hanging out with Damian and everyone here, she’s sad?” Harley asked, and the boys widened as they realized who they were talking about.

“You’re talking about Y/N? Damian’s fiancé?” Jason asked. Wally, Gath and Jon’s head whipped around to look at Damian.

“You’re engaged?!”

Damian chose to ignore them and narrowed his eyes at the two. “What do you mean she’s sad? And how do you know?”

“Exactly that,” Ivy said with a shrug. “She didn’t tell us until today, but we knew there was something wrong. Said that she felt like she didn’t fit in, like you just didn’t care that she was there.”

Okay, so she didn’t say it in so many words, but that’s what Ivy got out of it.

She watched and listened as the Wayne boys tried to defend themselves. She raised her hand and they stopped talking.

“Is that why she ended the engagement?” Damian asked.

“She did what?” Damian’s brothers asked in unison. He didn’t answer and Ivy nodded.

“Better go fix it, baby bird,” Harley said, pointing at Damian.

Not needed to be told twice, Damian stood and left, ignoring the protest of his friends and family. He chuckled when he heard the groans of everyone as Harley and Ivy started their lecture on why you shouldn’t talk bad about people you don’t know.

It’s been twenty minutes since Ivy and Harley left, and she can’t help but wonder what they’re doing. She had almost followed them, but decided against it. She’ll wait until they get back for the answers.

A knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts, and she looked up from her book in confusion. Harley and Ivy would have just walked in, and she wasn’t expecting anyone to come over.

Setting the book on the couch, she got up and made her way to the door. Her eyes narrowed as she saw who it was through the peephole. She bit her lip and debated on whether or not she should open the door.

“I know you’re in there, Y/N,” Damian said. He sounded tired, like he hasn’t been sleeping lately. “Can I come in, please? We need to talk.”

Sighing, she unlocked the door. He looked as tired as he sounded. She stepped aside and waited until he was inside before closing the door.

“You didn’t tell me you knew Harley and Ivy,” he said after a few minutes of silence. She shrugged, keeping her attention on the door as she answered him.

“I met them when I was in grade 10,” she mumbled, “was running from someone and I asked for their help. Since then, they’ve kind of adopted me.”

“Do your parents know?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think they would care.”

Damian snorted, turning around to look at her. She was still refusing to look at him. “I think they would care if their only daughter was hanging around with Gotham’s most wanted.”

“No, I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t,” she argued. “They were the ones who signed my life away. I mean, the whole engagement was because of a business deal.” She hadn’t meant to, but she let the bitterness seep into her voice. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter anyways.”

Damian flinched as she dismissed it, and reached out to grab her arm. She tensed but didn’t pull away, Damian took that as a good sign, and turned her around. She let him, but kept her gaze on his chest.

“My friends are stupid,” Damian stated, surprising her. “We were playing truth or dare and I was asked what my type of a girl was. I didn’t think your first meeting with them would end our engagement. I wished you would have talked to me about it though, instead of that.”

She hung her in shame. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just, I don’t know. On top of what your friends said, and the whole arranged marriage thing, I didn’t want to marry someone who doesn’t love me back.”

She froze when she realized what she said. She shut her eyes, and covered her face with her hands, willing the flush on her cheeks to go away. But it didn’t.

“You love me?” Damian asked, and she could hear the smirk. She didn’t say anything, she just nodded. “Why didn’t you say anything?” She shrugged. Damian huffed out a laugh, and gently pried her hands off her face. When she still didn’t look up, he grabbed her chin and tilted her head up. “I love you too.”

Her eyes snapped open, and she stared at him dumbfounded. He gave her a soft smile and leaned forward a little, resting his forehead on hers. “I love the way you are now, and I wouldn’t change anything about you.”

“Do you really mean that?” she asked quietly. So quietly, he almost didn’t catch it. He nodded.

“With all my heart.”

She looked at him, looking to see if he was lying. When all she found was the truth, she closed the distance and kissed him. She bundled up his shirt as he cupped her cheeks gently. She put all her love into that kiss, and he eagerly matched her pace.

When they needed air, she pulled back and smiled when he followed after her.

“So, does that mean we can get married now?” Damian asked. She pretended to think about it, and he poked her sides a little.

“I guess so,” she answered with a laugh. He pulled her into a hug, which she returned, nuzzling her face in his shirt. “Are we still waiting until we’re done with school?”

“Would give us time to get to know each other. Really get to know each other,” he added when she was about to say something. “And maybe this time around, you’ll feel like you fit in with my family.”

“Wow, they left nothing out, did they?” she questioned. Damian chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Damian.”

“I love you too.”

[goggles-mcgee]

Your fic idea Wish Me Away has so much angst potential but also, do you know how funny is It to imagine the shenanigans the Batfam will get into because of this cute baby who came with a box full of little ancient gods that live in magic jewels!!

I'm hoping it will be an equal balance of angst and humor, or course with a happy ending for Marinette and her family and friends.

Oh man yeah the Batfam will figure that out quick. Especially since Mari will bring out every Miraculous to "train" with, she's just playing with them, and she transforms with them a lot. The family really worries when she uses Kaalki. But they worry anyways because she always somehow manages to get out of the manor to help them with their patrols, they are thankful to the Miraculous Cure that the Ladybug Miraculous gives Marietta, but they don't know how many times they can take being mid fight only for her to show up and try to help.

Joker literally laughed till he passed out when this tiny little mouse-themed hero came out of nowhere and put her hand up and yelled "Stop cwown!" He tried to keep his gun in his hand but to no avail, he was shaking to much and it fell and Mari looked very pleased with herself.

Poison Ivy literally stopped what she was doing when this little bumble-bee hero flew in front of her face and gave her a smile and said, "Pretty flowers! Belles fleurs!" She just stared before grabbed the child and hugging her to her chest and glaring at Batman before yelling, "Don't you have enough you furry?"

The Batfam lost it when little Bumble-bee pointed at Batman and tilted her head and asked, "Furry?"

Ivy got the biggest smirk on her face when she smiled down at Bumble-bee and nodded. She even used baby voice and said, "Yes my flower, he's a furry."

Ivy swore she could see a blush under the cowl when the child pointed at Batman and in a very happy voice shouted, "Furry, furry, furry!"

Harley Quinn had been in the middle of a robbery when a small person dressed like a fox popped in and looked at Harley and then at Bud and Lou and back at Harley with super big blue eyes. "Pet?" She asked.

And what was Harley supposed to say? No? Yeah hell no was she going to tell the little on no so she nodded and the child giggled in glee. She watched to make sure Bud and Lou didn't hurt the little one and was pleasantly surprised when they just licked the child and laughed. So they liked her, huh.

So Harley decided to stop her robbing to introduce herself, "I'm Harley Quinn, nice to meet you kid!"

"Quinn?"

"Harley Quinn."

"Haw-wee?"

"Close enough!"

Then she told the little one Bud and Lou's names and she watched as the child would point at them and say their name and look back at her to confirm and when she got it right she would clap her hands and giggle. It was at that point that Harley said fuck it and stopped robbing the store and decided to take the little one out for ice cream. That's how B-man found them and she had to say, he looked pretty frazzled.

Catwoman, Selina found her own little hero when she was on the prowl one night, just to stretch out and get some air. Maybe have some fun if Bruce didn't hear about it. Then she heard a small someone say "Meow!"

She had never turned so fast, nearly fell off the roof. Which apparently was funny because the small child that was on the roof laughed and crawled over to her. Selina just stared at the little one and all she could think of was that she was going to kill Bruce. Another one!? Really!? Why was it so small???

So she picked up the child and went to find Batman so she could kick him off a roof. But she couldn't help but smile down at the little kitten. "I'm calling you Kitten." She mumbled as she jumped on the rooftops as carefully as she could.

"Kitten?" The child asked as she pointed to herself.

"You're smart. I'm Catwoman."

"Chat! Meow!"

Selina couldn't help but laugh at that and nod. When she finally found Bruce she did kick him. Not off the roof though but it was still a little satisfying. The little bundle of black and blue in her arms squirmed until she set her down and she watched in fascination as she ran to Batman and hugged his leg. "Dad-dee!"

"Kitten we've been looking for you everywhere!"

So her name was Kitten. 10 points for Selina.

"You know I thought I was the one supposed to give you a kid B."

"Can we please talk about this later?"

"Daddy! Wanna go with Cat!"

Apparently Bruce was not good at saying no to the little Kitten because he looked at her after trying to convince the little one five times that she should go home, and asking if she would mind just taking her out for a while. Selina didn't mind in the least, plus she figured she could get some more dirt on him later at the manor.

Riddler had been mid riddle with Red Robin when a small little snake themed girl came out of nowhere. He had just stared at her when Red Robin grabbed her and was scolding her and asking what she thought she was doing.

"That's a child."

"Yes Nygma."

"That's an actual human child."

"She's one and a half so more so an infant."

"Okay. What is that infant doing here?"

"She's my sister."

"Jesus Chr-Batman has a problem. Yeah no, I'm not doing this with that here. We'll carry on later."

"I have to arrest you Nygma."

"Why? I didn't even get to say my riddle!"

"...The bombs."

"Right."

Anyways XD here's some shenanigans for you!

[velvetineblue]

the actions unfold in rapid succession; a blur of motion and sensation, the struggle to evade his strikes but keep a watchful eye at the same time.

this guy plays dirty. then again, Taiyang reasons, he probably should have known that when he used a toilet as his weapon of choice…

he didn't want to have to do this, not here, with club-patrons only feet away, but . . . the gun is poised with one eye shut, to line up a shot in sync with the jagged movements the fleeing man was making—

and with a fiery BANG, it goes off, pointed toward his shuffling feet, hoping to stop him from moving: to lodge a bullet into an ankle or an Achilles heel. but between the speed at which the target is moving, the shield the open door makes, and the body of the oblivious man blocking his line of sight ( all within just a few seconds ) — the shot seems to miss it's mark.

the sound of blaring pop music, the door flying open, and the bathroom-guy's shouts of confusion; it all seemed to drown out the sounds of the shot fired. nobody outside of the bathroom looked alarmed, anyway; they all carried on with their partying.

" shit, " the shooter curses, as the murderer escapes out the door. now that the man was outside of the confines of the bathroom, he wasn't just Taiyang's problem anymore. the leader sheathed the gun behind him again, and took out his phone, sending code-words to Quinn that only she would understand…

he grabbed the drunk man by the scruff of his shirt and drag-tossed him back to the other side of the door, ignoring his squirming, kicking protests. " get out, " gruff with distracted annoyance, he throws him towards the dance floor with no further explanation as to why the bathroom was off limits. but the LAST thing he needs is that idiot to become a witness to the crime scene the other man had left behind in the black cat bathroom. Taiyang locks the bathroom door behind him, and sent a second message to the staff while he walked forward, to make sure the door STAYS locked. he'd have to deal with the doctor trapped inside, later…

but for now, the blonde haired intruder was the bigger problem. it scurried toward an exit, like a rat looking for a hole to squeeze through . . . apparently, not knowing that every door in this place was trapped and bugged by it's owners. now that he'd raised their alarms, they wouldn't let him slip through their hands so easily. electronic locks had clicked into place, disabling each exit and window, and the staff were alerted: they were on a temporary lockdown. no-one came in or out without the leaders' permission. especially not minwoo.

with eyes full of icy determination, Taiyang boots echoed sound on the slick smooth dance floor, following behind Minwoo… " hey, blondie… " Minwoo's pursuer called, sing-song-y and predatory. but calmly, pretending anger wasn't boiling underneath the surface. ( anger at how he was making a scene; how audacious and disrespectful he'd been, in the way he'd carried out his killing. did this guy think he was some small-fry idiot, running a hackjob operation ? that he could kill Taiyang's own guest, on his own turf, then attack HIM, and get away with it? ) a smirk and a 'amused' huff of breath, as a laugh, escaped him. people on the dance floor moved out of their way without thinking much of it, not knowing that the subtle 'chase' was anything more than a game between two friends. " slow down; why are you rushing out the door all the sudden ? don't be shy... I got a special V.I.P. room set up just for you; it's got private bottle service and everything . . . just you, and me, and maybe Quinn, too. you're NOT gonna leave without checking it out, are you ? " now wouldn't that be so ungrateful and rude? it's not everyday someone gets an audience alone with the King and Queen of Black Fang !

