#feels good to be able to say that this is pretty much over

[oopsiedaisydeer]

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…𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺

smut, established relationship, angst, inexperienced reader, p in v, spitting, praise, reassurance, softdom!matt, first time (ish), fingering

requested here!

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Matt was warm everywhere. Warm mouth, warm hands, warm breath at your ear as he laid you back against his sheets and kissed his way down your throat.

“You’re sure?” he whispered, lips at your collarbone. “Last chance, sweetheart.”

You nodded quickly, too full of want to say much more. “I want to.”

“Okay,” he said softly. “I’ve got you.”

He kissed you again. Deep, slow, tongue slipping between your lips, and pushed your thighs apart with his knees. You were bare beneath him, skin prickling with nerves, heart pounding in your chest. You could already feel his cock, hard and heavy, dragging slow across your center as he moved above you.

You gasped when he lined himself up, breath catching when he pressed the tip to your entrance. But then, nothing. Just pressure. A tight stretch that made your thighs tense and your throat close up a little.

Matt’s hips barely rocked, easing forward, but you winced and stiffened beneath him.

He stopped immediately. “Shit, did I hurt you?”

You swallowed, blinking fast. “No. I mean… not really. It just won’t go in.”

He sat back on his knees, still between your thighs, brows drawn together. “It’s okay. Hey, hey, look at me.”

You did, even though your eyes were starting to sting. “I don’t think I’m wet enough,” you whispered. “I thought I was, but, fuck, I’m sorry…”

“Stop.” His voice was quiet but firm. His hands came to your thighs, squeezing gently. “Don’t you dare say sorry. There’s nothing wrong. You hear me?”

Your throat was tight. “I just… I wanted it to be good.”

“It is good,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. “You’re letting me see you like this. Letting me take care of you. That’s so good.”

You blinked up at him, wide-eyed and a little breathless.

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he murmured. “I’ll help.”

You did, slowly, and watched as Matt leaned back and brought two fingers to his mouth. He held your gaze as he spit into them, slow and deliberate, hot against his skin, and brought his hand between your thighs. You shivered when his fingers met your folds, spreading the wetness over you with slow circles, soft pressure, deliberate care.

“Feels better already,” he said lowly, more to himself than to you. “God, your pussy’s so pretty. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

You nodded quickly, too caught up in the building heat between your legs to form anything coherent. His fingers pressed slightly harder, making small, deliberate circles around your clit, and you gasped, your body instinctively arching toward his hand, heat already pooling in your gut.

You whimpered as he slipped a finger inside you, just one, curling it gently while he watched your face. Then another, stretching you slow, rubbing the slick around and in you. You were already breathing heavier, hips starting to rock toward his hand without even thinking.

“There she is,” he whispered, grinning when your breath caught. “Knew you just needed a little help.”

You felt hot everywhere. “That feels so much better.”

“Yeah? Think you’re ready for more?”

“Please,” you said, barely able to get the word out.

Matt kissed you again, fingers slipping free. He stroked himself once, twice, spreading his spit along his length before guiding the tip back to your entrance. He pressed in slowly this time, watching your face, breathing heavy as he eased inch by inch inside you.

“Oh my god,” he groaned when he bottomed out. “You feel so good. So warm.”

You gasped at the stretch, but it didn’t burn like before. Just full. Deep. Right.

“Doing okay?” he asked, voice low and careful.

You nodded, clinging to his shoulders. “Feels good. Just don’t move yet.”

“I’ll stay right here,” he promised, kissing your jaw, your cheek, your mouth. “We’ll go as slow as you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

And he didn’t. Not until your hips started to rock up into his, and your body told him it was okay to move. Not until your breath turned to moans and your hands pulled him closer. Not until he made you feel exactly how he’d promised: safe, cared for, ruined in the softest way.

His hips moved slowly, dragging against you, the pace languid and teasing, every inch of him brushing against the deepest parts of you. He kept his thumb on your clit, rubbing it with slow, gentle circles, and your body tightened around him, every nerve sensitive to his touch.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered, breath heavy as he pulled back just enough to thrust into you again. “You’re doing so good for me.”

You moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly. “It’s... it feels so good, Matt. So full.”

His smile was soft, but his eyes were dark with want. “I can feel you squeezing me.” His lips grazed your ear. “You feel that?”

You nodded, gasping as he shifted, pushing deeper inside you, and your body responded — your clit aching, sensitive. His thumb brushed over the sensitive little nub just once, a whisper of pressure, but it made you buck against him, the sensation sharp and needy.

“God, baby,” he breathed, watching you writhe beneath him. “You’re so fucking responsive. I’m gonna take care of you, don’t worry.”

You moaned again, a soft, needy sound, feeling him shift to angle his thrusts. He leaned down, kissing your neck, his tongue trailing slowly to your collarbone. He was so gentle with you, but the way his hips moved, dragging against you, the soft press of his thumb to your clit, it was too much. Too good.

“More,” you gasped, your fingers digging into his arms. “Please, Matt.”

His thumb rubbed your clit again, slow, enough to make your stomach tighten. You gasped at the feeling, feeling everything too intensely as he kept thrusting in slow, measured motions, dragging each stroke out as though he had all the time in the world to make you feel good. But when he pulled back, just a little, you whimpered, a frown crossing your face.

“It’s... not enough,” you breathed out, biting your lip, feeling the heat build but still not quite where you wanted to be.

He tilted his head slightly, those dark eyes flicking to yours with a knowing gaze. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, his voice full of quiet authority. “I’ll make you come, baby. Just let me.”

He withdrew slightly and shifted his position again. “Let me.” He slipped his fingers down between you both, tapping a little spit onto his fingers before pressing them gently against your clit. His touch was slow, a mix of heat and slick, and it made you gasp, thighs trembling.

“You’re so wet now,” he muttered, the sound of his voice vibrating through your skin. “Feel that? That’s all you, baby. All you.”

You moaned, your hands gripping the sheets as he worked his fingers over your clit, dragging the sensation out in slow, deliberate circles, making your entire body burn with desire. It wasn’t rough. It wasn’t harsh. It was just so slow, each touch intended to make you come undone.

His thumb pressed harder against your clit, just the right amount of pressure to make your hips twitch toward him. Your breath hitched in your chest, and you tried to steady yourself, but the pleasure kept building, higher and higher. You couldn’t help it; your body was taking over, moving with him now, his cock filling you just right, his fingers working you into a frenzy.

“More,” you gasped. “Please, more, Matt.”

He smiled down at you, grinning just a little, but his eyes were dark with desire. “So desperate for me, huh?”

You nodded, unable to find the words. “I need you.”

“Tell me what you need.” His voice was low, almost possessive.

You gasped, struggling to speak as his pace quickened slightly, and you could feel every inch of him, dragging against you. “I, I need you to make me come,” you finally managed to say, your voice a desperate whisper. “Please.”

Matt’s eyes softened, his hand moving to grip your hip, holding you steady as he pulled all the way out. “You’re doing so fucking well for me. Gonna make you feel every inch, love the way you squirm under me.”

When he thrust back into you, the pace was deeper now, and each stroke made your body melt, every inch of you feeling like it was being stretched and filled in the most perfect way. He kept his thumb on your clit, rubbing it with enough pressure that you felt your whole body clench around him, almost involuntarily. Your moans grew louder, more frantic, but he kept the rhythm steady, just gentle enough to keep you on the edge without pushing you over.

He kissed your lips, his breath heavy against yours. “You close, baby?” His thumb pressed harder, just a little, enough to make your hips buck against his, your back arching off the bed.

“Yeah,” you gasped, eyes fluttering closed. “Please, Matt. I’m close...”

And then it hit, so fast, too much to catch your breath as your body tensed, everything tightening, the pleasure overwhelming. You cried out as your orgasm broke through you, waves of pleasure crashing over your body. His thumb never left your clit, still circling, coaxing the last bits of pleasure from you as your body quivered beneath him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with pride and affection. “You’re perfect.”

You could barely respond, your body still trembling beneath him, but he didn’t stop. He kept going, his cock still buried deep inside you, his hand never leaving your clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles to keep you riding the high.

“You’re so wet now,” he whispered, his voice rough. “Such a good girl for me. Just let go, baby.”

You moaned, not even sure if you could hold onto anything, just letting him take over, his cock moving in and out of you, his thumb never stopping its pressure. Everything felt like too much and not enough at the same time.

Finally, when your body couldn’t take anymore, Matt slowed his thrusts, his movements tender now, each one slow and deep, helping you come down from the high. You could feel him there, inside you, still hard but gentle, holding you through it all.

He kissed you, softly, slowly, his forehead resting against yours. “You okay?” he whispered.

You nodded, a small smile on your lips. “Yeah… yeah, that was…”

“Good,” he finished for you, his smile warm and affectionate. “You’re perfect.”

You felt a gentle rush of warmth in your chest, letting the safe, caring feeling of the moment wash over you.

@bernardsbendystraws for the dividers ꨄ

a/n: i really enjoyed writing this sdbdjbsj i hope u all enjoy

[hughes-your-daddy]

Idk if you listen to Sabrina but in good graces where she says “break my heart and I swear I’m moving on to your favorite athlete” and now popstar!reader is in a happy but private relationship with Quinn. Her ex thought he could win her back after buying backstage passes and thinks he’s lucky to also meet his favorite athlete backstage only to find out Quinn and reader are together and Quinn is lowkey pretty protective of her

good graces

pairing: quinn hughes x singer!reader

summary: requested above

warning: creepy ex, mild sa

“i’m excited to see you perform baby,” quinn smiles, thumb running over your knuckles as you drive to the arena in the uber.

you had been asked to perform at the nhl all star game at half time, so here you are arriving at the arena for a sound check, ahead of tonight’s performance.

a few of the hockey players would also be there to do some pr, but hopefully none of them should be watching. well, quinn has made it his mission to sneak a peek since he won’t be able to watch tonight.

you quickly arrive, hopping out and grabbing your bag. thankfully there isn’t any paparazzi yet so getting inside is easy. you get taken through to a dressing room area where you and quinn dump your stuff before he moves to meet some of the other players for their pr.

you meet your manager at the rink, seeing the stage set up ontop of the ice like it will be tonight.

“ok so we have a lineup of taste, good graces and espresso, we’ll just need to sound check good graces since it’s a new one.” the stage manager says as you nod, pulling your hoodie tighter around you as you step out onto the ice, uggs keeping your feet warm and stepping onto the stage.

you say a quick hello to your band before starting to check vocals a little bit, saving your energy for tonight you just stay by your mic stand.

you finish good graces and before the music cuts out you hear clapping. confused your eyes drift over to the side of the rink where a group of players are stood, quinn at the centre of them clapping.

you see his smile, wide across his face. as he cups his mouth sending a whoop your way. you giggle slightly at the group before going back to sound check mode, your manager speaking over your in ears.

“we good?” you ask down the mic, your sound desk man sending you a quick thumbs up. you give them one back before handing the mic off to a sound tech and hopping down heading over to quinn.

“you were great baby,” he smiles, pulling you in for a tight hug, pressing a kiss to your temple, “i love that new song,” he whispers making me chuckle.

“you like your line?” you ask seeming him grin wide, nodding his head.

“that’s my sister in law everyone.” you hear jack call out making everyone laugh.

quinn sends him a glare, luke knocking him over the head, as his teammates giggle. quinn hasn’t asked you yet, but there’s been subtle signs, from both of you even his family that you’re ready to take it to the next level.

you say a quick hello to all the other players before you heading back to the dressing room, quinn trailing behind.

“i’m gonna head back to the hotel, do you know how much longer you’ll be?” you ask, grabbing your bag and sliding quinn’s jacket on.

“probably an hour or so.” he smiles, coming up to wrap his arms around your waist, resting his heirs head in the crook of your neck. you let your hands come up tangling in the curls at the base of his neck.

“want me to grab you some lunch on the way back?” you ask, feeling his smile against your neck, nodding.

“that would be insane thank you.” he mumbles before pulling away pressing his lips to yours. you smile into the kiss letting your hands tangle further into his curls before pulling away.

“i’ll see you later baby.” he smiles before you press one more quick kiss to his lips and leaving. you stop by a small cafe on the way back getting two chicken salads and a smoothie before heading back to the hotel.

you decide to just lounge abit, watching a bit of netflix while eating and then showering, before your glam team arrive, starting to set up in the room. you change into a small tank top, easy to take on and off after your makeup and hair when quinn comes back.

“hiya baby.” he smiles pressing a quick kiss to your lips before heading off to the bedroom to have his pre game nap.

your makeup artists does your signature rosey glam, with your hair stylist doing some hollywood curls, setting them in place with some hairspray.

your hairstylist is just finishing your hair when quinn pops in, still half asleep from his nap.

“i’m gonna shower now babe, jack and luke are gonna come up so we can head down together.” he smiles as you nod.

“i just need to get my dress on so we shouldn’t be long.” you smile before he disappears to the bathroom, jumping in the shower.

your hairstylist finishes and your given your dress to change into. you quickly thank them before heading through to the bedroom, hearing the shower in the en-suite still running.

you take off your sweats and tank top, also removing your bra since you can’t wear one with your dress before jumping at the sound of a wolf whistle.

“jesus christ quinn.” you laugh, seeing him walk out with a towel hung low around his waist. he comes over, setting his hands on your waist, a few water droplets covering your chest.

“baby, i got to get ready.” you smile, pushing a few wet curls off his forehead to stop them from dripping.

“do we have to go?” he whines causing you to laugh.

“well i think your captain if you team and im performing under a contract so i think so.” you reply sarcastically before he pressing a kiss to your neck, nothing sexual, just loving since he knows he can’t actually kiss you because your makeup artist would kill him.

