#dick would actually go into cardiac arrest

[awhoreintheory]

Another idea with Peter in Gotham is his clones also ends up there as well.

In the comics Peter has two clones, three if you count the ultimate verse and the potential comedic value of Peter in Gotham and his clones also somehow ended up there as well??

Any batfam member: who were those three people you were with earlier?

Peter:... Those were my siblings, I'm a quadruplet

Dick who just found out Peter is his son: you're a what???

Idk I just think that scenario would be funny

Im challenging someone to find it, because I read ONE singular Peter in gotham fic with a similar idea, and I can't find it anywhere

That's how you know the ideas SLAPS.

Idc about the circumstances that leads Peter and his clones into Gotham, but pure crack ensues. How are you supposed to take anything seriously with 4 spider-man's flipping around, one of which is built like a brick shit house btw, causing mayhem, but also walking women to their cars? Stopping domestic disputes? Fixing a little kids broken school project?

It literally looks like a family of spiders is trying to make their home in a bats cave. It's funny, but also a little scary.

Now, Peter being Dick's son thrown into the mix? Chaos to the tenth degree. Maybe up until this point, spider-man hasn't been connected back to Peter, and they're also running around making different connections and working different jobs, so they're not seen in public together too often. Peter's working in the library with Barbara, who has already put together that this is Dick's God damn secret love child, right. Dick is slowly trying to ease himself into his kid's (his! His kid!) Life, slowly broach the topic of "hey... so, uh, have you ever thought about meeting your dad?"

Peter hums. "No, not really."

Dick winces, and Barbara offers a sympathetic pat when Peter looks away.

"Well, ok, a little awkward, but—"

The library door bursts open. A Peter lookalike comes in, holding a brown paper sack and a phone. "Can't believe you're somehow able to leave and forget your lunch and your phone. How have you even survived this long?"

"I haven't." Peter deadpans. They both laugh. Dick and Barbara's head swivel back and forth.

"And, uh, who is... this?" Barbara snaps out of her shock first. Peter's records didn't mention a sibling... then again, they were fake. Convincing fakes to the untrained eye, but nothing held up under The Barbara Gordon's scrutiny.

"My, uh, brother?" Peter raised an eyebrow, probably at his boss's weird reaction, and his boss's friend's horrified face.

But how could Dick not be horrified? The two teenagers in front of him were identical. Identical twins. He had two sons and he didn't even know about them. How does that not come up? No, no Dick should've done better research. Oh, god, he has twin sons.

"I didn't—" Dick's voice cracks embarrassingly. He clears his throat. "I didn't, uh, know you had a twin."

Peter's twin tilts his head, studying Dick.

"Actually, I'm a quadruplet!" Peter cheerfully rings, grinning ear to ear.

Dick's heart nearly gives out.

[fuzzyhenry]

Coroner's Secret Life

Working in the morgue has its perks, especially with my unique... hobby. Every corpse that comes through those steel doors is like a potential new outfit to me. I've perfected my technique of preserving and wearing them like a second skin - my own little secret that nobody would ever suspect.

Today's "client" really got my attention.

Sprawled on my metal table was this massive 50-year-old white dude who'd dropped dead from a heart attack at some club. Man, he was a sight - all that soft, pillowy flesh with a layer of silver-streaked hair covering his belly and chest. Those man boobs were like two perfect cushions. But holy fuck, what really made my jaw drop was his package. His dick was a goddamn masterpiece - thick as his wrist with this gorgeous mushroom head. Even in death, it was impressive.

My latex gloves squeaked against the cold steel of my tools as I circled the table, already planning how I'd preserve this particular specimen. My fingers trembled slightly with anticipation as I reached for my first instrument...

I'm a professional first, so I go through the motions of my actual job. The Y-incision is perfect, and I document everything meticulously. Heart shows classic signs of cardiac arrest - no surprises there. But my hands are already itching to get to the real work.

I make my signature incision - one clean line down his spine, like an invisible zipper. My modified tools slide under his skin, separating it from muscle with practiced precision. It's amazing how the whole thing comes off in one beautiful piece, like peeling a ripe fruit.

The skin suit is magnificent - warm and heavy in my hands, still holding its shape perfectly. The chest hair is still soft and natural, and that gorgeous thick dick is still intact, the foreskin preserved just right. The belly fold feels so real between my fingers, and those love handles... damn, they're gonna sit just right on my hips.

The skinsuit slides into my special preservation tub with a soft splash. The fluid - my own formula that took years to perfect - immediately starts working its magic. It'll keep the skin tissue alive at a cellular level, making it perfectly wearable while maintaining that natural warmth and elasticity. I watch as it bobs gently in the solution, those hairy love handles and that impressive package floating like some bizarre aquarium display.

Turning back to the table, I deal with what's left - just muscle, organs, and bones now. Time for the clean-up. I reach for my phone and dial the familiar number.

"Yeah, got another one for you guys," I say casually to the crematory staff. "Standard procedure, cardiac arrest case. I'll have the paperwork ready."

While waiting for them to arrive, I can't help but keep glancing at the tub. In just 24 hours, that beautiful piece will be ready to wear. I can already imagine how it'll feel sliding over my own skin, those soft man boobs settling against my chest, that thick dick hanging heavy between my legs...

I lift the skinsuit from the tub, watching the excess fluid drip off in thick rivulets. The weight of it feels good in my hands - all that preserved flesh, hair, and that magnificent cock swaying as I carry it to my special drying room. I hang it carefully on my modified rack, making sure everything's properly aligned. The warm air circulates around it, drawing out the moisture while keeping the tissue supple.

Once it's perfectly dry, I fold it with practiced care - like packing an expensive suit. Into my discrete medical bag it goes, and I head home, my heart racing with anticipation.

In my bedroom, I spread it out on the bed. Fuck, it looks even better in the soft lighting here. I strip down completely, my own skin tingling with excitement. The skinsuit feels warm and inviting as I begin to step into it, starting with the legs. I guide my feet through, then my calves, thighs... The dead man's flesh envelops me like a lover's embrace. I work my arms into the sleeves, feeling the weight of those man boobs settle against my chest. The belly folds drape over my torso.

The most delicate part is always the face - I ease my head through, adjusting the eye holes, the mouth... Then I feel it - that moment when the skin fully wraps my own body heat. I'm becoming him.

But the skinsuit hangs loose on my frame - like wearing an oversized rubber suit. The belly sags, the man boobs droop unnaturally, and that massive dick flops awkwardly against my thigh. But I've got the solution right here. I reach for my special bottle, the one with the morphing formula I've perfected through years of trial and error.

The liquid burns going down, tasting metallic and sharp. Then it starts - that familiar tingling sensation spreading through every cell of my body. I watch in the mirror as my frame begins to expand, filling out the skinsuit like a balloon being inflated. My chest swells to match those perfect man boobs, my belly grows rounder and softer, pushing out until it fits snugly in the loose folds of skin. My shoulders broaden, arms thicken, and thighs expand until they're properly thick and hairy.

The most intense feeling is when my groin adapts to his massive package. I feel the stretch and pull as my own penis morphs to match his impressive size. The wrist-thick shaft fills out perfectly, that beautiful mushroom head hanging heavy and full between my newly thick thighs.

I run my hands over my new body, feeling how perfectly everything has aligned. The skin no longer feels like a suit - it's become me. Every hair, every fold, every dimple is exactly as it was on my morgue table. I grab my soft belly, feeling it jiggle realistically...

My hand wraps around my new cock, and holy fuck - it's so thick I can barely get my fingers around it. The skin is velvety soft, with those prominent veins running along the shaft just like I remembered from the morgue. I give it a slow stroke, feeling how the foreskin glides perfectly over that massive mushroom head. When I pinch the glans, a shiver runs through my entire body - the sensitivity is incredible, maybe even better than the original owner experienced.

The weight of it in my hand is intoxicating. Each stroke makes my new belly and boobs jiggle slightly. I catch my reflection in the mirror - this 50-year-old bear of a man, all soft curves and silver-streaked hair, working his massive tool. The contrast between who I really am and this borrowed flesh makes everything more intense. My thick fingers explore every inch, squeezing, stroking, teasing...

Pre-cum starts beading at the tip, and I smear it around the swollen head with my thumb. The sensation makes my knees weak, and I have to brace myself against the wall. This new penis is so responsive, so perfectly preserved...

After what feels like an hour of edging this magnificent piece of equipment, it finally happens. The orgasm builds from somewhere deep in my borrowed balls, rising through that wrist-thick shaft like a tsunami. My new body convulses - belly quivering, man boobs shaking, thighs trembling. Holy fuck, it's so different from my original body's orgasms.

The first rope of cum shoots out with such force it hits the mirror across the room. The second and third blasts are just as powerful, and I can feel every pulse through this massive meat. My thick fingers can barely hold on as the shaft throbs and pumps. The sensation is overwhelming - like my consciousness is exploding through every inch of this borrowed flesh.

I'm making sounds I've never made before - deep, guttural grunts that rumble from this bigger chest. My soft belly heaves with each breath, covered in sweat and stray drops of cum. The preserved skin responds exactly like living flesh, flushed and sensitive. That gorgeous mushroom head is still pulsing, drooling the last drops of cum...

My legs are shaking so hard I have to sit down, feeling how my heavy ass spreads on the bed, that spent dick still twitching between my thick thighs...

Created using AI.

[sapphicmsmarvel]

acotar characters loving a plus size reader

NSFW bc of descriptors. But like, actual smut? Nah. also body worship vibes but again, not Explicit.

Azriel: if he could spend eternity between your thick thighs, it would never be enough. Whether that be his head, hand, shadows, dick, anything. He lives for it. He loves you in any clothes (especially his) but seeing you in a cute little sundress while he stuffs his cock into your cunt? Heaven on earth for this man. 

Cassian: this man loves your hips oh my. He loves when you wear his shirts and your plush hips just peek out from the shirt. It’s a tantalizing mystery that he has to solve every time. Aka, whenever he sees it, he will eat you out. Either against the wall or in bed, always private because he refuses to let anyone else see you the way he does. 

Rhysand: this man loves your arms. yall know that one jessica chastain and oscar isaac clip? Rhys always does that to you! He purposefully buys you dresses that will show them off! When you made your mating/wedding bargain with him, he made sure the tattoo did not cover your beautiful skin there. He loves holding your arms above your head while he pounds your body into the mattress. 

Feyre: sit. on. her. face. She’s so in love with your size! Your thighs? She could die perfectly happy! Your tummy? Oh my Gods, the most beautiful sight to her is when she’s eating you out and can see those thighs quivering and stomach trying to catch a breath. She loves you in any type of clothes, but seeing you wear a dress? She’s floored every time. 