“ I'm not interested in killing you, Taiyang Tseng. ” Nor was he interested in putting a bullet through the skull of his Queen. His mission was entirely based in doing a reconnaissance of the situation in Seoul's underground, to discover her beating heart, the players, the game. There was no specific target. Yet.

Lee's doctor was unfortunate collateral damage in a quest for information. Nothing more.

Minwoo wonders if his handler, a middle aged man with no family, no ties outside of the organisation, and very little in the way of humour, was still hanging around the assassins penthouse? Would he have an envelope with a fresh targets name in hand, expecting Minwoo's imminent return just to dispatch him once more? Or, had the assassin been left to fend for himself for a while, make his own choices, carve his own plan of action with the aim to report back to the Twelve with what they wanted.

The knock on the door does nothing to disturb his sharp focus, but Tai's break to respond gives him a moment of chaos to take action; jean clad knee strikes out at the others crotch, grip dropping from the gun as the assassin changes their positioning. He's willing to accept the hesitance in Tai's urge to kill him as nothing more than a opportunity, and uses it to his advantage.

A slick movement has the bathroom door unlocked and opened; the passionate, clearly drunk, obsessive knocker falling through the gap into the fray. There's a spin and quick shove to the falling body in the direction of Taiyang, aiming to use the drunk guy as a distraction for his imminent getaway.

Knowing that the Black Cat belonged to the other, Minwoo was almost certain he'd be hesitant at bringing a gun fight to the dance-floor, bullets spraying innocent dancers and partygoers didn't seem to fit Black Fang. The music is almost immediately deafening as he begins to head through the crowd, a similar bubble pop to what had been playing just minutes earlier blares through the speakers out to the crowd ahead ( all blissfully unaware of the disturbance )

[necros-writing-stuff]

You were supposed to just be arm candy for the night. Quinn had strong-armed Bailey into bringing a date for the gala she was hosting. He'd staunchly refused, until she reminded him of last year's party. Maybe it was something in the air, but everyone wanted to either dance with Bailey, or sneak off with him. More importantly, everyone was constantly watching him. It was unnerving, given his history. That's where you came in.

While considering his options, he was forced to face the facts. Eden and his spouse were his only friends. Fuck Quinn, she didn't count. Couldn't trust her as far as he could throw her. Which wasn't far. Her fat tits weighed her down. He didn't trust anybody else to be that close to him the whole night, but Eden would never play along, and he'd kill Bailey before he could finish asking for his spouse to go, which was fair. Bailey had been close to both of them growing up and may or may not have nursed a crush. On both of them. At the same time. Regardless, everyone that attended these parties was some kind of scum. They were, however, very good for networking and making contacts. It's how he found Remy in the first place, after all.

Thus Bailey was left with slim pickings. He could hire one of Briar's skanks, but he couldn't trust they weren't a plant. One that would pass information back to his competition. So that was put. He could rent one of Remy's goons for the evening, but they were ill mannered and ill tempered. They'd no doubt cause a scene. He could bring one of his orphans, but again, they'd cause a scene. Not only that, it'd make him look like a massive pervert. No, bringing an orphan is something the previous caretaker would have done. He sees enough of that monster in himself daily; he didn't need any more. His last option, was to borrow Eden's kid. You were the most beautiful, well behaved little shit he'd ever encountered. Smart and resourceful, you didn't have a lot of love for anyone in town.

Getting his friends o agree was the hardest part. Eden hated the idea of his child going into that town, much less being surrounded by the people who made it awful. His spouse, well, they were skeptical he'd keep you safe. He had a lot of enemies and all of them knew it. What if someone went after their baby because you were with him? New survival equipment and cookware helped convince them. Mostly since it was basically him saying Eden could kill him with a shiny, new hatchet. Or his spouse could beat him to death with their new cast iron skillet.

You were excited to go to a party. Your uncle Bailey brought you to the store and let you pick out all kinds of clothes, just not a gown for the gala. He didn't care about your shape or size. You were wearing a long, open back dress with a slit up to your hips. It was made of black satin and had lace delicately sewn as the collar and cold shoulder sleves. It hugged your assets, the skirt flowing with each move you made. He also got you shiny silver and daimond jewelry, and black, heeled shoes with red bottoms. He even took you to get a mani-pedi. You felt so fancy!

When it was time to attend, you did your hair and make up. It was simple, and a little understated. You wanted to focal point to be on the stuff your uncle got you. He seemed happy enough that you were we wearing the outfit just as he told you to. You were thrilled to please him, after all, he was taking you out of the woods and letting you see the town! You got to meet new people! Besides, it was fun letting him dress you up. You honestly felt a little bad, like you were taking advantage of him. You weren't a child anymore, and he didn't need to spoil you like one.

On the drive to the hotel, you nervously picked at the lace on your dress. Bailey had to take a hand off the wheel and grip both of your hands in his to make you stop. It surprised you at first. Had he ever touched you before? It was usually the other way around, when you'd hug him goodbye. His hands were larger than your's. Calloused and scared, not as bad as your father's. His nails were short and well taken care of, like the rest of him. He chastised you. Your dress was expensive. You apologized profusely.

When you got to the event, all eyes were on you. Your arms wrapped around Bailey's as you let him lead you around. You didn't recognize any of the people other than Quinn. You were happy to talk with her when Bailey stopped to chat. She kept giving Bailey this funny look, like she was trying not to laugh, and wiggling her eye brows at him. If it meant anything, Bailey didn't comment on it, or explain it to you. With Quinn, was a handsome man dressed in horse riding clothes. He looked really out of place. Most people were wearing suits or gowns. Bailey didn't let you speak to him, instead sending you to savage the buffet. He didn't need to tell you twice.

While filling your plate with a variety of hordervs, you felt someone staring at you. An instinct honed while living in the woods. Looking around, you saw a darkly dressed boy watching you. He was really small, you wouldn't have guessed he was your age. His hair was kind of greasy, brushed straight down his face; covering most of it. It made his piercing green eyes stand out all the more. His face turned red and he shuffled uncomfortably when your eyes met. You offered a friendly wave and a warm smile.

Then your attention was back on the food. So many fancy bites to try. You didn't know they made quiches that small! A soft tugging on your sleeve had you turning to see the boy again, now standing in front of you.

"M- My name is Kylar." He said, not making eye contact. He was small, and his body language screamed submissiveness. It made you feel a little more at ease. You could probably kill him with your bare hands if he tried anything. You introduced yourself and offered him a baby quiche off your plate. You weren't a huge fan of meatless quiches anyway.

Kylar held the small baked good in his hands as though you had just given him your heart. You were pretty thankful when Bailey called you back over. As you walked away, you heard someone laughing. A blond boy with hair covering one eye was laughing at Kylar. Did they know eachother? Were they friends? Why was he laughing at his friend? Next to the blond, was another blond boy. The one with long hair, wearing monk's robes, scolded the boy with piercings. They looked like brothers.

When you finally made it back to Bailey, he put his arm around your waist and handed you a glass of champagne. It was bubbly and tickled your throat when you drank it. You drank a few flutes of champagne and felt really funny after the fifth one. Enough so that it was hard to walk without clinging to Bailey. Maybe it was because your face was pressed into his chest, but he smelled really good. You think that's when he decided to leave with you, but it's all hazy after that. Bailey, as it would turn out, was equally hammered. He had enough of his wits about him to rent a room for the both of you, and not drive. But not enough to keep himself from ogling you in the outfit he bought you.

He practically carried you to the room. Which was fine by you. You had a pleasant, warm feeling spreading throughout your body when you pressed against him. After unlocking the door, the pair of you stumbled into the room. It was nice and all, but Bailey had other things on his mind. One other thing, actually. You were so drunk you let him strip you of your jewelry, shoes and stockings. You didn't complain when he removed a but his boxers, not did you mention the damp tent he had going on.

You admired his physic, his scars and his tattoos. It wasn't until he was undressing you, that something in your brain clicked and told you this was wrong. You weakly tried to push Bailey away, your intoxication making hard to move or speak. You whined softly.

"What are you doing?" He ignored you entirely, tearing the gown to rip it from your gorgeous body. You squirmed under him, trying to move away, but he held you firmly in place. His hands felt really good on your hips once they were bare to him, fire igniting every where he touched.

Bailey was achingly hard. Quinn must have put something in his drink. There was no way he wanted to fuck Eden's smoking hot kid as badly as he did. It wasn't like he'd jacked off to the thought of deflowering you before. To sending you home, his seed running down your pretty thighs. Even as you weakly struggled and protested under him, he took off your bra with expert skill. When you tried to cover yourself, he gathered your hands and pinned them above your head.

"Uncle Bailey, stop." You whimpered, your begging only turning him on more. He used he free hand to force your legs apart, so he could settle between them. He thought, for a fleeting moment, about preparing you. No. He wanted to hear you screaming his name. He wanted everyone to hear it. Your undergarments were quickly pulled from your body, leaving your virginal sex exposed to him. Drunk as he was, Bailey was salivating at the sight of you; naked, tears pricking at your eyes, struggling and making the cutest sounds. He was going to fuck you till your pussy molded to the shape of his cock. His underwear went next, tossed carelessly across the room. Again, you tried to wriggle away from him.

"Uncle Bailey, please. I don't want this. I- I've never-" His lips crashed into your's before you could finish speaking. His tongue invaded your mouth, your teeth clacking together in his desperation. More focused on getting your mouth free, you were only distantly aware of Bailey lining the crying head of his cock up with your wet hole. It came to the forefront of your thoughts when he pushed against it. He was huge, bigger than you thought he would be. Not that you thought about it before. He was your uncle, why would you? You gasped as he groaned. Then, in one forceful thrust, he burried himself to the hilt in your tight, no longer virgin pussy.

"Fuck, I felt that. Were you waiting for uncle Bailey to pop your cherry, sweatheat?" He gave you no time to adjust, setting a desperate, needy pace from the get-go. You were crying fully now. The stretch of him hurt! It hurt and he was hurting you more by moving!

"Hu-u-urts!" You sobbed, encouraging Bailey to force your knees to your chest.

"Only for a little bit. It'll feel real good in a minute, treasure." Bailey nipped your lip before moving to take your nipple into his mouth. His lips sucked at the sensitive nub while his talented tongue flicked against the tip. He groaned against your soft skin when your pussy clamped down on his cock. His movement faltered for a beat or two before regaining his rhythm. He continued groping and teasing your chest until your sobbing became choked, unbidden moans. You bit your lip, trying to keep yourself quiet He felt your walls relax around him, making moving easier.

"Didn't I tell you, kitten? Fuck, you love this, don't you? Love having uncle Bailey's fat fucking cock wrecking your little pussy." You hated it. You hated him. He was right and it made the shame that much harder to bear. It didn't hurt anymore. The burning sensation from his cock felt good. It felt so good you wanted more. You felt so full, almost complete. Try as you might, he had you singing for him.

Bailey let go of your hands to force your knees to your chest, folding you in half and giving him easy access to a spot inside you that you'd never reached. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth and your eyes rolled back into your head as he abused the sweet spot inside you. A tight, clenched sort of feeling began winding inside you. You found it hard to breathe suddenly, his name on your lips like a prayer.

"Fuck, yes, that's right. Fuck, you fucking love my cock." Bailey's pace increased, barely pulling out anymore before plunging back in; working the base of his cock and letting his heavy balls slap against your ass. He was ready to cum, but he refused to finish before you. A little denial never hurt him. He enjoyed it every now and then when he was getting himself off. Oh, but your tight little heat, absolutely dripping for him felt so much better than his hand. Far better than he imagined.

"Gonna fuck you all night. Gonna wake up and fuck you again in the morning." You arched your back orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave. You cried out, incoherent as he continued to abuse your cunt; using your orgasm and the rythmic clenching of your pussy to get off.

