#fluid and changing the moment you've looked away

[moonselune]

Could I request bg3 ladies x reader drabbles of the ladies inadvertently pinning the reader to the ground or to a wall and what they'd do when they both realize the compromising position they're in💜

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Minthara:

The sparring session with Minthara had started off as usual—intense, competitive, and filled with a charged energy that both exhilarated and challenged you. As a skilled paladin Minthara was a formidable opponent, and you relished the opportunity to test your own combat skills against hers.

The training grounds were a flurry of movement and the clashing of weapons. You parried her strikes with precision, your muscles straining with effort as you tried to gain the upper hand. Despite the sweat dripping down your brow and the pounding of your heart, you were thoroughly enjoying the challenge.

In a sudden burst of agility, Minthara launched herself at you, her movements fluid and unpredictable. You sidestepped her initial attack, but she anticipated your evasion and countered swiftly. Before you knew it, her momentum carried both of you crashing to the ground, her body pinning yours beneath her.

For a moment, you were stunned by the sudden change in position. You could feel the heat of Minthara's body against yours, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she struggled to regain her balance. Her eyes widened in surprise, and a hint of pink tinged her cheeks as she realized the compromising nature of your entanglement.

"Well, well," you teased, trying to ignore the racing of your own pulse. "Looks like you've got me pinned, Minthara."

Her lips quirked into a half-smile, her gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips. "Seems that way," she replied, her voice husky with exertion.

You knew this was your chance. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you decided to play dirty, tipping the scales in your favor. Leaning up slightly, you closed the remaining distance between you and pressed your lips firmly against Minthara's.

At first, she stiffened in surprise, her body tense against yours. But as the seconds stretched on, she melted into the kiss, her hands instinctively moving to cradle your face. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of her lips moving against yours, soft yet demanding. This was your time, this was your advantage.

With ease you managed to roll Minthara onto her back and straddle her, pinning her to the floor. When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your chests rising and falling in sync. Minthara stared down at you with a mixture of astonishment and something deeper, a spark of desire dancing in her eyes.

"You… you played dirty," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

You grinned up at her, feeling a rush of victory and satisfaction. "All's fair in love and war, isn't that what they say?"

Minthara chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Indeed. I concede defeat this time, but don't think this means I'll go easy on you next round."

You laughed, helping her to her feet as you both regained your composure. The tension between you had shifted, the dynamic forever altered by the unexpected intimacy of the moment.

As you resumed your sparring, there was an unspoken understanding between you and Minthara. The competition remained fierce, but now there was an added layer of respect and a shared memory that bound you together. And perhaps, just perhaps, a hint of something more blossoming beneath the surface, waiting to be explored.

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Karlach:

The day had been long and challenging, filled with skirmishes and negotiations, leaving both you and Karlach weary but exhilarated with the victories won. As night settled over the camp, the air cooled, and the sounds of celebration faded into murmurs of conversation and the occasional crackle of the dwindling campfire.

You found yourself alone with Karlach near the outskirts of the camp, where the shadows played tricks with the fading light. The tension between you had been palpable all day—moments stolen between battles, glances that lingered a second too long, touches that spoke of more than camaraderie.

Lost in a moment of shared laughter, Karlach playfully shoved you, her hand landing on your chest. But instead of regaining your balance, you stumbled backward, tripping over a rock. Before you could hit the ground, Karlach’s quick reflexes had her closing the distance between you, pinning you to a nearby tree with her body.

There was a split second of realization between you, the sudden proximity and the undeniable closeness hitting both of you simultaneously. Karlach’s eyes widened, her grip on your shoulders tightening involuntarily. Her breath hitched as she took in the proximity, her chest rising and falling with the exertion of the day.

For your part, you couldn’t help but feel the rush of adrenaline mixed with a thrill you dared not name. Karlach was strong and capable, her presence commanding yet strangely tender in this unexpected moment. You could feel her heartbeat through her chest, steady and strong against your own, her skin hot under your touch.

“Sorry,” Karlach breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, though the air seemed charged with electricity between you.

“It’s… it’s alright,” you managed to reply, your voice betraying the rapid pace of your own heart. "You saved me..from the rock....

Karlach’s gaze softened, her hand moving from your shoulder to gently cup your cheek, her touch surprisingly tender despite the raw strength she wielded on the battlefield. Her thumb traced a feather-light path along your jawline, her eyes searching yours for permission, for understanding.

The campfire cast flickering shadows across her face, highlighting the sharp angles and the softness hidden beneath. In this moment, there was no war, no battles to be fought—just the two of you, suspended in time.

“I…” Karlach began, her voice catching. “I didn’t mean…”

Before she could finish, you lifted a hand, gently touching her lips with your fingertips. “I know,” you murmured, a small smile playing on your lips.

Karlach’s eyes widened in surprise, her breath catching. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a tender, tentative kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken desires and the unspoken words that lingered between you.

As you melted into each other, the world around you faded away—the distant sounds of the camp, the cool night air against your skin, all of it receding into the background. There was only this moment, this connection that defied the chaos of their world.

When you finally pulled back, the tension that had held you both captive began to dissipate, replaced by a newfound understanding and an unspoken promise. Karlach rested her forehead against yours, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

“Compromising position, huh?” she murmured, a hint of amusement in her voice.

You chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Seems like it.”

Karlach grinned, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of playfulness and something deeper. “Well, I suppose we should…”

“Yeah,” you agreed, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Maybe find somewhere a bit less… public.”

With a shared laugh, you both untangled yourselves from the tree, stealing one last lingering kiss before making your way back towards the heart of the camp.

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Lae'zel:

The battlefield was chaotic, the clash of swords and the roar of spells echoing through the air. You and Lae'zel had been fighting side by side against a horde of goblins when suddenly, a group of hobgoblin reinforcements appeared from the trees, their eyes locked on your position. With no time to spare, Lae'zel made a split-second decision.

"Get down!" she barked, her voice cutting through the chaos as she tackled you to the ground. The force of her movement was unexpected, and before you knew it, you were pinned beneath her, her body shielding yours from view.

For a moment, all you could feel was the heat of Lae'zel's armor against your skin, her muscles taut with tension as she held you close. Her scent, a mixture of sweat and leather, surrounded you, and the weight of her body pressed against yours sent a rush of warmth through you.

"Lae'zel, get off!" you hissed, trying to push against her chestplate without much success. The urgency in your voice was evident, but Lae'zel seemed unfazed, her attention focused on scanning the battlefield for any sign of movement.

"Quiet," she commanded, her voice low and intense. "They'll pass soon."

You huffed in frustration, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment and something else—something you didn't dare name. Being this close to Lae'zel, feeling the strength of her presence and the way her body held you protectively, stirred emotions you had long tried to bury.

Minutes passed like hours, the tension thick in the air until finally, the hobgoblins moved on, their attention drawn elsewhere. Lae'zel remained still for a moment longer, ensuring the coast was clear before she reluctantly lifted herself off you.

"There," she said, her tone matter-of-fact as she stood and offered you a hand. "We should keep moving."

You accepted her hand gratefully, though the touch sent a jolt of electricity through you. As you rose to your feet, you couldn't meet Lae'zel's gaze, afraid she would see the flush of your cheeks or the rapid beating of your heart.

"Thanks," you muttered, brushing off your clothes and trying to regain your composure.

Lae'zel tilted her head, studying you with a curious expression. "Are you blushing?"

You scowled, feeling your embarrassment deepen. "No, of course not. It's just… unexpected."

She chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine for an entirely different reason. "You're easy to fluster," she remarked, her lips quirking into a half-smile.

You narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms defensively. "Well, maybe if you didn't tackle me like that…"

Lae'zel laughed outright this time, a sound filled with genuine amusement. "Next time, I'll let the hobgoblins have you then, shall I?"

You couldn't help but smile in spite of yourself, the tension easing between you. Despite the awkwardness of the moment, you knew that Lae'zel had acted out of instinct to protect you, and that realization warmed you more than anything.

As you resumed your journey through the battlefield, with Lae'zel teasing you intermittently about your reaction, you couldn't deny the newfound closeness between you. Perhaps there was more to your relationship with Lae'zel than just comrades-in-arms—perhaps there was something forged in battle that ran deeper than either of you had anticipated.

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Shadowheart:

In the dimly lit ruins, amidst the remnants of ancient stones and the faint whispers of forgotten deities, you and Shadowheart found yourselves locked in a tense confrontation. The mission had been perilous, with traps and ambushes lurking around every corner, but your resolve to uncover the secrets of this ancient site kept you pushing forward.

As you rounded a corner, a sudden trap triggered—a cascade of rubble and debris rained down, separating you from the rest of your party. Instinctively, Shadowheart reacted, grabbing your arm and pulling you into a narrow alcove. The force of her movement pinned you against the rough stone wall, her body pressed close to yours in the confined space.

For a moment, you were both frozen in place, the weight of the rubble settling around you echoing the pounding of your hearts. The air was thick with tension, charged with the adrenaline of the near miss and something else—a palpable awareness of each other's presence that seemed to hum in the space between you.

"Are you alright?" Shadowheart's voice was low, barely a whisper, yet it cut through the silence like a blade.

You nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from hers. Her eyes, usually guarded and distant, now held a glimmer of something vulnerable, something raw and unspoken. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt her hand slide from your arm to the wall beside your head, effectively trapping you in her embrace.

"Good," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the echoes of the crumbling stone. "We need to find a way out of here."

Her words were practical, but her proximity was anything but. The warmth of her body seeped through the layers of clothing, sending a shiver down your spine. Without thinking, you lifted your hand to brush a strand of hair away from her face, your fingers trembling slightly at the contact.

For a heartbeat, neither of you moved, caught in a charged silence that spoke volumes. Then, as if guided by some unseen force, Shadowheart leaned forward, her lips brushing against yours in a tentative, almost hesitant kiss.

The world seemed to spin as your senses ignited with the taste of her—the faintest hint of salt from sweat mixed with the sweetness of anticipation. Your mind reeled with the intensity of the moment, the realization sinking in that this wasn't just a fleeting gesture of reassurance. There was something deeper here, something that had been building between you both beneath the surface of duty and danger.

But then, as quickly as it began, Shadowheart pulled back, her eyes wide with shock and regret. "Forgive me," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I… I shouldn't have…"

Before she could finish her sentence, you silenced her with another kiss—a kiss filled with the unspoken emotions and desires that had simmered between you since the day you met. Your hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer as you deepened the kiss, the world around you fading into insignificance.

