#don’t care won’t read the book I’m so annoyed

[dollishmehrayan]

BATBOYS TOXIC TRAITS / RED FLAGS + GREEN FLAGS ── .✦

a/n: the thing is, they all aren’t like problematic when it comes to relationships but they do have some things and flaws which when heard sound “oh okay that’s fine” but may be like super annoying in a irl relationship also this was a request by anon (here)! (Tags: batboys x reader)

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DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

RED FLAGS:

Chronic People-Pleaser: Will prioritize everyone’s needs over his own (or yours), leading to burnout… and you having to remind him you exist.

Flirty by Nature: He’s not trying to flirt… it just happens. That waitress? Nope, not on purpose, but yeah, you’ll roll your eyes a lot.

Hero Complex: He always has to “save” people, including you, even when you’re perfectly fine handling it yourself. “I got it, babe.” No, you don’t, Dick.

GREEN FLAGS:

Emotionally Intelligent: He can read your mood like a book and knows exactly how to make you smile (with pancakes shaped like hearts).

Physical Affection Expert: Hugs, cuddles, forehead kisses—you’re basically his personal teddy bear.

Supportive King: He’s your biggest cheerleader, hyping you up in the most genuine, heartfelt ways. “That’s my girl.”

JASON TODD ── .✦

RED FLAGS:

Anger Issues: He’ll throw hands for you at the slightest provocation. Guy looks at you wrong? Jason’s already removing his jacket.

Emotionally Guarded: Good luck getting him to open up. He’s more likely to tell you his deepest fears after you’ve fallen asleep.

Reckless Behavior: He’ll drag you into the most insane situations and act like it’s no big deal. “What do you mean this is dangerous? It’s fine.”

GREEN FLAGS:

Loyal to a Fault: He’ll defend you with his life, no questions asked. “You mess with her, you mess with me.”

Soft Romantic: Beneath the tough exterior, he’s writing you sweet notes and remembering the little things, like how you take your coffee.

Protective (in a good way): He won’t smother you, but he’ll make sure you always feel safe, even if it’s just crossing the street.

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

RED FLAGS:

Workaholic: He’ll forget to eat, sleep, and sometimes text you back because “the case was just getting good!”

Overthinks Everything: Spends hours analyzing your last text to figure out if you were mad or just tired. “Was that period passive-aggressive?”

Terrible Self-Care: You’ll have to force him to drink water and go to bed like a mom with a rebellious child.

GREEN FLAGS:

Incredibly Thoughtful: He remembers every detail about you, from your favorite flower to that obscure hobby you mentioned once.

Adorably Awkward: His shy smiles and fumbling over words when you flirt back are endlessly endearing.

Problem Solver: He’ll find solutions to all your problems, from fixing your computer to making your bad day better with tea and soft music.

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

RED FLAGS:

Insanely Jealous: He glares daggers at anyone who looks at you too long. “Why is he breathing near you?”

Judgmental: He might critique your taste in music, books, or anything else with his usual bluntness. “This… is what you listen to?”

Control Freak: He likes things done a certain way and will try to “help” you by micromanaging your life.

GREEN FLAGS:

Devoted Partner: Once he’s in, he’s all in. You’ll never doubt his commitment because he’s always showing up for you.

Loyal Beyond Measure: He’ll defend your honor to anyone, even Bruce. “She’s perfect, Father. You simply lack taste.”

Surprisingly Gentle: Despite his tough exterior, he has a soft side that only you get to see, like the way he pets animals—or you—so tenderly.

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

RED FLAGS:

Emotionally Repressed: He’s basically a human brick wall when it comes to expressing his feelings. “I’m… fine.” No, Bruce, you’re not.

Work Comes First: He’ll disappear into the Batcave for days unless you drag him out by the cape which becomes quickly annoying.

Overprotective: He’ll want to track your every move, not because he doesn’t trust you, but because he worries too much. “It’s for your safety.”

GREEN FLAGS:

Quietly Romantic: He may not be overly expressive, but he’ll show love through subtle gestures—like a bouquet of your favorite flowers left on the table.

Ultimate Provider: He makes sure you never want for anything, whether it’s emotional support or physical comfort.

Unshakable Devotion: Once you’ve captured his heart, he’s yours forever. There’s no halfway with Bruce—he’s in it for the long haul.

[bunni-v1]

so shadow milk legendary costume is coming so can we get more content of pre-corruption smilk 😝😝😭 pretty please and thank you ♥️

🍓Again I’m gonna call him Blueberry Yogurt because typing out pre corruption is annoying as fuck. Anyway, yes you can pookie mwah mwah mwah! These are short, but I still hope u like them :)

-Blueberry Yogurt is veryyyyy different from Shadow Milk. Shadow Milk describes his past self as a “Goody two shoes wet rag with no personality,” and while he’s being dramatic I don’t think he’s far off.

-Blueberry Yogurt is contemplative, gentle, kind, and above all else caring. He loves his subjects and his friends and he aims to share his knowledge with everyone. He’s in all sense of the word harmless. A sweet cookie with nothing but good intentions.

-He’s, essentially, his position as sage. And he doesn’t mind that, but he’s never really considered that he could be anything more. It’s what he was baked for, of course.

-Booooriiingggggg, as Shadow Milk would put it. But Blueberry Yogurt was content with things, it’s only after he realized cookies turn from the truth — mixed with the understanding of the sheer amount of power he held, that his mind changed.

-You we’re part of that realization. That, maybe, he could be more than what he was. That the life he lived wasn’t all it seemed to be. He was never made to fall in love, but he did, whose to say there isn’t more for him out there?

-But before that, he was likely the perfect partner to have. He cares a lot about his partner and their well-being, and he wants to be their total equal, even if they’re weaker than him.

-He spends a lot of his spare time with you. He’s an incredibly busy cookie with too many things to do, but he will always find time to spend on you. You are a high priority in his life, and he makes sure you know that.

-He likes having you around him, even when you aren’t doing the same things. Just you being there brings him peace of mind and makes him feel content.

-You being educated is equally important to him, so he takes the time to have conversations about serious topics. He’s particularly fond of reading with you and discussing the books with a critical eye. He won’t let you be blind to the truth, and if you’re afraid of it, he’ll work with you to ensure you aren’t.

-He’ll take you around the town when he visits, and most cookies know you as “The Sage’s Lover”. He won’t admit it, but that fact makes him proud. He loves to show you off, and he loves the fact that others know you’re together.

-Oh he does this cute thing where he’ll sweep you up in his arms and dance around with you. He’ll press you tightly against his body and swirl around like you’re at a real ball.

-He is so much more open about how much he loves you. He has no reason to hide or fear his affections for you, so he just doesn’t. His love is unabashedly displayed through physical touch as Blueberry Yogurt.

-Soft and gentle kisses pressed upon you dough. He burns into your dough his love for you so that you never forgot how much you are adored.

-He pulls you close and whispers his adoration like a prayer, as if to convince you of his love for you. Like you might forget if he doesn’t remind you so tenderly.

-He treats you to beautiful dates in locations you’ve only dreamed about, each one more heartfelt and romantic than the last. They’re built specifically to wow you, and he’s phenomenal at his job.

-He also gives you gifts all the time, hand made or things he found around the kingdom, it doesn’t matter. They’re all things you’ll make good use of, he makes sure of that.

-His goal is to make you feel considered and thought of. Again, he’s very successful. Everything he does takes you into account, and you become a very important part of his day to day life.

-One thing he does that Shadow Milk keeps is his love for carrying you around. It’s not a strength thing, he isn’t showing off, he just loves carrying you around. He feels like he can really care for you like that, so he does it as much as he can.

-He’s also very protective of you. He doesn’t stop you from engaging difficult topics and finding out truths, but he does stop others from disturbing your peace. It’s the one time he’ll use his magical abilities for selfish reasons, his need to keep you safe and happy winning out his morals for once.

-This is why when he feels himself… slipping… he sends you away as soon as he can. He doesn’t want you to think of him differently, and he’ll even take extra measures to ensure he won’t find you once he’s fully gone. (It’s the most annoying thing about himself, if you ask Shadow Milk. He plans for everything far too well.)

-It does ache and pain him to be so far from you when he does it, but it’s more important to him that you are safe. Even if it means you have to be safe from him.

[getosbigballsack]

Random thought! - Husband Gojo x Wife Reader-chan #inside the diary

Hear me out! Gojo read your thoughts in your diary and came to realize that he was a terrible husband to you.

He knew he was a good lay, hence the reason he managed to knock you up three times. But as of lately, he came to realize that you weren't interested in having sex with him.

At first, he thought it was just because you were too tired, having to take care of the kids while he works, all day by yourself (in which he understands, and he praises you for being such a wonderful mother).

But that wasn't the case. He just happened to come home early from work while you were out shopping with the kids, and he got a hold of your diary.

Interestingly, he took it upon himself to skim through the pages of your book, just to see what's inside your little head. Nothing out of the ordinary, just little notes and reminders to yourself about the task you had to complete and a few words of encouragement here and there.

He usually doesn't read through your thoughts, always thinking that if you had an issue you'd come and talk to him, so he was about to put your diary back where he found it because he didn't want to pry further into your thoughts, but that's until one page in particular caught his eye.

I find it difficult to enjoy sex with my husband nowadays and I don't know why?

Words in blue handwriting are written beautifully on the paper. He kept on reading, and as he continued to move further down the line, he felt his heart break.

It’s just me, but I don't think I'm attractive enough to have sex with my husband.

I wanted to suggest the last time we had sex [that was a month ago], but I didn't wanna ruin the moment for him because he looked like he was having fun.

Satoru came home today and wanted to have sex. I told him no. He never forced himself on me. He only kissed me goodnight and left to go sleep in the guest room. I know he was upset but did he really have to leave?

It's been 2 months, and Satoru hasn't tried touching me since that night. Am I not worthy of loving anymore? He doesn't even buy me flowers anymore or take me out on dates.

He doesn't compliment me anymore, doesn't tell me that I'm beautiful. He doesn’t even call me baby girl, doll or even honey.

No more I love you, only kisses to the forehead and peck on the lips before he leaves for work in the morning.

He comes home late, I'm always alone with the kids, no more family dinners, no more kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom conversations. No more late-night kisses, no more holding me tightly in his arms while he sleeps.

Does he not want me anymore?

Sometimes I wanna visit his office with the children but I’m afraid that he’ll find my presence a bit annoying. I feel lonely without him here with me.

I should've said yes that night and spread my legs for him,

That's my duty as his wife.

To have fulfilled all my husband's needs without complaint.

But it hurts to have sex, I'm just not in the mood. I'm too tired, I just need my husband to hold me, but he's not there.

I can't complain, he's the reason I don't have to work.

But is it so bad to ask my husband to love me without having the need to touch me?

The last entry to your diary reads.

I'm going to do it today, bare the pain and have sex with my husband, just so that I can feel his love once again. 

Now he knows the real reason you won’t have intercourse with him, or let's say the reason you don’t enjoy having sex with him. You feel as though he doesn’t love you anymore, and he needs to fix that. So, until he can figure out a way to prove to you just how much he loves you, he’ll have to deprive himself of your warm loving touch. 

Later in the day when you came home with the kids, you saw your husband cooking up a storm in the kitchen. “Hey baby girl, want something to eat? It’s been a while hasn’t it.” too stunned to even say a word, you just watched as your kids, ages 3, 4 and 6 ran over to their dad and engulfed him in a big hug. He giggled and stopped whatever he was doing to bend to his children’s height and kissed every single of them on their cheeks. “Hey boys. Did you all take your mom out shopping today?” Oh, that’s right you’re a boy mom. You managed to pop three boys, all of them came out looking just like their dad, especially your eldest son. 

The boys chatted away with their dad until he excused himself and walked over to you and wrapped his arms tightly around your body. You're in a state of shock, unable to move for a moment until he whispers, “can I get a hug back?” and you did give him a hug. 

“Welcome home, have a seat, dinner’s almost ready. I cooked vegetable curry today, I know it’s your favourite,” and indeed it is your favourite. For the rest of the day, he spent time in the kitchen cooking while chatting with his kids, not without taking small glances at you. You all ate dinner together, got the kids ready for bed when night falls, before preparing for bed yourselves. 

You remembered that you wrote in your diary that you were about to try and have sex with your husband, all for the sake of feeling his love again, but that didn’t happen. Instead, you found your husband already waiting for you on the bed, fully dressed in pjs, a cup of your favourite tea in his hand and a warm loving smile on his face. 

He immediately started up a conversation with you, asking you about your day and your trip to the shopping centre. You had no clue what was going on inside your husband’s head, but it’s been a while since he last sat down and had small conversations like these, and you weren’t about to miss this opportunity. 

So with a smile on your face, you told everything that happened today and even the fact that you had to buy a bag of grapes you had no intentions of buying, but you did so because your 3 year old son stole and ate a few while you picked up a bag of oranges. The conversation went all a while until he sighed. 

“Y/N,” he whispered in a serious tone. “We need to talk. I was going to wait until tomorrow, but I can’t bear the fact that my wife would be going to bed with doubts about our relationship and my love for you.”

