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blackkatdraws2 · 1 day ago

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[Toon x Mobster] Chapter 6: Giving A Call

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Jack felt his body being lightly shook back and forth. He slowly came to consciousness and took a groggy glance at the scarred hand that held his shoulder. His head slowly tilted upwards and he was greeted with the glare of a very displeased Grim man.

“Give me your phone.”

A ROBBERY?!

“I need to call someone.”

Oh.

Startled and half-awake, Jack’s hands scrambled down to his pockets and he clumsily grabbed his old flip phone, almost dropping it on the ground before he held it up to the other man. Gavriel pulled back and took it from his hands, clicking the power button and waiting for it to turn on.

A beat of silence.

…

Jack awkwardly stared up at the other man as he started repeatedly pressing the power button, the Toon’s expression starting to get nervous as he noticed the Grim man seemed to be having some technical difficulties with the unresponsive thing.

“It’s dead,” Gavriel stated simply and handed the phone back to Jack, disgruntled.

“Um.” Jack politely took the phone from him and also began pressing the power button, giving his attempt to turn it on before realizing something. “Nuts, I almost forgot! This thing is broken!”

He would've bought a new one yesterday if it weren't for that darn rain pouring down on him just as he left work… and also the Grim man he had to drag back home. By the time he got back to his apartment, he'd completely forgotten. Plenty of other things he had to worry about.

Jack pocketed the flip phone and tilted his face away from the pressure of Gavriel’s piercing gaze, scratching his chin as he began thinking for a solution. “Well… There’s a telephone booth outside. I guess you could try that?”

The man paused, contemplating. The possibility of there being CCTVs here was still far from being eliminated. What’s being exposed outside of the apartment once more? Hiding wouldn’t do him anything.

“Take me there,” Gavriel ordered, his dour voice giving Jack no room to say no.

The Toon sputtered, unable to help himself from sitting up in his chair. “Woah, now!” He turned his face again to look back at the other man, who was still glaring down at him, but Jack’s nervous expression came from a place of concern this time. “You shouldn’t go outside in that condition, sir!”

“I’m gonna call for a ride, it won’t take long,” The Grim specified, and Jack wavered slightly.

The thought of having this dubious looking man out of his house was certainly very tempting. He currently wouldn’t know what to say to anyone if they questioned him about who he was or why he was housing this stranger in his apartment. Jack wasn’t exactly a liar, much less a good one.

He eventually snapped out of his thoughts. The Grim man stayed surprisingly patient throughout his musing. Feeling less pressure and given ample time to think, Jack finally succumbed and sighed, “oh, alright. Just gimme a sec.” He stood up and started his walk towards his bedroom.

With the Toon out of sight, Gavriel let himself wince and clutched his abdomen, still feeling the wounds pulsing with pain from the exertion of his body. He gritted his teeth and bore with it. He’d have plenty of time to rest when he got back home.

Hearing footsteps reapproach, Gavriel smoothly went back to normal, a swift mask of his pained expression with a look of gloomy indifference. Jack walked back out wearing a jacket and carrying a knitted wool scarf.

“It’s cold outside. It ain’t much but take it.” He extended his hand out towards the Grim man, offering the scarf.

Jack failed to notice the careful analytical gaze Gavriel gave him for a moment before the man took it and wrapped it around his neck, just wanting the Toon to hurry up already.

They walked to the front door and exited. The Toon shivered from the chill and Gavriel barely gave a flinch. Despite it already being past 6, barely anyone was out this morning. Coming from a rather quiet area, not many started their days early here. A jogger passed by the road and a small restaurant owner nearby opened their rolling shutters.

The walk down was silent, both too tired and cold for a conversation.

Jack’s heart thumped loudly as he took nervous glances at every hallway they came across like a guilty man who’d just done something wrong. He was desperately hoping not to bump into anybody in the apartment building.

It was mostly just the anxiety getting into his head, no thanks to the poor events prior. Still, he wouldn’t know how to explain himself if his neighbors asked who the Grim beside him was. He wasn’t exactly a very good liar.

Fortunately, they didn’t encounter anyone, and they got out just fine. They reached the telephone booth just by the road. Jack paid for the fee and waited outside the booth to give the Grim his privacy.

Gavriel had one particular person in mind. His fingers smoothly glided through the buttons as he inputted a number to give a call.

Ring… Ring… Ring…

Gavriel waited for his recipient to pick up.

Click.

It was silent on the other end. One would’ve mistaken the call to not have gone through if it weren’t for the barely audible sound of somebody breathing.

Already anticipating this response, he switched to his dialect. “Morning, you grasshopper muncher.”

Without missing a beat, the other replied. “What’s up, four eyes?” Reciprocating the name calling immediately.

The tension in Gavriel’s shoulders relaxed a bit after hearing the familiar voice.

Conversations were always much safer done in person, where the risk of being recorded or spied on were more detectable. Unfortunately, Gavriel didn’t have that kind of luxury at the moment.

“Ran into some complications,” he said simply. “Mind if I borrow you for a bit?”

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Outside the telephone booth, the sky had turned back to gray.

Jack slowly blinked one eye then the other. The cold air surrounded him, making the cogs of his brain feel like it was slowing down in real time. He wanted nothing more than to go back inside his warm apartment and fall back asleep.

Starting to drowse off again, his head slowly tilted forward before he snapped out of it, jolting back and wiping away the drool on his mouth.

BEEP! BEEP!

A taxi pulled up not too far away.

“GET OUT!” From within came a furious roar, and the door slammed open with a bang.

A drunken middle aged business man with a beer belly was kicked out of the car. He rolled around with a comedic tumble before stopping, flopping onto the ground face first. “AND STAY OUT!” The driver shut the door before driving away.

The middle aged man looked well groomed and wore an expensive suit, but his intoxication made him look like quite a fool. Completely wasted, the middle aged man staggered to even stand up. “Darn- hic! You darn nincompoop! You’re fired! Fired, I tell you!” He cursed at the taxi in the distance, waving his arms up in the air indignantly.

Then he spots the telephone booth at the side and begins to walk his way towards Jack’s direction, swaying left and right like he was about to fall over on his own two feet. “I oughta give my buddy a call and- hic! Gimme a ride…” His words slurred, hands grabbing on to the telephone booth door to steady himself and get it open.

Seeing the middle aged man trying to enter the telephone booth, Jack sputters in surprise before briskly walking over to grab his shoulder, trying to stop him. “Oh, sir! The booth’s occupied!“

“Bah! Hic!” The man simply slapped his hand away and waved at him dismissively, even having the self-assurance to be the one to get furious. “I’ll just tell ‘em to get out!”

With liquor fueling his nerves, he used all his strength to slam the door open and yelled at the person inside.

“HEY! BEAT IT!”

The middle aged man paused when he saw a person’s broad back turned away from him.

As the middle aged man’s head tilted upwards, the person turned his body at him and he was greeted by the intense stare of a very vexed Grim, scowling down at him with a nerve popping out from the side of his forehead, his prominent scars making him look absolutely fierce.

“Huh?!” The scarred Grim snapped, his words coming out as a guttural growl in his fury.

“HIC?!”

The middle aged man sobered up immediately, wide eyes bulging as he stared at the scary man glowering at him.

Breaking into a cold sweat, his head worked fast to try and correct his mistake. “S- sorry there, boss! I didn’t see you inside!” He shifted into a more respectful tone, even calling Gavriel his boss to try and appease the man by putting him on a higher pedestal as himself.

It was obvious from his appearance that he was quite the respectable man from whatever business it was he worked for. A nepotistic heir as the others called it, but he prefers the term “blessed.” Anyone would feel flattered by a man in his position acting obsequiously towards them, right?

Unfortunately for him, Gavriel could not care less.

The angry vein on the side of Gavriel’s forehead became more prominent as anger coursed through his system.

Who the hell was this random? Does he have a death sentence?

Gritting his teeth and holding back his fury, Gavriel spoke in a repressed voice. “Get. Out.”

It didn’t take the middle aged man another second to bolt away, a pile of dust with the outline of his shape leaving in his wake as his drunken demeanor seemingly disappeared completely, running away as fast as his legs could take him.

Jack grunted when he was bumped into. The middle aged man hit his shoulder by accident but didn’t stop to apologize for it, only focused on running away from the Grim like he was being chased by him! He ran off to the distance, screaming for his life!

Jack exasperatedly raised his arms in the air, disbelieving at the man’s shamelessness.

Behind him, the Grim called out. “Hey.”

Jack turned to look back at the scarred man. Gavriel asked, “Tell me the full address of this place.”

Assuming it was probably for whoever was gonna pick him up, he answered, “xxx Cartoon Crescent, Apt. xxx, Shady Flats, Cel-City, TS xxxxx.”

Gavriel goes back on the phone and repeats what the Toon told him. The person on the other line hums. “We rarely have business with the Toons, if ever. It’s gonna take a while for my guys to get there.”

But not for them. There were unspoken words at the end of their sentence, ones that Gavriel could roughly guess from years of knowing the other person. He sighed. Gavriel knew for a fact that they didn't have the legal papers to enter since they seldom left their home genre, but they’d probably find a way to get in without one anyway.

What a fool.

“Thanks.”

“Before you give your thanks, listen to me for a bit.”

Jack from outside watched him. He didn’t know what they were talking about, but he saw Gavriel making a troubled look the longer he listened to the person on the other end.

After a few more back and forth, Gavriel hung up with a frown as he thought.

That day hadn’t been a simple act of terrorism that they’d accidentally been involved in. The look in the eyes of those people weren’t normal.

Urban areas bustling with people always cultivated corruption in one way or another, so the gang of Toons wasn’t what he was surprised about.

He was more so questioning why they decided to ambush him and his accompanying men in the first place. It didn’t look like they were focused on attacking anybody else. The civilians hurt were just collateral damage.

Gavriel knew his branch had never once interacted with any Toon syndicates. So what caused the incident that day?

He had speculations, though none of them made much sense after adding a bit of reason.

One thing was for certain. Disrespecting a Guktav branch heir like Gavriel and almost getting him killed was no different from being condemned on a death row. The severed head of the catalyst will be the only thing that’ll end what follows afterwards.

Jack saw the Grim open the door and walk out. “So what did they say?” The Toon asked, a bit anxious to hear for more details.

Gavriel stopped in front of him with a deadpan look on his face. “I’m gonna be staying with you for a bit.”

The hopeful expression in Jack’s face dropped. Similarly, Gavriel didn’t look particularly happy about it either.

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In the foreign lands of the Grimwoods City, deep in a vast land of tall dark trees and prowling wild life was an old manor, standing tall and proud under the solemn moonlight of the night.

Despite the vines that clung to the gaps of its exterior, it didn’t look the least bit withered away. The crawling growth only added to the manors forbidding appearance, like sound proof of its existence withstanding the hold of time and nature.

Inside, everything was clean and very well maintained. The floors were polished to a reflective sheen, as well as the silvers and golds that decorated the walls and ceilings. Furnitures, items, and jewelries looked as luxurious and new as they’ve always been in the past.

The lights hadn’t flickered, yet darkness expanded in a hallway within the manor.

Crickets stopped chirping, the fluttering leaves slowed down to a halt, and nocturnal animals twitched in vigilance. Not even the wind dared to stir.

Like a chain reaction, everything had turned silent.

Footsteps approached from somewhere. A person walked in the darkness, their movements appearing a bit strange as the silhouette of their long black coat swayed with each step.

A cheap feature phone sat loosely in their grasp, its dimly lit screen glowing faintly before slipping from their fingers. The device fell, but before it could hit the floor, it disappeared, swallowed whole by the abyss that pooled beneath them.

"Cel City..." the figure murmured.

The darkness grew denser, more unnatural as it slowly overtook the entire hallway, appearing to swallow everything whole. Yet strangely enough, it did not consume the figure.

It came from them.

Their well polished shoe clacked on the floor, its sound amplified by the hall of the manor. As they stopped, the void turned still.

In the stretch of silence, a single order was uttered.

"Find him."

Silently, the shadow expanded, painting the entire corridor pitch black.

Then in a split second, it was gone.

The chirping of crickets resumed, animals returned to their endeavors, and a soft breeze blew through the leaves of tall trees and blades of grass.

The lights turned visible once again, casting a calm glow in the hallway like nothing happened.

Previously // Next - (chapter list) / (AO3 ver) Special thanks to @demonicrhythms for proofreading this chapter.

#txm #toon x mobster #jack desmond #gavriel huffman #oc #ocs #original character #original characters #original character art #oc art #my drawing museum

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ddejavvu · 19 hours ago

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no cause now I'm thinking about Garcia freaking out when Spencer comes to work with a smartphone and asking him what made him finally get one after years of her asking him too and Spence just going bright red and stammering trying to think of a reason that isn't related to your nudes 🤭

part 1

Spencer's text tone is what gives him away, because he's not interested enough in the device to use it for anything other than necessity. But the familiar whistle has everyone digging in their pockets until they see Spencer reaching into his own bag.

"Reid, I don't think it's your landline," Prentiss snickers, checking her own phone to find a blank screen.

"I got a new phone yesterday." Spencer grumbles, "And I keep forgetting to ask Y/N how to turn the sounds off."

Penelope blinks at Spencer owlishly as he retracts a brand new, shiny iPhone from his messenger bag, default background shining especially bright against the dark wood table. She'll tell him later that it's the switch on the left side, but now she gawps, "Spencer, you got a new phone?"

"That's what I said, isn't it?" He already looks mildly annoyed at the teasing, probably because he'd stubbornly stuck to his outdated mobile for so long that his pride has an iPhone-shaped bruise.

"What made you make the change?" Hotch asks, voice gentler but curious all the same.

"Yeah, I've been begging you for, like, years, Reid." Garcia frowns, "Texting me isn't really texting me if I can't send you gifs from the gif keyboard."

"She favors the one of the dancing baby," Rossi drawls, "But I'm sure that's not what Dr. Reid felt compelled to upgrade for."

The notification that's displayed across his screen is a message from you, but that's predictable because he'd adamantly refused to get notifications from anything but text messages and calls. He's still partial to his newspapers, and he won't fill an online grocery cart if he can help it.

'Y/N: Attachment: 1 image'

There's not much he can see from the little thumbnail to the right of the notification, but- it's enough. It's the color of your skin, mostly the color of your skin, with splashes of red in between. He knows he can't open it now, and he wishes he had just a little more experience with situations like this so that he could maintain some composure.

"Uhm," He starts, cheeks most likely bright pink, "I don't know, I just- I just thought it was time, probably. Y/N says she didn't like that my messages were green."

"Oh, it's Y/N," Morgan croons, and JJ consoles Garcia with a sympathetic smile and a pat to the arm.

"Well-! And, and it's good for the GPS, but I do still prefer paper maps," Spencer rambles, "And it's- it's nice to see how many literary-themed emailing lists there are."

"Emailing lists," Morgan scoffs, "Pretty boy, you're signing up for spam. But whatever text has got you blushing there isn't about Shakespeare. Just let me know when you need a lesson in taking your own pictures, m'kay? She doesn't want weird angles or bad lighting, trust me."

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid one-shot #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid headcanons #spencer reid headcanon #spencer reid hc #spencer reid hcs #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fic #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid dialogue #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader fanfiction

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mangooes · 3 days ago

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Dear Diary

(Name) knew something was wrong the moment she walked into their bedroom and found Sylus lounging on the bed with a familiar pink leather-bound book in his hands.

Her diary.

HER DIARY.

She froze. "Sylus."

Sylus, looking entirely too entertained, turned a page slowly before peering up at her with a devilish grin.

"Sweetie," he purred, crimson eyes gleaming, "did you know that you’re absolutely adorable when you write about me in here?"

(Name)'s soul left her body.

Her face erupted in flames. "WHA—"

Sylus cleared his throat dramatically, holding up the diary as if presenting evidence in a courtroom. And then, he started reading aloud.

"Entry #27: Ugh, why is my husband so freaking HOT?! It’s honestly rude. How dare he walk around the house with his stupid sexy muscles and that smug look, knowing FULL WELL what he’s doing to me—"

"SYLUS—"

"—AND HIS STUPID CRIMSON EYES, GOD."

She lunged at him, full force.

Sylus, being the absolute menace that he was, effortlessly dodged her, flipping onto his back while holding the diary out of reach.

"Slow down kitten, this is my favorite part." he said between cackles, his tone full of amusement.

"SYLUS QINCHE, I SWEAR TO EVERY GOD, I WILL DIVORCE YOU."

Ignoring her impending wrath, Sylus continued reading.

"Entry #34: I hate how much I love it when he calls me ‘sweetie.’ Every time he does it, my brain just goes blank. It’s honestly embarrassing. I am a strong, independent woman. But the moment he says ‘sweetie’ in that stupid, deep voice—"

"Sweetie~," Sylus cooed deliberately, smirking as she screamed into her hands.

"SYLUS, STOP READING."

But Sylus, immensely entertained, flipped another page.

