#cant express their idea fully

[qrichas]

btw! from twitter, some context from qforever and qcellbits convo

[geothefafa]

growing up as a child with severe hallucinations was wild.. the whole time you're becoming a person and adjusting to reality and learning how the world works but you're thrown a secret curveball that no one else knows about or can warn you about because no one else can see it happening. and should you express any signs of genuine distress or confusion over something imaginary, it's called "over active imagination" or "imaginary friends" and its all cute to adults until theyre losing sleep at night because the kid is too scared to sleep alone- but even sleeping between mom and dad still doesnt feel safe because every night feels like a horror movie where only you can see the monsters that want you dead. but its not real! and you have to listen to mom and dad when they say that! but they dont get it! no one ever gets it! it doesnt go away when you close your eyes! the visions get horrific and grotesque even by adult standards but no one listens! just go back to bed it was just a nightmare :) but the truth was you never fall asleep first.

[cerealmonster15]

girl help

its been like 2 months since ive touched my jamiazu fic... the one i started writing back in SEPTEMBER

[isaacathom]

naielle is so much fun to play when shes super stressed, is angry, has been recently knocked unconscious, or is drunk, because she suddenly loses a barrier between her head and and her hands and mouth and starts doing shit like curveballing a cup into the commodores head because he made a bad joke

[chartreusebird]

Sometimes allos will say something they think totally chill but my acespec ass sees it and has to go through a whole horror spiral of remembering that literally every fucking moment of kindness and human connection gets filtered for allos through the lenses of 1)how bad do I wanna fuck this person and 2) how likely is it I will get to fuck this person

Like. This person is one of my best friends. This person is frequently overwhelmed/touch starved/ Totally Did Need A Hug. But can't describe the experience without telling me how cute and unavailable this girl is. The experience of getting a fucking hug!

[chisatowo]

Thinking abt Aris and Tali's family again and it fucking kills me anytime I think abt them even a lil bit just everyone involved deserved so much fucking better. Except for Aris' mom she deserves to burn.

[chilschuck]

ougghh these past few days i cant get this thought out of my head;;;; chilchuck with a tall-man clingy reader who's just wrapped around him at all times...

whenever the party takes a quick rest from walking they instantly have their arms around him. they r very short despite being a tall-man (lost the genetic lottery 😔 def not projecting) but still conveniently tall enough to comfortably lean their chin on top of his head

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ THIS WAS SO CUTE ANON!!! i feel that so bad, it’s hard being short out here. :”)) i loved coming up with ideas for this, as i know i’d definitely be that way with him if given the chance!!!

— CHILCHUCK: x clingy tall-man!reader

꒰ warnings: ꒱ gn!reader and sfw as always! super fluffy <33

꒰ wc: ꒱ 528

✦ i hope this is okay!! like always i had so much fun writing it!! enjoy!! <33

✦ This first started when you found out just how warm the half-foot was. You were struggling to fight off the cold one night and had noticed how delighted Izutsumi had been when she held him. Curiosity getting the better of you, you shyly asked if you could put your bedroll closer to his. Unsurprisingly to anyone in the party, you ended up with him in your arms that night.

✦ Soon enough, snuggling up beside him at night turned to you leaning into him whenever the party took a moment to rest. This grew into more of an embrace, which finally ended in you fully wrapping yourself around him every chance you got. Chilchuck wasn’t a fan of public affection, but for some reason, that soft spot he held for you let it slide. After all, it’s not like it was completely unwelcome…

✦ You weren’t very tall for, well, a tall-man, which meant you often rested your head on top of Chilchuck’s when you could. Pulling him into your arms and wrapping them around his waist, you nuzzled into the back of his neck and perched your chin atop his head often. This caused the half-foot’s cheeks to flush violently the first time you did it, but over time he’s gotten more and more used to the action.

— “Alright, we’ll take a break here and make something to eat.” Laios announced, the party breathing a sigh of relief at the chance to take a moment of rest. You immediately sought out Chilchuck, standing in front of him with your arms extended towards him. He let out a sigh, scratching the back of his head to disguise the heat rising in his cheeks. “C’mere…” He grumbled, hiding how his heart skipped a beat at your elated expression.

You sighed at having him in your arms, resting your head on his shoulder as his back was flush against your chest. He’d never admit it, but he had started to look forward to these little moments with you…

✦ Marcille couldn’t help but squeal with delight whenever she saw you hold him close, teasing Chil about how hard he had avoided forming a relationship. This would result in him barking out excuses about how you just used him for warmth, it wasn’t like that!! (Except it was, and everyone in the party was privy to the budding relationship between you two.)

✦ Especially when you noticed when Chil was exhausted, he’d wordlessly plop his head down into your lap, curling up into your side. He could be a bit clingy himself, given the right circumstances… Pet his head and run your fingers through his hair to practically hear him purr. (And to have him completely pass out.)

✦ Chilchuck began leaving room for you beside him, or even behind him, whether it was in his bedroll or when the party was taking a moment of reprieve. It became a common occurrence that there was a perfectly you-shaped space anywhere around him. Maybe soon he’d confess how he really feels, which we all know would only bring on more of the affection. (Which he couldn’t say he’d be disappointed in.)

— dividers by @/cafekitsune! <3

[mm-lurking]

To him, you are love.

Something I wrote in my friend’s dms while my simping juices were flowing. Written with Blade and Al-Haitham in my mind, but you can imagine your favourites.

Warnings: x fem! reader, pure fluff — The idea of his large, rough calloused yet gentle hands as he rests them on your smaller frame; he’s shocked by just how tiny you are and how he can fully enclose you in his arms like a vine that snakes around tree branches

The idea of just pressing your back into his chest and resting your head on the crook of his neck as his face and hair shades you from everything else and his beating heart soothes you

The idea of them just learning to sit with you in silence, learning to understand what love and to be loved is like, the silent message that their heavy breathing speaks, the gentleness in holding you in their arms as they protect you with quite literally everything they have

The idea of them just admiring you as you close your eyes and inhale their scent, completely satisfied with their existence while they struggle to embrace the concept of affection; it's so foreign but so pleasant and they cant help it because it's you, it's you whose breaking their barriers down and letting them know how to love

The idea of how he looks at you with such gentleness and tenderness and he finds an uncertain emotion stirring in his heart, the emotions violently tug on his heart strings and he just knows he's going to have you around for the rest of his life

The idea of how everything and anything you do killing him, he's absolutely floored by the littlest of your touches, giggles and smiles, the idea of him trying to just breathe as naturally as he can when he's with you but by god he cannot breathe when it comes to you

The idea of him going from not liking physical affection and anyone in his personal space to craving you to be around, he cannot bear to part with you in the privacy of your home, to deny holding your hands is to deny the very oxygen he breaths, he needs you, he needs your touch, he needs the way your gentle fingertips brush against his rough ones, the way your fingers so perfectly intertwine with his, you are sculpted to be his and no one can tell him otherwise

The idea of him accepting his fate, just completely surrendering himself to you as you trace his battle scars and whisper sweet-nothings into his ears; how could someone's touch and voice be so therapeutic and healing? He is drawn to the warmth you radiate like a moth buzzing around the streetlight on a dark night- yes that's precisely what you are to him, the light of his dark cold life and it drives him insane but he's addicted to you and he cannot withdraw himself away

Never had he thought he would express what they called love. It was a foolish emotion to him, one that distracted him from the path he had chosen to take. He did not have the time to love and be loved when life had never granted him a reason to do so. Then you came around and he's swept off his feet, and the more he tried to deny it the stronger these feelings got. How did someone break the walls of his heart so easily, so swiftly? How could someone just enter his life and crumble the shield he had built for himself so painstakingly? What magic did you possess in your words that he had fallen spellbound too?

And now here he was, with you in his arms, safe and secure, taken in every bit of you like a parched traveller who had gotten the taste of cool fresh water after days of thirst. If this was love, if this was what those foolish scholars and everyday humans giggled around about then he was willing to name himself as a fool too; for he was your fool, and yours only.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ©mm-lurking 2024 do not copy, steal or reuse my work.

[cheriladycl01]

I cant do this anymore - George Russell x Wolff! Reader Part 6

Plot: You are the daughter of Toto Wolff team principle of Mercedes-AMG Petronas, you've worked your whole life to become an engineer. However, your dad has other ideas for you and doesn't want you to become a race engineer. You start to confide more in the Red Bull Racing Team Principle to help you get an engineering job, and see him as your present father figure.