You swallow thickly and rest your now empty cup against the nightstand before turning to face your husband fully. He reached his hand out for you, and you gently placed your left hand in his. He wrapped his large hand around your finger and gently pulled you until you were straddling his lips. You swallowed that thick lump yet again, before whispering, “So what is it that we need to talk about.”

“Why do you always refuse to communicate your feelings with me?” he asked as he let go of your hand and wrapped both hands around your waist and rested his head up against your chest. “I know I haven’t been a good husband to you these past few months, but I don’t want you to think that I don’t love you or that you’re not worthy of loving.”

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

He sighed heavily before taking a deep breath. “I found your diary in the living room when I got home, and I read through your notes.” Your body tensed up in his lap, your mind immediately racing towards negative thoughts. Is he angry? Why did you have to carelessly leave your diary out in the open for him to see. 

“Oh!”

“I’m sorry for reading through your diary, but I’m happy that I did because my wife won’t communicate with me,” he said with a frustrated sigh. 

You frowned, “Would you have listened even if I tried?”

“I would’ve dropped everything and listened to whatever it is that you have to say. I know it's my duty to ensure that my wife is living her best happy life, and that it’s also my responsibility to take care of your wellbeing, but I can’t always know what's going on with you if you don’t communicate with me.” 

Communication on your end has always been a big issue in your relationship with your husband. It bothered him and he’d hope that after a while you would’ve grown out of your bad habit, but he guess he’s wrong, because here you are now after 8 years of being a relationship total and that includes the four years of marriage, and 3 kids later, you still struggling to figure out a way to communicate your feelings with him. 

“I broke my heart when I read that you thought that as my wife, your duty is to only provide for me sexually or even the fact that you don’t think that you’re attractive enough to have sex with me. What hurts me the most is that you have so many doubts about my love for you. Y/N you know that I love you right?”

“I do,” your voice trembled slightly as you answered. 

“Then why are you doubting my feelings for you? I apologise for leaving you to sleep in the guest room that night, it was wrong of me to be upset all because you told me no.” There was a moment of silence, you figured he was waiting for a response in which you never gave.

“I know I don’t say this as much as I need to, but I love you. I LOVE YOU so very much. I love you as my best friend, my wife and I love you even more as the mother of my children.” Tears started to obstruct your vision as you stared off at your wedding portrait that was above your bed and listened as your husband poured his hurt out to you. 

“I need you to stop thinking that you are not worthy of loving because you are more than worthy. You’re an amazing woman, an amazing wife, and an amazing mother to our children. Just the fact that you're a mother makes you worthy of loving.” 

“Satoru… I- I,” you stuttered, trying to formulate the words inside your mouth, but even if you did, what are you going to say to your husband? You had not one clue. 

“I’m not a mind reader Y/N, so you need to start communicating your feelings with me, because if you don’t tell me, I’m not going to always know,” he said to you as he snuggled his head against your chest. 

“I- I’ll do better.” 

“I’m happy to hear that, and I promise to show you just how much I love you and do whatever it is to ensure that my wife is happy, because your happiness means the most to me. I’ll get you those flowers you want, and I’ll try my best to buy you loads of flowers in the future. And about visiting my office.”

“Yes?” you said. 

“I would love for you to pop up at my office one day with the kids and surprise me. My workers have been dying to meet my beautiful wife and children. And about the late-night work meetings. I can’t promise you that there won’t be any more late-night meetings, but I'll do my best to get home as early as I can to be with you and the kids. I don’t want you to feel as though I’ve abandoned you with the kids. I’ll take a few days off from work too and take the ends out. You’re right we barely have family time.”

“Thank you,” you said smiling as you allowed those tears to run down your cheeks. 

“I’ll do better as your husband. It wasn't my intention to not cuddle and hold you tightly while we sleep. Baby you know you can always smack me in the head or do that cute silly little thing you do and crawl underneath my arms if you want to cuddle with me,” he said to you, and you let out a small giggle. 

He chuckled too as he removed one hand from around your waist to cradle your cheek. “Lastly, this is about our sex life. If I make you feel physical pain, or uncomfortable at any time during intercourse you need to let me know because the last thing I want to do is hurt you. In your diary you said that you wanted to suggest the last time we had sex. I want you to tell me what it is.”

Your face heated up immediately, why would he have to bring that up now. Couldn’t he have waited until a better time. But nonetheless despite the obvious look of embarrassment on your face you whispered, “I was wondering if… if…”

“Yes?” 

“I was wondering if we could try something outside the usual vanilla sex,” you said to him, and he cocked his eyebrow towards you. “It’s not that I don’t enjoy vanilla sex, I love having vanilla sex with you and you know how to be rough when you need to be. But I thought it would be nice if we could do something different.” 

“What do you suggest?” he asked with a sunning grin on his face. 

“Maybe we could try using some sex toys.” 

“Sex toys heh?” he said, and you quickly covered up your face with your hands. “I’m open, I don’t mind getting a few sex toys here and there for us to use. I can order us a few online on another day.”

“Ok…”

“Good girl. I love you.” he whispered as he kissed your lips. "I promise I'll be a better husband for you."

“I love you too, Satoru.”

[webslingingslasher]

what if peter calls her annoying for doing soemthing so she geniunely stops

peter remembers the conversation vividly.

'do you mind if i play a game?'

'no.'

'are you sure? cause if you wanna do something now's the time to say it.'

'no, you can play.'

you told him he could play, and you didn't even sound the slightest upset. he must've read that wrong, because while he's trying to focus on killing and not dying, you're chatting up a storm.

peter figured after the third barely there half acknowledgement you'd figure it out, but no. not even when he cut you off to shout something to a teammate. it was the third missed shot and he just really wanted you to stop talking.

it's nonstop and about nothing important. shit about people he doesn't know, or people he has a faint recolection from. his team was about to pull through, but you had to call his name to make sure he was listening to some bullshit about whoever and whatever and he fucking died.

'jesus fucking ch- what?! you do this every fucking time, i asked if i could play, you said yes. i asked if you minded, you said no. yet, every time you sit here and try to have a fucking conversation with me.'

as if he didn't dig in far enough:

'you're fucking annoying.'

ouch. ouch, ouch, ouch.

'i'm sorry.'

ouch, 'you're fucking annoying.' ouch, ouch, ouch.

a heavy sigh, peter rubs his eyebrow. 'yeah, i'm sure you are.' you want to shink into nothing, he made you feel so small in three words.

'you're fucking annoying.' ouch, ouch, ouch.

'i am.' it's timid, peter sighs again, this time at himself. 'i know you are. i'm sorry, i shouldn't have yelled at you. i was doing good and got distracted, i'm sorry and it's just a game.'

peter was sorry he yelled, not sorry he called you fucking annoying. no, that part he meant. it was obvious. 'it's okay.' you feel robotic, but it was your fault he lost his game. you're the one that told him he could play.

peter looks at you, his face scrunched. 'it's okay? i raised my voice at you and it's okay?' you nod, 'yeah. i distracted you.'

sure, that's what he said, but it's not what he meant. 'hey, don't sweat it. if i was a better player that wouldn't have happened, if anything you might just make me better by talking my ear off.'

'you're fucking annoying.' it still stings. you plaster on a smile, it's missing from your eyes. 'yeah, maybe.' peter winks, he bought it. or he just doesn't want to deal with it, you're fucking annoying anyways.

'you can play another round, i won't bother you this time. i promise.' and you don’t. not a single word, you just endlessly scroll on your phone and let peter celebrate his team win.

a cluster of kisses. ‘i had total focus and i set a new record. be proud of me, please.’ you smile, it hurts to know that your silence made him win. that’s how fucking annoying you are.

‘super proud, handsome. feel free to keep playing.’

it doesn’t feel right to peter, normally you’d be begging for attention or coercing him into cuddles. instead, you’re shrugging him off.

‘are you-‘

‘yes. i’m sure.’ twitter and instagram are boring. but you don’t want to be fucking annoying.

peter gives another kiss. ‘you’re the best, trouble. don’t forget it.’

you’re the best… and you’re fucking annoying.

you won’t be anymore.

———

peter’s won every single match this week and it stopped feeling good. and as he’s aimlessly wondering, half hoping to be killed, he realizes he hasn’t heard you in a little bit.

‘hey, trouble. what’s up? talk to me.’ he misses the soft chatters and gentle pokes when he loses focus on you. he misses you bidding for his attention.

‘nothing.’ you glance up to the screen, ‘don’t get yourself killed.’ peter shrugs, he doesn’t care how this match ends. instead, he moves from his chair to the bed with you.

‘c’mon, talk to me. tell me about your day or um, what’s that girl? the one with choppy highlights?’ you flip a page in your book, ‘harmony.’

‘yeah, her. what’s new with harmony?’ he moves into your touch, you slowly nudge away. ‘nothing.’ a multitude of things, actually. harmony is someone who has the life only a writer could make up.

‘i find that hard to believe, you’re always talking about her.’

you’re bitter with your words, but how dare he make it seem like he cares. ‘i did, but not anymore since im fucking annoying.’

peter looks at you, you’re choosing to avoid eye contact even if he knows you’re re-reading the same paragraph over and over. ‘you’re not annoying. who told you that?’

oh, you stare at him. you burn the glare of a thousand suns into his eyes, a moment of rage when you picture his head exploding.

‘you did.’

peter throws his controller down, he’s shot instantly. there’s not even a peek at the screen. ‘i did?’ his mind is counting back, when and the most important, why would he say that?

‘you said and i quote, ‘you’re fucking annoying.’ so don’t sit here and pretend you want to hear my stories or whatever. you’re a fucking liar and you think i’m annoying.’

in the time it takes to blink, peter’s grabbing your book away and forcing you to look at him. ‘i didn’t mean it. you’re not annoying, not now, not ever.’

you push his hands away. ‘you do. you apologized for yelling at me but not for calling me annoying. you said it and you meant it.’

‘i’m a sore loser with a big mouth. i don’t think you’re annoying, i’ve never thought you were annoying, and i never will think you’re annoying.’

you don’t buy it. he sure seemed to enjoy your silence for the past week and you tell him that. ‘no i didn’t. you think because i don’t say something, i don’t know it’s happening. i knew you were more quiet and less touchy, but i figured you were really into your new book- not that i hurt your feelings.’

it’s nice to know your efforts weren’t for nothing, but you still feel a sting in your heart. ‘you said i always bother you, and that i do that every time you play.’

peter shakes his head, he’s doing everything in his power to make you toss this idea you think he has about you. ‘i worded it wrong, that’s on me.’

‘what i meant-‘ peter tugs on your knee, you can’t escape his eyes if you tried. ‘what i meant was that it feels like you want my attention most when i’m in the zone and super concentrated. i love that you want to talk to me or sit with me, i just want to win a game too, that’s all.’

you sniff, a threat of a cry if he tries something like this again. ‘so, you don’t hate me or find me fucking annoying?’ peter frowns, he hates that he caused a mental breakdown of sorts behind the scenes over something he didn’t even realize he said.

‘never ever. you’re my girl, trouble. i’m an idiot who doesn’t deserve your passive aggressiveness. next time i act like that, feel free to throw the controller at my head.’

it comes way too quick, you’ve been waiting for this. ‘deal.’

[kutepik]

how i think LADS LI would be as parents after you give birth (i’m being honest here lol)

Xavier: He’s clumsy with the baby at first, but he slowly gets the hang of it. Trying to put the baby to sleep ends up making him fall asleep, and that’s a problem—because you can’t trust a newborn’s safety to a man who can pass out like a rock anywhere, anytime. You handle the baby 90% of the time because either he’s working or he’s asleep, even when the baby cries at night. He does get up once in a while, but you don’t let him do anything because you’re sure he’d doze off while holding the baby. Lucky for you, the baby sleeps a lot too—after all, they take after their dad.

Zayne: He’s read every parenting book out there and knows how to handle any and every issue. Becomes that annoying guy who monitors your diet to ensure healthy breastfeeding. He’s meticulous (too much so) and constantly checks on the baby like it’s a medical examination. He’s hardly home—being a doctor means surgeries every week—so you bond with the baby first. He struggles to call the baby by their name, and sometimes you feel like he treats them too distantly. He doesn’t know how to play or be silly, but in his own way, he takes care of both you and the baby.

Sylus: He set up a post-birth recovery room and hired a caretaker for you and the baby. Calls the baby “little thing” and isn’t comfortable holding them. Sends the twins to buy toys and clothes, filling the room with useless stuff that won’t even be used until the baby can walk. He does it to make up for his lack of presence and parenting skills. He gets bored and frustrated when the baby cries too much and demands your or his attention, so he insists on keeping a nanny around. He has no idea how to handle the “little thing” but hopes they grow up fast so he can teach them how to use a gun.

Caleb: He also gets an FAA nurse to take care of you and the baby during the first month. Buys everything apple-themed of course. He took care of you when you were younger, so he has no trouble handling baby duties—feeding, bathing, putting them to sleep, etc. He travels a lot for work, but when he’s back, he insists that you rest while he takes care of the baby. Unfortunately, he’s terrible at dealing with tantrums and gets easily frustrated. Eventually, he hires a nanny too—after all, you’re spending way too much time with the baby and not enough with him, and that’s just not okay… Sometimes he misses having you all for himself.