"God! Fucking, yes! Gonna send you home with my cum gushing from your tight little pussy. Keep you coming back for- fuck!" Bailey's rhythm lost it's beat. He frantically fucked himself into you, desperate for his high.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Bailey, honest to god, moaned your name as he came. Pressed to the hilt inside you, he worked himself through his orgasm, prolonging it by grinding himself into you. The feeling of his pubic hair harshly rubbing against your clit pushed your over sensitive body to another high.

He didn't give either of you a chance to rest or recover. Flipping you over, he stared rolling his hips into you again. You whimpered and begged for a break, only for him to slap your ass, leaving an angry, red hand print, and laugh at you.

"Your body belongs to me now, and you're not going anywhere till I'm done with you, kitten." You whimpered as he pushed you down into the mattress, fucking his cum out of you as he prepared to fuck more into you.

Bailey never had much of a sex drive. He didn't know if it was from the abuse he suffered growing up, or if it was natural. Frankly, he didn't want to know. What he did know, was that it left him the a hell of a lot of stamina. You were in for a long night, and when you got home, you'd have to explain to your parents where your bruises came from, why you were walking like that, and why you needed to start visiting Bailey on the weekends.

In a couple of months, you'd have to explain to them why you have a bun in the oven.

(- anon 🚩 bad uncle Bailey takin it from noncon to dubcon gets me hrrrnnngggg.)

Bailey having a crush on both Eden and Pre-PC at the same time makes me think about them double teaming him after a night out drinking.

But also bad uncle Bailey breeding his sweet little niece, keeping her nice and dripping with cum at every chance is such a lovely image. Looking his best friend in the eye and telling him they had a wonderful time, he even took her somewhere to eat out!

Current-PC trying not to blush at the horrible puns Bailey makes about the various ways he's fucked her so Eden doesn't figure out what happened.

[fluffy-lee-boa]

Arkham’s Sweetheart and the Grumpy Riddle Bug

a batman rogue ticklefic uwu

A/N: hey everyone!!! this took me a bit, but it kinda got away from me and turned into a little story of its own haha. i wrote this with the animated universe in mind, but honestly i think it’ll work with a few.

anyways, this was a request! lee!edward getting ganged up on by ler!harley and ler!pamela. hope you like it!!!

It was rare that anyone in Arkham would be such a ray of sunshine, being the drab and dank place that it is, but Harley Quinn was definitely the exception. Despite her treatment at the hands of guards, her clown of an ex, and the bat alike, she was always surprisingly upbeat as she passed through the halls of the facility, hands cuffed behind her back.

Her cheery attitude didn’t exactly mesh with her fellow rogues, though none of them were immune to her disarming charms. This meant that the room full of murderers and scoundrels all took pause when she entered, giving her soft smiles or begrudging greetings as she went ahead to settle into the rec room.

Well, all but one person.

Edward Nashton, or Nygma, as he had legally changed it to, was not exactly chipper on this stormy day- not that he was ever “chipper.” It’s just that today he seemed more put off than usual, based on the way he was stewing in the corner. There was an abandoned chessboard on the table beside him, likely from Jervis or Jonathan having grown frustrated with his attitude mid-game. It wasn’t uncommon, though it did present a challenge to the doctor as she assessed the situation.

Edward was one of her closest friends. It would be a crime not to help him out! He obviously needed someone there to cheer him up, for whatever reason, and who better than the sweetheart of Arkham herself?

(No, not Ivy. She was currently busy by the window, gardening. Though Harley was sure she could get her to help out if necessary.)

“Hey Eddie~!” She cooed as she skipped over and took the seat across from him, giving that same magical smile.

Edward gave her a half-hearted, “Quinn.” not even looking up from the floor.

Hmph. This was worse than she thought!

“What’s got ya so wound up today, hon?” she asked, a bit of her professionalism seeping through from her days as a staff member in this same institution.

He raised an eyebrow at her, before staring back at the ground with a rather childish, “You just wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.” she deadpanned, leading to her fellow inmate to purse his lips.

Edward knew that Harley was not somebody to underestimate. While Joker had tossed her aside and treated her like a jockey, he could tell she was much more intelligent than she let on. She was also stubborn- Which meant there wasn’t much of a chance of him getting out of this without telling her the truth.

He sighed, finally looking directly at her as he laid his chin in his hands, “It’s Batman. I’m sure you’re aware I was only just sent back here yesterday... I have reason to believe he’s found someone else to antagonize. Why won’t he realize that I’m the only one in this city who’s worthy of being his equal...?”

Harley blinked, a part of her tempted to admit that pretty much everyone but him knew he was a second tier villain at best. Though she knew how fragile the other’s ego was, and what he really needed right now was moral support. Like a break up! He’d been there for her when she went through her messy separation, albeit with his usual awkward stoniness, so it was only right that she return the favor.

“Aw, come on Ed. He’s not worth your time.” she waved her hand dismissively, “If anything, he should be locked up in here with us! He’s no better than... Jonathan! Just using fear to escape a lonely life and exert some sort of sick power over others.”

From the couch across the room, Crane looked up from his book, unimpressed. Clearly, he wanted no part of this.

Harley gave an awkward laugh and wave to her old professor, before turning back to Edward, “-Either way, I think you could do better.”

Edward raised an eyebrow, “...Really?”

She nodded, swinging her legs excitedly, “Yeah! Once we bust outta here, we should get you on some dating apps. Maybe go to a few Comic Cons. There’s gotta be someone out there who’s just as nerdy as you-!” she giggled as she poked him in the shoulder teasingly, watching the other puff up defensively.

“I don’t need a partner! I need a rival to sharpen my wits. I just- I want him to see that we’re the same. Is that too much to ask?” Edward snapped, pouting once more.

Harley’s smile faded for a moment, and she seemed to think for a moment, “....Get up.”

“What?” Edward seemed baffled at the sudden order, especially coming from her.

“Stand up! I wanna try somethin’!” She beamed, motioning for the other to get out of his chair. At this point, most of the other inmates were busy in their own little worlds, though a few took notice when Nygma stood. Especially since Harley looked so unnervingly excited.

Quinn walked over with a rather threatening look in her eye, hidden by her giddy smile, “Ok, now put your hands up.”

He hesitated, leading to a gentle, “Come on~! I’m not gonna hurt ya!”

Edward nervously raised his arms above his head, his baggy uniform falling over his slender form due to weeks of avoiding meals. He’d probably been up for days, based on his demeanor. He really put his whole heart and soul into this rivalry, Harley thought.

These small details of the other’s appearance only spurred on the psychiatrist as she stalked around him like a predator, deciding she knew exactly what she had to do. Then, when she was sure he wouldn’t expect it, Harley clamped down under his arms, wiggling her fingers against his skin through the loose fabric. In her opinion, laughter was the best medicine, and if Eddie was going to hold back like that, she certainly wasn’t.

If no one had been paying attention to them before, Edward sharp yelp would have tipped everybody off. He immediately brought his arms back down with a strangled giggle, doing his best to shoot Harley a look as she continued with her hands wedged under his arms.

She merely laughed along in response, cooing, “Awh Eddie, you’re so cute when you’re laughing like this. Kitchy koo~!”

“Harleen!” he hissed through gritted teeth, his cheeks already a bright red color as he tried to squirm free of her grasp.

After a moment he managed to pull away and get those blasted fingers out from his hollows- only for his arm to once again by suspended above him by some unidentifiable force. He looked up in horrified confusion, only to find thick vines wrapped around each wrist, holding him up like he was the catch of the day at Gotham Harbor..

“ISLEY!”

The purring voice of the botanist did nothing to soothe his flustered anger as she appeared beside her current partner in crime, “Yes, Edward...?”

Eddie bit down on his cheek to keep himself from bursting into laughter from the light yet overwhelming sensations, leading to his fiery responses being entirely silenced. Harley had barely even let up while the fiendish red-head had done her work, her fingers now trailing up his biceps and back down just to make him jump.

“Look Eddie, we just wanna help ya! Now, be a good little gigglebug and laugh.” Harley gave her victim an evil smirk, before moving down to dig into his prominent ribs.

Edward immediately acted like all the air had been sucked from his lungs, before he finally fell into real, authentic laughter. It was honestly a marvel that no guard had come to check on the group yet, considering how noisy they’d become both from Edward’s current predicament, and the snickers of onlookers.

His laugh was more sweet and melodic than most people would think, and it was almost bouncy as he squirmed around. It sounded much more innocent than the man who was behind it.

���C’mon Eddie, that’s it,” Pamela hummed as she stepped around him, obviously enjoying watching the other get so flustered. His cheeks heated up as she fluttered her leaves and flower petals across his neck from the greenery continuing to hold him up, affectively turning his mind to mush.

“Youhou’re both dEAHAHAEEEE-!” Edward’s final attempt at a threat fell off into a squeal when Harley suddenly moved down to his hip bones with her own sporadic movements, making him buck as he tried to pull his arms free.

“Jackpot!” Harley sang, focusing all her attention on the dips and protruding bone. She was pure evil alright.

Edward’s squealing soon tapered off into begging and hiccuping giggles as he slowly lost his energy, all of which were practically indecipherable anyways, “Harleen! Pleaseheheheease-! Noho-!”

Harley hesitated, making an over-exaggerated face as if contemplating something grand, “Mmm... I don’t think you’re all cheered up yet...”

“I aham Ihihihiamm-!!!” He wheezed, his laughter starting anew as Quinn moved up a little to trace at his sides.

Harley and Ivy shared a look, and Harley eventually shrugged, slowing her movements to a stop. He’d had enough for the day.

Edward immediately sunk to the floor as Ivy’s vines guided him in a manner that would keep him from injuring himself, and soon the green weeds bloomed flowers to serve as a sort of mattress for the man to rest on. He continued giggling airily from the leftover ghost tickles and slight movements of the flora, the two watching. him curiously. Eventually he looked up at the both of them with a more genuine, honestly pretty cheesy smile.

There’s the Edward they knew and loved!

Harley was the first to react, per usual. She squealed excitedly and went to tackle him in a hug, which he begrudgingly returned as Ivy sat down cross legged beside them on their living carpet. The rest of the rogues had gone back to their own business, leaving the three to their own devices now that Edward had been so fiercely pulled out of his funk.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Edward spoke up with a surpassingly shy, “Er... thank you. Both. I needed that. Even if it was insufferable, it was... nice.”

Harley simply hummed happily and hugged him tighter, while Ivy was left to wave him off. He made Harley happy, so he was clearly worth their time.

Harley remained cuddled up between the two indefinitely after it was all said and done, rambling on about nothing in particular and helping get Ed’s mind off of the Bat for once in his life. And after recreational hours were done? She would get Edward to a meal and help him get back to his feet before their next breakout and/or parole hearing. And even if she acted aloof, Ivy would be with them every step of the way.

[angelliev]

Halloween Special!🎃  Okay, Mista JJ💋

Summary: JJ & Aria make their own Halloween movie.

Warnings: Smut! Language! Intense Role-play  JJ exploding our ovaries with this GIF^

A/N: Hey guys! Happy Halloween to all of you cool boos and ghouls. I know I haven't been here for a while now. It’s been busy and chaotic these past few months with school, work, and moving. I’m still writing the Lover Boy series though, so tune in. This is a little flashback (Halloween Special), still part of the series though. I know I’ve said this more than a thousand times, but thank you for your support with the likes, comments and especially the reblogs. Words can’t even begin to describe how much I appreciate you guys! Stay safe out there my lovies, and stay spooky. Muhahaha.

