#don't catch a cold bubs :((

[citruswriter]

Mine First

Listen with me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

Warnings: Soft yandere themes, possessiveness, dubcon, size kink (if you squint), biting, marking, clawing, bloodplay (???), creampie.

Monstertober/Yantober Prompts: Marking The Territory/Love At First Sight

Pairings: Male Werecat Monster x Fem Reader

He knew he loved you the moment he saw you. It was cold and raining the night he saw you. You came up to him without fear, your voice soft and compelling as you made sure he was ok. He was wary of you at first but you were so pretty, how could he resist you? It wasn't long before you were picking him up and placing him in your raincoat, his meos of protest quickly being silenced with a gentle scratch behind his furry black ear. Of course you were completely clueless as to his true nature.

If you did, he highly doubted you'd be so open to changing in front of him or so comfortable with him in the room as you had late nights with yourself and your fingers, drawing those pretty whimpers and sighs from your throat while he stayed curled up on the chair in the corner of your room, tail twitching as he watched you. He'd be lying if he said he simply enjoyed being your pet.

You spoiled him to no end. The best wet food, a beautiful custom collar, and all the toys he could ask for but he wanted more. Wanted to kiss you, to run his fingers through your hair, wanted to pin you under him while you cried out as he pumped in and out of you with his large co- "Buddy you with me?" You cooed sweetly as you waved your hand in front of his face.

He snapped to attention, ears twitching as he looked up at your pretty face and meowed. You laugh softly as he got up and stretched before moving over to you to sniff at you face and rub his cheek on yours. "Awwwww. I love you too, buddy." You cooed, letting him rub on your face before kissing his furry forehead as he purred out, jumping from his spot on the cat tree and following you.

"I need your opinion for something, bubs." You say softly, walking to your room and fluffing up his favorite pillow. "I got a date tonight and need help with an outfit. I wanna look nice for him." You say softly and he let out a low growl. A date? With another man? He felt a wave of possessiveness come over him and looked up at you. Your eyes were wide at hearing him growl, after all, he had never growled before.

"Buddy what was that?" You asked in an almost concerned tone. "I know you don't like it when I'm away but I really want a boyfriend." You coo sweetly, trying to soothe him, your hand moving to pet him. He growled again and your eyes widened once more. You were his, why couldn't you understand this? Right... because he was a cat. Well... maybe it was time to put an end to that...

You turned away for a moment to dig through your closet, wandering what the ever living fuck was going on with your cat when the light cut off. You instantly froze, breath catching in your throat. Something told you not to move. That you were very much in danger right now.

Your lovely companion had no problem moving around as he stalked to you though. Had no problem spinning you around and pinning you to the wall. Had no problem clamping a hand over your mouth as he glared down at you. "Relax. It's just me. Your loyal kitty companion." He cooed out and you looked at him as your eyes slowly adjusted to the dark. You knew monsters existed. They had been a part of society for a awhile now. You just had never expected your fucking cat to be one.

You looked up at the man towering over you, taking in his features the best you could with your limited night vision. Slowly, he drew his hand away and you greedily sucked in air. "You're... my cat?" You asked softly and the man chuckled with amusment. It was an attractive sound. It sounded nice. "That's right, princess." He replied and you narrowed your eyes at him. And why exactly are you only revealing yourself now?" You asked and he gave you a fanged smile. "Oh I thought it was obvious. To keep you from going on that date. See, you're mine, darling." He said, his tone slowly turning to a growl. Your eyes widened and you scoffed. "Is this why you're being so pissy?" You hiss back and he growled.

Before you knew what was going on, his large hands found your thighs and hoisted you up, pinning you to the wall as he rubbed his cheek against yours. You gasp out as his lips found your neck, nipping and marking you. Marking you as his. His love. His pretty girl. His mate.

Your hands find his chest, whimpering softly as you weakly push against him with little luck. You mewled out as he found your sweet spot, his fangs sinking into the spot and marking you. You shriek as you felt the skin split open as he placed a mating mark on you. You do your best to take deep breaths as you sobbed out. To not focus on the pain. He pulled back after a bit to lap at the wound, his tongue rasped like a cats as he looks at his work with pride.

"Mine." He growled out before crashing his lips against yours. You whimper and kiss him back, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging gently. He was your kitty after all, and you loved him to death. Maybe you should give him a chance?

Your thoughts are interrupted as he carries you to your bed and tosses you on it. You yelp as you land, him crawling on top of you only seconds later, kissing up your body in an almost worshipful way. His hands slip under your top and take it off, fingers reaching up to easily snap your bra off and toss it off as well.

Hands found your breasts and he began to knead the flesh tenderly, purring softly as he did so. "So soft..." He murmurs out, nuzzling into your neck like a kitten. You would have found it amusing if you didn't feel him press his hard member in between your legs, grinding it into you and making you gasp out.

Claws find your shorts and panties and they're unfortunately ripped to shreds. You move to protest, to scold him, but his fingers circle your clit in an oh so marvelous way and your mind immediately goes blank, head falling back as you moan out. You let out a strangled "f-uck" as his fingers pick up the pace, pressing against your pearl harder as he continues rubbing your clit. He wanted you breathless, wanted you needy and wet for him.

He couldn't keep himself from attacking your exposed flesh while he did this. Marking anywhere he could reach with dark hickies as he rubbed your clit. You keen out under him as he brings you closer and closer to an orgasm. He can tell your close with the way your thighs start to quiver and how your back starts to arch. He keeps going until he has you cumming on his fingers, your body trembling as you cry out and cum.

He gives you a moment to breath and ground yourself in reality before he's manhandling you into a new position, flipping you over onto your stomach and bringing your hips up. "I'm not done with you yet, darling." He purrs out, claws digging into your hips in a way that would surely leave a mark as he slams inside you and immediately sets a brutal pace in you.

You cry out as he fucks into you, moaning and crying out as he quickly finds your g-spot and abuses it. You feel claws scratch at your back, leaving bleeding welts on your skin and he fucks you stupid on your own bed.

You shake as you feel his fingers in your poor clit again. "Come on baby. One more. Needa feel you cum on my cock, darling." He pleads softly as he fucks into you harder. You cry out as he effortlessly brings you over the edge again, your walls fluttering around him and driving him over the edge,

He bites into your shoulder as he cums in you, your walls still fluttering and milking him for everything he's got as he empties himself in you. "Mine." He says again, bust his voice is much more softer, much more loving as he licks at the wounds he had left on you during the intense session. You shake as he pulls out and falls on the bed next to you.

"Guess I'll have to cancel that date." You say shakily as he draws you in closer, purring as you run your fingers through his hair, his tongue still lapping at the pretty marks he left on your body. His arms encircled around you, pulling you closer and trailing his fingers over your flesh, lulling you to sleep in his arms.

Lowkey love soft yanderes and receptive darlings so you guys get to have 💞this💞 masterpiece. Love me. I poured my heart into it. Kind of hate the ending tho.

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[streetlamp-amber]

the common cold

batfamily x batmom!reader

word count: 2.7k | divider by @saradika | requests are open!

REQUEST: “hi I love your writing so much. You can totally ignore this but id like to request batmom/batfam where maybe Dick and Jason get sick and batmom takes care of them and then she gets sick and Bruce has to take care of her this can be before or after the baby is born. And b obviously doesn't want to get sick so he wears a mask and gloves when he has to be around her.” NOTES: this is set less than a year after first kicks but you don’t need to read it first to read this one. also this is your reminder that the covid pandemic is not over and to please start wearing a mask again in public spaces to protect yourself and others from catching a very disabling and very deadly virus!!

It all started in Dick’s classroom.

It also didn’t help that a common cold was not considered serious enough for the kids to miss out on school. So, naturally, the virus spread through the students and Dick ended up bringing it back home to the Manor. It didn’t take more than two days for Jason to catch it too.

You refused to send your boys off to school no matter what the rules were. You were still on maternity leave – being Bruce Wayne’s wife had many perks, one of them being a one year long maternity leave with no complaints from your boss and the guarantee that you would have your job back once it’s over – so you spent the entirety of your days nursing your boys back to health. Your four month old baby girl Alice had been moved to Alfred’s wing where he was taking great care of her until the virus was no longer a threat. Bruce, ever so protective of those he loves most, didn’t want to risk the two most vulnerable people in the house to catch the boys’ cold and so you reluctantly agreed that, for the time being, it was better to have your baby quarantined away from you. You still made sure to visit the two every day, once you had showered and changed your clothes, but you couldn't wait for this to be over and have your baby back in your wing of the Manor.

Dick and Jason were two different people when sick. Where your oldest had no problem with remaining in bed, doing nothing but reading or watching television series on the iPad, the other one absolutely hated being confined to his room and being forced to rest.

“But Ma! I’m fine-d!” Jason nasally cried out exasperatedly, all dressed up for school and with his backpack hoisted on his shoulders.

You tried your hardest not to chuckle at the fact this was straight out of an episode of Friends. “When you put a ‘d’ at the end of ‘fine’, you're not fine,” you told your son, leaning on his doorway with your arms crossed over your chest.

“But staying in bed is sooo boring!” He continued complaining. He would've said more but a series of cute little sneezes interrupted him.

“You know, kids usually would kill to have days off from school and here you are, actually wanting to go back to school,” you laughed as you walked in his bedroom and sat down at the foot of his bed.

“I’m missing the big dodgeball tournament,” Jason pouted, crossing his small arms over his chest.

“I’m sorry Jaybird, but you’re in no shape to play dodgeball,” you told him, moving his dark hair away from his forehead and putting the back of your hand against it. “At least you don't seem to have a fever, which is better than your brother.”

Jason deepened his little pout on his lips and you sighed. “Tell you what, I’m gonna go check on Dick and then you and I can play board games once you’re back in bed and dressed in clean pajamas, how's that sound?” You suggested, hoping to lift his mood a little bit.

He reluctantly nodded his head and that was a good enough answer for you.

You left his room and went across the hall to Dick’s bedroom. “Hey bubs, how are you feeling?” You asked him from the door.

Dick looked over at you with his glazed eyes from his iPad and lifted his right arm, making a thumbs up but lowering his hand so that the thumb was laying horizontally in the air, halfway up and halfway down. A pitiful sigh blew out of your lips as you walked in his room and you sat next to where his body was curled in his bed to check his temperature. You handed him the thermometer from his bedside drawer and after holding the stick under his tongue for a few seconds, he gave it back to you.

“Well at least your fever has gone down a little,” you told him as you put back the device on the bedside drawer. “Keep on resting and continue drinking lots of water, I’ll be in Jay’s room trying to keep him occupied until lunch so knock on the wall if you need anything and I’ll be able to hear you,” you said while softly running your fingers in his hair, making him close his eyes as he appreciated the soothing feeling.

“Thanks Mom,” he groggily said and pressed play on whatever show he was watching on his iPad to pass time.

It wasn’t until a week later that the boys had fought off the cold and were good to go back to school, much to your contentment. You loved them with all of your heart, but you missed having your baby girl around you.

You woke up on Saturday, feeling off. You had a pounding headache, your throat was scratchy and your nose was clogged. “No. No, no, no,” you whined nasally. It was established yesterday that Dick and Jason were no longer sick, Alice was supposed to come back in your side of the manor today, but it looked like you had caught the boys’ virus.

A soft knock at your bedroom door drew you out of your sorrow. It wasn’t until your husband, still in his pajamas and holding your daughter in his arms, that you realised his side of the bed was unoccupied. “Someone couldn’t wait to see her Mommy,” he sang, wiggling Alice around in slow movements and making her giggle loudly.

Expecting you to smile and hold out your arms for the baby, Bruce was surprised that you burst out in tears instead.

“Don’t come closer, I caught the boys’ cold,” you hurriedly said before he walked further in your bedroom. You grabbed a tissue from your bedside table and dried your tears then blew your nose.

Bruce’s face morphed into a sad frown. “I’m sorry sweetheart. You just stay in bed, I’ll bring this missy back to Alfred and I’ll take care of you,” your husband told you, taking control of the situation like he so easily did as Batman.

You nodded your head and more tears fell out of your eyes as Bruce left with Alice. You just wanted your daughter by your side and it pained you that not only were you gonna be separated from her for longer, but this time you could not go see her throughout the day like you did for the week prior.

About five minutes later, Bruce was opening the door to your shared bedroom again, this time with an N95 mask wrapped around his head and latex gloves on his hands. Your eyes were round with surprise when Dick and Jason followed behind him, KN95 masks on their faces as they weren’t big fans of the head strap.

“What are you two doing here?” You asked your sons before a short coughing fit rattled you.

“Dad told us you’re sick and we want to help him take care of you like you took care of us,” Dick answered as he stopped next to Bruce at your bedside while Jason climbed on the bed and sat crossed legs next to you.

Tears blurred your vision once again and you grabbed both of your boys’ hands. You wanted to hug them and press kisses all over their heads, to shower them with all the love and affection you held for them, but you settled for hand holding to not reinfect them. “I’m so lucky to have the sweetest, most caring boys in all of Gotham,” you told them, your emotions bleeding through your voice.

Jason couldn’t help himself and hugged you with his small arms wrapped around your middle, nuzzling his head to your body. “Don’t cry Ma,” he said and it took everything in you not to sob at the sound of his small voice.

Jason was a Mama’s boy through and through. You were the first person he warmed up to when he joined your family, you were the only one he listened to whenever he was having a tantrum, you were the one he would wake up in the night to soothe him after he had a nightmare. He hated to see you in pain, he hated being away from you (the thirty hours you spent in labour were Alfred’s thirty longest hours of his life, even as Dick tried to help him entertain Jason while they waited for you at home) and he would burn down anyone who dared make you cry.

“Alright boys, let's give Mom some room so I can get a few tests done and make sure it’s nothing too serious,” Bruce gently ordered your sons, who complied without protest.

“Bruce, it’s just a cold,” you whined at your overprotective husband. “I didn’t protect myself while taking care of the boys and caught their bug, it’s nothing serious.”