Morrigan: your stretch marks are everything to her. She loves kissing them and tracing them with her tongue. She loves when you wear a netted or mesh fabric that shows them off a little bit. Whenever you wear revealing clothes that show them, she always has a hand on them, tracing them delicately with her fingers just imagining the sounds you were going to make that night while she fucked you. 

Amren: She would never, in a million years, say it to your face; but she loves your cheeks. Both your ass and face. She loves how squishy and red your cheeks get when she fucks you (again, both of them). She loves the cellulite, the stretch marks. You look like a statue from her time. You’re her home. 

Nesta: Her and Cassian have a type, it’s the hips. She loves when you wear a skin tight cotton dress. She can see the outline of your perfect body, the fabric hugging every curve that she is dying to sink her teeth into. She does bite in bed, but she can’t help it. How dare you look so fucking hot that she can’t contain herself? 

Elain: elain isn’t one for vulgarity, but my gods your tits. She constantly has to catch herself from just face planting into them because she loves it there. A lot of times if you’re sitting at a counter or standing in a mirror, she’ll just walk up behind you and cup your boobs in her hands and just squeeze. She cannot help it. 

Lucien: he is an Ass man. He likes having something to grip. He loves watching your skin recoil at the force of his thrusts. You’re just so hot it makes him breathless sometimes. 

Eris: Like Morrigan, nothing, on this earth, makes him weaker than your stretch marks. Every time you have sex he is kissing and tracing, sometimes licking them. He can’t help himself. They’re just so pretty. 

Tarquin: if you ever wanna put this man into cardiac arrest, wear a bikini. Or frankly, don’t wear anything. He will not complain. He’s not really a Territorial Guy, just a smug bastard that smirks and touches you when he knows people want what’s his. If you’re in your bedroom wearing just a robe he will 100% just walk by and untie it just so you don’t have anything on.

[justice-maul]

Avengers Giving You a Blowjob | Headcanons

Summary: Asking the avengers for a blowjob and rating the experience solely based on my opinion, I couldn’t fit all of the avengers so sorry if I missed some

Author Note: Please keep in mind that english isn’t my first language. I’m working on all of your requests but in the meantime here’s a little treat for you guys.

Warning(s)⚠: dom reader, no use of pronouns, cum in mouth/face, gagging/choking, spit, drool, frottage, deep throating, face fucking, degrading, praising, and hair pulling

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Tony

The moment the words come out of your mouth he’s already on his knees and taking off your pants

Such a tease the entire time, giving you kitten licks, and swallowing your cock only for a quick second before teasing you all over again

If you want to make him actually suck your dick, hold him by his hair in place and thrust up into his mouth his eyes will roll back as he moans around you and finally starts doing it

Once he starts you won’t want him to stop, he’s an expert with his mouth and is extremely good with his tongue too, rarely pulling away for a break the entire time

He loves it when you fuck his throat and use his mouth he could cum from you just doing so but he won’t stop until you’ve came and loves it when you degrade him

The moment your close he’ll put your entire length in his mouth and let you cum down his throat swallowing and savoring every drop licking your cock clean

He’s really good overall but he’d just prefer it if you’d fuck his face instead so he’s an extreme tease for the first half just wants to be told off

Steve

Shocked you even asked him but is still willing, he nervously gets down on his knees and asks if he can take off your pants

He’s trying to figure out how to make you feel good and looking up at you for instructions or an indication that he’s doing well so tell him that he is

Pulls away for some time to breathe before going immediately back in, he gets really into it after a while and starts to relax feeling more confident

Is a very quick learner and soon starts bobbing his head, flattening his tongue, kissing up your cock, and rubbing your entire length sensually

You can be rough or gentle with his hair hell love it either way and whine the entire time but it’ll give him a push to do better

When your close he doesn’t mind where you cum, but prefers it on his body rather than his mouth

A solid choice, he would be so adorable during it trying so hard to please you with his mouth and taking whatever you give him

Bruce

Give him a second he just had a mild cardiac arrest, seriously though give him a minute to recover he just died solely from your words alone

He’s willing but let him take his time, he slowly tries to swallow your cock gagging on your size and rubs whatever he can’t fit until he takes you all in

Instead of just using his spit he’s practically just cock warming you and he’s willing to do it while your busy

After the first time he’s much more willing to do it he gets into it and actually might ask you first sometimes

At first, he has to pull away a lot but eventually just gets used to having you in his mouth and can just hold you there

Doesn’t mind where you cum just doesn’t like it on his face but wouldn’t mind if you came down his throat

Overall he’s a nervous wreck so you’d have to give him a good minute before he can even fit your cock in his mouth but after that, he gets used to it and starts liking it

Natasha

Not even slightly surprised or embarrassed the moment your pants are off it becomes straight-up porn star material

She’s slow but not painfully or in a teasing way, she’s slow in a passionate hot way taking her time sucking you slowly and softly licking you sensually

She’s the messiest of the bunch letting drool spill out of the sides of her mouth and will spit on your cock for a lubricant and kiss your cock with wet puffy lips

Although she isn’t teasing you at first she will later on tease you just to mess with or even swallowing your cock whole while looking up at you innocently during

Doesn’t have to pull away to breathe but hums while she takes in your length letting it vibrate around your cock as she laughs at your reactions

Doesn’t care where you cum but loves it on her face if you cum in her mouth she’ll show you it before swallowing it down, sticking out her tongue teasingly

Best one yet, you want a good time? ask her, she’ll give you the ride of your life and leave you breathless with a smile plastered on her face

Thor

Happy that you asked and is completely down for it, he’s excited and eager to do it just for the fun if it

He immediately just inhaled your cock taking you to the base, your dick hitting the back of his throat and his tongue flattened and rubbing the underside of your cock

I’m convinced that this man has no gag reflex and can deepthroat you without even needing to breathe you can do whatever he’s that talented

All of his movements are fast and rough just love the feeling of you in his mouth fucking his throat like a fleshlight

A little sloppy with your cock, spit dribbling out of his mouth and him licking you constantly he doesn’t spit but his mouth waters a ton when he’s deep-throating you

Prefers to swallow your load the bigger the amount the better he just wants you to ruin his mouth and loves it when you make a mess out of him

He’ll give you quick relief with his immediate intensity and mouth skills but if you prefer to just take your time he doesn’t mind that either he has high stamina after all

Wanda

Probably never sucked dick so she’s confused why you asked her but does it anyways

She loves foreplay taking her time rubbing your cock and massaging your balls pressing a kiss on your cock before sucking lightly on the tip

But don’t worry she’s not too slow the moment she has you fully in your mouth she immediately starts gagging on your cock and squeezing her thighs together

She likes to just have you on her tongue the feeling is relaxing to her and likes it when you lightly pull on her hair to get her to move faster

The most clean and obedient one of the bunch she does look for you to give her instructions from time to time but then she just goes off of instinct

Prefers for you to cum on her chest but if you want to cum in her mouth do it on her tongue instead of down her throat, she prefers to taste it first

Very romantic and sensual preferring to take her time with foreplay before going fast so she’s pretty good at it depending on your type

Bucky

Doesn’t know why you want him of all people to do it so you're gonna have to explain why but once he hears that he’ll hesitantly agree

He gets on his knees leaning on his metal arm for support while trying to take you in his mouth and god is it a sight to see, the entire time his eyes are on you watching to see if you don’t like it

Extremely nervous the entire time wrapping his soft lips around your cock, praise him throughout it’ll make him suck your cock like his life depends on it

He’s hesitant to use his metal arm but when he does you groan from the cold feeling of it, your juices mixing with his spit and giving you a whole new sensation

Not messy but likes to coat your dick in saliva and suck you off clean, he’s thorough with it trying to reach every inch of you to make you feel good

He doesn’t care where you cum as long as it’s on him he loves the feeling and if you cum in his mouth a small whimper leaves his mouth purely from the feeling

He’s very shy but is good if you want a new thing, he’s the type to try hard during it once he gets over the self deprecation and esteem problems 😅

[danosrosegarden]

sex, drugs, etc. - amy price x edward nashton (NSFW) ₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊

{contains: descriptions of smoking weed/being high, established trust/consent, descriptions of intox kink, oral sex (fem receiving), and a handjob.}

note: oh hey, here's that gotham oc i was talking about awhile ago! i hope you like her. please. from now on, feel free to request anything with amy!

"Hold it, hold it, hold it!"

Edward's reddened, forest green eyes were glazed over with glossy sheets of tears as he coughed hard, a cloudy puff of smoke bursting out from his mouth.

Amy was a good smoke buddy. She'd laugh at Eddie's inability to hold his smoke for more than a few seconds, but her presence still comforted him. She would dance with him when he was feeling the mile high elation and would pet his hair and shush him when he was feeling the gnawing paranoia. She was good for braving new storms in general, always so willing to hold his hand and dive into the abyss together.

His crush was abounding and hopeless, needless to say. There was no way the breathtaking mess that was Amy Price had time for the mushy gushy romance that Edward Nashton daydreamed about. It ripped his heart into bloody, jagged pieces, the thought that he'd never be able to have her in the way he really wanted. But what he had with her now was beautiful. Being her friend was a rollercoaster, a bright, supernova explosion...damn it, it was just fun to be her friend. So he would continue to buy weed from her and help her dye her hair in her bathroom and watch scary movies with her at midnight and he'd do it all with a smile on his face, never expecting more than what he already was blessed with. He couldn't afford to fuck it up.

Amy giggled as Edward shook his head rapidly. Droplets of tears poured from his eyes as he exploded into a guttural cough. "Gettin' better," Amy bit sarcastically as she waved away his smoke.

She was lucky enough to be one of two residents in her small complex. This wasn't without reason, though. The paint was peeling and the area was sketchy. Then again, what area of Gotham wasn't infected?

Her apartment reeked of a nauseating mix of weed and YSL perfume, but there was also something undeniably alluring about it to Edward. The trailing scent that Amy left on his jacket had served as shameful masturbation material for months now. God, he needed her. He'd take each little fragment, every little piece from the trail she left. Every hug that lingered a little bit too long to be considered just friendly. Every sly smile she'd thrown at him while watching the high wash over him. You're so cute when you're high, Eddie, she'd say, and he would have her smokey words memorized almost instantly to replay in his mind for later.

She was doing it on purpose. She had to be, right? She knew how tightly she had him wrapped around her finger. She knew that he'd do anything to make her smile, to see her happy. And deep down in her mind, she knew he'd do anything she asked him to. He'd humiliate himself. He'd be her bitch. It was all about her, and she knew it.

But he never expected to actually hear it, which is why he nearly went into cardiac arrest when Amy asked if he was a virgin one night while they were listening to records in her room.

"I...I'm sorry?" Edward managed to choke out.

"You don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable," Amy mumbled. "But I had an idea."

For fuck's sake. Edward was already in danger of fainting from the sheer percentage of blood rushing to his dick. "Uh...yeah. Yeah, I am. Why?"