You'd texted your dad, just asking if he wanted to meet in The Luxor, it was a hotel that you knew none of the drivers would be in to interrupt and hopefully fans would be to a minimum as it was quiet an expensive hotel.

You thought it would be better, breaking the ice with your dad first before fully speaking to George. Your dad hadn't said anything as bad as George did, so you felt like now was the time to have an adult conversation with him.

So that's where you were right now, you were stood watching over the Casino's ground floor from the balcony. You felt a sort of shadow next to you, and it made your head turn left. Your dad walked up standing next to you, his arms leaning on the balcony banister pushing the cuffs of his sleeves up to his elbows.

"Hey Dad!" you smile looking over at him a soft expression on your face.

"Hello Barchen" he says softly, looking over at you with the softest expression you'd ever seen on his face. Tears welled in your eyes at the sweet little nickname he'd always used for you.

"Dad I-" you start but he places a large hard over yours, keeping eye contact with you.

"No, I'm sorry for everything I said to you. You deserved a place on the team, you've done wonderful things for Red Bull. And as much as i want you back in the garage I wont ask that off you!" he admits, your head swinging to look back over him as your gaze had travelled down back to the busy casino life.

"I, but what if I want to come back?" you ask, in shock. Did your dad not want your help?

"I know you don't want too, you've found a place in Red Bull that i wish i could have given you and I'm so so proud of you. I think I was just so scared about seeing my Little Bear grow up. I always want to protect you and I don't know, making such a big step and becoming an engineer in the team..." he admits.

"I thought, you didn't think I was good enough!" you say tears brimming in your eyes.

"Never, I'm always so proud of you, my beautiful beautiful daughter. I just fear that I'm loosing you. You've been such a big part of my life for the last 23 years that...I can't let go! You come everywhere with me"

"I know, which was why branching out was the hardest thing I've ever done. But it needed to be done. I love being the daughter of Toto Wolff, not because your Toto Wolff the Team Principle of Mercedes, but because your the man who drove me 3 hours when i slipped over in the garage and cut myself on some metal. Your the man who was there for me when i first ever had my heart broken, your the man who cheered so loudly when I collected my GCSE's because I didn't have anyone else to celebrate with, and most importantly your my dad. I love you, but I wanted to prove that I don't feed off your income, and that I can pave my own way. Honestly I don't think I even would have had the chance at Red Bull if it wasn't for your last name, but I still did it" you ramble, and all your dad can do is stare at you in awe at all the memories you recounted together.

He remembered when how scared he was when he heard a little scream followed by yells from all of his mechanics. He trusted them to look after you, and he knew it wasn't their fault but he was furious that you'd slipped and gotten yourself hurt. He made sure he stayed with you in the garage at all times after that.

He remembered holding you why you cried to him, picking yourself apart and asking him why you weren't good enough. Two hearts broke that day, as his did when yours did. Seeing his little girl, crying over such a stupid and insolent boy... Toto would make sure his changes getting into F1 were zero to none.

He remembered the day you went to collect your GCSE's from the nearest school to the Mercedes F1 headquarters in Brackley. You walked in, seeing loads of people that you didn't know all excited to see each other and showing each other what they got. Some were laughing some were crying for all different reasons. It kind of reminded Toto of the last race at the end of the season in Abu Dhabi. He cheered so loud the hall looked over at the pair of you when you presented him your amazing grades.

But recently since 2021, he'd realized how absent he'd been as your dad. In the process of wanting to keep you with him as his little girl all he'd been doing was just pushing you away. And he hated himself for that.

"I know - I know I've done a lot wrong, but I'd really like it if you could find it in yourself to forgive me!" he says, pulling you into a searing hug, so tight and so warm and you'd missed it dearly.

"You know, you guys cooked really do with my help at Merc" he smile, looking away from him and back down at the casino. You hear him chuckle from your side and he observes down on the gaming floor with you.

"Mmmmm? What would you suggest?" he asks. You laugh in turn.

"Ah, see you might be my dad, but right now you're my competitor. I can't be dealing in secrets" you admit and he looks over to you in shock.

"But I'm your dad!" he fakes his offence taken making you laugh a little more.

"I know, so technically this" you say gesturing between the two of you. "Is a conflict of interest! I can't be seen meeting you in secretive locations!"

"Well, maybe you'll consider coming back to Mercedes but I want to let you know just how proud I am of what you've helped them achieve at Red Bull!" he smiles, pulling you into a tight hug, one that you didn't want to get out of.

"So, I guess I'll see you in Abu Dhabi?" you ask.

"I was actually hoping you'd come home for a bit. The house has felt so empty despite George coming over most days in the off season" he admits, knowing he'd do anything to have you come home even if it's just for a day or two.

"Well, I think I'm needed in the Red Bull Centre on the 20th, but I'll stay with you for the rest of the week, and travel to Abu Dhabi with you!" you grin, knowing you would like to spend some time with your dad Suzie and Jack.

"You're coming home?" he beams.

"I'm coming home dad" you smile nodding.

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[btdemaru]

Cockwarming muzan while he's working

Note : GN!reader x Top!muzan and minors DNI as usual since this is smut

(i want his dick so bad 😞) also idk if it's ooc or not.

Warning : cockwarming, muzan's big juicy dick, brat-taming, spanking, degrading (obvi)

Imagine just sitting on his lap while he works in the infinity castle in silence, not even one word was shared from you two but ofcooouurse who wouldn't be bored? Getting an idea you try unbuckling his pants as you look at his frowned expression. "What do you think you're doing?" He glared down at you, annoyed by your lack of response muzan grabs and forces your chin up to look at him only for you to finally get into his boxers, slowly stroking his soft cock (for now) and grinding against it before earning a low groan from him.

Shoving his fingers into your mouth as you take it so obediently and placing his saliva soaked fingers near your hole, muzan slid two of his fingers in as your hands stroke up and down onto his now semi-hard cock. "You can do faster than that can't you? Or are you too pathetic and weak to do that?" Hearing that you pump faster before muzan grips your hip lining it against your hole before forcefully pushing it in, the pain hurts so badly from how big it is yet it feels so good. You wanted to move but he grips your hips harshly leaving a red mark imprint on it making you unable to move.

For 30minutes which felt like hours you're sitting on his lap with his fully erected cock not getting any friction from him. Muzan only focuses on the stuff infront of him not caring or even glancing at you for even a minute. "muzan move goddamnit..!" You spoke while glaring at him just to earn a spank. "Be patient." He scoffs, slowly thrusting upwards to tease you "nnn- ahh!ugh... Asshole.." whispering the last part but muzan being muzan he ofcourse indeed heard it. "What was that?" He pulled out only to throw you onto his desk, the sound of glass clattering everywhere "count."

"one-" *spank* "t-two"

•

•

"t-ten ahk... stop-" you demanded him. "You messed up counting, let's redo that shall we~? Unless you beg nicely." Muzan spoke before sliding back in, waiting for you to plead for him. "Fine! Please just- please just..fuck me alre- AHHNN" Before you could finish muzan thrusted back in, pulling you up from his desk just to sit back down and make you sit on again. "Go on and move.. lets see how many times you can cum before you finally break, this is what you asked for isn't it?" He leans back onto his chair waiting for you to do it all by yourself.

[ugh why cant he destroy me already]

[apclyptc]

oh my ur writing is so good 😭 i was wondering if you could write something where chris is on tour and since he’s been away he’s been needy so like hes texting the reader saying how he’s horny and needs her, so the reader calls chris and they end up having phone sex and chris is like whimpering and unable to keep quiet.. sub chris please 🙏

foreword: aaaaahhhh i love this idea, and thank u! as for sub chris…. im not sure if i can fully capture that since i cant imagine it but i shall give you desperate chris!

enjoy ☺️

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your boyfriend, chris, was steadily becoming one of the most famous influencers and with that came the task of touring the states.

he’d already been on tour with his brothers once before, but this time he’d gained millions more supporters.

he was midway through his travels, briefly stopping for a couple days from charlotte to nashville. you hadn’t seen each other in a couple of weeks, and you were starting to miss him.

you missed the way he made you laugh, always including you in his busy schedule, letting you bond with his brothers.

more importantly you missed his hands on you, gliding over your waist, his lips softly kissing the shell of your ear, down to your jaw, your neck, and then finally your lips.

you didn’t realise how long this month without him would feel like.

neither did he, which was why your phone buzzed at the side of your bed. his bed, which you were sleeping in for the next couple of days. his parents treated you like their own, so you graciously used the key they made for you to infiltrate your boyfriend’s room.

you picked up your phone, the screen lighting up your face as you read the message chris had sent you

chris: i miss you

you: i miss you too

i was just thinking about you

chris: yeah?

bet you were thinking something dirty

he knew you so well.

you: no…

i’m just in your bed

i hope you don’t mind, i got cold

*image attached*

chris: damn

so you raided the hoodies already baby?

you: i couldn’t miss the opportunity

chris: you know i love it when you wear my shit

you: of course

can’t you cancel your tour and hurry back to me

chris: if i could i would be home already

you need me that bad huh?

you: oh? but who texted first?

chris: you got me there

i just wanna see your fine ass

you: how bad

chris: bad

hard just thinking about it

wish you were here to help me out baby

you immediately pressed the facetime icon at the top of the screen, watching the phone ring.

after three rings, your boyfriends face appeared.