"Trick or Treat!” The miniature voices hollered at John B’s front porch. The boys, all dressed up of course, happily handed the kids candy. JJ didn't hold back as he gave each of them handfuls. It’s a good thing a bough a shitload of candy bags with me. However, I think the parents think otherwise when they watched the candy fall into the children's bags. “Happy Halloween guys! Dope costumes by the way!” The kids smile and high five JJ. The pogues had decided on dressing up as DC Comic Characters. Pope is dressed as Batman, pairing with Kie who was pulling off a sexy Catwoman suit. Sarah shined bright in her Wonder Woman outfit with John B who is going as Superman. I decided to dress up as my favorite supervillain, Harley Quinn from Suicide Squad. I couldn't help but prance around giddily in the Quinn’s boots, wearing the Daddy’s Little monster shirt, the Property of The Joker jacket, Puddin choker, temporary tattoos, hair in pigtails in red and blue, sexy fishnets, and the seductive sparkly shorts. Both Kie and Sarah knew I was in for it when I walked out in the outfit. I was surprised JJ didn't take me right there on John B’s couch when I strutted out. Instead he licked his lips that were curled into a smirk and eyed me with those luscious blue eyes. He wasn't the only once aroused. My eyes couldn't rip away from the gold chain on his neck, and the temporary tattoos that littered his body. His white button up, had a few loose buttons, exposing his chest that I wanted to nip at so bad. He was even pulling off the green hair. 

The trick or treaters began to finally die down. A Halloween movie played outside, all of us were seated in lawn chairs. The pogues continued to talk away in an excited conversation about the movie when an idea popped in my head. I take out my phone and open up my messages. My fingers began to type away on the keypad, my bottom lip caught in between my teeth. I look up at JJ one last time before hitting send. I act fast by hitting record on the screen. His phone dings, resulting in him taking it out and opening up the message. He sips his beer as he reads the explicit text, making him choke on the alcohol. “You good?” Asked a concerned Pope. “Yea, just swallowed more than I thought.” (Michael Scott That's What She Said) I smirk before getting up and walking away, making sure to add an extra sway to my hips, knowing that JJ’s lustful predator eyes were watching, my panties already starting to pool. 

Aria lays on the bed, smoke passing through her lips, waiting patiently for her boyfriend to come, camera in hand recording as the weed relaxes her body. Like clockwork, JJ enters the room hastily, a smirk plastered on his face, and his eyes a shade darker. “I missed ya Mista J.” I say trying my best to perfect the voice. JJ just chuckles darkly. “What’s with the camera?” He asked bewildered. “Thought we make a movie puddin’. I know you like movies.” The statement seemed to excite him. I bet the hot blood is always rushing down south. “That I do babygirl. You're a naughty little girl though. Sending me such a dirty sext in front of my friends.” “What text would you be referring to?” I played dumb. “Maybe this will jog your memory?” He holds the phone up to the screen, displaying the provocative text. 

“Hey Mista J. Why don’t you rev up your Harley by filling her up with your hot puddin?”

Before I could even respond, JJ took the camera from my grasp, and pushing my hand down his pants, where it’s met with the naked bulge. “This what you want your daddy to fill your sweet little pussy up with?” If I wasn't already drenched before, I sure am now. “Yes, please daddy.”  

“That’s a good girl. Let’s warm you up first.” He places the camera before opening up the sock drawer taking out the gun. He makes sure to unload it, checking it multiple times. “Put those pretty lips to good use will ya?” The barrel of the gun ghosted 👻 my red painted lips smiling. “Okay Mista J.” I look up into the camera with such innocent eyes before wrapping said lips around the barrel. JJ slowly maneuvers the weapon in and out of my mouth, lubricating it. “Such pretty lips you've got. Can't wait to have them wrapped around my cock. You love milking your daddy's cock dry with that mouth don't ya?” I simply nod and hum. I could feel the juices begin to drip down my leg as my pussy throbs. The gun is snatched away from my lips, leaving me empty. 

“Go on babygirl. Show your daddy some love.” He encourages, as I unzip his pants, wasting no time pull down his boxers. His cock springs free, the cool air in the room. “K puddin’.” Those were the last words that left my mouth before my luscious lips slid down his rock hard shaft. I could feel each vein on my tongue as he throbbed in my mouth. A relieved sigh passed his lips when he was welcomed by the warmth his babygirl provided him. His hips rolled in sync, one hand on my head, while the other was making sure the camera was capturing every single detail of himself thrusting into the girl’s mouth. A smile was plastered on his face, when he looked down to see his babygirl gagging on his dick, which hit the back of her throat as she took all of him in, precious inch by inch. “Such a good job babe. I'm so close. Keep that mouth opened wide, I’m about to give you some of that hot puddin’ you asked for.” The eyes watered while he continued to deep throat my mouth, and I loved every single second of it. Watching his lustful beat red face as his breaths grew rapid. 

“Fuck! Damn! Shit!” His hips finally came to halt, his balls touching chin, and the tip of my nose met his base. A ginormous load of his hot cum pooled into my mouth and rushed down my throat, overflowing and dripping down my chin along with my tears that streamed down my cheeks. 

“Swallow.” He commanded before slipping his cock out through my now swollen lips. I gladly swallowed the creamy cum, savoring the taste as it slid down my throat. “Open wide.” I proudly display my tongue out flat to him as he catches his breath. “That’s a good girl. You deserve a reward.” His thumb presses against my lip before motioning me to stand up. “Clothes off. On the bed. Now.” He demands sinisterly, causing a spark of excitement and anticipation to ignite. I waste no time to strip away from the costume, leaving me completely naked in front of the camera. I crawl onto the bed, making sure that my ass was in full view. JJ’s hand collides with one of my ass cheeks, erupting a loud smack across the room, making me giggle and yelp. I flip myself over on the bed, legs spread wide revealing my aching pussy that glistened in the light. JJ whistled and brought the camera close up. “Mm, look at this pussy. It’s just aching and throbbing for me, just begging me to plunge into it. But first I want to taste you babygirl. After all, you deserve it. You’ve been such a good girl for daddy.” His hot breath fans my pussy for only a few seconds before pulling away and making me whimper. 

He places the camera down once more and digs through his drawers until he finds what he’s looking for, that being a pair of Harley Quinn fuzzy hand cuffs. I bought in the store the other day as a gag gift, looks like we’ll finally be using it. He quickly cuffs my wrist to the bed restraining me, before placing a sweet loving kiss on my lips. “I love you, my sweet Harley Quinn.” He whispers against my swollen lips. “I love you too Mista J.” He flashed a genuine smile, before blinding me with his black bandana that was tied in the back. 

Once again, I could feel his hot breath fan my heat, making me antsy. But once again, he came to halt. “The fuck is this?” He asked genuinely confused, as was  I. It was then I remembered about the large quartz that was nestled deep within my precious flower, which was now probably barely staying intact. JJ dips his ring cladded fingers, scooping out the mysterious object, earning a whimper. JJ held the large rosy pink egg shaped object in his now juice covered fingers that glistened along with her pussy. “It’s a yoni egg.” She stated. 

(Wtf is a yoni egg you ask? Long story short, it’s a crystal carved into the shape of an egg, typically rose quartz or jade, and is placed in the girl's honey pot. There’s a lot of health benefits it provides that I'm not going to take the time explaining so...just look it up. You can find it on Etsy. Anyways, back to the story!) 

He simply hums, before licking the juices off the yoni egg and his fingers. “Did you miss daddy's cock so much that you filled yourself up with this?” My head nods furiously. “Yes! I miss you so much. Please daddy, I need you!” I begged. He silences me with a finger on my lip. “Patience babygirl. I’ll make sure to give a proper fucking. But for now, I wanna taste you.” He silenced me once more by stuffing my drenched panties in my mouth. “We don't want our friends hearing us, at least not yet.” I don't need the blindfold to know that he’s smirking. I’m caught off guard when I feel a sudden foreign object invade my walls and his hot tongue placed on my sensitive clit. My delightful moans are muffed by my own panties, that I taste myself on. My whole body squirms underneath him as he continues his sweet sexual torture on me. I then realized that it was the gun that my walls were clenching around as it moved in and out of me. I could already feel the knot form within me, tempted to unravel, but Mista J had other plans for his Harley Quinn. 

He stopped just before I was about cum, much to my dismay. JJ positions the camera to face both of them, unbinding the girl from the bed and removing her gag, before flipping her over. With no warning, he plunges himself into me, making me scream. My velvet pussy swallows each inch of his girthy cock with my silk like juices. Giving me no time to adjust, he takes a hold of my hips with both of his hands before pounding away. His skin slapped loudly against mine with each rough inevitable thrust. I knew that my pornographic moans shook the whole chateau, like our movement was shaking the whole bed, due to the animalistic thrusts, making the headboard pound against the wall. “That’s right baby. Don’t you dare hold back those moans. I want the everyone to know who's fucking you good. I want them to know that the Joker and Harley Quinn run the Outer Banks baby. 

All of it was too much. I couldn't find the words to tell him that I was about to cum, but I was already consumed by the euphoric sensation that washed over me like waves. My mind went completely blank, my ears began to rang. I didn't even hear JJ moan out load as he reached his climax, I could only feel his seed filling me up and gushing out my pink pussy. 

“Don't fall asleep on me now babygirl. We’re making a movie, and we’re only 12 minutes in. We still have about an hour left and I’m looking forward to fucking you senseless.” I just smile lustfully, ready for a round two.

“Okay Mista J.”

[gustafsnightangel]

Shattered Lives Ch 40 Pt 3

They were awake early, first by Lily, closely followed by three excited boys, it was snow fort building day. The kids were up and dressed in record time, Brendan taking it upon himself to get Lily ready to hurry the process along, the twins practically dragging Gustaf out of bed before he caved.

“Ok, ok, I’m getting up.” He chuckled. “Go help Brendan with breakfast and Lily, we’ll be right there.” He said to the twins, Sildie’s giggle into his shoulder had him smiling. “I’m starting to regret my decision.” He quipped, hands roaming that lush body he’d ravaged the night before.

“It’ll be fun and they’re so happy.” She cupped his face with her hand and kissed him sweetly. “You make them so happy love.”

“We’ll see after I bury them in the snow up to their eyeballs.” He nuzzled his face into her neck, her scent arousing him. “Ever had sex in a snow fort?” He asked slyly, her burst of laughter was a sure fire no.

“No I haven’t.”

“Well if we put a roof on it and make it an igloo.” He kissed her longingly. “I might take you out there and fuck you in it.” He growled.

“That would be one to cross off the bucket list.” She laughed.

“It would. You could be my snow kitten.” He purred.

“It’ll be cold.”

“I’ll warm you up.” He kissed her again and pressed her into the mattress. “God I wish I had more time with you this morning to ravage you again.” He devoured her mouth and then pulled away. “I have to get up and shower before we give three boys an education when they come looking for us.” Her laugh always made him smile. The one that he only heard when she was stress free, guilt free, grief free, and genuinely happy, at peace with the world around her and her place in it. God he wanted more of that for her.

Showered and dressed Gustaf found the boys and Lily at the table eating, fueling up for a long day of snow fort construction. Making tea they discussed their fort, or rather the main fort and three smaller walls for the snowball fight, the boys were thinking long term. “This might take a couple of days to build.” He said gently, not wanting them to get their hopes up of everything being completed in one day.

“We can build and then do something else for a bit for a break.” Brendan suggested.

“I like that plan. And no throwing snowballs until we declare a snowball fight day.” He smirked, knowing the twins would shove more snow down his shirt given the opportunity. “We build, then we have a few days having the snowball fight ok?” All three agreed and Lily squealed making them all laugh.

Sildie emerged from the bedroom to a laughter filled room. What she wouldn’t do to have the kids this happy all the time. She knew there would be tears and grief again at some point, but this was such a relief, acknowledgment they were healing. She sat and ate with Gustaf, the kids putting on layers and boots and coats. “You taking all four or you want me to keep Lily in here?” She asked as she sipped her tea.

“Taking all four. Lily will have fun throwing snow at the boys.” He grinned.

“Brave, brave man.” She chuckled. “You ok if I kick back and read for a little bit?”

“Sore after yesterday’s hike?” He asked slyly, not meaning the hike at all.

“A little stiff that’s all.” He leaned over and kissed her tenderly.

“I’ll massage it out later.” He growled and she snorted a laugh.

“I’m sure you will.” His grin was wicked, the sparkle in those Nordic blue eyes mischievous. “I’ll come out for a while and take some pictures, maybe sit out there in the sun and read, keep and eye on Lily.”