A dusting of pink brushed itself across Amy's cheeks. Edward cracked a smile; it was a little sweet to see Amy finally falter in some way. She was so carefree and confident that many times Edward had wondered if there was anything that could make her blush or break. He had never once considered that it might be him.

"If you wanted it to be...I don't fucking know dude, special? With someone who really cared about you? Then. Y'know..."

He was really going to faint. He was sure of it now.

Amy took the look of whiplashed shock on his face as apprehension, disgust. "I'm so sorry. Man, it was stupid for me to even bring up. I'm a dumbass. I'm sorry, Ed."

Edward shook his head rapidly as Daniel Johnston continued to drone from Amy's dusty record player in the corner.

"No, no, it's not stupid. That's...that's really kind of you."

Amy peered up at him from where her eyes were drilling into the ground shamefully. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Edward nodded. "Just kinda scared, that's all."

Amy nodded.

They sat together for awhile in the gentle quiet. Edward thought about the times where Amy had paid for their restaurant food when his card declined. Or the times she'd driven him out of the city and to somewhere with clear lakes and thick-leafed, lush green trees. Or the times he had laughed with her until they were crying, the times she'd hummed him to sleep when the blood-stained nightmares came crawling into his brain. He had never had the courage to say it out loud or even entertain the thought of it for more than a few passing seconds, but in this moment, he was sure of it: he loved her.

"S'really not as scary as people hype it up to be," Amy said, breaking Edward from his rushing waterfall of thoughts.

He shook his head. "Easy for you to say."

Amy scoffed. "Callin' me a slut? I've been around the block, can't deny it."

She scooched closer to Edward. His cheeks burned. "But it's never mattered like it would matter with you. Unless you don't want any strings attached. I'd understand that."

Edward sensed a pang of disappointment ringing in Amy's voice, and his heart lurched. Never in a million years did he suspect Amy would want something more with him. Maybe just for fun on a drunken, sloppy night. But she meant it. She was serious. Jesus. This is the part where he really passes out this time.

It seemed Amy could sense the strings of tension tugging on Edward's heart. "Hey, I got another idea. How about we get high, and then it happens."

Edward laughed and pushed his glasses back up his nose. "That's your solution to every problem, huh, is just to get high?"

"Not every problem! Look, I was just thinking like this: when you get high, you normally begin to stop giving a fuck about most things. If you're high, you have less to worry about. Your brain can just go on autopilot. You can just be."

Edward nodded. Despite the raging thundercracks of anxiety rippling through his body, it did sound nice. To be able to shut his worries off and just let it happen.

Finally, he sighed and nodded. "Alright."

A grin spread itself wide across Amy's face. "Alright then. Hey, you stoplight me. Say red if you ever wanna stop. Red and it's done and we don't talk about it again. Yeah?"

A firecracker burst of energy and color exploded in his gut as he realized it: it was actually going to happen. That thing that he had dreamed about each night as he rutted into his hand and let his pitiful whines slip out from his throat. It was happening.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

It was raining, the night that it happened. They laid together on Amy's bed, the lights dim and the lofi music crackling on low. Edward listened to the sounds of the dark thunderclouds rumbling and the cold droplets of water pinging against the windows as Amy kissed him and rubbed a soft, gentle hand against the skin of his thigh. His hands trembled as they found a spot on the curve of her hips. He was sure she could feel how painfully hard he already was, and half expected her to laugh in that cruel cackle she always let loose. But she was soft with him. She kissed him gently and pet his head sweetly and God, if it had been possible to fall for her any harder, Edward was there.

Edward's head swam as Amy pulled away. "You remember?" she asked, her voice low and gravelly. "Red and we stop."

Edward felt the time around him liquefy as he blinked and nodded.

A deep warmth crackled and popped in his stomach like a burning campfire as Amy pulled down the boxers she was wearing. She ran a finger up and down her cunt, and Edward let a single, small gasp escape from him as she held the finger out. It was glistening in the dim, orange lampshade light, and he felt his own precum dribbling down to his thigh.

Amy grasped for the bedsheets as Edward dipped down to latch his tongue onto her. Her hips swiveled around as Edward sighed into her. He couldn't help the crooked grin that plastered itself across his face as he lapped gently at her clit. Her quiet little gasps and soft sighs went straight to the tightening knot balling up in his stomach. He'd never really stepped out of the dark in his life before. It was always the cold, the black, the grime, the grit, the pain...but her. There would never be a beam of warm, sparkling, assuaging sunshine like her. Maybe through this, he was finally doing something that felt right. Something just. Something good.

Amy laced her fingers through Edward's tangled hair and tugged. He whimpered at the burning shoots of pain that shot through his scalp. He wondered if Amy's brain was melting like he felt his was. Maybe she got high so often that she was just used to it at that point. But to Edward, this was enchantment. This was bewitchment. This was trust like he had never imagined possible. This was magic.

Amy pulled Edward's face away from her dripping cunt and motioned for him to sit back up.

He did as he was told swiftly, and Amy tugged on the elastic waistband of his boxers.

"You tell me."

Edward nodded rapidly. "Green."

She pulled the waistband down and gently wrapped a hand around his throbbing cock, spreading the glistening pearls of precum around his shaft. Edward closed his eyes, feeling the crashing waves of his high and his pleasure washing through his whole body. The warmth of them both swam around his brain and poured down into his curling toes as Amy slowly pumped her hand up and down.

Everything around him was dripping into one melting pot: the different flecks of grassy green in Amy's sparkling eyes. The droning music pouring from the record player. The spattering rain drizzling from outside. Out there was cold and dark and reminded Edward of the nights he'd spent sick with nausea and nightmares. But here, inside Amy's glowing room, his body pressed against hers...in here was safe.

Safe. What a concept. It always felt right out of his grasp, just an inch out of his reach. But that was the right word for what he felt with her. He felt safe.

[beanghostprincess]

Sanuso in the Zeff x Yassop old man romance cinematic universe would just be Sanji going into cardiac arrest the moment he learns of this and Ussop asking Zeff very very seriously if he is 100% sure about this, because he can do so much better. Yassop would be hurt by his son asking Zeff this, if it wasn't true. Also Sanji is jealous because his old man is getting dick and he is still stuck in the proverbial friendzone with Ussop because he is too chicken to do anything other than sigh wistfully in his general direction. Zeff is a little embarrassed by the attention, he gets very gruff and flustered about it

This is the funniest thing because I've always imagined Sanuso being already canon when the whole Zeff/Yasopp thing happens. But the thought of, like, Sanji pining hard while his dad already manages to get a boyfriend is extreme failguy behavior and I love it.

They start dating, fooling around, whatever- It's not serious, either. And Usopp is genuinely confused because "Okay, sir, I love my dad. He's the coolest person alive. I admire him. He's my hero. But why him? Seriously, why? Because you're like, you know, this great famous pirate and cook and you're. You know, you're you. And my father is a bit of a uh... He sucks. At relationships, I mean. He's not- He's not great. So why?" And maybe he's kind of, sort of, projecting? Because he sees Zeff the way he sees Sanji? With strong morals and a huge heart and awesome abilities and style and like, someone who could do so much better. And puts himself in his father's shoes and he's frightened because he's internally afraid Sanji won't want him and he doesn't understand why Zeff wants his dad. It's a whole thing.

While Sanji is crying and shaking on the floor with the "They're our dads this is so fucked up" excuse (which is bullshit lmfao but Sanji would definitely think this way) but actually he just doesn't like the relationship because seeing his dad getting to fall in love without even trying when he's been pining for Usopp for ages now, is kind of offensive and hurtful. He feels ridiculous. It's not fair! He's been way more romantic than his dad and yet Usopp doesn't notice him (or so he thinks).

This whole thing is amazing tbh they're just panicking in their own ways and Zeff and Usopp couldn't care less lmao they aren't even that serious. They're just. Like. Together but not really and their kids are making a whole deal out of it only because they can't confess but their dads can. Idiots.

[lucienarcheron]

Cassian: “I don’t see you spouting poetry, brother.”

Azriel: “I don’t need to resort to it.”

It would be funny if he did actually have to spout poetry for Gwyn. I love Az, but he’s giving small dick energy with his behavior.

Small dick energy is sending me.

He's an idiot boi that's for sure. I think Gwyn surprised him a lot in ACOSF and I think she will continue to do so in a way that has him lifting his brows a lot and chuckling quietly.

I do imagine a scenario where Gwyn is teasing him for one reason or another (he is very easy to make fun of tbh) and in the middle of their banter, he says something out of pocket as a joke and it'll go dead silent between them for a minute in shock. Azriel wants to shrivel up and die thinking he's insulted her as Gwyn blinks at him but then she starts laughing and that stupid glow in his chest comes back but the instant relief he feels turns into a cardiac arrest because "oh my god, he likes her."

Dumb Boi hours continue. Azriel is not as smooth as he thinks he is.

[marc--chilton]

(mgv) WOAH OK I JUST GOT BREAKING NEWS ON MGV BIOLOGY!!! KIND OF GROSS!!! INTERESTING TOO (update: i've been typing for at least one straight hour)

re: the term "litters" (disclaimer i am not in the medical field but i do like to look at diagrams) (second disclaimer this ended up being an anatomy lesson i am sorry ? )

okay so i have been wondering this entire time about the actual reproductive capabilities of people in the mgv. and where "litters" come from if (depending on the creator's own canon i guess) most folk are just having single babies. that's how it goes for my version of it anyway. so where do "litters" come in??

first we look at how doctors would define sex at birth, just male or female. OBVIOUSLY this the most basic, un-nuanced take of dimorphism anyway BUT i am not in the headspace to go into that tangent. just penis or vagina (if you're intersex gosh are they gonna try to fuck you over :( awful stuff) right, uterus or testes.

their secondary sexes don't show any signs outwardly for the first 15ish? years because their secondary systems are dormant. it depends on the person, 15 is just the minimum age they'll allow (i imagine this is a hot button topic). presentation any time under the age of 15 is incredibly dangerous because the process can put enough stress on the body to send them into cardiac arrest among countless other problems.

the secondary systems veer this way and that. the organs themselves adjust themselves not unlike gonads in embryos that can shift until it decides (through nature, nurture, whatever it may be is unknown) on alpha, beta, or omega.

alphas end up developing sperm (or bolstering pre-existing systems if they already do), are probably hellish to raise in a traditionalist family. dicks get knots, clits become knots during rut. the organs anchor in the front internally close to the primary reproductive system to bind with them.

omega organs will go backwards instead and attach to the lower GI tract and fuse into it and the ends balloon into a secondary uterus. omegas in heat are mechanically constipated -- no really. the canal gets swollen and inflamed and closes the colon, it's a workaround for the fact it's anal impregnation and is where you suspend your disbelief a little more okay.