“hurry up and dry off so you can zip me up.” you smile, patting his chest as he laughs, moving away to get ready.

you change your panties as well, before moving across to slide your dress on. the gold slip dress, corseted top slides on over your body, opting for a strapless look.

“can you zip me up please.” you ask quinn through the mirror. he walks over, shirtless in dress pants, zipping up your dress before pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“you look beautiful baby.” he whispers, wrapping his arms around your waist, letting his head rest on your shoulder, looking at you through the mirror.

“mmh, you should go for the shirtless look.” you giggle causing his to laugh before pulling away to finish getting ready.

you move back into the open area of your room, your stylist tying the corset before help you step into your loubiton heels.

you stand to take a few pictures before quinn comes out of the bedroom, dressed in a black suite, with a matching black tie, letting his curls breathe today, no beanie.

he stands back watching you for a bit before you motion for him to join you.

“just a few pictures babe?” you smile and he hesitates for a moment before joking you, letting you team take a few pictures before jack and luke are coming in, smiling when seeing both of you.

“hiya.” you smile giving each of them a hug.

“yous both look great.” jack smiles, pulling away as luke hugs you.

yous take a few pictures all together before your driver is ready to take all of you to the arena.

you head down to the lobby where there is a few paparazzi waiting outside the hotel since most of the players are staying here. you wave to a few, quinn’s hand staying on your lower back, offering a hand to help you into the car, before jack and luke hop in as well.

the drive isn’t too long and soon enough your stepping out heading onto the red carpet. you take a few solo pictures before quinn joins you, wrapping his arm around your waist, yours moving to the middle of his back, tapping your fingers gently, a little code you both have when in public situations.

he looks over to you, matching your smile before continuing to move down the line, jack and luke joining again for a group one before heading inside.

“love you baby, i’ll see you at half time ok?” quinn says, pulling you aside from the hustle and bustle, slipping into a side corridor.

“i did t get to tell you but you look really handsome tonight quinn.” you smile, a blush creeping on both your cheeks.

“not as hot as you though,” he smirks, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, “can’t wait for tonight.” he mumbles against your lips before pulling away and heading down the corridor to the players room.

you giggle to yourself before heading down to your own dressing room where your glam team are setting up.

they help you out of your dress and get into some sweats and a shirt to wait in before having to get ready. you watch the game on a small monitor on the wall, before needing to get into your performance outfit, your team doing a few touchups and heading out to the arena.

you see the teams heading off before being escorted to the side of the stage which is being pushed onto the rink quickly by tech teams.

you begin performer “good graces” a new song with your back up dancers hearing the arena roar at “Break my heart, and I swear I'm movin' on with your favorite athlete.”

yours and quinn’s relationship hadn’t been quiet as such but you hadn’t made a big thing about it in public, simply just letting the public see whatever they see, you and quinn just being a regular couple, so hearing that line made the fans go crazy.

you finish up your set, waving goodbye to the arena, but one person catches your eye, someone who you thought you’d left 4 years ago, someone quinn saved you from.

your breath catches in your throat as his eyebrow raises at your eye contact before you keep your composure moving off the stage quickly walking through the corridors.

you space out, letting people move around you, someone taking your microphone, removing your mic pack before your free to go. you find your breath for a minute heading back to the dressing room, your glam team waiting outside.

“give me a minute yeh?” you say politely, flashing a small smile as they nod, letting you inside.

you quickly head in, leaning back against the door closing your eyes and taking a breath. you try to take a few calming breaths before jumping at a voice.

“very nice performance y/n.” he says, and you freeze, looking forward and seeing him, stood there, hands in pockets smirk on his face.

“that lyric huh? you knew hughes was a favourite of mine?” he asks, slowly walking over. your hand darts to the handle, but his is quicker grabbing your wrist.

“what do you want?” you ask, voice wavering of slightly, his grip tightening around your waist.

“i want you back, fuck that hughes boy.” he says getting closer, before he drags you away from the door, flinging you into the small sofa, your head hitting the wall, sending you into a dazed world.

he lets out a small chuckle before you see his blurry figure walk towards you again, towering over your figure.

“you always were good to me.” he says, leaving down, as you try to squirm away. you feel your breathing pick up, his grip tightening one again on each of your wrists, pining you down from moving. you feel tears well up and slowly fall, as your body starts to succumb to what’s happening.

“get the fuck off of her,” you hear a voice yell before he’s being pulled off of you by security, quinn wrapping you up in his arms, “baby, i’m here, breathe baby.” he soothes as you break in his arms, hear still half off from the break.

he holds you for a few minutes before you find your breathing begin to settle again, the room now empty of security, just you and quinn.

“that’s it baby, just keep breathing.” he says, grand brushing over your hair.

“i tried to get away quinn.” you whisper, his lips finding your temple, pressing a soft kiss to it.

“i know baby, but they’ve got him now,” he whispers, letting his head rest on yours as you pull away wincing, “baby, you hurt?” he asks, quickly pulling away at your flinching.

that’s when you realise how deep the ache is in your head.

“i hit my head, he through me against the wall,” you mumble, his hand coming up to check your head, his brows furrowing at the small bump starting to appear on the back of your head.

“i’m gonna get a medic to come check you baby.” quinn says, finger gently grazing over your head.

“don’t you have a game to play?” you ask, sniffling slightly, wiping your nose.

“they can go one without me, just an all star game, nothing serious.” he says sending you a soft smile, before moving to poke his head out the door calling for a medic.

they come in and check your head, doing a concussion protocol to see you have a very small one, nothing too serious but they tell quinn to keep an eye on you.

“let’s get you changed baby, we’ll head back to the hotel.” he smiles, moving across to your bag, pulling out your sweats and his hoodie, helping you get changed out of your outfit into some comfier clothes.

“give me 5 mins baby, im gonna go grab my stuff and ill be right back.” he says, pressing f a soft kiss to your forehead before quickly leaving, letting you rest against the couch, holding a small ice pack the medic gave you against your head.

as promised quinn is back in no time, hurriedly dressed in a hoodie and some shorts, sliders on, hair tossled from the sweat of the first game.

“ok baby, got an uber waiting outside, you think you can walk?” he asks and you nod, quinn moving to pack a couple things in your bag before slinging it on your shoulder and moving to help you up. he slides an arm around you waists before you walk out, security buzzing around the building each sending you a sympathetic smile as you pass.

quinn helps you into the uber before your back off to the hotel, your head falling to rest on his shoulder, as you drive back.

“you gotta stay awake baby.” quinn mumbles, gently nudging you as your eyes start to droop.

you manage to stay awake for the rest of the ride before you heading back up to your room, quinn swiping you room card and guiding you inside.

“lay down baby, i’ll order us some food, you’ve got to eat something.” he smiles, laying you down on your bed. you climb under the covers, letting your head fall back into the soft pillows.

you feel the bed dip beside you, your eyes fluttering open, moving to rest your head on his chest, his arms wrapping around you.

“they’ve arrested him.” he mumbles, you nodding against his chest, “gonna make sure he can never find you again ok?” he says, as you move to look up at him.

“that’s twice now you’ve saved me.” you say huffing out a small laugh, quinn copying.

“mmh, knight in shining armour.” he smiles, brushing your hair back, “i’ll always be here baby, but hopefully it’ll never happen again.” he says, hand moving to cradle your cheek, “i promise.” he says before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“relax baby, i’ll wake you when the food gets here.” he smiles before you rest yourself back against his chest, letting yourself relax a bit for the first time since he appeared.

[lostinlovingrevery]

TALK ABOUT LOGAN U SAY

anywayssss

I’m getting sick 😭😭 and I am terrible at taking care of myself. I don’t really drink water and I’m bad at eating and I don’t take medicine bc im lazy sooo low key I need Logan to come and tell me im an idiot and cuddle me and be my nurse tyvm

ROOOOOOOOOOOSE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF@!!!!!!!!

I say, as I didnt eat until 7:30 pm for the first time since I woke up at 6am, don't remember the last time i drink water, and used to skip taking medication when i had them

I hope you start feeling better!! Load up on vitamins, fruit, protein, hell take some gummy vitamins if you can. drink some orange juice!!!

Logan would be SUUUUUUUCH A GOOD CARETAKER!!!!!! HONESTLY!!! I think he would love doing it. I think initially he would have trouble warming up (like yknow first coming to the mansion or whatever situation you and logan find yourselves in) but like its canon he makes food and does nice things for others once he's settled in to the mansion.

and when hes got you????? LORD.

LOGAN TAKING CARE OF YOU HEADCANONS!!!!!!

he'll definitely nag your ass. Professional Nagging Champion over here. only because he wants you to take care of yourself

maybe at one point he acts nonchalant, "im not your babysitter" howlett but inside he's secretly raging over the fact that you're complaining of a headache meanwhile all you ate was a fruit snack today. Okay no more being "Cool guy" howlett. he wants to take care of you (think abotu what you do for him!!!)

He'll have alarms set on his phone (that he barely understands how to use but he figured that part out at least). even when he's out and without you he'll be texting you to take your meds

will probs be the one to grab your medicine case too when leaving

Like i said, I think Logan is a pretty good cook- okay, MAYBE X1/worst/old man Logan was on the road/struggling to survive and barely cooked the entire time but I still think he'd be sooo good at it. make the yummiest, healthiest meals

(NO MICROWAVES)

Will learn your favorite recipes and make them on days he notices you're more rundown. He won't tell you on purpose bc he loves seeing the happy surprise on your face when you come into the kitchen

will bring you sliced fruit. ultimate act of love for me.

will buy you a water bottle and check on it to make sure you're drinking and also make you drink water whenever he's around

he's not super loud about it. when he takes care of you. obvious, but not loud.

like setting a water bottle firmly in front of you, or bringing you food but not saying a word about it. its just how he expresses his love. actions, not words. (when you're in private that might be a lil different tho...)

when he notices you're rundown, got the sniffles, looking sicker than usual in general he'll force you to take a nap with him under the premise of snuggling, but really its to get you to rest (but also snuggles. you cannot tell me this man is not the biggest cuddle bug on earth. im not just saying that bc i wanna cuddle with him. i truly think he would love cuddling and would be silently grumpy if he couldn't get the morning snuggles with you)

will give you massages to help you feel better

listen. listen. those massages always lead to something more. unless you're seriously ill. you're getting fucked.

will get protective and pissy to anyone(sorry scott) around you who start nagging you about paperwork, work in general, and whatever else. he knows you're doing your best and he's not gonna take shit or let you take shit from anyone

so so so comforting on your bad days. lots of hugs. kisses. reassurance. cursing out anyone who made you feel bad (either in private or to their faces logan doesn't care)

don't be concerned about his stoic ways when he does these things for you. he absolutely delights in doing so. living so long as a soldier, a weapon- he didn't think he'd be capable of being soft, affectionate, taking care of some one. now you're here and you help him so much and to be able to both return the favor and truly commit to his love is such a wonderful thing for him.

if you mention your feet being sore just once he'll want to carry you around the rest of the day. he just likes parading you around in his arms

when you're sick sick, nurse logan on the way.

sorry to anyone else that may try to help you because logan will straight up shove them out of the way.

hes tucking you in bed and giving you ALL the snuggles. checking your temp constantly. making you homemade comfort food. getting you the medicine you need. also I feel like he would try it just to see how it tastes since he never needs to take it. prepare for a rant of disgusts and then he goes out of his way to find better and tastier alternatives for you.

talks SO gently to you as well. he really is a lover boy <3

i actually have a request for logan taking care of a sick reader so i'll save some stuff for that

will curse under his breath tho, about sharing healing factors cause he really hates that you can't be well. at least he can coddle you though

will be that bitch and get you to do things for yourself by calling you sweet petnames and asking "for me, princess?" with that stupid charming smile that you cant resist and he KNOWS. screw you logan now im eating a balanced breakfast and taking my multivitamins.

[subbyboysgalore]

, ,,,, picturing minami getting railed by reader to the point he loses all. his. composure. and is begging to get cummed in. ( = ⩊ = )

a/n: got this ask and started giggling evilly to myself i love it. to the point i locked in and wrote it all in 2 hours right after i got it.

tags: reader has a dick/strap

type: minific, 752 words

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railing minami <33

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Minami was so frustrating sometimes. All you wanted to do to him is make him let loose for a little bit. Just a little! Is that too much to ask? Apparently so, because every time you try to fluster him, to trip him up, he always stays calm and collected. It's charming, really, but it makes you want to break his mask sometimes.

Not to mention how illegally pretty he is. Even his voice is pretty, soft and composed in a way that makes you want to hang on to every word. It's so pretty that you daydream about how pretty he'll sound like, broken into a whining mess.

Honestly, that's why you couldn't help but laugh a little into your palm right now. Rocking your hips forward, you watched as his pretty back moved, hands gripping the sheets. Minami's face was buried in the pillows, muffling whatever sound he produced.

Earlier, he'd asked for it ever so politely, to be able to hide his face. You teased him that you'd get him to whine and beg at one point anyways, so there was really no point. It really was something you looked forward to.

"Come on Mina, I wanna hear your pretty sounds.."

Bending forward to get closer to his ear, you practically whined at him, impatient. Who could blame you? Here he was, shaking and dripping all over the bed and all the sounds coming out of his mouth here absorbed by that stupid pillow. His composed act was crumbling right in front of you, and he wouldn't let you hear it? How unfair.

"Please, Minaaa.."

How unfair. Not fair that you were the pathetic one here, gripping his hips like it was a lifeline. Not fair how you were the one cuddling closer to his back, intentionally driving your cock deeper in him to get a louder reaction from him. He was only giving you crumbs! His muffled moans weren't enough..

"Mina please, if you don't tell me that you're feeling good I might get sad and stop. Minaa.."