“Whatever you want to do love.”

“That’s the thing I’m a little lost.” She murmured.

“Idle hands are the devils plaything.” He muttered as he stood.

“You better watch out then.” She looked at him from under her lashes and bit her bottom lip.

“Careful kitten.” He growled at her ear. “I’m keeping score and that perfect ass of yours is going to be fire engine red when I’m done with you.” The ripple of arousal that shuddered through her made him grin. “You like the sound of that don’t you? Hmmm?” Her kiss was her answer, hungry, for him.

“Go make your fort.” She scoffed and playfully pushed him away.

Gustaf took the kids outside and helped them choose the location for their main fort and where they would build their three smaller walls for the snowball fight. They spent the morning crafting bricks of snow and packing down the floor of the fort. Sildie sat reading and taking pictures, a few videos, and watched as Gustaf and the kids bonded. It was so important for them to have this time and she was grateful that she’d found someone like Gustaf who wanted her as much as the four kids that came as a package deal. She ventured out with Lily and they started a small snowman, the tiny girl having the time of her life tossing more snow around and giggling as it rained down on her. By the time lunch rolled around they had five layers of bricks up for the main fort and Lily had built a snowman, sort of. It looked more like a blob but she was having fun.

“After lunch we can pack the gaps.” Gustaf said as he sat next to Sildie, the picnic style lunch an easier solution than shedding boots and jackets to eat inside.

“Something Lily can help with too.” Liam said taking a bite of his pizza.

“We have to be careful with Lily, make sure her fingers don’t get too cold.” Sildie said closing the front door bringing some hot chocolate and cookies out. She loved how the boys wanted to include their sister in everything they did as a family.

“Oh.” His face fell.

“She can help love. Just like when we built the snowman earlier. We just have to keep an eye out. Her fingers are much smaller than yours and mine, and she can’t voice what she’s feeling. You can tell me your hands are cold, she doesn’t have those words yet or know what they mean so we have to remember to check her fingers.”

They devoured the cookies, Lily asking for a second one and Gustaf giving in. Sildie sat with her book as the construction continued and by mid afternoon they’d started on the roof when Lily needed her nap. She fussed, not wanting to go down, but her body was clearly overruling her. Stripping down Sildie curled up in their bed with her, content with reading while the tiny girl slept, those wayward thoughts of having kids with Gustaf flitting in and out of her mind.

With the light fading, the boys as well, Gustaf called it a day and herded the kids inside. They were beat, but they had an igloo, complete with roof. Although how stable that roof was he couldn’t say. They could spend some of the morning tomorrow doing the other three walls for the snowball fight and call it good. The kids went to take showers and warm up as he stood in the doorway to their room and smiled. His two best girls curled up in their bed fast asleep. “You’re going to make a great mother someday love.” He murmured to himself as he snuck a few photos. Closing the door quietly he went to the kitchen to start dinner.

“Mum mum mum.” Lily patted her cheek softly.

“I’m awake little lady, just resting my eyes.” She chuckled and snuggled the child in closer, giving her smooches. She took Lily to bathe and get in her pajamas and realized it was very quiet in the cabin. Coming out to the living room four boys were curled up in front of the fire listening to Gustaf read Harry Potter. Lily squirmed in her arms crying a dad dad, and as her tiny feet hit the floor she was off running to him for a cuddle. Their bond was so strong, she thought, and her heart swelled. “He’s so good with them Quinn.” She whispered. “Don’t be mad at me for wanting this.”

“Well hello little lady.” He chuckled, that deep rumble Sildie adored filling the room as he snuggled Lily to him. “You going to help?” He said and kissed her head as he kept reading.

Sildie made tea, noticing the stew nearly ready on the stove, the timer ticking by. It was the little things he did, just took care of that made her feel so loved. The little things she didn’t have to worry about so she could read, or take a nap, or just have five minutes to herself and breathe. But he did them because he wanted to, not because he had to, or was asked to, and it was also the reason she sometimes felt she was taking advantage of him. “You’re not.” She muttered quietly under her breath. “He does it because he wants to. It’s his choice.” And it was, sometimes she just had to remind herself of that.

The boys sat around the table as the timer went off, Gustaf coming into the kitchen to help, Lily attached to his hip.

“I’ve got it, go sit.” She tapped a hand on his chest and kissed him sweetly.

“Good nap?”

“Yes. Didn’t really mean to crash out but I did.” She chuckled. “It’s still early so this one should go down normal time.”

“Good to know.” He growled. “Because even though I’m tired after today, I have a craving for you.” He breathed, and kissed her temple. She felt her pussy clench, just the thought of him fucking her was enough to get her system buzzed. “I’ve wanted you all day.” The brush of his fingers at her hip sent a shot of arousal to her core as she tried to get the garlic bread ready for dinner, his low chuckle mischievous.

They sat and ate, the twins telling her all about their afternoon and that she needed to go and check out the fort. She assured them she would when the sun was up. After dinner the kids cleaned their teeth and crashed out early, the days activities wiping them out. Gustaf sat on the floor in Lily’s room, the little lady tired and nearly asleep holding onto his fingers. Standing at the door she videoed him talking to Lily, soothing her, it might come in handy when he was away and homesick. It would be worse for him this time around and she was getting herself prepared to help him anyway she could. Lily would feel the separation more this time too, something Sildie wasn’t looking forward to. These moments seemed fleeting knowing he’d be gone for three months, and she’d capture and keep as many of them as possible.

He was tired, the exercise from the day had started to catch up with him. Finishing in the bathroom he crawled into bed, Sildie sitting up reading as he sighed into the pillow.

“Long day.” She chuckled.

“A lot of exercise.” His huff was one of humor. Even as he said that his hand wandered up her thigh, he still wanted her, craved the feel of her. She startled him when she snapped her book shut, placed it on the nightstand, and moved to straddle him, his semi hard erection pressing against her.

“Feels like you’re up for something.” She grinned, lips ghosting his.

“I’m always up for something with you love.” His fingers tangling in her hair as he devoured that clever mouth.

“Your turn to lay there and take what I give you.” She breathed and gently rocked her hips, her slick heat coating his cock.

“You going to ride me kitten?” He asked, dusty blue eyes finding hers.

“Mmmm, eventually.” She hummed and nipped his jaw before heading south over his chest and torso to kneel between his thighs. Hands spread his hips wide until his feet were flat on the bed, her tongue tasting him as she settled in to feast. As her lips kissed over thigh and torso, her fingers grazed his package sending fireworks off in his brain, the light scrape of her nails enough to make him hiss. “You like it when I do that.” She purred and did it again to emphasize her point, the hiss turning into a growl as she licked the base of his cock. Teasing him relentlessly she built his release up, and by the time she took him into her mouth to suck on him he was ready to beg her to let him come.

“Fuck kitten you feel so good.” He groaned as he thrust up into her mouth gently, his mind scrambled by the sensation of those nails raking his balls and her mouth sucking him into oblivion. She stopped as he peaked, the low whimper of frustration making her smile as she released him with an audible pop. Crawling up his body she kissed him, tongue teasing before she climbed off him and straddled him to face his feet. Hands guided his legs down to lay flat and slightly apart. Scooting forward she took his cock in her hand and stroked him, his hands kneading her ass as she positioned him at her entrance. Taking a hold of his ankles she impaled herself on his cock slowly.

“Kitten.” He choked, arching his head back as her tightness enveloped him, fuck she felt good. Moving her hands to the mattress she pressed against his ankles for him to widen his legs stretching her hips as much as her body would allow. Her soft moan as she started to ride him causing him to grip her ass and hiss as she took him apart.

As she rode him he slipped his fingers through her wetness, those silken folds spread wide for him to play with. “Let me feel you come kitten.” He said as he stroked slick fingers around her back door. She tensed as he toyed with her puckered hole, the orgasm looming, he felt it flutter around his rigid member. As she thrust down onto him he slipped two long fingers into her ass, the sudden fullness tipping her over the edge. With a soft cry she came hard, her pussy spasming around his cock.

“Don’t stop.” She cried and rode him harder, those long digits sinking further into her ass, the push and pull filling her deliciously. “Daddy don’t stop.”

With her this tight he wasn’t going to last, his own breathing becoming ragged as he held of blowing his load. As she crested those nails raked his package, the heel of her hand on her clit. She fucked him, took everything she needed from him for her own pleasure, giving him everything of herself in return.

“Daddy.” She cried as she teetered, her rhythm becoming faster as she took them both over the edge.

“Fuck kitten.” He groaned as he came, sparks dancing in his vision. She kept the torturous pace until they were both spent. Resting where she was she forced air into her lungs, breath ragged. A grin bloomed on her face when she felt him sit up and curl over her, hands supporting her, the need to feel her close. “I love it when you fuck me.” He growled, chest still heaving and gently bit down on her shoulder before sucking it. “Your moves kitten are out of this world.”

“I love taking you.” Her hand hooked behind his neck and she turned to kiss him tenderly. “Taking what I want, but giving you everything in return.” She kissed him again.

“Keep kissing me like that and I’ll have to return the favor.” He chuckled.

“If you’re not asleep first.” She grinned, he looked tired.

Eventually untangling themselves and bathroom hygiene seen to, they snuggled warm and satisfied. He had every intention of rocking her world again, but the toll of playing in the snow all day won the battle and pulled him under.

“Sleep love.” She murmured as she felt him relax as she stroked his scalp toying with the longer scruff of hair he’d been growing out. Laying there she let her mind drift, finally having the time and space to think about their future, to actually start to lay down roots. She plunged into sleep with him a while later, thoughts of their own brood of kids in the forefront of her dreams.

The scream that tore through the night woke him from a dead sleep with a start. He looked at his sleeping goddess beside him, Sildie was still out cold and he smirked. The woman could sleep through a nuclear disaster. Lily’s cry came again through the monitor, the little lady clearly not happy about something. “I’m coming Lily bear.” He murmured as he untangled himself from Sildie and got out of bed. Pulling on some sweatpants he padded out to Lily’s bedroom, the poor girl was beyond it. “What’s wrong little lady?” He soothed as he picked her up. Snuggling her in close the sobs of dad dad muffled into his chest broke his heart. “You have a bad dream? Hmmm?” He rocked from side to side the movement soothing her a little. “Shall we get you cleaned up? Have some cuddles?”

“Dad dad dad.” She cried, the tone softer now.

“You’re fingers are all cold.” He said laying her down to change her. “You get cold little one?” Once changed he fished out a thicker set of pajamas and dressed her.

“She ok?” Sildie mumbled from the doorway as he picked Lily up and curled her in wrapping the blanket around her as well.

“I think she got a little cold.” Damn he loved the look of her like this. Sleepy and crumpled, it was sexy as sin. “Go back to bed love, I’ve got her.” He murmured as she came to him and simply wrapped her arms around him and swayed.

“I love you.” She said softly.

“I love you too. Go back to bed.” He chuckled.

“You’re sure?” She mumbled, almost asleep on her feet.

“I’m sure.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll be there in a bit.”

“Ok.”

He chuckled as she shuffled back to bed. She was so adorable like this, but knew she’d kick his ass if he told her that. “Alright little lady. Back to bed for you too.” Lily had grown heavy in his arms.

He put Lily in her crib and took two steps before she started crying again. She wasn’t having it. She wanted Gustaf and he knew deep down she wouldn’t settle again tonight without him. “All right.” He soothed as he picked her up again. “You’re all right Lily.” He sighed. “Let me get my book and you can sleep on me while I read.” It was 3 am anyway and he doubted he was getting anymore sleep tonight.

With a quietly sobbing Lily in his arms he went into their room and grabbed his book from the nightstand, being careful not to disturb Sildie.

“Come to bed love.” She mumbled.

“She won’t go down, I’ll read on the couch with her, so you can get some more sleep.” He said and she rolled over to look at him.

“Bring her in here too.” She murmured tugging the covers back. “We’ll all snuggle up.”

Tossing his book back on the nightstand he did as she asked, all three of them curling up together under the covers. Lily’s sobs eventually turned into even breaths, the tiny girl finally sleeping.