“Like you always tell me darling, mieux vaut prévenir que guérir,” Bruce replied and you grumpily huffed, knowing he was right.

“What does that mean?” Jason asked curiously. It fascinated him that both you and Bruce could speak more than just English and he was oh so eager to learn all the languages you spoke.

“It's the french equivalent of better safe than sorry,” your husband explained as he got out a thermometer from the medical bag he brought with him from the Batcave.

Bruce got to work, running down a series of few tests to make sure you really only had a cold, as your sons observed him. You then came to a realisation that made you chuckle, prompting all three boys to look at you with interrogation points in their eyes.

“It’s just funny how, usually, I’m the one with the medical bag, cleaning your bruises and stitching you up after patrol,” you explained and you saw the corners of Bruce’s eyes narrow, knowing there was a small smile behind his N95 mask.

“Well, it's good to get out of the routine every once in a while,” he said as he started putting away all the material he had gotten out of the medical bag, “but let’s not make this a habit.”

You scoffed, or more like managed to scoff as a coughing fit took over your body at the same time. “That’s rich coming from the guy I’ve been stitching up every night for the last ten years.”

Bruce glared at you, unamused by your comment, as the boys giggled behind their masks.

“Mom might be sick but she’s sound enough to still be sassy to Dad,” Dick remarked to his brother.

Your husband rolled his eyes, exasperated, and decided to ignore what had just happened. “You’ve only got a cold, so just drink–”

“Drink lots of water, keep myself warm, chicken broth, chicken broth, chicken broth,” you interrupted him. “I know what to do Bruce, I’m a mother who spent the last week taking care of her sick kids,” you told him, slightly annoyed.

“Except that now I don’t want you to do anything. I’m the one taking care of you darling,” Bruce softly said, not affected by your mood. “I’m gonna go start a pot of chicken broth. Boys, help your mother get comfortable and stack some pillows behind her,” he ordered around your sons as he slipped out of your bedroom, medical bag in hand.

You stayed silent and unmoving for a few seconds, waiting for the creak of the second stair from the top (that you refused to get fixed) under Bruce’s weight, to spring into action. “Dick, I need you to go to Alfred’s wing and ask him to make some chicken broth,” you quickly whispered, making your now thirteen year old pause in his action of retrieving some pillows for you. “I love your dad, but that man can not cook. At all,” you explained. “So I need you to go wash yourself quickly, change your clothes, run to Alfred’s wing and ask him to make some chicken broth that you will bring to me incognito. Capiche?”

Dick nodded his head, taking your request as seriously as a Robin mission.

“Oh and while you’re over there, play a little with your sister, make sure she hasn’t forgotten who you are,” you tried to joke although your heart twisted a little. You really hated flu season and you hated being separated from your daughter even more.

“Don’t worry Mom, I was already planning to,” Dick told you, the corner of his blue eyes narrowing as he smiled behind his mask. “We’ll even facetime you so you can talk to her,” he added as he opened the door.

Your eyes filled with tears, you hadn’t even thought of doing that in the first place. “Thank you bubs,” you smiled tearily at him before he left the room.

“Mama, do you want me to put some of the sticky cream on your chest?” Jason asked you when he judged the stack of pillows behind you was good enough.

“The VapoRub?” You clarified and your son nodded his head. “Yeah, it’ll help clear my airways. Do you know where it is?”

Jason shook his head ‘no’ so you instructed him which drawer in the bathroom he needed to rummage through to find the little jar and he left your room with determination to complete his own mission.

Now that you were alone, you laid down a little lower under the duvet, leaning your head back on the mountain of pillows behind you as you let out an exhausted sigh. You just hoped to get through this cold as fast as possible.

To your surprise, Bruce walking back in your shared bedroom interrupted your little moment.

“Oh darling, don’t cry. What is it?” He asked you in a coo as he came to sit next to you on the edge of the mattress. 

“I’m not crying,” you quickly denied even though you knew your eyes were filled with unshed tears.

“But you were about to,” he countered and you couldn’t argue with that. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be making chicken broth?” You avoided his question with one of your own.

“Saw Dick in fresh new clothes walking in the direction of Alfred’s wing,” he explained, “and you and I both know cooking is not my forte,” he finished with a light joke.

“It’s the thought that matters, honey,” you placed your hand over his that rested on your bed, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.

“Yeah but now I’m feeling pretty useless,” Bruce sighed out, staring at your hands.

“Well, you can make yourself useful by checking in on Jason who was supposed to be back with the jar of VapoRub by now,” you said.

“That’s because you keep one billion things in those drawers,” he chuckled and you hit his shoulder with a soft punch.

“Mieux vaut prévenir que guérir,” you argued, repeating what he told you earlier.

Bruce shook his head from left to right. “Alright, I’ll go check on our little bird,” he said and stood up. “Anything else you want me to bring?” He asked you as he neared the door.

“A cup of the Cold 911 tea blend please and thank you,” you answered while reaching for a tissue to blow your nose with.

“A warm cup of tea for my sick wife, coming right up,” he confirmed and disappeared in the hallway, leaving the door slightly ajar.

��When you say it like that, it sounds like I’m terminally ill!” You retorted loud enough for him to hear you, judging by Bruce’s laugh that echoed along the wood panelled walls of the second floor.

You ended up being sick for no more than three days, much to your enjoyment and relief, and spent the next two weeks glued to your daughter Alice, refusing to let her go after spending that much time away from her. Alfred loved to joke about your boys’ love being the secret remedy to your speedy recovery, and he wasn’t entirely wrong when he said that, but Bruce staying at home for those three days to take care of you, even taking a break from his Batman patrols to be by your side at night, was the mystery ingredient to cure your common cold.

[lex-the-flex]

Better in Yellow

WorstLogan! Howlett x reader

Summary: Returning from a taxing mission, Logan is ready to relax with you, but first, you’ve got to see your man in the iconic yellow suit.

Word Count: 703

Warning(s): None! Just pure fluff and flirting!

A/N: Hello all, I'm back after a short break! I've been thinking about this idea for the past couple of days and I need more Logan fluff in my life. Feedback is appreciated and enjoy!

The fresh scent of lemons and sugar overtake the large gardens attached to the vine-covered brick mansion. Rays of sunlight stretch through the tall trees, allowing every square inch of the green nature to feel alive.

Lightly scrubbing a large batch of lemons in a stone sink built into the wall, the cold water feels refreshing on your hands. Gently wiping the thin layer of sweat off your face, you quietly hum to yourself.

“I found some wild lavender growing in the far corner.” Rogue announces to you.

Turning around from the stone sink, a bright smile overtakes your lips.

“I didn’t even know we had that here. I wonder how many other herbs Storm and Scott have locked away in a cabinet somewhere.” You reply.

Quickly drying off the fruit, you return to the picnic table where Rogue has occupied herself with cleaning and cutting the lavender. Carefully peeling and chopping the fresh lemons, the faint sound of the Blackbird fills the air, signaling that the crew were home. Bouncing on her toes, you can tell how eager Rogue is to see Bobby, so you give her a reassuring nod.

Bolting from her spot at the table, runs through the courtyard and in between the perfectly trimmed hedges. Smiling after her, you happily return to your task.

"I see you found my secret stash." Scott teases.

Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, you can't help but laugh.

"Oh come on! It's not like you were using it anyway. But you can thank Rouge for finding it. She's got quite the eye." You reply.

Adding some ingredients to the glass pitcher, Rogue returns with Bobby and the rest of the gang.

"Speaking of having an eye, maybe don't mention the new uniforms to your beloved Wolverine. It was like pulling teeth with him just to wear these damn things. He's still a little sensitive." Scott explains, grabbing a glass.

"Who's still a little sensitive?" Storm asks, placing her hands on her hips.

"Oh you know, the moody and broody Logan over there. Besides, the mission was a little rough." Jean teases, blindly aiming her thumb behind her.

"Or rather: Logan was a little rough." Scott interjects.

"Guys, you all look absolutely amazing. Regardless of how eye-catching the suits are, they still prove who we are." You state.

Pouring everyone a glass of the lemonade, the crew slowly depart from the picnic table, and you sit on the wooden surface. In the meantime, Logan slowly and surely makes his way over to you.

"Heya darlin'." Logan says.

Joining you at the table, he leans against the edge, and finally focuses on you. Taking in his tired features, the sight of Logan's light hazel eyes bring a sense of peace to your chest.

"Hi, Lo." You reply.

Silently smiling at you, Logan leans toward you, pressing a loving kiss to your lips.

"I've missed you, bub. I wish you were on the mission with you. We really could've used you. Besides, these suits didn't help either. They already need to be repaired." Logan admits.

Briefly turning around, Logan lets you examine a few slashes and dents caused by bullet holes. Running your fingers over the ridges in the damaged fabric, Logan turns back around to face you.

Carefully placing his hands on either side of your hips, you calmly stroke his cheeks. Feeling a little pit of disappointment rise in the pit of his stomach, Logan tries to open his mouth to speak his mind, but you place a finger on his lips.

"I know what you're going to say and you don't need too. While the mission didn't go the way you wanted, at least you all tried. You tried, Logan. And that's what matters. Even if yellow might secretly be your color and you look pretty damn sexy in it." You clarify, not letting go of Logan.

Earning a rare full smile from Logan, he kindly laughs at your joke. Suddenly, the heavy weight of the mission gradually leaves Logan's chest just as he leans his forehead against your own. Embracing the moment, a great wave of tranquility consumes Logan in the best way possible, as long as you are by his side.

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[lostinlovingrevery]

Logan and his... "Quirks"

Everyone is a lil weird. Logan is no exception

Some nsfw headcanons below the cut, it gets weird yall. some are tame. the rest are questionable. You're gonna ask me why i was thinking about it. you don't want to know

he CANNOT sit farthest away from the door. he has to be between the door and you. yknow in case of threats

feel like he would hate microwaves. idk why, i think he would extremely distrust the idea of food being heat up by radiation (Even if it wouldn't affect him?). he cooks everything by hand.

Don't let him catch you heating your food by microwave. He'll get pissy. then he'll make your food by scratch

uses phrases that were popular like 100+ years ago that no one knows. you've had to google some of them to figure out what the hell he was talking about

he taps his fingers alot. against a table, his leg, on you. it's an anxious thing

he doesn't laugh much but when he does it's loud, hes the epitomy of the word "guffaws" bc he's so loud. most of the time when you hear him "laugh" its a quiet chuckle. it's quite joyous to hear Logan across the mansion laughing

logan, as much as he acts like a wild man, is fairly neat. like, weirdly neat about his stuff. well- stuff he cares about. his jacket, his cigars, beer, maybe a few things you gave him. he doesn't need much.

this one isn't so weird, more cute- but he loves when you pet his head. only when it's just you two though

his nails grow faster than an avg person. He constantly has to clip them. BUT he does at least make sure to clean them up

i should add that logans is obv known for calling everyone bub, and gives nicknames to everyone

(he'll call you every petname in the book)

has to have his bed made in the mornings. he gets weirdly cranky if he or you don't make the bed and it's messy when going to bed that night (the man leaves his dirty laundry all over the room but doesn't like his bed not being made???)(nesting...)

hates the smell of incense (too strong) but he doesn't mind a few of the vanilla smelling candles. or the outdoorsy type ones

def will pick up new hobbies at random and then drop them (ahem i do that to)

doesn't finish his beer. he'll have a little left and go open a new one anyway

he acts like he's so gruff but he's actually like so polite about things when in someones house/the mansion. it takes you aback how nice he'll be. (x2 logan was just a bit stress don't worry about him raiding bobbys parents fridge)

ill add his fear of flying in here too

honestly he probably just doesn't like heights in general. he'll do it, go in tall buildings, planes, all of that (as well as we all seen) but don't catch him sightseeing out of the 70th floor of the skyscraper yall are in

he probably likes to wear all those layers because he doesnt let his hair grow out like he could. have you seen how much hair he can get? he keeps himself trimmed for you (if you want to call it that). the layers protects from the cold he gets from not being a hairy beast (let him be hairy)

oral fixation... i'll put this in nsfw

this isn't really weird...but he's able to sit in silence for a long time. just watching the view (you)

hes not an early bird. he'll get pissy if you are, because he wants you in bed with him. (people gotta work logan...)

leaves a clean plate of food. he doesnt like waste.

likes to grab you. hes gotta be holding onto you. even if he's single he's gotta be doing something (smoking, tapping his foot, leaning on someone), when he's with you though, you're his grounding.

NSFW

will drool during sex. he tries to control it. sometimes you feel too good though-

gets incredibly horny after missions. good luck.

also when after he goes into a burst of rage. good luck with that too

honestly he just has a high sex drive. he's a bit of a freak. it's not every time but rarely does he not get hard around you- at the scent of you

The moment you wake up in the morning, logan tells you "your period started" before you even have a chance to even fully wake up, only to realize that indeed you did start your period

he could smell it

dude is really intense about smelling

when it comes to you though he's REALLY intense about it. you know how dogs are when they smell you after you come home. logan is no different

can and WILL smell your armpits and feet if he gets the chance. it may gross you out but shits heavenly to him because thats where you smell the strongest. if you don't let him smell you he'll go for the laundry

your neck too

the man leaks so much pre-cum just at the thought of you. you'd think he came right there in his pants

does not care about you walking into him in the bathroom. he has no shame

honestly id think he'd like footjobs. not because he's got a feet thing- but like feet is where your strongest smells come from and if you...do that. his thang will smell like you

will eat you out and do you on your period btw. no shame

i don't think logan will say no to much in bed, except for the really disgusting ones, or the ones inviting other people in. he's not going to share you, or himself.

definitely has a thing about mounting you. he doesn't do it all the time but sometimes he'll lose himself and next thing you know is biting your neck and thrusting you doggy style, grunting and whining, and he won't stop till he's satisfied. the others have expressed worry over the deep teeth marks in your neck (Is he trying to maul you? - Scott)

doesn't like washing the bed sheets after you two do your thing. will complain but you have to bc you both are fairly active together in that department and you do not need your bedsheets become solid like rock. he just likes the scent :(

loves it when you lick his hands/knuckles

i think we all agree, the claws COME OUT when he cums. hes extremely careful about his hand placement bc of this.

back to oral fixation. if he doesn't have a cigar, toothpick, gum, his next best thing is you.

will SUCK on your skin. hard.