“hey ma.” chris’ voice cut through the speaker, instantly making you feel better. you rarely had time to speak to him on the phone since he was so busy with the tour.

“ew chris. stop saying ma when i’m in the room.” nick could be heard from behind. you giggled. it always made you laugh when nick expressed a clear dislike for PDA.

“hi nick, how’s tour?” you spoke. chris turned the camera to his brother.

“it’s good! i can’t wait to get off this tour bus though, i hate taking a shit in public bathrooms.” he complained, causing you to laugh at his outwardness.

“should i pass the phone to nick since you wanna speak to him so much?” chris taunted, angling the camera back to himself.

“don’t be jealous of your brother, chris. how is my handsome boyfriend doing?” you smiled at him.

“bored. come to nashville.” he replied.

you shook your head, “you know i can’t.” you had to stay home to work on your own projects. unbeknownst to chris though, you had already arranged with nick and matt to surprise him at the last show of the tour.

“hey y/n. bro do you want anything from target?” matt popped his head into the view of the camera to say hello, and you waved.

“obviously you know what drink i want. get me something sour as well. thanks bro.” he answered matt, then turned his attention back to you.

chris waited until he heard his brothers leave and slam the door of the tour bus.

“i love that pretty face.” he smirked at you.

even over the phone, chris had a way of making your cheeks tint a light shade of red.

“i wish you were here in bed with me.” you spoke quietly, even though no one was home.

“i know, baby. when i get home i’m gonna make you forget i was ever gone.” chris swapped the phone over to his other hand, while he snaked his free hand under his sweatpants.

“how are you gonna do that?” you feigned innocence, knowing exactly what he was hinting at.

“i’m gonna pick you up, throw you into my bed and fill up that throat real good.” chris palmed himself through his underwear, feeling his dick harden.

you felt that twang in your stomach that appears whenever you hear his filthy words.

you took it upon yourself to set your phone down on the bedside table and slip your hands under your panties.

“is that what you want? you want me to suck your dick, baby?” you asked him, while you lazily played with your clit.

chris groaned, not used to you talking like this to him, “yeah, gonna make you swallow all of my cum. god, i want to feel that pussy round me.”

chris, by now, had pulled out his dick, moving his hand up and down and squeezing slightly at the base. he wished it was your tight cunt squeezing around him.

meanwhile, the lazy strokes on your clit had turned into desperate circles, wishing it was his thick, long fingers playing with you. you used the slick building up to coat your fingers, then pushed them inside yourself.

“are you touching yourself, y/n? fucking yourself on your fingers pretending it’s me?” he moaned softly, his hand moving faster.

“yes… want you inside me.” you whined, giving him the vocal stimulation he needed.

chris angled the phone down to his throbbing cock, willing you to watch as he masturbated.

“you see this, baby? ‘s all for you, fuck.” chris let out a quiet whimper, imagining you were next to him right now, your small hands pumping him instead of his own.

you watched his face contort in pleasure, his head falling back as he stroked faster.

“take off my hoodie, let me those tits.” he demanded, though he was in no position to bark orders as he rutted into his hand desperately.

you paused the motion of your fingers inside of you to quickly discard his hoodie and your shirt, revealing your tits to the screen.

“fuck… touch ‘em for me, i wanna see you touch yourself.” he whined at an unfamiliar pitch.

you grabbed your own boob in your hand, kneading it just like he would as you continued thrusting your fingers in and out of your aching pussy.

it was all too much, and yet not enough, without him helping you.

but even so, you felt the knot twist.

“i know that pretty face. you gonna cum?” he asked.

“yes! oh fuck, chris. fuck, want to cum on your face, baby.” you babbled, half incomprehensible.

your words drove chris into madness, moaning and whimpering as his thumb massaged his weeping tip.

“fuck, fuck, fuck. wanna feel that pussy around me, gonna fuck you good, shit, i’m–“ his own orgasm cut his words short, bursting out of his cock, coating his hands. a stray droplet landed on his stomach.

the sight of your boyfriend panting and moaning from his high prompted you to cream all over your fingers. your mouth dropped open as you continued to finger yourself through it, until your adrenaline finally depleted.

both of you took a second to catch your breath.

“i need to clean this mess up before my brothers get back.” chris tucked his softening dick back into his underwear and grabbed a hand towel next to him.

“i love you, chris.” you spoke after he was done cleaning himself up.

“i love you too. i can’t wait to see you after tour is over.” he smiled at you.

“that was the worst target ever.” nick burst through the door of the bus, scaring chris.

“jesus, nick! you scared the shit out of me.” chris clutched his chest and you laughed, quickly throwing your hoodie back on.

“wait why the fuck are you sweating?” matt asked, following his brother inside.

“chris was showing me some top secret basketball moves he’s been working on.” you interjected as you watched chris’ eyes widen at the question.

how embarrassing it would have been if they’d caught you.

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a/n: i hope that was what you wanted!! part two of reader surprising chris at the last show? lmk your thoughts :p

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[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Omg congratulations on hitting 5K! That’s so cool and so deserved. You’re so amazing and I love your works so much.

I have a request idea for Gaz (nsfw, there just isn’t enough Gaz smut out there) - maybe a childhood friends situation. They grew up together and were each other’s rock throughout everything. Gaz comes back from deployment, staying over the readers house for a bit and a few mishaps happen (maybe something like she walks in on him in a towel after Gaz had showered). Eventually, that tension builds and turns into a steamy night?

Big congratulations again on hitting 5K, so incredible!

—Finally Broken

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [Childhood friends turned lovers. The realization was far more violent and instantaneous than you'd like to admit.] ❞

You’d known him for ages, so long that you both don’t even remember how you first met—hell, some of your first memories centered around him; coming to your seventh birthday party and trying to blow out your candles. School trips—sneaking out to go to the corner store for sweets. 

It had always been Kyle. People were seriously starting to ask when the wedding was, sneaky eyes looking for a ring whenever you went out as if you both were the biggest gossip point plaguing England. Not even England—Europe as a whole. 

Yet, you can’t deny that the thought enticed you. 

It had always been Kyle.

Which was why you were currently lip-to-lip and panting into each other’s mouths.

“Oh, fuck,” Gaz whimpers under his breath, eyes half-closed and hips canting up to follow you as your pelvis rolled. The man was fully bare under you, wet skin glistening in the bedroom glow of your night table lamp—gifted to you by him three years ago. It illuminates the sprawled bits of the story; the towel two feet away from where you both fuck on the floor like lovers, the mist coming out of your bathroom door, panties dropped down to the plush rug. 

It had been a harmless sleepover…Kyle coming out of the shower like always as you changed into pajamas. You had been slipping into fresh underwear—an oversized shirt over your shoulders which you still wear as you bite the man’s lip and shiver at the electricity going down your spine as you ride him. 

“Fucking hell, Love, jus’ like that,” he grunts, his accent rich as pleasure rolls through him at the tight walls of your cunt—the drag of his veins along it as you use him to hit that spot inside of you over and over again. Your hands roam his chest, nails digging in as he leaves drag marks on your thighs. “Bloody perfect, s-shit—look at you. So good to me, Love.”

“Kyle,” you whisper, thighs burning and legs shaky. 

Without the need to be told, the man sets his feet and begins manipulating your form until he can memorize the exact expression your face puts on as his abdomen goes flush with yours time and time again. Wet grinding and slow sopping leave you both hot in the face, half-closed eyes locked. 

Your body gets more tense, rubbing your clit along his happy trail as the desperation grows—an itching sensation in both of your bodies that only grows; needing to be scratched and played with until it snaps. 