(i’m sorry for not doing rafayel i don’t know much about himm so please give your suggestions)

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“Pony was being dramatic!” “Darry only hit him once!” “You’re telling me Darry never hit him before?” “Johnny gets hit everyday at home and doesn’t complain!”

Shush. Just, stop for a minute. I personally think that Pony’s reaction to getting slapped was justified, and it angers me a little sometimes when people chalk it down to just him being a brat. Ponyboy already thinks Darry doesn’t want him around, Darry’s constantly on Pony for every little thing, being hard on him to keep him from getting taken away. Hitting him is one thing that would get Pony taken away faster than anything else, in doing this, Darry’s accidentally sending Ponyboy a message: He doesn’t just not want him around, he wants to get rid of him as quickly as possible. 

“Oh but Darry probably hit him a lot when they were kids!” EXACTLY. When. They. Were. KIDS. Darry 100% slugged Pony a couple times bc he was being a little shit, but Darry’s stuck halfway between being a father and a brother. He’s not just Pony’s brother anymore, he’s his guardian. Pony explicitly says that no one in his family hit each other, including their parents. Pony says Darry looks exactly like their dad, in that moment, Pony can’t imagine his father hitting him. If his parents had still been alive and his father had hit him instead of Darry, Pony would’ve had the same reaction. Pony’s in shock, when someone is hurt they go into fight or flight, Pony is a track star, and also kinda scrawny. (no offense Pony) He’s gonna choose to run instead of try to fight back. Because in his mind, if Darry hit him once, who’s to say he isn’t gonna do it again?

Now onto Johnny, yes Johnny has it way, way worse at home than Pony does. But he’s also used to it, it’s sad, but true. Johnny’s used to being hit by his parents, Pony isn’t. The first hits are always the worst. We see that in Tex and The Outsiders. There’s no doubt in my mind that Johnny acted like Pony did when he was younger, when he wasn’t so used to his parents hitting him. If Darry continued to hit Pony, Pony would eventually start to act like Johnny. Learn to take it. I also don’t think that Johnny was mad/annoyed with Pony for acting like he did. Maybe Johnny was a little jealous when Pony used to complain that Darry hated him. But that was before Darry hit him, Johnny’s probably a little mad at Darry too, being honest. Darry’s supposed to be the one holding them together. The one refuge most greasers on the East side have. Johnny probably knew deep down that Darry was scared and most likely felt bad and won’t do it again. But you still don’t hit people when you’re scared. Johnny has never been hit out of fear, every time his parents beat on him it’s out of anger. You hit out of anger, you fight back out of fear. 

So no, Pony didn’t deserve to be slapped. He wasn’t asking for it. They lost their parents less than a year ago. Darry is 20 years old for fuck’s sake! I bet some of you reading this right now are either older than that or only a year or two younger. 20 is arguably still a kid, and 20 should not be the age to take on two jobs, maintaining a house, and taking care of two teenagers, plus 4 other teens and oh, I don’t know, almost everyone in eastern Tulsa? That’s too much to ask of anyone. Even if Pony was being a little shit (which he usually is, but in the argument that night I would say Darry kind of instigated it more, at least in the book/movie) that still doesn’t mean he deserved the hit, or shove, in the movie’s case. 

Thank you for coming to my ted talk, I really needed to just put that out there. I’m seeing so many people ratting on Pony for the way he acted, especially comparing him to the way Johnny is treated at home. Which isn’t fair in my opinion. Thank u for listening! 💜

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[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Adventures in Babysitting

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Notes: I’m gonna make a new header, like I just want o p t i o n s. Also, I’m hungry

@silas-aeiou You don't get a cute dedication. I hate you. I would have made that yellow, but you know they don't actually have yellow. So you know.... Orange. Like your bedspread that I think is orange.

Eddie was irritated. 

There was a lot in life he let slide, a lot that he knew there was nothing he could do and so he let it go. 

But this? Oh, this could have been prevented. 

“You’re gonna get frown lines,” You comment lazily from your spot in the sun. You’d curled up like a cat sunbathing and pulled out your Kindle about three hours ago, and aside from the occasional glass of water and getting him lunch, you hadn’t moved. 

“You’re gonna get frown lines.” He mocks you, his arms folded across his chest and a deep pout graces his lips. Your eyes flick up from the device and you stick your tongue out at him before going back to your book. 

“What are you even reading?” 

He’s bored out of his mind, and pretty much all he’s got to do is bother you or watch TV, and lord knows there’s nothing good on TV.

“You’ve asked me that three times. It’s still the same book”

“The same book you won’t tell me the name of?” He whines and awkwardly flops forward on the couch onto his tummy. He props his chin in his hands and bends his good knee. He’d cross his ankles if that damn brace wasn’t in the way.

“Because you’re going to Google it, and I don’t need you to know anything about what I’m reading” 

“But I want to know. Please Y/N, please? I promise I won’t bother you anymore! You won’t hear a peep out of me!” He gives you his sweetest, most innocent smile and bats his eyelashes, and you groan and drop your hand to the couch because you know he’s not going to leave you alone this time. 

And maybe, just maybe. Those stupid brown eyes really work on you. 

“It’s called-” You hesitate for a second and sigh “Ice Planet Barbarians. It’s the first one” 

“Okay.” He shrugs and stuffs a pillow under his chin and goes on his phone, and you stare at him 

“Okay? That’s it? You’ve been bothering me this entire time and all you’ve got to say is “Okay” really??” 

“I feel like I need to give you lessons on how to annoy someone.” 

“Ugh!!” 

You toss your kindle down to run away from his ass and he laughs as you stomp your way into his kitchen for a snack. 

“Get me a smoothie!”

“Fuck you and your smoothie!” 

After a half hour of letting him go thirsty, you shove his stupid smoothie bottle into his hand and plop back down on the couch with your snack. He gives you those stupid eyes again and bats his eyelashes, and you hand him the plate you’ve made him.

“Awww, you do care!” 

“I’m literally going to punch you in the knee.” 

Eddie’s mouth drops as he looks at the brace. He slaps his hand over his chest, and you roll your eyes at his dramatics.

“I am wounded.” 

“Yes, yes, I know you sprained your ACL.” He’d told the story at least 10 times already.

“I was saving a child!”

“Saving a child” 

“Have I ever mentioned how much I hated you?” He narrows his eyes, and you bat your eyelashes at him this time. 

“Maybe I need to give you lessons in annoying someone?” 

He stares at you for a second before sighing and balancing his plate on his chest.

“Touché” 

You didn’t actually mind watching after him. It was fun most of the time, just not when he was bored out of his mind. Your Auntie Athena had called you up, asking for a big favor. You had some medical training, and you weren’t really doing anything these days, so she asked you to come babysit a friend for her. When Buck answered the door that morning, you already felt the blush on your cheeks, and you nearly fell over when he introduced you to Eddie, the baby you would be sitting. 

Too bad he was annoying because he was fine as hell. 

“Can you grab me my wallet?” He mutters, and you get up to grab it. All in all, he was a pretty good patient. He didn’t ask for much, and unless he wanted to bother you, he was pretty polite about it… though you did have to convince him that it was okay to ask you to go to the bathroom whenever he needed and he didn’t have to hold it.

All in a day's work. 

You hand him his wallet, and he thanks you with that smile that made you weak, and you go back to plop on the couch. It was almost time to start dinner, and you hadn’t really gotten around to thinking about what to make. 

“Anything in particular you want for dinner?” You ask with a yawn, and he shrugs

“I just got us some pizza, You’ve been doing so much for me that I didn’t want you to have to make dinner too on top of all this.”

“Eddie,” you scold him softly. “You didn’t have to do that. I’d gladly make you dinner. It’s my job.”

“Oh? That’s all I am to you? A job” He pouts and you smirk and get up from the other couch, You flop down next to him and lean into his side 

“Nah, we’re friends now. I think I’ve accidentally seen your dick like three times today so personally, I think that makes us friends for life” 

“Mhm. Were you impressed?” 

He’s teasing, you know he is, but when he combines the question whilst putting his arm around your shoulders, you suddenly can’t breathe. 

“Uh- I mean-” You stutter and he’s got this stupid smile that you can’t tell what it means. 

“I was just kidding, Jeez Y/N.” 

You awkwardly laugh with him and try to wriggle from his arm but he keeps you there, in fact, he leans over himself and puts his head on your shoulder. 

“You mind if I take a little nap?”

“Oh sure, You want me to take you to your room?” You start to get up but he holds you in place again and you squeak 

“No this is good, wake me when the pizza gets here?” He takes the throw from the back of the couch and tosses it over both of you.

“O-okay” 

You’re so tense, like so tense that after about five minutes you hear Eddie start to snicker. 

“You want me to just use the pillows?” He doesn't even open his eyes when he speaks and you look over at him. 

“N-no It’s okay”

“You sure? I don't think you’ve taken more than five breaths this entire time”

“I’m sure” You take a slow breath and he gets up anyway, you bite back the frown when he moves away but he starts to push you back. 

“Okay, well if that’s the case I think I’d be more comfortable like this.”

You lay on your back and Eddie lays between you and the couch. He puts his arm around your waist and lays his head on your chest, you blush when he makes himself a little more comfy by nuzzling just a bit into your chest.

“You gonna breathe this time?” 

“Uh-huh”

“Good girl” 

He can hear the sharp inhale and practically feel the shiver go down your spine when he says that and he closes his eyes with a big smile because you’re reacting exactly how he thought you would. 

Eddie doesn’t get much sleep until you’ve finally gotten out of your head and started to calm down, your fingers thread through his soft hair and he feels his body relax against yours. He tried to stay awake, admittedly fake sleeping just to be close to you was almost as fuck boy as asking if you were impressed was but he just wanted to be near you.

He’d been sneaking glances at you all day, watching all your reactions to that book you were reading… which he’d bought immediately when you gave him his wallet and had read all the warnings for it and…

Jesus Christ.

But anyway, he just wanted to be close to you, because you were pretty and soft and you smelled good and pretty soon you’re shaking his shoulder gently and he’s lifting his head and settling his chin between your breasts and your eyes widen a little but you keep stroking his hair and he leans into your touch and you smile at him. 

“The pizzas here, you gotta let me up, babe” 

It’s like just a completely normal pet name, you’d even mentioned earlier that you used it in your everyday freaking conversation but god the way you say it to him. 

A man can dream.

He pushes away just enough for you to slip out from under him and go over to the door, he’s unabashedly staring at your ass while you give the kid a tip and grab the pizza from him and bring it in.

“You sure this is big enough?” You show him the giant ass box and pass by him to the dining room and he uses his cane to awkwardly get up from the couch. You drop the box and rush over to help catch him and he stumbles over into your arms. 

“You’re not supposed to be getting up by yourself!” You help him over to the dining room table and pick his leg up to put it on the other chair.

“I know I know, I just feel bad.” 

“Eddie this is my job! I want to take care of you. You know you deserve help, right? You’re injured and you need help, and I want to give that to you. I’m more than happy to.” 

It’s not… that deep. He knows you don’t mean it like that. But it hits home, and it hits home hard. He watches you walk to the kitchen to grab some plates, his eyes lingering on your plush hips.

Where did you get off telling him what was good for him… even if you know it was technically true? He watches you come in and serve him up a plate and hold it out to him.

“Are you gonna let me help?”

He looks at the plate, slowly taking it from you and setting it down in his lap.

“Yeah.” 

After that Eddie turns into an absolute baby. It’s small things, “Can you get me a napkin” “Will you hand me the remote?” “Can I have another soda?”

But then it’s “Will you sit by me?” And “Can I lean against you again?” 

And somehow it ends with your back against the armrest and him between your legs, using them as armrests. He tilts his head back and you’re running your fingers through his hair and giving him a scalp massage and he’s melting into your lap.

“Ohh that’s good” He’s practically purring as he snuggles into you and you smile.

“Oh really?” Your fingertips start working his neck and down his shoulders. He scoots forward a little and you’re working out all the knots at the base of his neck.

“You wanna go lie down maybe? I can work on your back” 

“Oh, that’s asking way too much” His head flops backward like he’s so comfy he can’t hold it up and you work your way out from underneath him. 

“Come on, let’s get you in bed, you should probably go goin there anyway, you need your rest” 

He whines and makes you tug him up off the couch and help him hobble to his bedroom. 

“You wanna get into your pajamas?” 

“It’s like 8 pm” He frowns but lifts his shirt over his head anyway. You blush and look away for a second to “grab his shorts” and hand them out to him. He smirks and takes them from you, purposely brushing his fingers against yours. 

“You know, Buck helped me get dressed this morning, if it’s necessary I can ask him to come over again.” 

Buck had literally gotten three pairs of jeans when Eddie got hurt and had one leg hemmed to work with the big ass brace he had to wear it had a zipper down the side that he could just undo and take off the other side normally. 

“These jeans are weird as hell, but I appreciate him” 

“At least he didn’t put you in booty shorts.” 

“He tried.” He deadpans and you giggle and come over to him. Your fingers fiddle with his belt and he bites his lip and watches you unbuckle it and put it on the bed. You work open his jeans and unzip them for him and then go to the weird side zipper and do that too. 