This is all i got for now, some probably really aren't a quirk but my brain was just typing what I could think of...might make more. Feel free to reblog and add your own!!

pain kink. a bad one. we all agreed on this i believe.

You know how animals have displays to attract mates? Logan is no different. When hes in the mood, hell puff himself out to you, do things he thinks youll like. I mean, i suppose avg males do this too but logan gets repetitive over it until you notice.

[shun-ie]

₍⁠₍⁠ ⁠◝ misconceptions (todoroki shoto)

content : college!au, m!reader, established relationship, anal fingering, some dirty talking, pet names, light neck kissing, light teasing, self gratification, semi-public-ish (?)

[not proofread]

m.list !

when people first lay their eyes on shoto todoroki, they would describe him with one word. reserved. imagine their surprise when they find out such guy is dating someone the opposite of him. y/n l/n.

how do they see y/n?

"oh, he's very expressive and sensitive too!"

"he's very friendly and approachable."

"he's a huge pain in my ass . . . but i guess he means well."

"he's dependable."

"he's a good kid. his grades and what his classmates say about him proves this."

polar opposites attract don't they?

despite attending the same college and taking the same program (course), they have different friend groups. todoroki hangs out with midoriya and bakugou—his friends from highschool—while y/n hangs out with shinsou—a friend he adopted during student orientation.

a curious glint sparks in bakugou's eyes as he catches a glimpse of y/n and shinsou entering the cafeteria in somewhat a rush. "who gets dicked down in your relationship shoto?"

the quietly eating man chokes on his cold soba. midoriya panics and hands him a bottle of water before lightly scolding bakugou, "kacchan! we're eating, you should save your questions after!"

bakugou merely rolls his eyes, "come on, aren't you a little curious as well?" he then cackles to himself, "maybe our friend here is taking it up the ass."

midoriya blankly stares at his laughing friend who's garnering other tables' attention. he then sighs and turns to a flustered todoroki, "don't worry about him. he's just like this because he misses eijiro."

a loud 'i do not' is ignored by the two of them. todoroki plays with his food and replies, "i don't want to discuss that part of my life."

bakugou eyes the blush creeping up todoroki's face and raises an eyebrow, "your blush says it all."

midoriya berating bakugou about decency and respect goes in one ear and out the other as todoroki watches them from the other side of the table. with a small release of breath, he starts to finish where he left off with his food.

from first year until third year, bakugou and sometimes midoriya, teased todoroki for being a bottom in the relationship. especially during times where y/n is present or is in the vicinity.

"bubs, i got you some of my favorite gummies!" y/n presents a pack of gummy bears to todoroki, who was holding a debate with bakugou.

he stops mid sentence and smiles softly towards his boyfriend, "thank you." he takes the pack and puts it in his shoulder bag to snack on later. he earns a look of curiosity and a dash of smugness from his suddenly still friend as they watch y/n walk away towards shinsou, who was waiting at the door of the teaching hall.

there were instances where y/n randomly handed todoroki things, such as food and small trinkets. which led bakugou to believe that y/n loved taking care of todoroki and showering him with gifts. which is true, except for the sexual insinuations hidden in them when bakugou addressed his claims to his friends randomly.

todoroki was so confused as to why bakugou was so invested in his sex life, but one thing was for certain, he wouldn't crack under all the assumptions of his good friend. at this point, it was just hilarious to think about.

he said he wouldn't crack. so why?

y/n whimpers as quietly as possible into the covers, trying to conceal the sounds that tried to tumble out of his lips uncontrollably. todoroki places comforting kisses on his nape as he works his finger in and out of his wet and warm hole.

why did it have to be in a sleepover that he cracked?

he shushes his boyfriend and adds a second finger. "you like that?" y/n nods his head, caving deeper into todoroki's body.

was it the teasing of bakugou while y/n was literally in front of them?

y/n bites his lips and swallows down a moan as todoroki's fingers scrape against his bundle of nerves.

was he trying to prove something?

todoroki adds a third finger and huffs in amusement, "should i fuck you while they're in the same room? huh?" he lightly nibbles on y/n's ear and lowly says, "but maybe you'll like that. i can feel you tighten from the idea of being caught."

he suddenly stops pumping his fingers and instead presses deep against his boyfriend's prostate, a quiet whine leaving y/n's lips at the pressure. "i don't want to risk getting caught sweetie," he says in faux disappointment and concern, teasingly dragging his fingers out.

a hand grabs his wrist and shoves his soaking digits back into the warmth. "i-" y/n lets out a small whimper, "i'll do all the work, just let me feel you," he breathlessly lets out.

todoroki merely smirks and presses against y/n's back, sinking his fingers deeper into his heat, "you get like this over me fingering you?" he chuckles into y/n's damp hair. he adds a fourth digit making y/n gasp.

feeling a bit dazed, he mumbles out thank yous and starts to grind into todoroki, doing all the work as he proposed. the thought of being under a duvet, in a room with their friends, flew out of y/n's mind as he chased the sweet pleasure that seemed to snatch every inch of his sanity away.

todoroki's hand suddenly clamped over his mouth. the noise he helplessly wanted to suppress getting louder the more he moved his hips like a dog in heat. at least one of them was still aware that they're two meters away from bakugou's bed.

y/n's body quivered as his grinding never ceased, feeling that familiar build up in the pits of his stomach. the heat that was about to burst. the very thing he worked for. todoroki feeling y/n tighten and tense, he pushed his fingers in deeper and pressed into the sweet spot that had his boyfriend seeing heaven.

with a cry, y/n's back arches as his release crashed into him likes waves across the shore. todoroki kisses his neck, holding him close through his euphoric high. he whispered out little praises and rubbed y/n's belly.

he pulls out his dripping fingers—eliciting a small noise—and sucking on them, savoring the taste. he wipes the remaining wetness on his shirt and hugs his exhausted boyfriend closer. "new kink discovered?" he huffs a laugh.

y/n hums, eyes fluttering close, disregarding the wet feeling in his pants, too tired to do anything but lay down and sleep. "mhm..."

when morning came, bakugou gave todoroki a squinted stare. as if accusing him of lying, before they turned into a look of why.

y/n was still in bed, shinsou was sitting outside on the balcony playing with his phone, and midoriya was cooking breakfast.

"what is it?" todoroki exasperatedly asks, setting down plates and utensils on the table. bakugou grunts and narrows his eyes at him.

he takes a seat right across from him, as if he had the plague, "you're the top." of course he had heard what happened. despite going to bed the earliest, he was woken up by the amount of noises that came from the other bed beside him. "you should have told me."

"i told you, i don't want to discuss that part of my relationship," todoroki's tone holds firmness as he lays some coasters out. he then looks over his work, nods in satisfaction, and turns to the direction of the bedrooms, planning to wake his lovely boyfriend up.

bakugou glared at him, "you never discussed it. you demonstrated it." todoroki shrugged and turned into the hall, leaving the one-sided conversation.

maybe he did crack from all the teasing. maybe he did want to prove something. did he regret anything?

no.

[darknight3904]

𝘐𝘴 𝘐𝘵 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘠𝘦𝘵?

𝘓𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘓𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘺.

𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭 & 𝘞𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 (2024).

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘖𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵.

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘝𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦.

𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘦�� 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺 𝘚𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳.

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2.4 𝘬

𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 / 𝘔𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

Logan dislikes December. He always has. From the over priced gifts to the over played music, who could forget the biting cold. He hated it all. One of the things he hated most had to be some of the desserts people tried to pass off as edible.

"Get that out of my face." He growls as you try to feed him a forkful of something Al made

"One taste, Logan." You groan

"Don't like fruitcake. Makes me sick." He grumbles, "You eat it."

"But what if she screwed it up. Like those cookies she made that she used salt instead of sugar in?" You pout

"So I'm your guinea pig?" He asks with a sigh

"No! You're my loving boyfriend who will try Al's cooking for me."

"Nice try, bub." Logan takes the fork from your hands and set it back down on the plate, "I'm not dying of food poisoning."

You scoff, like food poisoning would be the thing to take him out.

"Hey, do we have any more lights? I think this strand is broken." Laura asks as she digs through boxes of decorations

"Uhh...I think we had a few more strands somewhere." You say, leaving Logan's side to help the girl with her decoration.

For whatever reason, you and Laura had insisted on not only buying an enormous tree but also that the entire apartment needed to look like an elf threw up in it. Odd little decorations had accumulated in every spare surface of the house. Even Logan's favorite coffee mug had been replaced by a Santa-shaped one that Wade had found at some store. He was pretty sure he was living in a nightmare.

"Do you think he's still scowling over the fruitcake?" You ask

"Probably. I bet his face is doing that dumb thing where it-"

"You two know I can hear you, right?" Logan asked, entering the living room and plopping down on the couch

"If you're not going to eat, can't you help?" You ask

"Help with what?" He sighs

You toss a big ball of tangled-up lights for the tree into his lap. Yes, this really was a nightmare he was stuck in.

Another issue Logan had was gift-giving. Not because he didn't think people deserved gifts, but he never knew what to buy. He'd been alive for nearly 200 Christmases and he still struggled with gift-giving. How's that for bad luck?

He already had something for nearly everyone in his life. Al was getting a container of that hair stuff she liked, Wade and Vanessa were getting matching Hello Kitty sweatshirts, hell he even found a toy for Mary sitting in a discount bin at the grocery store. Now, the two biggest struggles in his life, You and Laura.

Laura had asked for new games for her Switch but Logan had a suspicion you bought them already. So, here he was standing in a Macy's in the Young Women's section, hoping something would catch his eye for the teen in his life. Most of the clothes were either ugly or not her style.

Holy shit, there was no way that qualified as a top. Logan wouldn't let Laura two steps out the door in something like that. That had to be an undershirt or something...right?

An ugly sweater catches his eye. Perhaps he could get her a gag gift. There was a sweater with an overweight cow drinking beer. That seemed decent.

"Excuse me, son. I need to get by."

Logan glances down to see a little old lady pushing a shopping cart. He steps to the side and easily lets her slide past.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" He blurts out to her

"Of course!" She smiled

"I got this teen girl at home. I need gift ideas." He sighs, "She's not the girliest and I can't figure it out."

The woman stands there for a second and thinks it over. A small snap of her wrinkled fingers cut through the air.

"How about shoes? Girly girl or not, every young girl likes a new pair of shoes every once in a while."

Logan thought about it, what shoes did Laura even wear? Usually, she was in that black pair of boots. Surely this huge store had something like that.

"Sounds perfect." He nods, "Do you have any ideas for my girl?"

"Oh well, what does she like?" The woman asks

What do you like? He swears he knows yet his brain is empty right now. You like him, that's for sure, "She likes me. I think"

"You're a bit empty-headed, aren't you?" The woman chuckles

Logan slowly nodded in agreement, normally an insult like that would have him simmering but he couldn't fight this old woman. She looked like she was 90.

"Well, when I was young, I always liked receiving a nice pair of pajamas. Or, a candle that smells like cookies. Honestly, I still like getting those things. One of my favorite things though to get was a day of peace and quiet. I used to tell my husband Howard to clean the house and take the kids out in the snow so I could take a long bath and read a book."

Logan thanks the woman, who he learns her name is Darlene, and goes off to find a pair of boots for Laura. He guesses on the size and shoves the gift receipt in the box just in case. He feels a bit unsuccessful as he walks back to the apartment he shares with Laura and you. He had one day left. Christmas Eve was tomorrow and you had wanted to bake cookies and watch movies all day.

He stashed the gifts under the bed, making a mental note to wrap them tonight after you passed out in bed. He tossed the idea around his brain of just giving himself as a gift to you, he'd like that if you did that for him. Honestly, it was the perfect gift for him. Of course, it seemed lamer coming from him now since he had done that for your birthday. Sure, the sex had been great but he wanted to give you something better.

Darlene had suggested pajamas but all you ever wore were his t-shirts to bed, that or nothing. You already had a huge collection of candles, and Laura really wasn't that chaotic so he didn't see any need to keep her away from you.

Fuck, what was he going to do?

The loud slam of the front door has him groaning. You were back from work, and he was still empty-handed in the gift department.

"How was work?" Laura asks

"Good. I gave Matt his gift early since he is driving to his parent's house for the next few days. Oh! I also saw the cutest kitten in that Petshop's window. An itty bitty orange one, looked like he was a few weeks old." You sigh dreamily

Logan officially had an idea. Perhaps it was a bad one, cats never did like him. Oh, fuck it, it beats not having a gift.

The next day, he sets out early. Laura is still snoring in her bed and you've gone off to help Vanessa with something. It's the perfect time to sneak a cat into the apartment.

The pet store is just opening as he arrives. The single employee looks like he'd rather be anywhere else as he welcomes Logan to the store with a monotone voice. So much for the Christmas spirit.

"Hey, there was an orange kitten here. Where is it?" Logan asked looking around an empty cage that was labeled Cats

"What?" The guy asked, not listening

"The orange kitten." Logan huffs, "I want to buy him."

"Oh, he was sold last night. Some lady came in, said her kids wanted a cat for Christmas." The guy says

"What?" Logan asks

"He's gone, man." The guy snorts

"Well, when do you get more?" Logan asks he can feel his blood pressure rising but he took a deep breath.

"More what?" The guy asks dumbly

"Cats! When do you get more fucking cats?!" Logan angrily slams his hand on the counter, "I need one for my girl. Any color I don't give a shit!"

"Oh, not for a while. Probably after the new year. The holiday season, those kittens go fast." The guy shrugs, "The shelters don't really give us too many at a time anyway."

Logan wipes a hand over his face with a groan, "You're really unfuckinghelpful."