"Entry #40: Okay, but I think I might be obsessed with his hands. Like, have you seen them?! Why are they so BIG? Why are his fingers so LONG? WHY DO THEY LOOK SO GOOD WHEN HE HOLDS A WINE GLASS...WHY NOT HOLD ME INSTEAD??"

Sylus wiggled his fingers. "Why, sweetie. You should’ve just told me you liked my hands this much."

(Name), seconds away from spontaneous combustion, grabbed a pillow and THREW IT at his face.

"GIVE ME THAT BACK, YOU MENACE! THIS IS PRIVACY INVASION."

Sylus effortlessly caught the pillow mid-air with his evol, as a swirl of red and black mist coils around the pillow before throwing it aside, still laughing.

"Not a chance," he teased, flipping another page. "Oh? Entry #51: ‘Sometimes I just stare at his jawline when he’s not looking. It’s honestly unfair. Like, how dare a man be built like a walking thirst trap—’"

"ENOUGH!"

With every ounce of power left in her body, She LAUNCHED herself at him, tackling him onto the bed.

Sylus grunted as she straddled him, pinning him down with both hands.

"Give. It. Back." she hissed.

Sylus, still grinning like a damn villain, held the diary high above her head, just out of reach.

"Make me," he taunted.

She narrowed her eyes. "Fine."

She leaned down, lips brushing his ear. "No kisses for a week."

Sylus’s smirk instantly vanished.

"—wait."

(Name) sat up, crossing her arms smugly. "No cuddles either."

"Now, hold on—"

"Also," she said sweetly, grinning evilly, "I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight, and you don't get to talk to me ever again."

Sylus immediately surrendered the diary.

"…You fight dirty, its unfair kitten." he muttered, pouting.

She snatched it back, triumphant. "Damn right, I do."

She stood up quickly, clutching the diary to her chest like a lifeline. "And if you ever do this again, I’m setting your expensive sportsbike on fire."

Sylus huffed. "As if you could."

She raised a brow. "Oh, I absolutely could."

Sylus sighed dramatically, sprawling out on the bed. "My wife, the absolute devil in disguise."

"That’s rich coming from YOU."

Still, as she stormed toward the bookshelf to hide her diary somewhere impossible to find, Sylus simply watched her with a lazy, adoring smile.

Because at the end of the day, his wife wrote about him in every single entry.

And that, more than anything, made him the happiest man alive.

Diary sittuations yk yk i just love how sylus would always take the chance to tease his beloved, he is just so so whipped im so happy i love sylus so so much

#lnds #love and deepspace #sylus x reader #lnds sylus #sylus x you #love and deepspace sylus #qin che #lads sylus #sylus

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monotonesmile · 2 days ago

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Can i request pregnant batsis who was dumped by her bf because he didn't want a baby. And the batsis comes back to the manor. She's younger than Dick and Jason but older that Tim and Damian. Damian doesn't know her. And she tells them they going to be uncels and Bruce a grandfather?

Batfam & Pregnant!Batsis!Reader

[Warnings: Shitty boyfriend, enough said. Some swearing]

[Fic Genre: Headcanons, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff]

[Notes: I’m not exactly the best at writing anything pregnancy related but ya gotta practice somehow! Also it’s headcanons because I needed a break from writing full fics for a second.]

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You realized you were late on your period so, just to be precautious, like your father taught you, you bought a pregnancy test, and waited for the results, anxiously waiting as you paced around the bathroom of the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, and when you got the results back, so many emotions flooded you as you saw those two little red lines, you were pregnant.

You knew you should tell your boyfriend, so you waited for his return from work. When you heard the door shut, you called him to the living room, then handing him the, cleaned, pregnancy test, you were nervous for his reaction, you were hoping he’d be at least supportive and help you, but instead he glared at the test before tossing it away, and then told you either you get rid of it or you’re breaking up.

His response made your body run cold, you never expected him to give you such an unpleasant ultimatum, abortion or breaking up, and you did not want to give up the baby, you had been wanting to be a mother for a while now, and now he’s trying to take that from you? After you’ve told him so many times that you were ready to be a mom? The man you’ve loved and were ready to be with forever, told you to give up your child.

So, you told him “Fine, if that’s the case, then you’re over.”

You gathered your essentials, not looking at him even as your heart broke, carrying a bag with your electronics, some clothes, and other important items, you left the apartment, texting the man you viewed as a grandfather to pick you up, you’re coming back to the manor after breaking up with your now ex boyfriend.

You waited for a few minutes with your thoughts, only now had you begun to realize all the red flags in your ex boyfriend, he never seemed interested in anything you said, whenever you brought up marriage or having kids, he would dismiss you, maybe it was about time you broke up, it probably just saved you from a horribly toxic relationship.

You were taken out of your thoughts when the familiar car pulled up to the parking lot of the apartment complex, your mind lightening slightly as you got up and got into the passenger seat, met by the butler and the man you and your siblings considered a grandfather, Alfred.

You explained the situation on the car ride to the manor, you could feel the sympathetic gaze coming from the older man as you pulled up to the imposing building, knowing you’d have to tell your family, and you could already guess their reactions.

[Bruce Wayne]

Bruce was the first one you told after you got back to the manor, it felt…awkward to say the least, telling your father you’re pregnant, but while you still feared a similar reaction to your ex boyfriend, Bruce didn’t react that way, he asked if you were alright, if you were worried, or ready. The fact that he had immediately focused on your wellbeing made you feel so much better about this situation.

Bruce would absolutely be a helicopter parent after you told him about your pregnancy, he would take you to the doctor appointments, he’d check on you hourly to make sure any of the symptoms of pregnancy weren’t bothering you too much. He’d absolutely get you the best doctors Gotham has to offer, or even doctors from outside the gloomy city, he wants you well taken care of.

All in all, he cares about his daughter, and he is very excited to be a grandfather, even if it’s just reminding him of his age, but he would want to help with setting up a nursery for the baby, 10/10 grandpa, he would adore the kid. (He’d also keep them the hell away from vigilantism.)

[Dick Grayson]

Now Dick would be the second person to know, and he, much like Bruce, would make sure you’re okay with everything that happened, while he’s excited to be an uncle, he also knows you just with through a breakup, and being the ladies (and men) man, he would be the one to comfort you through it, he’d help keep your mind off it by using horrible jokes and puns, he’d just be happy to make you smile.

Absolutely the one to feed in on your cravings if you get them, you want pickles and chips at three in the morning? Nightwing is seen in a 24/7 store trying to pick which one you’d like more, the media has a field day with that.

He’s the one that’s going to hold you through all of your emotions, your hormones are all over the place and he’s not going to be phased, you’re angry? He'll be angry at whatever you’re angry at with you. Sad about something you watched? He will be holding you through the tears. He’s had so many girlfriends, he knows how it works now, all the emotions that are bubbling up to the surface, and goddammit he will not let his little sister down.

Just a little thing, he absolutely loves baby shopping, adores it, he wants to buy every single outfit and toy, and is very pouty when you say you can’t get everything. Still picks out a shirt that says “Best Uncle” for himself, he taunts his brothers.

[Jason Todd]

Probably one of the last to know actually, he’s not at the manor a lot, so you’d have to tell him over text, and he would be breaking so many laws to speed his way to the manor because WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE PREGNANT AND YOUR BOYFRIEND BROKE UP WITH YOU BECAUSE OF IT!? Immediately offers to take care of your ex, he does not care, nobody gets away with that on his watch, he probably would still try it even if you said no.

Once he calms down, he will actually be around the manor way more often, he’s watching over you, probably the one that helps whenever you get morning sickness, or just, throwing up in general. He looms, a lot. It’s scaring people and no he will not stop, don’t bother asking.

He’s probably really good at giving massages, would be the one to help when you’re further along and your body is starting to ache and be sore, he would not want you to move around a lot. If he could, he’d carry you.

(Very huffy after Dick got the “Best Uncle” shirt, would buy a second one and write a number two on it.)

[Tim Drake]

God, this poor man is so tired and experiencing a system restart when you tell him you’re pregnant. I feel like Tim would probably just nod before disappearing into his room and immediately starts to do research on what you can and can’t eat while pregnant, and literally everything else, definitely becomes the most knowledgeable on the subject of pregnancy.

Tim would make you a mood board or something for the nursery, specifically of things you like. It's honestly kinda odd how he got everything so correct, but it’s definitely nice to have a physical idea of what you want to do for your baby’s room.

He probably made a layout of the nursery to your exact specifications and is so ready to build everything for it, crib, toy chests, a rocking chair? He’ll be the first to start building everything, his brothers would have to get there quick enough to help as well, they’d have you sit in so they know where to put everything.

[Damian Wayne]

Damian would also offer to take care of you ex, except he would make it a statement, as in, he will be going after your ex, you will have to stop him, he will commit to it, don’t test him, he’s protective over his family.

Honestly, he’s probably very confused, but he’s trying his best, he understands that you shouldn’t be doing anything stressful, so even in your early stages of pregnancy, Damian would literally take anything remotely heavy from your hands and carry it for you, it’s sweet, but he does it every. single. time.

Damian is going to fight Dick for that shirt, he’s going to be the favorite uncle, but when he can’t get the shirt from his older brother? He buys a different one, “Favorite Uncle”, Dick may claim to be the best uncle, but he’s going to be the favorite uncle, he’s taunting everyone with this fact.

[Bonus: Alfred]

Alfred is the only one that actually knows what he’s doing, he was there when Bruce was born, he knows how to help a pregnant lady, which is a much needed comfort for you.

You secretly bought him a “#1 Great Grandpa” shirt, he is going to wear it when you have the baby, he adores the shirt, even if he doesn’t wear it often, it’s special to him.

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[Requests are open!]

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motorsportbarbie13 · 2 days ago

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Post It - Part 5 - LN4

when lando stumbles upon a random tiktok of a pretty american influencer, he can't stop himself from sliding into her DMs. what happens next is more than both of them ever bargained for.

warnings/notes: a bit steamy with this one (literally and figuratively hahaha) but not explicit smut. As per usual, special shoutout to the best beta reader on the planet who puts up with my shit @lestapiastrisgirl ❤️❤️❤️ pairing: lando norris x influencer!reader word count: 3k

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Your first full day in Japan is spent at the Arashiyama bamboo forest, an hour’s train ride away from your hotel in Osaka. According to all of the research you did on the flight over, the best time to see the forest was sunrise, much to Lando’s dismay. While you were also a night owl like he was, Lando was apparently violently against getting up at such an early hour. It had taken you several attempts at 6 in the morning to get him up and out of bed, but eventually you had won.

Nearly twelve hours later, you and Lando tumble back through the doors of your hotel suite, utterly exhausted. The suite itself is huge with 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms, a luxurious living room with widescreen tv and spacious veranda that looked out onto the city center. Lando had asked if you had wanted your own room, telling you that he wanted you to be comfortable and offered to pay for 2 singles instead.

You had considered the offer for about ten seconds before deciding that the current arrangement would work. Nothing in your gut was telling you that you wanted anything other than what had already been planned. The idea of having Lando sleeping so closely to you sent a delicious shiver up your spine even now.

Last night, about an hour after you had said goodnight and closed your door, ready for bed (alone), Lando had sent you a TikTok you could hear him laughing at through the shared wall. One text led to another and soon you were slipping beneath the sheets of Lando’s bed before switching on a movie. Nothing more had happened that night, except for you falling asleep cradled in Lando’s arms and Lando waking up in the middle of the night with you still wrapped around him.

That had been the real reason he hadn’t wanted to get up this morning, he was too content with where you were at.

But as he followed you through the door after walking what felt like seventy miles that day, he was glad that the had gone. The two of you had bonded on a deeper level, much deeper than Lando had ever thought possible. The connection between you two had sparked that night in February when he had slid into your DM’s but now? Now the connection was a wildfire.

Lando watches as you drop your bag and flop down onto the couch. The entire time you’d been together today it was like the rest of the world had ceased to exist. He couldn’t remember a time where he had laughed so hard and lost track of time like he had today. He felt so stupid for nearly blowing this back in February but as he joined you on the couch, instantly tugging you closer so he could touch you again, he was relieved the universe had decided to give him a second chance. It was wild to him, how well you two were getting on still. He wasn’t usually someone who could spend this much uninterrupted time with another person, he normally craved his alone time but with you? It was like he had told Max the night before over text, with you, it was different.

And Lando knew from the outside looking in, this was moving so fast. No one knew that you had spend hours upon hours just talking, often falling asleep together on FaceTime, back in February. Not that it really mattered to him. If there was one lesson he had taken away from the 2024 season it was that he had to work on giving less of a fuck of what other people said and paying more attention to what those around him that mattered were saying.

And you mattered to him.

“I think we walked a million miles today.” You groan, kicking off your shoes before flexing your toes, the ache in the bottom of your instep creeping up your leg. Your calves were on fire from how many hills you had walked up and down in that forest today. The shots you and Lando had gotten had been 100% worth it though. You couldn’t wait to crack open your laptop later tonight and start editing for Pretty Little Lens. Posting them would have to wait, though. You never ever posted onto PLL before you left a location since your real account almost always detailed where you were and what you were doing and you didn’t want to run the risk of anyone connecting you to the account. You often mixed up locations too, posting places out of order or well after you’d left a location. PLL was how you made your money but you didn’t ever want to be the public face the account.

Lando reaches forward to pull your feet into his lap before pressing the pads of his thumbs deep into the arch of your foot.

“Oh my God.” You groan, head tipping back to rest on the back of the couch.

Lando chuckles softly before starting to work at the muscles of your feet with deeper strokes. You’re quiet while he massages the ache out of your feet, only making slight whimpering sounds every once in a while. Lando shifts in his seat at the sounds you’re making, hoping how hard he’s getting isn’t as obvious as he thinks it is. He can’t help it though, the sounds you’re making are downright erotic and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say you were teasing him on purpose.

Which of course, you were.

Several minutes pass in silence as Lando continues to work at your feed and up your calves before his phone starts to buzz in his pocket. With one hand still on your toes, he reaches for his phone. You crack an eye open to watch as he unlocks his phone and huffs a sigh.

“Fuck. I forgot a I have a team call in 5 minutes.” He looks up at you, apologies flickering in his eyes. “I’m sorry, this is a post race thing that we do every week and I can’t miss it. It shouldn’t take long though, we’ll be fine for dinner.”

You grin before swinging your feet out of his lap and onto the floor. “It’s okay.” You lean over before brushing your lips over the shell of his ear. “I need to take a shower before dinner anyway.”

Lando turns his head before catching your lips with his, pressing his mouth to yours before you can get away. You hum in surprise, caught off guard by the intensity of his kiss. You’re the one to deepen the kiss though, licking your way into his mouth when he doesn’t pull away quick enough. The temptation to climb into his lap is overwhelming but the buzzing of his phone pulls you back down to earth. Tipping your forehead against his, you grin. “I’ll stop distracting you now.”

“I don’t know,” Lando chuckles as he watches you stand, “The thought of you in the shower without me is more distracting than that kiss.”

Laughing, you shake your head before rounding the couch to head towards your bedroom. Dragging your fingers across his shoulders as you walk behind the couch, you enjoy the way Lando visibly shudders under your touch.

Lando watches over his shoulder as you walk down the hallway before he turns back to his phone to dial into the call. It was a routine call that Zak and Andrea held after every race weekend to debrief what went wrong and what they were going to be working on ahead of the next race. They were boring but necessary, especially since things got missed during the hustle and bustle of race weekends.

Lando listens in as Andrea and a few engineers run through the data from the race, discussing tire wear, the strategy that had worked and what they needed to work on for Japan, and the frustrating near-miss podium finish. As he listens and interjects bits of observations himself, he finds himself distracted. His gaze keeps drifting toward the hallway you’d disappeared down. The scent of your shampoo, a mix of citrus and something with a delicate floral scent, lingers in the air, completely distracting him.

He found himself rushing through his recap of the race when it was his turn to speak, eager to wrap things up. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the call wraps up and Lando was free to sign off. After a quick goodbye to the team, he sighs in relief, and tosses his phone onto the couch, the screen going dark.

Lando’s surprised to hear the shower still running but as he passes the room you had claimed yesterday, he found it totally empty. Confused, he spots the white skirt you’d been wearing that day discarded in a heap outside the door to his bedroom. Lando’s heart beat picks up as he follows the trail you had apparently left him. At the foot of his bed was the top you had worn that day, discarded along with a very thin, very skimpy, white and pink lace bra.

He nearly loses it when he sees the matching thong waiting for him at the doorway of the bathroom.

Sultry music floats out from your phone that’s propped up on the bathroom sink. The room was humid and fragrant, air heavy with the scent of your shampoo and body wash. Steam wraps itself around Lando as he takes a few cautious steps into the tiled bathroom. It was a large en suite deal, with his and hers sinks, a huge soaking tub, and a large glass enclosed shower tiled with black marble.