“You know, if you wanted to get my pants off all you had to do was ask” 

You roll your eyes and get down on your knees to help him get the jeans down.

“You’ve been waiting to use that one all day haven’t you?” 

“As a matter of fact, yes. Yes, I have.” 

Your laugh gets caught in your throat when you look up at him, he has this hunger in his eyes that makes your cheeks flare bright pink. He reaches down and cups the back of your head, stroking your hair softly. 

“You know… you look kinda pretty like this” He mumbles and you lean forward just a little closer to him.

“I do?” You make your eyes wider, sweeter and he nearly passes out. 

“Jesus” He scoffs and pushes your head away and you fall on your butt with a laugh. You get up and help him into bed and then settle on top of him. 

He groans comfortably under your weight and you get to work on his back. It does not surprise you in any way shape or form that he’s a mess of tension and knots. You especially focus on his shoulders and you’ve got him moaning and whimpering like a slut. 

“You sound like a bitch” You wheeze and he tries to throw you off his back and you squeal and hold his shoulders.

“I’ll have your ass know I take pride in sounding like a little bitch okay. If my girl is making me sound that way? She must be doing something right” 

“Your girl?” You perk up a little and lean down onto him, your chest pressed into his back 

“Yeah, you’re my girl right?” 

Eddie was too damn friendly for his own good. He props himself up on his elbows just to feel you press harder against him. He can feel your nipples poking through your shirt. 

“Yeah I’m your girl” 

He lets his head hang down and you go back to massaging his neck. He sighs dreamily and lays his head back on the pillows. 

“You’re gonna put me to sleep” 

“Good. You really need to rest” You climb from his back and he misses you already. You help him turn over onto his back and put the covers over him. 

“Remember, I’ve got my phone on, so call me for anything and everything. Got it?”

“Got it” He waves his phone at you and you smile and head for the door. 

“Goodnight Eddie” 

“No goodnight kiss for me?” 

You stop in your tracks and try to ignore the chuckle under his breath. You turn around slowly and put your hands on your hips.

“I just feel like it would make me feel better”

He says it in the cutest voice with the most adorable pout on his lips and you just groan and stomp back over to the bed.

“You are the biggest, fattest, baby I’ve ever known in my entire life”

“Uh-huh” 

“And I cannot believe,” you lean down to kiss his forehead “That your ass is making me-“

He lifts his head just in time to connect with your lips, his hand comes flying down and keeps your lips against his because he knows damn well that you’re about to try and run from it. 

Damn, he’s good. 

His fingers wrap around your hair and tug gently and you sigh, softening every bit of rigid awkwardness and letting him kiss you. You place your hand on his chest and he grins and pulls you closer to him and onto his lap. 

You lean down and cup his face, moving your lips in sync with his and he pulls you down onto his chest to feel you against him again. He kisses you until you’re both breathless until he knows you won’t run away from him until he’s sure he’s gotten his “I’m really into you” point across. 

You both pull away panting and you flop over onto the bed next to him. You wait until you’ve got some of your senses back and turn your head to look at him. 

“Nurses shouldn’t have relationships with their patients” 

“It’s so sexy when they do though” 

“I should punch you in the knee for that move” 

“You should, but I don’t think you will.” 

He scoots closer and nuzzles his nose against yours and you smile and peck his lips. 

“You wanna sleep in here tonight?” 

He offers because he likes you, and it’s been a hot minute since he had that kind of company. He’s going to be thinking about a lot of baseball tonight. 

“Okay, on one condition” 

“Anything” 

“From now on? You let me take care of you without putting up a fight… and give you a sponge bath” 

“Oh god, fucking deal baby girl” 

[entitled-fangirl]

He may always be a demon from hell, but she still loves him.

Crowley x human!reader

Summary: The reader and Crowley discuss what she's reading. She says it reminds her of him, to which he panics.

Words: 1,784

Warnings: demon, heavy makeout session, angst, alcohol

Author's note: I don't own the character or the book mentioned in this! Eeeeek enjoy!

Masterlist <3

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Crowley looked up from the glass of bourbon in his hands as he sat in one of Aziraphale’s many chairs. There she sat across from him. The pretty little human.

Her legs were pulled up onto the couch, her body curled into itself as she held her book out in front of her to read.

She was quite pretty. He had always thought so. Of all his years on this earth, this one was by far the best he had seen. And her soul simply solidified it. Her mind, body, and soul were precious. 

She was entirely focused on her book, not noticing Crowley’s gaze. He took that to his advantage, his eyes scanning her entire frame before finally resting on her face. He opened his mouth to speak. He didn’t know what he was going to say, but he knew he would do anything to talk to her as much as he could in her lifetime.

“What are you reading, Flower?”

That was his name for her. Aziraphale was his angel, sure. And she seemed like an angel herself, the metaphorical kind, anyway. She was not like a real angel, which is annoying and dull. No, she wasn’t like that at all. He hadn’t read many books but knew how humans romanticized the term 'angel.' The innocence it carried in its title. 

No, no, no. She was his flower. He spend many days searching for the right name, but once he came up with that one, it stuck like glue. He loved plants. He loved plants so much. And he loved her. She was his flower.

Now, her head perked up to let her eyes meet his. She held his gaze, admiring the snake-like pupils the demon had. She seemed to snap out of it quickly, regaining her composure. “Oh, uh…,” her voice soft, “it’s the Phantom of the Opera. Have… Have you read it, Angel?”

His eyes closed. He loved it when she called him that. He was no angel by any means, but she used the term every chance she could the day she learned that he had once been so. She had two angels as far as she was concerned. And while one had a significantly more gothic wardrobe, she still considered him just the same.

He nods, “I was around when it was written and published. Hated it then.”

Her lips slowly pull into an amused smile. “And now?”

He shrugs, looking back into her eyes, “…Do YOU like it, Flower?”

A soft breath comes from her lungs, “…Not sure, but I believe so. Won’t say until I finish it. You know how it ends, Angel?”

He shakes his head, “Can’t say I do. Didn’t care enough to finish it.”

She finds that quite amusing. She pulls her legs closer to her to get comfortable, trying to keep herself warm. “Well, I’ll let you know when I’m done, yeah? If it’s good enough, will you try to read it again?”

“Tell me why you like it so much, Flower.”

She considers his words carefully, “I… perhaps see similarities in it… sometimes. You know?”

His eyes move back down to the liquor glass in his hand. He remained quiet, a silent sigh for her elaborate on her findings. 

“That was… stupid. I shouldn’t have said it. I’m… I’m sorry…”

He was much more intrigued than before. Sorry? For what? He wished sometimes he could just see what was going on in that funny little brain of hers. “No. Tell me.”

She knew that wasn’t a reassurance that he wasn’t annoyed. It was more of a demand. 

“I don’t know, Crowley…”

He grins, pulling the glass to his lips to take another sip.

“Tell me what you DO know, Flower.”

Her eyes wander around the room in thought. “I suppose I feel remorse for the Phantom…”

He hums.

“…and… everyone makes him out to be a horrid creature. A vile beast worth ending. And he believes it too about himself. That he’s awful and cruel. But they don’t know anything about him. Nothing. They even assume it’s a ghost sometimes…”

By now, he’s hooked on her words. Not that he cared for the plot much, but just her. She was beautiful like this, the sunlight from the windows behind her casting a light against her back, giving her body a glowing effect. 

“…anyways, this girl falls in love with him. And she finds out he’s just a man. He’s a man like anyone else. He’s not the vile thing everyone makes him out to be.”

He’s taking in every word.

Her voice drops to a low volume, “They call him a demon from hell.”

Crowley felt his jaw clench at her words. 

“…But, he’s not. Not at all. He’s just a man. A man who deserves much more than life handed him. He was no demon. He could’ve been an angel. He’s kind and fair. Honest and witty. He protects her with his life. And he’s loyal. He is quite admirable, honestly.”

She held this look. It was a loving look as she stared at Crowley. This time, he could read her like an open book. She was referencing him. That everyone believed Crowley was vile and cruel. But he was just like a man. 

“…You’re awfully quiet, Angel.”

That sold it for him. Angel. Her angel. His eyes closed, taking in a deep breath. 

He stood up quickly, setting his glass on the side table before approaching the sofa she occupied. She noticed, scooting over slightly to make room for him, but he didn’t sit. He kneeled in front of the couch, in front of her. 

If his eyes could produce tears, they’d be running. “Flower? You truly think that of me? That I’m just a man?”

She nods, her breath quickening at his proximity. 

He wanted to believe her. He truly did, but he couldn’t. He leaned in, making their faces inches apart. 

“You think all this and you haven’t finished the book?”

She nods again, her gaze staring to settle on his lips.

His hand reached forward, grabbing her face gently. His voice became a low growl, “And what if this angel truly is a demon from hell? Would the girl stop loving him, Flower?”

She isn’t sure what to say. She’s not sure who they’re even talking about at this point. Her gut told her to say one thing, but her head said another. And his grip on her face was not helping her focus.

“I.. I don’t think… love takes what they are into con… consideration when it chooses them…”

Satan, she was perfect. She always knew exactly what to say, the sneaky thing. It stilled his vessel’s heart, his eyes still drilling into hers. 

“And… will she truly listen to her heart?”

She nods. “She would be a fool not to, Angel.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. Here she was, sitting so pretty for him, her words causing a fire to erupt in his stomach. He leaned forward, pulling her face towards his. 

Their lips meet in a gentle kiss. It doesn’t last long because Crowley pulls away.

“Maybe you should finish the book before you make your conclusions, Flower. Perhaps he’ll always be that demon from hell.”

He stands, sliding his hands into his pockets with a sigh before exiting the bookshop.

…

Days pass and Crowley acts as if their interaction never happened. It broke her heart. Aziraphale couldn’t take the two ignoring each other and decided to fix it. 

He told Crowley to be at the bookshop at a certain time. But Aziraphale wouldn’t be there. No, this was to get the demon alone with her to talk again, as they had before. And that plan worked perfectly.

This time, however, she was placing books on the bookshelf when he entered. He walked in confidently, but the confidence soon fell as he saw her pretty face. 

“Oh. I… where’s Angel?”

She shrugs, “Haven’t seen him all day.”

Curse that blasted angel from his stupid plans that always work. 

Crowley sighs, “I’m sorry I ran out on you.”

Her eyes finally move to find his. “I finished the book.”

His shoulders dropped somewhat at her sudden change of subject, but he went along with it nonetheless. “…Well, Flower?”

Her fingers lightly played with the spine of the book she had in her hand. “He may always be the demon from hell, but she still loves him.”

He was so stupid to leave her. To abandon his sweet Christine like this. His little flower that was always in bloom. 

“Oh, Flower…”

He moved forward, immediately wrapping his arms around her. He pulled her in for a kiss.

This kiss was very much different from their first. Where the first was soft and hesitant, this one was heated and passionate, as if this was their only method of communication. And to Crowley, it was. He needed her to see just how much her words meant to him. How much he craved to feel her lips on his again. How he imagined her the nights before. 

Her hands move to him, the book in her hand long forgotten. One rested on his forearm, the other cradling his face. She kissed him back with as much reverence as he did. She needed him to know she didn’t care. She didn’t care about what he was. What he did. She needed him to know that she loved him.

She loved him.

His tongue darted out to swipe across her bottom lip. She left out a soft moan, paring her lips. His tongue gently began to explore her mouth, their bodies holding each other in fear that they could be ripped from each other at any moment. 

She gently pushed him away, needing to catch her breath. “Sorry… sorry, Angel.. just… just gotta breathe…”

He smiled, leaning down to kiss her jaw lightly, trailing the kisses up towards her ear before whispering softly, “‘If I am to be saved, it is because your love redeems me.’”

She let out a soft gasp, and her hand moved to the back of his neck, her fingers playing with his hair. “You… you know it?”

She could practically feel his smile against her neck, his voice vibrating the bones there, “Read it again after we talked…. All the way through this time…”

She was speechless at his words. He had went back and not only read the story for her, but then was able to quote it. She had never felt love radiate in a room until this very moment in time.

She pulled him back in for another sweet kiss.

He was no demon. To her, he was an angel. Her angel.

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[munsonsmixtapes]

hii can i request a hurt/comfort fic where viktor gets injured during one of his experiments and reader (gn) tends to his wounds, and generally takes care of him?

maybe theyre strong and muscular and carry vik when he's too injured to walk? and vik gets really upset, feels weak, so the reader comforts him, reassuring him that he's still strong?

cw: hurt/comfort

You sit in the lab with Viktor as he works on yet another experiment. It started out as just not wanting to leave him alone in case something went wrong, but you’ve grown to enjoy his company even though he’s a man of few words. You know he likes to listen to you talk so always come prepared with a topic that you’ve done a lot of research on so you can tell him about it as he works.

He’d never tell you, but he’s actually grown quite fond of you. He likes when you bring him his favorite drink or a book you think he might enjoy. He even likes when you carry him when his leg is acting up even when he claims that he doesn’t.

He says it makes him feel helpless but he secretly loves the way your arms wrap around him, how his head fits perfectly against your shoulder when he starts to feel weak and tired. It’s actually his favorite thing because in his arms, he knows he’s safe.