At that, he let out a gasp, both at your harsh thrust in him and your words. Of course, the both of you knew it was just teasing. It was obvious by the way he clenched a fist around the blankets that he was feeling so, indescribably good. He felt so filled up, so hot everywhere, it was impossible not to be loud. The threat of being edged though.. it was something you might actually do. He wasn't feeling in the mood to be deprived of pleasure today, not after he was about to snap.

Finally, finally, he turned his head to the side, light hair covering parts of his face. Oh, he was just so beautiful..

Reaching out your hand, you tucked his hair behind his ear, smoothing it down. It was a contrast to the harsh way you slammed into him just seconds earlier, and you smiled at the thought.

"Your voice is too pretty to hide it, so please."

Before he could reply, you slammed back into him, making Minami choke on whatever sentence he was going to say. His body went limp again, scarlet eyes widening.

"Ah-! Slow down, I'll- mmnh!"

God, his jumbled begging sounded like music to your ears. His soft singing voice, twisted into cute pleading just for you.

"Talk more, I wanna know how you feel Mina, I wanna see how you finally break under me."

He tried to hold back, he really did. But the way you pushed into him, pressing up against all the right spots made him wheeze, made his eyes see white. The wet sounds between his legs just grew louder, and he couldn't help but melt and whimper into the mattress.

"P-ple.. please.. ah-! Don't.. don't stop, please. I want-"

A grin stretched across your face, both mischief and endearment tangling itself in your mind. He sounds adorable.

"Want what, Minami?"

Each syllable of his nickname was interrupted with a harsh thrust into him, making him yelp each time.

"Please. Co- Come in me, I want- want you filling me up- gh-!"

Honestly, you were a bit surprised. Minami usually wasn't this straightforward about this sort of thing, ever. Must have fucked him so good that his braincells stopped working, consumed by white hot pleasure spreading throughout his body. He'd never beg like this normally. How adorable.

"Minami.. even your begging is so pretty.. more.. I want more."

Can anyone blame you for being greedy for him?

[jammyjamster]

@2uselemon asked 4 a list of each event so here it is

The Buried

Arthur’s claustrophobia in the Larson estate mines, him falling down holes, prison pits, the bedrock, this is self explanatory

The Corruption

Horig’s curse mainly, but i’m gonna get a bit character analysis-y (which im not very good at); i think arthur isnt able to maintain relationships well, he’s either too much or too little. he craves human contact, to love and be loved, but he doesnt know how (ie orphaned at a young age, aromantic (not canon but come on) in the 1930s, bella and faroe). that’s what causes him to be deeply codependent with John, to lash out at him but not want him to leave. kinda silly how he’s friends with a fractured entity of a god who stole his eyes and killed his only friend and yet says that he loves him. also ‘you call it madness (but i call it love)’ fits well here

The Dark

Larson’s estate is back again, with the monster that stabbed Arthur. also that pit with that other monster back in season 2. ALSO the fact that he isnt able 2 see

The Desolation

The lighter, fire-roe, but also the complete loss. he has lost everything, all of his closest friends, his eyes and his mind. very desolation-coded to me

The End

Life is loss, everyone around him dying, the fact that HE keeps dying. i mean you can disregard the losing everyone around him and assign that as desolation, but you cant deny that the fact that he has legitimately died OVER and OVER again makes him somewhat End coded

The Eye

Entity took his eyes. he wants to know everything (especially season 1). eyes play a big theme. cmon.

The Flesh

Now THIS was hard to assign, but our lord and saviour The Wager saves us with the ‘its just a body’ with antoine. wooden pinky can also work, but that scene really sells it for me

i forgoy about mr faust,, forgive me…. forgive me…. i forgot about mr faust,,,….

The Hunt

my guy keeps getting hunted by gods and monsters what do you want me to say just listen to the podcast

The Lonely

The bedrock. thats it. also i view The Lonely and The Corruption really close to each other, so just look above for the yearning for love yet not receiving it. oh and the lighthouse i consider that pretty Lonely core

The Slaughter

season 3

The Spiral

The Madness episode, and the dream sequence with Scratch comes first to mind. but literally every episode counts

The Stranger

THIS is a hard one, but if we’re going for the more popularly characterised The Stranger, then i guess?? The King in Yellow’s dancers? they were always very Stranger core to me. But with the lesser utilised characterisation, Arthur being afraid of the unknown also fits.

The Vast

This was the hardest to choose, but after some discussion i feel this somewhat fits. while Arthur 100% doesn’t feel insignificant, the feeling of falling, and the desert in the dreamlands is somewhat Good Enough. i’m still unsure about this however so pls rb/comment if you have any suggestions

edit: I FORGOT ABOUT ARTHUR BEING DEPRESSED ABOUT HIS CHOICES NOT MATTERING IN THE HOTEL EPISODE i think that counts as fear of insignificance

The Web

he’s a massive liar, all of his choices are manipulated by the patreons, being manipulated by John, he can never catch a break. just listen to The Suspects/the castle arc and you’ll see how Web coded he is

THATS ALL god my hand hurts

regarding whether arthur would be able to cause the eyepocalypse

[johnwickb1tsch]

Sympathy for the Devil ~ 24

A Donaka Mark x housekeeper!Reader fic, based on @discoscoob 's concept & bot! An unlikely flirtation turns into a dark obsession... Warnings: Donaka Mark is a bad man with a soft spot for you. dark romance, possessive behavior, nonconsensual voyeurism, red flag red flag girl!🔺, psychological games, power imbalance, eventual dubcon/nsfw/involuntary captivity. -> all chapters

Twenty-four.

One day you happen to notice the parameters of your internet connection seem to have changed. You were able to access things like news sites and youtube before, but not your email or any kind of social media where you could reach out to someone.

You’re not sure when all that changed, but you find you’re actually able to log into your email.  

There is so much junk mail in your inbox your head hurts. 

Even more curious, you try Facebook. 

There are a handful of messages from your friends, wondering when you’ll be coming home. You’ve stayed past the limit of your visa now, and you just kind of assumed Donaka must have taken care of that for you. You don’t know what to say, and you’re certain Donaka will be able to check on your activity somehow, so you ignore them for now. It weighs like a stone in your belly, but there’s nothing for it. The last post you made was on your birthday, a picture of the Night Market and thanking everyone for their well wishes. 

It feels like a lifetime ago, now.  

You also notice that a certain ex-boyfriend has been blowing up your messages, asking to meet up since he sees you’re in Asia. Something else you don’t dare pursue, even to tell him off, though seeing his self-assured words makes you feel sick in a very different way. You’d think you would have noticed the signs of a true narcissist early on, considering your mother, but you’d stayed with him far longer than you should have because you’d been stupidly in love with the man he was when things were good.

You think back on his temper tantrums, fantastic rages that would come out of the blue, and the way he used to scream at you, even in public, for some imagined infraction. At first you’d worried he was ill, but eventually you realized there was nothing you could do. Suggesting he might seek help resulted in a terrifying fight. Notifying his family was only met with silence. 

Do you just have a high tolerance for pain–or terrible taste in men?

Who knew it could be considered a lucky stroke, when you’d walked in on him making out with another backpacker in the hostel in Kathmandu? You’d been crushed at the time, but it gave you the kick you needed to part from him. You flew home not long after, but the Asia bug had bitten. It wasn’t long before you were headed to Hong Kong to teach English. 

Interesting, how all that has turned out for you.  

You decide to scroll through your feed, at least seeing what everyone else has been up to. You’ve reached a point in your life where more than half your friends are posting baby pictures over artsy food snaps or travel albums. You’re happy for them, but…there’s a mean little part of you that not only finds it extremely tedious–you’re pretty sure they do too, and they are desperately trying to convince themselves that they’re not bored out of their minds. 

You scroll a little more, and find something that’s finally interesting. In fact…it makes you laugh out loud. 

You see a series of plaintive [self-righteous whining] posts detailing how someone hacked your ex-boyfriend’s bank account, draining it completely and leaving him stranded in New Delhi. Even funnier–to you, at least–after his Mommy Dearest who always enabled him wired him some money to tide him over, he was mugged outside his hotel, and his passport was stolen. It’s a traveler’s worst nightmare, but god, he fucking deserved it. You are cackling evilly in your chair in the library, practically kicking your feet, for a good ten minutes before the possibility dawns on you: did Donaka arrange that? 

Suddenly…you’re not sure if it’s funny, or frightening. 

Did Donaka adjust your internet access just so you could see this?

Was he telling you that no one is beyond his reach, no matter what country they’re in? 

Was it all a test, to see if you would email your family for help?

Are you reading into all of this way too much? 

In the end it all leaves you bitter, so in a small act of defiance you post one of your flower pictures from Victoria Park on the Peak. You’re smart enough not to upload the pic of you and Donaka. The one you choose is a pink oleander bloom. A poisonous plant, you happen to know. All of Hong Kong is spread out below it, her tall buildings and blue harbor. You caption it: On top of the world. 

You reckon Donaka will like that, and at least your friends will know you’re alive. Your family too, if they care to look. 

Somehow, you doubt they’ve even noticed you’re gone. 

Your cheeky pièce de résistance is changing your relationship status to ‘It’s complicated’. 

Later that evening, with Donaka’s lips on your neck and his cock stuffing you full he asks darkly, “What’s complicated about this, bunny? You’re mine, and you love it.”

On the cusp of your second orgasm of the night, your flesh delectably tender from his lips and teeth and greedy hands upon you, you’re not sure you can even argue. 

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[lilithrosexoxo]

Ch. 9 Clarity

It’s been 8 days since the start of Jinwoo's rut and your heat and your mother is starting to get worried. The handmaidens have been leaving food and water outside his door and after a few hours the dishes get placed out the door empty. No one has entered the room after two guards tried and ended up being flung through the castle walls. Poor guards were left with ruptured organs and broken bones just from the force. Ever since then people have avoided entering in fear of Jinwoo attacking. 

Jinwoo wakes with his mind finally feeling clear after days. It feels like a fog has been cleared and the sun is just starting to break through the clouds. He recounts the events that unfolded during his rut and groans. He’s definitely going to have to apologize to your family and the castle guards. Not Bazz though fuck that guy. He recalls him sitting in a puddle of his own piss and chuckles darkly. It was deserved that guy has been tap dancing on his last nerve since he claimed you as his, boundaries need to be set and if threats are necessary for him to realize you are off limits and his so be it. He looks down to see you laying on his chest sleeping peacefully and softly snoring. This is a sight and feeling he can definitely get used to. You look so peaceful in your sleep but he knows he needs to check to see what state you’re in. He’s been rough with you over the past few days and wants to make sure he didn’t hurt his perfect princess.

“Y/N, sweetheart how are you feeling?”, he says as he caresses your cheek.

You mumble sleepily as your eyes flutter open, thankfully he takes note that there’s no glow. It seems your heat ended when his rut did. He holds you close and presses soft kisses to your forehead.

Your body is sore from being positioned in ways you didn’t think possible. Bites and claw marks litter your skin and bruises have formed on your hips but, you note, no pain is coming from your neck. It seems Jinwoo was able to hold himself back from mating you and honestly a part of you is disappointed. You desperately wanted to mark each other and feel the bond between you two but you know that it’s for the best. Who knows how your father would react to returning to news of not only another attack, Astrid’s death, an impending war, but also a claim before a lunar union which is quite taboo. 

You smile up sheepishly at him recounting the past few days, “I’m feeling good Jin, how are you? You seem to have calmed down”, you say as you cup his cheek and look lovingly into his eyes.

He can’t believe you’re still looking at him that way with how rough he’s been. He knows he’s not easy to handle during his ruts and with you he was insatiable. He quite literally took the time to lick you from head to toe and he’s pretty sure he’s fucked you into the shape of his fingers at this point. He presses a kiss to your palm, “Never better but I feel quite embarrassed for how I acted in front of your family. I completely lost it and I vaguely also remember hurting a few of the castle guards. I tend to get quite… volatile during my ruts they can be… unpredictable. Being around you made me quite possessive. My alpha has never acted like that before with anyone”, he looks at you nervously and his eyes begin to search yours frantically. “Y/N I have to be honest with you, I usually have women service me during my ruts but they usually become scared and leave after a few hours. I have to ask, do you still want me as your mate?”, he looks down at the marks littering your body and is wracked with guilt, “I know I was rough and didn’t treat you with the care that you deserve but I promise I cherish you and what I feel for you is genuine. I-”

“Shhh”, you cut him off with a finger to his lips, “Jin the past few days have been amazing. Honestly I loved how passionate you were and how much you craved me. I’ve never felt so desired before and I know how much you care for me. I know we haven’t known each other long but the way you look at me Jin, no one has ever looked at me the way you do”, you say as you start to feel tears well up in your eyes. You just feel so overwhelmed with emotion all your life you’ve craved for someone to look at you like this. To desire you. To want you. To care about your wellbeing. To see him be so attentive to you now that his mind is clear has something swelling inside you that you’re scared to name. A four letter word is on the tip of your tongue? But it’s only been a couple of weeks of knowing each other. Is it because of the intimacy during his rut and your heat? But you two haven’t mated yet isn’t it too soon? While your thoughts are swirling through your mind tears stream down your cheeks.

“My sweet omega, it’s okay you don’t need to cry”, he says as you shut your eyes and he kisses your tears away, “You are the most important person in the world to me. You are both beautiful on the inside and out. Your soul radiates like none other. You are so kind and brave. I am truly the luckiest alpha in the world. You are my light, my flame, my heart. Ever since our eyes met I no longer existed without you. Please don’t cry unless it’s from pleasure”, he whispers as he plants a soft kiss on your lips. An electric current runs through where your lips connect and your eyes open, meeting his azure ones.