The rhythmic sound of the water mixed with the sultry music created an intoxicating atmosphere that has his heart pounding against his ribs. Lando’s breath catches when he finally spots you, your silhouette a hazy outline through the steam that clings to the glass of the shower door. He could make out the curve of your hip, the delicate line of your spine, the way the water cascaded down your body, rivulets of water doing their best win the race down your body.

He’d never been more jealous of water in his entire life.

Lando hesitates, leaning against the cool tile of the wall opposite the shower, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He decides to stay put, enjoying the view and the way his stomach was churning delightfully with anticipation.

“Are you lost, baby?” Lando teases, pitching his voice loud enough so you can hear him above the soft music and thrumming water.

You finally turn your head towards him, smirk on your lips, and Lando nearly sinks to his knees then and there. “I figured I’d try out your shower.” You rasp, voice husky with need. “Turns out, the acoustics are much better in here than in my shower.”

It takes every ounce of control that he’s honed over his racing career to keep from stripping off his clothes right then and there when his gaze catches the swell of your breast as you turn towards him. “The acousitcs are pretty good in here, aren’t they?” He agrees, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you pick up the loofa that had been hanging from a hook inside the shower. “The view’s not half bad either.”

“It’s too bad your call took so long, you missed the warm up. ” You say, voice light and teasing as you squeeze the body wash bottle before lathering the loofah up.

Lando groans as you start in on your arms, lathering them up with he bubbles. You don’t look up but you can feel his eyes on you, a gentle caress that sends shivers down your spine and goosebumps erupting all over your skin.

“It that so?” He chuckles, moving to sit at the edge of the soaking tub that is on the opposite side of the shower. From here he can still see everything you’re doing to torture him but he can sit and enjoy the show. “Well, I’m here now. I’m sure I can catch up.”

The rasp in his voice has heat building in the pit of your belly, sparks of electricity traveling straight to that spot between your legs that is aching for Lando’s touch. You drag the loofah up your arms, up towards your neck before stretching out to show off the delicate line of your throat. “Or maybe,” You suggest, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper as you finally lift your eyes to his. “You should just watch.”

Lando watches, captivated, as your hands move, slow and deliberate, a silent suggestion at what could happen later tonight that sends a shiver down his spine. He could almost feel the the warmth of the water on his own skin, the scent of the body wash filling his senses.

“I’m never taking a work call while you’re around ever again.” He laughs, his gaze lingering on the curve of your ass as you turn around to wash the bubbles off in the scalding spray or the shower head. He watches as you continue washing, the drag of your hands over your body driving him absolutely mad. As he watched he imagined it was him running his hands up and down your slick body. He was torn between keeping his gaze on you to watch you drag your fingers down the line of your body or close his eyes and pretend it was him doing the touching.

All you do is smirk in response, enjoying the way Lando’s eyes have gone hazy with desire as he watches you. Your fingers trail down your torso, coasting over your ribcage and down towards the curve of your hip. You’d never been quite this bold before but something about how today had gone, how you’d been so comfortable all day in his presence had you so needy for him in a more physical way tonight.

Lando chokes on a strangled moan when your fingers continue down your body, teasing their way down towards the apex of your thighs. He wants nothing more than for your hands to be his, to be touching you the way you’re touching yourself but he’s also beyond satisfied watching the show taking place in front of him. You don’t break eye contact when your fingers dip in-between your things for the first time, swirling them around your already sensitive clit.

You can see the barely restrained control threatening to break from behind Lando’s eyes as you tilt your head back, biting on your bottom lip, while you continue to touch yourself, slipping a finger deeper inside you.

“Fuck.” Lando whispers, shifting as his own hand drifts unconsciously towards his cock that is achingly hard. “You know,” He manages to rasp out as a gasp tumbles from your lips when you slip a second finger between your slick folds. “I’m starting to think this shower is less about getting clean and more about torturing me.”

You chuckle, eyes darting from where you’d been watching him palm at his cock back up to his stormy expression. “Torture?” You ask. “Is that what you’d call this? I thought I was just giving you a nice little show.” The innocence in your tone betrays the fact that you’re minutes away from giving yourself a delightful orgasm right in front of Lando.

He watches as you continue to work your fingers between your legs, the way your head is thrown back driving him insane. “Torture is exactly what I would call watching you touch yourself like that when I can’t do a damn thing about it.”

“Well maybe next time you should wrap up your work call quicker.” You sass back before dragging your fingers back up your body. “But you’re going to have to wait,” You reach for the shower faucet before turning off the water. The quiet that settles over the room hangs heavy between you.

Stepping out of the shower, you reach for the towel that Lando holds up for you, the soft fabric clinging to your wet skin. You murmur a quiet thank you before reaching for another towel to dry your dripping hair. When you look over at him again, a shimmer of pleasure flutters over your skin. The way he’s looking at you, his eyes dark and intense, is something that you could see yourself getting addicting too.

And that feels dangerous.

Lando groans in response before leaning back against the cool tile, arms crossed over his chest and frown on his face.

“Impatient, are we?” You tease, a playful glint in your eyes.

He pushes himself off the wall, his movements confident and deliberate. “Extremely.” He murmurs, his voice husky. He closes the distance between you then, his eyes never leaving yours.

He reaches out, his fingers tracing your jaw. “You know,” Lando whispers, he breath warm against your lips. “I’ve been thinking of getting you back here so I could have you all to myself all day long.”

He brings his lips to yours, a tender kiss that quickly deepens into something darker, more intense. His tongue traces the seam of your mouth, silently requesting access. You open for him obediently, sighing against him as he begins the familiar exploration that you find yourself becoming addicted to. You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer so you can deepen the kiss this time. The world around you fades away, leaving one the feeling of his lips on yours, the taste of him, the intoxicating scent of his cologne filling your senses as you lose yourself in the way Lando touches you.

He pulls back slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Your own chest heaves as you watch the way he watches you. “Fuck.” He whispers, his hands fisting at the white towel still tied around your body. “You have no idea how hard it was to stay out here just now.”

A shimmer of electricity zaps up your spine at the intensity of his gaze. “Now,” He murmurs, tone still husky. “Let’s get you ready for dinner. I’m starving.” He gives you a playful wink before turning towards the door. “But,” He adds before walking away, his voice trailing off behind him. “I’m going to be honest, I think I’m even hungrier for my dessert afterwards.”

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Hii! Could we have a cute comfort fic where reader and bakugo are dating, and she starts feeling insecure in the relationship (such as him leaving her or getting cheated on) but he reassures her that shes the only one he wants and has eyes for 🥰 just a lil cutie

Song- sunflower by post malone

when you feel insecure in your and katsuki’s relationship

katsuki had appeared more irritable in the past few weeks, especially to you. unfortunately, you had no idea why, and were too shy to confront him about it. he started holding doors open a second less than how he normally did, and didn’t look at you as often as he normally did.

that enough was clearly a sign. you were still stuck in limbo, as you were timid and nervous to ask him about his actions, or even if he was still romantically interested in you. did he really find someone else to replace you? were you not good enough?

eventually, you didn’t interact with him as much, as you almost gave up with your relationship, but katsuki noticed how differently you’ve been acting. you were more distant, maybe even more self-conscious.

but he was fed up with it. you hardly even glanced at him, and avoided him rather than leaning to him. clearly, something was occurring in your mind, and he needed to deal with it quickly.

you lay on your bedroom, curled up into your soft and comfy bed. you randomly got a text, which distracted you from the series you were watching. eyes pulled away from the screen, your screen lit up with katsuki’s contact name and a notification.

‘im not letting you ignore me anymore. i’m coming to your dorm, we need to talk.’

he was going to break up with you, wasn’t he? maybe now you would find out if he found a different woman, or if he just became bored of you. were you not interesting anymore?

a fist strongly knocked on the door before it automatically opened. your boyfriend’s spiky blonde hair poked out from the crack of the door, and he peeked in with soft yet hard eyes.

he closed the door behind you and stared at your body lying on your bed, eyes tired. you looked so exhausted. was something or someone physically or mentally tiring you out? he hadn’t looked closely into your eyes for a while, but now he felt guilty.

when he locked the door behind him, you felt uneasy. he put his hands in his pockets and asked, “why have you been acting weird?” straight to the point.

you retorted, “i’m not acting weird—“

“yes you are. you have something on your mind, so you better spit it out.” he tried to remain calm with you, giving you a sense of safety.

you hesitated, averting your eyes from his harsh but loving gaze, and instead focused them on your dresser. you replied, “you haven’t been spending a lot of time with me, and you’re not holding doors open for me as long as you normally do. you hardly even look at me, even during class.” you paused, “do you love someone else?”

katsuki’s heart stopped, and his eyes widened. his face relaxed, but he noticed your eyes were teary. he needed time to think about how to respond. of course, he still loved you, but why would you doubt it? why would you doubt him?

he stated, “i don’t love anyone else.” he paused, “the reason why i may have seemed unfocused is because i don’t know what to get you for your birthday. it was supposed to be a surprise, but i think you should know since you’re stressing about it.” he mumbled the last part, feeling as if the words were too intimate.

you muttered an, “oh, i didn’t know that katsuki.” well, at least you knew not to be so worried anymore! “‘m sorry for worrying you.”

he jumped into your bed and threw his shirt onto the ground, tucked himself into your bed, and laid behind you. he wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his face in the crook of your neck. your boyfriend shook his head, “stop apologizing, idiot. you didn’t do anything wrong.”

you nodded and placed your hand on his large bicep, which wrapped around your waist. you pressed your body closer to his, wanting proximity. smiling, you felt much better after talking to katsuki. maybe you should’ve confronted him faster. he didn’t even seem bothered by what you were worrying about!

he was the best boyfriend ever.

this request was so cute! hope u like it!

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cw. spoilers for magnum opus, smut, semi-public, p i v, fluff..?, aftercare, not proofread lol, jealous but loverboy sylus (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

note. sry if anything is inaccurate plot wise, as i dont have the card💔💔! i used this scene as ref, and this is my first time writing for crowboy so pls don't jump me i beg

oh, how the great leader of onychinus has fallen.

“are you jealous?”

the briefest of pauses, and that perpetual smirk on his face falters, crimson eyes shifting a few shades darker.

“why would i be jealous of a plastic mannequin?”

his words are smooth and suave as usual, even laced with a hint of arrogance, but there was no mistaking that look on his face, the undertone of his words.

sylus was jealous.

jealous of a plastic mannequin that wouldn’t be able to move even if it wanted to. you couldn’t love it or kiss it, tease it about getting scratched by a kitty or run your hands through its hair when it’s sleeping the day away. sure, its physique is nice, you weren’t lying about that, but that was sculpted. it’s fake. and it certainly doesn’t compare to the breathing greek statue that is your boyfriend.

nothing does, actually.

everything about sylus is big and broad. hands, shoulders, back. his limbs are long and corded with thick muscles that have old ladies swooning, and the veins underneath tan skin map to places you’ve explored many, many times.

anything even slightly fitted clings to and stretches for every contour and bulge, and when he walks or lifts (or does anything, really), you can literally see them flex.

why would you want anyone (or anything) else, when sylus is right there?

he is the pinnacle of beauty, and you know it. you’re sure he knows it, too — otherwise, why would he be splitting you open in the dressing room?

two massive hands hold onto your hips, pulling you back to meet every single one of his sharp thrusts. sylus is usually deep, slow, passionate, taking his time to worship you and prolong your pleasure, but now?

now he’s a man on a fucking mission.

“thaaat’s it, mhm,” he hums, barely sounding winded like his tip isn’t kissing your cervix with every rut of his hips, pushing sounds out of you that certainly aren’t appropriate for mere dress shopping.

that was all this was meant to be. something fun for you and sylus to do, time that you two desperately need with each other, especially considering how busy both of you are.

even if he’s his own boss, he can’t take off when he wants to. meetings and dealings overseas wait for no one, and if he doesn’t show up, how will he spoil you?

can’t do much when you don’t have any gold to your name, and he could never disappoint his one and only beloved.

one hand abandons your hip to deliver a sharp swat to your ass, one that has you clamping down around him and your fingers digging into the leather. “mmngh, sy– sylus—”

“you should be ashamed of yourself, sweetie.” smack! “letting another man fuck you like this, when your precious, plastic boyfriend is standing outside.” smack! “what would he think of you now, hm?” smack!

stinging, red handprints bloom on your ass, a pretty color that has sylus salivating and his palm smooths over the mark with gentle, soothing circles that have both your heart and your pussy fluttering.

“h-he’s not . . not my boyfriend,” you huff out in-between poorly stifled moans.

you hope and pray the walls here are thick.

if not, well . . those outside have been subjected to a lot of squelching, moaning, and groaning. sylus will reimburse them at a later date.

“. . oh?”

his hips slow, now shallow thrusts and periodic grind, giving you much needed reprieve from the way he was pummeling you within an inch of your life earlier.

a shameful whine pries itself free from your sore throat, and he only chuckles, pupils expanding when he sees the way you wriggle back.

naughty thing, trying to use him to fuck yourself how you want to be fucked.

sadly for you, sylus is in a selfish mood, and his movements stop completely, leaving you stranded like a ship at sea.

one big arm slips beneath your tummy before yanking you upright, his warm breath ghosting across the shell of your ear.

“so who is your boyfriend, kitten?”

you too often forget how petulant sylus can be.

your throat and mind work, mustering up enough willpower to say something other than “please keep going”.

“you’re my boyfriend, sylus,” you say, and it isn’t some shy little murmur like he thought it would be. no, your voice, despite its breathiness, is firm, sure.

and that, honestly, is all sylus needs.

all of his previous irritation, jealousy, and ire fade away, swamped beneath the sheer and irrevocable amount of love and adoration sylus holds for you.

he moves, flipping you over and shoving himself right back in with a lewd squelch and a deep groan.

his pace, if possible, is more needy than before, and sylus makes sure that with every thrust, his cock is nestled deep within the haven of your cunt.

by this point, you’ve given up on coherent speech — not that you had anything else to say besides the obvious: i love you, keep going, and it feels so good.

all those things are true, too. you love him, you certainly don’t want him to stop, not with how you’re nearing the edge, and there are days where you’re sorely tempted to move to the n109 just to feel sylus hit your g-spot every morning.

perhaps one day, that will come true, when you two have matching wedding bands and a little girl with silver hair and red eyes stumbling about.

“i love you,” sylus groans, that measured control in his husky voice gone, replaced by sappy obsession. “f-fuck, darling, so perfect, so mine . .”

he truly is a vision like this.

lids, dropped to half mast, jaw slack, brows drawn together in both concentration and pleasure. sweat rolls down the sides of his face and neck, and you wish you were in a position to lick it up.

sylus is just as close as you are, if not moreso.

your arm, despite feeling like a wet noodle, lifts up, and it only takes him a milisecond to understand what you want. his fingers slot between yours as his pace gets sloppier and the both of you get louder.

if the employees couldn’t hear you two before, they certainly can now!

“mmm, s-shit, sylus! c-cum with me, please, fuck—!”

you aren’t asking, you’re telling. and, well, how could he say no to that, especially when your voice is like a siren’s song?

lulling and irresistible. just like you.

the nanosecond you’re tumbling off the edge, nails clawing into the leather for purchase as your back curves into a delicious arch, sylus is following with a long groan of your name. his pelvis is pressed right against your thighs as he dumps his load, thick spurts that paint your gummy insides a gorgeous, creamy shade of white.

the hand not holding yours slips between the two of you, rubbing slow, small circles onto your swollen clit, and his dick gives a happy twitch when he gets that overstimulated whimper.

once sylus is sure you’re back down to earth, he’s hoisting you up into his arms, stopping only to grab the box of tissues before plopping down on the loveseat with you in his lap.

“you’re so good to me, sweetie,” he murmurs as he wipes you down, shifting you a bit to get the cum from between your thighs. it’ll leak out, unfortunately, but he’ll pump you full again later. “are you okay? ready to go? we’ll stop and get some water on the way home, okay?”

his voice is unbelievably soft and quiet. you’d say meek if you didn’t know any better.

but you really, truly don’t mind. how could you, when this is the real sylus? your sylus. soft and sweet and kind, a gentleman in every aspect of the word.

you wouldn’t want him any other way.

you nod your head with a little “mhm”, slumping forward to tuck your face into his neck. he smells like a luxurious musk now, and you can’t resist sucking a tiny mark into his skin. not visible, but it doesn’t need to be.

only you and sylus know it’s there, your adorable claim on him.

you two are barely dressed when an attendant pops her head in, a polite, professional smile on her face. “are the dresses to your liking?”

shame licks at the back of your neck while sylus only smirks. “i’ll take them all, please.”

unfazed as always.

he leans down to whisper in your ear. “give me a chance to show you what your mannequin boyfriend can’t do, yeah?”

#ᰔ — fic #love and deepspace #lads #lads smut #lads fanfic #lads x reader #lads sylus #love and deepspace sylus #sylus x reader #sylus x mc #sylus x you #lnds smut #lnds x reader #lnds sylus

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kermdoeswriting · 2 days ago

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Tell Him

"You'll have to tell him at some point, you know."