In that sacred space, amidst the ruins and the echoes of forgotten gods, you found something precious and undeniable—a connection that transcended the boundaries of time and faith.

When you finally broke apart, breathless and shaken, you met Shadowheart's gaze with a mixture of awe and understanding. Her expression softened, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw tenderly.

"Perhaps," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the echoes of your shared breaths, "perhaps we should continue this discussion after we find a way out."

You smiled, the weight of her words lifting a burden you hadn't realized you'd been carrying. "Agreed," you replied, your voice steady despite the rapid beating of your heart. "But first, let's find our way out of here."

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Can I just say I fucking combust at the BG3 ladies requests send me moreeeee, hope you like these ! - Seluney x

[devilfic]

❝friends of the web❞

plot: you have a fear of spiders, but you've made a promise to work past it. peter thinks your determination is really quite adorable. pairing: tasm!peter parker x gn!reader. cw: fluff, humor, established relationship, spiders (not graphic), reader has arachnophobia but is being so brave about it, based on the poem "ten legs, eight broken" by I, e on tiktok because it fundamentally changed the way I interact with small bugs forevermore. words: 1.2k.

a/n: I have had pretty bad arachnophobia my entire life and after reading ten legs, eight broken a while back, it convinced me to start saving little spiders I find in my house. this fic is 100% based on how that ends up going every single time. minus peter parker coming to save the day

He's careful, stomach coiled tight to control his breathing. One hand is delicately pinching a bolt with tweezers, the other holding his webshooter frighteningly still. One wrong move would trigger the suspension, and about four hours' worth of fluid refill would end up all over his research notes. He has to be slow. He lowers the tweezers another half inch.

Gently, the bolt's thread catches and he releases the breath he'd been holding. In that same moment, you shout and his tweezers slip.

It's the feeling of webs spraying him in the face that he registers first, their tendrils catching onto his glasses and eyelashes and lips. Then it's your rushed breathing, the pumping of your heart nearly beating out of your chest. He doesn't feel a tingle along his spine but your shout jolts Peter out of his spell. In an instant, he's batting away the webs and throwing himself out of his office with enough velocity to take down a wall. He's expecting scorpions, vultures, lizards, his hearing zeroing in on you, and-

-and he turns the corner and there's you, crouched on the floor, hands cupped in front of you—cocooning something. "Hey, hey, hey, whoa, whoa." Peter's eyes flit around the room, looking for the threat his senses ought to have picked up on by now, and kneels beside you. He focuses on your hands and your complete and utter lack of urgency. "What's going on?"

You glance to the side, so quick he doesn't even think you register the panic on his face, "Pete, thank God. Can you talk to this thing for me?"

You move your hand and the other breathing thing in the room becomes apparent. A spider, barely the size of a crumb, is crawling over mountains of carpet thread. It's moving quickly but in circles, clearly confounded by the terrain. Peter looks at you. He drags each syllable out as he asks, "What is happening?"

You shift and Peter shifts with you, keeping an eye on the spider, "This thing- this spider is such a jackass."

"Yeah?"

"I'm trying to get him outside and he won't go."

You've got a flier for Pilates in the Park clenched in one hand, while the other is cautiously putting a wall between the spider and the abyss under your sofa, a place where even Peter dares not go. "Why don't you just kill it?"

Clearly that was the wrong thing to say. You look horrified at him as you answer, "I can't kill him!"

"Do we- are we sure it's a him? Have you decided he's a him?"

"I made a promise to myself that I would stop killing."

"I don't think... okay, what is going on here?"

You struggle to explain and focus on the spider at the same time, "It's a resolution I made for the new year. That even though I'm terrified of these things, I won't kill them anymore because... because they're living beings just like me." Peter watches you bite your lip, a twinge of pity sewn into the divot between your furrowed brows, "So I'm putting them outside whenever I see one... if only they would stop being jackasses about it."

Peter half-laughs, half-sighs. The little spider crawling around on the ground is none the wiser to your inner peril, "This isn't just because your boyfriend is, like, 1/3 spider, is it? I won't take it personally if you hit him with a shoe."

You snort and place your flier in front of the escaping spider, watching it crawl over the word "yoga" before making a u-turn for the carpet, "Of course not, my spider overlord."

You try to scoop up the spider again but every time you lift the paper, it dives off the other side and back into the carpet. "How long does this usually take?" Peter asks. He sits back on his ass, propping up a knee to rest his arm on.

"Ten minutes at best. If I don't lose them."

"Hm. And this works for you?"

You pout up at him, scooping up the spider again and watching it fly off once more, "I usually manage to get them outside, I'll have you know."

"And the screaming?"

"I never said it was a peaceful process."

"So, let me get this straight," Peter leans into you, "you spot the spider, you grab the nearest piece of paper, you try to get the spider on the paper, and then you...?"

"Scream and run until I make it to the window."

"Why- why the screaming?"

You wince, trying not to lose the bug in the carpet, "Because I'm scared they'll touch me." Your boyfriend tickles his fingers along your arm and you shiver, swatting him with your free hand.

After another failed attempt, Peter places his hand in front of the spider's path and it crawls into his palm to get to the kitchen. Before it can cross over into tiled territory, it's forced to a sudden stop, and Peter takes advantage.

It takes him three strides to get to the living room window, yank it open, and release the spiderling into the wild.

You're standing behind him with a look of frustration on your face, even though your shoulders have finally sagged with relief, "How'd you convince him to sit in your hand like that?"

"I didn't. Sticky hands." Peter wiggles all his fingers at you, amused.

"Wh- that's it? Do they not usually listen to you or something?" You grab one of his hands and quickly realize he's using that ability on you this time. He's got you stuck in a handhold.

"I can't remember when I ever said I could talk to spiders."

"I mean, it seems like a pretty fair assumption," you grumble, trying to shake his hand away before giving in, "they put their juices in you after all."

"Why would you say that?"

"Thanks for the help, by the way. I'm still... getting used to not panicking when I see them."

Peter raises his other hand to your hair and gives you a kiss on the temple, smiling against your skin, "You are so, so, so brave."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I mean, it's pretty brave to show mercy to something you fear, right? You could've killed it or asked me to do it, but you didn't. You wanted it to live."

"It doesn't mean to scare me," you bring your intertwined hands up to your mouth and press a kiss to his knuckles, "I'd want it to take pity on me if it was the other way around."

"I think the spiders will appreciate that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Then why do they give me such a hard time?"

"Well, you're so scared of them that you don't even realize they're just as scared of you. You gotta make 'em like you, you know?"

"Got any tips for that?"

Peter guides his free hand to your waist, rocking you side to side, "Hm. Buy them sushi. Take them to a midnight showing of Night of the Living Dead. Tell him you think his nerdy rambling after the movie is sexy..." You giggle into Peter's chest and his heart swells, "Don't laugh! It worked on me."

You tilt your head up and he steals a kiss without hesitation, making you stumble on what you say next, "How about you just come let them out for me next time, hm?"

"And if I'm not around?"

"...make me a super scientific spider catching gadget?"

Peter hooks his hands underneath your thighs and hikes you up around his waist, "I'll make you one if you refill my web fluid for me."

"You can fill me with your web fluid."

"Okay. I'm putting you in time out, freak."

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[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

ALL IS FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR - PART 1

Pairing - Jonathan Crane x fem!reader

Summary - When you were attacked in your own home, you confined yourself with Jonathan to help you heal. Until you learn a sickening truth that changes everything.

Warnings - extreme NON-CON, dub con, rough sex, drugging, oral, hand job, grinding, manipulation, stalking, controlling.

Word count - 6.9k+

Notes - I've been working on this for a long time and after many rewrites, this is the first of a two part story. This simple idea turned out to be so long that I had to split it up otherwise I would never finish it. Probably the darkest story I've written. Please note story isn't in chronology order. Comments/messages are urged if this even deserves the second part please. And I'm sorry but I hate proof reading.

For the first time forever, you felt as if you’ve finally recognised your priorities. You wanted Jonathan, you needed Jonathan. In desperate need of your call for help, you visualized screaming his name. Not the authorities, not a knight in shining armor, not a God, it was Jonathan. 

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop trembling as you remained curled up in a ball in your kitchen. The room was as dark as the deepest corner of a cave and it was as cold as ice on this winter’s night. All of your thoughts didn’t match up with each other as if they were scrambled in a pan like eggs, you struggled to remember where and who you were. 

Hesitantly, you gripped onto the edge of the counter, your knuckles turned white as you pulled your aching body up as your hands searched and patted over the counter top. Feeling the home phone in your shaking hand, the buttons flashed a dim white light, but it was all a blur to you as you dialed the number. Holding the phone to your ear with an unsteady grip, you listened to the phone ring. Praying to any God that he would answer. Right when you thought the call was going to ring out, you heard his breathing on the other end of the line for a brief moment.

Your friendship had recently hit rock bottom with Jonathan, it was your fault, you know it was. You shouldn’t have been drinking in such an emotional state, you shouldn't have dressed the way you did, you shouldn’t have looked at him in that manner. You were selfish, merely wanting somebody’s complete attention. You've always led on Doctor Jonathan Crane, the ruthless misanthrope psychiatrist who had an undying obsession with you. But that night, you foolishly crossed the line you were determined to stay away from.

“What is it?” Jonathan answered, not sounding pleased to be answering a call at this time of the night, or by you, most likely both. But you were so relieved to hear his voice that you couldn’t help but to sob out loud. It felt like a massive weight was lifted off of your shoulders yet you never felt more empty. Your voice choked as you attempted to say something, anything. “Darling? What’s wrong?” Jonathan continued, his tone completely switching as he voiced his concern. 

“I- Johnny… I-I” you cried, lost for words. 

Your mind was still fuzzy as you looked down at your body, your pajama shorts ripped in multiple spots and dried fluids all over your flesh. You could hear him begging you to tell him what was wrong, had something happened to you? But you were still too deep in a state of shock and confusion to say anything. No matter how desperately you wanted to beg Jonathan to come save you, all you could do was sob. 

“Calm down, I’m leaving right now sweetheart. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Please stay calm darling” he promised you before hanging up the line. If he could stay on the phone with you, he would.  

As the line went dead, you collapsed back onto the floor, curling back up into a ball as your body trembled in mental and physical distress. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t do as he asked, how could you stay calm after this?