Back outside, Logan's legs carry him to the bar he always went to when he was stressed. Two glasses of whiskey deep he's still giftless. It was starting to look like he was going to be the gift. Maybe he could borrow that giant bow Wade had, wrap it around his waist, and surprise you. He was so fucking lame.

Logan stumbles back out onto the sidewalk. Thoroughly drunk, he thinks about hiding in Wade and Al's apartment until this Christmas is over. Seriously, is it New Year's yet? He was losing his damn mind over this entire month.

Down a back alleyway, he pukes into a dumpster. He might've overdone it this time. How long was he even at the bar? You were so going to chew into him about this. A loud crash behind him had him jumping. He spins around, ready for some fight. Instead, little pawprints in the snow catch his eye. They lead to the smallest drain pipe Logan's ever seen. He kneels down, feeling the snow soak into his pants as he peers into the pipe. A little black and white kitten with yellow eyes stares back at him.

Maybe he wasn't entirely fucked this Christmas after all.

"Hey, bub." He greets the kitten, "Wanna c'mon out?"

He sticks a finger into the drain pipe and recoils when the kitten slices it open with a claw.

"Motherfucker!" He curses at the sudden, unexpected pain. The cat hisses from inside the pipe and Logan groans.

He sticks his face closer to the pipe and the kitten backs up a few small steps.

"Listen here, you little shit stain. You're going to save my ass tomorrow morning, so get out here. Or so help me I'll- "

The animal mockingly meows in his face.

A can of tuna from the corner store, and multiple scratches later, Logan is victorious. The black and white kitten has been secured. Logan has it tightly bundled up in his jacket, in an effort to not only keep it warm but also keep it from scratching his eyes out.

When he reaches the apartment, he pushes the door open and calls your name. Lucky for him, you're still out with Vanessa. He enters the bathroom and shuts it behind him.

"Bath time you little monster. I can't have you stinking tomorrow up."

The kitten, despite it's size is elusively strong. It wiggles out of Logan's grasp multiple times and somehow manages to have his entire shirt soaked from the water that he's filled the sink with.

"It's warm water. Just gotta rinse the soap off." He reasons with the animal as it scratches at the door.

"Is someone in here?" Laura's voice calls

"Yeah, It's me. Bathroom!" He yells back

The bathroom door swings open just as he snatches the kitten back up and Laura stares at him in bewilderment.

"What are you doing? Is that a cat?"

"No, he's the devil. Help me rinse it." Logan huffs

To his dismay, Laura is able to get the cat to stay relatively still under the running water as she rinses the soap off.

"Where did you find a kitten? That local pet store is sold out." She says

"You know that bar a few blocks away?" He asks

"The one you go to when you stress drink?" Laura asks, her eyes narrowing in suspicion

Logan shoots her a look but nods, " I found him in a drain pipe nearby."

Laura coos down at the little animal as she wraps a big towel around it.

"What's its name?" She asks as she dries it off

"I dunno. Frank?" He shrugs sitting down on the edge of the tub

"Not everything can be named Frank," Laura judges him

"Alright, fine." He huffs, and a wreath that you hung on the bathroom door catches his eye. Jingle bells that gleam in the light are decorated with holly and berries adorn the wreath.

"Jingle. Or maybe Bell." He says staring at the wet kitten who seems hypnotized by Laura.

"Sounds good to me." She smiles at the kitten who meows back, "Hello, Jingle."

Logan sighs in relief and stands up, "Hide Jingle in your room."

"Where are you going?" Laura asks as he exits the bathroom

"Jingle needs a place to shit. We need cat stuff."

The next day, Logan is woken up by you gently kissing his neck.

"Morning." He mumbles

"Good morning." You smile, "It's Christmas."

He nods with a small grin.

"C'mon time to get up." You huff and stand up to pull at his arm

"What are you five?" He groans as you fail to move him

"Yes. Now get up."

Presents opened and a million pictures taken, Logan feels even more tired than when he went to bed last night.

To his glee, Laura loves the boots, and he's even managed to get the right size. Darlene as it turns out is full of good ideas.

"Last one." He says to you, "Put your hands out and close your eyes."

You give him a look like he's about to prank you.

"Wade put a cicada in your hands one time and now you distrust everyone?" He asks

"Yes. That was the scariest moment of my life." You affirm

"Just shut your eyes." Logan huffs

He has somehow gotten Jingle to stay in a little basket he found in the closet and he gingerly places it into your hands. The kitten shifts and nearly tips the basket over as you open your eyes.

"Logan!" You gasp, looking between him and the black-and-white fuzz ball.

"Like it? That orange one was gone when I got to the store. But I-"

You're jumping off the couch and tossing your arms around his broad shoulders. Jingle still sitting in his basket.

"I love him." You smile, leaning in for a kiss

"Good. You have no idea what I went through to get him for you." He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, aware that Laura is watching and just a sentence away from teasing him.

"What's his name?" You ask as he lets you go, "Or are you a girl?"

Logan hadn't bothered to check as he shrugs and you pick the kitten up, lifting it's little tail up.

"A boy...I think" You say

"We were going with Jingle." He says looking at Laura who nods, "But you can change it."

"I think that's perfect." You smile, petting the animal's head.

Luckily this cat likes you a lot more than it liked him yesterday. Logan's eyes narrow at the way the cat stares at him, what was this animal's deal?

"So how'd you get him?" You ask curiously

"Would you believe me if I said I nicely talked to him and then let him follow me home?"

"No, not in a thousand years."

Logan chuckles as you smile back at him. Alright, maybe the holidays aren't so bad. He still thinks New Years could come quicker though.

Next Extra

I was feeling like I needed Christmas when I wrote this. Fun fact, originally I was going to have Logan tell the reader he loved them with a kitten at Christmas. Scrapped that for the scene in the yard at the school. :)

Also, I've gotten a couple of anons sliding into my inbox asking if I'm doing kinktober or anything like that. I am not unfortunately as I have a busy college schedule that is somehow getting even busier... that being said I do still plan to write just not on a daily basis.

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[delfiore]

—NOT STRONG ENOUGH.

pairing: leah williamson x fem!reader

synopsis: you spend a few days in london with your daughter as you and your wife leah are filing for divorce.

word count: 3.5k

a/n: i don't even want kids why am i getting attached to this nonexistent child

“Mama!!” The sweet sound of your baby’s voice filled your ears the moment you stepped through the door.

You had been dragging your suitcase along the walkway, but dropped it by the door to catch the little girl and lift her into your arms.

“Hi, baby!” You exclaimed and shook her side-to-side. “Oh, I missed you so much!”

“I missed you too, Mama,” she giggled and writhed her way out of your kisses on the cheek. “I drew a picture for you with your new trophy!”

Without protest, the five-year-old thrust a piece of A4 paper in your face. You let out a quick laugh when you make out the figure in the middle—you—surrounded by bats and the Gotham logo with a golden trophy in your hand.

It was your first season at NY/NJ Gotham, and you managed to win the NWSL Championship for the first time for your club. Instead of returning to New York after the final to celebrate with your teammates, you hopped on the first flight back to London. You needed to see your little girl; after months of constant competitive matches, you were able to finally make time to fly back home.

“You did! Wow, Maevey, this is amazing! You drew this?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Wow, wow, wow. We’ll have to hang this up by the fridge, right?”

You walked into the kitchen with your daughter in your arms, heading towards the fridge behind the island. You were aware of your wife’s presence in the room by the oven but focused on balancing Maeve in one arm and hanging her drawing on the fridge with the other instead.

“There we go. That looks so good,” you cooed at her. “Thanks, Maevey!”

“You’re welcome, Mama.”

When you set the girl down, like lightning, she was on her feet sprinting towards the living room, no doubt grabbing a toy she had left somewhere on the ground. “Hey, no running, remember?” You called behind her and shook your head.

You glanced back at your wife, who, whilst stirring a pasty white batter in a clear bowl, still hadn’t made the effort to return your gaze.

“Congrats on the Championship,” she said without looking at you.

“Thanks.” And that was the extent of your conversation.

The house you once called home was cold when you left it, now it was even colder. The only warmth left came from a single tiny candle that managed you the smallest relief, and it was Maeve.

“Mama?”

“Yes, bub?”

“Why don’t you sleep in your room anymore? With Mummy?”

You had dreaded the question that had just come out of your daughter’s lips right after you tucked her in. Maeve was a smart kid, and you knew she would have been able to put two and two together when she saw you unpacking your suitcase in the guest room.

“Well, kiddo,” you started, brushing the stray hairs away from Maeve’s eyes. She looked so much like Leah when she pouted. “Mummy’s not too happy with me right now. So I’m giving her some space.”

“Is it because of me?” She said quietly, making your heart squeeze.

“No, of course not. Of course not, bub. How about you go to sleep now, and we will talk about this some other time, hm?” You poked her cheek gently. “Whatever happens, your Mummy and I will never stop loving you, and we will always do what’s best for you, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good.” You leaned over the edge of the bed to kiss your little girl on the forehead. “Now, remember what I always say? ‘You are strong, you are capable, you are loved.’”

“‘I am strong, I am capable, I am loved.’” Maeve repeated your words, almost immediately as you said them.

It was a mantra you repeated to yourself when your doubts started to get in the way of your potential, ever since you were a young girl making your debut for Arsenal until now. Those were the words you echoed to Leah when she had done her ACL, and when she wasn’t strong enough to chase away the clouds one day.

“I’m strong,” Leah had just managed to say through the tears, “I’m capable, I’m loved.”

“That’s right,” you whispered and smiled softly. “Now go to sleep, or I’ll sell all your toys.”

This elicited a giggle from the girl, as you turned off the lights. Making your way back to the guest room, you noticed the light in the living room was on downstairs. The tranquility you felt after spending time reading and talking with your daughter made you feel brave to face Leah, brave that whatever interaction you would have with her would not end in screaming and arguing. The woman was sitting on the couch, scrolling on her phone, a match played on the TV, as it always was.

“Maevey seems used to sleeping on her own now,” you said, smiling to yourself. “Soon enough she’ll be off to college.”

The best you got out of her was a short smile, and you would take it at that point. Your last conversation wasn’t the friendliest, and you had hoped Maeve wasn’t aware.

“She cried for you the night you left,” Leah spoke. “Slept in our bed for two weeks.”

Maybe it was the fact that Leah’s head was pressed against the side of the couch—the way she used to do every time you two had enough time off to sit down on the couch—or the fact that she still referred to the master bedroom as both yours and hers, that made your heart squeeze. For a moment it felt as if you had your family back, and things would eventually go back to the way it was.

“Only two?” You scoffed but smiled.

“Y/N, you know this isn’t a long-term solution. Maeve needs you. You can’t just fuck off to America and come back to visit for a few days every few months.”

“I know,” you said, clenching your jaw. “My agent’s looking at options within Europe. Germany, maybe.”

“Why not in England?”

“That is if any club wants me,” you shrugged. “Frankfurt seems interested, so.”

You’d like to think there would always be a place for you at Arsenal. Growing up, while your peers had posters of Mia Hamm, Kristine Lilly, or Abby Wambach on their walls, you were looking eastwards to the likes of Rachel Yankey and Kelly Smith for inspiration. Your heart was red, white and North London and it broke into pieces the day you had to leave—not because of your performance, but because by then London had started becoming too suffocating. And if you were going to be a good parent to Maeve, you had to put the oxygen mask on yourself first.

“I do want to be close to Maeve,” you said, more to yourself.

Leah hummed. A moment later, she opened the drawer next to the couch and pulled out a thin folder. Placing it on the cushion between you and her, she made the decision to leave the living room to go upstairs.

The respondent line on the first page awaited your name and signature. Hers was already printed on the line above that, the ink was already dry like she had made this decision long ago. You were frozen to the seat with the divorce papers in your hands, and that night you cried yourself to sleep.

You took Maeve to the park the next day. You had extended an invitation to Leah, but she declined, saying she had errands to run. Maeve wanted to go to the playground in the park, so you packed the two of you a small picnic, and a football, in case she was up for a kick-about.

She was telling you about a goal she scored at school the previous Friday when you returned home. Upon entering the two-story house, you heard laughter coming from the kitchen. As much as you wanted to listen to your daughter recount her story, your ears focused in on the conversation and what sounded like two female voices, and laughter . . . Leah’s laugh, something you haven’t heard in a long while. You regretted that that was the case.

“Mummy! I played at the park today, and I scored so many goals against Mama!”

“Is that right?” Leah gasped and picked up Maeve in her arms. “Looks like Mama’s got some competition in the striker position.”

“Hi, Auntie Lia,” Maeve said to the other woman in the room.

You barely managed a smile as you watched your former teammate greet your daughter, trying not to freak out at the fact that she was standing much too close to your wife when you first came in. You couldn’t help the uneasy feeling that harbored in the pit of your stomach seeing it, and, as selfish as it sounded, you couldn’t stomach the thought that Leah might have started to move on.

“Hi, Y/N. It’s good to see you again,” Lia smiled at you.

“Long time no see,” you said.

“Come on, little one. Will you show me how you scored those goals at school?” The Swiss woman extended a hand to Maeve and led her to the backyard.

“Don’t,” Leah said as soon as your daughter was out of sight.

“Don’t what?”

“I know you’re giving me that look.”

“I’m not giving you any looks, Leah,” you smiled sadly, and unpacked your daypack, putting the dirty Tupperware containers into the dishwasher.

“Lia’s been a great help with Maeve. Without her, I don’t think I would have been able to get through the first few months.” Her tone had a slight edge to it, but you understood why.

“I know,” you replied, “I’m not saying anything.”

“That’s the fucking problem, Y/N. You never say anything you’re thinking! You make me do this fucking guessing game with you, and you don’t even bother defending yourself when I assumed the worst about you, and you run away! Do you truly just not give a shit about anything?”

You took a sharp exhale, checking to see if Maeve was looking. Through the sliding door, you could see that wasn’t, she was playing 1v1 against Lia instead.

“Please, Leah. Not now,” you sighed. “I’ll sign the papers, alright? And then I’ll be out of your hair.”