Danny watched as Alfred stirred his tea with his favorite spoon before neatly placing it onto the napkin beside him.

He didn't look up once to see if Danny was even paying attention. He just continued to speak, as if he already knew that Danny was.

"It'd be awfully unfair of you not to do so. Knowing how much he trusts you with his own secrets."

Danny hums before taking another sip of his own tea that Alfred had prepared for him earlier. It wasn't as if he had never thought of telling Tim what he was, but the idea of rejection made him awfully nervous.

Dealing with the supernatural was one thing.

Dealing with a manifestation of a concept placed into a human body is another.

It was a hard thing for humans to deal with. When they finally knew who or really what he was.

"I was hoping maybe he'd catch on with context clues." Danny replies eventually, sounding meek as he shrunk into himself.

Alfred chuckled as a response.

"I'm afraid context clues might not be enough for him, Lord Hades."

Danny shrugged off his title, refusing to meet Alfred's eyes as he stirred his tea over and over again. The sugar dissolved ages ago, but he can't stop stirring anyway.

The repetitive motion calmed him from thinking of the inevitable.

"I can still hope, Alfred." He pouted eventually, breaking their silence. Alfred laughed at him.

"Hoping is foolish, but your yearning is even worse for us both."

Danny looked over at the older man, wisdom leaking from his bones after all of his years untouched by his very presence. While Alfred had bristled with death in the past, he had never quite got that singular touched mark until Danny came along.

"How so?"

"You know how," Alfred tutted at him knowingly, eyes back on his tea before taking another sip.

"You are delaying the inevitable by keeping me here. All to keep seeing him."

Danny's silent, the words trapped in his throat for a moment before he speaks.

"Is that such a bad thing? To want to live longer?"

"It is when you've lived all the life you're supposed to live."

The two go silent again. Danny finishes his tea.

"Tonight... after the gala..." He hesitates when he sees Alfred's eyes on him again, looking away towards the Wayne Garden roses next to him. "After I tell him, we'll go."

Alfred hums, sounding unconvinced. He finishes his tea as well after a long moment.

"If you insist."

_ _ _

"You know Danny?"

Tim started off as he walked on top of the cement barrier, Danny walking beside him. The garden was cold tonight, making Tim have goosebumps.

Danny seemed unphased by the chill. Like he always was.

"You never really told us how you're related to Alfred."

Danny hummed in response, already knowing Tim was not done with his train of thought. His hands were shoved into his suit pants, and he was hunched as he walked.

In a way, Tim found it attractive.

"It's just odd. Alfred's never really told us much about his family, except for the occasional offhand thing. And then you're just here. No prior mention or anything!"

At that, Tim watched Danny smile at the floor as if expecting Tim to question such a thing before shaking his head in defeat.

"That's because we're not closely related at all." Danny confirms, finally taking a moment to look up at Tim.

Tim stops abrupt at the admission and stares at him as well. He can't stop the stray, sudden thought that Danny looked so pretty under the Gotham moon.

Danny just continues to stare at him with a small amount of light in his eyes, waiting for some kind of reaction from him but Tim doesn't give him one. "We're actually far from it."

"Who are you then?"

Tim could only really hear the crickets chirping the longer they stood there. Behind him gala guests were chattering away and glasses were clinking together.

Still, despite being so close, it all sounded so far away with the way his ears were drumming.

"I think you know who."

The two just continued to stare at each other, Tim unable to really look away.

"Death...?"

Danny looked even softer, all knowingly even, up at him and didn't answer.

But even then Tim knew he was right. And all he felt was his stomach aching with butterflies as shaking chills changed from the cold, into fear.

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Or basically

Danny is Death / The Grim Reaper, and he's been sent to the Waynes to collect Alfreds soul. The only problem is that he fell in love with Alfreds grandson, Tim, at first sight, and has been delaying the inevitable because of it.

#dc x dp crossover #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #danny is death #literally #alfred is tired of waiting for death to prolong his death #let him go already man #imagine not dying because death doesnt wanna leave your grandson who hes in love with #let him out lmaoo #blame Meet Joe Black for this shit #that movie fucked me up #tim x danny #idk what theyre called

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badger2025 · 44 minutes ago

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You and Jack Finnegan…Finn…have been best friends for as long as you can remember. You played football together in high school, chased pussy together, lifted weights and were as close as any brothers ever were. Y’all spent so many nights on sleepovers at each other’s houses that your families consider each of y’all as another son

It was in high school when he started dating your sister Mary

You, Mike Sullivan…Sully…were the smart one…tutoring Finn all throughout high school so he wouldn’t be dropped from the team and would graduate school on time…which he did by the skin of his teeth. He’s not stupid by any means…the subject matter just never interested him. Finn was the more mechanically minded of the two of you and taught you how to work on and maintain your truck. He could do anything with his hands

Y’all would spend days in the wilderness camping, fishing and hunting. This was Finn’s natural environment and he just had a knack when it came to the outdoors. He was always patient with you…just like you were at tutoring him…and the joy on his face when you got it figured out was infectious

“Right on Sully…I knew you could do it” He would absolutely beam

You found yourself working hard…not so much for yourself but for Finn’s approval. His smile was your reward and it always made you feel something…that ache

By your senior year you had pretty much figured out that you didn’t feel the same way about females as Finn…in fact, you realized you had feelings for him but you kept that pushed way down and went through the motions of dating girls. You couldn’t risk doing anything to jeopardize your relationship…you just wanted to be close to him even if you couldn’t have him

You had considered college…but knew that would take you away from Finn…so one night when y’all were lying in his room you made a suggestion

“I’m considering trade school…I spoke with my dad and he thinks it’s a really good idea…I think you should come with me”

“More school Sully?…I barely got through high school…I don’t know man”

“This isn’t like that man…no papers, nothing like that and we can get a solid job after”

Trade school was no joke and this time it was Finn’s turn to get you over the finish line. But you both made it and landed a good job at the same mechanical engineering company as pipe fitters…you actually enjoyed the work and got to spend your days with Finn

When he married your sister, you were his best man and smiled and laughed along with everyone else…but the ache was still there

Finn was married and living with your sister. You got your own place and started hooking up with a series of one nighters…random men to just to take out your frustrations on…never anything serious and they were always gone well before Finn picked you up for work

Five years on and he’s in your apartment…y’all have been drinking beer…a lot of beer

”She’s fucking some guy she met”…he said…”Says I’m always working and she’s lonely…fuck Sully…she doesn’t work and the way she spends money…I gotta keep the lights on and food on the table”

You said nothing…only letting him vent…but all you could think is how much of a dumbass your sister is to throw away something you’d give anything to have

The beer kept flowing and that’s when Finn dropped the bomb

“I only married her to stay close to you…you’re the most solid thing I’ve ever had man…and I didn’t want to lose you” He was looking at his beer…his thumb playing with the pull tab

You sat there in stunned silence…eyes wide…just looking at him

“Shit Sully…did I just fuck up? Say something man”

Instead, you stood up and ran a hand through your hair and walked to the window. Finn got up and followed…standing apart but close enough to put his hand on your shoulder

“Sully?”

You hung your head and spoke “is this the beer talking Finn?”

He chuckled “yeah…liquid courage to finally tell you how I feel…how I been feeling”

“How long Finn?”

“High school…look man…”

That’s when you turned and pulled him into the kiss…furious and hard…hungry like neither of you had eaten in years

He was pressed against you and you could feel his throbbing tool against yours. You ran your hand over his hairy chest making him sigh against your lips…then you hooked your thumbs into the band of his briefs and dragged them down until you were eye level with his twitching dick…a string of sap hanging from the bright pink tip

You buried your face in his crotch…inhaled his musk and groaned as your tongue and beard rubbed against his nut sack…his cock was so rigid it pointed due north

He gasped…both hands on your head…fingers pulled your hair…and when you took him into your mouth he moaned and you felt his legs trembling. You swallowed him as far as you could…your right hand on the base of his shaft pulling on his tool

“Oh FUCK…Sully…oh man”

He shuddered as he shot his spunk into your throat…a bit leaking from your lips and down your chin. When he finished you stood up and kissed him…letting him taste his spunk on your tongue…he groaned and pushed his hand into your shorts groping for your dick

“Jesus Sully…that’s…impressive man”

You’d seen each other countless times naked in the locker room…but never fully erect. Finn’s dick was a happy average…stocky…like him. You were larger by a few inches and moaned into his kiss as he pulled on the sap slicked knob

You pulled him into your bedroom and pushed him down onto the bed and shucked off your shorts…dick standing proud…Finn’s eyes wide but he had that smile you ached for. You pulled him to the edge of the bed, pushed his muscled legs up to his chest and buried your face in the split of his ass. When your tongue flicked at his pucker he moaned…you went at it with everything you had. Then you flipped him onto his stomach with his knees to the floor…his renewed dick pointing south…you tongued the length from the tip of his cock to his asshole…he was groaning and pushing back into your face

You grabbed the lube from the bedside table and greased your dick

“Relax Finn”

He started to buck as you pushed into him…your torso on his back…you murmured into his ear

“You okay man?”

“Yeah Sully…never better” He gasped as you went deeper

When you were balls deep you just held it…letting him get used to you. Every time your dick would throb, he’d moan

Then you slowly pulled back…dragging your tool over his button and he let out a long low moan

“Oh God Sully…oh Jesus…fuck me Sully…just fuck me”

You started pumping…his whimpering made it even hotter and you could feel yourself getting to the threshold

“I’m gonna cum man…oh FUCK”

You were pumping him deep…flooding his guts while he bucked under you…his asshole tugging your dick as he came undone…again…shooting down the side of the bed onto the floor

Then you just lay there panting…years of pent up longing now deep inside Finn’s ass

You pulled out and stood up…chest heaving…admiring your best friends sweet ass. You placed a hand on his butt cheek and stroked his used hole with your thumb making him flinch and laugh

“Jesus Sully…that was…that was really something…I mean…fuck man”

After y’all had showered and were lying naked in your bed…the back of his head on your chest…your hand stroking his chest hair…you spoke

“It was high school for me too Finn…when I realized I had…feelings” He was quiet and you continued “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to lose you either”

Then he sat up looking down at you…searching your eyes…he leaned in and kissed you

“We need to make up for a lot…and I do mean a lot…of lost time..…damn Sully”

Then he smiled at you again “Seems I married the wrong Sullivan”

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neeeooon · 2 days ago

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HII HELLOO HI HI HI HOW ARE YOUUUU

CAN WE GET LIKE PART 2 FOR BLLK BOYS FINDING OUT ABOUT THEIR KID, LIKE AS I. CONTINUATION WHAT HAPPENS AFTER MEETING THE KIDDO

YESSS i added the boys u guys voted for most!! (reo has his own oneshot here!!)

when they find out they have a kid, cont.

ex-husband!bllk x fem!reader. angst, (most get) happy-ish endings! chigiri, shidou, and rin’s kids have names

itoshi sae

-> the three of you sat at the table, you and your son on one side and your ex-husband on the other. your son was wiggling around in excitement, eager to jump on and hug his father, but you’d warned him against it. you knew how sae felt about touch and didn’t want him to be even more uncomfortable around his son

-> “does he have to use the restroom?” sae asked when he noticed your son’s restlessness. you shot him a glare. “he’s not a dog. he’s excited to meet you, that’s all.” “oh.”

-> if the comment made your son feel any sort of way, he didn’t show it. “are you really the soccer player from tv?!” sae looked at you before nodding once. it set your son off again, causing him to tug on your sleeve in excitement. “see, mama, see! i told you it’s him! i told you he’s my daddy!”

-> you opened your mouth to explain that it wasn’t that simple, but your son continued as he danced around the kitchen. “and he’s here, which means you’re getting back together!” “huh?!” “and i’ve always wanted a little brother or sister!” “okay, calm down.”

-> you wanted to give your son some alone time with his dad, but it was clear that sae was getting overwhelmed by the hyperactive child. it was strange how his son reminded him more of his brother than himself from when they were young

-> after putting your son down for a nap, you retook your spot across from sae, who was staring very intensely at his clasped hands. you felt a pang of… something as you watched him, and your voice came out extremely soft as you asked, “how are you feeling, sae?”

-> he struggling to meet your eyes right away, but when he did you could see unshed emotion in them. “i don’t… know what to do. he’s mine. my kid. i have a kid. my parents are grandparents. my brother’s an uncle. and i had no idea.”

-> “you didn’t exactly give me the chance after you left me, after you told me how much you regretted us. me. but he’s here now, and he wants you to be his father, so let’s not play the blame game.” sae seemed a bit taken aback by your harsh tone, completely contradicting how quiet you were a moment ago. “you’re right. i’m sorry.” “don’t be sorry. be here. be his dad.”

-> sae couldn’t stay in town long, but he promised your son that he’d visit as soon as he was available. there wasn’t a smile on his stoic face, but when your son ran forward and hugged his legs, telling sae he loved him, sae patted the boy’s head and said, “i’ll see you soon.”

michael kaiser

-> your daughter happily ate her choco bears, unaware of the tension at the table. you sat across from kaiser, who was picking at the skin around his fingers to the point where if you didn’t mention it, you thought he’d start bleeding

-> you don’t know what compelled you to reach over and cover his hand with yours, but kaiser looked as surprised as you did. stammering for some sort of explanation, you gave up and went to pull your hand back until he grabbed it. neither of you said anything as you turned your attention back to your daughter

-> she raised a quizzical brow at her dad. “you look old.” you choked on a laugh as kaiser choked on air. “i’m not—! okay. how old are you, again?” your daughter humphed and admired one of her choco bears. “mama said i’m not supposed to give my age to strange men.”

-> you thought the comment would offend your ex, but he only scoffed. there was a slight, amused grin tugging at his lips. “well, your mama is right.” at the sudden softness of his voice, your daughter sank down into her chair and avoided his eyes. “… you’re my papa, aren’t you?”

-> kaiser swallowed hard. “yes.” “why didn’t you come to my birthday, then?” your heart broke, and the way kaiser’s fingers tightened around your hand showed you that his did as well. “i didn’t, um… i’ll be there for your next one, if you’ll have me.” “will you bring me more choco bears?” “all the choco bears you could ever dream for.” that wins her over. “okay!”

-> she lost interest in the conversation after that and tuned you out while she played a game on your phone. though she wasn’t paying attention, you kept your voice low as you leaned closer to your ex-husband

-> “i’m sorry for never texting. it was wrong of me to keep her from you.” kaiser squeezed your hand in return, trying to show you an ounce of comfort. “it’s not okay, but it’s the past. we can’t change the past, we can only… move on.” the kaiser you knew would never say something like that, and it left you reeling

-> “i want to be in her life, y/n.” “i want that, too. i want us to start over, micha. can we try? as her parents? as friends?” his smile is pained, but his voice is determined. “yes.”

isagi yoichi

-> thankfully, isagi didn’t fight you anymore that day and went home. you got his number from bachira, texting him a time and date to officially meet his daughter

-> “mama, what if he doesn’t like me?” after you told your daughter what was happening, her smile faded into a pout. you quickly hugged her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “no, baby, don’t think like that. he won’t hate you!” “but what if—“ “if he hurts your feelings, uncle bachira and i will hurt his much worse.” you made a silly face to make her laugh and tickled her side before sending her to bed

-> isagi was prepared when he arrived at your house the next morning with breakfast and flowers. peeking around your legs, your daughter gasped at the sight of the sweet pastries. she was on the shyer side, so while you could tell she wanted to grab them and run to share with her ‘uncle,’ she wouldn’t move unless given the go-ahead

-> you took the items from isagi’s hands and offered him a polite smile. “thank you.” as you reached for the flowers, you handed the box of pastries to your daughter and scoffed when she darted into the kitchen with her goodies

-> isagi awkwardly rubbed his nape, still standing in the doorway. “i want to apologize for how i acted yesterday. i was shocked and angry and i took it out on you.” you shook your head and stepped aside for him to enter. “i… understand. why you were angry, i mean. that doesn’t mean i appreciate getting yelled at, but i know that if i was in your position, i’d be upset, too.”

-> “then why not tell me? why keep her from me all these years? i would have loved being a dad, y/n.” something in his voice caught, and the sound felt like driving a knife through your chest. “i know things got all fucked once we got married, but you were my best friend first. i should have checked in on you. i should have paid closer attention. i should have at least sent a text, making sure you were alright.” “yoichi—“i’m not saying it’s all my fault, and i’m still pretty pissed at you for keeping this from me, but i made mistakes, too.”

-> brushing off the silence that fell between you, you put your differences aside and beckoned isagi into the kitchen, where your daughter was drooling over a chocolate croissant. “you can eat if you’re hungry,” isagi offered with a smile, and your daughter didn’t need to be told twice before devouring the pastry

-> “are you really my dad?” isagi choked on his muffin. “um, yeah..” “okay. are you gonna live here now?” “sweetheart—“ “i work a lot,” isagi began with a gentle look. “but if your mom lets me, i’d love to be around more. maybe take you to or pick you up from school.”