“Perfect,” he utters, watching your front collapse into him, lips stuck beside his ear as your little sighs and whines make his own call to answer. His hips move faster, unable to stop himself as the tension grows. Your noises increase, nails gouging the skin of his waist, rubbing up and down frantically.

“Please,” you whimper, biting at his neck as his arm loops your back, stapling you to him and the abuse of his cock. “Please, Kyle. Need it, Baby.”

“Right here,” he gasps, back lightly lifting from the ground as he holds you in his arms. “Right here, Love. Fuck,” Kyle grits his teeth again, shivering as his thighs go tight, panting. “With me, c’mon, do it with me—let me see your eyes, God, let me see your eyes.”

Your forehead instantly connects with his only moments before the shared blown nature of your pupils is simultaneously linked to the resounding snap of your releases.  

Your toes curl, eyes glossy with pleasure, as Gaz gasps, a series of cut-off grunts linked to the jerking of his hips—shoving the sudden gush of his fluids into your waiting womb as both begin to slip past the plug of your occupied core. 

You follow as well as you’re able, mewling and forcing your eyes to not roll back into your head at the feeling. 

As the aftershocks roll through, bodies stained and hips now still and sore, you continue to look into each other’s eyes—expressions hazy with satisfaction. 

A lazy smile comes to the man’s face as you begin to softly chuckle.

“Been dreaming about this,” he says under his breath. 

“And,” your tone is hoarse, blinking into him. “It live up?”

It’s not a moment later that you know that the others had been true—you really should expect a ring at this point.

“So much bloody better, Love.”

[writingoddess1125]

Hello! Could do Mihawk with an beloved who's like a Disney princess and attracts animal whenever she/they sing, but Mihawk is just confused standing there like "wtf? Why are there deer inside?? There's litterly no deer on his island????"

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How and Why?

When Mihawk had gotten with you he knew you were... odd-

The opposite of him in every way. While his hands were for killing and takinf away- yours was for life and charity. The embodiment of a Innocent Saint in his eyes- that he had in some wait tainted said innocence with his nature and desire for you.

It was hard for a killing machine like himself to gave to curve said nature when you came along. You promoting mercy, second chances and guidance for others.

While this tested his patients- it wasn't the main thing- no no

It was the animals-

It was the God damn animals that seemed to follow you everywhere!

You hum while outside- Bunnies suddently appear to shit on his lawn.

You whistle happily while gardening birds from all walks of life appear to once again shit on everything.

Goddess have mercy if you sing cause the animal kingdom appears randomly.

If he took you with him say out to a light mission or just for a vacation, suddently you'd have half the God damn forest trailing behind you and he would have to sneak a quick blade to snag a few rabbits without you noticing for a nice dinner. In fear you'd cry in knowing your abilties were being used for Mihawk to hunt dinner.

However..

Non of this mattered since he loved you, he loved you more then he had words to express and you loved him just as much- So he was willing to turn a blind eye to this all. Till the day he couldn't.

It was suppose to be a relaxed day- get some nice food, some drinks and just lounge about. Mihawk was excited for this, he had been working hard and wanted some down time.. especially with you- Stepping into the livingroom ready to shower you in attention he froze.

"What the actual hell?-" Mihawk said way louder then he ment to and seeing you turn around quickly. There in the livingroom you were on your knees petting a fully grown fucking deer that was leaning into your touch.

"Hi honey!"

Mihawk is just standing there holding a wine glass in his open shirt and staring at you in what can only be described as total shock and you can practically see the vein in his forehead.

"(Y/N)' How the hell did you get a deer in the house- Wait deer at all there are non on the island?" He questioned as he downed the glass of wine like a shot and set it aside.

"I sang and she came here" You say with a shrug and continue to pet the wide eyed doe.

He huffed at this, rubbing his temple.

"I thought we agreed no animals in the house?.." He grumbled- Trying to mentally wrap his head around a doe in his livingroom.

"But she looked so cold and was by the front door Hawks! I couldnt just leave her there" You say poking out your bottom lip- Mihawk mentally sighs.

"That doesnt... No- No matter... saves me from going to the market for venison" He says calmly and reaches for his blade calmly.

Your eyes widening as you realize what he means and hug the deer close to you.

"No! Mihawk you cant kill her" You yell as tears well in your eyes.

"You have a fully grown Doe in our livingroom- no idea were she came from and a meat locker low on venison" He tried to reason by you sat there crying and Mihawk groaned-

"Then what is your plan with it hm?" He questioned. That was what lead him outside, carrying a squirming 120 pound doe to the stables he had long since forgotten about while you set down some old hay, cut apples and nuts for feed and he releases the kicking animal into its new space.

Mihawk sighed now looking at the once empty stables of the castle now housed a doe- A Sinking feeling that this stable was going to be getting fuller..

"You are lucky I love you-" He grumbled, Hearing you giggle and jump up to kiss his cheek.

"I love you too Mihawk. And I promise to make it up to you~" You say with a wink. Mihawk now remembering how and why he had forgiven all the times before.

[opal-owl-flight]

Quick lore question, did marie considering the idea of replacing 4 play into the insecurities she has later?

Absolutely.

I wanna preface this by saying one thing: Young 4 was a COMPLETELY different person before she got recruited by Marie. And Marie...responds to her accordingly.

Long read abt Hero2 events below!! Its. A lil messy sorry qisjke these are my notes

Young 4? A bitch.

Everything she ever wanted was given to her. Moved out of the highlands with an ego the size of a planet (and also bc she felt suffocated there), thinking she can make it in the big city.

...she struggled to make it alone. She had moved out bc her family was suffocating her with love, but now theyre not here, so now she feels homesick and underappreciated.

All that is expressed by her harsh, bitchy attitude. Shes gonna be mean bc no one has seen her for who she is. She'll show them!!

She finds her way around like this, and discovers that shes just as good at turf war here and at home. In fact, shes *so* good that she got the status of a rising star!

It aaalll just gets into her head. Shes "proven everyone wrong" now. Shes got the superiority complex and can back it up.

Marie...

...saw this. She was looking for a new agent to help find the missing zapfish. The second 4 heard this from her, she flexed her arms and...

"Look no further, your hero is RIGHT HERE!"

Marie at first adored the spunkiness of this new agent. Uuuntil 4 started thinking that shes better than her.

"Watch out, Agent Four!"

"You watch YOURSELF, grandma! Think Im a damn idiot to not see that coming? WAHA!"

Marie rolled up her sleeves after several stages full of her ignoring orders or sassing her out of nowhere.

Is that how shes gonna be? Fine.

When 4 finally trips and falls, hard, on a particularly difficult level, Marie pulls her to the side to fix her up and give her a lecture that tore her fucking ego to shreds.

She says something so fucking harsh like "That attitude will make SURE that you die sad and alone. I wonder how anyone puts up with you."

4s too hurt by her own failure to say anything back.

The reality of war finally gives her a reality check. Each victory is earned. its her life on the line. And the world.

She regains her spunk after saving the world.

------

Silly 4. She gets the job done but it takes a LOT of pushing in the mid-stages. Its like she got legitimately bored after the initial super easy ones, and thought the entire campaign a joke.

She went back to her turfing life topside between stages. And she takes a WHILE to come back to her missions -- usually late!! And then before she even goes in she just HAS to yak Marie's face off with what she was doing up there.

"Youre late."

"You shouldve SEEN ME, Marie!! I was carrying that Rainmaker round! I was-"

"Pray tell, Agent Four. How will you keep participating in turf with the Zapfish gone?"

"Whaat? Cmon. Nothing seems to be changing! Theres still power through the city!"

"The backup supply wont last forever, you know."

"Yeah yeah. Okay. Im here now. Wheres the next kettle?"

This attitude is from her high school days, clearly. She breezes by everything so fast that she can afford to do things last minute. It affects even this.

That, alongside her talking smack back to Marie, is what makes her snap at 4. Its what makes 4 stick to the mission fully starting late area 4 and area 5. (This is also around the time 4s life was threatened. God help me in those stupid platforming stages)

Post Hero2, 4 more or less does what 3 does. Shes the "replacement" til 3 comes back. (That cant be good for her confidence.)

At the same time, she has to deal with Callie and Marie talking out what the fuck Callie did with Octaria. "THEY SQUIDNAPPED GRAMPS!!!" and all. Why help them??? They get into squabbles where 4 was the unfortunate witness to. And peacemaker. It does NOT help that Callie for a while kept putting the glasses back on!!!