“She’s asleep.” Sildie said softly.

“I can go try to put her into her bed.” He said, his fingers drifting up and down her naked body.

“No it’s ok.” She leaned up and kissed him tenderly. “Close your eyes love. Sleep some more.” His arm stiffened and drew her closer.

“My two best girls, my family. You’re beautiful love. Every inch of you. Inside and out.” He kissed her sweetly before she snuggled in closer, the three of them eventually falling back to sleep.

The next few days passed in much the same fashion as the ones before it, minus Lily invading their bed and sleeping on Gustaf. Days of fort building and setting up for their snowball fight, building a snow family that now stood proudly beside the fort, and a Lily sized snowball fight where the boys got to be a little sillier than usual.

They’d spent the day finishing the battle ground, the snowball fight scheduled for high noon tomorrow, and we’re now snowboarding on the small slope at the rear of the cabin. While the boys learnt to snowboard, Sildie found an old sled and took Lily down a few times, the child squealing and chattering the whole time. At the bottom of the hill she got some video of the boys and smiled. “I hope you’re seeing this Quinn. How happy they are.” She chuckled as Brendan wiped out face first into the snow, coming up with a grin plastered across his face. “Don’t let Ana destroy this.” She pleaded with the universe as her eyes cut to Gustaf. Her goofy man, so much love and kindness in that sweet soul, she thought. “He’s suffered enough because of her, let it be done. Please, just let it be done so we can move on.” That gorgeous smile spread across his face, those laugh lines winking at her. “I’m so in love with you.” She whispered.

She smiled as she thought back to yesterday when they worked on the fort and then hiked back to the lake to ice skate while the weather was cooperative. The twins falling on their asses most of the time giggling and making Lily squeal, while Gustaf skated with her in his arms. Her carefree, handsome man so at peace. It calmed her soul to know she could give him this, the time and space he needed to really relax and be himself.

Laughing as Gustaf wiped out, much to the amusement of the twins, she headed inside with Lily to start lunch, the boys following a while later as a storm started to roll in. The twins sat at the table with sulky faces. “Why the long faces?” She asked setting sandwiches out.

“The storms going to ruin the fort.” Liam huffed.

“No it won’t.” Gustaf said. “It’ll make it stronger actually, fill in all the gaps.”

“What if it falls down?” Finn asked, and Gustaf could hear the disappointment.

“It’s only a small storm Finn it should be fine, if not we’ll fix it.” He shrugged.

“Oh. Can we go play in it later?” He asked.

“Not today, by the time this blows through it’ll be bed time.” He grinned. “Anyway you know what fresh snow means?” The kids shook their head. “Better snowballs.” It also provided more insulation around the igloo for him to strip his goddess naked and fuck her into oblivion, but he kept that wicked thought to himself.

With a quiet afternoon of reading and playing board games, the kids amused themselves by strategizing how they were going to get Gustaf tomorrow. Brendan looked at Sildie pleading with her not to say anything as she overheard them snickering. She hovered near the table and kept her eyes on Gustaf and Lily while she spoke.

“I won’t say anything, but just know, if you dish it out you have to be able to take what he dishes back, because you know if you gang up on him he will retaliate.” She chuckled at their grins.

“We know.” Finn giggled.

“Ok then.” Boys, she thought, will be boys, and this is exactly what they needed, the overly large boy as well. It’s one of the things Sildie adored about her lanky man, he was a big kid at heart with so much love to give.

The snowstorm eventually subsided to gentle flurries and with the kids showered they were ready to settle with hot chocolate around the fire for reading and quiet time.

While the boys showered, Gustaf ventured out to the igloo to set the scene. With a few candles lit, he lay down a few mattress pads and sleeping bags to insulate their bodies from the cold, snow packed floor. Making sure nothing was going to catch fire and adjusting the terra-cotta pot heater, he came back inside to three boys and a very fussy Lily ready for some Harry to round out the night.

“Is the fort still up?” Brendan asked.

“Yep, still standing. Thought I’d check on it now as the snow’s almost stopped falling.” He glanced at Sildie and winked before snaking an arm around her hip as she stirred the hot chocolate. “You up for a little voyeurism tonight love?” He murmured, lips ghosting the pulse at her throat as he took Lily from her.

“We’ll freeze our asses off.” She snorted.

“Totally worth it and I set up a heater in there so it should be toasty by the time we head out.” He growled, his tone saying come and play.

“Let’s get the monsters to sleep first.” She scoffed.

“Piece of cake.” He bit down on the pulse thrumming under her skin and sucked. “I’m going to make you scream kitten, all those delicious sounds I’m going to pull from you.” He purred and left her standing there stirring the hot chocolate, pussy gushing already.

As Gustaf read to them, Sildie took a shower and slipped on a base layer, she had no idea what he had planned but it was going to be near, if not below freezing out there, igloo or not. The boys said their good nights and went to bed no fuss, no complaints, Lily didn’t get the memo.

“Don’t throw a monkey wrench in my plans little lady. You had your snuggle time the other morning.” He soothed as he rocked her, Lily eventually starting to drift. “That’s my Lily bear, sleep time. More snow fun tomorrow.” He cuddled her close, no rush to be anywhere, even though his cock was saying otherwise. She needed to go to sleep and stay there for the night to be a success.

An hour later he closed Lily’s door, checked on the boys, and found Sildie in their bedroom stretched out on the bed reading. With a finger to his lips to silence her, he crooked the other one asking her to come to him. Grabbing his phone and the baby monitor, he took her hand and led her to the front door. Silently pulling their boots and coats on they slipped out to the igloo like a couple of teenagers sneaking out of the house to get up to mischief. Making their way inside, it was a much warmer environment that greeted them than the outside air. There was enough room for them to discard their boots and coats, the base layer the only thing either of them had on.

He turned to look at her, gaze devouring every inch of her. A moment later his hand disappeared into her hair, mouth savaging hers, that unbridled need to have her suddenly consuming him. Groaning into her mouth she palmed his already hardening member, the firm strokes chipping away at his control. “Fuck kitten I want to ravage every inch of you.” He growled, tongue demanding entry into her mouth to tease hers. “Make you scream those beautiful sounds.” A hand dived under her shirt, greedy for her breast, the sharp pinch to her nipple causing her to cry out and clutch at him. “Just like that.” He stripped her down to bare skin and helped her do the same for him, cock hard and ready for her. Gripping her chin he claimed her mouth slowly, savoring every bit of her even though he wanted her hard, fast, and now. “On your hands and knees kitten.” He growled. “I want to fuck that pretty mouth.”

She dropped to the floor as he rose up on his knees, erection standing proud. Her mouth watered at the sight of him, she wanted to taste him, feel him. She loved this side of him, dominating, controlled, erotically sinful.

“Open.” He purred and she obeyed. He rested the tip on her bottom lip, tongue darting out to flick over the pre come that had gathered there. With a slow, gentle thrust of his hips she sucked him in. With a hand lightly fisted in her hair he pumped his hips, the sensation of that sultry mouth around him fueling his desire for her. When he was rock hard he stopped and pulled out. Loosening his grip on her hair he guided her up to kiss her. “You always feel so good when you suck me kitten.” He murmured, lips ghosting hers. “Lay down, hips on the pillow.” He said and helped her get comfortable in the confined space.

Talented hands spread her knees and pressed her thighs open. Dipping his head down he feasted, not waiting, not gentle, he devoured her like she was his last meal. The sounds that came out of her were feral, pleasure overloading her system at every touch. Her soft cry filled the snow enclosure as she came, the release so sudden it surprised her. Kissing his way up her body he claimed her mouth, the violent shiver of need streaking through her. “Always my favorite dessert. Are you warm enough?” He asked, the last thing they needed was to get sick.

“I’m fine.” She grinned.

“Mmmm good. The night is young kitten. I’m going to wreck you so slowly.” He said wickedly. “Give me your hands.” He commanded and she complied. From a pocket of his jacket he produced the scarlet silk cord and bound her wrists to the outside of her knees.

“You came prepared.” She smirked.

“Always. Not too tight?”

“No.” She breathed, eyes fixated on her bindings and those seductive fingers securing them. The lack of blindfold was a new experience for her. Rarely did he bind her while she had her sight. Taking her knees in his hands he pushed them open and back toward her for comfort until he was ready to take her.

“Look at me.” He purred and watched as her eyes snapped to his. “I want you to watch kitten, watch what I do to you, watch when I fuck you, watch as I take you apart a piece at a time.”

Kneeling close to her he straightened and stroked his tip through her wet heat. “Fuck kitten your soaked for me.” He murmured as he rested at her entrance. That soft gasp tumbled from her lips as he tip fucked her slowly, the broad mushroom head spreading her open.

Slender fingers slipped through her silky folds, each touch igniting every nerve in her body. She didn’t know what was more erotic, watching him toy with her, or his gaze. A gaze that held so much love and absolute devotion.

“Can you see kitten?” He purred, fingers dancing over her clit. The whimper falling of its own volition as she nodded.

Grasping her ankles in each hand he held them out to the side as wide as her body would allow him to stretch them into a V and watched her eyes take in every movement. “Relax your legs and hips.” He said softly and as soon as she did he thrust in. Her body bowed back as he slid in deep, his woman writhing in ecstasy as he filled her. Not waiting for her to settle he started to plunge in and out of her tight pussy, his girth stretching her further. “Look at me.” He growled and her eyes snapped to his, ice blue as the igloo around them and so lost to him as he started to pound into her slow and deep. The symphony of sounds coming from her as he took her would have woken the kids had they been inside the cabin. Those beautiful noises that aroused him, pleasured him, stoked the raging inferno inside him and the lust he had for her. Stroking his hands down her thighs he held her tightly and fucked her, the sound of their bodies slamming together adding to their pleasure. “Come for me kitten.” He commanded and felt her body obey. It welled up inside her and burst out, a soft scream tumbling from her lips as it ripped through her. “That’s it.” He crooned as another orgasm built quickly.

He was hitting every spot, stretching her, filling her, the pleasure almost too much.

“Watch me fill you kitten.” He growled, her eyes focusing on where his cock speared into her again and again, drawing out such ecstasy.

“Daddy.” She cried, her entire body tensing.

“Let it take you kitten.” As she came he thrust in harder, enjoying the feel of her clamp down around him as he buried himself to his hilt. “So good for me.” He murmured. His hands stroked down her body as he stilled his hips, the girth of him stretching her wide.

“Daddy.” Her whimper almost snapped his self control. That one word in that tone was enough to have him draw out of her and slam himself home. Not yet though.

“Soon kitten.” He purred, fingers drifting to her breasts. Rolling the nipples between his fingers she gave into the sensations, giving up the final shred of control. As he pinched the tiny buds hard he flexed his hips, the slight movement filling her completely, the arch of her spine offering herself to him. His cock throbbed inside her, all that wet heat clenching at him, she felt incredible. With each flex of his hips he built her release, it surged up from deep within her.

“Daddy, please.” Her whimper turned to a moan as he filled her again, the borderline painful pinch of her nipples sending a shot of pleasure to her clit.

“Let it come kitten.” He growled, patience was key he thought, but his own self control was crumbling. “Let it claim you.” He felt her body tense so tightly he thought she’d snap something, before a scream tore out of her as she came. Gripping a breast in each hand he pulled out and thrust in hard and deep, hitting every spot inside her until he bottomed out. Relentlessly he took her, pounded into her until one orgasm became another and a symphony tumbled from her lips. After her fourth he slowed to let her catch her breath, the gentle movement as erotic as what he’d just done to her. “Look at me.” He murmured, the soft command all she needed to obey. “Do you want more kitten?”

“Please daddy.” She whimpered, she wanted to feel him, have him devour her, fuck her senseless.

“So good for me. Roll over.” He said drawing out of her gently and helping her roll to her knees, chest bowed to the floor, head to the side.

Keeping her knees together he stroked those long digits over her folds, toying with her. He let his hands roam her body, more to check she was warm than to arouse her. That soft gasp turned into a moan as he slipped inside her, the tightness of her like this nearly making him come. Circling a hand on her ass cheek he was so tempted to spank her. “You’re going to find out what this means one day kitten.” He said as his hand circled.