-> your daughter loves school, so the fact that he mentioned it all on his own made her eyes sparkle. “really?! and we can go to the park after!” “if that’s what you want—“ “and eat more yummy pastries!” isagi was laughing now. “okay, and eat more pastries. that sounds like a plan.”

shidou ryusei

-> “this is miss poofikins!” your daughter said as she shoved a teddy bear with a tutu into shidou’s arms. “and this is princess buttersquash!” a yellow unicorn. “and that’s fred!” fred was a green monster plushie that you actually got from a pet store, she loved it too much to let you leave without it

-> shidou, slightly overwhelmed, graciously accepted the toys and held them close to make sure none of them fell on the floor. “wow, sachi. i’m so jealous!” your daughter beamed and ran off to grab more from her collection, leaving you alone again with your ex-husband

-> “listen,” you began slowly. “you don’t have to stay. you can walk away now if this is too much. i can handle her on my own—“ “don’t.” you waited for him to continue. “she’s… y/n, i want to be apart of her life. of both your lives. i wasn’t talking out of my ass when i said i’ve changed since we were married.” “… i know.”

-> still holding all three plushies with his arms and chest, shidou reached out and grasped your hand. “i’m serious, y/n. i want this, more than anything. fuck, more that soccer, i think.” you didn’t know why, but your eyes began to ache with incoming tears. “ryu…”

-> his arms were around you before the first tears fall. you laughed when sachi’s plushies pressed between your bodies, but slowly hugged him back regardless. “i’m so sorry, ryusei. i’m so sorry for keeping her from you. for believing that, that,” you couldn’t think of a word insulting enough to describe all you felt for your mother, so you settled with, “bitch.”

-> his laugh rumbled through your body. “whatever. let’s not waste anymore time. i’m here now, i’m all in, if you’ll let me be.” “i will. i want you here with us. with me. i can’t… i don’t want to do this alone anymore.”

-> you felt his lips against your temple, and though there was nothing romantic about the kiss, it made you feel warm inside. “let’s go check on our girl, alright?” you hummed and squeezed shidou once more before letting go. “yeah.”

chigiri hyoma

-> “so…” “so.” “… why is your hair so long?” “😐”

-> you can’t help but snicker at the conversation going on between your son and his father. despite his young age, hikari has a large personality, and you can tell chigiri sees himself before the injury in him

-> “so you, like, play soccer?” “why do you talk like you’re twelve? you’re only six.” “yeah, six inches deep in your—“ “hikari! you really need to stop hanging out with those fifth graders.”

-> despite himself, chigiri laughs. “do you even know what that means, kid?” “…” you rub the ache from your forehead and sigh. “well, i’m at a loss. where do you boys wanna go from here? we fighting for custody, or will this be civil?”

-> chigiri shoots hikari a look before blinking at you. “um, is he allowed to hear this?” “he’ll find out eventually, might as well get his say.” “but he’s six.” “six inch—“ you cover his mouth with your palm. “are you gonna come around, or am i doing this alone?”

-> your bluntness surprises your ex-husband. “i’m in this.” “good,” you nod, posture slouching. “‘cause i am so tired, hyoma.”

-> it’s getting late, so you excuse yourself to tuck your son into bed before you can return to your conversation with your ex. “mom?” “yes, hun?” “do i have to change my name to chigiri hikari? cause that sounds dumb..” you chuckle and give him a kiss on the forehead. “no, you don’t have to change your name. tell me, though… how do you feel about having him around more?”

-> hikari doesn’t hesitate. “well, he’s fun to make fun of, and he’s my dad, right? he should be around… and you won’t be lonely when i’m not here if he’s around.” “oh, honey, don’t worry about me. all i want is for you to be safe and happy, okay?” “okay. g’night.”

-> you find chigiri exactly where you left him. “i have a spare bedroom, if you’d like to stay. i don’t know what your situation is like right now, but if you want to stay and help raise your son, rent is due on the 11th.” “rent?” “mhm! i pushed him out of me and have been providing for six years. you can pay rent.” “… i’ll have your check ready in the morning.”

BONUS! itoshi rin (i had a few reqs for him :p)

-> “will you come play more tomorrow?” your daughter asked. rin’s soft smile fell, but only for a second. “i actually have to fly back to work tomorrow.” “oh..” “but how about this weekend?” she lit up. “really?!”

-> you smiled as you watched the two interact. they’d gotten so comfortable with each other so quick, and your daughter even asked rin to hold her when her legs got tired from standing

-> you weren’t surprised when you checked on them after cleaning up to find emi fast asleep in her dad’s arms. the sight made you want to cry, and you were overcome by a wave of guilt that left tears in your eyes

-> when rin noticed your presence, he gave a small finger-wave, trying not to move too much with the six-year-old in his arms. “hey,” he whispered when you moved to sit on the floor beside his legs

-> “how was it today?” you asked him, fingers toying with the end of your daughter’s navy blue dress. he hummed. “good. she’s a great kid, y/n. you did good.”

-> your exhale was shaky as you dropped your face into your hand. “i feel so awful, rin. how did this happen to us? i should have been the bigger person, not for me, but for her. she didn’t deserve to lose all these years with you just because i wasn’t brave enough to reach out and—“

-> the feel of rin’s fingers grazing your jaw shut you up. his eyes are intense and glimmering as he stares down at you. “don’t. there’s no point anymore. i’m here now, that’s what matters. that and her.” you nod and sink into his touch. “that and her.”

pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3

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bbybhr · 2 days ago

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Escalofriante

Sevika didn't have much to cherish while growing up...but that wouldn't stop her from cherishing you...it would however make her fear losing you

Sevika has many talents, a great many, but a way with words isn't in the list. She's more a woman of action, of doing. So, since the start of your relationship, she hasn't talked much about her feelings, but she's practically spoiled you with acts of service. She'd ensure you ate, that you were well-rested, that you received everything you wanted. A kiss on your forehead and lips before sleep was a must, even if she had to return home just to kiss you and then go back to work. With that being said, you were not only content of what you two had, but the thought of her not talking wouldn't even surface as an issue in your deepest contemplations. You were happy, she was happy, and that's what mattered. So, to say you were shocked that night at her emotional outburst would be an understatement. It was a quiet night, the kind where you'd simply hug and listen to each other's breathing patterns. You didn't expect her to break the silence.

"I want to hold you like this forever," she said, so softly it made you question if you'd heard anything.

"What?" you asked, raising your head to look at her, before she gently pushed it down and pulled you closer.

"Don't...I want to talk...I need to talk," she insisted.

"About what?" you asked, now completely relaxed in her arms.

"About this feeling..." she said with a frown, as if questioning her own sanity. "Since the day I met you, I've had this weird feeling...all over my mind...my chest...my stomach...it's like...it's growing every day. Like I just ate a whole bunch of little yous, and they're running through my mind every damn second...punching my heart." She was struggling, and it showed. You let her continue, smiling in her embrace. "I've never had this feeling...it's like I want to know every secret you have, even the stupid ones that make me want to laugh and kiss you, or just go headfirst through a wall...I...I want to see you every day...I want people to ask me where you are...not that I'd answer the bastards, but still."

You laughed, unable to control the feeling that bubbled up inside you—the excitement that made you tingle. She paused, looking down at you with a smile and a look that spoke volumes.

"What would I give to hear this sound every day..." she said, her hand coming up to caress your cheek. "What would I give to just see you like this...how could I...how could I hold you so you could never escape it...so nothing takes you away?" she said, her voice now carrying a hint of worry. "I'd fight them off, you know that, right? I wouldn't fail...not if it's about you...never when it's about you."

You knew that, and you kissed her, silencing her worry in a way that proved it that you knew that... Sevika had many talents. One of them was proving you wrong when you thought she couldn't express her feelings.

#sevika one shot #sevika reader #sevika x reader #sevika arcane #sevika #fluff #i need #dialogue

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daisybvck · 1 day ago

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Bucky is bad at stalking…

Pairing: Stalker!Bucky x reader

Warning: 18+ (MDNI)

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• It has been a WHILE since Bucky has felt anything for any women, or even felt a women. He used to be such a charmer in the 40’s and now he’s so out of his comfort zone with the new and modern world, he doesn’t even know how to approach a woman

• Bucky’s therapist suggested that he should look for another purpose in life than fighting alongside the avengers. Other than getting his hands dirty and bloody. He was over 100 years old and needed to find something to cling to in between missions – a new hobby, an interesting course, an intriguing book, perhaps a lover? So Bucky took leave for a couple of weeks.

• And soon afterwards he manages to find his new purpose, when you accidentally bumped into his broad chest on the street. Such a petrified yet kind creature you were, smiling at his cold gaze. That object of his desires was you.

• Stalker!Bucky takes watching over you as a point of honor, to make sure nobody bothered you, no creeps followed you home. Oh he knew your address by now, because Bucky had to make sure you returned from work safely. And he was so patient. The soldier kept his distance watching over from his motorcycle, hidden between the shadows.

• However, Stalker!Bucky became bolder, sneaking into your home when you were out. His massive figure looming around your personal spaces not even hesitating before digging straight to the panties drawer.

• Stalker!Bucky would stuff one pair of your underwear at the time into his loose trousers - he might need them and your smell later that evening, at the confinement of his own house. This was the closest he could get to you, at least for now.

• But you couldn't ignore the strange smell that lingered in the air as you just returned home. It was foreign, yet pleasant - a simple male cologne with a tint of burned wood. But you were living alone! And who messed around with your decor? You could swear that the bunny figure was standing next to the bookshelf, not near your plants.

• Stalker!Bucky wanted to be acknowledged by you, to gain your precious and sweet attention. He often wondered how soft your hands were, what your hair smelled like, what your laugh sounded like... how tight your pussy would squeeze around him when he finally lay his hands on you.

• Obviously you noticed the strange presence of that man at some point. He followed you like a shadow and it made you feel eerie. Bucky, as you learned, happened to be shopping at the same grocery shop, sometimes joining you on a walk in the nearest park. Or when the engine of your car couldn't start and he offered to give you a ride. He was your new friend, right?

• The coincidences were a little too perfectly planned out to be accidental.

•The man was so intimidating that you accepted his invitation on a date in a pub. You excitedly put on a little, black dress that accentuated your body a little too good to be true for Stalker!Bucky.

• To your surprise the date was going surprisingly well - Bucky was a good listener, charmed by your personality and never pushing you to the dance floor if you clearly stated that you didn't want to. He didn't even try to sneak his coarse palms under the hem of your dress!

•The false sense of security got you a little too tipsy - perhaps a few drinks too much got you all tired, overwhelmed and whiney.

•It was you who climbed into Bucky’s big lap and placed your head over his shoulder. He smelled so nice, so familiar... And his embrace was warm. But it left you confused, you didn't drink that much, didn't you?

• “That enough for today? Let's get you to bed, sweetheart”

• Bucky stated, brushing some loose strands of hair away from your blushed face and you nodded weakly. You didn't remember when he seated you in the passenger seat of his car or when he helped you get through the front doors.

• And when Stalker!Bucky finally got you dizzy and cuddled beneath his bedsheets, he couldn't be fucking happier in his entire, miserable life.

• At that moment Bucky didn't want to worry what your reaction would be in the morning, when you realized that the doors were sealed tight with you inside Bucky’s house. Your new home.

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hi cuteness!! I cannot wait for pt 2 of your toby fic to arrive.. I am literally refreshing every chance grahhhhh >-<

any thoughts on toby x fem reader and kind of like ur recent one of reader giving head after a long day but just the other way around??? dying and begging for soft anything with toby, penetrative or not!!! I hope you're doing well and I feel awful for requesting bc you seem so busy!

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hello my love!! thank you so so much i know this is long overdue but don’t everrrrrr feel bad for requesting! your girl is booked and busy but that’s the way I like it! constant stream of toby thirst fuel? yes puhleasee

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Toby Rogers x F!Reader [NSFW!]

WC: 7.1k

Summary: Toby works so hard just to make it home to you. He wants to make sure you know that.

CW: mentions of death and injury, semi-detailed descriptions of murder, blood, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, praise and sweet talk, little bit of overstimulation, hair pulling, biting, scent kink?? I guess, unsafe sex, established relationship, they’re so in love it’s sickening.

NSFW under the cut! Minors do not interact!

He did this all for you.

The blood on his hands, the heaviness of his muscles, how his eyelids drooped with fatigue even though his mission was hours from being over. Toby did it all for you. All just to keep you safe, comfortable, and happy.

Ever since he had met you, you had been his driving force. Knowing that being close to you was dangerous, but being too selfish to stay away anyways. Because of that, he forced himself to work overtime - picking up more missions, harder missions, proving his worth and dissuading any suspicion that might be building up around him. It was tiring work, but it was worth it, because in return he got rewarded with the warmth of your body against his.

Your soft skin, pressed against his calloused and scar ridden body. Your hair, always smelling so sweet because of that strawberry shampoo you loved so dearly. Your eyes, always warm and brimming with love as you looked up at him like he was the only man in the world. The gentle melody that was your voice, speaking his name like it was holy scripture.

It was hard to think about anything other than you, even when he was knee deep in carnage and sinew - blood caking onto his skin with each brutal swing of his hatchets. It was more like working on autopilot, barely even mentally present as his blade cracked open the skull of some unfortunate soul who had made their way onto his hit list.

He just had to get it done. Because once it was all over, he could skip right on home to you - and promptly bury himself in your warmth if you’d allow it.

He just wanted to pull you in close, nuzzle into your hair and breathe your scent in deep. Wash away the sickly smell of copper with the sweetness that clung to you daily. Wanted to sink his fingers into your soft, yielding flesh - dig into your hips and leave indentations behind. Slip down lower to rake his nails against the fat of your ass.

Part his lips and taste you. Licking across your neck to gather the taste of your perfume mixed with sweat, travel down to your cleavage and nuzzle into the valley of your breasts, feeling your heartbeat thump against his cheek.

He wouldn’t normally call himself desperate, but you brought it out in him. You were the perfect woman, in his eyes. Not a single flaw - like god had sculpted you to be someone pulled straight from his dreams. He constantly wondered how he managed to get you, constantly worried that someday he may lose you, and so therefore - constantly wanted to be as close as possible.

On days like today, when he was five hours deep into a mission two hours away from you - it was truly a taxing endeavour to not think about you every second you were apart.

“Rogers! I think he’s dead.” Tim’s voice snapped Toby out of his daydream quickly, tugging him back into the brutal present that he was unfortunately a part of. Kneeled above a mangled corpse, fingers still curled around the handles of his two hatchets, staring down at a face that was more mush than discernible features.

“H-Huh?” Toby faltered, eyes blinking slow as he took in the gruesome scene beneath him - such a stark contrast to the cushy daydream he had just been swimming through. “Oh.” He lowered his weapons and dropped them to the ground beside him, then looking up to Tim, who was staring down at him with a pretty unimpressed expression. “Y-Yeah, I guess you’re ruh-right.”

“Made such a fuckin’ mess.” Tim huffed softly as he examined the sight before him - the smashed head of Toby’s victim practically melting into the ground below it, and the perpetrator completely soaked from the chest up with blood and gore. It was no secret that Toby was the most… Eccentric, out of their little rag tag group of killers, and his victims really got the short straw, but the cleanup for this would probably tack an extra hour onto their time here. “Did you really have to turn him into minced meat?”

If Toby was being honest, he barely remembered the kill at all. Had been too preoccupied living in the fantasy world in his mind, where he was already home and nestled between your thighs. A place he would much rather be than here, and his heart ached knowing you were sat at home waiting for his return.

Were you snuggled up in one of his sweaters while having a little nap to pass the time? Maybe cozied up by the fireplace, working through that book he had bought you a few weeks ago? Whatever you were doing, he wished he was there to watch you do it. Be with you, while you did it. You always slept best curled up against his chest anyway.

“I d-dunno. Wasn’t- chirp! -wasn’t thinking.” He muttered back, slowing pulling himself up onto his feet, leaving two indents in the ground below him where his knees had once dug in.

“Clearly.” Tim snorted and rolled his eyes, before digging into his jacket pocket and pulling out a carton of smokes. He tapped two out of the pack and promptly slotted one between his lips, before lazily tossing the other one at Toby - who fumbled to catch it. “Clean this up. Me and Brian are almost ready to go.”

And so he did, grumbling in annoyance to himself as he cleared away and disposed of what was left of his victim. The longer it took, the more antsy he got, the soft buzz of nicotine not even doing anything to dissuade the impatience flowing through his veins. He just wanted to be home. Just wanted to be home with you, where everything was tenfold better. Where all the blood and grime was just a distant memory, where he could just live as a human being - not as a tool.

By the time he was done, he was aching for you.

Images of you flashing behind his eyelids the whole drive home, fingers itching and twitching with the craving to smooth against your skin. He knew it was desperate, and downright pathetic how he could barely stomach half a day away from his girlfriend - but he didn’t care. If he had it his way, you’d be at an arms reach at all times.

But maybe, time away from you just made seeing you again that much better.