4 wishes so bad she had help of any sort. She feels 3 might be able to do something but what does she know?? Shes never met em!! She just imagines what the missing agent would do in that situation.

Callie...was also the person she got close to. Shes fun (unlike the stuck up Marie), shes empathic, she opened 4s eyes to the Octarian plight. It made her acceptance of 8 later much smoother.

Im not saying shes not close to Marie either, I bet they healed their relationship around this year too. Marie's sorry she tore 4s ego the way she did (even if deserved...). Marie's much more supportive of what 4s doing topside. Shes expressing her pride in the agent she found much more openly. (She brags abt her to Callie at times.)

The three of them heal together in that time. 4 sees them as older sisters Im p sure. Theyre both giving her tips for turfing and -- Marie even helps her with homework, HAH

And...while I say that 4 and Marie are in better terms, there are still days where Marie blows up on her. Lesser extent than before, but shes *worried* for her agent! (Its a similar plight 3 has.) In those times, its Callie who has her back. ("Hey! Its not like shes not trying!!" Callie understands how it is, and she also knows Marie best -- shes the one who makes 4 understand where Marie is coming from.)

[zyhkoo]

🎬 guilty as sin?

event, jason todd x afab reader. smut 18+, doll being used. event

( everybody knows he's bad news, but you cant help but yearn for him. )

🎥 NOW SHOWING: GUILTY AS SIN

"Stay away from him," was what the bat-family would always remind you each time you encountered Jason Todd. He wasn't the same Robin he once was, you knew that.

He had become a dangerous menace, a threat to the city, and a man beyond saving. The others feared him, the things he had done, but you saw a different side to the anti-hero, a vulnerability hidden behind his ruthless facade.

You couldn't help but reminisce about the days when Jason Todd was simply Robin, the boy wonder, fighting crime by your side. It seemed like only yesterday, but in reality, he had transformed into something completely different.

You found yourself contemplating how it all went so wrong, but at the same time, you knew exactly why.

Despite the difficulties, you found it hard to completely remove yourself from his presence. The strong bond you and Jason once shared made it challenging to completely sever ties. Thus, you found yourself unable to resist the pull, returning time and time again.

"Hey, focus!" Dick exclaimed, as he noticed you had drifted off into your own thoughts. "Are you even listening?"

You snapped out of your reverie, a bit disoriented. "Huh? What did you say?"

Dick crossed his arms, "Jeez, I've been talking to you for a minute, and you were completely zoned out. What's got you so distracted?"

You shrugged, feeling a bit embarrassed that you had spaced out completely. "Just... thinking, I guess," you replied, looking away.

Dick raised an eyebrow, studying you closely. "It's about Jason, isn't it?"

You were caught off guard by his question, “What? No.” you quickly replied.

Dick, sensing your defensiveness, gave you a skeptical look. "Come on, don't lie to me," he said, his tone gentle yet firm. "You're terrible at hiding it."

You sighed, knowing there was no point in trying to deceive him. "Okay, fine," you conceded. "I was thinking about Jason. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that Jason is dangerous," he reminded you, "He's not the same guy we knew. He's changed, and not for the better."

You mumbled under your breath, mimicking the words Dick had just spoken in a mocking tone.

Dick shot a disapproving look at you. "This isn't a game," he scolded, his expression turning serious. "You can't just dismiss the dangers that come with being in contact with Jason. He's unpredictable and violent. You have no idea what he's capable of."

You listened as Dick continued talking about another subject, but your mind was too preoccupied to fully focus on his words. You tried to remain engaged in the conversation, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Jason.

The sky painted itself with hues of orange as the sun began to dip below the horizon, bathing the city in a warm, comforting glow. Jason stood on the roof, his hands resting on the railings, immersed in deep contemplation.

The silence was broken by your soft footsteps as you approached him from behind. He looked back at you, hand ready to grab on his holster as you cut him off.

“Hey, it’s me.” you immediately said as you removed your domino mask.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice gruff but not unkind.

You shrugged, leaning against the railing next to him. "I saw you up here," you replied, gesturing to the panoramic view of Gotham City spread out before you. "Figured I'd come keep you company."

Jason glanced at you. "Why would you want to do that?" he asked, crossing his arms. "You know the others would have a fit if they saw us together."

You huffed a soft sigh, looking out at the city. "I know that," you acknowledged, your voice tinged with resignation. "But that doesn't stop me from wanting to check in on you once in a while."

Jason's expression remained stoic, his gaze fixed on the distance. "I can take care of myself, you know," he replied. "I don't need anyone checking in on me."

You watched as Jason walked away, his lone figure disappearing into the shadows as disappointment washed over you.

Your shoulders slumped as you found yourself alone on the rooftop. It seemed like no matter how many times you tried to reach out to him, he would always push you away.

You felt trapped, bored and restless, like a bird in a cage. You had once found contentment in this situation, but now it felt suffocating. Was it appropriate to feel frustrated? Were you allowed to cry?

Time passed, and you found yourself growing increasingly distracted. Missions mandated team-ups sometimes, but you were consistently prohibited from missions involving Jason. You couldn't help but feel frustrated by the constant monitoring and restrictions.

Despite your best efforts to focus on other aspects of your life, you couldn't shake the persistent thought of Jason. You found yourself wondering what it would be like if he were still by your side, if he still cared for you.

You sat alone on the roof again, your head buried in your hands. The failure of the previous mission weighed heavily on your mind, and you couldn't shake off the feeling of disappointment in yourself.

Your friends, the rest of Bat-family, observed your repeated mistakes. They pointed out that you were distracted, unable to focus on your missions due to your preoccupation with Jason. They were correct; your fixation on him led to failures and lapses in performance.

The weight of their words and the restrictions that came with it all felt overwhelmingly suffocating. You yearned for freedom, to act on your own accord, without the watchful eyes and constant scrutiny from the Bat-family.

You tensed up as you heard heavy footsteps approaching. Before you even turned around, you recognised the distinct gait and knew exactly who it was.

"Still moping, I see." Jason's tone was nonchalant yet slightly mocking, his presence felt like a sudden weight in the air.

You took a deep breath and slowly looked up at him, trying to keep your emotions in check. "I'm not moping," you retorted, your voice defensive. "I'm just thinking."

Your gaze shifted back to Jason as you noticed that he had removed his helmet, revealing his familiar face. The intensity of those sky blue eyes met yours, and involuntarily, you found yourself staring into them.

You sighed as you removed your own mask. “If your helmet is off, then I’m going to guess you wanted to talk.”

Jason leaned against the railing beside you, the night air rustling silently around you both. "You're not wrong," he admitted, his voice slightly gruff. "I came up here for a reason."

Curious, you turned to face him fully, the city lights casting a glow on his face. "And what would that reason be?" you asked.

Jason paused, his expression serious as he studied you for a moment. "I've been watching you," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "Your performance on missions lately has been... lacking."

You couldn't help but let out a frustrated groan as Jason brought up the subject. "Don't start," you protested, your voice filled with resignation. "I don't want to talk about this."

Jason's eyebrow raised slightly at your response. "Why not?" he questioned, his gaze boring into you. "It's pretty obvious something's weighing on you."

You fidgeted under his intense stare, knowing deep down that he was right. "It's complicated," you answered, looking away. You raised your brow “Shouldn’t you be glad that I’m failing them anyway?”

Jason huffed, the corner of his lip curling slightly. "Fair point," he conceded, "I should be, but I’m not. I don't want you to be failing missions. I don't want you putting yourself in danger because you're too distracted."

You were taken aback by his unexpected response. "Why do you care?" you asked, “You're not exactly known for worrying about anyone else's welfare, let alone a vigilante like me."

Jason's expression remained stoic, but his eyes betrayed a hint of vulnerability. "It's not that I care," he said gruffly, looking away. "And you're not just any vigilante. You're..." He trailed off.

You scoffed, “I’m what? Your best friend?” Jason's gaze snapped back towards you.

"What if you are?" he shot back, his tone defiant. "We have a history, whether you like it or not. You still mean something to me, and I don't like seeing you in danger because of some distraction."

You held his gaze as you shook your head, “But, do you not feel betrayed? After what happened to you? Surely, you’re angry at me as well.”

"I do feel betrayed," He admitted, his voice low and bitter. "I'm angry, hurt, and... disappointed. You know exactly what I went through, what they did to me. But in some strange way, I can't bring myself to hate you."

You looked into the city in front of you, getting lost by the hundreds of lights being lit up. “I’d understand why you became like this, but still caring about me is something I don’t understand.”