“Yes daddy.” She whimpered, and he groaned at her answer, that endearment had his cock twitching in response.

“One day soon kitten.” He murmured.

“Please daddy.” She begged. She wanted it, oh, she wanted him to spank her right here and now.

“Kitten you are so good to me, but that’s not on tonight’s agenda. I have special plans for when I spank you the first time.” He purred as he snapped his hips and slid into her deeply.

With each thrust and flex of his hips, the tightness caused them both to grunt and groan, the ecstasy almost too much to handle. Taking her hip in his hand he pistoned his, watching her beautiful body take him in with each brutal stroke.

“Fuck kitten, I love taking you like this.” He growled as her pussy tightened around him and he increased his pace. Fucking her deep he took hold of the other hip and let his primal urge surface. Once he found his rhythm she was coming over and over again, her screams closer together and louder. His goddess in the throes of being fucked was a beautiful sight.

“I want to feel you daddy.” She whimpered and pushed back. “Please.” She begged, it was maddening what he was doing to her, making her feel and she couldn’t get enough of him.

“Greedy little kitten.” He teased, as his thumb slick with her wet heat pressed against her back door. “You want it all don’t you?”

“Please daddy, please.” Her gasp turned to a groan as he slipped his thumb inside. That groan turned to a scream as he thrust cock and thumb into her in a devastating rhythm.

“Such a beautiful sound when you come.” He purred and took her over for three more just like it. “Rock back, take me deep.” He commanded and felt all control slipping away when she did as instructed. ���Fuck kitten just like that.” He took her hard, the rough brutal fuck of the primal beast that had surfaced pleasuring them both beyond conscious thought. She bounced on him as his hips drove his cock into her until he bottomed out, her thoughts non existent, brain completely turned to goo.

“Daddy.” She screamed. “Daddy please.” He gripped her hip painfully hard and pulled her on and off him as he fucked her, the scream a long wail as she came. She was sure she blacked out and maybe saw a few planets amongst the stars that were exploding in front of her eyes as her climax shattered her. His hand snaked around to finger her clit and she came again catching her off guard. Gripping her hip he rode her, taking what he wanted, the beast roaring from within him as he filled her with his seed. He took her, took them both, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with their groans and cries as they prolonged the pleasure for each other. Leaning over, he pressed his chest to her spine mainly for reassurance, and kissed the nape of her neck before nipping it.

“Lay down I’m not done with you yet kitten.” He growled and pulled out of her slowly. Helping her lay flat on her side, he rolled her to her back. Kissing her tenderly he looked at her flushed face in the candlelight, stunning, so beautiful with the burnished copper hall fanned out across the sleeping bags. He nipped at her throat, the trail leading him to hardened nipples. Biting down gently he sucked on them, hands cupping her breasts to feel them, fondle them. Those soft sounds urging him on, to take whatever he wanted. Kneeling between her thighs he bent and wrapped her legs around his neck, knees resting on his shoulders and feasted. Supporting her spine with his hand he lifted her so she was resting on her shoulders, thumb circling her back door and inching inside.

It was too much sensation, she came instantly, the soft mewling and frantic hands pulling on her bindings telling him she was all his, completely at his mercy, and totally beyond all comprehension. He added three fingers into her pussy, a groan at the sudden fullness turned into a cry as she came again. Fingers and tongue busy, he wrecked her, building her up and tipping her over until she was an incoherent mess.

“Last one kitten. Then I’ll take you inside and take you some more.” He murmured against her clit. He took her hard, unrelenting and she screamed as she climaxed, fuck he loved that sound. Lowering her to the ground he covered her with his body and nuzzled her neck.

“I don’t think I can move.” She mumbled, surprised she could string a coherent sentence together.

“Take a moment.” His amusement thick in his voice.

“I think I’m gonna need several moments. I guess I can cross igloo sex off my bucket list.” She laughed. She’d never felt this relaxed.

“Told you it’d be fun.”

“It’s not as cold now.”

“Because we heated it up.” His grin playful. “You’re beautiful.” He said honestly. “So beautiful.”

“Only to you love.” Her kiss was nothing short of sinful.

“You can’t kiss me like that after what I just did to you.” He said indignantly. Her giggle made his cock twitch, wickedness.

He sat back on his knees and released her bonds, the gentle kiss to her wrists always giving her that warm and fuzzy feeling. The tenderness from him was astounding and nothing short of mind blowing to her.

“Come on, let’s get dressed before we catch a chill now we’ve stopped fucking each other’s brains out.” She grinned.

“Good point.” He kissed her tenderly. “I love you Sildie.”

“And I love you sweet man.”

They helped each other dress in between stolen kisses and urgent hands. He felt like a randy teenager full of hormones. Carting the bedding back inside, he listened as he opened the front door, the cabin still quiet, all tiny humans were asleep in their beds where they should be.

Gustaf tidied up the igloo while Sildie checked on the kids before visiting the bathroom and curling up in bed to wait for him.

She was dozing by the time he lay beside her. “You ok love?”

“I’m ok.” She sighed, still floating on the sea of bliss he’d inflicted on her. “So relaxed.” She said half asleep and he chuckled. “I can’t move.”

“Drink some water.” He said as she managed to roll over and face him. He steadied the glass as she drank, a sly smile tugging his lips. Draining what was left in the glass he placed it on the nightstand and climbed in under the covers, those soft curves calling to him. “You’re almost asleep.” He chuckled and all he got was a grunt of acceptance.

“Iloveyou.” She mumbled, already drifting.

“I love you too. Snuggle in. Sleep now.” He cocooned her against his body, long limbs holding her close.

No sooner had he tucked her in against him, she was out cold. “Night kitten.” He purred and followed her into a dreamless sleep with a grin plaster across his face.

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[allisonxmoynihan]

For blurb night! Can you do one where you and Trevor are hanging out with the guys he gets super jealous because you're giving more attention to jack then him.

Thank you so much for your endless support, I hope you enjoy!

Trevor was the type of guy that loved showing you off to anyone who would listen to him ramble on and on and on about how amazing, beautiful, and talented you were. And he was ecstatic that you got along so well with his teammates. 

The two of you found yourselves at a local diner with Jack and Alex, after catching a movie at the drive in theater. The hot, sticky summer air made you all crave milkshakes and Alex had mentioned the perfect place: Daisy’s Diner. 

Trevor and Alex were just joking around, picking at the plate of nachos you all got to share.

“Bro, what d’ya think?” Alex asks, shoving his phone towards Trevor.

Trevor laughs, “bro, dude, go for it,”

Alex continues shoving his phone towards Trevor who continues to tell him to shoot his shot.

Meanwhile, you and Jack are talking about random things.

“Okay, okay, so you think Betty Crocker is the best?” you ask, taking a sip of your milkshake

Jack laughs, “Who else is there?”

You’re taken aback, “I swear, my grandma makes better cake than Betty Crocker ever could.”

Shortly after Jack is scrolling through the camera roll of his phone and sharing the stories of each photo, “oh, yeah, Quinn lost a bet we had so he had to dress up like a fairy princess and go to the grocery store,” you laugh, laying your hand on top of Jack’s arm, who doesn’t squirm at the touch.

“y/n, can i try that milkshake?” Jack asks as he takes the glass from you anyway and takes a sip, before returning to showing you pictures. 

You feel a pair of eyes watching you, and you turn to see your boyfriend who has a cold glare that’s been redirected to his blonde best friend.

You poke Trev’s cheek, who turns to look at you, “we should get going, it’s pretty late” he says, his face still distant. 

“Trev, it’s only 11”

He stands up, stretching his arms up above him, still glaring at Jack who’s oblivious to it and is now eating some nachos.

You smile, catching on to the fact that your boyfriend was jealous of the attention you were giving jack, “baby, c’mon, please can we just stay?”

Trevor looks down at your puppy dog eyes, his face softening as he sits back down, “fine,”

Jack laughs, “What the hell z, mama zegras need you home early tonight or what? y/n, here’s the picture from draft night I was telling you about,”

You take Jack’s phone to see the picture of him beaming up on the stage, his hand stretched out towards the crowd. Trevor takes the phone from you, “Babe, look, so this guy is the commissioner and here’s the general manager, obviously that’s jack…” Trevor trails on, his one hand settling on your thigh.

Alex stifles back a laugh and glances over at Jack, who’s also laughing at Trevor’s dramatic change in behavior, “Hey Jack, don’t talk to y/n anymore, z might have a stroke” alex jokes,

Jack laughs, throwing his head back and taking back his phone, as Trevor sits there with a blank stare, pulling you closer to his side, “I will not. I don’t care if they’re friends,”

You press a kiss to Trevor’s cheek, “baby I love you, but we all know you cared just a teeny bit about it.”

“I do not,” Trevor insists, which of course has the remaining three of you laughing.

“Whatever you say man, whatever you say.”

[h0esvck]

Request : Halloween sex? Thank you

It's not Halloween but who gives a fuck, I wanna dress up in cute slutty outfits rn lemme be

Namjoon

You had decided on the outfits for Namjoon and you to wear to the idol Halloween party tonight. When he was handed a wolf outfit (which even had a collar) he got an idea of what the couples costume was about, but nothing could've prepared him for how sexy and cute you looked when you came out of the bathroom. And just like how oblivious and innocent Little Red Riding Hood was, so were you to the way Namjoon was hungrily staring at you, practically licking his lips at the sight of you. "Ready to go?" You asked with an innocent smile as you grabbed your bag of things. "Yes, I'm ready," he said subtly implying he was more than ready to fuck the living hell out of you.

You hum as you drive to the party before walking inside hanging off Namjoon's arm, your big bad wolf who would do anything to protect you rathed than hurt you. You showed off your outfits with a cute smile that could melt anyone's heart. And it truly did melt Namjoon's but at the end of the night Namjoon was still a man, and he still desired to have you, naked and trembling beneath him as he makes you cum so hard around his cock. So that's what he did. As soon as you got home he was upon you like a wolf and it's prey. Ironic considering your outfits. He started with pinning you down on his big bed, and forwarding your legs, laying them over his shoulders as he ate you out until you came. You were still moaning and twitchy from the pleasure of your orgasm when he began to fuck you into the mattress while still wearing his collar. "O-oh god," your back arched and you clenched around him, panting heavily and whining his name as he fucked you so good, hitting all the perfect spots to make you cum again. "God, Namjoon youre gonna makd me cum-!" Your back arches and he leans down and kisses you, fucking you harder and deeper to make you whimper and scream in pleasure. You cum again and Namjoon pulls out before turning you on your belly and fucking you from behind whispering dirty things in your ear. "Is this what you imagined when picking out our outfits? Big bad wolf corners you in his bed and fucks you silly?" He goes faster and you cry out, your pussy sensitive from cumming twice. "Bad girl, such a bad girl, gonna eat you all up," he smacks your ass making your head jerk.

You cum another two times before he's satisfied and cums as well. Your pussy was definitely sore after that, but you didn't give a single fuck.

Seokjin

Seokjin grins as he fixes his collar in the mirror, he has the fake fangs in and blood running down his chin. His hair is styled up and he has contacts in that make his eyes shimmer red in the perfect lighting. He looks absolutely dashing in his medieval vampire costume, it fits him so well and he knows it. He continues to stare at himself into the mirror as he calls your name to come out in your outfit he chose as well. "(Y/N)!~" he calls. "The party starts soon, and I'd like to meet up with the boys early for photos so I can show off my girlfriend to them," he is subtly asking you to hurry up in the bathroom. You smile as you hear him, youre applying vibrant red lipstick as you speak. "Almost done dear~" you finish your make up and you open the door to see Jin checking himself out. You snicker and walk up behind him, hugging him from behind. "Mmm, you look good, " he turns and looks at you before his eyes widen. "And you look," he takes your waist in his hand. "You look even better."