You didn’t see because your back was turned to her, but your wife shook her head, causing a few tears that had collected in the corner of her eyes to fall. Then, you heard her storming past you out to the backyard.

“I do give a shit,” you mumbled to yourself. You did, so much, but maybe your family was better off without you. Watching Maeve kicking her ball into the little goal you got her whilst your wife and Lia pretended to defend her, you wondered if maybe they really were better off.

Your relationship was never perfect. She was Leah, and you were you. You used to love the routine you two shared until it turned sour and you would arrive to training in separate cars. You didn’t know when your marriage crumbled, just that when you looked back to assess the damage, it was already beyond repair. Leah telling you one night that she wished to separate was your wake-up call.

You had seen your friends and colleagues date and break up, and pretend that being in the same room afterward wasn’t the most torturous thing they’d ever had to endure. You never imagined that it would be your turn, and how much it hurt. How does someone be a human being whilst going through a divorce, and be a good parent at the same time?

“Mama, why are you crying?”

You quickly turned away and wiped at your eyes when you heard the tiny voice coming from your bedroom door. You must not have shut it properly. Maeve was standing in front of the door in her adorable dinosaur pajamas, and her favorite plush toy beneath her one arm. You would have given your entire world for that adorable punk right then.

“It’s okay, kiddo. I’m just a bit sad. What are still you doing up?” You gestured for her to come inside. Normally, Maeve would not hesitate to jump into your lap right away, but instead, she climbed onto the bed, and sat next to you like an adult.

“Why are you sad, Mama?” She said quietly, fiddling with her stuffed animal, her round eyes looking up at you with concern. “Everyone is sad.”

“What do you mean, bub?”

“Mummy is sad too. She was crying before you came home,” Maeve said, her bottom lip quivering. “She said it was because she missed you.”

The revelation left you speechless.

Your daughter turned to you. “Should I be sad too? Everyone is so sad.”

“No, baby, come here.” As soon as you pulled her into your lap, she started crying.

“Oh, baby. My little Maevey,” you hated that you made your little girl so upset, arms wrapped around your neck and broken sobs raking from her chest against yours. “Sometimes, people argue, and it’s very sad when they do, but it’s all a part of life, Maevey. Me and Mummy are arguing, but it has never been about you.”

“But I don’t want you and Mummy to argue anymore.”

“I know, baby,” you had nothing else to say that might offer her some comfort. “I’m sorry that I haven’t been around as much. It was my fault, nothing to do with you.”

You held Maeve for another minute or two until her cries subsided into choked sniffles and tearful sighs. “It’s okay,” you would repeat, “I love you so much”, hoping that it might reassure your daughter until she removed her head from your shoulder, wiped her tears away, and through hiccups, said, “You are strong, you are capable, you are loved.”

Letting out the smallest sob, you nodded and pulled her back into your chest. Your little girl, your heir, your legacy, only five years of age, yet she understood the significance of those words. You had won trophies and championships, but nothing compared to the burst of joy in your heart having her echo them back to you. It meant you meant something to her. It meant you were doing something right.

The next morning, after you and Leah had seen Maeve off to kindergarten, you gently placed the divorce papers that Leah had given you a couple of nights ago on the table opposite her. As you sat down by the dining table opposite her, you saw the way she eyed the files like you had just handed her a pack of poison and expected her to swallow it.

“I’ll agree to everything you bring to the table, within reason of course. This needn’t be a whole ruckus for Maeve. Whatever you want,” you started, darting your eyes up to Leah.

She continued to stare at the divorce papers on the table but kept silent.

“But . . . If you still have even just a tiny drop of affection left for me, I’m asking you—begging you—to reconsider this and give me another chance.” You took a deep breath. “This year away from you, from Maeve, made me realize that you two are the most important thing in my life. You make me a better person by just giving me grace and being who you are. And I failed you, I know. I’ve not been the wife and partner you needed, but if you give me one more chance to right my wrongs, I’d give everything to have my family back. I’ll go to therapy, we can go to couples counseling together, whatever you want, just please . . . please give me one more chance to make this right.”

Leah shook her head quietly when you looked up, but then she sunk her head into her palm and you heard a shaky exhale.

“I’ve tried so hard since March to move on from you, eight months since then, and just from one of your little speeches, I’m back to square one,” she laughed bitterly, wiping her eyes of salty tears. “You always give me false hope that it’ll get better, and I hate you for that, because it never does.”

You swallowed and moved to kneel in front of her. Your hands were shaking, but you reached for her hands.

“I know that. I know I’ve been apathetic before. I lost sight of what’s important. I used football as my excuse, and I did it. I won the championship, but there’s still this void in my heart that no trophy can fill,” you squeezed her hand with both of yours. “Please, Lee. I love you, and I need you back in my life. I’m so sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you and Maeve, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for it. If you’ll let me.”

By then, Leah didn’t bother hiding her sobs. Tears were flowing down the curves of her cheeks like waterfalls, as she leaned forward into your touch, clutching your hands like they might save her. You cursed under your breath. Watching your wife fall apart at the seams when she had been ice-cold with you the past few days broke your heart to pieces, as you pressed soft kisses to her wet cheek and whispered loving words in her ear.

“Okay,” she said quietly and sniffled.

“Yeah?” You smiled hopefully.

Leah nodded tearfully. “Please. This is the last time, Y/N.”

You knew that. You knew if you fucked this up you would lose everything, Maeve might never have a relationship with you again, and you lose the one person that keeps you grounded.

Maybe Leah would be much happier with someone else, someone who treated her well and could fill the co-parenting role for Maeve. You were sure there were others out there who fit the bill, but you were selfish, and you would fight for them because this was your family, your home, your love.

“I’ll tell my agent to work on the move. I’ll try looking in England again, Frankfurt will be the worst-case scenario. Even if the only option is to resign at Gotham, I’ll make it work. I’ll fly home more often, I’ll help you with—”

You were cut off with Leah pressing her lips against yours desperately. You couldn’t restrain the grin that made its way onto your face, as you kissed your wife back.

“God, I got you to talk and now you wouldn’t shut up,” she mumbled, which made you laugh.

“Well, get used to it,” you said. “I’m gonna tell you how much I love you every day, and I’ve got eight months to make up for too, so it’s a lot of talking.”

“How about you show me how much you love me, huh? Actions speak louder than words, right?”

epilogue. A month later.

A blaring alarm awoke you from your warm slumber. It was a Sunday, and you had forgotten you had the alarm switched on. You felt Leah stir next to you, and the corner of your mouth pulled up.

“Christ, what time is it?” She asked, her voice low and cracking. You’d always adored the way her voice becomes raspy in the morning.

“Eight,” you said, combing your fingers through her hair. Leaning in to plant a kiss on your cheeks, you whispered. “We have to get Maeve ready for football.”

“Hmm,” you heard her sigh, and snuggle deeper into your chest. “Five more minutes.”

Your wife opened one eye and grinned. You thanked the Heavens that she granted you another chance.

“Okay,” you kissed her head, “five more minutes.”

Just as soon as you lay back down, and Leah had gotten comfortable again, you heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet, the speed and agility of which you could only attribute to a five-year-old whose enthusiasm for football might be a little too much at 8 o’clock in the morning.

[minminyoonjii]

Hi hi! How are you? I hope you're doing okay!

just wanted to ask if you could write more of very little!reader, like maybe how ot8 reacts to them slipping into babyspace for the first time by having an accident.

This is my first ask ever, so with that I also want to say that your blog literally gives me so much comfort and I’ve probably read everything on your blog so far haha.

Thank you for writing stuff like this~

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Bang Chan

Toys scattered around you. "Up, up, up," you babbled, stacking the blocks higher. Giggles erupted past your lips when it all came tumbling down. You started building it again, your bladder uncomfortably full. "Daddy?" you called out but Chan didn't reply. You've never been to the bathroom without your Daddy before. "Gon' wait," you mumbled, trying to play with your blocks before the aching need to pee grew bigger. "Daddy!" you wailed when you couldn't hold back any more. Pee drenched your shorts and playmat. Chan stumbled into the room, his shoulder hitting the door, "Little one, are you okay?" he asked, his heart pounding in his chest. Your cries didn't halt even though he was in the room. Chan carefully picked you up and bounced you in his arms, "Shh, shh. Daddy's here. Daddy's here, baby," he cooed, trying to coax you. Babbles of sobs spilt from your lips. Chan hooked his chin over your head, "It's okay, little one. Daddy will change you and we can cuddle up, hm?" he said, carrying you to the changing mat. You sniffled, suckling on your pacifier as he changed you out of your damp clothes. Chan cooed, "Are you feeling better, bubs?" he asked, wiping you down. You squirmed under the cold wipe, "Hhgh," you whined, trying to kick him. Chan chuckled, using the powder puff, "Don't try to kick Daddy, little one," he said, sliding the diaper up your back. You squirmed, staring up at him with pitiful glossy eyes. "My little baby," Chan said, lifting you back up.

Lee Minho

You crawled around the living room, your quick motions jolted the kitties around you. "Soong Soong," you called out, trying to catch Soongie's tail. Giggles spilt from your lips as Soongie swat his tail against your cheek. You plopped yourself down, catching your breath. "Meow," Dori mewled, nuzzling your lap. You gently patted him after being taught by Minho about being too rough. You pressed your legs together, your bladder threatening to burst the moment you relaxed. "Hhgh," you whined, trying to crawl to the bathroom but it was too late. Tears weld up in your eyes with a hint of shame and fear. "Mama, mama!" you cried, staying in your crawling position. Minho peeked his head from the kitchen, "Cupcake?" he questioned, turning off the stove. You looked up with splotchy tears, "Mama," you hiccuped, your head pounding from crying too hard. Minho gasped and carried you in his arms, "My little cupcake, did you have an accident?" he asked, bringing you to the changing mat. You suckled on your thumb, staring up at him. Minho undressed your damp clothes, "Oh, your little eyes dilated haven't they," he cooed, powdering your sensitive parts. You giggled when Soonie jumped up onto the changing mat and nuzzled your face. "Nom," you whispered, trying to bite his paw. Minho chuckled, carrying Soonie off you, "No biting the kitties, cupcake," he said, easing your feet through the diaper holes. You squirmed but Minho eventually managed to have you diapered up.

Seo Changbin

Skzoo's surrounded you, "Kith, kith," you said, holding Dweakki up with Jiniret. You giggled as they smooched, "Muah," you said, pairing Leebit with Han Quokka next when you felt the urge to pee. "Hhgh," you whined, getting up with wobbly legs. "Nee go fast," you whimpered, wobbling to the bathroom but your bladder relaxed. "Hic," you sniffled, standing in the puddle. "Look what Baba made, agi," Changbin said, not noticing the mess until you sobbed. He set the plate of pancakes aside, "Aigo-yah. It's okay, agi. Baba will clean you up, hm?" he said, carrying you. "Made mess," you sniffed, burrowing into his shoulder. Changbin rubbed your back, "Every little makes a mess once in a while, agi," he reassured, laying you on the changing mat. You felt your mind get heavy, the hazy clouded your senses. Changbin noticed a slight twinge of intrigue in your eyes. He held up a diaper and your eyes widened at it. "Did you slip?" Changbin murmured, placing a clean diaper on your chest. You gripped and tugged it, soft babbles echoed within the the room. Changbin cleaned you up and rubbed cream on your inner thighs, "Can Baba have the diaper back, agi?" he asked, his palm open and patient. You happily placed it in his hand, "Bah!" you exclaimed, trying to suckle your fist. Changbin chuckled, strapping the diaper on, "That's right, agi. I'm your Baba," he cooed, rubbing your tummy.

Hwang Hyunjin

"Tickles," you giggle, snuggling Kkami on your lap. You nuzzled your face into his fur. Kkami playfully licked your cheek. "Icky," you whined, wiping your cheek when he accidentally stepped on your tummy. You yelped, not realizing your bladder was full. You tried to get Kkami off but he just wanted to play, "Kkami off," you whined when he accidentally pressed down on your bladder. You hiccuped as pee trickled. Kkami barked at the pooling messy you say in. Alerting Hyunjin into the room, "Lovely? Is Kkami being a brat again?" he asked, going towards you when he heard a splosh. He tilted his head, "Ahh. An accident," Hyunjin realized, carrying you up. You pouted against his shoulder, "Kkami didn't want get off," you complained, making Hyunjin chuckle. "Bad Kkami," he said, kissing your forehead. You felt yourself get smaller when he towered over you on the changing mat. You wiggled your feet, loving the way he doted on you. Hyunjin cooed, placing a teether in your hands, "Chew on this while Papa cleans you up, hm?" he said, powdering your sensitive part. You didn't know how long past but Hyunjin carried you back up, "All clean," he said, placing you down in the crib. You whined at the lack of presence. Hyunjin kissed your forehead, "Papa will clean up and come back. Promise," he said, linking fingers with you.

Han Jisung

"Appa?" you called out, crawling around the kitchen. You looked into the living room and Jisung wasn't there. You jutted your bottom lip, "Appa?" you called out again, your voice twinged with worry and fear. You whined and found yourself trying to peek outside, "Pretty," you whispered when a bird flew into the window with a loud thud. You flinched at the sound, tears pooling in your eyes as you peed yourself scared. Your wails made their way upstairs, "Appa's here! Appa's right here," Jisung said, stomping down the stairs with a towel around his waist. You sniffled, "Made mess," you said, rubbing your eyes. Jisung frowned, carrying you, "It's okay, sweetie. Messes are normal," he reassured, rubbing your back. "Do you want to bathe with Appa?" he asked, kissing your cheek. You nodded, "With duckie?" you asked your word slurring by the minute. Jisung took notice of this change as he walked up the stairs, "Of course, duckie," he said, setting you on the counter. You sat still as Jisung undressed your dirty clothing, "Clean up time," he cooed, giving you a quick deep clean. Your giggles echoed within the walls, "Quack, quack" you babbled. Jisung chuckled, drying you up, "That's right, sweetheart. Ducks go quack," he said, laying you on the changing mat. It didn't take long for him to efficiently change you, "You smell all clean," he cooed, pampering kisses on your tummy. You giggled, trying to pull his hair. Jisung smiled, "Sweetie, Appa needs his hair. The bald look isn't for me yet," he chuckled, holding you close.