Jason leaned against the railing, mirroring your gaze and looking out at the cityscape below. "Honestly," he spoke, his voice laced with a mix of bitterness and resignation, "I don't understand it either. It's a messed-up thing, you know? Caring about someone who was partially responsible for your downfall."

You remained silent, the truth of his words hanging in the air like a bitter potion. It was a contradiction neither of you could explain, but it existed nonetheless. In a strange way, despite the anger and bitterness he felt, Jason still cared about you.

You shifted your gaze towards him, studying his profile in the soft glow of the city lights. "I never wanted any of this to happen," you said softly, a hint of remorse in your voice. "If I could go back and change things, I would… in a heartbeat."

Jason's words hovered in midair as your phone rudely cut in. You glanced at the screen, seeing Dick's name. You let out a frustrated sigh, knowing what that meant. "I need to go.” you told him.

Jason's shoulders slumped slightly, his expression unreadable. "Right," he said curtly, "Go, then. Can't have Nightwing coming after me for keeping you here too long."

As time continued to pass by, the yearning you shared with Jason remained unchanged. Although neither of you spoke about it, the unspoken connection between you was palpable.

The uncertainty and confusion of your dreams left you questioning yourself further. Were you going mad, or was there some profound wisdom hidden within these visions? Each night brought more unanswered questions, more tangled thoughts, and a growing sense of unease within you.

Your thoughts continued to be haunted by visions and memories of what was never. You yearned for the passionate embrace and messy kisses that remained just out of reach. The guilt of wanting more without ever truly having him weighed heavily on your heart. It felt like a sin, to long for something that could never be true.

On a rational level, you knew that mere thoughts and desires were not inherently bad. It was true that only actions had consequences. As long as you refrained from acting on your feelings and touched him, you were not doing anything wrong.

Your mind was consumed by the fiery desire that seared through you, the intensity building like towering waves, crashing over the boundaries of your control. The sheets of your bed felt ablaze as you yearned for the touch of his skin, the taste of his lips, and the overwhelming heat of his embrace.

One week had passed without encountering him, and you thought it was for the best. You found yourself sitting in your apartment, going about your business, when to your surprise, you noticed a familiar silhouette in the fire escape outside your window.

“….”

“…”

“Drat.” Jason mumbled.

You couldn’t believe your eyes as you saw Jason standing on the fire escape outside your window. “Jason?” you called his name softly,. “What are you… what are you doing here?”

“Was just in the neighborhood, y’know,” he said simply. “And I saw you through the window. Thought I’d drop by." Jason groaned and got straight to the point, “I wanted to see you,” he said bluntly.

A part of you was happy to see him, to hear him say that he missed you. But another part of you was wary, knowing that your presence together was a very risky endeavor.

“Jason…” you began, torn between your feelings and the consequences of indulging in this situation. “I don’t think this is a good idea. Dick- the others they could find out.” Jason rolled his eyes, “Since when do we care about what they think?” he retorted. “Besides, I’m more than capable of slipping in and out unnoticed.” You crossed your arms “What do you need anyway?”

Jason’s gaze flicked up and down your figure, “I just wanted to see you,” he said, his voice a little softer this time.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, “Is it so wrong to want to check on my… friend?” he sighs, getting straight to the point. “I don’t need anything specific. Just… wanted to see you. Make sure you are okay, I guess.”

“You can come in,” you said, as you stepped back to give him

Jason acknowledged your invitation with a small nod, and silently climbed through the window. He entered your apartment. “Nice place you got here,” he said, his gaze taking in his surroundings. “Very… cozy.”

You led him in your living room and turned to him, “So how long have you been spying me exactly?”

“Long enough to know you like to read in your spare time,” he quipped, gesturing towards the stack of books on your coffee table. “But to answer your question, I just got here. I wasn’t stalking you or anything,” he added. You scoffed, “What a jerk.”

“Rude much?” he grumbled under his breath, feigning offence. “I’m just concerned about you, can’t a guy worry about his friend?”

“Well not when said guy is sneaking around her apartment.” you argued back “Fine you got me.” he rolls his eyes.

“Jason, what’s going to happen for the both of us?” you asked, your eyes darting on the floor. It was hard to look at him. “You can’t have me, and I can’t have you. So now what?” Jason crossed his arms, “You know I don’t have an answer for that.” His frustration was evident, “What do you want me to say?” he asked you. “It is what it is. We’re stuck in a messy, complicated situation, and there’s no easy way out.”

“Well, I don’t know what to say either so that’s why I’m asking you.” you argued back.

“Why do you think I’m here, huh? I’m just as confused and frustrated as you are! There’s no easy answer to this. I care about you, and you care about me.” he scowls, “So what are we supposed to do?” asked, almost repeating your question. “Ignore this? Pretend we don’t feel anything?”

You huffed, “Well, you just want to solve this because I’m your weak point.” you coldy said. Jason’s jaw tensed at your words. “You really think that’s all this is?” he snapped, hurt laced in his voice.

“You think I’ve been coming here all this time because you’re my ‘weak point’? You think it’s just some convenience?”

You felt guilty for saying something so impulsive, "Look, I don't mean.."

“No,” Jason cut you off, his eyes narrowing. “You know damn well what you said. You think I’m just using you because you’re my ‘weakness’? You think I’m that shallow?”

He clenched his fists, trying to control his rising anger. “I’ve been risking everything just to see you, to be near you, and that’s how you think of me? As someone who just sees you as an easy escape?”

“I-”

“Save it,” he interrupted you again, his voice icy. “If that’s what you really think of me, then maybe it’s better if I just leave.”mJason turned away from you, heading back towards the window, his movements stiff and filled with pent-up frustration.

You immediately grabbed his wrist, "Please wait." Jason froze at your touch, his arm tensing at your hold. He didn’t turn to face you, but he didn’t pull away either. "I'm sorry Jason.." you said "Don't leave, I cannot bear to lose you again," He turned back towards you slowly, “Why do you have to make this so difficult?”

You closed your eyes, your hand clutching his wrist as you silently waited for more things he had to say.

In a moment of impulse, he pulled you into a passionate kiss. His arms wrapped around your waist, his lips meeting yours with desire and desperation. Your eyes widened, not expecting the sudden gesture but kissed him back. The kiss deepened as Jason’s grip around you tightened, the dam of pent-up emotions finally breaking. He kissed you fiercely, his tongue seeking entrance into your mouth as he pulled you closer, pressing your body against his.

The kiss was desperate, a culmination of months of longing and unspoken desire. Jason's hands roamed over your body. He guided you backwards until you bumped against the wall, trapping you. He broke the kiss momentarily, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath. His eyes burned into yours, the intensity in his gaze almost overwhelming, “Damn you,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion, “I can’t keep pretending that I don’t want this.”

"I've been thinking so much about this." you huffed as you looked deep into his eyes "Please tell me you do too." you pleaded.

Jason’s gaze softened as he looked into your eyes, his hands cupping your face gently. “You think I can deny it at this point?” he said, a hint of a wry smile on his lips. “You think I’d be kissing you like this if I didn’t want it just as bad?” His thumbs traced over your cheeks, his touch gentle. “I dream about you,” he confessed, his voice low and rough. “All the time. I can’t get you out of my head, no matter how much I try to push you away.”

Jason lifted you off your feet, his strong arms effortlessly carrying you to your bedroom. His eyes never left yours, the heat of his gaze burning with desire. He kicked the door shut with his foot before laying you down carefully on the bed, his body hovering over you.

Clothes were scattered on the floor as the room was filled with nothing but ruffles of fabric and blissful moans. The two of you wore nothing but underwear. He lets out a low hum, a small smile playing on his lips as he stares down at you. "So pretty for me,”

He slowly leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, then the tip of your nose. Jason's eyes roam over your features as if he's trying to commit them to memory. He lets go of your hands to lean down even further, his lips now pressing sloppy kisses along your neck. He slowly starts to grind against you, letting you feel how excited he is.

The sight of you like this, splayed out beneath him, is enough to nearly bring him to his knees. "You're so perfect," he praises.

He slowly slides his hands down from your hips to hook his fingers in the waistband of your panties. His fingers trail across your skin, teasing as he slides the fabric across your skin. "Can I take these off now, doll?" Your breath hitched as you nodded, “Yes.” His head was nestled in your legs as he looked at you with those beautiful eyes. He doesn’t speak any more, he just closes the distance. His tongue immediately flattens against your core, giving a slow, broad lick.