Even though he tries to hide it, you know exactly how Viktor feels about you. It’s clear in the way that he looks at you when he thinks you aren’t looking. The way Jayce says that he talks about you when you’re not around.

You’re more observant than he gives you credit for and you’re not sure why he tries so hard to deny his feelings. It doesn’t make him weak to have a crush. You’ve actually come so close to just telling him yourself, but you feel like you’re pushing the boundaries. Your friendship works so well and even though you’d love for him to be your boyfriend, you’re just not so sure that it’s in the cards.

He always claims that he doesn’t want anything romantic and even though it hurts every time he says it, you can’t help but understand. People don’t often get him the way that you and Jayce do and sometimes you actually kind of like that because you selfishly want him all to yourself.

Viktor’s at his desk, his back towards you as you read one of the books he was generous to let you borrow. He’s working on something for Hextech and won’t tell you what it is, not like you’d understand anyway. He’s using a screwdriver even though you both know he’s not supposed to since it’s easy for him to lose grip on things but Jayce isn’t there so what does it matter?

It doesn’t matter until you hear the screwdriver clatter to the floor and Viktor reaching for his cane to stand up, but you’re quick to scoop him up in your arms and carry him to the bathroom the second you spot blood oozing out of his hand.

You hold him up with one hand and use the other to help him rinse his hand in the sink in the bathroom that’s connected to the lab. Viktor should be upset by this, but he’s not, he’s eating it up, in fact. He wants to be close to you.

“I don’t need help,” he tells you as he turns off the water and shakes his hands off into the sink before turning-well, attempting to turn towards you but his leg gives out immediately. You’re quick to catch him as a laugh falls from your lips and he hates how pretty it sounds because it makes him fall even harder for you. Literally, apparently.

“Clearly you do. Now come on, Mr. Grumpy, let’s get you patched up.” You help him back into the lab and he rolls his eyes as you sit him on his desk, trying his best to seem annoyed when you turn away to grab the first aid kit you always keep on hand.

“I’m not grumpy,” he huffs. “I’m strong. I’m capable.” You know that to be true and are refraining from telling him that you do all of those things just to be close to him, but because you think he’s incapable.

He’s very strong and you don’t know why he would think he isn’t. Just because his leg doesn’t work properly and he has to walk with a cane doesn’t make him any less so. You tell him this all the time and you’re wondering when he’s finally going to believe you.

“No one said you weren’t, darling,” you reply and he’s glad your have your back still turned because his cheeks are burning at your term of endearment. “Now let me see that hand, baby.” He reluctantly flips his hand over and you take it in yours once you turn it around and press some gauze against it before wrapping it up like you’ve done so many times before because of all the fights you’ve been in.

“You’re strong,” you tell him and he scoffs. “You are,” you put your hand on your hips after you’ve finished tending to his wound. “I watched you carry all of that heavy equipment down the hall the other day with one arm. Not many people can do that. Maybe you’re not as physically strong as me or Jayce. But you make up for that in emotional strength.You’re so strong in that way, Viktor. A lot of people would just feel bad about themselves if they were in your condition, but not you. You’re so confident in yourself and love that about you. I-I love you.”

“You love me?” He knows he should be focusing on your compliments, but he can’t. Not when you’ve dropped a confession such as loving him onto him. It’s all he can think about.

“I do,” you reply and he’s quick to pull you to his chest, spreading his legs so you fit between them. “See?” You laugh. “You’re my big strong man. Now give me some sugar.” He’s smiling now, the first time you’ve ever seen it as his lips press against yours. Your arms wrap around his waist as his wrap around your neck.

It’s everything he could have ever asked for. Your lips are soft and sweet just like you and he’s sure that he could stay like this forever. And that’s exactly what he plans to do as long as you’ll let him.

[thenyoukeepliving]

The Five Love Languages: Stupid Rabbit Edition

A/N: I have a uni class called Social Skills Development and we were talking about relationships and the main love languages. Naturally, I spent almost the entire class thinking about how these would apply to the bnnuy rabt. Then I did the same in my next class… then I came home and turned those thoughts into whatever this is – instead of studying for my three upcoming exams.

I’m also writing this intro two days after completing the whole thing, when I’m also supposed to be studying. Am I going to pass any of these exams? Should I be making better choices? Will I ever succeed in anything in life like this? Do I even care? Let’s not find out! 

So anyway, enjoy! My academic achievements certainly won’t!

CW: none | asshole rabbit (affectionate) | prompts are NOT cohesive AT ALL | also I think I tend to write Jax a bit OOC so be aware of that I guess?

Word count: 1571 | Masterlist

Gift Giving

“Oh wow, a gift? From me? To you?” He smirks, handing you a tiny, glittery box. You open it to find... a single peanut.

“I got you a present.” He holds out a tiny piece of paper with ‘You Suck’ written on it.

“I found this and figured you’d like it.” Hands you one of Zooble's parts that he stole from them earlier.

“Here, I made this for you.” Gives you a poorly drawn doodle of you with “Dumbo” written above it. (It’s actually kinda cute.)

He tosses something at you without warning. You barely catch it, looking down to see... a single, slightly crumpled flower. “Eh, it was in my way.” He shrugs, avoiding eye contact.

“Pfft, no, I didn’t get that for you. It just appeared out of nowhere. Weird, huh?” He says after gifting you something genuinely nice but refusing to take credit for it.

Jax casually flips you a small, shiny bracelet. You realize it’s the one you lost a while ago in the circus during the gloink adventure. “Found it,” he says, walking off before you can react.

Words of Affirmation

“Wow, you suck at this.”

“Huh. Guess you’re not completely useless.” After you do something impressive.

You make a self-deprecating joke about yourself. Jax frowns, his ears slightly twitching. “Okay, no. I refuse to let you talk about yourself like that.”

You mess up something huge during an adventure, making everything more difficult for the whole group. Your face is flushing with embarrassment. Jax leans against the wall, barely suppressing a laugh. “Yikes. That was so bad I almost wanna be nice to you. Almost.”

“Ugghh, why do I even like you? Oh, right. Because you’re so great and cool and all that other annoying stuff.” Gives you the biggest side eye.

“No, no, no, don’t give up now! You’re my main source of entertainment!”

Quality Time

“Wow, alone time? In this economy?” (You've JUST sat down to do something on your own.)

Wordlessly follows you around for hours. When you finally ask why, he shrugs. “Dunno. Just seeing how long it takes for you to snap.”

OR you're reading a book on the couch. Jax is just sitting on the other end, staring at you like a creep. “So how long are you planning to do this?”

“What? You’re busy? Nah, c’mon, whatever it is can wait. I gotta show you something.”

You decide to take a walk by yourself to clear your head. After just two minutes, Jax appears beside you out of nowhere. “Did you really think I wouldn’t follow you?

You're trying to focus on something, but Jax keeps lingering over your shoulder and walking in circles around you like a clueless puppy. Finally, you snap and give him a groan. "What? We’re bonding. This is quality time."

BONUS, if somehow you'd have phones: He randomly yoinks your phone out of your hand while you're using it. “You’re welcome. It’s called being present, ever heard of it?”

Acts of Service

Steals your things so you “learn independence.”

Sneaks in your room and rearranges your stuff just because it "looked off." ((((based on this post of Jax's very organised room from @backtothedrawingboard hehe))))

You’re struggling to reach something on a high shelf. Jax smirks, grabs it easily, and then holds it just out of your reach. “Oh, you wanted this?”

“I technically helped you, so, y’know, you owe me now. And I'm definitely cashing that in later.”

"I’m practically doing all the work here. Just saying." (Does literally 1% of whatever it is that needs to be done.)

You’re carrying a bunch of stuff, struggling. Jax takes exactly one item from your arms. “There ya go. Better?”

Jax hands you something before you even ask for it.  “How’d you– ?” You blink.  “I pay attention. Sometimes.” He grins. 

Physical Touch

Flicks your forehead out of nowhere – “Just checkin’ if your brain’s still in there.” 

OR flicks your nose for no reason – “Dunno, just felt like it.”

Pokes your cheek repeatedly. “Just makin’ sure you’re real.” (None of you are.)

Ruffles your hair and immediately messes it up, making you groan his name in annoyance – “Nah, looks better like this.”

Casually throws an arm around your shoulders. “Look at us. Best buds.”

“Whoa, careful there.” After he stuck his foot out to trip you, but caught you last second.

Drags a single finger down your arm just to see you shiver. “Ticklish, huh?” (He's a 100% aware of this already.)

“Ughhh, standing is so hard.” Leans on you dramatically.

[mrypotter]

Hogwarts Express [H.P]

Harry James Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is right by Harry’s side providing comfort when the Dementor pays a visit. (Based on book)

Warnings: Dementor of course, mention of never being happy again, mention of murder and death, fainting, twitching? I think that’s it let me know if there’s any others!

Author’s Note: This is my first ever Harry story, he’s my favorite character in the series and I’m so glad I’m writing for him! Also, I know the poll results said 6th Year, but 3rd was a very close second and it’s fresh in my mind because I’m currently reading the book. Sorry!

Reader is nicknamed “Flower” sometimes so no use of Y/N

Masterlist

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Requests closed until further notice

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“I need to talk to you guys. Alone.” Harry muttered to his three friends, engine of the Hogwarts Express rumbling beneath them.

Ron looked eager to know, and turning to his red-headed sister, ordered “Go away Ginny.” as a way to politely ask her to leave. The sister replied with an eye roll and walked away.

“Let’s find an empty compartment.” Hermione suggested, stroking the hair ball of a cat in her arms as they soon made their way down the corridor. They didn’t seem to be having any luck with finding any one that wasn’t full except for one at the end of the train.

A man was sleeping by the window, soft snores escaping him. He was wearing torn up robes, grey streaks in his hair despite him looking youngish.

“Who do you think he is?” Ron asked.

“Professor R. J. Lupin.” The girl replied, reading his suitcase that was pealing, showing its age.

“How’d you know that?” Ron asked, searching her face with confusion written all over his. She pointed to the case, all three of them taking a look as they sat down.

“Wonder what he teaches.” Ron said, already looking down the corridor for any sign of the women walking around with snacks.

Hermonie rolled her eyes. “Isn’t it obvious? Defense Against the Dark Arts.”

“Well he looks like he’s in rough shape; one hex would take him out for sure.” Ron said, adjusting Scabbers in his robe pocket when his tail peeked out. “Anyway, what is it you wanted to tell us?” He said, turning to Harry.

The rest of them did the same, all paying attention to what the boy had to say.

Harry then explained what he overhead Mr. And Mrs. Weasley talking about, as well as what Mr. Weasley made him promise.

The girl’s eyebrows shot up, hand covering her mouth, mimicking Hermione’s reaction. Ron’s mouth was open.

“He escaped to come after you?” Hermiome said in disbelief from beside Ron. The girl seated next to Harry was still trying to register the information.

“Harry you have to be really careful.” The girl said, just about the same time as Hermione added, “Now don’t chase after trouble, Harry.”

Harry seemed slightly annoyed. “I don’t find trouble, Hermione. Trouble usually finds me.”

Ron scoffed at the two girls worries. “Plus, why would he go off and chase someone who wants to kill him?”

“True, but we have to be cautious.” Hermione advised.

“Who knows how he escaped.” Ron said, looking uncomfortable all of the sudden. “No one’s done it before, and he was under high security too.”

“But they will catch him, won’t they?” The girl said, trying to look at Ron and Hermione in assurance. “I mean, they’ve got Muggles looking for him-”

“What’s that noise?” Ron said, head swerving around as he tried to find the purpose. All of them did the same, the whistling noise getting irritating.

“Coming from your trunk, Harry.” Ron said, red head now dug in the luggage rack, hands snapping open the trunk as he brought out the reason for the noise.

“Oh! Is that a Sneakoscope?” The girl said, leaning forward so she could get a better look a the item.

“A very cheap one, mind you; went crazy when I attached it to my owl’s leg.” He said, shaking his head.

“Put it away,” Harry advises, eyes nervously glancing at the sleeping Professor. “It’ll wake him.”

Ron stuffed it in an old sock he found in Harry’s trunk which stopped the noise and snapped the trunk shut once he put it back.

“We got it in Hogsmeade.” Ron explained as he sat down. “The shop was full of all sorts of things. Fred and George told me about-”

“What’s it like there?” Hermione interrupted. “I heard it’s a place in Britain that doesn’t have any Muggles-”

“Sure it is,” Ron said hurriedly, being the one interrupting this time. “But that’s not why I want to go. I wanna go to Honeydukes!”

“What’s that?” The girl asked in wonder, curiosity shining in her eyes.

“It’s a shop that sells just sweets.” Ron gladly answered, sinking into his chair with a dreamlike expression on his face. “Like Pepper Imps that make you smoke at the mouth, or large sherbet balls that make you float a few inches off the ground when you suck on them.” Ron ended his sentence with a demonstration of the size of the sherbets, his hands making a giant circle to mimic their size.

“Oh I’m sure they’re much bigger than that.” The girl informed, holding up her own hands and trying to figure out how to make a bigger circle than Ron’s, just to get him riled up.