His words only make you cry harder, how can an alpha be so sweet to you. You struggle accepting his words after being alone for so long but you know he means every word. You smile and lean in for another kiss, your eyes fluttering close. It’s soft and gentle, a stark comparison to how you two have been ravishing each other the past few days. You feel him graze his tongue along your lower lip asking for permission to be let in. You open your lips and your tongues tangle and fuck does it feel good. You feel emotions swirling in your chest. It’s like he’s pouring all of the care and dedication he feels for you in the kiss and it makes your heart flutter. He moves on top of you and you moan at the feeling of his warm body on top of yours. So small against his large frame it has butterflies swirling in your stomach at the size difference. You feel his length throbbing against your center reminding you that you both fell asleep naked long abandoning your clothes at the start of his rut. He thrusts his length between your slippery folds and groans at the feeling realizing you’re absolutely soaked just from this kiss. Your scent permeates the air and causes his mouth to salivate. It takes all of his willpower to break away from the kiss as he stares down at you hungrily. You recognize the look on his face and gulp nervously. You’re not sure how much longer you can hold back before saying fuck it all and hop on top of him and ride him like it’s no tomorrow. To finally feel him inside of you knowing he’d feel so much better than the toys you use to satiate yourself during your heat, them never truly being enough to quench the burn in your soul. To sink your fangs into each other’s scent gland and officiate the bond between you two. Just thinking about it has you arching up and grinding your cunt against him making him groan. He sees your eyes beginning to glow and knows it’s up to him to stop this before you both give into the burning desire within you. He raises off of you causing you to let out a desperate whine at the loss of contact making him chuckle.

“Don’t worry princess, we'll have all the time in the future to explore each other’s body even more but, right now I think we need to check in with your family’.

At that you groan you want nothing more than to stay in bed with Jinwoo so he can take care of the ache in your cunt.

“But aaalpha please”, you say as you spread your pussy lips and Jinwoo watches as your hole clenches around nothing pathetically begging to be filled. It takes all of his willpower to pull himself away from the sight and close your legs much to your disappointment.

“Y/N please I’m really trying to respect customs and stay on your father’s good side”, he says as he covers his nose trying to ignore your tantalizing scent of lavender and honey. “Now be a good girl and get dressed. I have some sweats and a shirt you can wear, it should be about time for breakfast let’s go join your family yeah? If you’re a good girl I promise to spend the night between your legs”, he says with a wink and that’s all the motivation you needed to hop out of bed. Rushing so much it causes you to trip over the blankets leaving Jinwoo to catch you before you faceplant on the floor causing him to chuckle. “Alright let’s go princess”.

xoxo

“Oh my goddess Y/N you’re alive!”, you hear Reign shout as he tackles you as you both enter the dining room with your hands intertwined. You hear sighs of relief echo throughout the room and Aldwin visibly relaxes. You feel guilt run through you, you never meant to worry your family once you realized Jinwoo’s condition, you just wanted to do everything possible to alleviate his struggle.

“Yes, I’m safe. Jin would never hurt me”, you explain, throwing a sweet smile his way.

Your mother gets up and holds your face in her hand turning your head from side to side examining your scent glands. She eyes Jinwoo, “It looks like you were able to hold yourself back. Good. I’m not sure how my husband would’ve taken a mating before the lunar union. To go against the goddess would be disruptive. Now tell me sweet girl, have you been deflowered?”.

“Mother!”, you shout as you hear snickers from the dining table from your siblings, except Ifrit and Shiva, those two little shits are laughing with tears streaming down their faces. Your face heats up in embarrassment as you look down knowing you’re the only virgin besides Reign in the room still after all these years.

“Now now Y/N a prime omega’s purity is precious please don’t be upset at me I simply. Sweetheart I simply need to know”, she says softly. You know she’s right, prime omega’s purity are offered to the lunar goddess before the union but still something eats away at you being so inexperienced at your age.

Jinwoo watches it all unfold and decides it's time for him to step in especially since this is all his fault. He steps up and kneels before your mother “Queen Ravencrest, she remains pure. We did not mate, we simply touched one another. I promise but we can confirm with a healer if you don’t believe my words to be true”.

Your mother eyes Jinwoo warily. He appears so calm compared to the last state she saw him in. She truly didn’t believe he had it in him to hold himself back. Her eyes flicker between you two and she sighs. “I trust you Alpha Sung, my husband however may differ”.

“Thank you Queen Ravencrest and I would like to formally apologize to all of you. I never wanted any of you to see me that way and I know it must’ve worried you all quite a bit but I promise I didn’t hurt Y/N”, he says his head hanging in shame.

“Apology accepted, you still held yourself back so all good okay?”, Aldwin says and you feel gratitude swell in your heart. There are nods around the table and Jinwoo sighs in relief.

“We know that you weren’t in control Alpha Sung. The fact that my daughter remains pure speaks to your care for her and your marriage. However, you must face my husband. You both will see him after breakfast”.

“Father has returned already? How has he swept through the kingdom so quickly!?”, you say, confusion clear on your face.

“Y/N it’s been 8 days”, Aldwin says with a chuckle.

“8 days!?”, by the goddess you hadn’t realized you’d been with Jin for so long. 

Jinwoo is also feeling quite shocked. Usually his ruts last 5 days at max. Was it because he finally found his mate? Or was it your heat? He feels awful keeping you trapped under him for so long when he was so rough but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the feeling of your body against his. Just thinking about it is causing him to throb in his slacks and his cheeks to flush. Shit control yourself Jinwoo.

“Yes Y/N, 8 days and you’re still a pathetic virgin that doesn’t know the feel of an alpha”, Elowen snickers.

Ouch that’s a low blow even for her you think. You cast your head down in shame and tears begin to well up in your eyes. You know you shouldn’t feel shame, rules are different for prime omegas but you craved Jinwoo so badly hell you still do. You’re the only one who hasn’t felt an alpha within them besides Reign since he’s still so young but you’re almost 30! You cover your face as you begin to sniffle. Jinwoo moves to stand glaring daggers at her until your mother stops him with her hand.

“Elowen just because your sister knows how to keep her legs closed and doesn’t bend over for every alpha in her vicinity doesn’t mean she’s pathetic, it's quite noble especially considering how difficult her heats have been all her life”, your mother says sticking up for you.

Elowen gasps and begins to stutter.

“Yeah Elowen you literally were getting bent over at someone else’s lunar union. You couldn’t even save yourself for your mate. That’s what’s truly pathetic”, Aldwin says, coming to your defense.

“Harlot”. “Strumpet”. Ifrit and Shiva speak at the same time.

“Whore”, Liza parrots off their energy.

“Elowen, I think being a princess doesn’t suit you. I think you would’ve been a perfect lady of the night unlike our precious Y/N”, Reign says, giving you a bright smile.

Jinwoo visibly relaxes at seeing your family come to your defense and lets out a hearty laugh. Seeing your family stick up for you makes you cry even harder.

“You guys…”, you say in between sniffles as you wipe away your tears.

“Oh sweetheart, there is nothing wrong with you and you will know an alpha’s love in time. We know there’s a lot going on but I’m still going to try to convince your father to not delay the lunar union”, your mother says as she hugs you tightly.

You melt in her arms as you nod your head, grateful for her and your family.

“Now that this is all settled let’s eat before you two face your father”, she says as you all take your seat.

After breakfast you and Jinwoo stand nervously against the doors of your father’s study. You see Jin gulp and interlace your fingers with his giving him a sweet smile and the courage to finally knock.

“Enter”, your father's voice booms.

You and Jin open the doors and step inside hand and hand.

[heartyluv]

Note: I was so sure I was gonna take a break today, but the thought of Caleb fucking you in another room with your parents in the house has been on my mind and it won’t LEAVE. So, I have to share it with my luvlys.

Creds to @/anitalenia & @/omi-resources for the dividers. ♡︎

Rating: Explicit - !!Minors DO NOT Interact!!

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,306

Horny!Caleb/Reader Headcanons

𝜗𝜚 Caleb had absolutely no problem with your parents coming over to stay for a week to visit you two. They don’t get to see you much now, seeing as you’re a married woman who’s moved to a different state.

𝜗𝜚 But you warned him: No sex. You liked being able to be as loud and carefree as you wanted when Caleb was dicking you down, and you couldn’t do that with your mother and father in the house. Absolutely not.

𝜗𝜚 So of course, he respects this. He likes to hear you scream too, so he wouldn’t want to make you have to hold back. And he just knew that when you finally did have sex, it was going to feel so fucking good.

𝜗𝜚 Unfortunately, the idea was thrown out the window when your parents asked if they could stay for another week. It felt like he was slapped across the face when you so sweetly said, “of course!”

𝜗𝜚 Now, Caleb respects your parents. He thanks them for creating such a precious thing like you. But he wants to fuck his wife, and he can’t do that unless they leave.

𝜗𝜚 Honestly, he could, but it was you who couldn’t deal with the idea of your husband fucking you with your parents in the house. So, he tried to get them to leave without you two. Giving them money to go to a diner, directions to some nice walkable parks, and even locations to local flea markets that were set up not too far from your home, just wasn’t working. They refused to go without you, saying they were here to spend time with family.

𝜗𝜚 At that point, his cock was getting just as frustrated as he was.

𝜗𝜚 You weren’t going to lie, you wanted to have sex too, but you firmly believed you and your husband could stick it out. You were completely wrong.

𝜗𝜚 I feel like Caleb comes up with the idea to have your parents start watching a movie while you work on the laundry downstairs.

𝜗𝜚 “I have to get something in the basement and she wants to get the laundry done before we head out for dinner tonight. You guys can just watch whatever you want and once I find what I’m looking for, I’ll come back up to finish the movie with you until she’s done.”

𝜗𝜚 He felt like he hit the jackpot when they agreed and plopped down on the couch and searched for something to look at. What made it even better? Your parents loved to watch the TV with the volume obnoxiously loud.

𝜗𝜚 Yeah, he was about to fuck the shit out of you.

𝜗𝜚 You were really folding laundry when he came downstairs, but after he closed the basement door behind him, he couldn’t give two shits about the clean clothes in your hands.

𝜗𝜚 He was on you so fast that it took you a second to catch up with his hard and rough kisses. You reciprocated though, just for a moment before you pushed him back, looking at him like a deer in headlights because you swore you told him. No. Sex.

𝜗𝜚 “They’re distracted and we have maybe five minutes tops before your mother comes down here, wondering what’s taking so long. Get on the table pretty, before I bend you over it.”

𝜗𝜚 Caleb is terribly gifted in making your pussy wet just by telling you what he was going to do to you, and it was no different now. The clean clothes were long forgotten when he lifted you on top of the table and quickly tugged your shorts down once he brought you to the edge to get that good angle to get where he’s been needing to be.

𝜗𝜚 You don’t need to be told twice to make this quick, and you’re grabbing all on him. I’m talking you’re so needy you can’t even think straight. Pussy is throbbing, your head is spinning, and you need to feel that dick inside of you before you start crying because fuck it, a week and a half without him is too damn long.

𝜗𝜚 When he pulls that cock out, it’s no teasing, rubbing your slit with his tip or toying with your clit. No, he’s going inside, full throttle. He damn near comes before he can get a proper thrust in and you’re actually on the verge of tears because you still don’t want to be too loud, but you want to be, so bad.

𝜗𝜚 He’s fucking you fast. Like oh my gosh, you can barely catch your breath. You start to moan, but you cover your mouth and he kisses down your neck while his hips snap into you at an unforgiving pace.

𝜗𝜚 Table is rocking and hitting the wallll omg LOLLL. Like you two are like rabbits right now and even with him inside of you, it’s not enough. He wants you naked, skin to skin, but he’s gotta take what he can get. That whole nice son-in-law act was about to disappear if he had to go another day without you.

𝜗𝜚 “I’m never going this long without your pussy again. Fucking kidding me?”

𝜗𝜚 The way he grinds against your clit makes you have to kiss him so that you don’t start sounding like someone’s killing you. The sensation of him sliding against your walls and the wet noises your pussy and his cock are creating? Erotic art.

𝜗𝜚 “You gotta come now, pretty baby. I feel you, you’re almost there.”

𝜗𝜚 Your high pitched moans are cut off when he places his large hand over your mouth as he presses his forehead against yours, cursing under his breath when the both of you finally come. His hips are rocking slowly as his load spills deep inside of you. It’s so much that it’s literally going down your thigh.

𝜗𝜚 Your eyes roll back, your chest is heaving, and your pussy is soaking his cock at the same time that his cum floods your cunt.

𝜗𝜚 Just like he thought, he could hear footsteps upstairs. Somebody was coming to the door. He’s still inside you when you two hear the door open and your mother yells down, “Does she need any help with the laundry?! Or do you need help finding what you’re looking for because we can come down!”

𝜗𝜚 Caleb licks his lips and smiles at you, trying to get his voice together. The way you clench around his cock that was honestly prepared to fuck you one more time, makes him hiss before he can finally speak.

𝜗𝜚 “She’s good ma’am! And I found what I needed. On my way up now!”

𝜗𝜚 You relax when she shuts the door and Caleb removes his hand from your mouth, gently kissing them before he slides out of your slick hole. His cock is semi hard again, but he can wait. For now.

𝜗𝜚 “I felt how you squeezed me. You like the idea of getting caught with my cock inside that pussy, don’t you?”

𝜗𝜚 You just his chest because even though you’re almost certain no one but you heard him, he still should’ve whispered it or something. And fuck him for being right.

𝜗𝜚 After he uses a clean cloth to wipe you down, he tucks himself back into his pants and slides your shorts and panties back up.

𝜗𝜚 “Take your time and feel how slick it is in between your legs. Maybe I’ll get the chance to dirty you more before we go out for dinner tonight.”

𝜗𝜚 He grabs something random to bring upstairs so your parents don’t ask any questions. Like he takes a single roll of toilet paper or something LOLL.