Your hands reach out to his hair, holding Jason in place. His lips close around your clit as he gives it a sharp suck and you moan. Jason groans, the sound coming from deep within his chest, and his hold on you tightens even more, holding you firmly in place.

“You’re so sweet, doll,” he murmurs, his mouth now shiny with spit. “Can’t wait to hear more of your pretty noises.” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, his head dipping down again to continue his meal.

He lets his tongue explore your center, lapping up every bit of you he could. He alternates between slow, languid laps and quick flicks of his tongue, wanting to hear every noise that comes out of your mouth.

“Mnn- m’ close..” you groaned.

He keeps his pace, his tongue working against you as his mouth doesn’t stop moving. “Then come for me, darlin’. I want you to come undone.” he murmurs in your pussy.

You whined, “But I wanna save it for you..”

He lifts his head to look at you, a lazy smirk on his face. His lips are glistening and his chin is glistening, his expression one of pure hunger. “You’re so sweet.” he smirks. “Then be a good girl and wait,” he murmurs. His fingers dig into your thighs a little harder, keeping you in place on the bed.

“I’ll make it worth the wait, I promise.” he says, his eyes never leaving your own. “Just gotta hold on for a little longer. Can you do that for me, doll?” You nodded “Y-yeah.. I can wait.” His eyes flick up to yours while he’s working on you, a small hum in his throat as he feels your fingers tangling in his hair.

He lets out a small moan, his eyes fluttering shut momentarily at the feeling of your touch. His own excitement is building too, his hips now rutting against the bed for some kind of friction. “Jay- god.. please..” you whispered. He hums again, the vibration rumbling against your skin. “Please what, darling’? Use your words.” he rasps, his mouth not stopping its work.

“Please.. m’ want you..”

“That’s my good girl.” he mutters, letting out a small huff. He lets go of your thighs, finally freeing you from his grasp. His eyes still haven’t left yours, his expression hung and hungry. His face is so messy. You can see your cum coating his lips and chin. Your hand reaches out to his face, fixing his messy hair and dirty face. Jason slowly starts to crawl up the bed now, his arms on either side of you as he covers your body with his own.

He leans down to press a kiss to your mouth, the heat from his body radiating against you. “Gonna make you feel so good, doll.” he mumbles into the kiss.

He grinds against you a bit, letting you feel the effect that you have on him. “You’re making this so hard, doll,” he groans, burying his head in the crook of your neck. His hands grip your hips as he slowly starts to push forward, a low moan coming from his lips as he does. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

“I-its big..” you whimpered. “I know, I know..” he murmurs, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your hips. His own head is starting to get fuzzy, his breaths coming out in pants “You’re doing so good for me, doll.” You moaned in bliss as he started to move. Jason doesn’t waste any time before thrusting in the sensitive walls of your core. “That’s my sweet girl, you’re so good f’ me. Taking me in so well.” he whispered in your ear.

“So perfect, so beautiful. I’m all yours baby, i’ll make ya feel so good..” his movements a combination of gentle and rough, as he showered you with kisses and touches.

There was no more need for words, no more need for confessions or explanations. The touch of his skin on yours, the sound of your soft gasps, the heat of your bodies interlocking -- that was all the evidence you both needed.

As the night drew to an end, you lay spent and laid in each other's arms. Jason's head rested on your chest, one arm draping over your waist as he listened to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat.He traced mindless patterns on your skin, his fingers mapping out the contours of your body. “You know this still doesn’t solve anything right?” he muttered eventually.

[tiddygame]

i’ve stared at this for so long that i now hate it and think ive lost all concept of how to write so take this and get it out of my google docs

the introduction is rough and the medical depictions (and accuracy/realism) could use some (a lot of) work but whatever! here it is, my vague yet still oddly specific idea of how the face reveal would go in @myriadblvck ’s streamer au:

tw: description of a panic attack? i think?

[this takes place post first irl meet but before they’re officially together]

imagine ghost has a glasgow smile but on one side they carved a little too deep and left some nerve damage. time and surgery helped, after which he could eat unimpeded and talk without a lisp, but there's still some facial nerve damage and/or skin contractures from scarring, specifically around the corner of his mouth.

now, everytime he smiles, be it shit eating grin or a full genuine joy filled smile that not even grumpy mcgrumperson could hold off, it always looks wrong because one corner doesn't raise fully like the other.

everything else is fine, there isn’t any facial paralysis, he just smiles… wrong. especially since only one eye properly squints when he smiles, giving him the look of someone who got stuck mid wink.

if he wants to look “normal” (or as normal as he could get it) he has to manually squint his other eye. still, it always felt weird; you don't realize how much those muscles affect the rest of your face until they're gone.

it's why he learned to always wear the mask.

when his expression is neutral, you don’t really notice it. if you can see his mouth when he talks however, it’s obvious that there’s something wrong. he wouldn’t say he’s necessarily ashamed of the scars and damage itself, but it’s the stares that are the worst. before he started hiding behind it, people would openly gawk or even glare at him as if he was some ne’er-do-well gang member that got what was coming to him.

he still remembers the cosmetic surgeon that had been talking to him about fixing the contractures— the whole appointment was a fucking nightmare. the cuts had healed nicely enough especially considering how bad it could have been; he was lucky to only need a little cosmetic help. the only reason he was there was so he could fucking eat food without struggling to open his mouth.

the doctor spent god knows how long breaking down everything wrong with his face like he was a fucking car mechanic lying about how dirty your filter is. the guy constantly mentioned that while he was under, they could also fix his jawline, do a rhinoplasty, trying to break him down to agree to more work.

he was already fuming my the time the doc brought up how kids would react. asking ghost if he wanted to scare children since “you cant expect the little youngins that are still learning about the world to not get scared by something scary,” and that “even some adults would cringe at the scarring.”

what stuck out most was the condescending smile he had when he said it. as if he was pointing out the obvious and ghost was being stupid and shortsighted by not agreeing.

he declined everything except what was medically necessary. the procedure went fine and after an aggravatingly long recovery period, he could eat solid foods again without issue. but the comments still stuck with him.

…okay, maybe he’s a little ashamed.

scaring kids with your face doesn’t feel good and being reminded of everything you’ve lost when you try to smile can really fuck you up in a way words fail to describe.

so yeah, he hates it. he’s gotten used to the mask, both skull clad balaclava and simple medical mask, being a permanent layer of armor. even now that he’s a bit more comfortable in his own skin it still feels wrong to pull it off.

when he gets close to soap, it still feels like a layer of vulnerability that he’ll never be prepared for.

the first time he let soap see his face, there hadn’t been any grandiose build up, no extravagant planning.

simon had arrived just a few hours earlier. he hated commercial flights with a burning passion but it was always worth it to see johnny.

with soaps twin out of town for the week, he had decided to take leave to spend time with his friend, a friend that he most certainly did NOT have a crush on (a disclaimer roach and gaz heard everytime they started snickering over ghost taking leave.)

johnny had cooked something nice and simple for dinner, saying that simon had spent too long with MREs and deserved real food (ghost only agreed if he was the one washing the dishes, soap had laughed and told him he's not so kind as to let him off the hook for chores).

when they ate, it was always in the living room with johnny taking care to always stay angled away from simon, never trying to catch a glimpse, regardless of how much he wanted to see what was under the mask. the obvious gesture of kindness and respect for his boundaries always left him feeling all weird and fuzzy inside. but, then again, johnny seemed pretty good at triggering that feeling in general.

their finished plates were on the coffee table and johnny was watching whatever dumb movie he had put on. he was pretty sure the man spent more time talking over it and making fun of everything than he did actually watching it (it was simon’s favorite way to watch a movie.)

ghost however, was watching soap. thinking.

in the end, it was an impulsive decision made after a strong three seconds of consideration.

“you uhm— you can look by the way,” ghost stared at the can of soda in his hands, immediately regretting the words.

“what?” soap didn’t fully turn, just shifted slightly to hear him better. a simple gesture to show he was listening without turning to face him. it normally made simon happy to see that johnny was more than willing to accommodate for his boundaries. now though it made him feel stupid for robbing johnny of a normal face to face conversation, a normal human interaction, just over his idiotic insecurities.

“my face, you—,” he felt his heart block his airway and tried clearing his throat before continuing, “you can look if you want,” christ he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. why was he getting so fucked up over this?

“are you sure?” he hadn’t turned yet, but ghost could see his pensive expression from here. this should be nothing. realistically, he knew johnny seeing his scars wouldn’t suddenly make him hate him… right?