Jonathan used the spare key you gave him to open the door and quickly punched in the security code to your alarm system. Rushing down the dark hallway, he was calling out your name repetitively and flicked on the lights in the kitchen to reveal the heavily intoxicated you. Jonathan rushed to your side and kneeled, your eyes were glued shut from fear, your teeth chattering as he slowly went to touch your shoulder. Startled, you shrieked and flung yourself back, hitting your head on the wooden counter which caused flashing white lines through your darkened sight. 

“Shhhh” Jonathan soothed, pulling your body towards him, embracing you. Your body was as stiff as stone under his. “It’s just me sweetheart. Jonathan, it’s Johnny” he clarified, rubbing your back as he pressed his warm lips to your cold temple. 

Your mind was still unclear with whatever hardcore substance was in your system and you struggled to keep your eyes open. Your skin felt filthy, as if you were drenched in grease. It was difficult to breathe, your chest tight and throat dehydrated. The feeling of agony weighed heavy on you, keeping you locked to the cold tiled floor. You looked at Jonathan with hesitation through teary eyes, not trusting him. 

When you realized it really was him you cried into his chest, letting it all out, holding onto him for dear life. Gently cooling by your ear to help calm you down, Jonathan rocked you back and forth as his eyes wandered around the lit room. He could see the havoc of your kitchen. The utensils spread all over the counter, broken glass and water on the floor.

“I’m here, you’re safe now” Jonathan promised you and despite your disoriented state, you knew his words to be true. 

Doctor Jonathan Crane was an intriguing character. Many would use precise words such as: bumptious, narcissistic, cunning and barbaric when describing him. He was a walking hazard. They’d all warn you to stay away from him, he was expressed as a psychotic genius who lets Hell rain in Arkham Asylum through his experiments for his own intellectual growth. 

To you, he was kind, understanding and never failed to make you feel like the most important person in the room. You cannot lie, your friendship with Jonathan was certainly unconventional. But Jonathan was smitten by you, and you felt tenderness with the idea of always having someone there for you. 

After almost an hour of blubbering on the floor, you laid back in the passenger seat in a dopey state, wrapped up in his coat as he cautiously drove you back to his house, gazing over to you every few seconds. The paranoia of that man, that monster coming back was too overbearing. Jonathan inwardly deemed that he would be able to take better care of you. He never had optimism in others, especially to the care of you. When the engine’s rumbled came to a sudden silence in the garage, Jonathan completely looked over to you, his fingertips brushing over your jawline. He grabbed your small bag in the backseat first, he’d pick up more belongings in the morning. Opening the car door for you, he wrapped his arm around you protectively and picked you off the ground bridal style. 

“Do you have any idea what he gave you sweetheart?” Jonathan projected as he carried you to his bedroom, laying you on the bed. Gently, you shook your head. “Well, you don’t look like you're overdosing…” Jonathan observed, checking your pulse. “But better to be safe than sorry” he murmured. 

Jonathan disappeared and reappeared swiftly, standing by your side with medical equipment. The vital signs were quickly checked. Besides your disorientation and heightened sense of fear, you showed no physical symptoms of an overdose. 

“Any chest pains? Nausea? Abdominal pain?” Jonathan asked slowly and you continued to shake your head. Humming in response, Jonathan searched through his bag and picked out a tablet. “Take this” he instructed. 

But you were skeptical as you squinted your eyes to the small white pill. Jonathan sighed and motioned the pill towards your lips. Your dry lips parted as he slipped the pill into your mouth, followed by the rim of a water bottle to help swallow it down.

“You need a bath, then I’ll make you some tea, okay?” Jonathan told you, caressing your forearm. 

Nodding in agreement, you watched Jonathan slip into the ensuite and you heard the water running, Your body lightly trembled as you closed your eyes and when you opened them again, you were in the bath with Jonathan kneeling beside you as he ran a cloth up and down your now warm skin, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The water had a scent in it, lavender you believed. The steam dancing up into thin air over the water. 

You looked around your surroundings and then down as you saw your exposed body. Your arms instinctively went to cover yourself as your whimpers began to grow. A hush left Jonathan’s lips as his hand intertwined with yours to help calm you. He gave you a stern stare that screamed for you to stay calm. Yet his soft eyes were begging you to trust him, you took a deep breath in and laid your head back. It’s nothing Jonathan hasn’t seen after all. 

Jonathan wrapped the towel around you tightly after he guided you out of the tub, his hands rubbing up and down your shoulders as he walked you into his walk-in wardrobe. He helped you dress into your pajamas, yet the short sleeves and pants made you feel insecure. Your arms wrapped around your body and Jonathan cocked an eyebrow to you. After studying your expression, he pulled out his old university hoodie and slid it over your head. You sighed in relief, the scent of him still strongly on the fabric. 

Trailing after him like a lost puppy to the kitchen, he flicked on the kettle and plucked out an apple from the fruit bowl. Whilst waiting for the kettle to boil, he quickly sliced the apple into bite sized pieces and hand fed you bit by bit. 

“It’ll help calm your mind” Jonathan exhaled as he poured the hot water into the herbal tea. The mug was set beside you as he watched you momentarily, waiting for the tea to cool down. 

After a few minutes you took a small sip and breathed out, fresh tears pricking at your strained eyes. Everytime you closed your eyes you could see him, that monster, creature. Shifting your focus directly onto your tea, the two of you stood in silence, Jonathan’s eyes still set on you. The clock read 4:08 as its hands ticked loudly. 

He took your mug as you finished it. “I’ll sleep on the couch” he stated, gently pushing you in the direction of the bedroom. You came to a sudden stop as you turned around to face him. 

“Please don’t… Stay with me” you weakly begged, dreading the idea of being alone. 

Jonathan’s eyes softened as he nodded in agreement and he guided you to the bedroom. He laid you comfortably on the bed and vanished into the walk-in wardrobe, returning in cozy pants and a long sleeve top. You slipped underneath the bed as his blue eyes stalked you, Jonathan slithered onto the bed and underneath the covers like a snake, pulling your fragile body towards his. Your breathing was staggered as laid your head on his firm chest, he left the lamp on, caressing your back as your tired eyes urged you to shut them but you were too afraid of seeing him again. 

After what felt like hours of just laying there, even though it was only a few minutes, your breathing got rougher as the memories began to control your thoughts. Your hand wrapped around his side firmly and Jonathan looked down. 

“Breathe in darling” Jonathan whispered. 

“What?” you frowned, looking up to him. 

“Breath in” he softly smiled, you did as he said. “Now breathe out” he continued on. Breathing out, Jonathan coached you to do it over and over again. 

Your chest relaxed as you laid your head back onto his chest, your tired eyes taking over you as you continued to breathe in and out at a steady pace. He whispered calming thoughts by your ear, he was so good with words.

“That’s a good girl” Jonathan whispered as you fell into a deep slumber, free from fear just for now. 

You met Jonathan at Gotham University. Everyone on campus despised him, a cocky know it all who’d jump at a debate whenever it raised on the surface. Jonathan was the first in all of his classes, no matter how hard all of the other students tried, he was unbeatable. But you couldn’t help but to be curious with his presence when you’d see him around campus. He was cute, charming if he wore the right clothes, but he was certainly a unique character. Jonathan was passionate, eager and sharp. 

He was in the year above you so you never had a real reason to talk to him. But if you’d walk past him in the hallways you’d greet him, he would never reply back however, hardly acknowledge your existence nevertheless. Yet sometimes you’d look up wherever you were on campus and catch him watching you. Like you were a gazelle in an open field. Usually people would instantly look away after being caught, but he continued to stare, as if he was studying you, dissecting you apart with his ocean blue eyes. 

It wasn’t until your second year when he approached you in the campus gardens, blocking off the sunlight, you looked up to the boy with dark hair. “Is it Professor Dickens or Winston that has you in such a state of distress?” Jonathan questioned you cockily, staring down at you with a sly grin, his hands behind his back. His rectangular framed glasses made him look goofy yet somewhat intimidating. 

After a short silence, you responded with a light chuckle, “Dickens” and Jonathan hummed loudly.  

“Ah, I do not speak from experience. However, many find Professor Dickens to be rather… rigorous” Jonathan replied, leaning over to look at the book you were studying. “I remember that textbook, it was rather unchallenging. What are you struggling with?” Jonathan asked, kneeling down next to you now to look at your jots in your notebook. 

“All of it really” you sighed, furrowing your eyebrows at how he is actually associating himself with you. “I had to leave town for a few days, my grandma was very ill. Professor Dickens didn’t approve of my appeal for an extension” you muttered slightly, feeling a wave of anger at the situation. 

“No issue, I was Professor Dickens star pupil” Jonathan responded, taking your notebook off of you without consent. Jonathan was all of his Professors’ star pupil. “I’ll be sure to make you the next” he grinned at you.

Your peculiar friendship rapidly continued to blossom over the months. Multiple times of the week you’d find yourself residing somewhere hidden on campus with Jonathan, sharing reports, experiments and research with one another. He became your mentor, tutor, inspiration to strive for brilliance in your education. 

Jonathan didn’t seem to be as evil as everyone made him out to be. However, you quickly realized that this behavior was merely reserved towards you. Not that he ever did any romantic gestures towards you. You could just read his eyes like a children’s book. Shamefully, you liked Jonathan, a lot more than you wanted to. Jonathan was a puzzle that you had this urge to try to solve, yet at times the pieces you’d connect together felt sinister which you ignorantly chose to ignore.

To Jonathan’s clear distaste, you were already in a relationship. Daniel was your high school sweetheart, but that relationship quickly went sour as you graduated. If you weren’t so comfortable with him, you would have broken up with him at the first red flag. No one should put up with the abuse and neglect he showed you. Especially with the bad habits he had picked up during your relationship. But you were young and naive, too afraid of what life would look like without him. 

Jonathan became aware of his maltreatment towards you when he noticed a light bruise over your jaw and a horrible excuse as to how it occurred. He knew you were lying by the way your cheeks would turn a few shades darker. This situation was no exception. But he said nothing, surprising with how he was always proud to state his opinion. Jonathan unhappily went along with your little lie to keep you content. 

Then, Daniel disappeared into thin air. Packed up all of his belongings abruptly in the middle of the night and never saw his face again. It wasn’t a surprise really, he had a cocaine issue, most likely made a few bad friends in the dark alleys of Gotham. You weren’t sure he ran away, or if something far sinister had occurred. Nevertheless, it was a shattering experience. But you had Jonathan to lean on for support and you couldn’t be anymore grateful. 