𝜗𝜚 He smacks your ass before he heads back upstairs and you stand there with the biggest smile on your face, feeling his sticky cum inside of you mixing with your own.

𝜗𝜚 You really do hope he gets to fuck you one more time before you leave tonight because that quickie ruined you. So now, waiting until your parents actually leave before it happens again feels impossible.

[delulu-02]

I have this fantasy of being drunk on a night out with my girls, it’s 3am and I’ve lost my group so I decide to do the responsible thing and get a taxi home…

You pull up in your car, your eyes already roaming over my barely covered body and you smile knowing this will be easy. I don’t notice the predatory look in your eyes as I climb into your taxi, tripping in my heels and falling forward, my dress riding up, so you have a perfect view of my ass.

You play it off as no big deal, laughing with me, making me lower my guard around you. I’m so wasted I don’t notice the street lights growing sparser until we’re on a dark backroad where no one will be able to save me.

At this point I’m barely conscious in the back seat so I can’t protest when you park the taxi, open the back door and drag me by my ankles to the edge of the seat. My dress is already ridden up to my waist so you can easily see my slutty little thong that barely covers my pretty pussy. My body is limp and pliant as you pull my thong to the side and slide your fingers across my pussy lips, feeling how wet I am. I must want it if I’m such a slut.

A loud moan escapes my lips as you press two fingers into my cunt, my walls clamping down on the intrusion but I can’t ignore how good it feels. I whine and try to push back against your fingers desperate for more and you laugh at how much of a slut I am.

Right before I cum you pull your fingers out with an embarrassing squelch and shove them into my mouth so I can taste my own arousal and I suck like a good girl. You flip me over so my ass is up in the air for you and I can just make out the telltale sound of a zipper being pulled down. You slap your hard cock against my pussy enjoying my whines before sheathing yourself in one strong move.

The sounds of your grunts mix with my sharp gasps and moans matching your brutal pace. I’m starting to grow more coherent, not enough to fight back but enough to be horrified at what’s happening.

With one final thrust you spill your cum deep inside my pussy and I can feel it against my womb. I cry knowing I’m not on birth control and you could knock me up with your r@pe baby.

You don’t say anything, zip up your fly, and get back into the drivers seat- dumping me at the edge of my driveway for all my neighbours to see.

[colossrat]

superbat?

It took me a while to think about them, sorry-- and at the moment I think I'm pretty influenced by the young Batman with eye makeup who still doesn't know how to deal with a crowd, plus Clark Kent, the Daily Planet intern who isn't Superman yet and has trouble dealing with the big city stuff

Clark, a young man who just joined the Daily Planet, and Bruce, who just returned to Gotham after years of barely interacting with another human being :D also clark is not superman yet and bruce is not brucie yet

Clark recently moved to Metropolis and, despite the challenges, remains optimistic. He’s working as an intern at the Daily Planet, and that’s a big achievement for him! But he wants more, he doesn’t want to just sort papers and serve coffee. So, he embraces every journalism opportunity he can to prove to his superiors that he’s good at what he does.

But that leads him to cover for Cat Grant at a gala and he was in no way ready for that.

His day overall had been terrible. Besides adjusting to the big city, it was hectic at the office and he hadn’t had time to eat anything. Even though he doesn’t need to eat to survive, it’s a way he deals with anxiety and helps him feel a little more human. But at this gala, there’s only rich-people food! Tiny portions of weird, expensive things. He doesn’t like that. he prefers homemade food, meals made with love or at least with fewer pesticides and edible paints.

Cat Grant made him wear a suit, which didn’t seem so bad at first. But inside the large ballroom full of local celebrities, he realized how faded and outdated his suit looked. He felt like everyone in the room knew his sock had a hole in it and was silently judging him.

He’s feeling pseudo-hungry, awkward, and of course it gets worse. He keeps tripping over people’s feet or bumping into shoulders. But come on! Can you blame him?! He’s a farm boy, he’s a big guy, and these people around him have zero spatial awareness. Not only do they keep bumping into him, they don’t even apologize, just look at him like he’s some dirty stray dog. And it doesn’t take long for him to start feeling that way too.

His super hearing, which he usually prides himself on being able to control, won’t stop expanding without his consent, catching snippets of conversations directed at him, about his clothes, his posture, how awkward and oversized he is, how he seems out of place, questioning who invited him, whether he’s even a real reporter or just crashed the event… Everything becomes too much when he hears some voices getting a little too personal about his body.

“He’s awkward, sure, but look at that tan! I’d pay triple whatever he makes just to have him work in my garden.”

“Haha, true. If you stripped off that boring suit, those glasses, and, well, if he stopped acting like such a droopy puppy, he’d be kind of cute.”

Enough!

Clark bolted from the ballroom as fast as he could. He couldn’t take it anymore. The cacophony of cruel, shrill voices mocking him overstimulated every sense. The fabric of his suit felt like it was burning his skin with embarrassment, and he wanted nothing more than to take off his glasses and throw them off the balcony where he found himself.

But he didn’t. He couldn’t afford a new pair. So he gently removed his glasses and buried his face in his hands, groaning as hot tears streamed from his eyes.

One moment, he was crying in frustration; the next, he spun around abruptly, startled by a calloused hand resting on his shoulder.

When he turned, he was surprised to see a man a little shorter than him, slimmer, and though the deep eye bags were hidden with makeup, he had a graceful, elegant look.

The man didn’t seem to know what to say, he simply offered Clark a handkerchief with a gentle gesture.

“No need to be ashamed. I know how suffocating these events can be,” was all the man said, his voice rough, like even speaking was something outside his daily routine.

Clark didn’t know why, but he chuckled softly at the interaction. He accepted the handkerchief and wiped his cheeks. Not that it helped much, as the tears kept falling.

He took a little more time to study the man. His suit was a deep black, though rumpled. He didn’t seem to have brought anything with him… Maybe he was a waiter?

“Did you come out here to hide from the rude old ladies too?” Clark asked, and that got a small smile from the man. Even though it was subtle, it felt like a lot coming from him, and so it made Clark happy.

They stayed out on that balcony for quite some time. The stranger tried to cheer Clark up in his own way, gossiping about the socialites inside, pointing out who had a fake purse, who was cheating on whom, and who was secretly broke.

They talked about how awful and noisy these parties were. Clark learned that the man was still adjusting to this lifestyle and often stepped outside for air, and even though he liked being alone, Clark was good company. Very polite, too! My god, how rude those other rich people were.

Eventually, Clark sighed and said he needed to head back in to get some quotes. He’d calmed down from the earlier panic but was hesitant to leave the man behind. Still, Cat would kill him if he didn’t get a quote from the guest of honor. Bruce Wayne, thought to be dead after his disappearance, was making a surprise appearance at tonight’s gala.

“I could give you a quote, if you want,” the man offered. If Clark dared to guess, he’d say the man was nervous about offering it.

Clark thought it was a joke and decided to play along, pulling out the little notebook he always carried and readying his pen. The man cleared his throat, straightened his posture, and began to speak seriously about business issues, local politics, and respecting loyal clients. He spoke so well and with such confidence that Clark actually wrote it all down. Felt like a waste of good words not to.

“And whose name should I put with this quote?” Clark asked, realizing that throughout their whole conversation, he hadn’t once asked the man’s name. How rude of him! But maybe the man would forgive the slip… Clark had really enjoyed their interaction, and after all the crying, he felt bold enough to add, “Do you think I could get your number too? To talk more later?”

Clark saw the man’s eyes light up with a glimmer, then shift to confusion, then realization, and finally red spread across his cheeks.

“You really don’t know who I am?” he asked softly. Clark felt shame hit him like a brick wall, he should have asked for this man’s name earlier!

“Bruce Wayne,” he added, and it made all of Clark’s thoughts freeze.

They looked at each other for a few seconds, the realization hitting Clark like a kryptonite rock, while Bruce looked more amused than he had all night.

Clark was so stunned he didn’t resist when Bruce took the notebook and pen from his hands, scribbling a number before handing them back.

“It’s nice to know the Daily Planet is hiring such polite people these days. For most of our conversation, I thought you were just being nice to me for the quote…” he explained like it was nothing.

Clark felt his cheeks heat up too. He let out a small laugh as he adjusted his glasses, trying to hide the giddy smile on his face while looking down at the phone number.

“You’re the first rich person who didn’t treat me like crap today too,” he said without thinking, nerves bubbling back up again. He quickly shut his mouth in embarrassment, while Bruce simply laughed, covering his mouth as he looked the reporter over again.

They exchanged a few more words, Clark feeling like a doofus and Bruce assuring him it was fine.

Eventually, they had to part ways, but after spending the whole evening talking so easily, neither of them could shake the feeling that the next time they talked, it was going to be the best conversation of all

[ladykissingfish]

My main Headcanon is that despite Hidans immaturity he actually actually good big brother today Deidara and Itachi.

Like despite how he acts he actually has some pretty good relationship advice here and there.

Hidan: Oi, blondie ... what's with that ugly-ass face you're making?

Deidara: *sighs* Please don't mess with me today, man. I'm not in the mood, hm.

Hidan: Why? You got some wood splinters in the ass or what? Puppet-dick ain't being so careful with you, huh?

Deidara: Shit, I wish that was the case. I wish ANYTHING was the case. But Danna and me ... well ... it's like I don't exist to him sometimes, hm. He's always so obsessed with his puppets and making his poisons that I feel like I barely see him, and when I DO see him, I always feel like I'm bugging him, hm.

Hidan: Ah, you shoulda told me that shit sooner! Ya know what you do? Leave for a while.

Deidara: Leave?

Hidan: Yeah. Come with me, I'm going to that special winter market to get some of that herbal tea shit for the old fucker. Christmas present. I'll be gone at least three days. Come with me. Don't tell puppet-dick you're going. If he cares about ya, he'll notice that you're gone and be worried about ya. If we get back and it seems like he didn't even notice, then it's time to ditch his ass. Know your worth, blondie. You're better than waiting around for a guy to pay attention to you, man.

Deidara, surprised: I ... never would have expected that. Okay, you're right, hm. I'll go with you!

*Itachi comes in from the other room*

Itachi: Sorry to intrude, but I couldn't help but hear your conversation. May I go with you both as well?

Hidan: Really? What about shark-dick?

Itachi: *sighs* Kisame is leaving on a week-long excursion to meet up with some of his old swordsmen friends. They get together once or twice a year to train. He says it would be too much for me, with my health. But I should be able to handle a trip to the market ...

Hidan: Oi, oi ... you fuckers are in worse shape than I thought. But okay, you come along with us, too. Y’know sometimes it’s “healthy” in relationships to get some distance from the other person. Also, you’re looking really pale, Red-Eyes. We can get you some fruit or something at the market.

Itachi: You’re probably right.

Hidan: And both of you don’t gotta worry about shit. If you’re tired, I can protect ya both. *unsheaths his scythe and shows it to them* I got new blades, so I can kill a fucker that’s gettin’ too close!

Deidara: Not sure if that makes me feel safer or more scared, hm. But either way i appreciate it! C’mon, let’s get going already!

*the next week*

Kakuzu: This tea is absolutely divine … *leans over and kisses Hidan’s cheek* Thank you, Hidan.

Hidan: Shit, it ain’t a big deal. Glad ya like it, old fuck. Honestly I’m more proud of my other work.

Kakuzu: Other work?

*in the next room, Kisame has Itachi sitting on his lap while Kisame brushes his hair, and Sasori is intently listening to Deidara talk, holding his hands while engaged in direct eye contact*

Hidan: Yep! Hey, if this Akatsuki thing goes to shit, I might just get a job as a marriage counselor or some shit!

Kakuzu: …

[strawberrybobamilk]

SFW Alphabet - Homelander Edition

Currently having massive The Boys hyperfixation so I had to write something for this awful guy

WARNINGS: Some angst, minor violence, Homelander being an asshole and yandereish (not to the point of making this post NSFW tho), and Homelander himself is a warning.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Pampering and spoiling you anyway he can, with anything you want, and possibly in expensive ways too. If you tell him that it's too much, too expensive or that he shouldn't do so much for you, he will chuckle at how cute you are: him, a God, has chose YOU specifically among so many lowly mortals, so it's only fair you get to be treaten so good.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Another boring Meet & Greet. Smile, sign up whatever official Vought branded crap the wave of ecstatic fans throw at you, thumbs up, "you guys are the real heroes", rinse and repeat. What's that? A meek little thing walking around the comic convention, not joining his asskissers parade but just minding your own business in complete silence and looking at your favorite plushies and comics? That's a new one. He doesn't know whether to take that as disrespect or something else, but as soon as he finishes signing his autographs, he marches over you, his arms crossed over his chest and his signature grin still over his face, feigning interest over whatever piece of merch you put your eyes on. You two ended up conversating, until it was time for him to go. He isn't chatty but if he finds you interesting he could be.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yes. He may cuddle with you in bed by spooning, but he would mostly lay his head onto your lap and let you brush his hair.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Of course he would love to settle down! You, him, and Ryan together? Perfect! As for cooking and cleaning, he never did any of that. Why would he? Vought chefs and janitors take care of that. Unless you do it. If you offer to cook something, he would find it endearing and delicious, whatever it is.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He has too many abandonment issues for that. Unless, you do something utterly unforgivable (ex: you betray him and get allied with Butcher). Oh boy. He will hiss at you to get out, his eyes glowing red. And you do. You get out and run away as fast as you can, afraid he could kill you at any moment, but he couldn't, ever. His leather gloves creak in his fists, his eyes still red, even when you are far away out of his sight. He spends the next hours, days, weeks and months even, sobbing miserably.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Saying that Homelander would be very giddy about the idea of commitment and marriage is an understatement. He would marry you as soon as he feels like you are the right one, and his wedding, his dress, your dress, the cake, the pictures, the pictures for the official Vought social media pages Ashley is rambling about, EVERYTHING, has to be absolutely PERFECT, or he will get every single prick at Vought fired and ensure they go to hell after he lasered them.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

It's a well known fact that behind his charming charismatic pretty boy façade he always puts on for the public, he is anything but gentle. However, he would never harm you. He does his best to be a good boyfriend to you, and sometimes when he holds you he is almost afraid he might not be able to control his super strenght and accidentally hurt you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He is not used to hugs, and you will often be the one initiating them. They feel... odd, to him. But not in a negative way. You felt him stiffening the first time you hugged him, and after he took some minutes trying to process it, he asked you for more.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Not a lot honestly. Saying it once a while (especially when you do something cute for him) is great, but everyday? Too corny and cheesy for him, he prefers to show you love through gestures, like a bouquet of roses. He will REALLY love it anytime you tell him that though.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Do I even need to say something? Some maggot dares disrespect a God by trying to take away what's his, they get laser eyes execution before they can see the sunlight again, simple as that.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Everywhere, anywhere. On the forehead, lips, cheeks, neck, hands, anywhere he can reach, marking you as his, his beloved. His favorite place to be kissed is his neck.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Homelander at first will need some time to warm up if you two ever have a baby. One side of him is glad and proud, but the other side dislikes the sight of a newcomer in his life, uncannily resembling his looks and even sharing his same powers, giggling with genuine happiness he never experienced as a child, having the loving mom he wishes he had... and stealing all your attention. But similarly to how he acts around Ryan, he will eventually grow fond of them, making them live the perfect childhood of his dreams (spoiling them a lot).