betas are people whose secondary organs don't pass the arbitrary guideline on the spectrum of "omega" and "alpha". betas vary the most while also carrying over less of the more extreme traits in alphas or omegas in moods, instincts, urges, etc. secondary fertility varies with some factoring into their primary systems (male betas might get pregnant, female betas possibly could impregnate) while some betas' secondary reproductive systems don't develop much at all (this is the closest we get to irl people)

back to my original point. litters

male alphas and female omegas are the most standard coupling. since the ice age, since female omegas had the best odds of keeping the genetic line going. the term litters for humans came not from how many babies (or pups) were born at a time, but because since both primary and secondary reproductive systems can be impregnated, F-O can have more than one baby in succession. the fetuses of F-O individuals can have different fathers, and can be smaller than babies born singularly to prevent interference with F-O's mobility

while the rate of "litters" as a statistic has gone down over the course of evolution, the use of the term has stayed surprisingly steady. in cases of "true twins" (identical or fraternal twins who developed in the same womb) (or triplets or etc) some folks consider that a litter. "false twins" are those that develop one fetus per primary/secondary systems and are the only ones that ever qualify in textbooks as "litters"

[leelesbo]

“my mouth was AGAPE opening this” “i woukd be stupidly wet this is CRAZYYYDJ” “im. i. huffing. oh my hgod i hauve covdifjs ”

hehe very glad you enjoyed <3 and good job telling me so much about what you want and how you want it, bunny

i think the wetness would make it so much hotter, really. you’d be so wet just from wrestling with me so when i started to reach down id feel how wet you were. i could probably just stick my fingers inside and start fingering you so seamlessly like its the easiest thing in the world, almost casual, while you were still pinned down, being tickled, unable to catch a breath as you huff and mosn so much your ‘stops’ are barely even audible as well as your laughter . god i love the idea of fucking a butch like you. you’d act so tough but you’d be so easy to bring to your knees, a butch bunny that was looking for a beating and has gotten themself into trouble <3 . i could practice so much on you~ god it feels good to have a plaything

i could just sit on you and keep you there. oh, and you’d feel my bulge against you too, whether my hard packer or my actual cock, id make sure you press it rightttt up against you . id have worked up a sweat, maybe i’d take off my shorts so im just sittingn in my boxers and you could really see my hairy thighs and feel my heat

i could press my lips into the crook of your neck, so sensitive, ticklish even, and murmur about how pretty girl is wetting herself so well with precum

(on a semi related note, is puppy into anal? ~ <3)

- 🐗, a big mean dyke butch

fucking christ im going into cardiac arrest

this is so stupidly hot i am. squirming so muchhfjsjf also smth u should prbly know is i cannot do any penetration but like. having my dyke dick played with is hm…,,,.,..,,, hnmgjhhgg

“i could practice so much on you~ god it feels good to have a plaything” do u want me to die. do u want me DEADDDHSJJDF

im sweaattinggjd im so WARM and actually throbbing shutuppppfdkkf get out of my neck before i cream on us both.

[legacyofacat]

"Summary" Arpeggio Chapter 162

The chapter starts with Shoukaku playing and winning a game of mahjong against those robots they have on iwo Jima. We then switch to an underground dock construction site where Akashi is helping with building something (from the sounds of it, they're adding more docks, until the full number is 10).

They converse about the process and how they're either bringing materials to Japan or Japan helping them by procuring materials for them. Most likely the first, the translation isn't sure, but Japan is happy in any case. The economy seems to be recovering as well. Akashi then states that, even if told to get along with humans, some ships probably don't know what to do.

Shoukaku falls silent for a bit, then essentially tells Akashi that this underground dock is capable of holding a fast battleship and that Gunzou might want to have an underground city similar to another Hashirajima. Or that he wants an underground "city" that can support a fast battleship because "there is another one (ship) he wants" and Shoukaku just compares the dock to Hashirajima.

Translation inconclusive, but something along those lines. Going by the dialogue in the next page, option 1 seems more likely.

Shoukaku chalks her musings up with something that amounts to "eh, just gamer brain thinking up lore".

Akashi proceeds to note that former patrol fleet members started gathering outside and Shoukaku wonders what Yamato will do now.

The next pages are something were the translator wants to cry, but from my understanding the following thing happens:

Shoukaku asks Akashi if she knows anything since her role as head of logistics puts her more or less directly under Yamato in rank. Akashi then states that she has a list of those "who heard" given to her by the flagship. This list seems to be related to "those who test the world", who in return seem to be related to "Kenzoku's Verdict". She further says that Yamato/Kotona was worried about the existence of Gunzou?

I don't know what happens on the page afterwards. Like, really, I have no idea. どういう事 means "What are you saying" or "what makes you say that"/"what do you mean", which is the only complete phrase except "demo" that I can read and unfortunately also the only one Google didn't get a cardiac arrest over (DeepL died two chapters ago).

BUT I can guesstimate that Shoukaku asked "What do you mean" and that Akashi essentially answered "It's one of those things that don't have to mean anything, but (she) didn't want to tell me about (it)"

UPDATE: after re-reading that one speech bubble like ten times (there was only one unknown Kanji and word so it kept nagging me) and waiting for my vocabulary memory to kick in, I can now tell you that the blue marked part is correctly interpreted! :D

Shoukaku then proceeds to lose a Mahjong game and blames the fleet flagship for it.

We then switch over to San Diego, Santa Fe Station, where Vampire, Hibiki and Gretel (with a very nice outfit unfortunately; I would like to have that) stand in front of a train. They're instantly greeted by Mr. President, who tells them that there are "some disturbing elements in the USA and that he's gonna make sure that they arrive safely in Washington. He then gives some advice on where to place I-401 and Moby Dick and allows the mental model whose name I still don't remeber to keep on explaining (you know, the one who is North Carolina or whoever).

Maybe NoCa keeps on explaining the safety measures taken (4 decoy groups, different travel route sfor each, escorts, etc etc) and that she's gonna go with them (Due to the following events, I assume "them" is actually the president). The trio (without Maybe NoCa) enter the train, which leaves.

Maybe NoCa reminds the president that, with this, they managed to pull Vampire away from Moby Dick and asks whether he wants to "try it". They then walk away very sus.

Komaki (I hope that's his name, Hakugei 3's captain) asks one of his officers to figure out who of their crew can be cautious enough to gather intel on the States. There's also a heavily armoured person suspiciously placed behind them (they are most likely just a guard, but still with suspicious placement).

He proceeds to ad that those men can be removed from the original mission for a few days and that he hopes that this all is just a false alarm.

End of Chapter 162.

Also yeah, I realized that Mr. President (and if not a clone or something) is the angel dude who puts his jacket on in the last chapter. And you wonder why I give everyone nicknames. "Jacket Angel Dude" and "President" literally appeared in the same chapter and I didn't recognize him.

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

Hey,could you do Gaara x fem reader where it’s their first time together, I’m so certain that he and his s/o would nervous blushing messes.😭😍

Have a lovely day 😊

NAHSJDBBDBD nah BC I love gaara sm it actually hurts 😭

They did him so dirty with that haircut tho so he has long hair in this fic <3

Masterlist <3

Gaara x Fem!Reader (NSFW)- First Time

You and Gaara had been together for a while, but had never felt the need to move very fast with your relationship. Though, you do wonder if your stoic boyfriend even has those urges at all sometimes.

He was just waiting for you to be really, truly comfortable with him, is all. You had never really insinuated that you wanted to go any further, and he was absolutely on board with your desicion. He was alright with it if you never wanted to be intimate, and he was alright if you didn't want kids. It was alright. You are much, much more to him than a sex object, and he couldn't stand when the board members would judge him for not rushing to have little heirs as soon as possible.

He did get urges sometimes, like when he walked in on you changing on accident, or when, just this one time, he woke up to you sleeping next to him, completely naked except for his loose shirt. The poor boy nearly fell out of his bed and had to rush straight to the shower. He stayed silent when he next saw you in the kitchen, thankfully wearing pants this time, and only muttered a bashful "uh- thanks..." As you handed him some tea, mildly amused by how adorable he was. How such a viscous fighter, who could and would tear another man in two, could be so cute, you had no clue.

Gaara thought you hadn't been dropping any hints, but obviously, you have. You don't expect him to read your mind, so you give him some subtle, and sometimes very obvious hints. He just doesn't understand them. You greet him in your underwear, and give him a cuddle, and you're met with "oh, are you cold? Here, have my jacket." which is sweet, but you needed him to warm you up in other ways...

You sit in his lap and bite his neck, trying your absolute damnest to seduce him, and he just thinks you're too needy for cuddles to let him do his paperwork in peace. It was starting to annoy you a little, as absolutely adorable as he was, because you knew he wasn't averse to having sex with you. He's just oblivious.

But now you're in the mood again, so you greet him in his office, determined to get some action tonight.

You're dressed in only your prettiest lingerie, in his favourite colour, red, which suits your skin tone beautifully, and a long, fluffy dressing gown to cover up. Your unsuspecting boyfriend looks up from his paperwork at the sound of the door opening, only to greet you with that little smile you fell in love with when he sees you.

"Ready to retreat for the night, dear?"

As if.

The poor boy nearly goes into cardiac arrest when you drop your robe, exposing smooth skin and very obvious cleavage. His eyes widen and slowly his cheeks start to glow more and more red, until your sure there's too much blood behind his cheeks for there to be any in his dick.

"I-... You-..."

"What? Am I not pretty, Gaara?~"

He melts, and as you strut over and straddle his lap, stroking his cheek with the soft skin of your palm, he loses all of his resolve to hold back.

"You're gorgeous..."

It only takes a few seconds for him to break and carry you straight to the bedroom, still blushing up a storm but too worked up to care right now.

His pants are tented with his arousal, and you can feel how soaked your underwear is, clinging to your skin as you wrap your arms around his neck, yelping when he sits you down onto the bed. It's about here where he gets a little confused though, and freezes a little.

You figured this would happen. As horny as the both of you are, it's still your first time. It's a little scary. You're ready to help him out though, and as you pull him in to lay a kiss to your lips, you grasp his hand gently in your own and lead it down to your damp underwear, letting him dip his fingers in. His breath trembles as he reaches lower, feeling around slicked up folds and dipping inside of you with relative ease.

You let out a soft mewl at the feeling of your boyfriend feeling around your walls, curling his fingers and hitting a spot inside of you that shoots electric up your spine. You moan louder, which only encourages him to speed up as he groans and listens close to the delicious sounds he's bringing from you.

He's so painfully hard, and you can tell he's getting fidgety, so you moan out encouragements for him to give you more, and you're rewarded with two more fingers slowly joining the first. Your legs are spread around his waist as he pleasures you, your toes curled and your neck craned back, and when he finally withdraws them, he looks at the juices slicking his fingers and nearly faints, instantly stopping down to nothing and breathing heavier as his flush extends down to his chest. How cute.