Lee Felix

"Sunbeam, mommy made brownies," he beamed, carrying a plate towards you. "Nom," you said, biting your teether. Felix chuckled, "Yes nom," he said, tugging the teether from your mouth as he fed you a piece. You wiggled, enjoying the dessert, "Mommy has to check his PC. Will you be okay for a second?" he asked, stroking your hair. You nodded, distracted by yummy brownies. Felix chuckled, "Be good," he said, sprinting up to his room. You sipped on your sippy cup, finishing the water inside as you laid on your tummy to play. "Hhgh," you whined as your bladder filled up. You stood up with shaky knees, your bladder sending shocks up your body with each step. "Hah," you said, as your breath hitched with pee trickling down your legs. "Mommy!" you shouted out, holding the cabinet for support. Felix sprinted down the stairs, "Yes, sunbeam?" he replied, instantly noticing your dilemma. Without another word, he laid you on the changing mat, changed your clothes into a Bokkari onesie and slipped a pacifier in your mouth. Your mind felt heavy and hazy at his attention. Felix chuckled, patting your diapered bottom, "Eepy time, sunshine," he chuckled, rocking your body. Sleep etched on your eyelids, somehow coaxing you to sleep. Felix chuckled, "Mommy knows best," he said, kissing your forehead.

Kim Seungmin

You looked around the living room for stray skzoos'. You don't know how Jiniret ended up behind the cabinet but there he was. "Puppy, puppy," you whispered, sticking your arm under places to find them. "Eh," you whined, trying to tug back your arm but it was stuck. "Hhgh," you whimpered, tugging harder but it hurt. You sobbed, "Dada!" you cried, sobbing hard enough that your bladder gave way. Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows, looking for you when he noticed your position, "Munchkin!" he exclaimed, gently easing your arm from under the chair. You sobbed, crying into his chest in relief. Seungmin cooed, rubbing your back as he pulled the changing mat over, "You're okay, little munchkin," he said, changing you out of your damp clothes. You sniffled, curling your hands into fists as he placed mittens over your palms. Seungmin chuckled, lifting your hips as he tapped you up, "Wittle munchkin's like you should have mittens," he said, tickling your tummy. You squirmed, pouting at him. Seungmin grinned, laying you on the couch, "Dada's getting the mop, okay? Don't roll off," he cooed, placing a pillow beside you.

Yang Jeongin

"Jiniret, I love you," you said, holding Dweakki up. Jiniret scoffed, "I'm in love with another," you giggled, turning Jiniret away. Dweakki kneeled, "Who is this man?" you asked, moving Dweakki's hands over his eyes like he was crying. Jiniret turned back, "He. Is. Foxi.ny," you said, making Jiniret and Foxi.ny kiss. Dweakki lay on the floor, "I lost to the maknae!" you exclaimed, playing a kdrama outro. You wiggled your hips, "Need pee," you whined, getting up to the bathroom. You tried opening the door but it was locked. "Hhgh," you whined, doing the pee dance as you held your crotch. Whines spilt from your lips as you ended up peeing down your shorts. Jeongin opened the bathroom door, his phone blasting Spotify, "Angel?" he questioned, seeing the puddle beneath your feet. You sniffled, glaring at him through your glossy eyes. Jeongin's heart clenched, "Oh no. Ninnin's sorry, angel. He didn't hear you," he said, carrying you to the changing mat. "Aigo," he cooed, wiping you down and rubbing powder on your inner thighs, "I'm sorry," he said, tapping the diaper around your waist. You stopped glaring when Jeongin placed your pacifier past your lips, "Sorry, little angel," he sighed, cradling you to his bare chest. You nuzzled his smooth skin, comfort coating your mind. Jeongin nuzzled your hair, his chin hooking your head, "My baby angel," he whispered, kissing your forehead.

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"ALL THIS FOR JUST THE TWO OF US?"

Here it is, the smut story with Logan and Sergei. I hope you like it!

Tags: @hugjackman

You were trapped between them. Their heat enveloped you, suffocating you and making you lean towards them.

The problem was that you didn't know which one to lean towards. Sergei started leaving soft kisses on your neck, which turned into small bites.

You moaned and tilted your head to give him better access, you could feel his smile against the skin of your collarbone. On the other hand, Logan was quickly getting rid of your clothes.

They both needed to feel you, and make you theirs, and that was reflected in their actions.

A ragged sigh left your mouth when you noticed the cool air of the room against your skin. Finally Logan took off your panties, and separated himself to observe you closely. His green eyes roamed over your body with devotion, hunger reflected in them.

Sergei left your neck for a moment to focus on you, fixing his gaze on you as did Logan. Both of you exchanged a glance, before smiling.

-Look at her, kid –Logan whispered- so beautiful and so ready for us… -he murmured pointing at you with his head, before looking at Sergei- Do you smell it? –he asked, the hunter nodded-

-I do –he affirmed smiling at his friend, before focusing on you- you are so wet, dorogoy (darling) –he growled, his voice became hoarser when he spoke in his native language- so defenseless… -he stammered, his blue eyes observed you for a moment before approaching you, he lifted your head between his thumb and index finger- a defenseless doe against two predators like us… -he whispered tracing with his thumb the curve of your lower lip- we are not going to be nice, moya lyubov' (my love)

-He's right, princess –Logan said standing behind you, his hands resting on your hips. A smile appeared on his lips as he heard your heartbeat racing against your ribs. “We won’t be,” he whispered in your ear, “unless you want it.”

-“I don’t want it,” you replied, swallowing hard. “I need you both, please.”

-“You don’t need to beg, malen’kiy,” (little one) Sergei murmured, leaning closer to your mouth. “We’ll give you exactly what you need"

Logan added, kissing the curve of your shoulder. Sergei attacked your lips roughly, his tongue entering your mouth with intensity, making you gasp against his mouth. You felt like butter between his fingers, one that he could mold to his liking.

Logan’s gaze darkened as he watched Sergei brush his fingers across your chest. You sighed as you felt the coldness of his fingers against that area, goosebumps rising on your skin.

The hunter bent down to catch your nipple between his teeth. Logan did the same with his hand, sliding it under your arm, cupping your other breast between his thumb and forefinger. The attentions of both men had you throwing your head back, as several gasps and ragged sighs left your mouth.

You leaned against Logan’s shoulder, who had a perfect view of you from that angle, especially the spot between your legs.

You dug your nails into his arm as Sergei snaked his way down your body to rest his chin against your lower belly. Your head was still on Logan’s shoulder, who held you against him for a passionate kiss. He tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth, drawing a muffled gasp from you.

“Wow,” Sergei whispered, looking down at your center, before looking at Logan again, “All this for just the two of us?” –he smiled, staring at him- we're so lucky, rosomah- (Wolverine)

-I know, bub –Logan whispered- if you don't put your mouth on him, I will –he growled impatiently, getting closer to your ear- Do you see what you're doing to me, princess? –he pressed his hips against you, being able to feel the outline of his hard cock inside his underwear- your smell is driving me crazy –he clicked his tongue while shaking his head- I'm going to lose my fucking mind –he cursed, moving your hips forward, getting closer to Sergei's mouth-

-Please… -you gasped, feeling the hunter's breath on your most sensitive area, and Logan's long fingers on the skin of your hips-

-Please what, zadniy? (hind) –Sergei asked, tightening his grip on your inner thighs-

-Eat me –you said-

A blush built up on your cheeks, making both men smile, fascinated, watching how, despite the situation, your shy personality came out, which drove them completely crazy.

-Don't leave a piece of me, Sergei –you whispered-

-Tvoi pozhelaniya dlya menya prikaz –he replied with a smile- (your wish is my command)

Then he lowered his head. His tongue slipped between your folds with the experience of someone who had done that more than once.

A gasp came from between your lips when you felt him leave a kiss on your pelvic bone, before going back down to your center.

He pulled your clit between his teeth, causing a sigh/scream to come out of your mouth. You felt a familiar pressure in your lower belly, Logan followed the movements of Sergei's tongue with his hands, rocking your hips back and forth constantly.

The hunter knew you weren't going to hold out much longer and that, if you could talk, you would have told him.

One last lick of his tongue over your clit was enough to make you cum hard. He rose from between your legs, cleaning the remains of you with his tongue making you blush again. Your legs were shaking from the intensity of the orgasm.

Sergei couldn't take his eyes off you, all trembling, excited and soaked for them.

After you recovered, they both fucked you like you needed.

And just as they had told you, they weren't gentle.

[dwaekkicidal]

Beomgyu at 9:37PM (21:37)

[original ask] no warnings other that slightly angsty if u squint (gyu cries briefly but its happy tears) <3 gender neutral reader & a slice of life with boyfie! gyu

Beomgyu is currently lying on his stomach in his bed, his face shoved into the pillows as he whines into them, "'S not fair..." His voice is muffled, catching your attention, and you can't help but laugh on the other side of the phone when your eyes finally focus on the screen.

"I know, bubs. But you have an early schedule tomorrow, you need to rest." You pick up your phone and take carry it with you into the bathroom, setting it up against the wall so that you're in the camera's view. Beomgyu still doesn't look up despite the ruffling sounds and only groans louder into this pillows.

"I jus' wanna see you... It's been so long..." He whispers it into the plush of his pillow, but the silence in your apartment allows you to hear it. It pulls at your heartstrings and you find your mood souring slightly, knowing how little time the two of you have gotten together recently. And the one day he managed to get home early, is the one day you already had plans with your friends to hang out. And the plan was to be out all night since you were off the next day...

You sigh quietly and go back to fixing your hair in the mirror, perfecting it to your liking before double checking your outfit. "I'm sorry, baby. You know I would drop everything for you if we hadn't been planning this for weeks."

You don't know how you convinced yourself to step foot into the restaurant after saying goodbye to Beomgyu. He had whined himself to sleep after what you said, but only after surprisingly encouraging you to go out with your friends. As much as he missed you, he wasn't going to keep you from your friends if it's what you wanted.

It took far too long for you to get over the heartache of seeing his face in your head during dinner. The only thing that comforted you out of your feels was the small change of plans you decided as you chowed down. Your friends would live with you leaving a few hours early...

The front door clicks open at an ungodly hour, still somehow a lot earlier than you had planned to be out with your friends. Nonetheless, you slide out of your shoes and leave them by the front door before making sure to lock up all the way.

As you make your way through the silent apartment, you smile to yourself at the familiar scent and scenery that you haven't seen in god knows how long. And soon enough, you're sneaking into a familiar room and rummaging through one of the dresser drawers, tugging your clothes off before sliding a slightly larger t-shirt over your head.

"Beomie~" You sing-song softly as you slide under the sheets, the warmth offering comfort compared to the biting cold that you just experienced outside.

In the back of his sleep-ridden mind, he genuinely thinks its all a dream; your warm hands running up and down his arms, your quiet, soft voice that's followed by a slight gust of wind on his face. He's smiling slightly at the thought of you, making you smile and poke him around a few more times. You're eventually met with his beautiful eyes, lidded with sleep and blinking repeatedly in an attempt to see properly.

"Hi Beomie~ Sorry to wake you, but I thought you'd like to know I was here." It takes him a moment to process what's happening, you having to assist by cupping his face and soothing his cheek with your thumb, but it's painfully obvious the second it clicks.

"My baby..." His voice cracks slightly and your eyes adjust to the darkness just in time to see his lips downturn and his eyes start to water.

"Oh honey-" You laugh and pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck. He instantly melts into you, sliding his arms around you as he shoves his face into your neck. He lets out quiet sniffles as he nuzzles farther into your neck.

Eventually those sniffles turn into small huffs as he tries to calm his breathing on his own. He only find success once your nails trail up and down his back, scratching him lightly in a way he finds soothing enough to lull him back to sleep. But he missed you, dearly, and nothing is gonna get in the way of him at least talking to you for a few minutes.

"What time is it?"

"I dunno... Like 2AM?" You can feel him make a stank face so you laugh and rub his back, assuring him that you sent him texts updating him throughout the night even though you knew he was asleep. He grumbles something against your neck in response but both of you are too tired to bother.

"Gyu?" He pushes his lips into your jaw and and pulls away slightly, just enough so that your noses touch and your eyes meet, his own slightly puffy. "I didn't tell you yet but I spoke to my manager and found out I have a few vacation days that I have to take before the end of next month or else I'll lose them, so I took all of next week off since your schedule is more clear then." He doesn't need to say anything, the way he squeezes you as a wide smile breaks out onto his face says it all.

"You're so perfect... I love you so much, baby. Stay tomorrow? I'll leave early and we can go to lunch... Mmmh- maybe even dinner...?" Sleepiness riddles his sentence and you can see his eyes drooping again, so you opt out of fighting it and just let things be, just this once <3

"Good night Gyu. I love you~"

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[anangelwhodidntfall]

I'm Here: Simon Riley

Call Of Duty Masterlist

word count: 600

description: You get sick at work and Simon leaves his work to come take care of you <3

Simon had just gotten done training the new recruits for the day and just made it back to his office to catch up on some paperwork when he noticed that he had a missed call from you and your job which worried him. It wasn't unusual for you to call him but for you job to call him, he knew something was up. He unlocked his phone and played the voicemail from you and your job. 

"Hey bubs, I just threw up at work and I don't feel well enough to drive, is there anyway you could come get me?" 

He frowned after listening to your voicemail, already making plans to go get you after he listened to the voicemail from your job. 

"Hi Simon, this is Angelica. I wasn't sure if y/n had called you in regards to her getting sick here but I wanted to let you know because I don't feel comfortable with letting her drive home with how pale she is. We currently have her in the office resting, so if you can come get her or just let us know." 