Expectedly shortly after, Jonathan confessed his feelings for you confidently yet emotionlessly. He was extremely understanding when you said that you couldn’t think about seeing people again yet and how you’d hate to ruin your friendship. Because it did mean so much to you. Jonathan only couldn’t resist keeping those thoughts inside of him any longer. Your friendship continued on like normal. 

When Jonathan earned his doctorate, you demanded he’d celebrate with you. As if he even had any other options. You were going to plan him a special night, but he had already beat you to it, he was such a control freak. The night was spent at one of Gotham’s finest restaurants. He wore his finest black suit and you wore a gorgeous bodycon silk green dress. It was the first time you had ever drank with Jonathan, you had a bottle of champagne on ice to share. Traditionally, Jonathan placed his card in the folder and flashed you a grin. It was one of the best nights of your life, living in luxury, gratefully with him. 

“I know I told you no gifts, but there is one thing that I wish from you” Jonathan exhaled as he parked his car outside of your apartment block. He looked over to you slowly and you could feel your heart pound in your chest, your throat tighten as if something had tied rope around it. 

You knew exactly what path he was walking down, this day was bound to pounch back at you again. When else then after an unofficial romantic dinner at one of Gotham’s finest?

“Yes Johnny?” You awkwardly chuckled, the streetlamps illuminating his expression of despair. 

“A kiss” he whispered, his look begging you to agree with him as he straightened his posture. 

“Jonathan” you warned, breaking eye contact immediately. What else should you have expected? It was your typical romantic dinner, he paid the bill, now you had to pay up with a different currency. 

“Just once… Every time I heard students snicker behind my back about how I… Couldn't pull…” Jonathan’s tongue clicked as if a drop of venom fell onto it. “I could never help but to feel embarrassed with them being correct, for once” he continued on, looking away from you in the same. “But yes, I have never had the pleasure of kissing a woman before, especially someone as beautiful as you” Jonathan admitted, sighing dramatically at the embarrassment.  

“Never?” You frowned towards him, feeling slightly guilty. 

As if it wasn’t as clear as day, he never spoke about his natural urges with you. A part of you was convinced that he would come out as asexual one day. It was all so extremely rare for him to get along with others, he would never do a sneaky link, especially during the academic period. No wonder he was always such an asshole to others. 

“Unfortunately my brilliance in psychology doesn’t even out my ill-manners towards others” Jonathan exhaled, biting on his lips at the unfortunate truth. 

Perhaps it was the champagne urging you towards him, but Jonathan just looked so sweet and innocent right now. You couldn’t help but to feel sympathy for him, especially after all he has done for you. 

“One kiss…” you stated, holding up one finger. 

Jonathan gently nodded and leant towards you eagerly, his hands snaked to your back to pull your bodies together. If only you could hear how rapid his heartbeat was. He was hesitant, so you closed the distance and pressed your lips against his. 

Jonathan hummed, his mouth opening ajar for his tongue to slip out, subconsciously you allowed his slippery tongue inside your warm mouth. His hands slowly slid up your back as your tongues danced together in the silent atmosphere. Right as you noticed your body being drawn to him you abruptly pulled yourself away from him. The pair of you silently caught your breath. 

There was a brief moment of silence, your mind still registering how intense of a kiss that was. How strong it felt when it should have felt like nothing. 

“Thank you darling” Jonathan smiled as he leaned back into his seat, but his hand danced over yours and you allowed him to. 

“We need to find you a hooker to get you laid” you laughed, playfully smacking his hand. 

If your studies didn’t teach you much of manipulation, Jonathan sure did. He was a puppeteer, you’d never want him to attach strings to you. Considering how afraid you were of getting his claws on you, you seemed to forget the leash you had on Jonathan. He’d do anything for you, you’d be lying if you said that you’ve never taken advantage of that. But at the end of the day, your relationship with Jonathan was simple and fundamental. To his dismay, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

There was this unwritten debt between Jonathan and yourself. He gave you favor after favor without hesitation over the years accompanied by a toothy grin. Jonathan continued to mentor you in your last year of university despite having a demanding full time profession. Landed you an interview at Arkham Asylum when you were in desperate need of a job. It was only temporary to be in the forensic psychiatric department, working with the criminally insane just wasn’t your ideal workplace unlike Jonathan’s. You were much more interested in neuropsychiatry. He gave you an excellent reference for your current job. Realistically, you shouldn’t have gotten the job with a salary that good, but he made it work. Jonathan has been your rock for years, you egocentrically seemed to forget how much you really did depend on him. 

It made you feel like a horrible person, but he was already clingy enough with you, not that you seemed to complain, you enjoyed the company. You’d talk most days despite your busy schedules. The pair of you would spend the majority of your free days together by exploring museums, watching theater performances or going out for a lovely meal. The blind eye would assume the pair of you were a couple, sometimes you even wondered if you were. 

Jonathan hated it when you hung out with others, especially if you didn’t tell him prior. A foul word never slipped his mouth, but you could hear it all in his tone, if not see it in his stern expression. Sometimes you’d tell him of your dates just to get him to back off every once in a while. Doctor Jonathan Crane was a jealous man around you, because he couldn’t have you the way he wanted to. A part of you grew to find it stimulating over the course, because he had no control in the situation. 

Yet your love life was hopeless. The vitality of your sex life purely depended on one night stands after a drunken night out. Whenever you were asked on a date, he’d ghost you before the second date. So you gave up on dating for a long time, focusing on your work instead. At the end of some nights with an empty bottle of wine, you’d think of Jonathan, the potential there was with him. But you would always feel your stomach turn, or throat tighten at the thought of being completely his. 

But then, you unexpectedly fell for your new coworker Anthony Gray. Anthony was a total catch, confident, charming, respected, physically built and loving. There was this instant spark that neither of you wanted to deny, eager to pounce on the sensation. Within the workplace you found yourself sneaking around with him, kissing him, touching him, feeling him inside of you. The workplace had a conflict of interest policy, let alone a no fucking on the job policy. The two of you kept your affair hidden, there were eyes everywhere in Gotham and you’d be stupid to get fired over having dinner in the wrong place. If it wasn’t in the building, you’d be at one or another’s house. It was a thrilling sensation to keep your relationship a secret from everyone in Gotham, including Jonathan, but the pair of you were figuring out how to make it work publicly. 

Telling Jonathan of your little love affair was the least of your priorities even though the relationship was growing more stable by the day. Even though you never gave him any hints of mutual affection, he seemed to be eternally entranced by you. Patiently waiting for the opportunity to have you, claim you, own you.

Unknowingly, well slightly knowingly, you distanced yourself from Jonathan. Only by missing a few phone calls from him and sounding distracted over the phone when you did answer. Typically, Jonathan picked up on this unusual behavior within a snap. Suddenly showing up on your doorstep one day as if to catch you out, with a loaf of bread in his hands. 

“Oh, Johnny! What brings you here?” You chuckled, looking him up and down. 

“It had been a while, so I thought I’d surprise you. Grabbed it from that market place we use to go to every weekend” he answered, heavily emphasizing on the words ‘use to’. 

After an awkward moment of silence, you took a step back and gestured to him to come inside, he took your offer instantly. 

“So, what have you been up to?” Jonathan asked, his tone making it sound like a demanding question. 

“Just working really, going out a few times” you replied, hoping the lie will lead him down the wrong path as you pulled out the bread knife from the block. Jonathan hummed as he dropped the bread onto the cutting board, almost in a forceful manner. You turned back to him, frowning as you tried to read his emotion. 

You’d think with your doctorate in psychiatry you’d be able to completely read him right now, but in moments like this, he was a wolf hidden amongst the trees.

“Everything okay Johnny?” You murmured. 

There was a low groan that left his lips, his eyes twitching slightly as he debated to say what he really wanted to say. “Just backed up with a lot of paperwork” Jonathan eventually answered, spinning on his heel to pull the butter out from the fridge.  

You weren’t ready to shatter his heart into millions of pieces, not yet. Especially in such an isolated setting, it made you feel anxious to the core. Just a few more weeks, of peace, of zen with Anthony. Then you’d break the news to Jonathan, perhaps your friendship too, and most certainly his heart. 

You brought Anthony over to your house the next day, unaware of a lingering figure across the street who’s knuckles turned white and teeth gritted together. 

After a few slow knocks, you lowered your head as you waited patiently for the door to open. You look down at your dress again, you had changed your clothes multiple times. Everything you put on made you feel ugly and insecure. The door swung open, Jonathan gave you a sympathetic look as he gestured you to come inside. His hands briefly rested on your shoulder as he took off your coat, revealing your simple yet elegant black dress. Leading you to the living room, you sat on the space gray couch, eyes looking over the small cheese board. 

Jonathan wandered off to the kitchen, his back turned to you as he picked up two wine glasses and a fine bottle of shiraz. The sound of the dark red substance gracefully falling into the glass filled your ears as you played with the rim of your dress. 

“So, how are you feeling?” Jonathan asked softly, standing tall as he held out your glass. 

“Like shit” you mumbled, accepting the glass without hesitation and downing half of it within one big chug. Jonathan snorted lightly as he sat down next to you. 

“Darling, darling, darling” he sighed, his lips resting on the rim of the glass. You rolled your eyes at his lecture like tone and expression. Feeling like he was going to scold you like a child. “You should have had me meet him first, for a third party perspective and opinion” Jonathan continued on after he took a sip. 

“Didn’t realize this was mediation Jonathan” you gritted your teeth. 

When Anthony didn’t show up to work one day, you found it extremely odd. Presuming that he would have contacted you if he wasn’t going to be showing up. You had messaged him a couple of times during the day but they were all left on delivered. It wasn’t until you got home from a tiring day's work that you saw the letter in your mailbox. By the time you got to his house, everything looked to have been moved out through the open blinds. 

“I’m sorry darling, I am” Jonathan swore. 

It was an opposing response from Jonathan. Yes, he was sorry with how negative you were feeling, but he couldn’t help but to feel happy at the outcome of your relationship. His fingertips brushed over your bare knee as you finished the glass, motioning the empty glass towards Jonathan for a refill. 

He chuckled lightly and took the glass from you. The taste of grapes lingered on your tongue as you waited for his return. The glass was almost filled to the rim. Jonathan wasn’t much of a drinker, he always claimed how alcohol could kill his intellectual potential. But on nights like these, he made an exception for you. 