His dick is hard and weeping, and he slicks himself up with his fingers, making you stutter on your next breathless words.

"T-the lube- i-it's in the drawer-"

Neither of you think you could do this without lube, but that's alright, since he doesn't plan to, and shyly coats his hand in it, groaning when his rough hand runs over his heated skin.

You stare at him hungrily, aching to have him fill you up. You just feel so empty, so when he readies himself to slip your underwear the the side and press his cock to your throbbing cunt, you practically whine. The redhead ontop of you moans from the intense pleasure of your tight heat sucking him in, and he thrusts slowly while you get used to the stretch, your eyes scrunched shut and your lips parted slightly.

This feeling only gets better when you give him permission to speed up, and he buries one of his hands in your hair and uses the other to hike a leg over his shoulder, fucking the daylights out of you and relishing in the cries you release. The pillows are almost ruined from your tears and your nails tearing at the soft fabric. Apparently he's gotten over his nervousness and has chosen to fuck you silly, scrunching his eyes closed and narrowing his brows as he nears his orgasm, but he doesn't plan to stop until you've came too, and your slick leaks down your legs and back and onto the sheets, he groans and thrusts hard and fast into you, deeper than before as a sudden warmth bursts inside of you, his balls twitching while they empty inside of you.

He still doesn't stop pumping inside of you though, overstimulating himself and aiming directly for you g-spot until your pussy spasms around him, signalling that you've reached your orgasm.

It's a good thing too, since you were damn near shredding his back to confetti. He chuckles softly, his chest vibrating and his shoulders shaking from the joyful exclamation, and he collapsed next to you, cuddling you close and keeping his dick buried deep inside of you.

"Where did that come from, love? Couldn't hold back anymore?"

You scoff at him and playfully whack him in the back of his head, eliciting that closed-eye chuckle from him that has you melting in seconds.

"Well maybe you should've taken the hint a little sooner... You were... It was good though..."

And now the moment is genuine and awkward again, and now he's blushing and so are you, and you hide your face into his chest while you catch your breath, your hand resting on his chest while the two of you fall asleep together.

[roxineedstosleep]

Wonderbat Vs Superbat.

I have a weird headcanon inside my head, from when Jason was still quite young and showed a certain adorable fanaticism towards Diana.

Like, I imagine Jason, in Crime Valley, always looking at the TV shop windows, every time Wonder Women showed up in a fight; a little Jason who screamed for joy, along with other kids and some adults, every time Diana landed a blow or won the fight with the villain of the day.

Then, when Bruce adopts him, and he starts his life as Robin… he didn't think much of the fact that Batman probably knows Wonder Woman. Let alone the fact that Robin, on special occasions (aka, Alfred has his movie night off), can go to the League base.

And so, Jason nearly goes into cardiac arrest from the excitement of seeing his idol, eating donuts and scolding his dad for making such a risky decision last time… Then he looks down and sees her smile as she notices he's there.

And she gets even more excited to see that her dad is totally comfortable with her around. That he doesn't put up roadblocks or walls like he does with other heroes and people. Even making "boring people jokes."

So, totally convinced, especially after watching several romantic comedy movies, that it's his duty as a son to unite his father with the love of his life. But, when he asks Dick for help, he mentions that B and BigBlue already had something.

Jason doesn't believe him, because he knows his big brother is a big Superman fan, and just wants to have a cool alien stepfather. But, not wanting his dad's romance to turn into a love triangle (because he's his least favorite trope) he decides to clear his doubts with Clark anyway.

And something like that would happen:

Baby Jason, looking at Clark: So, you like my dad?

Clark, nervous about having to explain to Jason about "I don't want to ruin our friendship": I consider him a good friend Jaylad…. Best friend?

Jason: Sure? just a friend?

Clark: Uh… yeah.

Jason, pulling out a notebook full of scraps from single women's magazines: If that's the case…. Can you help me set up a date with my dad and Wonder Woman? I want her to be my new mum.

Clark, completely defeated by a 9-year-old: What?

Jason: Yeah, I can't do this all by myself. I'm little Sups. And if you claim to be my dad's best friend, that means you can help me plan their first date.

Clark: Eh?-

Jason: It's good to know I can count on you, my brother was insisting that you and Dad had a thing and-

Jason couldn't continue, because Clark - actually surprisingly - had fainted upon hearing that he had a chance with Bruce.

So now, Dick tries to help Clark on the sly about how to win over his father; while Jason, left without adult help, decides to set his plan in motion on his little own.

... and

So that in the end, everything goes out the window.

Then, in a meeting between the family, Bruce confesses that he likes both of them, and that they have been in a poly relationship for a long time, but that he didn't know how to tell them.

And all this time, Clark and Diana didn't know how to explain to their partner's children that there was no need to set them up on dates.

[oworiio]

CHECKMATE — NAHOYA KAWATA.

'You wanted him to fuck you silly in front of her and make her cry about the dick she couldn’t ever fathom getting.'

or my elaboration of this post— toxic!nahoya makes you jealous just to have make up sex.

word count: 2.7k

cw: 🔞! angst (?) not rlly, manipulation, (1) mention of weight, fighting, slapping (in and out of sex), fear play kind of, mating press, breeding.... i forgot.

note: why did this take me days and why is this the longest one shot ive ever written.. it's not even good.

tagging: @nahoyaa @waskasa @tooweirdforyou

Disgust. It’s the only feeling you can only think of when you see them together.

“‘Hoya! Stop it!” She huffs a fake high pitched giggle as your boyfriend, Nahoya tickles her. The repeated laughs and false pleads of ‘Stop!’ and ‘Hoya’ leaving her filthy mouth turns muffled to your ears.

You’re so damned at this moment. Staring, darting and following every little movement he seems to do to her. The only thing saving you from hurling everything you’ve had for lunch, which wasn’t much since his best friend made a comment on your weight, telling you ‘It wouldn’t kill to have a smaller portion.’— is the large lump in your throat.

It feels like a crater is in your esophagus as the overly-friendly interactions shifted into something that looks and is way more intimate than some ‘play fighting.’ Eyes squint in disbelief at your boyfriend's friendly behavior hits an all time high, one hand on her waist, the other on her thigh, hugging with his infamous sneering grin plastered all over his face.

That fucking smile. The smile that would usually make you feel so giddy and warm— that fucking smile that now only makes you want to do put every force and power your body can produce to punch it away.

He knows. Oh he definitely knows he’s pushing your boundary. There’s no logical reasoning as to why his girl best friend is sitting on his lap. And why his hands were so happy to be around her like that, you don’t even remember last he did that to you.

The heat radiating on your head is unmatched. You can’t tell if it’s from the overwhelming jealousy or rage filling your mind and heart as all you do is watch with wide eyes as you have the best front row seated tickets to watch your boyfriend blatantly fuck his best friend in front of you.

Now that you’re thinking of it, it’s both. It’s most definitely both. The desire to punch this bitch is astronomical, you want to do so, so badly, but you can’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to do that, even if it’d bring you soul quenching satisfaction.

You know the consequences if you were to. The neglect and treatment you’d get after, isn’t something new.

It’s the only thing you argue about actually. Frequent talks about how he’s pushing your buttons and how much you despise her, just thinking of her brings you into a pit of anger. Everytime is the same, you spill your honest to god feelings and how much you’re trying to understand his side but being met with a wall, every, single, goddamn time. A large soundproof brick wall, that has you crumbling with his ending words being—

“I get it already, are you done?”

Those 7 words would shatter you, turning you into more of a crying mess. ‘He doesn’t care.’ You try to tell yourself. But you could never leave him, you’re so fucking whipped. The pure thought of being without him breaks your heart, threatening it to go into cardiac arrest.

So you let him go tax free. A loud scoff escaping him as he watches your broken down form afterwards; telling you that you’re so insecure, and that you’re lucky that you’re the one he picked so, be grateful.

But you are, you’re so fucking grateful.

So grateful that you let him do this to you, breaking you down just because he can. He knows how much of an effect he has over you, sliding his fat cock inside of your cunt so kindly enough to pass by anything that he’s ever done as you ride up into another orgasm.

“Screw you, Nahoya!” The images of you screaming at his nothing but calm, unfazed face pisses you off even harder, “Why do you keep doing this to me!?”

And he accepts your apology with open arms, kissing and hugging you, fucking you back to who you are. “You’re all mine right, baby?” You shake and shudder under him, nodding so passionately. “I’m all yours, only yours! Hah— everything is yours, ‘Hoya!”

The laugh that leaves his lips is almost cynical, breathtaking, eyes never leaving your star filled ones.

“Never forget that.”

You finally stood from your seat, face tinted with an angry red as you marched and towered over the two who were the origin of your now spurred rage. The playful aura that they created was now shriveled up and dead in your palm as you pushed the skank off of your boyfriend, who was more than amused— smile more cynical than happy or even upset.

“Hey!”

“Get the fuck out.” You huffed, willingly trying to strain yourself before the circuits in your brain get cut off. “What? Hoya help! They’re scaring me!” Your eyes flickered to your boyfriend who wasn’t even trying to interrupt your actions. He was smirking, egging you on almost.

“Fuck’er you scared for?” Nahoya asks, pupils dilated as he eyes your body up and down, watching what’s going down. “They’re not gonna hurt you.”

You can’t tell if he’s trying to tease and provoke some kind of reaction out of you, or trying to comfort her in some sort of way that makes you want to bring your fist to him instead of her. “You heard me, bitch. Get the fuck out of here before I slap the dog shit out of you and drag your ass out of here myself.”

Something that was aparent to Nahoya is his now growing boner, hardening in his pants as you mouth your anger out on his poor best friend, who he really couldn’t give a fuck about in all honesty.

All of those arguments were something that was planned. And he was just so happy one of his pawns finally got him to where he wanted you to be, checkmate.

Never once did he bluff you as he watched as your hand moved on its own accord, striking the poor girl's cheek with a stinging ‘BAP!’ echoing and bouncing against his walls; you’re sure her ears are ringing right now, face now pink on one side with painful tears escaping as she runs out of the house.

Your breathing was now labored, finally realizing what you have done and how majorly you might’ve fucked yourself over, slowly turning back to your boyfriend anticipating what he would respond to your actions.

But once again, you were confused as to what Nahoya is feeling as he looks calm, neutral even. You’re scared to find out if he’s upset and brewing up something extremely hurtful to spew at you, but you’re caught even more off guard as he hauls your body on top of him, friendly hands gripping your hips.

“Fuck— you sure do know how to get my attention. Don’t you? You poor thing.” His tone is agonizing, every word is so slow and mean, but he doesn’t seem one bit upset at you. Actually, he dissipated, clearly hard over what you just did just now. “If you wanted me to fuck you so bad, you could’ve just told me from the get go, baby.”