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Unfortunately you don't get to spend a lot of time together in the mornings, since as soon as he's up he has a lot to do at work ranging from interviews, photoshoots, meetings with the Seven yadda yadda. As soon as he is finished though, he'll swiftly fly back to you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Anything you want to do! You wanna chill and cuddle together in bed watching Vought+ movies? Say no more! You wanna go on a date (although there is no way he would take you to a greasy cheap fast food, he will always take you to fancy restaurants, and in his civilian clothes to avoid gathering attention)? Alrighty then!

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

NEVER. He would never tell you his secrets. He had a completely normal happy childhood playing baseball, lived in a warm cozy home with loving caring parents, and you, him and Ryan are going to be the perfect always smiling all American apple pie values family! This is, until the inevitable day he breaks down in front of you, uncontrollably and hysterically sobbing about everything that truly happened to him in that lab all at once in an overwhelming way. You gave him plenty of hugs after that.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

You already know the answer folks.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He has an incredible memory you should never underestimate. Anything you say and anything you do, he will remember it. You may see that as a good thing or a bad thing, depending on your point of view.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

You were dating for a few months, and on July 4th, you baked him a cake and gave him a gift for his "birthday". He didn't know what to say. You didn't know he didn't actually have any birthday at all, but your genuinity was so heartwarming. The chocolate cake you baked was so much smaller than the grandiose big cake they make every year for his "birthday", but yours meaned so much more. And your gift? It's just a Smash Mouth biggest hits CD, but it's enough to bring him to shed a small tear. No one ever gifted him anything, at least not out of genuine kindness.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He knows that as soon as he announces his relationship in front of the cameras, the paparazzi will be all over your ass. And that's exactly what happened. However, they didn't have time to take any more info out of you or follow you, because for some "unknown reason", they all went missing. He wants the world to know he is in a committed relationship and that you are his, but to have you harassed day and night? Nope. Also, if you express worry and concern that he might get hurt or die, he will blink a few times and laugh as if that's the most ridiculous thing he ever heard. But deep down he loves to see you caring so much.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Before you could think of anything for your anniversary together, he already planned a trip for you two to Venice. You won't even have to pay for a flight ticket, when he just picks you up and flies all the way there. He knows about your tastes and preferences and goes out of his way to gift you exactly what you want.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Well... to begin with, his "anger issues", if we can call them that...

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

VERY CONCERNED. His blonde hair must be always neatly coiffed, his iconic suit clean and spotless, no imperfections allowed on his skin... no matter how many times you tell him he looks gorgeous just the way he is. You better be prepared for when he enters his middle age crisis and you see a mysterious jar containing "cottonballs" that you better not touch.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He is The Homelander. He doesn't need anyone to feel complete, he is complete the way he is (or at least that's what he would repeat to himself if he grew really fond of you and happened to lose you).

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

It's not unusual for him to get nightmares. Luckily, your presence, warmness and the sound of your heartbeat will always quickly calm him down whenever that happens, letting himself get snuggled.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

This is a very tough one. In general, plenty of stuff, including getting ignored and/or not getting praised enough. A partner who questions him too much would annoy him (although not to the point of leaving, and he will always apologize afterwards).

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

No suit on. On his back. Few hours a night (he doesn't need a lot of sleep anyway). Feel free to lay your head on his chest.

[nerdyjaw]

rage. | e. yeager

content warnings (please read before continuing): smut, jealousy, jealous sex, kinda yandere (not rlly tho, just possessive), degradation (?). mdni.

age in bio or you will be blocked.

creator notes: hi guys, sorry for inactivity. life is pimp slapping me across the face and i havent been able to post as much as id like 😔 anyways this is lowkey a practice fic. smut isnt my strongsuit BUT im open to constructive criticism and any advice so yeah 💯💯

eren wasn’t even pretending to hide his anger anymore.

the very second he slammed the door behind you like itd personally offended him, you knew you were fucked.

he walks up to you quick, looking you dead in the eyes. “you think you’re funny?” he snarled, backing you into the wall with a hand around your throat— not squeezing it, just holding you there, keeping you still.

“were his jokes really that funny? over there laughing like you haven’t heard it for the upteenth time. or maybe you’re just that easy.”

his knee shoved between your thighs, grinding up until you whimpered.

“this not mine anymore?” he growled. “saving it for connie now? want him making you cum instead?”

“n-no,” you managed to gasp out, nails digging into his shoulders, but he wasn’t hearing it.

“bet he wouldn’t even know what to do with you,” eren muttered, dragging your panties down roughly, exposing you to the cool air. “bet he’d nut the second you looked at him too pretty.”

he pulled his cock out without ceremony, already hard, leaking, furious with want.

“gonna show you,” he hissed, grabbing your hips and hauling you up, your back making direct contact with the wall behind you. “gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget his damn name.”

he lined up and slammed into you in one brutal thrust— no warning, no patience, just rage.

you screamed, arms wrapping around him like a lifeline as he started pounding into you without mercy, every thrust shoving you up the wall.

“that’s it,” he growled. “take it. fuck— take it.”

his hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, pulling you down onto his cock, deeper, faster, brutal.

“think about him now,” he snarled into your ear. “go on. try it. bet you can’t, huh.” he laughs, mocking you. “bet all you can think about is how deep i am. how full you are. how good i make you feel.”

tears leaked down your cheeks— the overwhelming pleasure being too much to handle. and eren just smiled.

“aww, baby,” he cooed mockingly. “crying? for me? you’re so cute.”

his thumb found your clit, cruel, relentless, making you squirm, but he held you tighter, forcing you to take it.

“you’re gonna cum,” he growled. “you’re gonna cream alllll over my cock while thinking about me. not him. not anyone else. me.”

you broke with a sob, clenching around him, body spasming and twitching uncontrollably— but he didn’t stop. he thrusted harder, chasing his own release.

“good girl,” he panted, thrusts growing sloppy. “that’s it. fuck— that’s it baby. all mine.”

he came with a broken groan, burying himself to the hilt, filling you up so deep you could feel it leaking out before he even pulled out.

but he didn’t pull out. not yet.

he stays inside of you, forehead pressed against yours, breathing heavy, still grinding his hips slow and deep, forcing you to feel every throb of his cock inside you.

“don’t ever let me see you all friendly with anyone like that again,” he whispered, voice shaking with leftover rage. “don’t even look at them. you’re mine. just mine.”

his hands slid down your thighs, bruising, possessive.

“say it,” he demanded, rolling his hips again just to hear you whimper. “say you’re mine.”

“yours,” you gasped, tears still slipping down your cheeks. “yours, eren, i’m yours—“

he smiled, satisfied.

“yeah,” he murmured, kissing your tears away. “you are.”

[dantes-jacket]

Moving on in

Dante x fem reader

Author notes: request #9!! You just moved right next to Devil May Cry. You and Dante are quick to get close but neither of you make a move. So Lady and Trish take it upon themselves to make something happen. Fluff, a smidge of angst (if you can really call it that) THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE HEHEEH

Your move into a new city wasn’t bad. The small house was nice and it wasn’t too hard lugging all your belongings inside. You were able to set everything up just how you wanted.

You finish packing up a box of cookies to give to your neighbors while you introduce yourself. The place next to you is interesting. It’s a relatively big place with a bright LED sign saying “Devil May Cry”. What that means you have no idea. Again you just moved here and have no idea your way around yet.

You head on over to your neighbors and knock on the door. You hear a heavy set of footsteps coming to the door then the door is opened.

“How can I help you?” The man asks. You get a good look at him and you can’t help but widen your eyes. He is so beautiful. He’s got long white hair and piercing blue eyes. You ogle him some more and can tell he’s strong. He’s absolutely ripped. His shirt is clinging to him in all the right ways. It emphasizes his big biceps, his strong pecs and you can even see the outline of his abs. His pants don’t leave much for imagination either. They cling to his thick thighs and you can see he’s packing down there too.

The sound of a throat clearing catches your attention. You realized you’ve been staring. You look back up to meet that piercing blue gaze and are met with a smirk. “Like the view sweetheart?”

You blush furiously, “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.”

“I don’t mind.” Dante has to admit to himself he wasn’t much better than you. While you were staring him down he was doing the exact same thing. But he can hide it a bit better than you can. You have beautiful soft looking hair that fits you perfectly. You’re wearing a simple and comfy outfit but he can still make out the delicious curves of your body.

You clear your throat now, “Um so I just moved in next door and wanted to introduce myself.” You tell him your name, “Here I also made these,” and hand him the box cookies.

“I’m pretty sure I’m the one that has to give house warming gifts not the other way around,” he laughs out. “But thank you. I’m Dante.” He sticks out his hand. You grab his and shake it. His hand basically swallows yours. It is warm and rough, his palm is worn and covered with callouses. Normally the scratchy feeling would irritate you but with him it doesn’t.

Another voice is heard from the shop, “Dante what’s the hold up?” Then a tall blonde girl comes and places an arm on Dante’s shoulder leaning on him. Oh of course, the beautiful man has a girlfriend. You pull your hand from Dante’s and force a smile on your face at the new girl.

Dante can you shrink in on yourself. He quickly shrugs off Trish and gives her a look, “Don’t scare her away.” Trish looks at confused at Dante’s sudden action but then gets the hidden message. She smiles and turns her attention back to you.

“Hi I’m Trish. Dante and I work here together, it’s nice to meet you. So what’s the problem?” She sticks her hand out and you shake hers as well.

Your brows furrow, “Problem?” You look at Dante.

“Yeah. Got a demon he has to take care of?”

Your eyes bulge, “Demon!?”

Dante shoots Trish a nasty glare, “Why would you do that?”

“What do you mean? That’s what this shop is for.”

“Yeah but she was just introducing herself because she moved in next door.” Dante holds up the cookies, “See? She even made cookies to give me.”

Trish flushes with embarrassment, “Oh now this is embarrassing.” She turns to you, “I am so sorry.”

You shake your head, “No it’s okay! But Dante, you’re a demon hunter?”

The trademark smirk makes its way back onto his face. “Yep, the best one around.” He finishes with a wink.

Trish smacks him, “Can you not brag for one second?”

Dante goes to respond but stops due to your laughter. You’re laughing at the scene in front of you. It’s loud but not too obnoxious. It’s soft and he notices after a couple breaths a laughter the pitch goes up for one breath then evens back out. He can tell it’s a true and genuine laugh. He already loves it and knows he wants to make you laugh more.

You finish laughing and see Dante just staring at you. You instantly flush and start apologizing again, “I’m sorry. It was rude to-“

“No you have a pretty laugh. Don’t apologize.” Dante is quick to stop your apology.

“Thank you.” You murmur.

You hear a phone ring back in his shop and Trish turns to him, “Duty call.” She waves a hand to you and walks away to answer the phone.

Dante sighs. You take a couple steps back from him, “I’ll take my leave. See you around Dante.” You give him a little wave and head back to your house.

Dante just whispers while he watches you get home safe. “Yeah see you around.”

•

You’re in the middle of doing dishes when you get a knock at your door. You dry your hands off on a towel and go answer the door. Dante is standing there with a couple boxes of pizza in hand.

“Oh great you’re home! Wanna come have pizza with me and the girls?”

“Sure!” You grab your keys and lock the door and follow Dante. The walk is short but you think about how the two of you have gotten closer these past couple months you’ve lived here.

You were walking home one time from work and ran into Dante who just finished a mission. “Hey what are you doing out here?” He asked.

“I just got out of work so I’m walking home.”

He whistles, “Damn that’s a far walk all by yourself.”

“I’ve gotten use to it,” you shrug it off.

Dante quickly steps in line with you, “I’ll walk you home from now on. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

You wave your hands out in front of you, “You don’t have to! I don’t want to ruin plans or get in your way.”

Dante is quick to grab one of your hands and continues walking, “You’re not ruining anything. I want to do this.”

Since then you and Dante have seen each other everyday for your walk home. You two have grown significantly closer and have learned much about each other. You’ve learned all about his job, past and even how he’s part demon. In return he’s learned all about you. It’s not as crazy and hectic as his but he still listens intently and asks questions.