Though he was tired, he made it to the door of your shared cabin in record time - fishing his keys out of his pocket to unlock it. Then, he was pushing it open, and immediately scanning the area. You weren’t in the living room, and he couldn’t hear you milling about in the kitchen. Kicking off his boots and setting his hatchets down on the bench in the entryway, he wandered through his home - peeking into the kitchen just to be sure you weren’t just being quiet.

When he didn’t find you, he padded off to your shared bedroom, absentmindedly tugging his goggles off of his head and wiping blood from the lenses with the bottom hem of his hoodie.

The door was cracked, and so he slowly pushed it open with his shoulder, before being greeted with a sight that nearly made him melt into a puddle against the hardwood flooring.

You were curled up in the sheets, lips parted and eyes fluttered shut as soft slow breaths slipped from your mouth. Your hair was fanned out against the pillow below your head, the fingers of your right hand still curled around the pages of the book you had been reading. You were wearing one of his t-shirts, the material hanging loose and flowy over your peaceful body - swaddled in his scent, which had presumably lulled you to sleep.

So beautiful. It nearly knocked the wind out of him every time he gazed upon you, but especially right now. It was as if an angel had dropped straight from heaven, and landed in his bed.

Once he broke free of the lovestruck stupor that had frozen him in place, he was moving immediately. Gravitating towards you like one magnet to another, tugging off his bloodstained sweater to leave him in just a (arguably) clean black t-shirt. His hands were still bloody, as was his face, but he couldn’t stand another moment without touching you - especially when you looked so lovely. And so, he slid into bed next to you, knowing that you’d probably chastise him for staining the sheets but not caring in the slightest.

His arms snaked around your torso, wrapping you in an embrace as he pulled you in close to his chest. Smiling softly to himself at the soft, sweet little sleepy grumble you let out from being disturbed. Next, his legs intertwined with yours, and his face found a home in the crook of your neck - wrapping you up so completely in his warmth, it seemed as if he was trying to meld into you completely.

“P-Pretty girl.” Toby murmured softly next to your ear, before planting a soft fleeting kiss against the lobe. “Missed you.”

You shift, clearly being tugged from your slumber by his presence, and so he presses further - nuzzling into your neck with a content hum, fingers drawing lazy patterns on your stomach through the fabric of your t-shirt. Then again, he kisses your skin. Again, when you start to stretch your limbs and let out a yawn. Again, when your eyes are slowly fluttering open. Peppering the length of your neck with soft pecks, so that you’d wake up while being showered in his love.

Maybe, the nicest thing to do would just be to let you sleep, but he had been restless all day. He needed to hear your voice, and see your smile, or he knew he’d barely catch a wink of sleep.

“Toby?” Is the first word you mumble when you come to, your voice raspy and thick with sleep - laced with a combination of confusion and hope.

“Who e-else?” Toby chuckles softly in reply, as his slid his hands downwards until they were resting against your hipbones - giving a gentle squeeze before tugging you in closer. Slotting you against him completely, like he’d die if he wasn’t pressed against you in every way possible. “Missed you.” He repeats again, knowing now that you’d actually hear him, before punctuating his words with yet another gentle kiss. This one, on the slope of your shoulder.

“Missed you too.” You hum back to him, eyes fluttering at the feeling of his lips dancing across your skin. Leaving a patch of tingles wherever he made contact, sweet gentle kisses that lit you up completely. Body still heavy with sleep, muscles and limbs stiff and achy, but slowly unfurling as his gentle touches coaxed out a comfortable relaxation. “Missed you more.”

A soft chuckle rumbles from Toby’s chest, and you can feel the vibrations of it against your back. He drags his nose up the side of your neck, before nuzzling into your hair and taking a deep breath in - relishing in the warmth that flooded his veins as the sweet scent of you swirled around his head.

“Y-Yeah?” He murmurs back to you. “So much th-that you fell asleep?”

“Hey!” You grumble back to him, eyebrows furrowing together as you try to crane your neck back to look at him. It’s practically an impossible venture though, with the way he’s curled up into you. “You were gone for a while. Have you checked the time?”

“I know, I-I know.” Finally, Toby peels himself from your body, but not to move away, only to shift. Rolling onto you gently, pressing you back into the soft sheets so that he could actually get a good look at that pretty face of yours. Eyes still hazy and sleepy, the cutest little pout on those plush lips. Laid beneath him all soft and sweet, like a gift to be unwrapped. All of the misfortune and gore that seemed to follow him around didn’t hold an ounce of weight during times like these, as far as Toby was convinced - he was the luckiest man in the world. “I’m just k-kiddin’, baby. I’m sorry I got home s-so late.”

He reaches up to cup your face with his stained hands, smoothing the pads of his thumbs against your cheeks. It’s the most beautiful sight, when you melt into the touch, leaning into him though the evidence of his crimes was still streaked across his skin. You never minded though, you were always so forgiving of him, even if you knew deep down how wretched he was.

“Could’ve at least showered before you woke me up.” You hum back to him softly, eyes scanning across his face - lingering on every speckle of blood that stood out so starkly against his pale skin. The thought of how it got there, what he had done before coming home to you, it should make you nauseous - but it didn’t. It never did. For reasons you couldn’t begin to try and explain, more easily just chalking it up to be because you loved him. “You’re gonna stain the sheets.”

“I’ll wash ‘em.” Toby laughs softly, eyes crinkling at the corners before he was dipping his head down to nudge into the crook of your neck once more. His breath warm against your skin, fingers rough as they trailed down your jaw to rest under the swell of your breast.

“You won’t.” You huff back to him, the annoyance in your voice a complete facade that proved obvious when your lips twitched upwards at the corners. Your hand comes up, lazily threading into the messy hair atop his head as he goes back to leaving sloppy kisses against your skin - his teeth grazing against you every now and then, causing your arms to pebble with goosebumps.

“I will.” Shifting to fully straddle you, Toby’s thighs rest on either side of your hips, caging you in. His hand wanders not enough to cross the line, but enough to make his intentions clear as he gently cups your breast with his palm - feeling the weight of it, braless in his hold. Fingers twitching and jerking as he tried his best to be as gentle as possible. It was hard to be, when you were so soft it was if your body was begging for him to sink in deep - but he didn’t want to be rough with you.

Though you did always look so lovely, marked with the evidence of his claim, he wanted to leave your skin spotless tonight. Treat you with the carefulness of someone handling fine china. Because that’s what you deserved, really, for putting up with all that you did. For putting up with him. Caring for him. Looking past all of his misdeeds like they were nothing.

You were a goddess. A saint. And so it would only be fair, to worship you like one. “I j-just really missed you.” He gently palms your breast, as his other hand trails down to cup your waist, all while his kisses slowly turned more and more insistent. Lips parting, tongue darting out to lave at your neck, savouring the flavour of your skin on his tastebuds. Breathing you in, caressing the skin his hands had ached to touch all day, unable to get enough now that you were beneath his fingertips. “Left you a-alone for way too long.”

“I passed the time.” You murmur to him, letting out a little sigh as a shudder goes down your spine, unable to help the way your body responded when Toby was showering you in such tender affection. Not being hasty, or greedy, paying ample attention to every spot before he moved onto the next.

“Yeah?” His thumb rolls over your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt, a small rumble of appreciation vibrating from his chest at the feeling of it perking up under his touch. His teeth nip your earlobe lightly, and his other hand squeezes your waist gently, before he’s asking; “W-What did you do?”

It’s a little hard to answer, when you have your boyfriend on top of you, seemingly hellbent on slowly but surely riling you up to a maddening degree. Giving you just enough to leave you wanting more, generating a heat that was trickling down your body - lower and lower until you were squeezing your thighs together. Trying to stay put together, but failing, because every touch was pulling you undone more and more - evident by the flush that had started to creep onto your cheeks.

Still though, you try anyway.

“Went on a walk.” Toby squeezes your breast gently, kneading the supple flesh in his palm as he lets out a barely audible groan against your skin. “F-Finished that scarf I was trying to make.” Your thighs were twitching, breathing growing shakier as Toby lips trailed from your neck to your collarbone - nudging the collar of your shirt out of the way to gain access to more skin.

“B-Busy girl.” He mumbles against you, making your hips jolt when his fingers teasingly dipped under the hem of your shirt - pleased to find that you were only wearing panties beneath it. “What else?” He doesn’t touch you fully, not yet, settling instead on just grazing his fingers against the lace, giving you the ghost of his touch and nothing more. He wanted you melting before he even got you bare. Wanting to savour this, not wanting to rush it after spending all day salivating over the thought of it.

This wasn’t about him though, when you peeled back all the layers of his desperation, this was all about you. Treating your body with the tenderness it deserved, working you up in an almost delicate manner, leaving you shaky and breathless before he even touched you proper. Absolutely dripping for him, by the time he got a taste.

And well, he was succeeding. You were sure that the warmth you were bathed in was radiating off of you, your impatience clear when your hips jumped at the slightest touch. Searching, begging for friction to placate the ache between your thighs. You could feel your panties growing damp, slickness pooling between your folds as Toby played your body like a damn fiddle. Always knowing just how to touch you to make you squirm, how to make your breathing go shallow in just a matter of moments.

“Practiced- ah!” A surge of pleasure ricocheted through your body the moment his fingers dipped down lower, doing nothing more than just pressing against your cunt lightly - but having you so worked up by now that it’s enough to make your entire body buzz. “Practiced piano, a- a little bit.”

“Mm, y-you’ll have to play f-for me sometime.” Slowly, he rubs gentle circles against you through your panties, his own breathing hitching as your slick wets his fingers through the fabric. “Bet you’re g-getting real good.”

He finds your clit with ease, pressing down against it and rolling it under the pad of his thumb. And you just get wetter, he can feel it, see it when he pulls his head back to look at you properly. The sheen of your arousal dampening the insides of your thighs, pussy pulsing and twitching under his touch. Crying for it, your body begging him for more so earnestly.

“T-Toby-“ You whimper softly, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as you gaze up at him. His messy hair is falling over his eyes, the freckles on his cheeks drowning in the pink flush that had begun coating his skin. His eyes are dark, hungry, yet brimming with awe as they stay locked on your barely clothed cunt. The muscles in his forearm flexing every time his fingers moved against you. The sight of him above you, just proves to take you higher, and you can’t help it when a downright pitiful little whine slips from your lips. “I need you to touch me, please.”

“I am t-touching you, baby.” His voice is low and rough as he rubs tight circles against your clit, sparking up a pleasure that rolled through your body and made your limbs feel gooey. “You n-need more?”

His gaze flicks up to meet yours, irises clouded in desire so potent he may as well have had hearts in his eyes. Then, his hand stills, leaving you yearning for more, and hopeful that you’ll get it when his fingers hook under the waistband of your panties instead. “P-Pretty pussy’s begging f-for it, hm?” He tugs, slowly tugging your underwear down your hips, pausing to let you lift a bit before he’s pulling them the rest of the way off. Fingers grazing the outsides of your thighs, leaving a trail of tingles against your skin. “Can’t-Can’t leave you hanging. E-Especially since I’ve been wanting it just as bad.”

Toby shifts his body, sliding down the bed until he finds himself at eye level with your glistening cunt, hands gripping the backs of your thighs as drool pooled in the corners of his lips. He can feel it when it seeps out of his mouth gash and drips down his jaw, but it’s the least of his worries - despite how desperate he knows it must make him look. That was alright. Desperate was exactly what he was, and you deserved to know that you had him wrapped about your finger. “Spent all day th-thinkin’ about you.”

He leans in, pressing his cheek against your thigh before he’s turning his head to plant a kiss against the sensitive skin. Parting his lips to really taste you, letting his teeth peek out just to make you jolt. “Thinkin’ about h-how beautiful you are. How badly I j-just wanted to forget it all and come home to you as soon as p-possible.”

You can feel his stubble tickle your skin as he slowly works his way down your thigh, closer and closer to your aching core - lapping up the sweat and slick smeared across you. Your head feels hazy, heart thudding in your ears, the heat within you just burning hotter and hotter each time his mouth connected with your skin. “Thought about h-how lucky I am. How much I hope I m-make that clear to you.”

“You do.” You gasp out, bringing a trembling hand down to tangle in his hair once more - curling into the fluffy brown strands and gently tugging him in closer. Impatience getting the better of you, which is rewarded by Toby giving you a sly little smile with eyes glinting under hooded lids.

Was it too much to say that Toby looked best between your thighs? Maybe, but it was simply the truth. Skin flushed and eyes dark, looking at you like you were a feast and he was nothing but a starving dog. Long lashes fanning against his cheeks, lips glistening with drool that had begun accumulating in his mouth.

And the best part? You never had to ask. He just loved being there. Loved putting all of his effort into making you feel good. He’d spend hours there, if you let him - lapping at your heat until his jaw locked up. Ignoring the ache in his own pants in favour of drinking in release after release he managed to pull from you.

And he said he was the lucky one.

“D-Do I?” He asks, before pressing a soft kiss to your already swollen clit. His grin only widens when he feels the grip on his hair tighten. “I’m glad. Sh-Should I make it even more clear?”

“Please.” You couldn’t be bothered to try and act coy right now, your mind clouded and your body reaching a fever pitch. You feel like you’re melting in his hands, slipping through his fingers as he reduces you to a pool of mush. You could barely comprehend it, having gone to sleep alone, then waking up to the whirlwind of affection Toby had swept you up in. You weren’t complaining though, far from it. You were pleading for more.

And who was Toby, to deny his girl?

“I-I’ve got you.” Toby’s voice, thick with desire, rings in your ears as his hands push against your hips - pinning them to the bed to stop them from bucking up impatiently. Keeping you locked firm in his grasp, all his for the taking. “Ju-Just lie back and r-relax, alright? You know I’ll take care of you.”

That, you did know, and he just proves it more when his tongue meets your cunt mere moments later. He licks a long, flat stripe from your hole to your clit - drinking up every drop of your essence like it was the sweetest nectar. To him, it was, so much so that it pulls a moan from his lungs as well as yours. The taste making his brain go fuzzy the moment it met his tastebuds, already getting dizzy just from the feeling of you pulsing under his tongue.

You were divine. Absolutely divine. And he would swear you just got better every time you parted your legs for him. It was no wonder he spent every second away thinking about you, when being with you made him feel as if he was ascending to a higher plane. “Taste so g-good.” He’s slurring against you, eyes fluttering shut as he wholehearted buried his face in your cunt - nose bumping against your clit as his tongue swiped through your folds. His grip on your thighs, though tight, was tender. Thumbs rubbing soft circles against you in an almost soothing motion - though all it was really doing was bringing another source of stimulation. He was gentle, so gentle as he held your legs open. Gentle, as he sucked on your clit before slipping his tongue inside you.

You, were left just a gasping mess on the sheets before him. Legs twitching and hips bucking as he licked into you with languid thrusts, burying his tongue as deep as he could with each swipe. Like he was trying to lick you clean, suck you dry of everything you had to offer. You’d give it to him, easily conceding as melting into him as he drank you in.

He was attentive. Already knowing and keeping track of every little thing that you liked the best. How your walls would tense up around him when he flicked his tongue inside of you, the way you’d cry out when he nuzzled up against your clit while doing it. He knew how to make you feel good, because that was his favourite thing in the world to do after all.

“Ah, Toby-“ That was why. Because you sounded the most beautiful when you were falling apart. Moaning out his name in a tone so sweet, that it stuck to his ears like molasses. He couldn’t get enough of it, and he quite honestly didn’t think that it was possible to. His need for you being an ache that ever persisted, a part of him that would never disappear. And that’s just the way he liked it. Being wrapped around your finger, falling at the feet of the angel he had the honour of calling his lover. “Don’t- Don’t stop-“

He wouldn’t dream of it. Toby could feel your pleasure cresting - the walls of your pussy twitching around his tongue as he licked into you. So wet, it was dripping down his chin. He couldn’t help but moan into you, absentmindedly rutting his hips down against the bed as he doubled his efforts. Barely any friction at all, but the absolute ecstasy he felt just from making you fall apart before him was enough to satiate him.

With fingers curling into the flesh of your thighs, and nails leaving shallow indentations there - you come undone. Gushing right onto Toby’s tongue, for your boyfriend to eagerly lap up. Your body arches off the bed, shoulders bowing as your thighs shake - a chorus of gasped out moans and cries slipping past your lips, red from being bitten raw.

Toby coaxes you through it, low groans rumbling from his throat as his tongue drags against your sensitive folds - flicking at your clit every so often to draw out your pleasure for as long as possible. In all honesty, it’s quite hard for him to relent, even when you start weakly pushing him away because the oversensitivity became too much for you to handle. He just wanted to keep his face buried between your legs, drawing out orgasm after orgasm until your cheeks were slick with tears.

But, he had decided already that he’d be gentle with you, and so he pulls away. Face slick with your release and hair mussed, eyes hazy with a self-satisfied little smile tugging at his lips. “F-Felt good?” He asks softly, smoothing his palms against the backs of your thighs - rubbing the sweat slick skin lovingly.