Your ability to speak out or defend your intentions left. It left after how unimaginably wet you were getting, so quickly you were turned into putty under his fingers. Suddenly his words warped your interpretation because yes, you wanted your boyfriend so badly.

You wanted him to fuck you silly in front of her and make her cry about the dick she couldn’t ever fathom getting.

How badly you wish that was happening, but settling for this was okay. It was better than okay, it’s great actually, because you knew, deep in your soul you were the only one getting penetrated by Nahoya Kawata, not her.

“‘Want you…” you replied breathy, borderline moaning at the way your crotch was getting merely teased by his rock hard cock directly under you. “‘Want you to punish me, ‘Hoya.”

Nahoya smirks, “Slap me then.” His response catches you off guard yet again. “Slap me, and I’ll give you what you’ve been begging for.” and with that extra confirmation, he ruts his hips into you, causing you to whimper pathetically.

Even when clothed, Nahoya’s cock never fails to disappoint you— adorning your cunt with a friction you didn’t even recognize until now that you so desperately needed. After a few seconds without a second thrust or another way for friction, you were brought back with the ultimatum he presented to you.

Surely he was bluffing, no way and no how was he actually serious about wanting you to slap him like you did to his best friend.. Is this a trick questio— “Do it. Don’t be a fucking square, slap me.”

He sounds so serious, demanding voice making your nipples perk up under your bra as you got goosebumps. You could never disobey him, never ever; bringing your palm up to repeat your past actions, slapping the lazy smirk off your boyfriend's face.

After a few seconds of complete utter silence Nahoya turns back to you, staring at your now fearful expression as you can’t tell if you made him proud or completely mad.

“Fuck!” He finally rasped, flipping you over on your back, grabbing you with a forceful grip on your jaw, making you look deep into his eyes. You’re pissing yourself, he’s so fucking scary at times, but his animalistic demeanor is oddly turning you on even more.

“You’re so pretty when you’re all possessive over me, like a goddamn puppy.” Nahoya growls, smirk suddenly returning as he pulls you close to him. “But you’re even prettier when you’re all scared of me.”

He’s even more amused than before, laughing slowly at you as your pupils are small and full of fear of what’s to happen. Is he mad? Is he happy? Is he turned on by the slap? You can’t really ever figure out what’s happening in his brain but he’s so seductive that you don’t really care.

You’re like a fat kid that finds cake, watching him with lust as he practically rips off anything that obscures his view and access to your body, rough hands trailing across your body hungrily.

“I felt filthy touching that bitch.” He confesses, “Need to touch you to forget all about it.”

Your eyes soften up with his words, ‘How sweet..’ you’re starting to space out, staring as his hands reach your face you assume to cup your cheek and give you a kiss, but what you’re met with is the complete opposite of what you expected.

His hand raises only to fall back in full force it seems, striking you across the face and making you let out a strangled weep you had no idea you were holding in.

It’s hard and blunt, you could feel it leaving a mark as it burns the left side of your face; red and flaming with ringing ears. It’s even more odd that it turns you on, it’s hot, possibly even hotter than how your injury feels.

You’re so turned on, more than you possibly have ever been. So much so, your arousal moves you on it’s own, lounging to attack Nahoya with a sloppy kiss. It’s disgusting but he understands the assignment, tongue feeding into your mouth as you mouth drool and moan into each other.

Nahoya’s quick with it, tasting you for mere, possibly tickling a minute before he removes himself from you. He’s looking down on you like you’re some sick little prey, swearing you could see an assortment of red beaming in his eyes as she shoves his pants down, cock springing eagerly with a red tint on his tip, the beading precum beginning to leak from his slit.

His dick isn’t something you haven’t met before but right now it looks as if it’s grown twice it’s size since your last fuck, and you’re real sure it feels twice as bigger as Nahoya isn’t a patient man as he usually is; shoving his oversized cock into you with a harsh slam.

The overwhelming feeling of pleasure mixed with the pain of his dick making your walls effortlessly stretch around him forces you to grip the duvet under you, head following down with a silent moan escaping your agape mouth.

“Shit—That face of yours..” Nahoya pauses, seemingly slamming the wind out of himself too. “Haven’t even fucked you, yet you’re already going crazy.”

His smirk is so quick to return. He knows how much control he has over you, yet it always surprises him when you act this way for him, it’s just outlandish how a pretty little thing like you is getting all worked up over nothing, it truly is a game of chess.

And making you cum is his next checkmate.

“‘S been so long, ‘Hoya..” You reach out to him, all breathy and desperate. In all honesty it has been, too long, way too fucking long since you’ve felt this way.

“Now, now.” Nahoya hands find their way to trail down to the underside of your thigh, peeling you from his mattress as he folds them past your chest. “Easy, have I ever left you unsatisfied?” He asks, knowing full well he’s never left you unhappy, what kind of man leaves his partner begging is a man he can’t see eye to eye with.

He’s so huge as towering over you, holding you closely as he shoves more of his length inside of you, shushing you so lovingly as you whimper to him about how he’s about to split you in half.

It’s so much, too much almost, he knows that you want to tap out but you can’t. There’s no way in hell you could tap out from this when he’s making you feel so good, one harsh thrust could have you sending into an immediate orgasm.

In the inside, Nahoya’s same as you, possibly even more needy than you are but he’s so well at hiding it until now. Oh no, ‘cause right now you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever set his eyes on, making you feel empty just to fill you right back up again with each calculated stroke into your cunt. Flushed face with a semi-swollen pinkish red cheek with a matte black tear of your mascara falling from your temple and cheek.

This is the state you’re most prettiest.

You even have him moaning with each thrust, your pussy engulfing him so well, it leaves him shaking every time his tip massages through your gummy walls. “Fuckin’ pussy’so good!”

The hot air of sex that filled the room was thick, and so apparent even if you were outside of his bedroom you’re sure you could tell what was happening. He’s so rough now, the repeating sounds of your sopping cunt being abused by his cock, balls slapping against your ass is so sinful, so sinfully good.

He doesn’t even care that his desperation is showing now, growling and groaning with each grunting rut inside of your pussy, he’s close. “‘M Gonna cum in this pussy! You’re so fuckin’ good for me, fuck—”

“Yesyes! Please—fuck! Make me yours, ‘Hoya! Gonna cum for you, gonna cum all over your cock!” You’re crying out for dear life, clutching onto his shoulders as you’re reaching your own climax with him— it’s so good, his cock is so good, it’s no wonder why you go stupid for it.

“Shit—so fuckin hot.. Cream all over my dick baby, fuck—” He’s stumbling to even finish his babbling moans, slamming with all he’s got, pumping and pulsating inside of you.

“Y’want my cum, huh?” He doesn’t even register that you’re screaming and begging for it, even if you didn’t want it he doesn’t care either way, there’s no humanly way to stop this man from doing what he desires.

“Breeding this cunt, fuck— gonna fill you up and make you mine.” Nahoya growls as he begins to empty his load inside of you, grunting. “No one’s getting fucked like you baby—” He gulps, both your eyes and his roll back with the overstimulating feeling of his cum filling you up to the brim, “No one’s getting filled like you.” He somehow assures you as the last of his sperm paints your walls.

It’s so thick, it’s so gross the way it beads out when he withdraws himself from you, but at the same time it’s amazing, it’s hot the way he marks you from the inside.

Because you’re his and his only.

[justasimplesinner]

Not a request BUTT

How do you think Scarecrow would feel about his s/o being the deity of fear?

Idk maybe he gets a boner because of it, I don't judge

bro shut up i literally wrote a fic like this a few years back (never finished it tho, as always)

i absolutely love this concept

it really depends on how said deity acts, but all in all hes immediately hooked. and i mean hooked. he tries not to show that too much, but this man is fucking obsessed with you. he cant keep away. he wants to know everything. he wants to see just what you can do. imagine the possibilities if they granted him even a speck of their power

if youre chill with him, his heart goes into cardiac arrest. if youre more like "get out of my way scum or i will turn you into the ground i walk on" hes torn between laying on the ground and letting you step on him, going into a self-loathing episode because youve called him a disgrace and doubting that youre even an actual deity to make himself feel better

either way, his dick is rock hard, standing at attention

[ragingbookdragon]

A Lifetime In The Dreams Between

Hal Jordan x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3.1K Warnings: Explicit Lanuage, Angst!

Author's Note: I have completed an idea! Enjoy! -Thorne

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He didn’t know what happened. One second he was throwing up a shield to protect himself from the blast and the next his eyes were widening as the black magic passed through the construct and hit him straight in the chest. Shouts echoed all around him, but all Hal understood was that the world was swirling black and blue around him, figures blurring faster and faster, and he finally understood what it was like to see the world when Barry would run. And all he remembered was feeling the blood drain from his face as he dropped to his knees, and pitched forward, falling into darkness.

***

He could hear voices above him, stressed and frantic.

“He’s going into cardiac arrest!” Barry.

“Shit! Flash shock him!” (Y/N)?

“He won’t survive that much generated electricity!”

“Hal won’t survive if you don’t! Damn it, Barry! Shock him!”

Hands pressed to his chest and a shock jumped Hal’s chest, and he descended back into darkness.

***

His eyes snapped open, and he winced, raising a hand to his head, but someone grabbed his arm. “Don’t try to move, Hal.”

He lolled his head, eyes rolling as the metal ceiling flowed above; he felt so far away and so weak, brain fuzzing, and Barry appeared in his sight, searing his gaze.

“He’s having a seizure. His brain can’t handle the stress.” He looked at the woman across from him. “We have to get him to the med bay.”

She nodded, folding Hal’s hand back to his chest as she worried, “Hang on, Hal. You’re going to be okay.”

(Y/N)’s voice was so comforting, so warm, so trusting, and all Hal could do was shut his eyes, his brain imploding on itself.

***

He rolled over onto his side, burrowing his face in the soft pillow, exhaling deeply. Sleep welcomed him again and he was about to fall off the deep end when someone’s hand caressed his hip, lips pressing against the space between his shoulder blades.

“Good morning,” they murmured, trailing kisses up his back to his neck and to his ear. “Sleep well?”

He moaned lowly in his throat and turned his head, blinking blearily as their face came into clearing—actually her face, and suddenly his eyes went wide as he flailed, pulling away from her. “(Y/N)!”

She cocked a brow as he fell over the side of the bed, immediately shooting up, eyes shocked and very confused. “That’s my name, Hal.” Propping herself on her elbow, she asked, “Everything alright?”

Hal’s mouth opened and closed, and he looked down, his eyes widening all over again as he realized he was nude; he jerked the sheet to cover himself, an action not really in his repertoire. His coffee eyes went to her body, and she was there too, bare as the morning day.

“You’re naked. We’re naked,” he blurted out and she huffed a laugh.

“Yeah? Traditionally, married people typically get naked every other night when they make love.”