You and Dante walk into Devil May Cry with a bang or well the door slamming into the wall. You wince at the impact and having the complete opposite reaction to it compared to Dante. Who made it seem like his goal was to slam it as hard as he could to bug Trish and Lady. Lady you met a couple weeks after moving here.

Ironically you met by watching her scold Dante in front of the shop one day when you came back from grocery shopping. You could tell Dante was disinterested in what she was saying. Once he saw you though he smiled and gave you a wave.

You tried to wave but had a hard time because of the heavy groceries in your hands so you opt to just smile. Dante continues to ignore Lady and walks over to you. He slides his hands against yours and grabs the bags from your hands. “Here let me.”

“Thank you!” You then see a hand raise behind his head and smack him hard.

“Hey ouch! What was that for?”

“You don’t just walk up to a random person and take their bags!” Lady scolds.

“She’s my neighbor… you know the one I told you about? The one Trish and I met.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah…” Dante snips back and rubs the back of his head.

Lady turns to you, “Sorry you had to see that. I’m Lady.” She waves at you. You wave back and introduce yourself.

Your new friends sure are interesting but you wouldn’t trade them for the world. “Look who I brought!” Dante steps aside to show you standing behind him.

“Wow we would have never guessed…” Lady says while rolling her eyes.

You laugh at her joke and go to sit on the couch. Trish and Lady are sitting on two old chairs Dante has that are pushed towards the couch. Dante followed behind you and places the pizzas on the table in front of the couch then joins you.

You two are sitting so close that your thighs are touching. Neither of you say anything or move away. You love the warmth radiating off of him, you wish you could be even closer to him and lean in just a bit more.

The four of you dig into the pizza and chat about how the weeks has been for all of you. The talk is basically about demon hunting until they asked you how work was and if there’s any corporate gossip going around your office.

You talk about the latest rumors circling around your office about how the ceo is possibly sleeping with his secretary even though he’s happily married with a child on the way. Or how there is a food snatcher in the office and no one can figure out who it is but some people have guesses and ideas about who it could be.

Even though you are not in the same line of work they always are so interested in what is going on in your life. They never want to make you feel excluded. Even when they tell their own stories if there is something you don’t get or won’t understand they are quick to explain or talk about it to help you. It makes you happy.

You three are listening to Lady right now talking about new weapons she has been trying when you shiver. You’re a bit cold and wish you brought a jacket with you.

Dante leans over then asks, “You cold?”

You rub your hands up and down your arms, “A little but I’m fine.”

Dante doesn’t have it so he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you into him. You are now leaning more into him and feel the warmth seeping off of him. You can’t help yourself but lean in more and get more of his warmth.

He leans back down and whispers deeply into your ear, “Better?”

You nod, “Much. Thank you.”

Dante doesn’t say anything but goes back to focus on the conversation going on. But little did you two know, Trish and Lady watched the whole interaction. When you two were adjusting yourselves they looked at each other and gave one another a knowing look. They have to start putting their plan into action.

After the conversation flows a bit more they put their plan into action. Trish stands up and stretches. She then calls out your name, “Do you mind helping me with the dishes?”

Dante leans forwards and answers for you, “No she’s a guest.”

You place a hand on his chest and push him back down, “It’s alright, I’d like to help especially since you guys treated me tonight.” You stand up and start to gather the plates and Trish gathers the other dishes. The two of you head into the kitchen and do the dishes.

You didn’t see Dante pout when you got out of his hold. He’s mad at Trish for taking you away. What was the point of asking you? Just ask Lady and let him have some alone time with you. He finally got to cuddle with you after months of pining now he finally had you. Just for you to be ripped out of his arms.

“Hey Dante.”

He turns to Lady who just called out to him. “There’s this new diner opening up in two days and you should go.”

“Not interested.”

“Sucks to suck because I already told your date you’d be there.”

“WHAT!?” He yells. “What date? I don’t have a date.”

“Well not yet. One of the ladies you saved last week asked me if you were single once I told her yes she asked if I can set you two up.”

“I’m not going.” He says firmly. Dante looks off in the direction of the kitchen to hope he gets a glance of you. If he was going to go on a date he wants it to be with you, not some random girl.

“Too bad you have to.” Lady shrugs, “Told her you would and you can’t back out. It’d hurt your reputation.”

Dante rubs a hand down his face and groans. This is not how he expected his night to go. Finally getting you in his arms then told he has to go on a date with someone else? Yeah this is pure torture.

“Fine just send me the details.” He finally relents. He leans his head back again the couch and looks up at the ceiling. He’s upset but what can he do? Lady smirks to herself and hopes Trish’s side is working well.

You’re washing some plates when Trish bumps her hip into yours. After getting your attention she asks, “You’re single right?”

“Mhm. Why do you ask?”

“A friend of mine wants to go on a date with someone. He’s ready to get back into the dating game after some time off from dating. So I thought I could set you two up.”

You bite your lip, “I’m not sure…”. You look back in the direction of the living room where Dante is. Where you had to leave his warmth and help her. If you’re being honest if you’re going to go on a date you want it to be with Dante. Not some random guy you’ve never met.

“Come on! You’ve been here for months and only know us. Branch out more, get your feet wet.”

You know if you say no she’s just going to keep pressuring you until you say yes. You give up the fight. “I guess. Just send me the details.”

You go back to washing the dishes. You hurry because you just want to go home. You don’t like that you had to agree to that. You want Dante and have since you two have met. But you guess it’s not going to happen. Once you’re finished you head backing into the living room and say you’re going to head home.

Dante is quick onto his feet, “Let me walk you back.”

Not having the heart to decline you just smile lightly and walk out of the shop. Dante could see your smile didn’t reach your eyes. Why are you upset? Did Trish say something to you?

He quickly glares at Trish and holds her hands up in mock surrender. Whatever he’ll deal with this later. He quick catches up to you and walks silently along side you. He hates the silence and that sad look on your face.

Before you can unlock your door he grabs your hand, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing just really tired. It was a long day at work.”

He just nods not believing what you told him. “You know you can talk me right?”

You squeeze his hand, “I know and I’m grateful for that.” Oh how you wished to tell him about the blind date, but your heart won’t be able to handle it. So you just have to push it down.

You release his hand and go to unlock your door again. You smile and wish him a goodnight before sliding into your house. Dante stands there and clenches his fists. He’s mad. He doesn’t like how this night changed so much so fast. He has to figure out how to get you. But first he has to go on this stupid date.

While you two were gone Lady and Trish gave each other a thumbs up. The plan is now in motion. You two will finally get together even if it was a push to get it to happen.

•

You and Dante didn’t talk for the next two days. You were moping around all day Saturday and didn’t get out of bed. You had to force yourself out of bed on Sunday to get ready for the date. You decide to keep it simple with a black skirt and a blouse. You slip on a pair of boots then look at yourself in the mirror. You really hate this. You don’t want to go. But you know Trish will have your head if you don’t go. You sigh and grab your purse and head out.

Dante isn’t fairing much better than you. He’s wanted to go over and check on you but he knows that if he sees you he’s going to slip up and tell you about the date. That is absolutely the last thing he wants to tell you. He saw upset you got the first night when you thought him and Trish were together. Knowing he has to go on a date with someone else would certainly break you. He got looks at the clock and sees it’s time to go.

He goes to get up and head out. Lady slides something in his pocket, “Don’t look at this until you get to the diner!”

“Whatever okay.” He’s over this and doesn’t even want to look at it. He’s not even interested in the piece of paper that was put into his pocket. He’s just wants this over with.

You were told to wait outside for your date. So here you are watching and looking around for a guy to approach you. You know you gotten here early but it feels like this guy is running late. Just great, now you’re going to look weird.

Dante took his time to diner, not really want to spend more time on this date then he has to. He strolls up and sees you standing in front of the restaurant. This makes him light up and he puts a pep in his step now.

While you’re waiting you shift and look in the opposite direction hoping to see your date in the distance. Your back is now facing Dante, so once you feel a tap on your shoulder you think it’s your date. You turn around to see the man you’ve wanted to see for the past two days.

“Dante?”

“Hey.”

You brush some hair out of your face, “Hey. What are you doing here?”

“Oh um,” he scratches the back of his neck, “Lady set me up on a date.”

“Oh…”

“What about you?” He’s quickly counters.

“Trish set me up on a date.”

Dante is confused, why would they both set you up at the same place. Wait unless… he rips the paper out of his pocket and reads it.

Enjoy the date you two! We had to give you two an extra push.

Lady and Trish

“You got to be shitting me.”

“What?” He hands you the paper and you read it. You let out that laugh he’s grown to love so much. He can’t help but laugh along with you.

“Well this makes my day better. Let’s go!” You grab his hand and lead him inside.

You two sit down and order all the different things you want to try. You get one of everything basically so you two can split it and try it. There isn’t much talking besides saying what you two like and don’t like.

You two finish the main meal when a worker comes by and places a piece of strawberry cake on the table, “On the house.” He places two forks on the table and walks off.

“Well it might not be a sundae but a strawberry cake is almost as good.” He digs in with a big bite.

You laugh and take a smaller bite. You smile at the taste. It’s fantastic. “This is so good!”

Dante smiles at you. He then leans over and wipes the corner of your mouth with his thumb. He sits back down and licks his thumb, “You had a bit of icing on your mouth.”

You flush at his actions and let out a meek, “Thank you.”

You two finish the cake quickly and then go to pay. You two walk out of the diner but Dante doesn’t let you get far. He intertwines your hands and leads you back home. The walk is quiet but a good quiet. Neither of you feel like you have to fill the silence. But both parties can tell the other is really happy.

You two reach your house and the both of you turn to face each other. You stare deeply at one another. Not knowing what to say yet you throw yourself into his arms. Dante is quick to wrap his arms around you and pull you close. He shifts you two from foot to foot.

“I had a lot of fun Dante.”

“I did too even if we got set up.”

You giggle, “I guess we should thank those two.”

“Ughhh do we have too? I’ll never hear the end of it.” He whines.

“It’s okay because I’ll be by your side so you won’t have to endure it alone.”

His eyes widens at your comment. He likes the sound of it though. You being at his side. Yeah that sounds really nice. He tilts your head up to have you look at him. You can see desire behind those blue eyes you love. “Can I kiss you?”

Instead of answering you stand on your tip toes and press a quick kiss to his lips. You pull back but Dante stops you and pulls you back up into another kiss. The kiss is full of deep affection and care. You two have wasted enough time and this kiss is putting an end to that. This time you guys aren’t waiting for a push, it’s going to be you and him making the moves.

You two separate needing air. Dante lightens his hold on you so you can lay flat on your feet again. “I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you stare me down when we met.”

You flush once again and hide yourself in his chest. He lets out a deep laugh and runs his hand through your hair. After he finishes laughing his voice becomes more determined, “But I promise you from now on I’m making the moves.”

“I can’t wait to see what you do Dante.”

@the-writer-from-the-void I FINALLY GOT TO YOUR REQUEST MY FRIEND!!! I’m so happy I was your first request ever and I’ve loved this idea since it came into my inbox. Also thank you for being one of the nicest people ever and welcoming me so kindly into the fandom!! I hope you enjoyed this🩵🩵🩵🩵

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KyoHomu Headcanons.

Who Cooks

Kyoko does all the cooking. Homura doesn’t have much of a relationship with food. Due to living on bland hospital food for most of her life, meal times were never something important or something to get excited about. Once the loops started efficiency was essential. Quick microwave meals and instant ramen flooded Homura’s fridge over any home cooking or even takeout. Kyoko is appalled by this and has set out to right this wrong anyway she can. She always cooks food for the both of them whenever she has time, using ingredients purchased with Homura’s credit card. Kyoko is quite a good cook, having been used to cooking with her father before her family’s death, and has slowly but surely made Homura appreciate food more. Homura says her cooking is better than any restaurant they’ve gone to, the fact that it was made solely for her as an act of affection definitely improves the flavor though.

Who’s the Jealous One

Kyoko gets jealous while Homura gets possessive. I.e Kyoko gets annoyed when Homura gives attention to other people, while Homura gets annoyed when Kyoko gets attention from other people. This doesn’t happen much when it comes to the rest of the holy quintet but outside of them Kyoko and Homura can easily start acting up.

Who’s the Big Spoon

They switch, but usually Kyoko is the big spoon. She’s a fair bit taller than Homura, so naturally Kyoko comes to rest her chin on the top of Homura’s head. Kyoko is terrified of losing anyone else. Being able to hold onto Homura and knowing that she has Homura and won’t let her go brings her comfort as she falls asleep. Homura, on the other hand, often just enjoys the comfort and security of having Kyoko hold her. Kyoko isn’t quite as touch starved as Homura is however she’s still pretty damn starved. Kyoko will never admit to this, however, so Homura often forces her to be the little spoon under the guise of wanting to be the one to hold something. But in reality, she just wants Kyoko to feel loved and safe like she does when the roles are reversed. Kyoko really enjoys it, but once again will never admit to it.