Simon sent your boss a quick text letting her know he was on his way, before he stopped off in Price's office to ask if he could leave or not which Price agreed to without hesitation. Simon climbed into his truck and started driving towards your job. Once he got there, he parked and made his way inside where he saw Angelica already waiting for him. 

"Hey sorry we both called you but I was worried about her." Angelica said. 

"Don't worry about it, what happened?" He asked as they walked to the office. 

"It was nap time her and her assistant were in there waiting for their breaks, I think y/n was reading and then her assistant noticed her becoming pale and then y/n rush over to the trash can and started throwing up. She finally feel asleep not to long ago, I just didn't feel comfortable letting her drive in her condition." Angelica said. 

"Thank you because I would've been stressed if she had." Simon said as the walked in the office. 

He looked over and saw you sitting up chewing on some ice, as small smile appeared on your face at the sight of him. Angelica was right, you didn't look good at all, he squatted before you and placed a hand on your forehead and frowned at how hot you were. 

"Your burning up love." He said. 

"Really because I feel cold." You said to him. 

"Let's get you home sweetheart. Where's your bags?" He asked you. 

"Right here and I've already clocked her out and marked her as not coming in tomorrow." Angelica said handing him your bags. 

"Thank you. I'll be back for her car tomorrow or Saturday." He said taking them before bending down and picking you up. 

He carried you out to the truck gently setting you inside before setting your bags in the back. He climbed inside and started the truck as he looked over at you and seeing how miserable you looked. 

"Thank you for coming to get me bubs, I'm sorry you had to leave work." You said. 

"Hey don't ever apologize for needing me." He said pressing a kiss to your hand. 

[starrenati]

So I did some more. Again. I don't know how but sure did. Also wanted to share that this ff doesn't have a name for now and the doc I write in is just called "LFG ff". Thank you for your attention.

Chapter II

"Fate likes cruel jokes"

“What are you doing, bub?”

She almost fell, hearing a familiar voice. her grip on the bars loosening a little. She had to swat the air a few times and test her leg strength to get back into a sitting position. Alice glared at Logan, who was just standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. Of course he was close enough to catch her, in case she wouldn’t manage to save herself in time. 

“Are you fucking crazy? I could’ve fallen!”

“Language, young lady. And I’d catch you in time if you didn’t do that in time.” 

She rolled her eyes, getting off of the railing and now standing on the ground, still eyeing Logan with feigned anger. She couldn’t really stay mad at him for too long in that case. Somehow, he had a better grasp of her struggles than for example Wade. Why? Hard to tell. Logan wasn’t exactly the type of person to just open up and talk about his feelings or even just thoughts. 

“ So? Care to answer my question or you’ll continue on with the silent treatment?” 

He asked, raising his eyebrow. He had his guesses about what was happening yet again. 

“ Thinking. I was just thinking. And you interrupted me. Which is rude and very annoying. You should apologize and move on. How did you even know I was there? Who told you? Wade?”

Yeah, that was definitely it. Judging by how much she was speaking, the speed of her speech and amount of unnecessary words, everything fit right in place. 

“ Yes, Wade told me that you left the flat, high out of your mind, not telling anyone where you’re going. And I know you always come here when this”  he lightly tapped her forehead “ happens.” 

She only grumbled in reply, taking a half step back. Of course she didn’t want to talk about it. It was like a never healing wound. Bothering her in every possible way, hurting and bleeding from time to time, for years now. A curse. That much she could agree on. Anyone who was a telepath, ever, was cursed with a gift that takes more than it can actually give. Alice turned her eyes away, looking at the very few cars that passed the bridge. It must’ve been getting late then. Only now she felt the cold wind sink deep into her skin, reach her bones and send a chill through them. Making this whole experience even more unpleasant. Suddenly the world was real and she hated it for it. 

“ C’mon, “ he placed a hand on her shoulder, giving her a slight push in one of the directions “ let’s get inside the car. We can talk there.” 

This time she didn’t protest. Just followed his lead to a car, the cheap car that will soon probably fall apart. Was this fate meant for all of them in different ways? Each and everyone of them was a mix of pieces that were falling all over the place, held by some cheap tape. Even the dog. Maybe she would’ve found this hilarious if she would’ve still been high, but it was passing, making everything around worse and worse with each passing moment. She would’ve handled it a lot better, if the voices would finally shut up, but she was already greeted by the shriek of her mind, piercing right through her, yet she didn’t show any signs. Already used to that torture.

 She followed Logan into the car, sitting in the passenger seat and buckling her seatbelt. It was a habit by now, to make sure that if she falls out, it’d be at least with this damn seat. Nothing like a concept of comfy death. He also got in and started the car again, the soft hum of the engine filling her ears, slightly soothing the chaos in her mind. The scenery outside, so well known, yet now even more important. Each lamp, every rusty piece of railing, every painted line and the black asphalt. Simple things that looked so much different from this perspective, much less real and much more blurred. 

“ You promised you won’t smoke again.”

His voice echoed somewhere in the back of her mind, when he finally spoke up. Instead of answering she just reached out to turn on the radio. Random station and everything. Just something noisy enough to let her surface from the mess of thoughts in her mind. He sighed but didn’t push. They had time. She can talk later. 

Soon they passed the bridge, now being outside the city. The scenery filled with more and more trees, away from civilization. Now, all that was left was to go to their spot. Where many important talks already took place, many heart to heart shares of memories and troubles. The trees there already know their stories, at least the most important bits of them. After all it’s been years from that simple “Hi” that passed his and Wade’s mind one day and started all that. All this mess of yet another broken person to share their life with. However, Logan would never complain about it… Well, he maybe did but never really meant it. 

Car was filled with well known sounds of the song “Somewhere only we know”. Alice smiled a bit at the irony of the world and fate once again. Nothing happens without a reason, right? So maybe it was meant to play all along? Maybe it was supposed to be like this? Maybe the scolding was written in the stars for her long ago and there wasn’t really a way to escape all that? Why was it still heavy on her mind? The way this world works and the cruelty of fate, that definitely likes to play with people. To show them happiness just to forever tear it out of their hands and leave them hopeful but miserable. All you have left is hope, but what happens when you lose it? 

Her mind got pulled away from those thoughts, when the car came to a stop again. The clearing on a cliff. Not that far away from the city, yet far enough to feel free and sort of alone. 

“ So, again, you promised something.”

“ I know. But I had to. It got too loud, I didn’t know how to stop this anymore. I think it’s the loudest it's ever been… It’s painfull. And I have to go to work on Monday so I can’t be a walking zombie.”

“ So you decided to get high? Very reasonable. Really.”

“ Okay, sarcasm king, I know it makes no sense actually.” 

She muttered, her eyes focused on the outside still. Making out shapes of bushes and flowers in the darkness. Alice was feeling lost. It wasn’t only about the pain. It was also about how unfair it was, feeling cornered by her own mind, with no sensible way out. Like her fate was to be destroyed or destroy herself on her own. 

“ I’m jealous of normal people, you know, Logan?” She whispered, her voice barely coming over the songs from the radio. “ I wish I could just go one day with a silent mind. Without hearing thousands of things in it constantly, without having to pretend I’m all fine…”

Something was about that spot, about how it was making her so vulnerable without an issue. Just like that pushing her over that emotional edge. Tugging at her heart in all the right ways to make her believe that saying all that, out loud, would fix anything and everything. Somehow.. 

“ You remind me of someone…”

“ Charles? You used to tell me many stories about him, the great telepath and such, but how are we similar? You’ve never said about his struggles. I mean with the school and such, yes, but not with… With the thing.”

She looked at him, and he could sense that silent begging for any reassurance. For any way to prove that she wasn’t the only victim of her mind. That it wasn’t only her that suffers so much everyday. 

“ It was backfiring at him as well, something about his meds so he could walk, but wasn’t able to use his telepathy anymore…”

And that hope was gone. It was different for her again. She couldn’t stop this or trigger it. It was part of her. That pain was an inseparable part of her being it seemed. 

“ So it’s way different… If I could do anything to make it stop, I would, but I can’t. That’s the problem Logan. I can’t. I just can’t. It’s all the time under my skull, like I have a hive of pissed off bees in there, few of them even. Rushing all the time, buzzing, making it insufferable. And I have to act. I have to be fine. I can’t just pop a pill and call it a day. I tried. I was taking antidepressants, I was taking meds like a crazy person, it probably destroyed my body beyond repair with how much of them I took and it only got worse.. I… I can’t fix this.”

The vulnerability of her voice stung him deeply. The way she was nervously pulling at locks of her hair from time to time, looking somewhere ahead while her reddish eyes filled with tears, how that tone of her voice changed due to a stuffed nose. The shaking of her hands. He could only imagine how it must’ve felt. To be seen as crazy while all you’re trying to do is to survive. 

“I don’t want to suffer like that. “ More of a squeal than actual words. “ I don’t deserve this, Logan. I don’t. I didn’t do anything wrong. At least not to that point. I didn’t.. I really didn’t. I did a lot of bad things but nothing to be like that. To be cursed and damned when I just want to live.”

She was breaking in front of his very eyes. Her voice failed her more and more. Giving out more with each passing word. He reached out to her, offering her his arm to lean on. 

“ Come ‘ere…”

He didn’t know what to say. How to soothe her for now, so that was all he could do. Let the words fall and offer some support. She leaned on him immediately. Her body was shaking as she clenched her fingers around his arm, holding onto him as if he was about to disappear. 

“ I’m not a bad person… I’m just human, I’m allowed to make mistakes, so why am I punished like this? Why do I have to be a telepath? Why was I cursed? For what? So I can lose everything and everyone? Why…?”

He gently patted her hair this time. Cruel reality of being a mutant wasn’t leaving anyone, huh? It took her a bit more to regain her breath and just lean on him without a word. She knew he didn’t have the answer she wanted. Alice was never mad at him, it wasn’t his fault. It was never his fault. She glanced at the clock. They should be going back, but at the same time… Staying here was better. 

“ Can we stay for a bit longer..?”

“Sure. As long as you want.”

He saw it helped. A lot. So now he just keeps his arm around her shoulder in hopes that it helps a bit, distracts her mind enough to at least not hurt her anymore. Because, what we are without hope, right?

[little-bitty-froggy]

Hi froggie I am going to request something specific if that’s ok

Anyways I wanted to request Eddie caring for a regressed reader who hides their regression. The reader at first seems uncomfortable and put of by the other neighbours regressing but as it turns out they regress to. Eddie finds out when he catches the reader using a paci causing the reader to cry. Comfort ensues.

If you can’t that’s ok and you can add whatever headcannons you want. Okey bye —🐞

Cg: Eddie Dear

Little: Reader

Age- 2-3

Little: Wally

Age3-4

Y/n was having a rough day. All they wanted to do was relax and wined down but they couldn’t. Today they had to help out Eddie with taking care of Wally cause Frank wasn't feeling well. They dreaded on going. It's not like they where against Regression, in fact, they were a regressor themself. It's just, it makes them uncomfortable being around them. They don't know why. They love seeing others happy but it just feeling that they can't get away.

No one in the neighborhood knows that they reggress but Eddie and Y/n promested that they would never say anything until Y/n wanted to come out.

Y/n walked up to home and asked if they could walk in. Home just creaked. “Thank you.” Y/n smiled and walked to be greeted by a small puppet sucking on a blue pacifier giggling and Eddie walking around the corner following Wally. “Wally wait!!” Eddie laughed chasing after Wally. Y/n picked Wally up with a weak smile. “Why hello little one.” “oh hello Y/n. Good to see you! How ill take him.” Eddie smiled as he took Wally. Y/n and Eddie walk into the playroom and Eddie sits Wally down.

“So Y/n, how was you day?” “oh, it was alright, I just couldn't wait to see Wally. I hope Frank gets well soon though.” Y/n gives Eddie a small smile. “Yeah, he has a cold so he’ll be back after a week though.” “oh, that's good!” Y/n looks at wally confused and kneels down. “What are you going there bud?” “m pwayin wif da bwacks!” Wally giggles as he stacks the different collard blocks. Y/n seems a little uncomfortable but it's not noticeable. “I'll be right back.” “oh ok.”

Y/n walks out of the playroom, goes into the bathroom and splashes there face with cold water. “(it's ok, just a couple more hours and then you can make up an excuse)” Y/n thought, and that's when they felt a rush of fuzziness. “(NO NOT NOW!!!)” Y/n then solashes there face with water again and walks back to the play room acting like nothing happened.

“Y/n? Is something wrong?” Eddie looks concerned. “What, no no I'm fine, just tired. I didn't sleep well last night so.” “oh well if you need a break just let me know, ok?” Eddie reassures Y/n. “Thanks but I'm ok. Is there anything that I should do right now?” “um, I'm not sure. One sec.” Eddie kneels down to Wally. “Hey bub? You wanna do anything right now?” Wally shakes his head no. “ nope, nothing right now but if you want. You can sleep for a little bit on the couch and ill take care of Wally.” “Are you sure!” Y/n looks relieved that they don't have to do anything but they don't want Eddie to do everything. “I'm sure.” Eddie reassures Y/n. “ ok fine” Y/n smiles and walks out

(“Hmm, it's been over an hour. Maybe I should check up on Y/n?”) Eddie thought to himself.”Wally?” “Yah!” Wally looks up at Eddie. “I'm going to go check up on Y/n, it's that ok?” “mhm!” Wally nods and goes back to playing.

Eddie checks the bathroom, kitchen, art room and wallys bedroom but Y/n in nowhere to be found. “Y/n?!” Y/n was curled up in a corner looking half asleep. “Y/n, Buddy is everything ok?” Eddie asks as he sits next to Y/n. “Mh!” tears stream down there face. “Hey hey baby it's ok. There's no need to cry.” Eddie cups Y/n’s face in the palm of his hands. “What's wrong love?” “m sowwy.” Y/n leans into Eddie. “What are you sorry for hunny?” “m stupid, wawwy is smaww an we suppose to take cawe of him by now m smaww.” hot tears form rolling down Y/n’s cheek. Eddie picks up Y/n onto his lap

Eddie try’s to calm them down by rocking them or rubbing their back. “Feel better?” “mhm.” “you wanna stay like this for a bit and then go play Wally?” Eddie asked. Y/n thinks got a bit and nods. Eddie picks Y/n up and walks to the playroom where Wally is. He sits them down on the carpet. “Wally, I got you a little friend!” “A FWIEN!!” Wally jumps up and down. “Here!” Wally hands Y/n a red crayon. “You can cowor wif me!”