“Married?” Hal’s eyes shot to his left hand, and he almost collapsed on the floor again; sure enough a gold band was around his ring finger. “Holy shit,” he breathed, and he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be more shocked about, the fact that they were married or that he didn’t remember it.

“Hal?” (Y/N) was crawling over the bed, her hand coming to cup his cheek. “Is everything alright?”

He gazed into her eyes, so stunned that this woman that hated his guts was so concerned for him. “I…I don’t know.”

Her brows furrowed and she shuffled, sitting on the edge of the bed, and maneuvered Hal’s head until it was resting in her lap, his back against the side of the frame. She carded her fingers through his hair and bent down, gently pressing kisses where she could reach, to his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, his lips, everywhere; then she smiled against his lips. “Something tells me you and Barry got so drunk last night you forgot you married me.”

“What?”

(Y/N) snorted, pulling away and with her free hand, she caressed his cheek. “You and Barry went to Aviators last night and came back at like three AM hammered out of your minds.” Her smile was ridiculously bright, and it made Hal’s heartbeat flutter against his rib cage. “You,” she started, but broke into a giggle. “You looked at me and said, ‘Hey pretty mama, wanna fly with me?’.”

Laughing again, she continued, “And when I said that I was your wife, you went, ‘Holy shit, I scored.’.” (Y/N) sighed wistfully and kissed his forehead. “Barry collapsed onto the couch, and you left a trail of clothes from the living room before collapsing in the bed.”

Tugging a strand of his brown hair, she said, “I had to maneuver the covers underneath your body in order to get into bed last night.” She pressed one more kiss to his forehead. “You’re still hungover though, so get back in bed and sleep a little while longer while I go make sure Barry’s up and awake, okay?”

Hal could only nod and when he tipped his head up to let her stand, he stopped her and pulled her down, pressing his lips to hers. (Y/N) responded eagerly, already forgoing checking on the Speedster as she lowered herself into his lap, and Hal immediately wrapped one arm around her waist, the other planting itself on the bed as he shifted his legs, giving himself some leverage to pick the two of them off the ground and shuffle back onto the bed.

And the second Hal’s thighs connected with the mattress he found himself being shoved down onto it, (Y/N)’s hands smoothing down his chest and abs, a flirtatious look on her face.

He couldn’t help but feel cocky. “See something you like?”

She grinned, splaying her fingers on his abdomen. “Actually, I feel something I like.” (Y/N) ground down on his hips and Hal inhaled sharply, causing her grin to turn into a downright evil smirk as she quipped, “And it seems like you feel it too.”

His hands came up to grasp her hips when someone stumbled through the bedroom door. “Hey, do you guys have any toothpa—oh dear God, you guys are fonduing!” They both jumped and looked at Barry who was busy shoving a hand to cover his eyes, the other fumbling for the door frame. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I swear I didn’t see anything, (Y/N).”

Hal snorted. “How come you’re not swearing you didn’t see any of me?”

“Because I’ve seen all of you before, Hal. Multiple times in fact.” Barry retorted, speeding out of the bedroom.

(Y/N) chuckled and pressed a kiss to Hal’s collarbone, starting to shimmy out of his lap, only stopping when he started whining at her. “What?”

“Why are you leaving?” he questioned, and she flicked his shoulder.

“Because you need to get up and cook some breakfast before all of us have to get back out and go to work.”

Hal blanched. “Work?”

(Y/N) tossed him a look as she pulled on some pajama bottoms and one of his t-shirts. “Yes, Hal Jordan, you have to go into space and be a space ranger.”

“Oh, Green Lantern, right.” He sighed in relief. “I thought you meant the airfield.”

She snorted. “Oh, that too. Carol called and asked if you’d come down and fly one of the new F-18’s they got recently.”

Hal perked up. “How fast?”

“Fast, fly-boy. Now get up and go cook while I shower.” And she was off into their bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

***

Hal wandered into the kitchen, watching as Barry lifted his head from the refrigerator. “Morning.”

“Mornin’,” he replied, flicking on the coffee maker. “So…can I ask you a question?”

“I’m not checking your dick again to see if it’s above average, Hal,” Barry deadpanned and Hal about fell to his feet in laughter.

“What! No!” he chuckled and wiped his eyes, pouring water into the top of the coffee maker. “About last night…what…exactly happened?”

Barry looked at him, pulling out the pack of roast beef. “You don’t remember?”

“Well, from what (Y/N) said, I’m surprised either of us remembered how to get back here.” He met Barry’s eyes. “Everything’s a little fuzzy. I was just wondering if you could fill me in.”

The Speedster nodded, shoving a piece of meat in his mouth. “Well, I got off patrol and came over here, and then you said we should go out. But (Y/N) had some things to take care of, so she told us to go have fun. And then we went to that military bar you like, and we got dared to drink some marines under the table, and you can’t say no to a dare from ‘warthogs’, so you just had to drink more pitchers than they did.”

He snorted. “I barely had enough functioning brain cells to remember how to get back, but we just crammed into a cab and drove back here.” He wiped his eyes. “You kept telling the cabbie to play Danger Zone the entire time.”

Hal wasn’t somebody who was embarrassed easily, and as much as he loved Top Gun, he felt flustered that he was drunkenly belting out the main song the night before.

“And when we got here, I fell asleep on the couch, but (Y/N) was already chasing you down the hall because you were stripping left and right.”

Barry had all but fallen into hysterics as Hal merely set the coffee pot under the drip. “Yeah…about that too.” He felt confused. “You didn’t happen to like…change the timeline again, did you?”

The Speedster stopped laughing at that, blue eyes wide and concerned. “What? No. Why do you ask?”

Hal shook his head, twirling the gold band on his finger. “Because I don’t really remember marrying (Y/N)? But I do remember how much she hates my guts.”

“Well, yeah, but that death scare you gave her a few years ago really made her realize that as much as she hated you, she loved you just as much.” Barry rested a hand on his shoulder. “Now that I think about it, you did take a bad blow a couple days ago. Maybe you’re still reeling.”

The pilot nodded, listening to the coffee pour. “Yeah…maybe.”

Footsteps sounded from the living room and (Y/N) appeared in the entryway, a towel wrapped around her head, a bathrobe around her body; she scowled. “Hal, you were supposed to start breakfast.”

He blinked. “I haven’t even had coffee yet.”

“Lazy,” she griped, yanking the roast beef out of Barry’s hands. “That’s for sandwiches, not to eat out of the package, you bottomless pit.” Shoving the meat back in the refrigerator, she said, “There’s eggs…ham…I could omelets?”

“Omelets sound good,” Barry replied, taking the coffee mug out of Hal’s hands who in turn glared at the Speedster. “Do you have onions and peppers to add?”

“Mmm…I dunno…Hal used the last of the onions and peppers the other night to make steak with.” (Y/N) looked back at him, lips parting to speak when a beeping came from the living room.

Barry darted out and back in with a blinking device in his hands. “It’s the League Communicator.”

Immediately, she and Barry suited up and her eyes found Hal’s behind her blue mask. “Highball, get your head in the game. We’ve got a mission.”

He shook himself out of his stupor and the green suit formed to his body, though he muttered, “I still haven’t had my coffee yet…”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Race you guys to the Watchtower.”

“You’re on.” Barry chirped, the two of them disappearing in flashes of yellow and blue.

***

It seemed like much more routine patrol than it was a mission, but still, when Hal and (Y/N) finally made it back to Coast City, they all but collapsed onto the couch. Her suit faded from her body, and she rolled onto her back, laying her head on his thigh.

“I’m so tired,” she groaned, shutting her eyes.

Hal stared down at her, the green suit receding. “You look tired,” he murmured, resting his arm comfortably on her chest, his fingers rubbing soothing circles in her collarbone. “I still can’t believe you socked that bank robber in the face like Guy.”

(Y/N) giggled. “Hey, that man can teach anyone to throw a good punch.” Her eyes opened, and she reached up, tracing the dark circles under his eyes. “You look more tired than I am, husband of mine.”

Hal smiled, turning his face to press a sweet kiss to her wrist. “I’m just glad we’re home for the evening.” He expected her face to rest in relief, but it only clouded, and he murmured, “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?”

“Do you remember what we talked about a couple week ago?”

No, he did not.“You know I have a terrible memory, babe.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, a knowing sigh passing her lips. “Your memory is almost as bad as Barry’s ability to be on time.” Blinking at the ceiling, she said, “You know, what we talked about…having a family? How you said you wanted to try?”

Hal’s heart dropped into his stomach. “Yeah? What about it?”

She looked up at him. “I’m pregnant.”

“What?” His eyes immediately darted to her stomach, and he reached down, pressing his hand to her abdomen. “Are you really?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Yeah. Took a test last night.” Snorting, she added, “I was going to tell you, but you went out and got drunk, so I figured I should wait.”

Hal simply stared at her stomach. “Holy shit. You’re pregnant?”

“Yes, Hal. I’m pregnant.”

“I did that?”

“No, Bruce did.”

He scowled at her. “That’s not funny.”

(Y/N) winked. “No, it’s not. It’s hilarious.” She rose from the sofa, stretching her arms above her head. “I say it’s probably time for bed.”

Hal watched her. “You go on ahead. I’ll be there soon.”

“Yeah?” he nodded, and she bent down, pecking his lips. “I love you, Hal.”

“I love you too, (Y/N),” he replied, watching as she walked down the hallway, disappearing into their bedroom.

It was so weird. To be married to her. He knew this had to be some giant hallucination from his subconscious desires of wanting her, but still, even this “dream” seemed so real. Usually, she and Hal were at each other’s throats; they’d fight at the drop of a hat just because the other looked at them funny, and yet, other than him and Barry, (Y/N) was the only person that could keep up with Hal. To keep him on his toes. The only person smart enough to keep in his six. The only person he trusted to be his wingman. And he realized through all their fights that he cared for her.

Hal looked down at the band on his finger, and something warm spread through his chest when he thought about a little kid running around the apartment dressed in a baby flight suit, squealing “daddy!” at the top of their lungs. He wanted that. As much as being a father scared him, he wanted that. And he wanted it with (Y/N).

He smiled widely and got to his feet, but the second he did, the world shifted, and his vision darkened, body becoming weightless as he dropped to the floor.

***

Something was stroking his hair, gently smoothing it across his forehead, and a voice whispered, “Wake up, Hal. C’mon.”

He tried to open his eyes, but they were so heavy.

“If you wake up, I’ll watch Top Gun with you until you’re thoroughly convinced I could fly a jet.”

That made him want to smile and the hand shifted, cupping his cheek.

“Just open your eyes for me, Hal. Please. I…I need you.”

“You do?” he murmured, managing to crack one eye open, taking in the sight of (Y/N) sitting there beside his med bay bed, tears in her eyes.

She gave him a watery laugh and leaned forward, pressing her lips to his cheek. “Yes, you stupid ass.” (Y/N) pulled away, running her hand over his cheek. “You’ve been out almost an entire day.”