When you were three drinks in, your thoughts and emotions came to light, just as Jonathan predicted. “I just-” you slurred, fingers trailing over the rim of the glass. Your eyes watered at the thought of Anthony and how he left you without proper closure. You blinked hard, the wine hitting you much harder than predicted, perhaps that’s what happens when you’ve hardly eaten all week. “Don’t understand” you eventually finished your sentence in a mumble as Jonathan returned with your fourth glass of wine. “He told me he was fixing things with his ex, moving across the country to be with her. I didn't even know about her…” You sighed loudly, feeling your eyes prickle and swell up. 

“He’s a moron who cannot appreciate beauty, what else do I need to say darling?” Jonathan cocked an eyebrow to you, swirling the remaining drops of wine in his glass. 

You felt dizzy, your thoughts were slightly disoriented as you hummed longly in return. There was a gentle sway in your body, as your tongue poked into the wine. Jonathan finished his wine and placed it on the coffee table with a clink. 

Leaning closer to you, your heartbeat picked up and you could feel jittery over your skin. Were his eyes always that captivating blue? Your stomach turned, in a good way, a way you’ve forgotten about for so long.

“You deserve to be treated so much better” Jonathan confessed through a sigh, his arm snaking behind your back to pull you closer to him. 

Of the few times you’ve drunken with Jonathan, he has never been this touchy. Yet, you couldn’t help but to feel a new sensation of this. 

“I know, I’ll get over it eventually” you responded, avoiding eye contact with him. Yet you couldn’t help but to enjoy the warmth and security of his arm around your body. 

“Do you know how a man should treat you?” Jonathan murmured, a small sly grin on his lips. 

“How?” You frowned towards him in a growing blurry vision, unknowingly leaning closer to him. 

“Worshiped every day, body, mind and soul” he answered calmly, his eyes slowly examining your body. 

“You don’t mean that” you lightly scoffed, bringing the drink back to your lips to distract yourself, as if that will do any help. 

When you put the glass down on the coffee table, Jonathan took your chin in his hand. Staring at one another, you waited for him to make a move, but he just admired you, his lips ajar open as his thumb rolled circles over your soft skin. 

“I do” Jonathan vowed. Your head felt unfocused, your body felt like it was floating. This was like you were in a dream. “I can treat you so much better. I will treat you so much better” Jonathan corrected himself, now gripping onto your inner thigh instead of your chin. “Just give me a chance to show you how you deserve to be loved” Jonathan pleaded, pressing his forehead against yours. “Please” he begged softly, waiting for you to open the door for him. Your face turned away at his words, at his pleading. 

On any other night, you probably would have ran for the hills. But tonight, you desperately wanted to get Anthony out of your mind. It felt contradicting with how right and wrong it felt. But it didn’t phase you what would happen tomorrow, you wanted Jonathan right now. 

There was no response from you, Jonathan took that as his que to guide your face to directly look at him so he could kiss you. It surprised you with how soft his lips were, the way he hummed softly as he gently pushed his tongue into your warm mouth. After a quick stiff moment, your stance relaxed and you leaned closer to him. Your arms naturally wrapped around his shoulders to pull him closer to you. Jonathan groaned into your mouth, his hand pulled your hips over to straddle his lap. 

It felt so wrong, but he was so skillful with that tongue of his. Your logic was imprisoned by your sensations right now. Soft hands running up and down your heated skin, you couldn’t resist but to moan back into his mouth. Your cunt was aching for him so you non controllingly began rocking over his already formed boner. He nibbled at your neck, causing you to giggle as you grind over him in an unsteady motion. 

You lifted your hips up slightly as your hand brushed down his torso, Jonathan’s head fell back as he watched you, his mouth open. There was a slow moan from him as your hand cupped his crotch, Jonathan grinned widely, his own hands slipping down to unbutton his trousers. Quickly, your hand slipped underneath his underwear and you were stroking his firm size slowly. 

“Let me take you to the bedroom” Jonathan pleaded and you hummed in a daze like state. 

Jonathan picked you up and impatiently carried you to his bedroom. Giggling like a child over his shoulder, Jonathan laid you onto his bed, your flats falling off in the process. He straddled you down just as quick. The lamp was already on so you took a good look at his expression. 

An animal. That’s what you saw initially despite your heavily drunken state. A predator who was ready to attack his prey and you were helpless right now, the back of your mind was hoping that you’d just sink into the bed to get away from him. 

He wasn’t as gentle as you’d hope him to be as his soft hands groped your body. “What are you doing?” You murmured, as he slid down your body, his knees landing on the floor. 

There was no response from him except a groan. He pulled your hips forward and scrunched your dress up. It felt like fireworks exploding up your skin, the way his fingers trailed over you. Jonathan pulled your thong off of your legs, kissing your inner calf afterwards. 

“Wait…” you objected, common sense trying to snap you out of this trance, but he ignored you. 

“Waited so long for this, so, so long” Jonathan moaned, crawling up your lower body until his breath reached your bare cunt. 

Kissing your inner thigh, Jonathan looked at you, just wanting to take your nervous expression in for a moment. He placed your legs over his shoulders as his tongue slithered over your core. Your abdomen tensed and legs tightened around his head. His tongue zigzagged over sensitive skin, causing a rather loud yelp of pleasure. It was humiliating with how fucking good he could use that tongue of his. 

Your growing orgasm built on your tummy as his tongue slipped inside your sweet hole. Your fingers gripped into his hair to pull his head away, it was just all so much, you felt like you were blacking out. But Jonathan’s head was stuck in your cunt like it was glued. He was lapping you up as if he was starving, his left thumb found its way to your clit and rubbed desperately to make you release. 

“Jonathan” you moaned, eyes squeezed shut. 

Jonathan only moaned in response, his mouth full of your sweet substance. You tried to hold it off, but failed miserably, coming all over Jonathan’s face without warning, your hips rocking in rhythm with your orgasm. However, Jonathan greedily ate you all up, quickly climbing on top of your body. He swiftly pulled your dress off over your head and his hands trailed over your breasts. A small laugh left his lips as he ripped off your nipple covers, his crotch pressed into your abdominal.  

Jonathan smiled wickedly to you and even though you were still in your post orgasmic daze, you could see the craze in his eyes. But you were too intoxicated and horny to scrutinize him. Your arms reached out to pull him closer to you. With his smaller size, you didn’t expect his back to feel so firm. Kissing each other hungary, Jonathan’s hands quickly tried to undo his trousers. 

His hips flexed back as he pulled out his size. Your lips separated as he stroked himself a few times, looking down to your entrance. Even though your vision was blurry, you could see how big he was crystal clear. You gulped heavily as Jonathan hovered back over you with his tip pressed against your entrance. Jonathan gave you a soft kiss on the lips as he began to thrust in.

“Oh! you feel like heaven. I have found paradise…” Jonathan declared through moans. He was most definitely the largest you’ve ever had. It was hurting more than pleasuring, but you were so wet. “Your cunt wraps perfectly around my cock darling” he praised, his hand brushing over your flustered jaw. 

“It’s hurting” you whimpered, your body stiff underneath his. Jonathan blinked a couple of times but didn’t respond. 

“You’re mine, all mine. Always have been, always will be” Jonathan grunted as he fully pushed himself inside of you. Your walls squeezed around his cock as you grumbled in agony. “You’ve finally come to realize” he exhaled, his hand brushing the side of your face as the pleasure slowly overthrew the pain. 

His words seemed to have sobered you up. This is exactly what you were afraid of, this turning into ownership. Jonathan could see the glimpse of horror in your eyes, he smiled widely as he gradually picked up his speed as your canal adjusted to his size. 

You wanted to throw him off of you. But your mind was so engaged in your physical sensations and drowsiness of the alcohol that you could only lay back and guiltily enjoy yourself, expressing how satisfied you were by your moans. 

“Jerked off to the thought of you every single fucking night” Jonathan grumbled out, his nails digging into your flesh. “Such fucking torture” he spat. 

Jonathan pushed your thighs apart as his cock traveled in deeper, groaning like crazy as his balls were slapping against your skin. His grip on your upper thighs will probably bruise by the morning. The mixture of both of your moans was heaven to his ears. You’ve never seen Jonathan smile so much, he couldn’t wipe it if he wanted to. 

He also seemed to refuse to break eye contact with you, as if he was studying you or was afraid you’d run away if out of sight. His nostrils were flared and jaw clenched as he continued his pleasure-filled attack. You were pulsing around his size, his breathing seemed to stagger, pace losing its rhythm. 

“Come on darling, one more time… I know you can be a good girl, come so I can” Jonathan moaned. 

You can’t tell if it was a beg or a demand. His words were so gentle, but that look in his eyes was as if hell would break loose if you failed to comply. Regardless, you did as he asked, clenching as tight as you could around him as you cried out, your back aching as you swore you could see stars. Jonathan quickly followed, falling completely on top of you as his arms quickly snaked around you. 

He kissed you passionately as he pumped his seed deep inside of you. When his lips pulled away from yours, he was moaning your name over and over. A wave of exhaustion crashed over you. Your eyes felt so drowsy, all of your energy completely drained dry. Jonathan caressed your cheek as your sight was quickly consumed by darkness. 

What have you done?

[mysticinsightstarot]

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💋 Pile 1: NSFW Thoughts of Your Future Spouse 💋

Card 1 – Initial Attraction (6 of Swords): When they first saw you, babe, it wasn’t just your looks—it was your aura. You’re like this mysterious, calming presence that they can’t get out of their head 🌊🖤. They love that you seem chill on the surface, but they know there's something darker and deeper underneath. They fantasize about those private, sensual moments where they get to break through that calm exterior and find out exactly what gets you wild. They want to take you from that peaceful state to one where you’re both completely consumed by each other 💫. It’s that vibe of “I’ll take you away from your everyday life and into a world where it’s just us, and nothing else matters.”

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Card 3 – How They Want to Please You (Ace of Swords + 6 of Wands + The World): Let’s get one thing straight—your future spouse is OBSESSED with the idea of being the BEST you’ve ever had 💥🗡️. The Ace of Swords shows they fantasize about being the person who gets inside your head first. It’s not just physical—they want to turn you on with words, their voice, and their intelligence. They dream of whispering in your ear exactly what they’re about to do to you, watching as you react. And when the time comes? The 6 of Wands means they want to be your ultimate victory 🏆. They fantasize about you screaming their name, making them feel like they’re on top of the world as you reach your peak. With The World card, they’re thinking about completeness. They don’t just want to please you once—they dream about giving you everything: body, mind, and soul, over and over again until you both can’t take it anymore 🌍💦.