“Y-Yeah.” You manage to gasp out, your head still reeling from the intensity of your release. Basking in your post orgasm glow with your body near limp beneath him. “That even a question?” Through your blurry vision, you observe Toby, watching the way his expression crinkles when he lets out a low chuckle. How his sweat slick hair sticks up at odd angles when he pushes it off of his forehead. The sheen of your release on his chin, which he wipes away with the back of his forearm. And then, then obvious tent in his jeans that your gaze catches on when it drifts lower.

And well now, that’s just not fair is it?

So, despite how shaky they are, you part your thighs once more as you look up to meet his gaze. A silent offer that you know he wasn’t ignorant to, but you make it clear with words anyway. Just because you knew it would make that blush of his darken even more. “C’mon baby, I can’t be the only one who feels good.”

You let your legs fall open like a flower blossoming in spring, your still twitching pussy on full display for him to feast on. And he does of course, eyes widening minutely at the shameless display below him, his cock jumping to life once more. You really were a goddess. You had to be.

“You’re t-too perfect for your own g-good, you know that?” He asks you as he moves in closer once more, before reaching down to grasp the hem of his shirt and tug it over his head. After shaking his hair out, he does the same to you, stripping off your last piece of clothing and leaving you completely bare. Bare, and beautiful. Flushed all the way down to your tits, chest heaving and skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. “What did I do t-to deserve you, hm?”

You watch with bated breath as his fingers travel down to work on his belt buckle, tugging it free, too impatient to bother tugging it from the loops before he’s popping the button of his jeans.

“I think the same thing about you.” You hum back to him, unmasked desire clouding your eyes as you track the sight of him pulling down his zipper.

“You sh-shouldn’t.” He laughs dryly in response, but his tone is nothing but fond. The zipper comes down, and now you can really see how worked up he is - straining against his black boxer briefs, so hard you think it’s a miracle that he didn’t cream his pants. “I, am not a good p-person by any means.” He barely slips the rest of his clothing off, far too antsy now to be bothered with stripping completely. He needed to be inside of you ages ago, and so he just settles on tugging his underwear down enough to let his cock spring free. “You-“ He nestles himself snug between your thighs, the weight of his length resting heavy against your cunt. “You are just a s-sweet little lamb. Never done anything wrong.” He ruts against you, coating his length in your slickness as he slides between your folds. Making your breath catch every time he nudged your clit with the head.

His eyes flit up to meet yours, finally tearing away from where they had been hard focused on the sight of his cock slipping against your heat. “Except maybe g-getting involved with me.”

“I don’t regret it for a second.” You beam up at him, eyes brimming with nothing short of adoration - because you really did mean it. You knew, that the side Toby didn’t show to you was that of someone ruthless. Someone who butchered people without a second thought, or an ounce of remorse. Someone who, if you were smart, you’d stay far away from.

But you couldn’t. You knew you wouldn’t be able to, from the first day you met him.

And with you, Toby was simply a doting, devoted partner. So could he truly be so bad?

And was it selfish of you to look past it all, even if he was?

Maybe. But a little bit of selfishness is needed, if happiness is what you seek.

“G-God, I love you.” Toby breaths out, voice shaky and strained. You try to respond, but he barely gives you a second to before the head of his cock is pressing into you.

Your jaw falls slack, body going pliant as he sinks in inch after inch, bringing with it that delicious fullness he always made you feel. Stretching you open so wonderfully, your cunt yielding to him like you were simply made to take him in. Even when he sunk in so deep it made your toes curl and your brows pinch together. Even when the pressure of him inside you left you breathless.

“I- I love you.” You choke out, the words coming out strained and muddled with ecstasy. More so moaned out, than actually spoken, but that just makes it sound that much more beautiful to Toby’s ears.

“Th-That’s right.” Toby murmurs back to you hoarsely, as he slowly draws his hips back - his grip on your waist never faltering as his cock drags against your walls, just to press back in again. “Say it a-again, pretty girl.” He rocks into you gently, really letting you feel it every time your cunt stretches open to welcome him - the emptiness before he fills you right back up again. “Love hearing you s-say it.”

“I-“ You gasp when he hits your gspot, still so sensitive from your previous orgasm that it’s enough to make your head swim. Your words choke off into a moan, and it’s hard to recover when the feeling of him pressing into you again leaves you near brainless. “I love you, T-Toby.”

Toby can’t help but smile down at you, a heady mix of lust and adoration swimming through his veins at the sound of your whimpered out declarations of love. You were so beautiful that it made his chest hurt normally, but right now especially - crying out how much you loved him, looking so pretty with tears in your eyes while he stuffed you with his cock.

If any of the other proxies could see you like this, he’d bet they’d very quickly understand why his head was always in the clouds while on missions. But then again, he’d also kill them if they ever did.

You were his. His girl. His life. His reason to keep going. And though he wasn’t quite sure if he really truly deserved you, those facts were infallible. He much rather die, than ever let you go. Would willingly come close to death every single day, if it meant he’d be coming home to you.

“Th-That’s my girl.” He murmurs gently, before dipping down low to lick and nip at your jawline - hips never faltering as they rolled into you over and over again. Belt clinking every time his skin met yours. “B-But I love you more. You make me f-feel like the luckiest man in the world.”

God, you were perfect. Sucking him in so eagerly every time he pulled out. Walls wrapping around his cock like a glove, pulsing to the tune of your heartbeat, tightening up in a way that made his mind go blank each time he nudged against that sweet spot within you. Your pussy had him under a spell. Whether he was simply tasting it, or buried six inches deep into it, it brought forth an ecstasy he had never once found elsewhere.

‘Pussywhipped’, Brian had called him once, and he knew it was true. Wore that title with pride, because how the hell couldn’t he be, when he had a cunt this glorious all to himself? It felt like you were moulded to the shape of him, milking him so good that he knew he was already close.

He couldn’t help it. You just felt too good. Always did. But especially, when he had really been missing you. “Y-You feel so good, baby.” He’s groaning into your ear, breathing out hot huffs of breath against your neck that have goosebumps rising on your skin. “S-So good, fuck. This pussy was m-made for me, wasn’t it?”

“Uh huh-“ You’re gasping back to him mindlessly, head stuffed with cotton as your hands lift to grasp at his broad shoulders. Nails raking against his skin before sinking in deep as a means to ground you, but you know he doesn’t mind. He can’t feel the pain. Just the pressure. The desperation in your grip as you cling to him like a lifeline, curling your whole body around him when your legs come up to lock around his waist. “S’all yours.”

“Damn right it is.” He groans against your skin, voice cracking under the weight of the pleasure consuming him. He’s panting against you, sweat rolling off the strands of his hair and dripping onto your skin. Muscles flexing under your grip from exertion as he snaps his hips into you over and over and over again. Chasing your release, more than his, because he can feel it coming. Can feel how your walls start to convulse around him, sucking him in tighter every time he buried himself to the hilt. And if there was only one thing better than you cumming on his tongue, it was you cumming on his cock. “Y-You gonna give me one m-more?” He mumbles huskily as his lips drag against your jaw, angling his hips to hit your gspot on every thrust, relishing in the way your body jolts and your eyes roll back because of it. “Cum on my dick, sh-show me how much you missed me.”

It was like he had you under a spell, with the way the coil snapped at the sound of his voice. Burying your head in his shoulder as you cried out in ecstasy, clawing at his back as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through your entire body.

And with how beautiful you sounded, and how your pussy was squeezing him like a vice, hellbent on milking him dry - it was no surprise that he was tumbling over the edge right along side you.

Toby comes in a flurry of gasps and expletives, pulling out just in time to jerk his cock once, twice, before he’s spilling onto your stomach and chest. Rope after rope of sticky warmth coating your skin and leaving you breathless. You can feel it as it pools in your bellybutton and drips down your sides, staining the sheets below you - but well, they had to be washed anyway, so did it really matter?

“L-Love you.” Is the first thing you hear Toby murmur out when his brain starts to boot back up, face buried in your neck as his cock softens against your thigh. “F-Fucking hell, I love you so much it’s crazy.”

You let out a soft little giggle, chest feeling warm as you pull him in as close as possible without smearing the mess on your skin onto him as well, before pressing a kiss to his jawline. Nuzzling against the stubble there, you murmur;

“Love me enough to clean me up?”

Toby snorts out a laughs and lifts his head just so that you can see it when he rolls his eyes at you, and just like that you’re breaking into a little fit of laughter.

“Wh-Who do you take me for?” He scoffs. “C-Course I will.” Then, he’s sitting up, tucking himself back into his boxers before sitting back on his calves - eyes raking across your naked body as he takes in the damage he caused. “Hm, g-guess I did make a mess, huh?” He doesn’t look the least bit sorry about it. “You look good l-like this, though.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“You would think that.” You laugh, lifting your leg to nudge him softly with your foot. “Go get a towel.”

“Alright, alright.” Toby raises his hands in surrender, before slipping off the bed and retreating towards the bathroom. Not before looking back to take in the sight of you once more though. Okay, twice more. Soon though, he returns with a wet cloth, and making true on his promise - wipes you spotless.

Leaving your stomach and chest clean, dipping between your thighs to gently clean up the mess there too. Not stopping until he was sure that you were before he came and sullied you.

Then, he’s finally kicking off his jeans, and crawling into bed with you once more. Tugging you in close to his chest, just like he had when he first got home.

“You still need to shower.” You murmur to him sleepily, though make no effort to stop him as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. Easily conceding when he reached down to tug the blankets over both of you.

“Mm, t-too tired now.” He murmurs against your skin, and you can feel the way his lips curl up into a sly smile. “I’ll d-do it in the morning.”

You, also too tired to argue about it, simply let out a soft sigh before snuggling into him further - finding comfort in the feeling of his bare chest against your back.

“And you’ll wash the sheets?”

“A-And I’ll wash the sh-sheets.”

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potatoplace · 2 days ago

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start a war

Azriel x Archeron!Mate!Reader

ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist | AO3 Link

Summary: based on this ask - title from Jennie's 'start a war'. Azriel is very protective of you, but you've never been bothered by it. So when your sons are protective of you as well? You're nothing but grateful for their support.

Warnings: some bullying/misogynistic shit from the Illyrians, mentions of wing clipping, I don't think there's anything else

Words: ~2.3k

Author's Note: @romantasyreader28 I'm so happy to finally have this request done for you!! Writing protective Az was sooo fun, I really hope you like it! ☺️🫶

18+ only pls

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Being the second-eldest daughter of the Archeron family, and twin to Nesta, had been tough.

But nothing had been so difficult as being mated to the Shadowsinger of the Night Court, Azriel.

Not that you didn’t love and cherish the male with all of your heart, that wasn’t what was difficult about it.

It was being a former-human-turned-high-fae that was difficult, at least when you were in Illyria with your mate. Which happened to be nearly all the time, now that you lived here with Azriel and your soon-to-be-born twin boys.

As much as Azriel detested the ways of his people, he couldn’t bear to see his children outcast by them entirely. So when he had asked you if you would be comfortable moving here, ready for you to reject the notion entirely? You had said yes, even knowing how difficult it could be.

But your Archeron upbringing had trained you well for it, right?

Wrong.

While Nesta had occasionally been cold to you, your father distant, and your mother downright abusive, your upbringing had been nothing to the scorn and hatred shown to you by the Illyrian people, for having dared to be mated to one of them.

Azriel had flown you to the mountains when you had been only three months pregnant, to have the two of you find a suitable plot of land to build your house - well, for Azriel to build your new home. He had fussed over you the whole way, his shadows wrapped around you everywhere that he wasn’t touching, making sure there was no chance that you could be dropped or having any sort of harm befall you on your journey.

You had merely giggled at his overprotective behavior, which had been present since your courting and mateship, but now that you were pregnant? He had gone overboard with it, sending at least five shadows with you everywhere you went that he didn’t, an increase from the usual two. You found it cute, how he just wanted to keep you safe at all times.

The entire time you were in Windhaven, no Illyrians approached the two of you, instead staying a safe distance away, their scornful eyes watching the pair of you closely. You had hardly noticed it at the time, but four months later, when Azriel had finished the cabin and the two of you had moved in?

It was all you could notice.

You were eight months pregnant when you moved in, and from what you had heard of Azriel’s young adulthood, pregnancy was a blessing to be celebrated by the entire war camp.

But no one came to visit with well wishes, not that you’d expected them to, and yet… You had hoped you might be accepted by your new neighbors, at least on a surface level.

You and Azriel made do with your situation, celebrating the birth of your twin boys with the company of your family, one of the happiest days of your life.

When you looked at Azriel, and then to the twin boys sleeping in your arms, you knew that whatever hardships that may come would be worth every second of joy you would have.

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Fifteen. Your twins, Kai and Keiran, were fifteen years of age now, and had already been training in the rings with the older males for five years, giving you plenty to use you cauldron-gifted powers on.

You hadn’t been given much in the way of sheer power by the mythical force, but what you had been gifted was healing magic, which was more than enough for you.

Initially, you had hoped that your ability to heal wounds would have you accepted by the camp, but it actually had the opposite effect. Your sons, and any that you healed, were seen as weak for needing their injuries mended beyond stopping death’s cold hands from taking them.

Still, you healed the younger females in secret, knowing that even with Rhys attempting to change the thinking of the Illyrian people, their lives were hard enough as it was without having scraped hands and knees.

At the current moment, you were washing laundry in the slow paced stream on the edge of the camp, a few paces away from the other mothers and daughters of the camp. They had been staring at you scornfully the entire time you’d been crouched on the bank, scrubbing at the endless pile of Illyrian leathers that your sons went through over the last week.

It wasn’t until you saw the shadow of a pair of wings covering you that you turned around, coming face to face with Devlon.

“Can I help you, Lord?” You asked politely as you set down the leathers, staring up at the male that only came around to make your life difficult.

“Perhaps,” He said coolly, staring down at you with disdain. “It appears that one of the young girls who had her wings clipped last night also seems to have had them healed soon after, leaving her able to fly. Do you happen to know anything about that?”

You blinked up at him, forcing yourself to look confused. “No, I don’t know anything about that, Lord. Perhaps your warriors weren’t able to cut the tendons properly? Also… Isn’t wing clipping forbidden under the High Lord?”

Devlon seethed down at you, raising a hand in the air as if he would strike you.

“Is there a problem here, Lord?”

Kai appeared at your side not a moment later, one wing curling protectively around your back.

“It would be awfully rude of you to strike our mother when you have no proof of wrongdoing,” Keiran said as he stood at your other side, copying his twin’s pose, arms crossed over his puffed out chest.

“Especially if High Lord Rhysand were to find out about the supposed wing clipping that you just asked her about,” Kai added cheerily.

Devlon let out a hiss of annoyance and stormed away from the three of you, and you let out a sigh of relief. You may not be as afraid of him as you once were, but you were still well aware of the threat that the male posed to you.

“Thank you, boys,” you said, giving them each a kiss on the cheek when you finally stood. “What ever would I do without you?” You asked sweetly as you looked at them, carbon copies of their father.

“You’d threaten him all the same, momma,” Kai remarked as he gave you a quick hug. “We should probably get back…”

Keiran leaned in to give you a longer squeeze, pressing your cheeks together as he had since he was a babe. “We’ll see you for dinner, yeah?”

“I’d better,” you warned as they began walking away, wings fluttering lightly in the breeze. “You boys be good!” You yelled after them when they started running back towards the training rings, shaking your head at them.

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Eight months later, Winter Solstice was upon you. This year, your sisters and their mates came to stay in Rhys’s cabin, just a short winnow away from Windhaven. That meant all of you would be attending the festivities in Windhaven, something Rhys had been attempting to do every other year since your boys were born, in hopes of improving relations between the Dreamers and the Illyrians.

Early in the afternoon, though, Azriel was called away to the Hewn City, Keir had caused a scene when Rhys had offered only a short visit from him and Feyre tonight.

You spent the time before your sisters and their mates showed up preparing your boys, dressing them up nicely in fine leathers that you and Azriel had spent the last few months making in secret.

After all, this was the first year that your boys had crushes! You wanted them to look their best for Solstice!

And this morning while you were getting ready, Azriel had surprised you with a gorgeous fur gown that he had made for you in secret as well, perfect for keeping you warm in the snowy Illyrian mountains. He had lowered the gown over your head, then shoulders carefully before guiding your arms through the sleeves, his touch so gentle it brought tears to your eyes. It was only after he had gotten the dress in place that you pulled him in for a kiss, full of all the love you felt for your sweet, dedicated mate.

“Do you like it?” He had asked lowly when you pulled away, his lovely hazel eyes searching yours.

“Azzie, I love it! How long were you working on it?” You’d asked, marveling at the perfect stitching, the white fur trim lining the edges of the tan dress, and of course the sleeves that were fitted to the elbow before billowing out past the edge of your fingers.

“Oh, a few minutes here, a few minutes there,” Azriel had said softly, smiling at your laugh before pulling you in for another kiss, this one more heated.