Who Made the First Move

Kyoko had been pining after Homura for a longgggg time. Originally, she just dropped light hints before getting more overt about sharing her feelings. Homura chose to pretend not to notice her hints or moves for various reasons that she tried to justify to herself. First, it was because she was getting used to life without being stuck in the loops. Then it was because she simply wasn’t in the headspace for a relationship. Then she told herself it was because she and Kyoko aren’t compatible. Then she told herself she was happy with their current relationship and didn’t want to take a chance on ruining it. Eventually, she ran out of excuses and addmited to herself she was just lying to herself because she was scared. Homura decided to experiment with her feelings, still terrified of committing to an actual relationship with the red head. Her experiments included lingering touches here and there, more drawn-out hugs, more words of affirmation. However, she would still pretend not to notice when Kyoko made advances. Her actions greatly confused the redhead, who thought she was finally making progress with the raventte, only for it to seem like she was still getting nowhere. Progress would only be made on Homura’s terms. More cuddling, maybe even an occasional kiss on the cheek. Only for Homura to shut Kyoko down when she asked how she felt about her. This would build upon a large amount of existing tension that was threatening to burst. This tension eventually turned into a full-on fight over something negligible that wasn't related at all to the root of the problem. While yelling at each other, Kyoko would finally bring up how it felt like she was just a toy to the raventte. Something to just play with for some entertainment. A toy who was always available to Homura whenever she pleased and would take anything Homura would give her. Homura, in the heat of the moment, would respond that she’s not even good enough to be a toy before listing any flaws about the red head that she could throw at her and at the end of her sentence would tell her “I can’t believe I fell in love with an idiot like you”. Kyoko would pause upon hearing those words, and all the anger in her would immediately be subdued. Homura would realize what she had just said, all the fight she had, and she left before Kyoko pulled her into the living room so they could talk about what had just occurred. They’d talk about Kyoko’s feelings of inadequacy and insignificance and Homura’s worries about a relationship and moving forward. They’d end the night off by Kyoko officially asking Homura to be her girlfriend, with Homura responding with a yes before Kyoko pulls her into a kiss.

Who Has More Nightmares TW for lots of stuff

Homura typically has more. The main one she’d have was the sight of the quintet’s bodies lying on the ground, with Madoka’s directly in front of her. Walpurgisnacht’s cries thundered in the background as a bloody rain would fall around her. However, most of them were dispelled once the two started sharing a bed. Unfortunately, a nightmare of Homura’s biggest regrets from the loops began to surface. A tired Homura would be fighting inside a witch's barrier. A shot from one of her pistols put the witch to rest. The witches’ barrier began to crumble, and from a blind spot, a massive chunk of rubble came crashing down on top of her. Homura was unable to react before a flash of red would go behind her, Kyoko pushing her out of the way before the rubble came down right on the red head. Homura would look back to see Kyoko crushed by the wreckage. Her body was bleeding out from under the rock. Kyoko has just saved her life. Kyoko was still alive, her arm outstretched, and her face held a pleading gaze. Homura remembered Kyubey was hovering around Madoka before she had entered the barrier, and worried Madoka would make a wish due to Sayaka’s recent death. Homura began to run to where she last saw Madoka as the barrier collapsed around her. She turned her head to where Kyoko was, and her eyes widened. Kyoko had stopped trying to reach for Homura as tears started flowing. She had accepted, no, expected that Homura would never even bother saving her. Despite this, she still threw herself into harm's way in hopes of protecting Homura. Before running back to Kyoko, Homura would find Madoka and see that Kyubey was nowhere near the pinkette. By the time she made it back, she saw Kyoko’s crushed body. Homura falls to her knees, realizing she had thrown away Kyoko’s life for nothing. That Kyoko had saved her, and in turn, Homura left the girl to die alone. Homura makes eye contact with Kyoko’s cold, dead eyes before the nightmare ends, and Homura wakes up violently shaking. All she can do is turn to hold the red head, sobbing out that she’s so sorry, that she doesn't deserve Kyoko, that she loves her, that she’ll make sure she’s safe forever. Kyoko usually wakes up in a dazed state. While she never knows what Homura is apologizing for, she will hold and kiss Homura regardless until Homura has calmed down.

For Kyoko the same memory constantly repeats. Her father was standing over the bodies of her family. He killed them. She killed them. He was a demon who twisted people's hearts. She was a demon who twisted people’s hearts. He was a selfish monster who couldn’t accept his failure. She was a selfish little girl who put her desires above her family. All that awaits him is hell. She will burn in hell. Because she is a witch. Kyoko’s eyes widen as her father takes his own life. His body collapses to the floor. Her mother, father, and her beloved little sister all lay together. Their blood mixing together in one crimson pool of his doing of her doing. She reaches for the blood-covered blade. She deserves to die. She’s a witch, she’s a witch, she’s a witch, she’s a witch, she’s a witch, she’s a witch, she’s a witch, she’s a witch, she’s a witch, she’s a witch, she’s a witch, she’s a witch, she’s a witch, she’s a witch. She pulls back. No. Her father left her alive for a reason. She had committed the greatest sin. He killed her whole family She killed her whole family. It was his fault It was her fault. Her father was so righteous. He was an incredible man. He was a monster a savior. He kept her alive because she deserves to suffer for what he she had done. She stops reaching for the blade. She turns around and runs away. Leaving the church she loved so much. She doesn’t belong in the house of God. She made a wish made a deal with the devil after all. Her fathers words echoed in her head once. “You’re a witch”

Kyoko does not have the same violent awakening as Homura. Instead, she whimpers quietly as she cries in her sleep. However, Homura is a much lighter sleeper than Kyoko and will wake up in response to the noise regardless. Homura will quickly wake up Kyoko, who will gasp upon being pulled out of her nightmare. She’ll start crying out, apologizing to no one in particular, before Homura can get her to calm down. They’ve had nightmares enough times where they knew what the other was dreaming. Homura whispers sweet nothings into her ear as she tells her it wasn’t her fault. She repeatedly tells her, “You’re not a witch,” until Kyoko believes it. Homura pulls Kyoko’s head into the crook of her neck, holding her close.

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LOVE AND DEEPSPACE GRADUATION FIC UNIVERSITY AU

Pairing: Caleb x Reader

Synopsis: A year ago, your senior Caleb had graduated. Through many tutoring sessions, and time spent together, you’d become close friends and his graduation wasn’t easy. But now it was time for yours. And you missed him.

Contains: slight long distance, confession

No smut!

Word Count: 1714

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Last year, your closest friend, Caleb, graduated from your university, leaving his life behind to begin his pilot training. These days you hardly saw him, and your only means of communication was usually through texts or phone calls. It was time that you reminisced about a lot; you’d cried a lot at that time, afraid of never seeing him again. And it was still painful, of course, but you were dealing. Simply because you had to. Since then, time had passed quickly and before you knew it, your graduation was tomorrow. You were walking back to your small apartment when your phone screen lit up and a call came through.

“Hello?”

“Hey, pipsqueak! You didn’t call me yet today. It’s pretty late. Are you home already?”

“No, I’m walking there now. I stayed a little late to sort some stuff out for tomorrow.”

“Oh, that’s right, your big day. How’re you feelin’?”

“I mean, it’s weird obviously. But I’ll be fine.”

The truth was, you were upset and didn’t want to graduate. You knew for a fact that Caleb would too busy to attend, and so hadn’t even asked him because you knew it would hurt too much to hear his rejection. Even though you were close, he wasn’t under any obligation anyway. He was simply just a senior, after all. Although you weren’t going to lie to yourself, feelings had developed since you’d met him, and it made it hurt all the more that even though you’d pushed through your own selfish hurt to celebrate his graduation, he wasn’t going to be able to be present for yours.

“You doin’ anything to celebrate?”

His voice grounded you once more.

“Not really. I mean, we’ll probably have a farewell dinner or something.”

“You should do something special. It’s an exciting time, pips, you’re becoming independent.”

“I’ve been independent for a long time, Caleb.” You smiled.

The conversation over the phone lasted right up until you arrived at your apartment, and let him know that you had to make yourself some food.

“Alright. It’s good that you’re taking care of yourself, y’know. I’ll speak to you soon. Congrats on graduating! You’re so grown up now, it feels strange.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“I know, it’s crazy. Thank you.”

You ended the call after saying goodbye and finished making food, eating it before collapsing into bed, your heart heavy. You were excited to graduate, excited to start a new path in your life. It just didn’t feel so good when you remembered you could barely share it with the person who meant the most to you. And then you felt silly, he probably didn’t even think of it as deeply as that. You were just the younger student that he’d tutored and somehow become friends with, after all. Even so, you couldn’t stop the hurt from creeping in. He was going to become a pilot, and travel the world, meeting countless people and making endless memories. Without you. So despite knowing that you should be ecstatic, you fell asleep with wet cheeks from the tears that had fallen.

The morning of your graduation rolled around, and you woke up to some messages, however, only one caught your eye.

Caleb 🍎🫶: It’s today!! Congratulations pipsqueak :P

You messaged him a quick thank you before getting yourself ready for the day. One last longing look into the mirror, mourning your younger self and you were gone, sat beside your friend Tara in the audience, waiting to be called up on to the stage.

It felt like a really long wait, but slowly happiness was bubbling up inside you as you applauded your friends. Before you knew it, your name had been called and you walked across the stage as people cheered for you; you couldn’t help but smile. You took your diploma and looked over to Tara and your other friends. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. Of course, you didn’t need Caleb to survive. You could find other friends and happiness on your own. Besides, it was just a graduation, no need for any dramatics.

As some speeches from various teachers happened, you could feel the electric buzzing through the air of anticipation; even Tara beside you seemed to be fizzing in her seat.

Slowly, the ceremony came to an end and you began walking away with your arm around Tara’s waist, hers around yours as well, with big smiles on both of your faces. It was only when you neared the exit that Tara insisted she really needed to pee, and asked you to wait for her, which you agreed to, laughing and shaking your head fondly.

What you didn’t expect was arms to embrace you from behind. It caught you off guard, and you turned sharply, only for your mouth to fall open and your eyes to widen.

“Caleb?”

“You didn’t think I’d miss it, did you?”

His voice was warm and familiar, but soft as he embraced you into a tight hug, which you returned, confusion still etched across your face.

“I don’t- weren’t you busy?”

He pulled away and studied your face for a few seconds, his hands on your shoulders making your face heat up slightly, though you were determined to blame it on the same day if he noticed.

“It’s your graduation, pips. I requested the day off months ago.”

“Really?”

“Obviously. You really thought I’d be a no show?”

“I didn’t…”

It suddenly hit you that you hadn’t seen Caleb in months, not in real life anyway, and video calls were much less frequent than regular voice calls or texts. That stung. In your heart and in your eyes. He leaned closer to you, a hint of a smirk crossing his face.

“Are you cryin’?”

There were many teasing undertones to his question and you couldn’t help but smile, despite sniffing and rubbing your eyes.

“No.”

“Liar. It’s okay, y’know. This is the start of your life, right?”

“Caleb, you can’t just show up after months…”

“Did you miss me?”

You didn’t even have the energy to argue with him, so you just nodded.

“Of course I did.”

“I brought you somethin’.”

You tilted your head as he pulled out a small letter, folded up just like the one you’d given him at his own graduation and you smiled as you took it from him.

You unfolded the piece of paper and your eyes scanned over, reading his words and trying to ignore his looming presence right in front of you.

To Y/N,

You’re not a kid anymore, congrats!! But just so you know, you’ll always be my pipsqueak :P

I didn’t get much of a chance to tell you the first time, when you gave me your letter, so I’m writing my own for you, just to let you know some things.

Number one, I’m so proud of you, pips. All of those tutoring sessions really paid off, so I’m taking some credit for your amazing exam grades. Number two, if you think I haven’t missed you since I left you couldn’t be more wrong. And number three, in response to what your letter said: I can’t imagine my life without you either. I’m thinking about you every day, and I promise to show you the world someday with our own private plane that I can fly whenever I want. But if we’re gonna travel the world together, there’s definitely something you should know, because travel mates don’t keep secrets. This is also your invitation to tell me anything you’re keeping close to your heart too. Since that’s my spot, I wanna know what else you hold dear. I want you to know that I think you’re the most beautiful, precious and amazing girl I’ve ever met. I know you’re scared of your own personality sometimes, but you’re perfect in every way. And to be completely honest, I really like you. I’m taking a shot in the dark with this, but I was kind of getting a feeling that’s how you feel too. Am I right? I hope so. Congrats pipsqueak :P

You read each word. And then again. And then again. This was…a confession? You opened your mouth and then closed it again, your eyes still fixed on the paper. Suddenly, a hand lifted your chin. Caleb was tilting his head at you, his expression soft, yet…vulnerable.

“No matter how many times you read it, what it says isn’t gonna change. Is that a problem?”

“No- no it’s not. I just…wasn’t expecting this.”

“That’s the point of a surprise, pipsqueak. Is there something you wanna say?”

“Uh..was Tara in on this?”

You blurted out without thinking. Caleb blinked, but chuckled.

“Yeah. She’s a good wing woman. Very willing to help out.”

“I can’t believe you both went behind my back for this. How did you even organise that?”

“Does it matter? I’m still waitin’ on your answer.”

“There wasn’t a question.”

You really didn’t know what to say. You knew, of course, you were over the moon, your cheeks were flushed pink enough to tell him that.

“You want an actual question?”

“How am I supposed to answer a sentence?”

“You haven’t changed at all, pipsqueak. Fine.”

He gently placed his hands on yours and your heart fluttered slightly.

“In this galaxy, and every other, could you find it in your heart to indulge my selfish desires?”

“Caleb.”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

Those words. Those words that you’d been waiting for, for over a year now, even maybe almost two. Your heart was pounding and it felt a little bit like you were floating, yet stunned into silence so you just nodded.

“Are you sure?”

He looked at you intently.

“Yes. Yes, of course. I want that. I want it.”

He chuckled, and tilted your head up slightly.

“You want what?”

“Caleb, I swear..”

“Kidding.”

He leant in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, making your heart leap its way right out of your body. Forget his airplane, you were sure you must be in space by now.

After a few seconds, he pulled away, but not much, your faces still incredibly close together, yet your eyes still locked on each others. It was over so quick, and your heart was racing, your face warmer than the sun could ever make it. You could taste salt on your lips and it took you a moment to realise there were tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Come on, pipsqueak. There’s some flowers waiting for you in the car.”