Card 4 – Emotional Connection (The Emperor): Don’t get it twisted—this is about more than just heat. The Emperor shows that in their fantasies, they’re not just thinking about passion, they’re thinking about control—but in a way that makes you feel safe and desired 👑🔥. They want to be the one you look up to, the one who takes charge and guides you, not just in the bedroom but in life. In their fantasies, they’re the one holding you together emotionally and physically. They want to take care of you, but they also want to dominate you 😏. That mixture of love and power? Yeah, they fantasize about owning every part of you, in the most seductive way possible.

Card 5 – Fantasy Scenario (7 of Cups + Ace of Cups): Your spouse has got quite the imagination, babe 😈🌈. They fantasize about all kinds of different settings with you—from classy, romantic dinners that end with heated kisses under the stars, to late-night rendezvous where they can’t keep their hands off you the moment the door closes. The 7 of Cups shows that their mind runs wild with options. Maybe it’s in the shower with water dripping down both of your bodies 💦, maybe it’s outside in a secluded spot where no one’s around 🌲🔥. And the Ace of Cups? Oh, baby, it’s not just about lust—they fantasize about filling you with love and pleasure at the same time. They dream of those slow, sensual moments where it’s just about the two of you and how deeply connected you feel when your bodies finally meet. They want that sweet mix of passion and overflowing emotion, where every touch means something 💖🥰.

Card 6 – After Intimacy (10 of Wands + 6 of Pentacles + Queen of Swords + 10 of Pentacles): After they’re done with you (if they’re ever really “done” 😏), they feel exhausted but in the best way possible. The 10 of Wands shows they fantasize about carrying the weight of your pleasure, leaving them spent but satisfied. It’s like they’ve given you EVERYTHING, every bit of energy, every ounce of passion 🔥💼. The 6 of Pentacles? They dream about giving and receiving in equal measure—they want you to feel as fulfilled as they do, so they imagine you both laying there, completely satisfied but still wanting more 🤲💋. And with the Queen of Swords? Oh, honey, they see you as this strong, powerful person who they’ve totally impressed. They fantasize about you giving them that look of approval, like, “Yeah, you handled that well.” Finally, the 10 of Pentacles means they want to build something lasting. Their fantasies aren’t just about one night—they dream of a future where you’re both still wrapped up in each other years from now, building a life together that’s just as passionate as day one 💍🏠.

Bottom of the Deck – The Hermit: Their spicy thoughts are locked away in their mind, babe 🔒🕯️. The Hermit shows that they keep these fantasies to themselves, dreaming of the day when they can make them come true. It’s like their little secret, only shared in the quiet moments when they’re alone… and thinking about you. They’re waiting for the right moment to turn all those fantasies into reality, and when they do? You better believe it’s gonna be explosive 🌙💥.

💌 So there you have it, hun! Your future spouse is dreaming of moments with you that are intense, passionate, and full of desire. They want to completely blow your mind, while also building something lasting and deeply emotional. It’s the perfect mix of heat and heart, and when they finally get you? Let’s just say… you’re both gonna be left breathless 🔥💖. Let me know if this got you all heated up 🔥💌!

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Here’s your Pile 2: NSFW "Thoughts of Your Future Spouse" reading, set in a dimly lit room, dripping with sensual energy and mystery. 🔥💫 The lighting is low, but their desires are burning bright—let's see what their deepest fantasies are about you.

💋 Pile 2: NSFW Thoughts of Your Future Spouse 💋

Card 1 – Initial Attraction (5 of Swords + Queen of Wands + King of Cups + 2 of Swords): Your future spouse is intoxicated by your bold, confident energy 🔥. The Queen of Wands tells me that they’re immediately drawn to how you command the room. You have this magnetic charm, and it drives them crazy. In their fantasies, they love the idea of trying to break through your strong, confident exterior. The 5 of Swords shows they want to dominate you in a way that leaves you speechless, like a battle of wills, but they want to be the one to come out on top 😏. Yet, with the King of Cups, they’re deeply emotional about you. It’s like they’re thinking about getting you to surrender—not just physically but emotionally, too. And the 2 of Swords? Oh, they imagine you teasing them, like you’re indecisive, playing hard to get… which only makes them want you more. It’s that push-pull dynamic that drives them wild 🌪️.

Card 2 – Secret Desires (The World + 6 of Wands + 7 of Swords): Oh, baby, their secret desires? They want to win you in every way possible 🌍🏆. With The World, they’re fantasizing about making you theirs completely, like they’re the only one who gets to experience all of you—mind, body, and soul. They’re picturing themselves undressing you slowly, savoring every moment of your submission to their touch, until they’ve got you exactly where they want you. The 6 of Wands says they fantasize about being your ultimate victory—they want you to feel like they’re the best you’ve ever had, like no one else even comes close. But the 7 of Swords? That’s where it gets spicy—they love the idea of a secret encounter, something forbidden, where you both can’t keep your hands off each other. They want you sneaking around, meeting in dimly lit places where the risk of getting caught adds to the thrill. They’re thinking about breaking all the rules with you 😈.

Card 3 – How They Want to Please You (6 of Cups + 10 of Cups): Your spouse is a romantic, babe, and in their fantasies, they’re all about pleasing you both physically and emotionally 🥰. The 6 of Cups shows they imagine you in sweet, intimate moments where they’re doing little things to make you feel special—soft kisses, touches, and making you feel like the most cherished person in the world. But the 10 of Cups? Oh honey, it’s all about the endgame. They dream of ultimate satisfaction—emotional fulfillment mixed with pleasure. They want to take you to that place where you’re both feeling everything—the intensity of the moment, but also the deep love and connection behind it. They want to make you feel like you’re living in a perfect world when you’re together, where every touch and every moan is part of something bigger—something that feels like home 💖🏠.

Card 4 – Emotional Connection (King of Pentacles + Page of Pentacles + Page of Cups): Let’s get one thing straight—this isn’t just about heat. The King of Pentacles shows they fantasize about being your provider and protector. They want to be that stable force in your life, someone you can rely on no matter what 🏆🌳. In their fantasies, it’s not just about lust—they imagine taking care of you, spoiling you, and making sure you feel safe. The Page of Pentacles adds that they’re eager to learn everything about what pleases you. They’re curious, excited, and more than willing to put in the work to keep you satisfied. And with the Page of Cups? They fantasize about sharing their softer side with you—those tender, quiet moments after the heat, when you’re both wrapped up in each other. They’re daydreaming about whispering sweet things in your ear, and watching you smile, knowing they’ve won your heart as much as your body 💞.

Card 5 – Fantasy Scenario (Knight of Cups + 8 of Pentacles + 3 of Wands + Judgment + 2 of Cups): Okay, so this fantasy is next-level 😍. The Knight of Cups is all about sweeping you off your feet in the most romantic way possible. They fantasize about taking you on an adventure—somewhere new and exciting, where the anticipation builds. The 8 of Pentacles shows that they’re ready to put in the work, literally—they imagine every touch, every kiss being just right, as if they’ve mastered the art of your pleasure. The 3 of Wands suggests they dream of taking you somewhere with a view, maybe overlooking the city at night or a place by the sea, where it’s just you two. And with Judgment, they imagine that moment of release, when everything comes together and you both experience something almost spiritual. It’s like they fantasize about you both reaching a place of pure bliss, where nothing else matters except the connection between you. And with the 2 of Cups? It’s not just about physical satisfaction—they’re dreaming of a love so deep it feels like destiny 💫.

Card 6 – How They See You (The Empress): Babe, in their fantasies, you are the ultimate goddess 🌸👑. The Empress means they see you as this stunning, nurturing, powerful person who is irresistible. You’re everything they’ve ever wanted, and in their daydreams, they can’t get enough of your beauty, your softness, and your strength. They imagine worshiping your body, making you feel like the most desired person on Earth. They want to indulge in every part of you—treating you like the queen you are, while also craving the way you make them feel alive. Their fantasies are all about giving you pleasure, watching you lose yourself in the moment as they take care of your every need 💋.

Bottom of the Deck – 6 of Pentacles: Your spouse is a giver and they fantasize about reciprocity in the bedroom 💞. The 6 of Pentacles shows that in their fantasies, it’s all about balance—they want to give you as much pleasure as they get. It’s a give-and-take situation where both of you are left completely satisfied. They imagine those moments where you both can’t get enough of each other, where the passion is mutual, and the connection feels perfectly balanced 💫. They want you to know that it’s not just about their satisfaction—they’re here to please you in every way imaginable 🔥.

💌 So there you have it, babe! Your future spouse is dreaming of moments with you that are filled with passion, romance, and deep emotional connection. They want to sweep you off your feet, leave you breathless, and make sure you know just how much they cherish every part of you. The dimly lit room? Oh, it’s just the setting for something dangerous and unforgettable to unfold 😈💖.

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💋 Pile 3: NSFW Thoughts of Your Future Spouse 💋

Card 1 – First Impressions & Their Deep Desires (The High Priestess + Death): Your future spouse is spellbound by your mystery 🖤✨. With The High Priestess, they see you as an enigma—a quiet power that turns them on beyond belief. They fantasize about peeling back your layers, finding out what lies beneath your cool exterior, and unlocking the hidden passions you keep buried. In their dreams, they imagine your quiet confidence giving way to something wild and uncontrollable. Death here? Oh, babe, that means they fantasize about a total transformation between you—crossing that line from casual attraction to something intense and all-consuming 🔥. They imagine you both evolving, crossing the point of no return, where everything changes. They want to ignite that spark in you and burn it down until there's nothing left but pure, raw desire.

Card 2 – The Heat of the Moment (Wheel of Fortune + 7 of Wands + 2 of Cups): Things take a spicy turn when they think of your chemistry—it’s explosive ⚡. The Wheel of Fortune tells me they fantasize about things happening unexpectedly, like fate brings you together in a sudden and intense encounter. They imagine it being like a game of chance, where neither of you can resist the pull anymore. And with the 7 of Wands, they dream of the tension—they love the idea of fighting it off, resisting the urge until it boils over. It’s the ultimate power struggle. They imagine you both pushing and pulling until the heat is unbearable 😏. But with the 2 of Cups? The fantasies end in sweet surrender, where you finally give in, and the connection between you is nothing short of magical. It’s more than just lust—they see it as an inevitable connection, like you two are meant to come together in this heated moment 💫.