Hal inhaled deeply as she helped him sit up. “What happened?”

“You took a blow of dark magic to the heart and almost died on us. Twice.” She took his temperature and heart rate. “You went into cardiac arrest on the field and then had a seizure when we got you here in the Watchtower.” Meeting his eyes, she said, “You owe Barry a thanks for shocking your heart and J’onn for getting your mind to calm during your seizure.”

He blinked, completely dumbfounded. “Wow…that’s…I took a lot of damage, huh?”

(Y/N)’s eyes flashed with anger, and she socked his shoulder. “You’re damn straight you did. What the fuck were you thinking? Using constructs against a black magician?”

“Well, what’d you want me to do? Stand there like a jackass?” Hal retorted with a glare.

“Maybe you could’ve moved?” she met his glare head on. “You almost got yourself killed.”

“People die every day, (Y/N). I’m going to die one day.”

“And who would you leave behind if you did, huh? You’d leave behind your family and friends. You’d leave behind Guy and Kyle and John. You’d leave behind Barry. You’d leave me behind.” (Y/N) searched his eyes. “Don’t you know how heartbroken we’d be if you died, Hal? How devastated I’d be?”

Hal’s jaw went slack, and she shook her head. “This is just like you. Always flying headfirst into danger without a single regard for anyone else. You are so foolish and stupid and—”

He grabbed her chin and pulled her to him in a searing kiss. It was over as fast as it happened and when he pulled away, he smirked at the stunned expression on her face. “Oh? So that’s what it takes for you to quit yelling at me? Man, I should’ve done that a long time ago.”

(Y/N) blinked in shock, one hand coming to press against her lips. “What…what was that?”

“That was a kiss, (Y/N). You see when two people care about each other very much they—”

The meeting of a palm and a cheek echoed through the med bay, and he grabbed his face, gaping at her as she scrambled up.

“You don’t just kiss people, you ass!” (Y/N) shouted, though she looked more flustered than angry. “That’s—It’s not right!”

She spun and ran for the med bay doors, and he called out, “Wait! You didn’t tell me if you loved me!”

“Go to hell, Hal Jordan!” she shouted in return and Hal grinned wide and smug as he reclined on the pillows, eyes directing to the glass window, giving him the view of space.

That dream didn’t seem too far out of reach now.

[rawdogmeharry]

anything [part 2 to everything]

or, the one where Y/N is the love of Harry's life and all he wants to do is marry her.

ask and you shall receive <3

requests go here:)

masterlist

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Somewhere on the Amalfi coast.

Somewhere on the Amalfi coast, on some hot, grainy sand, under some soft azure skies, beside some crystal clear blue water lay Harry, and the love of his life, Y/N.

And Harry really can't keep his hands off his lovie.

Her lilac bikini, that perfectly accentuates her curves. The stretchmarks she adorns a lot more prominent on her already tanned skin. The smooth skin of her plushy thighs, wide hips and full tits. Is it even normal to get this many boners per day?, Harry thinks.

It drives him insane, really. He doesn't understand how a person can be as unearthly gorgeous as his girl is.

And to think Harry was going to ask this beautiful creature to marry him in just a few hours was undescribeable. It made Harry want to shit himself.

Of course, Harry hopes for the best. Harry knows the best. He knows she's gonna say yes, and not just to be a dick about it, but he knows his lovie. Better than anyone—better than she knows her own self.

He also knows how much she loves him. Knows it best probably from the way her touches bring electricity all the way down to his core and through every nerve ending in his body, as if the love seeping from her veins was trying to force its way into Harry. No need for force though, Harry thinks, he's capable of accepting and cherishing any and every single ounce of her love she's willing to give.

Also knows it from the way he doesn't have to say a word, and she already knows exactly what he needs. Knows him like the back of her hand, honestly, and Harry thinks that this is the actual reason they're meant to be—they really do know each other better than they know each themselves.

And Harry did end up choosing a serene spot on the Amalfi coast in Italy to propose. He figured since he'd already taken her to Paris for her birthday not even a mere month earlier, they should travel to a place they'd both never been to before.

Remember this place for the rest of their lives, make it go down in history as the place where and unseparable bond between them was made, and visit for every single anniversary. Harry's got it all planned out.

"Y'know, even with my eyes closed I can feel you staring at my boobs, Harry."

"Well why are they all up in my face for?"

"They're really not, Har. Y'could at least stop starin' at them in public. Y'watchin' them like a hawk watches his prey."

"Baby, y'know it's like some sort of magnetic pull between me 'n your tits. It's 'cause they are m'prey, lovie, gonna eat 'em all up once we get back to the hotel," Harry says and rolls over on the beach towel onto his stomach and leans his head on one hand. Fuckin' beautiful, is what she is, he thinks whilst tilting his head and staring at Y/N.

"Yeah? Y'promise?" She smiles at him.

He gives her a broad smile back, "Cross my heart, hope to die."

Y/N rolls onto her side on the small towel as well, and throws one of her thighs onto his hip, "think we should head back soon, then. Also, m'heads killin' me. Think it's from the sun. Want a nap and you kissing on my boobs."

Harry frowns, "y'heads hurtin', baby? Why didn't y'say so before? We could've went back way earlier. Um—will you be okay to still go to dinner tonight?"

She gives him a shy smile, "of course I'll be okay to go, Harry. Just gonna take an Ibuprofen or something and I'll be as good as new."

Harry lets out a sigh of relief in his head. The dinner he's been planning for almost three weeks now is happening in just a few hours, and nothing can go wrong, because if something does, he's really going to cry. He's sure he's going to cry if everything goes right, as well.

Eitherway, Harry's gonna need some tissues.

He lifts her warm thigh off his hip and gently squeezes it, stands up and puts both arms out to her, "up y'get then, lovie."

```

After a much needed two hour nap and a love making session after getting up when lovie's head wasn't hurting anymore, both Harry and Y/N are almost finished getting ready.

His darling stands in the bathroom in front of the mirror, leaning over the counter just a tiny bit so she could see a bit better and not get the soft pink lipstick all over her face.

And when Harry walks in on her in this position, his knees nearly buckle.

The slender curve of her back, the hem of her turquoise dress barely reaching mid-thigh and sitting tight on her hips.

Now is not the time to get a boner.

"Lovie, y-you look so fucking beautiful. I—I really don't have any words."

She gives him a shy smile through the mirror and he gives her one back, a light pink blush littering her cheeks from the stammering of his kind words, "thank you, baby. You look as handsome as ever." He thinks she might hear his heartbeat all the way from the doorway.

This time, his smile is so broad his teeth show and his dimple pops out, "nothin' compared to you, baby. Yeh about ready, then, gorgeous?"

"You really want some steak, huh? Let's go then, you impatient man," Y/N giggles.

If only she knew that the steak was the last thing on his mind right now, Harry thought.

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After eating the best medium-well steak both of them had ever had, Y/N considers unzipping the zipper on the side of her dress. She literally feels like she's about to burst.

And Harry does too. Just not from the steak.

The steak was really good, Harry will admit that, and the wine was also not that bad (for six hundred dollars per bottle, it could've been better, he thinks), but these are really irrelevant things compared to the other's he's thinking right now.

And while Harry's close to having a heart attack, Y/N slowly leans back on her chair, puts her arms on the arm rests and tries to discreetly push out her stomach. She then takes one of her hands and slowly rubs it on her bloated belly, stroking it as if she was pregnant.

Petting her steak filled belly she looks around, and only then realises that just the two of them are left on the second floor of the restaurant.

The restaurant was situated outside, underneath the starry sky, and built right into a cave, with a view of the calm ocean right in front of them.

"Harry, d'you think they're about to close soon? We're literally the only people left."

Here goes nothing, Harry thinks.

"No, baby, that's how it's supposed to be."

She gives him a confused face, genuinely not understanding what he's just said, "huh? What's supposed to be?"

He slowly stands up, walks over to her chair and notices the hand stroking her little pouched out belly and immediately smiles. She's so fucking cute. Bends down to her face to face and puts his big hands on her small cheeks, "Just listen t'me, baby. No questions, just all ears for me now, yeah?"

She's even more confused now. "Yeah, okay."

He gives her a quick kiss, shortly trapping her bottom lip between his own. "Right. Here it goes."

Harry pulls away from her, and very slowly gets down onto one knee in front of her, quickly pulling out a small emerald green velvet box from his inner jacket pocket.

Y/N is in shock. She wouldn't be surprised if she went into cardiac arrest right then and there. Then it all comes together.

The way he was fidgeting with his hands all the way to the restaurant earlier in the evening, so much that she had to put her hands on his, just so he could properly hold the steering wheel. She didn't choose to question that, figured he'd tell her on his own time, when he felt comfortable about speaking of what he was so scared? of, after he gave her an appreciative, but shaky smile.

The shaking of his hands while he was cutting his steak. She really thought that was because of the steak.

The small beads of sweat gathering at the top of his forehead anytime he would make direct eye contact with her during the evening. She thought that the warm climate had taken its toll on him.

She feels stupid. That's why he's been so nervous, she thinks. Everything makes sense now.

"Y/N—I-I've literally forgotten every word I rehearsed for m'speech. Um—'m so nervous I think even m'tongues shakin' so 'm sorry, but I still want to say a few things."

He can barely hold the box in his clammy hands from the shaking.

And she already feels a few droplets of salty tears coming down her face.

Harry takes a deep breath. "Y/N Y/L/N, y'the love of m'life. Nobody comes close to the place you hold in m'heart. I know this is corny t'say, but I really did fall in love with you the first time I saw you. Fell in love with your kindness, compassion and the love you show t'the people most important to yeh. Couldn't imagine spendin' m'life with anybody else by m'side. Can't wait to marry you, bawl m'eyes out when I see you walk down the aisle and later have babies with yeh. Beautiful, beautiful babies, just like their mummy. Take you all over the world, show you places we'll remember for the rest of our lives. Make love every night and mornin', spend the days baskin' in each other's love. Um—know 'm just ramblin' anythin' and I can promise yeh my wedding vows are gonna be a million times better, but will yeh do the honors and make all m'dreams come true? Marry me and be mine, lovie?"

He starts to open the box containing the beautiful custom diamond ring he'd had made just for her but he can barely see where the opening is because of his tear-filled eyes.

And Y/N doesn't even look at the ring, doesn't really need to, even though she's extremely grateful, she knows she'd marry him if he gave her a ring with an engraved pickle on it.

She quickly shuts the little box and wraps her arms so hard around his shoulders, she nearly brings the both of them down to the wooden floor of the restaurant.

"Yes, Harry," she chokes out through her tears and feels his arms wrap tighter around her than ever, "yes. I love you so much. Of course I'll marry you."

Harry hasn't ever been happier than he is in this moment.