It was then that Kai and Keiran had burst through your door in search of their outfits, ‘ewing’ when they saw the two of you break away from each other.

That had been eight hours ago, just before Azriel had been called away, and there was still no sign of them. The festivities had already begun, the bonfire already lit - your favorite moment to share with Azriel.

You sighed and poured yourself a glass of wine before wandering over to a bench, not wanting to disturb your sisters at the moment, who were busy canoodling with their own mates. How you wished yours would return at this moment, bringing happiness and warm to this otherwise frigid nights.

Already, you could see the disapproving stares of those around you, your family excluded. It was only a matter of time before the whispers started…

In your fifteen years in Windhaven, you had only been to one Illyrian celebration without Azriel by your side, a harvest festival that your boys had begged to go to, even though their father had been away on the Continent that week. After that, well… You always made sure that Azriel or your boys were with you, if you went to any festivities.

Tonight though, you would deal with the whispers, the stares, the leering males who took the opportunity while Azriel wasn’t around to threaten them over it.

“She looks so pathetic over there, her mate can’t even bother to spend Solstice with her,” one female whispered loudly, smiling at you when you made eye contact with her.

“I bet he’s off fucking someone else,” the person next to her tittered.

“I know I wouldn’t be able to stand touching her,” one of the men nearby said.

“I don’t know, I feel like she’s got to be a freak to keep that bastard entertained,” one of the males chortled, his eyes greedily looking over you.

You were just about to give up and go home, having stood from your spot on the bench, when a pair of strong arms wrapped around you, wings curling around your body next.

You looked up and back, a grin breaking over your face when you saw Azriel’s gorgeous face hovering over yours. “Hi,” you whispered.

“Hello, my love,” Azriel murmured before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. After parting from you, he spun you in his arms, his eyes taking on a more serious look. “How has your Solstice been?”

“Oh… You know…” You trailed off, not truly wanting to discuss the cruel words that had been whispered in your presence.

“Who do I need to take care of?” Azriel growled as he pulled you closer, eyes looking over his wings to see who might have hurt you.

You buried your face in his chest, taking in a deep breath of night chilled mist and cedar before you said the name, directly into his leathers.

“I’m sorry, love, I didn’t quite hear that.”

You sighed, and pulled back from his chest to look in his eyes. “Torin, straight in front of you. And… Everyone he’s standing with.”

Azriel growled again, his eyes locked on the male for a minute before turning back to you. “Are you alright? Do you want to go home?”

“I’m alright, now that you’re here,” you replied with a smile.

Az nodded. “Good. Do you mind if I go talk some sense into them?”

Your smile only grew. “No, go right ahead my love.”

He unfurled his wings from around you, and squeezed you one last time before you stepped to the side, turning to watch as he stomped furiously through the snow over to the group, for once grateful that he hadn’t taken the time to remove his knife belts.

Maybe they would finally learn to stop shit talking you, at least within earshot of you.

In a moment, Azriel had the male pinned to the floor by his neck, one of his boots holding a wing to the ground, painfully if the male’s whimpers had anything to say about the situation.

“The next time I hear that you’ve talking about my wife, I will take you into the ring for your last time, am I understood?” He asked, tightening his hold when Torin didn’t answer. “Am I understood?!”

Torin tapped on Azriel’s arm, nodding as much as he could in his hold. “Yes, yes,” he croaked out once Az let him go, straightening out and leveling the rest of his group with a glare.

“That goes for the rest of you, do you understand?”

The group nodded, wide eyed as they murmured yes, none of them daring to help Torin stand from where he was still laying on the ground, clutching at his throat.

“Good! Now, my sweet mate, would you join me for a dance?” Azriel asked after he turned from the group, his hazel eyes soft and caring once again.

“I’d love nothing more, mate,” you replied, letting Azriel lead you over to the bonfire, where you could see your sisters and mates dancing among the others.

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jinxificada · 20 hours ago

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begs for sub!jinx

I need her at her desk as we fuck her with her own gun. sloppy and shit.

this was asked in december. IN MY DEFENSE!! when i was finishing writing it someone else casually also posted gunplay jinx and it was so similar i got mad for being so slow. and i thought i deleted it but no 😒 here it is.

notes: nsfw, 2,7k wc. based off an ACTUAL sexy time jinx and i had. gunplay, lesbians in love. thanks ari for proofreading (blame it on her if anything doesn't make sense). ENJOY💋

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“you’re so damn needy,” jinx scoffed at you, busying herself with her work. her gaze fixated on the trinkets in her hands, her chair pushed to the side. it was one of those times she was so invested in it that she couldn’t just sit down.

and you were a few meters away, barely blinking as you stare at your workaholic girlfriend.

"damn, well, excuse me for trying to have a conversation with you," you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest as you slumped on the couch.

"you can do that without constantly being up my ass," she shot back, not even bothering to look up from her work.

you huffed, staying quiet for a moment. she was so hot when she was concentrated, eyes wide open, the tip of tongue peeking out from her lips. how long could she keep focusing if you tried to get your way with her..?

you smile to yourself, quietly walking up behind her to surprise her by groping her bum. “hey, watch it—“

“you love me being up your ass.” you hum into her ear.

she snapped, quickly turning her head to glare at you, hoping you wouldn’t notice the faint blush dusting her cheeks at your closeness, "i’m trying to work here, you know."

despite her words, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, betraying her own amusement at your antics.

you giggle, pecking her lips shortly before moving to her neck.

“keep working, then, just let me…” your voice trailed off as you maneuvered her belts to sneak your hand underneath her trousers.

jinx let out a small gasp, her body instinctively tensing up at the feeling of your fingers on her skin. however, she couldn’t deny that the attention was also kind of nice.

"you’re a damn menace, you know that?" she grumbled, her voice still coming out a bit shaky.

"you love it, though," you teased, leaving a few gentle nips to her neck as your hand continued to wander underneath her trousers.

jinx grumbled some more, trying to stay focused on her work as you continued to distract her. though with the way she squirmed under your touch, it was clear it was becoming increasingly difficult.

you pull down her pants and underwear altogether, simultaneously teasing with your tongue the sensitive skin on the edge of her jaw and her earlobe. once no clothes were in the way, you can finally feel how wet she actually is. jinx lets out a small, shaky breath as her body shivers under your touch.

"damn it, you're making it impossible to focus," she grumbles, though her words lack any real irritation.

"that’s the point," you murmur, your fingers slowly moving to tease her entrance. "you work too much, you need to loosen up a bit.”

she lets out a small moan, her body arching involuntarily into yours.

"i-i... i'm never gonna get anything done with you around," she manages to gasp out, her grip on her gadgets tightening.

you chuckle, slowly tracing circles around her entrance with your fingertips. "mhmm," your lips trail down to pepper kisses along her neck. "consider it mandatory self-care."

jinx lets out a snort of laughter. "you're a real pain in the ass, you know that?"

she leans back against you, her head falling back onto your shoulder and giving you more access to her neck.

“i love you so much,” you purred before diving into her smooth skin, painting it with hickeys and love bites. just the weight of her body in your arms made you dizzy with affection.

jinx's breath hitches as your lips and teeth make their mark on her skin, leaving behind a trail of possessive marks.

"love you too," she managed to say, her voice coming out as shaky and breathless as her body shivers with anticipation. "but you're still distracting me from my work," she adds, though her words lack any real conviction. her body betrays her as her hips roll involuntarily against your hand.

you eye down at her gun on the work table, smirking at the flashing idea.

“lemme fuck you real quick, baby,” you insisted, pushing two fingers inside her without warning. not that she needed any, already taking you so well. “come for me just once and i’ll let you go back to work.”

jinx lets out a sharp gasp as your fingers slide inside her, "f-fuck," she moans, her words coming out in between shaky breaths. "that's not... that's not fair.”

she's still trying to hold on to some sense of control, but it's clear that her resolve is slipping.

"one time... that's all you get," she grumbles, her voice still coming out shaky and breathless.

you slip your fingers out, quickly licking them clean as you push her upper body onto the table, making her gasp, the cold surface sending a shiver through her body. she turns her head to glare at you over her shoulder, but it lacks any real heat.

“i remember you wondering how your gun would feel inside you,” you hummed softly, working on her pants to pull them down, your hands soon caressing the curve of her perfect butt.

a small blush dusted jinx's cheeks as you bring up the words she'd said so carelessly in the past.

"i...i didn’t really mean that," she mumbled.

“oh, but you did.” you chuckle, biting your lower lip in anticipation. “you’re dripping wet, baby.”

she really was, her fluids covering her upper creamy thighs. you keep teasing her with your fingers in that position, making sure she’s ready.

"damn it," jinx cursed, her body trembling as she tried to keep her composure. but she couldn't deny the effect your words and your touch were having on her. her breath came out in short, shaky gasps and her hands clenched into fists. "just... just get on with it already," she gasped out, her voice filled with a mix of impatience and need.

you chuckle at her impatience, but you knew that you weren’t any better yourself. taking a step back, you take a moment to admire the sight of her waiting for you, her body on display.

"you’re so goddamn beautiful, you know that?" you murmur, your hands lingering over her body, relishing the feel of her skin under your fingertips.

jinx lets out a small, shaky breath as your hands trail over her body.

"you’re just saying that because you want something from me," she mutters, trying to sound annoyed but not quite managing to hide the huskiness of her voice.

"hey, it's not my fault you're so damn enticing," you murmur, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of her neck as you position yourself behind her. "besides, i think it's working. you look pretty impatient yourself."

a small whine escapes jinx’s lips as you press a kiss to her neck, her body arching back against you.

"i-i’m just tired of your teasing," she grumbles, her voice coming out in a needy whimper.

"but you love it," you hum, nipping at her earlobe as you push her hair away from the back of her neck. "i don't think you're in any position to make demands right now."

jinx lets out a small huff of annoyance, though it quickly turns into a gasp as your lips make contact with her neck. her body shakes against you and she lets out a soft whimper.

"c-cut it out," she grumbles, her voice wavering as my hands continue to caress her body. "you’re driving me insane..."

"i know, baby," you murmur, your lips trailing down her neck and across her shoulder. "you’re so beautiful like this, all needy and desperate for me."

without her noticing, you’ve reached for the gun. jinx is so consumed with the sensations coursing through her body that she doesn't even notice your movements. she’s fully focused on the feeling of your lips on her skin and your hands caressing her body.

your fingers gently move the gun closer between your bodies, careful not to let jinx see what you’re doing. you can't help but grin to yourself as you position the gun in just the right place, ready for what's to come.

you pull back slightly, making sure that jinx can feel the absence of your touch. she lets out a needy whine of protest, her body arching back towards you, searching for contact.

you then press the gun against her lower back, she gasps, her body tensing up at the sudden cold touch of the gun against her skin. she twists her head around, her eyes widening in surprise.

"w-what...?" she starts, her voice coming out in a shaky whisper.

“are you scared?” you murmur softly, tracing a heart shape on her skin with it. you lower it to her ass, hitting her pale skin softly.

jinx lets out a strained gasp at the impact of the gun against her skin, a mixed expression of surprise and arousal flickering across her face.

"i’m not scared, damn it," she grumbles, though her voice comes out a bit shakier than usual. “i just... wasn't expecting that."

you giggle, now teasingly rubbing the gun against her core. jinx lets out a small gasp, her body arching involuntarily into the touch. her breath comes out in short, shaky pants and her hands clenched into fists as she tries to maintain some semblance of composure.

"s-stop playing with me..." she mutters, her voice sounding needy and desperate despite her best attempts to hide it.

"i don't know what you're talking about," you tease, my voice a low murmur against her ear. "i'm just giving you what you asked for, baby."

you pull back to watch the gun disappear between her thighs, slowly to avoid hurting her.

“how does that feel, hm? is this what you wanted?”

jinx’s body trembles with anticipation, her breath coming out in shaky gasps as she feels the gun pressed against her core.

"y-yes..." she whimpers, her words coming out in a needy whisper. "i-i want... i want more..."

she's unable to hide the desperation in her voice, her body arching back against you as if begging me to give her more.

“inside?” you hummed.

jinx lets out a low moan, her body shuddering with anticipation as her eyes flutter shut. her teeth dig into her lower lip, and you can see the struggle she's having to maintain control.

"y-yes... please," she gasps out, her voice tremulous and desperate.

“needy girl." you mutter to yourself, feeling like you’ve won the lottery.

jinx doesn't respond, too overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body, but you can practically feel the heat radiating off her skin.

you push it inside her, easily slipping through her soaked folds. you only put the tip in, paying close attention to her reactions, but she was taking it so well. jinx lets out a soft cry, her back arched to raise her hips, welcoming the intruder between her legs. you start off gentle, pumping it at a calm pace, every time inching in more, just slightly enough to drive her crazy.

“fuck,” she sighs, continuously tensing and relaxing on the desk. “harder..fuck me harder.”

you expected her impatience, and even though you huff at her bossy tone, you give her exactly what she wants.

soon enough, the room is filled with the sounds of gasps and moans, the only thing echoing apart from your voices. her body shakes with pleasure, and she's barely able to form coherent thoughts. her hands clutch at the edge of the table, her knuckles white as she grips desperately.

“say it, jinx,” you huffed, “say who’s making you feel good baby.”

"y-you… it’s you—!” she gasps out in between moans, her voice trembling and breathless as she chants your name like a prayer. "i-i can't take it... it's too much... don't stop, please don't stop."

she's a trembling, whimpering mess, the lines between pleasure and pain blurred to the point where it's almost impossible to tell them apart. her body is sensitive and raw, and every touch, every movement, sends a wave of sensation through her.

you push her further and further towards the edge, watching her come undone little by little. she’s unable to think straight, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her body. she’s a trembling, whimpering mess at your mercy, completely at your mercy, and it's a sight that fills you with a sense of pride and power. you revel in the knowledge that you’re the one causing her to feel this way, that you’re the one bringing her to this heightened state of ecstasy. it’s addictive, the feeling of having this much control over her.

"please..." jinx gasps out, her voice choked with emotion. "please, i-i can't take it any more..."

she's teetering on the edge, balancing on a knife's edge between ecstasy and torment, and you know that it won't take much to send her over the edge.

“you wanna come?” you whisper into her ear, “d’you wanna make a mess on your desk?”

jinx’s body shudders at my words, a low moan escaping her lips.

"f-fuck, yes..." she whimpers, her voice coming out in a strangled gasp. "please... i... i need to come... need you to make me come."

she’s a trembling mess, on the verge of completely losing control. her body is wound tight, coiled like a snake ready to strike. everything is so heightened, the pleasure intense and overwhelming.

you stop gripping her hip with your other hand only to sneak between her thighs and rub her clit furiously.

“like this?”

the sudden touch makes her body arch and shudder, her muscles tightening involuntarily.

"y-yes, like that," she gasps out, her words coming out in a shaky, breathless rush. "oh, god, please don't stop, don't stop..."

she’s teetering on the edge of an abyss, teetering on the precipice, and all it would take is one little push to send her careening over. you can see the tension in her body, the way it's coiled so tightly, ready to snap. you know she just needs a little more, just a little bit more to send her over the edge. and you’re more than happy to oblige. you push her further, taking her right to the edge and then holding her there.

"you’re so close, aren't you?" you murmur, your lips against her ear. "you’re right on the edge, just need a little push."

her body trembles, her breathing coming out in short, sharp gasps. she’s trying to hold on, to keep herself together, but it's a losing battle.

“come for me~”

those words, those three words, are all it takes. as if they've unlocked something inside her, something that had been coiled tight and waiting to explode.

jinx’s body shudders, her muscles tensing as she careens over the edge. a low, guttural moan escaped her lips, torn from deep within her chest. her body trembles and shudders, waves of pleasure radiating through her. her hands grip the table, fingers digging into the surface as if trying to ground herself. she’s a trembling wreck, boneless and pliant on the desk. her eyes are closed, her face flushed and her breath coming out in short, shaky bursts. after a few long moments, her body relaxes, the tension slowly seeping out of her muscles.

she’s still shaking a little, feeling boneless and weary. her eyes slowly open, meeting yours, the usual steely gaze replaced with a mixture of weariness, pleasure, and vulnerability.

“hey baby,” you say softly, pressing light kisses over her shoulder as you slip the gun out of her and place it on the table.

she groans as the gun slides out of her, her body feeling suddenly empty and sensitive. her eyes flutter shut as you press soft kisses along her skin, her body slowly relaxing under my touch.

"fuck," she mumbles, her voice coming out in a weary, shaky whisper. "that was... that was intense."

you chuckle softly, gently caressing her skin, your touch light and soothing.

"yeah, it was," you murmur, your lips still pressing soft kisses along her shoulder. "you did good, baby. you did real good."

Her breathing slowly starts to even out, her body relaxing further as she basks in the afterglow. she doesn't speak for a few moments, just lets herself enjoy the feeling of my touch and the calming effect it has on her.

yeah, it's fair to say that jinx was thoroughly distracted. her mind was not on her work, and instead, she was completely focused on the feeling of your touch, the taste of your lips, and the warmth of your embrace.

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