“No, mom told me they were like this.” He said, doing the same thing with his hands again.

“Yeah right! And I’m Volde-”

The sarcastic remark was interrupted when Hermione looked over at Harry curiously.

“Wouldn’t Hogsmeade be a fun place to walk around, Harry?” She asked.

Harry rolled his eyes, his arms were crossed and a small annoyed pout was on his lips. The girl couldn’t help but admire him despite his irritation, his green eyes twitching with annoyance.

“I’d like to know. Reckon you’d tell me all about it when you get back?”

The girl snapped out of it. “Why, can’t you come?”

Harry shook his head, untidy hair waving in the process. “No, Uncle Vernon didn’t sign my slip, and Fudge didn’t either.”

The girl slumped in her chair a little, bumped out being an understatement.

Ron looked mortified. “You can’t come? McGonagall or someone will grant you permission-”

Harry laughed disbelievingly, knowing all too well that the Professor mentioned was known to be quite strict.

“Or Fred and George will do something about it, one quick ask and they’ll sneak you right in.”

“Ron, no! Harry can’t be running around risking trouble when Black is wandering about!”

“But he’ll be with us, no one’s gonna-”

“Oh don’t speak rubbish, Ron. Black won’t hold back on attacking Harry just because we’re with him, he’s committed a murder in front of dozens of people.” The girl jumped in.

They’ve settled in a nice little stage of normal discussion while they enjoyed their snacks one the women came (apparently Ron avoided death because he claimed he was dying of starvation) and they ate contently until a certain Slytherin decided to show up to the door with his minions that too far behind him.

“Malfoy.” Harry scolded.

“Pottah.” Draco replied right back, scanning him with irritation in his eyes before turning to Ron. The girl nibbled on her lip on habit, knowing how short Ron’s temper was when Malfoy mentioned his family in any way.

“Heard your father finally got some hands on some gold, Weasley. What’d your mother do? Die of shock?”

Ron stood up abruptly, knocking over Hermione’s cat’s basket in the process.

The sleeping Professor snorted at the disturbance. Malfoy’s eyes snapped to the figure deep in slumber.

“Who’s that?” He asked, taking a cautious step back while pointing a skinny finger at the young man.

“New Professor.” Harry answered, standing up as well in case he needed to prevent Ron from lashing at the Slytherin. The girl, not knowing Harry’s purpose of standing up, misunderstood and thought he was gonna try to fight too, and her hands subconsciously went to the boy’s robes, holding tight just in case.

“You were saying, Malfoy?” Harry said, eyebrow raising in question. Malfoy scoffed, knowing he shouldn’t start something in front of a teacher, and whispered to his minions the plan to depart, and so they did.

The two boys sat down, the girl’s hands staying on Harry’s robes but not as tight; she felt safe knowing he was right there but thankfully the robes are big and Harry didn’t notice her grip.

“I’ve had enough of him making comments.” Ron snarled, face dark. “I’ve had it this year; one more comment on my family and I’ll get a hold his head and-”

Ron did something with his hands in the air, the motion not nice enough to explain.

The girl stiffed a laugh with Harry at the action. Hermione on the other hand wasn’t amused.

“Careful Ron. A Professor is right there!” She reminded, but the future Hogwarts teacher was still fast asleep.

Outside it started to rain, the droplets running down the window satisfyingly. The girl watched as the rain poured down and the sky became grey.

“It’s rough out there, I must tell you.” Ron complained, taking Scabbers at of his pocket but stuffed him right back in once Crookshanks gave a soft hiss.

The train gave a rattle, shaking slightly but hard enough to shake the girl into Harry, her cheek coming in contact with his shoulder.

She leaned back as soon as the force of the train was over, cheeks flushed.

“Sorry.” She mumbled embarrassed.

Harry gave a reassuring smile. “Quite alright.” He said, pushing his glasses up his nose since they fell down a little.

She turned back towards the window to hide her face, watching the rain hammer to the ground. (She would lean forward to get a closer look but the Professor was right there, still deep in sleep despite the practical storm occurring outside.)

All seemed well until the train started to slow, the rain becoming more visible as the thick drops landed to the ground.

“Great, we’re here. I’m starving and dying for the feast.” Ron said, getting up and stretching before looking outside.

“What? We can’t be there quite yet.” Hermione said confused, glancing at her watch.

“Then what’s happened?”

“Well don’t look at me, I don’t know.”

“Flower, let’s look outside.” Harry said, pointing to the door. She nodded, getting up on wobbly legs from sitting down for far too long and walking towards the door.

Both their heads peaked out the open door, many students copying them out of confusion.

The lights suddenly went out, leaving the whole train in darkness.

“Woah! What’s happened?” Ron’s voice said behind them, Harry and the girl still standing by the door.

“Don’t know…” Hermione mumbled.

Harry held onto the girl as they felt their way to their seats. “Do you think we broke down?”

“Don’t know.” Hermione repeated.

The previously open door burst open suddenly, someone making quite a loud entrance before they tripped on something and fell forward right on top of Harry.

“Hello, Neville.”

“Harry? That you?” The boy asked confused as the girl heard him getting up.

“Who’s there?” Ron asked the new voice, only for another one to arrive.

“Ginny? What are you doing here?”

“Looking for Ron-”

“Nevermind come sit.”

“Quiet!!” A third new voice broke out, the Professor finally waking. He lit a fire (in his hands?) and started to walk out the compartment to see what the trouble was.

But someone something arrived before Lupin could leave.

A creature of some sort stood covered in a black cloak from floor to ceiling. Whatever was hidden under the cloak sucked in a sharp breath, and that’s when it happened.

A cold chill came through the air, chilling them to the bone. The girl felt hallow, like every speck of life was sucked out and she felt a flick of sadness; like she’d never be happy again. The cold went beneath her skin and traveled to her chest. She shivered uncontrollably.

A hand appeared from under the cloak, shriveled and pale, only for it to go back under.

The girl reached for Harry subconsciously, seeking for comfort only to feel his body board stiff. She turned to him, eyes wide, watching as his once sparkling eyes behind his glasses roll back in an unpleasant way.

His body twitched as he fell to the floor and off his seat, back on the ground.

“Harry!” The girl yelled, worry brewing in her chest. She knelt down beside him, hand lightly slapping his pale cheek nervously as she brought his head to her lap. So many things were happening around her but she didn’t take the time to notice, for his didn’t care. All she really did notice was that the lights flickered back on again. But all she cared about at the moment was Harry and if he was okay.

His eyes fluttered open, looking at her then looking at all the people around him.

“W-what?” He croaked, neck leaning up and the girl helped him sit up, his back leaning against the seat he was previously sitting in.

“Are you okay, Harry?” She asked, anxiety bending her brows. Harry didn’t answer, swallowing thickly.

“What happened? What’s that- that thing?” He said, eyes scanning the room for an answer. “Someone was screaming, who was-”

“No one was screaming, Harry.” Ron said, his face startled but confused.

There was a moment of silence before they heard a snapping sound, and, swerving their heads in the direction of the noise, saw Lupin breaking chocolate into pieces.

“Eat it, it will help, I assure you.” He spoke, looking at them. “Dementors, am I right?” He said, but no one laughed. He cleared his throat. “Anyway, I’m going to talk to the driver.”

Lupin left, and the girl guided the chocolate to Harry’s lips once she helped him sit down.

“Eat Harry, he said it will make you feel better.” She said gently.

Harry took a nibble, and he visibly relaxed as warmth traveled from the tips of his hair to his toes.

Harry looked around then, rubbing his eyes. “I still don’t understand, what happened?”

The girl was half listening to what the person said as they explained what occurred, her hand going to Harry’s as she gripped his fingers. He looked over at her, lips turning into a soft grateful smile. She smiled back but halfway since she was still worried, and she reached up and fixed Harry’s glasses on his face since they were crooked. He gave her another smile, one better than the last.

@idkkkkk1111 @iambored24601 @amayaaaxx@brok3nlegs @capsicle115 @buttersuaa @ghostyluvsyou @thisismyacc11 @cvmtitss @bitchycheesecakecat @earlymorninglow @mariit @iambored24601

[dollesung]

dating the zerobaseone boys . . ?!

☆! ot8 x gn!reader. fluff. not requested.

a/n: i didn’t include yujin bc i’m not comfortable in writing about him in a romantic way, since we have quite an age gap. hope u guys understand.

% . . kim jiwoong

this guy’s the most protective boyfriend to exist ever

is big on physical touch as a love language

always have to have his hands on you

on your waist, holding your hand, even gripping your thigh sometimes??? this man istg

more under the cut.

loves taking you out in dates

is a big restaurant man

i feel like jiwoong likes “traditional” dating

like taking you out for dinner, paying for your meal, walking you back home

i mean you deserve the best treatment so

he’s also big on surprises

if he gave matthew a bouquet on his birthday, imagine what he would give YOU, his s/o

likes to listen to you talk

let’s you ramble about your day for hours

he doesn’t really mind it, even if you think you’re annoying him with your rants

his favorite past time is to listen to you so

can read you like a book as well

takes him 0.1 seconds to know if and when you’re upset

would always try to calm you down by holding you in his arms

hates seeing you cry too

he sees one tear fall from those pretty eyes and he’s already on his way to soothe you

“what’s wrong, are you okay? please don’t cry.”

overall he’s a big softie for ya

% . . zhang hao

zhanghao’s definitely the type of bf that just loves to annoy you

teases you to no end

he just loves to elicit reactions from u, i feel like

but really, he’s incredibly caring

won’t hesitate to pamper you at any given time

he even calls you his prince(ss)

especially when you get sick

boy!! this man is never gonna leave your side when you’re ill

always tries to make time for you as well

even if he’s super busy, he’ll clear his schedule somewhat

even if it’s just for 20 minutes

is big on updating you throughout the day

you’d receive texts from time to time, just zhanghao telling you about his day

“we’re on our way to the company” “gyuvin fell on the stairs and landed on his butt lol” “dw he’s fine”

calls you at the randomest hours of the day to check up on you

likes to make sure you both are aware of eo every day

because he’s afraid of you drifting apart

his favorite dates are the spontaneous ones

like eating in a diner at one random night or going out for a convenience store run at 2 am

will always be there for you

doesn’t matter what you need

a hug? a new bag? 15 million won? someone to help you hide the body?

he’s there to provide

% . . sung hanbin

hanbin is a bf and a mother combined into one

is never not coddling you

always makes sure you’re taking care of yourself

and if you aren’t, he will >:(((

big on words of affirmation!!

but i feel like he’s the type to try and hit all of the love languages as much as he can

but yours (and by proxy, his) favorite is words of affirmation

bc he never fails to praise you and tell you how proud he is of you

the first time he said reassured you, you cried like a baby

and he cradled you like one, too

is there to comfort you at the speed of lightning

whenever you tell him that you aren’t feeling well, his priority is to ensure that you feel better asap

makes sure that you’re prioritizing your health over everything

sends photos at random times of the day

“babe we’re in busan! wish u were with us rn :(“

the two of you aren’t big on going out

so date nights would be spent with just the two of you cuddling on the couch and watching a movie

although you end up falling asleep halfway through

he secretly loves it

takes photos of you when you’re asleep and sets it as his lockscreen

tries his best to make homecooked meals for you

but if not he’ll just end up ordering takeout for you

he just wants to make sure that you are always happy, healthy and fed

% . . seok matthew

now this man is the definition of a golden retriever bf

is the happiest when you guys are together

loves to take you out on dates!!

library and park dates are his favorites

just anything involving the two of you walking around together

is also a clingy baby

is immediately sad when you guys separate

spends most of his days thinking about what the two of you could do together

likes to listen to music with you

makes you lots of playlists to listen to

is also the type to facetime you for a period of time

when you’d be studying and he’d be practicing his vocals

likes to ask you for advice as well

he thinks you’re one of the smartest people he knows so, it makes sense

is fond of sending you photos of things he sees that reminds him of you

“babe look! this goat looks just like u ㅋㅋ“

teases you sometimes, but not as much

is also big on cuddling

boy if you guys sleep together.. good luck

expect this man to cling on to you so much

he’d almost be laying on top of you

likes to bury his face in your neck

this might sound weird, but he loves your scent so much

not your perfume, but your natural scent

it reminds him of home, almost

because at the end of the day, he always comes home to you

% . . kim taerae

another sunshine boyfriend

he’s just always so smiley when you’re around

likes to take buy you flowers and chocolates

you’d put one of the flowers behind your ear and he’d take a photo

later you’d see it as his lockscreen on literally every gadget that he has

likes singing to you

but also likes to hear you sing

even if you think that you aren’t good, he just likes your voice

sends you snippets of him singing whenever he can

is big on quality time and acts of service i think

whenever you go out on dates, expect this man to do everything for you

even if it’s just to tie your shoe or to ask for a napkin in a restaurant

you are a prince(ss) to him. period

likes playing with your fingers whenever you hold hands

he does it a lot, especially whenever he’s nervous

like before a performance

having your hand in his calms him down a lot

can also be a little protective of you

he’s okay with you wearing anything you want when you go out,

but expect him to wrap his arms around your waist whenever he notices someone staring at you outside

incredibly whiny when you won’t give him what he wants

“babyyyy, i need one more kiss, c’mon!”

i mean, who can resist this man???