"Is that so?" You raise a brow with a giggle and he smiles. "I'd rather show you than tell you how amazing you look," he leans down and kisses your lip, getting some of the fake blood on your chin. You also had two fake puncture wounds in your neck with blood dripping out for where Jin had bitten you.

He grabs your waist with both hands and turns you to slam you up against the lifesize mirror. "I'll have you dripping with more than blood," he said before kissing you, fondling your breasts and making you moan. He doesn't even take off your clothes, he pushes your skirt up and he and slides your panties to the side where he slides in and fucks you. "O-oh Jin," you whimper and bite you lip as he fucks you against the mirror. You hold onto his wide shoulders for dear life as he fucks you at speeds that felt inhuman, god you were gonna cum so fucking hard. You were so wet and dripping just like Jin had predicted. Maybe something about Jin being a vampire made sense, he never seemed to age and he was just sexy as fuck. Oh fuck, imagining Seokjin as a vampire had your toes curling as you came.

He pulled out and came as well, panting and kissing you with a smile. He checked his watch and his eyes widened, "shit we're gonna be late!" You two hurry to put yourselves back together before meeting up with the others boys, except it's more than obvious what had happened before you showed up. You two subtly get teased about it the whole night.

Yoongi

Yoongi looks at his mint green hair and he chuckles. "You really like the mint don't you?" You smile and nod as you look at your hair in pigtails with the ends dipped in pink and blue dye making them perfect for your costumes. You were the Joker and Harley Quinn and you bith looked amazing. Yoongi even let you put the temporary tattoo's of the jokers on him, it was so so sexy. "Come on let's go," he grabs his leather jacket but you just giggle and push him back onto the couch. "Tha party can wait for us." You wink and he raises a brow a small knowing grin on his face. "Oh is that so?"

You end up in his lap, your shorts off and stockings still on (a hole in the crotch though) bouncing on his cock. "You're my little slut aren't you?" He chuckles gripping your hips tighter and you moan. "All yours puddin'!" You wink and hips jerk as you get close. "G-gonna cum," you say and Yoongi recahes between your legs to rub your throbbing clit until you come undone on his lap. You pant and rest your head on his chest after he pulls out and cums as well. "We should go now," you say, your make up being messed up not a big deal when Harley's make up is always messed up anyways.

Hoseok

Hoseok doesn't get to see you until he shows up at the party. He had to come late because he was busy, but when he came and found you laning against the hood of a car looking all sexy as you talk to some of his friends he was definitely turned on. "Well fuck," he mumbles and walks over, his pants seeming just a bit tighter than they were before.

You spot him and smile. "Hoseok!" You get up and kiss him sweetly. "You look, hot baby," you promise and he chuckles shamelessly putting his hand on your ass, "I could say the same for you," he winks and you swat his hand away playfully before going to get you both drinks. Later during the party, Hoseok has you in the bathroom, making out with you furiously as he gropes you all over through your sexy clothes. "Goodness fuck baby," he grinds against you and you bite your lip to muffle a moan. "Need this off, NOW" he says and you nod pulling down the zipper all the way down to your crotch where he sees you in a thong. "Oh fuck (Y/N) I'm gonna cum in my pants if you get any hotter," he pushes your clothes down and he bends you over the sink and begisn to fuck you over it. You had to bite your hand to muffle your noises of pleasure as Hoseok grunted behind you, fucking your tight little hole so good you were dripping down your thighs. Hoseok pulls out and cums on your ass before kneeling down and eating you out until you cum, squirming and moaning his name as your legs shake from pleasure. "Good girl," he smacks your ass and helps you wipe his cum off of yourself before fixing your outfit and going back out to party. Only the other members were close enough to Hoseok to know he had just fucked his girlfriend. They could see it in the way his skin glowed, haply cocky macho man. You went home and fucked again after the party.

Jimin

You and Jimin had decided to show up at the Halloween party as Eric and Ariel. You were so cute together, Jimin with his bouncy black hair and you in your pretty shimmery mermaid tail skirt and cute purple seashell bra. Little did you know your cute outfit was driving Jimin insane. It just reminded Jimin of how much he loved you and your body and how much he wanted to appreciate it. But you were having so much fun talking to the other girls and giggling about god knows what, so he controlled himself for the duration of the party. He hangs out with the boys, has a few drinks and snacks, and when the party is over you two go home. You're tired and want to go to sleep, except you aren't given the chance when Jimin is all over you kissing you in the hallway to the bedroom and groping you like this would be his last chance to ever touch you. "J-Jimin!" You yelp when he hikes up your skirt before you can even get in the bedroom and his hand is between your lets, caressing you through you panties and making you shiver.

"Good god baby you looked so good tonight, I had to control myself from taking you right then and there in front of everyone like a wild animal." He kisses you again. "Fuck, you're in for a sleepless night," he says and you whimper and nod spreading your legs more when he brushes over your clit. "Don't- don't wanna sleep when I can be with you" he looks at you, still for a moment before pushing you into his room and onto hie bed where he kneels and begins to eat you out like the princess you are, giving you everything you deserve and more. Park Jimin was damn thirsty that night and only you could quench his thirst. So you did.

Taehyung

Taehyung is absolutely in LOVE with these outfits for the party, in fact, he loves them so much he asked everyone's opinions on them while you were there. It made you embarrassed but you had to admit the outfits were really cute. You were dressed up as Emily and Victor from Tim Burton's Corpse Bride. You both looked cute but you had worn a blue gem plug tonight and it was making you hornier with every step. You tried getting Taehyung's attention a few times but he was so busy with the members you gave up. You'd wait till you got home.

When you did get home you did a dramatic lazy stretch and began taking off your dress in front of Taehyung. "I've been so hot the whole night," you toss your bra aside and then begin to push down your panties which makes Taehyung's eyes widen. "And this darn plug," you kick your panties to the side, completely naked now. "It's been bothering me all night," you bend over in front of him a bit and pull your cheek aside for him to see the pretty blue gem plug. Taehyubg swallows, mouth dry and dick hard in his pants. "If only there was someone to help with it," you stand back up and look at him before smiling. "What?" You ask and he swallows again. "I-I can help," he says and you hum. "Can you? You've been ignoring me all night..." You pout and he lightly glares before pulling your hips forward so you're standing in front of him, hips level with his face making you blush because you're naked. "That was obviously a mistake," he grabs a cheek in both hands, spreading them apart making you gasp. "Now get on the bed, ass up because I wanna see your pretty plug as I fuck you from behind." You blush and nod before leaning down and kissing him before doing as he said. Oh and he did fuck you from behind. Fast and hard and making you cum so hard... Three times.

Jungkook

Jungkook had chosen the outfits since you really didn't wanna be an overwatch character for him so this was the next best thing. It was cute and badass and sexy and you got to ogle your boyfriend's abs all night long. It was a win for you and your uh, sexual fantasies.

Thankful those fantasies of Jungkook taking you and fucking the hell out of you didn't have to stay fantasies long. Jungkook had been ogling you the whole duration of the party as well. So when he cornered you in the hallway and pulled you into the closet, making out with you heavily it was like a dream come true.

"God, you look so fucking hot tonight," he pulls your bra down exposing your breasts and he leans down and kisses and gropes them, sucking your nipples and making you sigh and moan. "I could say the same for you," you say breathlessly as you undo the buttons on his pants. "I can't tell you how many times I imagined you fucking me tonight," you whispered and he groaned, "oh fuck," he quickly yanks down your pants and your underwear with it. He picks you up by your thighs and he wastes no time thrusting into you. You moan loudly and he muffles your moans by kissing you. "We're so perfect for each other," you giggle and he smiles before kissing you again and thrusting fast and hard into you. "So hot baby, so hot and wet for me," he makes you whimper with his words. "That this poor neglected pussy been clenching and throbbing, thinking about my cock all night? Hmm baby girl?" He thrusts hard and your back arches. "Yes-! Yes!" You moan and your toes curl in your boots. "Good, because my cock has been missing your pussy all night,"

You fuck in the closet and afterwards you two are so giggly and acting almost drunk you're high off the pleasure of having sex in public and successfully getting away with it. Neither of you noticed the scratches down Jungkook's back, but everyone else did.

A week later Jungkook gets a letter from BigHit telling him to please refrain from doing such things in the BigHit building. You both want to crawl in a hole from embarrassment.

Masterlist ⛥彡

Hyung's outfits

Maknae's outfits

[dead-by-deathslinger]

Something for a reader who spends too much time in their workshop but also has starting arthritis and Caleb has to regularly drag them away so they'd give the joints in their hands a rest?

I HAVE RISEN FROM THE GRAVE! But on a more serious note, I apologize, one, for my absence from posting, haven’t really had my laptop nor inspo. to write and two, my uncle passed away yesterday so I apologize if I’m gone more than usual, just a lotta stuff happenin’ in m’life at the moment. But thank you guys for continuing to be amazing and liking and re-blogging stuff. Ya’ll’re great- ANYWAY- Back to our regularly scheduled yeehaw time-

Caleb Quinn (The Deathslinger) x Reader (More of a Drabble honestly ^^;) || Work Can Wait

“Darlin’...” Your quiet workspace at the Saloon’s bar is interrupted yet again as you keep your eyes glued to your work this time. “Busy right now.” You mutter, trying to fix up a once excellent working flashlight, that had started to lose its flair after it being used so much. Caleb folds his arms as he leans against the bar, facing you. “What’d I tell you about workin’ after such a short break?” Caleb raises a brow. You quietly groan, setting your tools aside as you give him a very unamused look.

 “You never listen to me when I tell you to take a longer break than the few minuets that you do.” You huff, going to get back to work. You wince slightly as a sharp pain shot through your left hand, causing you to wince slightly, hoping that Caleb didn’t see but...of course with your luck that wouldn’t be the case. “Well I don’t exactly get pains in m’hands all the time, darlin’.” He defends, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. “If you think that trying to melt my heart with all the affection in the world from Caleb Quinn will make me stop your dead wrong cowboy.” You smirk at your comment to him, biting the inside of your cheek at the pain. You had to get this flashlight fixed wither you liked it or not. “I could always fix it fer ya later.” He coos, placing a gentle kiss to your neck...but you refrain on giving in. You shook your head, “I’ve got it just fine, love.” You assure him.

“Well I’m sure you’ll have it just fine and fixed up after a nice break.” He mutters before picking you up from your seat. You squirm but his grip doesn’t let up as he throws you over his shoulder. You can’t help but find yourself giggling as you kick and punch at his back. “Put me down!” You squeal, playing along with him but also wanting to get back to work. You’d keep tinkering even if it meant you’d have major hand problems to come later on. “Can’t hear ya over the sounds of the comfortable bed upstairs callin’ yer name.” He teases, making his way upstairs. You eventually stop fighting against the current, allowing him to set you onto the bed. You huff as you melt into the comfort of the sheets...maybe a quick little break wouldn’t be so bad for a few. Caleb sets aside his hat, kicking off his boots as he shortly lay beside you in bed, wrapping his arms around you once more. “I’m gonna make sure you stay here till I say its alright ta get back ta workin’ on that dumb thing.” He assures, running a hand through your hair. You shook your head..”Yeah..yeah, whatever..” You grumble, letting yourself fall into the comfort of your lover. 

“You could fall asleep too y’know.” You coo. Caleb had had a long day of trails as well so you weren’t exactly wrong. Nor were you entirely trying to get him to not worry about you so you could get back to your work downstairs. “Nice try sunshine but I’m wide awake right about now.” He chuckles softly, placing a kiss to your forehead, “Nice try though.” He admits, carefully grabbing one of your hands as he began to carefully massage it. Gently squishing your palm and in between your fingers and such. You feel your eyes close for a moment, the pain being relaxed by each touch from him. A small smile slips on your face as you fell further into sleepiness. “I ain’t....goin’ to sleep Caleb...” You sleepily slur as you feel your eyes get heavier by the minute. You feel a kiss to the top of your hand and your other shortly being massaged as well. “That’s fine, just need ya to relax for a little while, sweetheart.” Another kiss is placed to the top of your hand as your shortly pulled into his embrace again...Before you knew it, you had quickly fallen asleep.