Card 3 – What They Want to Do to You (8 of Wands + Queen of Wands): When it comes to what they want to do? It’s fast, passionate, and intense 😈. The 8 of Wands shows they imagine things happening at lightning speed—they want to sweep you off your feet and leave you breathless. Their fantasies involve sudden bursts of passion, where they can't keep their hands off you. They want to move fast, like once they get started, there’s no stopping them. The Queen of Wands shows how much they admire your fiery, confident energy—they fantasize about your assertiveness and love that you can match their intensity. You’re their equal, and they imagine you taking control, showing them what you want. In their mind, you're a queen who knows exactly how to please them, and that dominates their thoughts 🔥👑.

Card 4 – Emotional Depth (9 of Wands + King of Cups + Lovers): They fantasize not just about the passion, but about the emotional intensity of being with you 🌊💖. The 9 of Wands shows they’re imagining holding out for you, guarding their heart until the right moment. In their fantasies, there’s this buildup of emotional tension—they’ve been waiting for you, craving this connection. And with the King of Cups, their thoughts run deep. They dream of being the one to finally break through your emotional walls and claim your heart. It’s not just about the physical—they want to love you completely. The Lovers confirms it—they fantasize about you as their perfect match, their soulmate, both in and out of the bedroom. They crave the emotional highs, not just the physical ones, and imagine every moment with you being steeped in passion and love 🔥💏.

Card 5 – Their Fantasy Scenario (3 of Cups + 2 of Pentacles): In their fantasies, they dream of celebration and indulgence 🥂💃. The 3 of Cups shows they want to enjoy you in a relaxed, carefree setting—they imagine playful encounters, where you’re both laughing and teasing each other. Maybe it’s a party, or a night out, where things escalate quickly from innocent flirting to something more heated. The 2 of Pentacles suggests that in their fantasies, they love the back-and-forth between you two. They dream of balancing that playful energy with serious passion, taking you from light-hearted teasing to deep, intense moments in the blink of an eye. They want to keep things fun but electrifying, always keeping you on your toes.

Card 6 – How They See You (Temperance + The Star + Queen of Swords + Page of Wands): You, babe, are their dream come true 🌟. Temperance and The Star together show that they fantasize about you being the perfect balance in their life—you’re calm and collected but with a fire that ignites them from the inside out. They see you as their guiding star, someone who brings them peace and passion all at once. The Queen of Swords says they admire your sharp mind and independent nature, which makes you all the more irresistible to them. In their fantasies, they’re just as attracted to your intellect as they are to your body. And the Page of Wands? They dream of exploring new, exciting things with you. You make them feel alive, like they’re on an adventure. They fantasize about you two exploring each other’s desires with enthusiasm and curiosity, discovering every secret pleasure together 🔥.

Bottom of the Deck – The Hierophant: Your future spouse fantasizes about commitment—they want something deeper than just a physical connection 👰🤵. The Hierophant shows that, at their core, they dream of something sacred with you, a bond that goes beyond passion. They imagine being with you in a way that’s traditional yet intimate, where you both share not just your bodies, but your souls. They fantasize about making you theirs in every sense—body, heart, and spirit. It’s not just about the heat—it’s about the future they see with you, where you both belong to each other, forever 💍.

💌 So there you go, babe! Your future spouse has some deep, intense, and downright electrifying thoughts about you. They’re dreaming of the perfect balance—wild passion mixed with deep emotional connection, where you both challenge and complete each other in ways no one else could. From playful encounters to soul-shaking love, they’re ready to give it all to you, wrapped up in commitment and desire 💋🔥.

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How to make your Readers Feel Emotions for Dummies

(AWWWWW :]]]] Edition)

So... Do you have any cute animals or children in your story?

No?

Then I can't help you go away

Kidding, kidding, you can make AWW moments in your story no matter who or what your characters are.

First

You have to have at least semi-Likable characters (Pets, adorable animals, or children make this wayyyyyy easier)

Likable characters make your readers want the characters to be happy! You can't really get AWWWW moments if you want the characters to suffer

Most AWWW moments come from Shipping or cute baby moments

Second

Decide what Type

whether you want it to be an AWWWW Romance moment, or an AWWWWW Baby moment

There's also #3 I forgot to mention: AWWWWW comfort/sentimental moment

Third

Decide which character the AWWW moment will happen between

Couple, Father/child, mother/child, friends, siblings, doesn't matter - Well... it obviously matters Which AWWW moment you're going for but... yeah

Fourth

What's Gonna happen?

For romance it's usually cute fluff moments - Want examples? Too bad, look it up on Pinterest! No, no, Joking. Here's a list:

Small cheek/hand kisses

A small, 'I love you so much.'

Wearing other's clothes

Forehead touch

Cuddling

Holding BOTH of each other's hands

FACE TOUCHES - Cheek/jawbone is best

Leaning into touch

Careful dancing

For parental figure and Child it's usually a comforting trust moment, a protecting the child moment, or a 'make me proud' moments

I fucking love these and I'm gonna go on a rant Addict, Tired, bitter mentors are so fucking great. There's so much you can do with them Mostly there's 'make me proud moments' The first 'I approve' moment There's 'you've made me proud' moments There's also 'Fine, you're my kid' moments And comforting trust moments hit so much harder when the mentor rarely shows affection.

It's just so... :D

For Friends, You should do with comforting moments, or a 'you don't know how much I care about you moments

Fifth

Soft Phrasing = soft emotions

Use long, calm sentences. No exclamation points or question marks unless it's dialogue. Keep everything smooth and fluid.

Tears are a powerful tool so use them sparingly

Use short words, and use cuter, softer words, metaphors, and adjectives.

Sixth

Have a visible result

Smiles, cute thoughts, cute dialogue, different feelings or actions towards other characters

Stuff like that

AWWWWW moments can be very powerful to characters as they can for real people, they can change so much with little words.

They can be turning points, displays of affection to the audience, turning points of affection, showcases of change, strengthening of relationships, a final goodbye, they can be so much in just so little.

Good Evening and Good Luck with your Writing My loveable Writing friends! you can do this! <3

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Potential TW ::: Difficulty conceiving. & for my vomit-sensitive friends, here's a mildly changed version: PUKE FREE EDIT

A/N ::: I am so tired tonight that this was not super proofed. This was an ask that came via my messages. They wanted a story with the spicy and the sweet parts of Kats & F.reader tryin' for a baby. I hope it has all the elements you wanted and that you like it!

C/W ::: Aged up Kats x f.reader, several mentions of vomiting & other facial fluids being discharged (snot, tears, puke). Oral M->F Quite a bit of P->V. Lovey dovey stuff, sweet moments between 2 people who just want a freakin' baby. Ok? 😭

WC ::: 4,923 (Jesus christ, I'm so sorry. This totally got away from me and I don't even know how.)

"Hey babe, it's me." Katsuki said in his usual growly voice. "I guess you're still at work or somethin'. Anyway, I'll be home tomorrow night. Also, I'been holdin' back. So, be ready for me. I love you, call me if ya want."

Katsuki was out of town on a job. He's been gone for almost a week now, the longest you two have been apart since you got married, almost 2 years ago. You missed him, sure. But when he came home, stomping through the entryway, yelling for you, it was the best feeling to be wrapped up in his arms and smooshed into his chest.

The two of you have been leaving yourselves open to having a baby for about 4 months now. It hasn't been constant trying, but the longer it goes that you're not getting pregnant, the more you feel like you're needing to take this more seriously. You started reading up on the most productive positions to get the result you're looking for, studying what you can do before and after you do the deed. How to check your basal temperature. When doctor intervention becomes more than a discussion and an absolute necessity.

The phone beeps, alerting you to your missed call and voicemail. "What ... oh, damn it." You listen to the message Katsuki left you and couldn't help the soft pink blush that spread over your face and chest. No man had ever made you feel the way he has. You had been pretty reserved until he helped you tap into your inner slutty girl. It sounds bad, but you've not looked back once since he brought you out of your little sexual shell. And why should you? Every time you're with him you swear it's the best sex you've ever had. Point being, you got really lucky to have him love you and be able to love him.

Pushing #1 on speed dial, you hear the other line ringing and start praying to whatever gods would listen to you that he'd answer his phone.

"Hey brat. Y'ignorin' me now or some shit like that? The fuck ya think ya are?" You could hear him choke out a laugh. The background noise was almost louder than he was.

"You know it, you caught me. Trying to ignore you. What're you gonna do about it?" You giggled when you heard his breath hitch in his throat. Your voice got low and breathy, "You gonna punish me, hm? Good luck catching me, Kats."

The phone crackled a few times before you heard him, "Hey! Y'there? Babe!? Goddamn it, this shit ass fuc---" and then you heard nothing.

"K-Kats? Hello? Are you ... are you there? Oh." You tossed the phone on the couch and pouted. "Things were just about to get good, too." You whined to the cat. But you knew they didn't care. They were Kats' anyway. They merely tolerated you until they were hungry and then they were your biggest fan.

A chime rang out into the quiet room and you pounced on it. A text from Katsuki, "Sorry, shit reception here. I'll try to call you from the hotel later. XXX"

It was about 6pm. Too early for bed, too late to go anywhere. So you curled up on the couch and watched your wedding video. You laughed and cried about how stupid you felt for missing him so much. He's only been gone a week and he'll be home tomorrow. Less than 24 hours and you would be together again.

You woke up to the sun forcing its way through the edges of the window coverings. "He's coming home today! He ... is finally coming home today!" A contented sigh heaved its way from your chest as you stood and stretched the uncomfortable position you slept in from your body. And then immediately a wave of nausea washed over you. "The f-," you covered your mouth and ran to the bathroom. Lifting the toilet lid, you took pause and started praying that you wouldn't puke. "Mmm ..." Your eyes roamed to the bathroom cupboard. The nausea faded and soon your body followed your eyes' lead and you started to crawl to open the door and pull out a pregnancy test.

You peed on the plastic receptacle and set the timer you'd bought specially for the bathroom, only to hurry up and wait for the next 3 minutes.

"Oh." You tried so hard not to let yourself get wrapped up in the hope that all of your fun and hard work had finally paid off. But it still hurt. It always hurt. It was a relief though, that Katsuki wasn't here to have to go through this again. He always somehow got more excited than you at the prospect of you becoming parents. 'There's plenty uh’time, ma,' he always says to you whenever the result is another negative.

It would be several hours before he'd be home, so you put yourself together and set out to grocery shop. You decided to stop by your favorite little boutique and look around at the lingerie. Maybe that would help cheer you up and raise moral to romp around with your husband. You laughed at the stupid thought. It was always fun to be with Katsuki.