% . . shen quanrui

make way for our young and rich tall and handsome charisma boss baby

this man is going to SPOIL you rotten

obvi buying you material things isn’t an issue

he’ll get you the most expensive things even when you complain

you need a new bag? he’ll get a louis vuitton. you need some clothes? there’s a chanel store near his place. you want some food? expect some gourmet takeout

he just wants to provide you the things you deserve, even if they are expensive

but ricky doesn’t just spoil you with material objects

he’s big on assurance as well

always making sure that the two of you don’t end up in any disagreements and misunderstandings

the thought of you worrying about him worries him

always asks your opinion on things, too

about his clothes, his singing, dancing, etc.

sometimes he uses that as a way to get you things

he’s send you a photo of a necklace one day and ask,

“baby, what do you think of this necklace?”

you’d say it’s pretty and boom, next day he’s bought it for you

if he’s big on giving you expensive gifts, he’s big on receiving handmade ones from you

he loves everything you make for him

handwritten letters, crotched stuff animals, everything

he keeps all of them in a box in his closet

and if you ever buy him any piece of clothing or jewelry

expect him to always be wearing it

because in a way, it makes him feel like he’s carrying you with him wherever he goes

% . . kim gyuvin

boy.. good luck

you just got yourself a bf and a baby all in one

i’m jk, but we all know gyuvin’s a (literal) giant baby

likes to be coddled by you most especially

acts just like a little kid when he’s with you

but that’s only because he feels comfortable being with you

loves to watch movies with you!

at home or at the cinema, doesn’t matter

buys you lots of snacks. like. tons

it’s his love language; to feed you

likes to go to fun little events with you, like music festivals or fiestas

this boy has a social battery as big as a truck, so prepare yourself

introduces you to his friends a lot

and invites you to their hang outs

you end up being a part of their friend group, almost

and everyone loves you because you take really good care of gyuvin

although you make sure not to mother him too much, sometimes you just can't help it

you end up buying him things he needs or calling him at noon to make sure he's eaten his lunch

in compensation, gyuvin likes to make sure that you are always happy

would be the type to say a random joke or to even embarrass himself in public just to see you smile

"babe, babe, what do you call a fake noodle? an im-pasta!!"

it gives you a headache sometimes but you genuinely love it about gyuvin

how he always prioritizes your happiness,

sometimes even above his own

% . . park gunwook

another giant baby, oh boy

but unlike gyuvin, gunwook doesn't require much care actually

you just give him few hugs and cuddles and he's good to go

requires a lot of attention from you. like. all the time

if you guys are separated expect to receive dozens of messages and facetime requests from this man

always wants to talk to you during his breaks or whenever he isn't busy

and he always has a story to tell you

he's a little clueless when it comes to dating, given how young he is

so most of your dates just end with either the two of you hanging out at home

or just a simple late night walk around town together

however, he does like shopping with you

he's not as "giving" as ricky, but he's definitely one to buy you a few expensive pieces here and there

especially if he sees a pretty bracelet or a nice pair of earrings

loves to surprise you with them

he's big on physical touch as a reward

it's his motivation

"ok so if i finish my chores i can cuddle with you? alright, got it"

boom he's washed the dishes and mopped the floor and cleaned his desk table all in under 20 minutes

physically relaxes whenever he's with you

like he'd be tense whenever he's out in public, always wary of everything he says and does

but when he's with you, it's like all of his worries wash away

he loves you so much

to him, you are his comfort

acehoons © 2023

[dex0s]

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓

MalereaderDOM!! X GojoSUB!!

“Oh come on just take me already! I’m already stretch!” Gojo begged.

This had been like the hundred time he asked you to fuck him and you would have already did it. It’s was he decided to be a brat when you guys went to the mall to go SHOPPING, not buy every candy that he saw. Sure that may not sound like a big deal but when this man doesn’t get what he wants this like an atom vs the sun. Not the best thing to happen in a mall.

You rolled your eyes and continued to read the book on your phone. “Ugh, why are you being so dramatic” he said while shoving his head Infront of your phone. After pushing his head away and give him a dead glare and continue the book. Gojo climbs over of you and walk out the door.

‘ Finally, he was staring to get annoying-, gojo walks back in (seductively I may add) with a white bikini. You know if you weren’t so mad at him you would be on him like a wild goose but you have to keep your act up even if you pants are starting to get hard.

“Daddy won’t you take this pretty pussy and shove your big dick in it~~” he climbed on the bed and stopped that your throbbing cock. Slowly he pulled the zipper down to gain access to your cock. “Hey! What are you doing!” You yelled due to still being upset. “I’m getting my lollipop sense I can’t get the candy at the mall”

Slowly he took your cock in his mouth and wave his ass in the air. He was taking your cock nice and slow and you both know neither of you like to go slow so you shove his head down on your cock then thrust up in his mouth.

“You like that d-don’t you bitch boy” as you continued to thrust in his mouth gojo is in pure happiness. He’s been waiting for this moment since you guys got home. After cumming in his mouth you pulled him up and turned him around on the bed. Usually you would check if gojo was pre-stretch because sometimes he would lie to get his way but since he pissed you off even more than before you shoved you cock in his pretty “pussy” as he calls it.

“You love it when daddy shoves his big cock in this pussy of your don’t you~ slut” not caring that you may have overstimulated. “~Ahh~mmhm~ I loveee~ daddy’s cock~” you can hardly understand what he’s saying due to his tongue sticking out of his mouth with his eyes rolled back.

After the 10th round you started to feel yourself about to cum. “Baby inside or outside” pounding in his ass/pussy and you hear a little voice said inside. So as the great man that you right you came right inside of your brat.

Slowly taking out your cock from his ass you can see your load spilling out his asshole on his thighs and the bedsheet. Throwing yourself in the bed hoping he is asleep so it can make you life easier when taking care of him but instead you find something else. On your back and bend down to your ear you hear gojo said. “You want to go for another round”.

[knight-dwx-09]

First Day As Developer

It was in the morning where Jaune was outside of his home.

Jaune: So… what should I do now to increase my level? I mean I can’t see my Level or experience like Ruby when I look through my stat

[Level and experience are only for the players Jaune had chosen]

Jaune: Then how do I grow stronger then if I can’t level up?

[The first way you can grow stronger is simply through training or fighting]

Jaune: I guess that make sense but I was expecting something interesting to become a hero… *murmur* you know, like consuming book for active and passive skills or items that boost my stat or grant me superpowers…

[Another way is by investing Point System into your stat. It could be seen below your stat menu]

Reading that, Jaune open his stat once again.

[System Point: 47]

Jaune: hmm… it say here I have 47 of it

[That is correct]

Jaune: And how do I use them?

[By pressing the stat you want to increase and press the up arrow or by thought of the stat you want to increase and the amount you want to it to increased]

Jaune then look at the stat, searching for the lowest one and it was his INT, something he wasn’t proud of, and add 1 point.

[INT: 5 -> 6]

[System Point: 47 -> 37]

Jaune: That took ten to increase just one… And I don’t think I get any smatter…

[While the difference between 1 point isn’t that different for Jaune to noticed. I assure you there’s a margin boost in your intelligence]

Jaune: Okay, I will trust you on that. Anyway, how do I get more of the system point?

[By slaying enemies or change the story]

Jaune: Story? What story are you talking about?

[System level is too low to provide the answer]

Jaune: Okay, that lines is getting super annoying to read. I guess I should go hunting a Grimm… now…

Jaune just stand there, Shaking a bit as the memories of him almost dying when he save his twin sister thank to a Beowolf.

[Are you certain on that Jaune? I detect an increase in your heartbeat and respiratory rate, Pupil dilation, and tremors. You are showing a signs of distress and fear]

Jaune: Y-yeah… I am fine… I mean what kind of a hero who is scared of fighting Grimm… Y-yup, I am not scared at all

[…]

Jaune: Dad is out patrolling around the village and mom is at home. And my sisters are just at home as well, studying or playing games, or visiting their friend’s home for a sleepover. And I already told them that I will out visiting a friend… They won’t be worried if I come home late… yeah, I can do this

[…]

Jaune: I-i… I can do this…

He tried to move, forcing his trembling legs to just take a single step forward to prove to himself, but his body didn’t listen to him as the sounds of heartbeat fill his ears.

Jaune: c-come o-on… what are yo-you doing? Isn’t this what you wanted? To be a h-hero? Then what are you so afraid of?

[Jaune… it’s alright to admit that you are afraid]

Jaune: No! I am not afraid!

[Yes you are]

Jaune: I’M NOT!

[It is fine to feel such a thing since it’s a normal thing to have, even heroes have their own fear]

Jaune: No they don’t! A hero should not have any fears at all when they fight Grimms or struggle to defeat them! They have to be brave and strong to protect people and make them feel save!… *head hung low and Whispered* I should have been more braver and stronger… maybe then… my family won’t be scared for me and believe in me…

He reminder himself once again of the scars on his back, how he stood there as the Beowolf slowly approaching Jeanne and only move at the last moment to save her. How he almost died and frightening his whole family because he was too weak to take care of himself.

[Jaune, this isn’t a fairly tale where the heroes can fight with their lives including everyone’s else at stakes without being anxious or scared. They are still a human in the end not matter how much they tried to hide it from everyone. Sometimes they are afraid, sad, angry, and happy… just like you]

Jaune:…

[Despite of your fear at the thought of fighting Grimm and know that you are too weak, you are willing to risk your life to be the hero for everyone around you. And that make you brave precisely because you are scared but still choosing to fight for their behalf, that is an admirable strength of a hero]

Jaune:…

[It doesn't matter if you have the power to defeat everyone or change the world. It won't do anything to protect everyone if you don't have the heart to do it. But to me, you already have it]

Jaune: Do you really believe in me? *Look up to the screen with hopeful gaze* You think I can become a hero as well?

[Absolutely]

His eyes widen at the words, couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His sisters, parents, even Jaune himself only have doubt on him even since he woke up after his encounter with a Grimm, but they didn’t. And it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t know how or what they are, cause “Luna” was the only one to put faith in him.

Jaune: …Thanks… *Smiling a bit* for the comforting words and believing in me…

[No problem, Jaune. After all, You are my Developer and it’s my purpose to aid you in anyway]

[Furthermore, Jaune have the system by his side to assist him to achieve the necessary strength to be a hero]

Jaune: Yeah… and I am grateful to have you… Luna…

[Luna?]

Jaune: oh, *embarrassed a bit* it’s a name I come up for you. Pretty sure Luna means the moon or something similar. I got it because I remember staring the moon when you first appeared… You don’t like the name?

[No]

[I appreciate the name you have given to me, Jaune]

Smiling a bit after reading that, Jaune look towards the woods with determination clear in his eyes until he realize something.

Jaune: Shoot, I don’t have any weapon on me. I guess I need to sneak back house quietly and grab a weapon or something *Walk away in embarrassment*

[Just a reminder]

[You are able to give a quest and the reward to the player anytime]

[In the case of the players fail to fulfill the condition of your guest, Jaune is able to provide them with a punishment]

[Warning: The reward will consumed the system point for the benefit of the player but it will generated system point whether they managed to complete it or not]

Jaune: Oh, almost forgot about Ruby, I wonder what kind of quest I should give to her

After a moment of standing there, considering what kind of stuff he could make this girl, named Ruby, do. Then an idea hit him as a mischievous smile tugs at his lip.

Jaune: Okay Luna, could you give this to Ruby as her first quest?

He doesn’t have to say it out loud for Luna to know what he was thinking.

[Understood]

[Giving the player “Ruby” a Quest]

Meanwhile

Ruby was on her bed, staring her stat profile with a pout.

Ruby: Stupid Dad… stupid Yang… I really did have blue screen in front of me…

[You have received a Quest]

Ruby: *sits up* Oh, my first quest! I wonder what it is?

[Quest: The Veggie Vanquisher]

[One must face their greatest adversaries and challenges to become a hero, including those lurking on their dinner plates, Vegetables. So go forth young hero! Prove your bravery and courage by consuming every last bit of it without any help]

[Objective: Eat a plate of veggie without anything else]

[Time: 02:59:55]

[Reward: +5 stat points]

[Punishment: If you fail to complete this noble quest, the system shall declare you… "The Tiny Veggie Villain!" For the next 24 hours, all system messages will refer to you as such. Additionally, your favorite “snacks” may mysteriously "disappear" until you redeem yourself!]

Ruby sat there, eyes unblinking and not moving an inch. Anyone who see her will probably think she was dead or frozen in time if not for the occasional rise and drop of her chest when she’s breathing.

Then a feminine voiced could be heard, shouting a bit.

Summer: Ruby! Breakfast is ready! Could you be nice girl and wake up your sister?

But Ruby didn’t answered.

Worried, Summer opened the door slowly and enter the room.

Summer: Ruby? Sweetie? *Kneel down* What’s wrong?

Ruby: *Hug her mother while sniffling a bit* The blue screen told me to eat my green… or it will take my cookies away from me…

Summer: Huh? *Looking around and see nothing* There, there sweetie. The blue screen won’t hurt or take your cookies away from you

However, Summer was extremely confused what was going on and remember what Tai had asked her yesterday.