“yes.”

but it was more than the fear of hatred, wasn’t it? he was scared that johnny would see him. see more than just the scars, see all of the ugly idiosyncrasies and insecurities laid bare. afraid that johnny would see the truth of how unlovable he was.

jesus he was getting so fucking worked up and dramatic over nothing.

ghost didn’t look up. he made an effort to not focus on his peripheral vision. he heard soap turn, heard the intake of breath. the silence was loud only for a second. then, deafening white noise surrounded him, inescapable, suffocating.

fuck.

he didn’t regret giving permission but god did he regret everything else; the stupid scars, the stupid nerve damage, the stupid way he had managed to fall for someone so fucking good like johnny while he was unequivocally unworthy of his love.

stop being so fucking dramatic. you are not together, never have been and never will be. reality was blatant in front of him but it didn’t stop his heart from foolishly hoping.

he heard soap stand and walk closer. saw from where he was still staring a hole in the can his feet step in front of his. saw johnny’s hands raise. he took a deep breath in, closed his eyes, and with a great deal of effort didn’t flinch when soaps fingers grazed his cheek.

both of his hands came up to cup his face, holding him and ever so slightly tilting his face up, giving him the chance to pull away. he didn’t. he may be a coward but he wasn’t backing down.

ghost eventually opened his eyes to see soap staring at him with wide eyes. he looked away, staring off to some point on the right. he hated not knowing what soap was thinking.

they stayed there for a while before soap broke the silence, muttering, “i fuckin knew you had freckles.”

it was stupid but it shocked a laugh out of ghost. he meant to drop his head, embarrassed that something so dumb made him laugh, but accidentally just pushed himself further into soaps hands making him blush.

he looked up and saw soap staring even harder than before. the chuckle died in his chest.

“do that again.”

ghost just gave him a confused look.

“smile.”

such a simple request, a one word sentence, but it set his face ablaze. his breath caught in his throat, somewhere around where his heart was still trying to choke him.

…he hadn’t thought it was that bad but soaps reaction indicated otherwise. fuck. was his it that awful? he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. this was stupid. he was stupid.

“simon,” of course, one word from johnny and it felt like he could breathe again.

“please?”

fucking goddamn soap and his stupid fucking puppy dog eyes and the way he has ghost wrapped around his fucking finger without even realizing.

ghost smiled. there was no real mirth, more a grimace than anything else. he just wanted to get this over with.

soap was still staring at him, his thumbs tracing his lips, following scars, drawing imaginary lines between freckles… if he wasn't so terrified it might have felt nice.

“Christ,” ghosts heart cracked more, “you weren't lying when you said you were beautiful.”

ghost huffed a laugh and went back to staring off to the right, the fake smile dropping. of course soap would try to lighten the mood with a joke.

his panic fled as quickly as it had consumed him, now just left sitting in soap's living room, face still cradled in caring hands, resigned to his mistakes.

he felt so tired and johnny's hands felt so inviting.

“i wasn't joking,” soap looked…upset? angry? wait— fuck, what’d he do?

ghost stared back at soap, confused and tired. soaps nails felt the grooves of the scar, catching where the skin was raised and lowered.

“you don't have to lie, soap. im a grown man. I'm not fragile. you don't need to coddle me,” ghost said it like it was a joke, hoping soap would laugh along and that this would all just blow over. that tomorrow morning they could forget this ever happened.

“are you calling me a liar?” soap’s brow furrowed. great. instead, he had managed to make everything worse and piss off soap as well.

ghost took in a deep breath, giving himself another shot at calming things down, “no, I'm not. I think you're lying, but you're not a liar,” he stood and stepped to the side, grabbing their dirty plates and walking them to the kitchen sink, “you just don't want to upset me, it's fine. I get it. you're a nice person but you don't have to lie to spare my feelings.”

“I am not fucking lying!” as per usual, all ghost had managed to do was make things worse. there’s a reason he had decided to stick to the battlefield and give up on domesticity.

“well alright then. agree to disagree,” he turned the kitchen tap and started rinsing the dishes, waiting for the water to heat up. just walk away. end it there. let us forget about this stupid blunder and move on. please just leave it. please, please, please—

“no.”

the force behind it damn near made ghost drop the plate he was holding. he managed to set it in the sink carefully and turned to face soap, who was now in the kitchen as well.

“i— I'm not just gonna fucking— simon,” soap took in a deeper breath and went to continue but ghost was faster.

“johnny,” he interrupted, walking forward with his hands up in a gesture of surrender, approaching slowly.

one last chance to not fuck everything up.

“the fact is they're called deformities for a reason. they're not cute. they're not pretty. they're your body’s way of healing what it can and protecting what it can't. it's not meant to look nice, it's just—”

“bullshit they’re not pretty! says fucking who?” the genuine distress in soap’s voice and force behind his words caught him off guard. “simon—”

he huffed and ran his fingers through his hair roughly, pulling slightly at the strands. christ, ghost needs to shut the fuck up. every single time he speaks he just upsets soap more and more.

he needs to retake his hostage negotiations courses. clearly he has forgotten everything about how to diffuse a situation.

johnny takes another second to breathe and collect his thoughts before he speaks.

“simon. I know that— that ‘this’ isn't something that's going to fix itself overnight and I don't expect it to. but, ‘the fact is,’ I think you're pretty.”

ghost opens his mouth to disagree but johnny doesn’t let him.

“no no,” johnny put his hand over simon’s mouth, shocking him into silence. he blinks twice, stupefied.

“i think— no. I know you're pretty. cute even. beautiful is a given but obviously worth mentioning.”

his hand moved to cup simon’s cheek. ghost grabbed his wrist but didn’t stop him, wether it was a warning or encouragement he himself didn’t know.

johnny continued, unperturbed, “you disagreeing doesn't change that, right?”

there was a pause and simon realized he wanted an answer.

“johnny-”

“ah ah!” his hand moved back to cover his mouth, grabbing his face and shaking his head back and forth, over accentuating his words, “you disagreeing doesn't change that, right? yes or no.”

he stopped shaking him and moved his hand back to simon’s cheek. simon sighed, defeated, “yes. you are right.”

johnny looked smug, “good. and what do you say when i give you a compliment you don’t agree with?”

simon sputtered, “wha— i don't fucking know—”

“nothing! you don’t say anything!” soap looked way too proud of himself and he continued, “or thank you if you feel so inclined.”

“that was a trick question,” simon replied eventually.

johnny thumbed over his scars once more, again tracing them, “sure it was. now go take a shower.”

he patted his cheek twice and walked to the hallway.

“wait,” johnny probably shook the few remaining brain cells out of his head. “this whole conversation ends with you telling me that I stink?”

“yes. rancid,” johnny opened the door to the linen closet. simon was still in the kitchen. the tap was still running.

“no dipshit, do you not remember telling me that commercial planes makes you feel gross?” johnny threw a towel at him, which he caught just in time for johnny to hit him with a bath rag.

ghost had mentioned that… ages ago, he thinks. on facetime with each other, discussing the merits of bathrooms on public transport. he had said that enclosed, crowded spaces like commercial planes or buses made him feel, well, gross. how—or why—did he remember that?

“but… I’m supposed to wash the dishes?” a weak argument against the stubbornness he was faced with but simon had officially lost track of his mind and this conversation.

johnny shot him a weird look as he walked back towards the kitchen sink. simon still hadn’t moved.

“did you think i was being serious earlier?”

“yes???” he felt like he had been given a lobotomy.

johnny decided to take pity on him and explained in a soft voice that felt out of place, “i was being sarcastic. i’m not going to make you wash the dishes, simon.”

“but that was the agreement: you cook and i wash the dishes.”

johnny laughed as if he remembered something funny, “yeah, i lied.”

simon still stood there, trying to figure out if he had a stroke. johnny had been angry, completely pissed at him, but now was letting him off the hook and calling him pretty? what the fuck is happening?

johnny turned him and pushed him towards the hallway. simon could have resisted but his resolve always seems to crumble around johnny mactavish.

“now go shower, you beautiful bastard,” soap grabbed one of the plates out of the sink and started washing it with water that had probably heated ages ago.

ghost walked towards the bathroom, feeling like he was on autopilot, limbs disconnected from his brain. his cheek still felt… odd? weird? tingly?

it felt something from where johnny had grabbed it. ghost thinks… he thinks he likes the feeling, whatever it is.

he needs to sleep.