Y/n and wally end up coloring for the rest of the day while Eddie takes care of them. I guess Y/n has a new little buddy now!

I'm going to say this for all of the requests that I never got to till now. I'm REEEEAALLYYY sorry. I've been in a rough patch for a while but I'm doing somewhat better. :3 have a wonderful day, earning, night!

[seospicybin]

hiiiii cutieeeee!!! i hope u have an amazing time taking an amazing break love, make sure to eat and take care of ur mental and physical health! lots of love coming from anonieeeeeeeeeee and also keep urself safe and warm during the winter!! sleep well as well! 💗

- anonie 😚!!

I did.

I did rest a lot, I ate well but I did catch a cold a few days ago, I need to keep myself warm but I got Changbin for that so don't worry.

I recovered from the cold but my delusional level has reached a new level but hey, being delulu is the only solulu.

Thank you for caring for me, bub ❤️

[woah-were-halfway-there]

(I don't really know how to write a prompt but) A little spicy 🥲 but a dialogue prompt about Auston and Carson having a convo when he's on a road trip and he's worked up for her and a little extracurricular s happen over the phone.

Ooooof ok ok so the asks I got no one gave me actual dialogue, just concepts/scenarios hahaha 🤣😭 I meant like you guys give me a quote or two of dialogue you’d want spoken by one of the characters literally in any context and I’d write a scene around it but it’s all good I’ll try my best regardless hahaha but they’re not going to be long. Just enough to create the image. SO for this one:

It was nearing one in the morning, which was much later than Carson intended to be awake until, but with Auston being on the west coast for the next few days she didn’t want to cut their conversation short. They’d been talking on the phone over an hour, FaceTiming and just catching up with one another.

When Auston first called, Carson was in the bathtub enjoying some wine and trying to unwind a bit before going to bed. Auston wanted to unwind too, but he had a different idea on how to do so than Carson did.

“I’m surprised you’re still in the bath,” Auston said, shifting their topic of conversation. “Are you not cold?”

“Oh, no,” Carson replied. “I just keep adding some warm water. I didn’t want to get out until we were done talking.”

“You can get out, bub. Or I can let you go so you can.”

“No, no, it’s ok. I’m good. I also just left my towel over on the counter and I didn’t want to get out and be all… you know.”

Auston smirked at that, knowing exactly what Carson meant and decided to test the waters a bit, but not without teasing her a bit.

“Naked?” Auston asked bluntly and smirked even more when he saw the blush burning it’s way across his girlfriends cheeks. “I mean, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“Auston,” Carson spoke softly while shaking her head.

Auston couldn’t help but chuckle.

“What? Am I wrong?”

“No, but you don’t have to say it.”

“I think you’re severely underestimating how hot you are, babe,” Auston told her, loving how he was making her squirm.

“And here I was thinking you liked me for my personality,” Carson grumbled in response, but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at her lips too.

“I love you for your personality, the looks and body are an added bonus.”

“You’re too much.”

“And yet you’re still with me,” Auston replied and winked. Carson just shook her head, not saying anything but still smiling. It was then Auston decided he’d test the waters on taking a different approach to their conversation. “Wish I could see that body right now if I’m being completely honest.”

Carson’s smile fell at that, which had Auston thinking she may not be in the mood, but then she glanced at him on the screen under fluttered eyelashes and spoke again.

“What would you do if you could?” She asked almost whispering.

Auston exhaled.

“What I wouldn’t do is the real question. First off, I’d want to get a good look at you.”

“Good thing that can be arranged… kind of,” Carson said and before Auston knew it, she was turning her phone sideways and setting it down on a surface beside the bathtub that he couldn’t see, displaying her entirely naked upper body for him. “This is the best I can do for you.”

“Fuck,” Auston said, letting out a slight laugh at the breathless feeling he always got when looking at her so intimately. “You’re perfect.”

Carson started blushing again but kept her poker face as she leaned back against the porcelain, letting herself get comfortable.

“What would you do next?”

“I’d touch you. I couldn’t not with you looking like that, Carse. Since I can’t right now, could you do that for me?”

Carson was still blushing. Auston knew she still got shy doing this kind of stuff but he also knew that she trusted him to feel so open and vulnerable, which he didn’t take for granted. After a moment, she bit her lip nervously then nodded before bringing one hand to one of her breasts and gently squeezed while her other hand slid down off camera to where she ached for him most.

“Fuck,” Auston groaned again, not even bothering to hide how turned on he was watching her. “You’re so good for me.”

“Aus,” Carson started but had to stop as she let out a small moan, indicating she was feeling good.

“How’s that feel?”

“Really good,” Carson breathed as her movements gradually sped up. “I want you to feel good too.”

“So selfless,” Auston praised as he tugged down his track pants and boxers, freeing what was hardening with each passing second. He looked down at himself and stroked a couple of times before looking at Carson again. “Would you like to see?”

“Mhm,” Carson whimpered then let out another moan. That was enough to have Auston scrambling off the bed and rushing to the bathroom of his hotel room, making sure she could see as they pleased themselves to a release together.

[despairforme]

It was going on day - well, night three of crappy, rainy weather accompanied by a drastic drop into freezing temperatures. Earlier it had been warm enough that her work shirt and jeans were causing Roxy to sweat, but now, she was shivering, soaked to the bone from both the sweat and rain as she tredged forward through the elements. At least if it's gonna be this cold, snow, don't rain. She cast a bitter glare at the clouds above, as if the weather could hear her thoughts or cared even if it could.

A helpless, plain white business envelope shoved into an otherwise empty plastic bag crinkled against the interior of Roxanne's shirt as she gripped it tightly to her chest. A very late, last addition to Nnoitra's birthday present, or an early Christmas present, whichever worked better. On the exterior of the envelope bore a large N accompanied by the black haired, eye patch wearing stick figure, signed with a calligraphied R. She figured she'd used up all her luck for the next month - no, the next year - just getting the envelope's contents, she wasn't taking her chances of having anyone notice it and being mugged on her way to give it to him. She crept down dark alleyways, past piles of broken glass and carelessly discarded cans as she gingerly made her way across town. Thankfully it was a short walk, and being past midnight, no one in their right mind would be out in this weather at this time willingly. Nobody in their right mind, she repeated to herself with a hint of amusement.

"O-Okay bub," She chattered, voice barely above a whisper as she approached the now somewhat familiar door. "I worked my ass off for these, and I'm gonna lose what's left of my tits to this cold, so you better fuckin' like this."

Hunching over the bag gripped tightly to her sternum, she carefully unzipped through layers of coats and jackets before finally reaching the original shirt she'd been wearing and removing the itchy plastic bag from against her skin. With almost too firm of a grasp, she took hold of the envelope, inspecting it carefully to be sure it was still well sealed shut and dry, then gingerly wedged it into the doorframe as high up as she could reach. That was about eye height for him, right?

"F-fuck me, I hate winter." She muttered to herself as she hurriedly zipped back up her numerous jackets. "S-see ya around, I hope," She spoke up towards the direction of the door, as if it would respond to her. "It would be n-nice to catch up here soon. It's been way too long, I know, but I hope that you're-..."

Roxanne's train of thought suddenly came to a dead halt. The Nnoitra she remembered would usually scoff at her well wishings, no matter how genuine or not. Wishes were for kids, she nagged herself, and they sure as hell weren't kids anymore. Tucking her head to her chest as she shivered harshly, Roxanne instead buried her reddened nose in the front collars of her jackets as she felt the cold biting at her face.

"...Come see me at work." She continued with a sniffle and pulled her arms in from her sleeves, pinning them against her torso for warmth. "You can have all the cheap cheeseburgers you can eat and management can cry about it. I don't care enough about that job to fight them on it."

Roxanne turned away from the door, then paused for a moment to glance over her shoulder at the helpless envelope. It would be fine, right? Who the hell would notice it? It was damn near 3 in the morning, nobody was out... But what if someone did steal it? Or it blew away or got ruined by the rain? Then what? No good deed ever went unpunished in some way with her, but she couldn't stay here and watch it. Hypothermia doesn't seem like a fun way to die, she reminded herself. Looking around the empty stoop, then at the abandoned, flooded streets, she hesitated, glanced back at the envelope, then seemed to finally make up her mind as she exhaled a puff of steam and turned and jumped off the stoop, headed for home at last.

People could really suck, she told herself to get her attention off of her freezing extremities, but nobody ever has gotten anywhere by letting themselves sit around and pout about the unfairness of it all.

...

It was a small miracle the envelope made it overnight without getting so much as a droplet of water on it. Once opened, it contained two things: A piece of scrap paper with some scribblings on it, and tickets of some sort. The scrap of paper had one string of info on it; "McB's, M-F, 2-10 PM", and a drawing of the same fast food logo that had been on the previous bag she'd left him. That had to be where she worked, it seemed.

The tickets seemed to be to some sort of five day weekend music festival just a few towns over, a rock and metal based one it seemed based on the name. The "VIP" punched at the bottom was sure to imply something, but it couldn't be ascertained just what exactly from the vague abbreviations on the back of the ticket stubs. No doubt these had to have been expensive, and there were four of them.

...

Elsewhere, the cold mist of the morning was overtaken by the first few rays of sunlight as Roxanne lie practically comatose to the world, buried deep in a nest of blankets and pillows like a bear in hibernation. A deer stood just outside of her small yellow tent, helping itself to Roxanne's unattended box of wheaties as she blissfully snoozed the day away.

(@gildedgriffon)/(@serpent-of-feathers)

His hands were pink, borderline red from the cold. He'd lost feeling in them a couple of minutes ago. He would've kept them stuffed in his pockets, but he got paranoid as hell when he walked around without his hands at the ready. Especially at night. Especially through the shady part of town. Nnoitra had decided on a short-cut ( or rather, the rain had decided that for him ), which took him through some alleys that you'd best be prepared for a confrontation if you ventured into. There was ONE good thing about the weather ( and the fact that it was past 3 at night ) - there was nobody out. The only people Nnoitra passed were some tragic looking homeless people. Not that they should be underestimated. Who ever said a homeless dude couldn't try to shaft you? He shivered.

This was late for him to be going back home ( Ikkaku's place, was that really ' home '? ), even for him. His fight was always the main event of the evening, and saved for last. Normally it would be around midnight, maybe a little later. It would always be over quickly, simply because nobody stood a chance. Tonight's fight had gone smoothly. It wasn't HIS fault that he was walking home so late. Nah. There had been staffing issues at the bar. The new guy hadn't turned up, or - he HAD turned up, but he'd turned up in hospital, like some fucking jackass. Nnoitra didn't give a shit about that. There was nobody else who could step in, and so HE had been asked to man the bar. It was the last thing in the world he wanted, but at the same time... Grimmjow had worked there. Walked the steps behind the counter. Touched the glasses and bottles. Somehow, that had made Nnoitra unable to say no. He missed him. Missed him so much he thought it would fucking kill him any day. Pathetic, wasn't it?

In any case, he'd reluctantly accepted filling in for the night. He knew jack-shit about bar tending. That hadn't been a problem. The bar had been FILLED with people who were there just to talk to him. His ' fans ' or whatever. People who came every night only to watch him fight. Nnoitra liked that people admired him. However, after two hours of intense attention... He could say that he'd had MORE than enough. At least nobody cared that he was unable to mix up drinks. He wouldn't say it had been a BAD experience, but certainly exhausting. And he'd been unable to think about anything other than Grimmjow the whole time. To complete the night - he now had to walk home in the coldest rain in history. He felt pretty gloomy.

He might not be lucky with the weather, but at least he didn't get fucking JUMPED on his way home. He got back safely ( though drenched to the bone and freezing ). With numb fingers, he fished his ( Ikkaku's ) keys out of his pocket, struggling to unlock the door. Then he spotted something ON the door. It looked like someone had tried to push some paper in through the gap between the door and the doorframe. It looked like an envelope. For fuck's sake, didn't the mail-man know there was a fucking MAIL BOX right over there? Annoyed, Nnoitra yanked the envelope free. He assumed it was for Ikkaku - it wasn't. When he realized this, his annoyance immediately switched to curiosity. He RARELY got mail.

Back in his room, Nnoitra shook his head like a wet dog, his long hair splashing a little bit of water everywhere ( including his bed - he did not think that through ). His fingers were stiff from the cold, but he was too impatient to wait. He flopped down onto the bed, the mattress bouncing gently from the added weight. Nnoitra opened the letter.

It was probably because of his birthday present, that he quickly realized who this letter was from. The stick figure, the writing - this was from Roxanne. Nnoitra looked at the letters written on the scrap piece of paper. His tired brain TRIED to comprehend. WHY did she have to write in coded messages? The cogs in his head were struggling to turn. In the end, he really was too tired to even understand what the letters meant. He'd give it another try tomorrow ( or ask Ikkaku, who, unlike himself, was not fucking retarded ). He moved onto the other content in the envelope. Tickets. SEVERAL tickets. They were for a music festival in a neighboring city that Nnoitra had never been to. It was hard to miss the VIP-stamp on them. Even if he was tired ( and depressed as fuck ), he had to admit this intrigued him. Being a VIP on a music festival... He liked the thought of that. He had no idea what he'd do with four of them though... One was for Roxanne herself, of course, since she had gotten the tickets in the first place. Who else could he bring though? Nnoitra lay back in bed, still fully clothes in his wet pants and hoodie. Tomorrow... He was going to figure out the mysterious message... Yeah, tomorrow. / @serpent-of-feathers , @xx-gold-n-sunshine-xx .