Summer: Did I really put something into my own cookies without knowing?

[space-mermaid-writing]

Cuddles [Alpha!Loki / Omega!Reader]

Summary: Loki is surprised that you ask him for cuddles

Ko-fi | Masterlist | Word count: 0.9k

Author’s note: This is pure fluff

Cuddles

Loki has retired to the reading corner of the tower's library. It’s a slow day and he is minding his own business. People rarely linger in the library and that is one of the reasons why he likes this place.

So he is somewhat irritated when he notices a presence right next to the couch that won’t leave even after several minutes of ignoring. He looks up and over the top edge of his book.

You stand there watching him patiently with a blanket wrapped around you. When you see that you have his attention, you ask, “Uhm… are you open for cuddles?” Your voice is quiet, almost unsure. No wonder, since it’s the first time ever you’ve asked the alpha for this. Sure, you two are friendly with each other and as one of the few omegas of the team you’re probably closer to him than the others – except for his brother of course.

But fact is, Loki is a very private person and you respect that. So even to say that the both of you are friends may be a stretch. And you have never been touchy with him before. Until now…

Loki is certain that he misheard. Or maybe you think nobody else is available. Surely, you would prefer someone else! Therefore he helps you out by pointing out, “Rogers is upstairs watching a movie with the birdman.”

You just blink at him, not sure why he tells you this. “I know…?”

“… so, you don’t want to ask them?”

“I… no, I…” Suddenly uncertainty floods the air, while you take a step back. You feel rejected and decide to retreat, so you duck your head and mumble an apology. “Sorry, I’ll just go and-”

“No, wait,” Loki interrupts you, sitting up to reach out to you and stop you from leaving. He’s not used to being sought out for anything besides missions and the occasional polite invite for group activities.

But apparently you did know you have options and chose to come to him anyway. It is a surprise to him but not an unpleasant one.

You halfway turn you head back to him, ready to leave quickly at any point. Normally, you're very confident, but the few days before your heat have you always feel vulnerable, and asking the Asgardian out was out of your comfort zone. But you craved a calm presence like his. So you are waiting for his words.

Loki waits until you make eye contact. “I’m not opposed to cuddles if you want them.”

You scrunch your nose. While it’s not a rejection, you don't like the answer. “It’s okay to say ‘no’,” you tell him, a bit of your displeasure creeping into your voice. You’re annoyed about your own temper. “I don’t want to be in your way.”

“You won’t,” Loki reassures you with more emphasis and adds a soothing scent. “In fact I insist you stay here.” He pats on the cushion next to him on the couch.

Wary you glance from Loki to the space next to him and then right back to him. He seems honest enough, even though he is the god of lies. In the end the craving that brought you here in the first place wins and you tiptoe to him. The Asgardian lies back down and you arrange your body at his side.

Loki waits until you settle down, before raising his book to go back reading.

Cuddled to his side, you’re careful to still give him space which means that you keep your arms and legs carefully tucked close.

A few minutes go by but you’re not yet fully happy about it and you start wiggling and rearranging your blanket. You feel restless, readjusting several times and trying the new position for a few seconds before discarding it and turning again.

Loki lets you do your thing for a few minutes before he decides to step in. He puts his arm around you and pulls you even closer to him.

You inhale his scent that reminds you of fresh mint, parchment and maybe something else you can’t name yet. Closing your eyes you relax instantly. It also makes you stop fussing around and humming content.

You mumble into the fabric of Loki’s shirt, “Want some of my blanket?”

This time Loki does not hesitate to agree. He is proud that you consider him trustworthy enough to share something from your nest with him. “Yes, absolutely.”

Since his arm is still around you and he holds his book in his other one, he waits until you have arranged your blanket over him. His legs are too long and not completely covered, but he doesn't mind.

You’re completely happy to be surrounded by a mixture of his and your own scent. It’s perfect. Placing your head on his shoulder, your eyes drift to the book in his hands. It looks old and out of place with the almost parchment-like pages. You have never seen something like it before.

“What are you reading?”

“These are fairy tales from Vanaheim.”

That would explain it.

“Can you read it to me?” you ask him.

Loki paused. He is reluctant to turn down your request. “It’s not written in all-speak unfortunately. I’m not sure if I can translate it on the fly.”

“That’s fine. I just like hearing your voice.” You get a sniff of pleased alpha even though Loki tries not to show it too much. He starts reading out loud instead.

It’s a language you have never heard before, but it sounds pleasant. Although you’re pretty sure he could say anything and you would like the sound of it.

You close your eyes and concentrate on the alpha’s voice that you feel vibrating in his chest. You didn’t plan on falling asleep but you can’t help it. Slowly, your mind drifts off, purring happily.

You’re sure you only imagined the kiss gently pressed on top of your hair.

[smoothielenny]

I’ll do it

Ao’nung x Omatikaya!Fem!Avatar!reader

Summary: You left the cleaning to Ao’nung and he accidentally discovered your secret box.

Warning: heavy smut, characters are aged up(Ao’nung-27, Y/n-26), sex in human body

Note: pretend you don’t need the mask and breathe the same air.

Last warning: Heavy Smut, Don’t read if you can’t handle it.

Few years since you moved to Awa’atlu helping out the Metkayina after the battle, you found yourself being annoyed by the Chief’s son. Constantly bickering towards each other whether your out of your avatar body or in your avatar body. Since it his first time seeing a human of course he won’t miss the chance to taunt you and apparently only you. Eventually you both grew feelings towards another and it did bother the Tsahik knowing her son has a liking to a demon, but as far as she have seen, you were the opposite of what she think humans are, kind , loving, and caring . Also a doctor, though she can’t teach you (mostly your human form) about healing as a tsahik—in human form, at least you know some thing about medicine. And she then approved both of you.

Now you both are mated before Eywa and leading the clan after Tonowari’s retirement. Both of you living your lives not leaving each others side unless if necessary. Being with Ao’nung when he receives his tattoo, being with him when hunting, picking ingredients for medicine, dates, flying with tsurak, etc. Both of you love each other’s company.

Lately both of were receiving some questions about when you both will have a child. Though you both are at age of having a children, you weren’t ready to have one yet. Ao’nung seem to be confident being a father, but he never forced you to have a child and he understands that it is your body and your choice.

“Ma’nung, I’ll bring my (avatar) body back at the lab. I’ll come back with my human body for the time being.” You said. You stand up from your place and remove your jewelry off you and placed them in a wooden box.

“Is there something wrong with your body?” He walk closely to checking every part of your body.

You giggled from his touches, “No, It’s just Norm will add something to this body, like an upgrade.” He was confuse, but didn’t ask further.

“Anyway m, I need some help on the cleaning. I haven’t finished some of it so will you finish them while I’m at the lab?” You asked. He nodded and gave you a peck on a cheek.

“Alright, but don’t take too long. You know I won’t last without you near me.” He said whispering the last pat as he give a kiss on both of my hands. You smiled and nodded then left.

He looked at your boxes full of random things and sighed. He first took out some books out of the box. Recently he’s been learning english so he could also talk to the people in the lab—though some already knows how to speak Na’vi, but it doesn’t hurt learning your language.

He opened the book which is full of information about forest plants and its benefits using it for human medicine. Seeing these makes your husband proud, having a wife that is dedicated when it comes to medicine even now, it makes him smile. He continued to open more books and he opens a photo album where you were still in Earth receiving your PhD. It made him giggle seeing how different you look from before, glasses and all making you look like a nerd. He then placed the books on a new shelf that Ao’nung made which you requested.

It’s almost evening and finally done with cleaning your stuff. He plop himself on a hammock relaxing himself. He pout to himself, you still weren’t here and it made him feel lonely.

After a few seconds minutes he stand up. He plans to visit you in lab, he want to hold you now. He’s craving for your hugs and kisses. As he was about to leave he saw a small box laying beside the empty ones. He sighed to himself, he really thought he was done. He walked to it and open the box revealing a—

“Hey Ao’nung, I’m back—“ you saw him holding a vibrator on his hands.

“Oh, yawne. Welcome back. What is this—“ you quickly ran to him and grab the toy from him.

“Uh uhm, nothing. You don’t have to know about it.” You put the vibrator in the box.

“Why not? Is it that bad?” He tilted his head.

You you inhale and exhale slowly and slowly look at him, “it’s uhm a toy…for pleasure.” You whispered the last part. You look down not wanting to meet your husband’s eyes out of embarrassment. You should’ve have stowed it before Ao’nung sees it.

“Hmm…what kind of pleasure?” He asked. You could here that teasing tone from him. You bit your lips, cheeks warming up.

“S-sexual pleasure…” you look away and turn back. You heard him giggled. You could also feel him smirking at you. You felt his warm body getting close to you. He embraced you tightly and kiss your nape. His boy breath tingles your ear.

“How do you use it?” He whispered. Now your body is in full heat. Hearing his voice near your ear is enough to make you wet. He noticed that you weren’t moving at all so he placed you on a mat and pulled out another toy for you to play with.

“C’mon baby, show me.” He licks your ear making you shiver. The dildo he is holding us very tempting. Imagining him watching you while you use it somehow turns you on. You hesitantly grabbed it from him removing your clothes off. You rubbed the tip of the toy on your clit biting your lip from the small pleasure. Your mewls were ringing on Ao’nung’s ear. He couldn’t believe he is seeing his wife this lewd specially in your human form. You both rarely have sex when you’re in your human body and so seeing this was a treat to him.

After some few rubbing, you suddenly squirted from the pleasure. You dropped the toy beside you and relax your body on Ao’nung, “Damn baby, you came so fast from that?” He combed your hair with his fingers. You honestly comes easily and you just wanna end this embarrassing discovery that Ao’nung made. Well the favor wasn’t yours toningt.

“Hmm, what is this, (y/n).” He pulled out a leather leotard and a headband-bunny ears. You were really kinky. Seeing those items on Ao’nung’s hands you could die in embarrassment.

Before you came home, he saw another photo album. He wasn’t expecting his wife used to take a picture of herself naked. Even seeing pictures of you in a very kinky outfit—including the bunny outfit. Obviously he got hard seeing them and has a field day with it.

You refuse to see his face covering your whole frame with your hand. He could see how red you are right now. It was really a mistake leaving your things to him. All you could think is that you are a dumbass.

“It uhm… a bunny costume,” he was confused, “clothes.” You responded. He hummed.

“Will you wear it for me?” “Eh?”

•••

His sly smile made you blush. Seeing you in front of him wearing the lewdest thing, he could thank Eywa a million times. You haven’t worn the outfit for few years so obviously it was a bit tight and your curves are very visible. Though the zipper that uses to close couldn’t do it job from how much you got bigger.

“I think this is the only human invention I approve.” He fondles with your breast, bit your nape and licking it.

“Mmm…’Nung… too much.” You breathed heavily. His hands are big, it like he’s kneading a small dough. He starts rubbing your perky nipples biting his lips, it was tempting, he wants to suck it so bad.

“My baby bunny is adorable~” he cooed. Now that your nipples are red, he starts sucking them, licking, and biting. You covered your mouth refraining yourself to moan louder, but Ao’nung and caught them and cuffed your wrist which surprised you.

“H-how did you get—aah!.” He inserted one finger inside you and rub your g-spot. You kept moaning loudly tear and and drool are coming out because of pleasure. It’s been awhile when you received this type of pleasure from your husband because of your duties as a leader. Just with Ao’nung’s finger is enough to make you cum.

While distracted from the sensation, you felt a vibration inside you. You look down seeing Ao’nung on inserting a vibrating dildo inside you. Your voice became louder, tightening and loosening around the toy.

“Waah! Ma’nung, make it stop—mngh.” Your clit is already swollen from the toy’s vibration.

“But you look cute right now, I can’t miss this chance.” He licks your lips and kisses you. You melt from the kiss.

He finally took the toy off you. You sigh in relief, but then felt Ao’nung’s tongue licking your juices off you. He then unties his loincloth revealing a very hard dick pointing at your pussy. He teases your clit by rubbing his tip with it. You squirm around wanting his dick inside you, but nonetheless your husband didn’t give you want you wanted.

“Be patient, baby.” He put his shaft between your legs and starts thrusting slowly. You could see his dick going up and down from your thighs.

“Ahh~ Ma’nung, fuck me already!” You complained. His grin get wider seeing you so frustrated, oh how he loves to tease you.

“Alright alright baby girl.” He line up his tip to your entrance and slowly put it in. Since your in your human body, you could feel how large he is. With his big dick, he could easily reach your special spot.

You grip hard on his arms feeling euphoric from his movements. Your head is almost emptied only left with how much you feel good at this moment. Saying gibberish words, as your body feels warms from his dick. You kept moaning his name and telling him to be faster and rougher and he did as you said.

“Ao’nung! I’m close!” You yelled. He then went faster with his thrust sucking your nipples. Finally both of you released together. He pulled out his dick releasing the cum inside you.

“W-we should clean up.” You sat up, but you were stopped by Ao’nung pinning you down.

“Who said we’re done?” He gave you a playful smirk. You gulped from his words, it gonna be a long night.