You managed to knock all of your tasks out in a couple of hours and drove home to get stuff put away. You still wanted to shower, put on the new lingerie you bought and figure out what to do for dinner. Take-out was calling your name tonight.

In the shower, you started to think about how much you loved Katsuki. And a familiar, warm, tingly feeling started to bloom in the pit of your stomach. Unconsciously, you began rubbing your thighs together trying to alleviate the pressure - however pleasant it might be - building there. It was a dangerous game you were playing here. If you rubbed them too much, you know you'd get beyond frustrated and have to take care of this on your own. And there was nothing you wanted more than for him to be the one to alleviate this pent up tension in your body. Seeing as he was the one causing it, it only seemed fair.

Hurrying to finish washing up, you managed to get out of there with only a little bit of lingering agitation. Perhaps agitation was too strong a word. But you missed him so much there was no other word you could think of to replace it.

All wrapped up in a towel, you went to your room and looked over the clothes you had laid out for tonight. The dress you chose was newer, you picked it up a month or so ago, but haven't had the chance to wear it. It’s so new that he hasn't even seen it on you. The lingerie was a strappy black 1 piece and it looked so confusing to you. But you wanted to look nice for him. You knew he would love it for the whole 30 seconds it was on you before he tore it off. Yet you couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous about his homecoming.

It all felt so new to you for some strange reason.

His Jeep pulled into the driveway and your heart all but stopped beating. Your face got hot and you felt like you were going to puke again. "Jesus, calm yourself, y/n. You're married for Christ's sake. Have been for over 2 years. He is your husband. He already loves you." But you didn't believe a word you said to yourself.

You ran to the bedroom to take one last quick glance at your appearance. Smoothing down the dress at your stomach, you noticed it didn't sit quite like it did when you first bought it. You just chalked it up to a little bit of stress eating with Katsuki being gone, and you trying to stay cool about (not) getting pregnant. It just caught up to you. No matter. He's home.

The front door opened and you heard his heavy footsteps. Music to your ears. "Babe? 'M home. Get yer ass ov-", You peeked your head out of the bedroom and gave him a sassy smile. "There you are, fuck, missed you so much. Don't move." He tossed his keys onto the kitchen table and walked toward you like he was hunting you. Like if he moved to quickly you'd get startled and run away from him. Little did he know that it would take a lot more than him running at you to make you even flinch.

"I missed you too, Kats. So much." You whispered as he got closer. He reached out for you and pulled you flush against him, his mouth immediately finding yours. His lips were so soft and warm and he smelled so good. You couldn't resist the urge to kiss him deeper, and you let your tongue brush his bottom lip. He growled and held you tighter.

"Fuck, y’taste so good. Yer gonna kill me. I can't wait for you any longer. All of you. Every part of you." He kissed your cheek and then your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and tugging on it with his teeth. You moaned and ground your hips into his. The sensation of his hardness rubbing against you made you ache with need.

"Oh God. Please. I need you so much." Every brush of his fingers against your body left a trail of raised, peach fuzz hairs in their wake. You were panting now, trying to catch your breath from his lips on your skin. He pulled back and looked at you, his eyes shining with love and lust. "I love you so much, babe."

"I love you too, Katsuki." Your voice was breathy and quiet, almost like you were afraid to say it.

He leaned in and kissed you again, this time with more heat and intensity. His hands found their way to your ass and he squeezed, eliciting a whimper from your lips. "Let's go to bed." He grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom.

You walked in and he pushed you onto the bed. You squealed and giggled as you bounced. He stood over you and started to unbutton his shirt. His abs and pecs were on display for you. You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight of his muscles moving as he shrugged his shirt off his shoulders. He moved to unbuckle his belt and you got a little nervous. He was so hot and you felt like you couldn't keep up with him. But he always managed to make you feel like the most beautiful woman on earth.

As he took his pants off, you got up and stood in front of him so he could unzip the dress. "You make this dress look so fuckin' beautiful, babe. Goddamn. So sexy. But y'know, 's much as I love this, 'm dying to see what's underne- Hoh fuck. Th- you- fuck that's hot. This new?" He asked as he covered his mouth with his right hand and shook his head slowly.

"You like it?" You blushed hard.

"Do I fuckin' like it. C'mere. Fuckin' c'mere and I'll show you just how much I like it." He pulled you close and kissed your lips, your neck, your chest. You could feel him hard and throbbing against your lower stomach. It was driving you wild.

He turned you around and began to kiss your shoulders. He moved the straps of the lingerie down and bit your skin gently. "Ah! Katsuki, please. Please touch me. I need you."

"Patience. G’na take my time with you. Got about 6 days to make up for, darlin'. Lemme have this. Lemme have you."

He turned you back around and kissed you deeply. He held you close and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. "I am so glad you're home, Kats." You whispered while you pulled him to the bed.

You laid there and let him take over, let him do what he wanted. And what he wanted was to drive you crazy. He kissed every inch of your body, making sure to pay extra attention to your most sensitive parts.

"You work out this week or somethin'?" He asked between kissing your hot skin. He moved down to your belly. "Fuck, you're just so ..." he growled against your skin as he breathed you in. "Your tits look fantastic. You're so ... gah ... I dunno. You're just so soft." He ran his hands over your curves and squeezed your hips.

You pulled his hair and guided him to your core. "Katsuki, need ... need your mouth." He obliged and licked a stripe up your slit, his tongue pressing firmly against your clit and you jumped back. "Hohmygod, Kats! Fuck!!"

"S'sensitive for me," he dove back in and started to suck on your clit, swirling his tongue around it and then flattening it and moving it side to side, "Fumkin' lub et." You felt like you were going to burst. The feeling was overwhelming and you felt yourself get close to the edge faster than you could ever remember.

"Katsu- kugh, ohmygod, I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ..." You grabbed his head and pushed him further into you. He moaned and his hands dug into your thighs as he kept working your swollen cunt.

"Cum for me, baby. Show me how fuckin’ hard y’can cum for me. Lemme see that pretty pussy cum for me." He moved back down and started sucking and licking your clit again, his fingers sliding inside you and hitting that spot you love so much.

Your whole body tensed up and you felt yourself explode all over his fingers and tongue. "Katsuki!!!" You screamed and bucked your hips against his face, chasing your orgasm. You could feel him smiling against your skin as you rode out your pleasure against his face and hands. You didn't know what you were rubbing yourself against but there was no part of you that could stop it from happening.

"G'girl. Fuck, you taste s'good, babe. Kinda diff’rent. More tart. Lemony." He kissed your thigh and then crawled up to kiss you. "Gonna fuck a baby into you now." He smiled down at you, much more sweetly than his intentions actually were and held your legs open so he could slide himself inside you.

"Mmmm, yes ... please, want you … in me." You whined as he started to push himself in. He was big, you were used to it. But tonight you needed a minute or two to adjust to his size. It felt like you were clenching down on him, almost purposely. Making it more difficult for him to push himself entirely inside of you. 

"Jesus fuck, you sure you weren't doing some pussy push-ups r'somethin'? You're so tight, babe. Feels so fuckin' good. But … Jesus."

You couldn't control your laughter at him calling kegel exercises 'pussy push-ups'. It was so stupid, but it made you feel warm and loved that he cared enough to notice things like that. "I've been practicing, yeah." You smirked and he leaned in and kissed you again.

"Good. So fuckin' good. Now, g'na fuck you 'til you can't stand it. I'm gonna cum in that hot pussy and make you the sexiest ma on the face of the planet." He growled against your lips as he started to move inside you.

You lost track of time and your body just reacted to him. He was rough and tender. Everything you needed and more. The two of you singing this song of moans in unison sounded better than any of your favorite songs ever had. His grunts and growls filled the room, as he fucked you harder and harder, so too, did your moaning and muttering of how good he felt get louder.

"Kats ... gonna cum again. Pleasepleaseplease ... you gotta cum first! It w- oh god - it works better if you cum first ... I think! Hurry up!" You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into you. You could feel your walls tightening and pulsating around his cock and it was the most exquisite feeling.

"Bah, fuck, I'm close babe. Gonna fill you up so good. Fuck, gonna fill you up with my cum." He grabbed your legs and pushed them back so your knees were against your chest and your ankles were at his ears. He held onto the back of your legs and pounded into you with all the strength he had left in him.

"Yesyesyes! Katsuki! Cum in me!" You were on the edge of your orgasm and you couldn't hold it at bay any longer. You felt the hot wetness of his seed filling you up and you let yourself go, your pussy clenched around his cock.

He stayed inside you for a minute or two, panting and kissing your forehead. Droplets of sweat fell from his face to yours. It was disgustingly intimate. You had never felt closer to him. Physically or emotionally.

"I love you." He whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

"I love you." You whispered back.

And with that, he rolled off of you and snuggled up against your back, his hand resting on your stomach. The two of you fell asleep a short time later. Still happily tangled up in one another.

The next morning you awoke to Katsuki gently rolling his cock against your ass. You turned your head as best you could to see him, but when you managed to, you saw that he was still fast asleep. It didn't diminish the arousal that began to creep its way through your body, though.

You rolled over and kissed his face, whispering sweet nothings to him as you tried to wake him. "Kaaats, you wanna go again?" Running your hand down his chest and stomach, stopping about halfway down his happy trail, he opened his eyes slowly and gave you a half smile that looked so sexy on him.

"Mornin' babe. Wha' was I doin'?" He asked, looking down at his erection. "Ah. Was havin' a really ... really good dream 'bout you. Wan' me to show ya what we were doin'?" He flopped onto his back and pulled you on top of him so you were straddling his waist. "Y'so fuckin' wet already. Damn woman. You could put out a fire with that pussy. Hm-hm. Let's start one first though, yeah?" His hands dug into the plush of your hips and pushed/pulled you over him.

Your cunt wrapped so perfectly around him made him let out the most guttural of moans that caused you to clench around nothing. But he felt it and moaned again. It was becoming a vicious little cycle: He'd moan, your body would react, so on and so forth.

He pulled you up, grabbing underneath your ass and lifted you so you were hovering just over his cock. You rolled your head forward to look at him as you slid down, putting just the head inside of you.

"Don't be a fuckin' tease." He growled at you and tried to pull you down, his cock twitching at the denial of the possibility of complete envelopment. "Fucking hell, you're so bratty. Gonna make you pay for this," he laughed.

"Sorry, can't hear you over how good just the head of your cock feels while I'm bouncin' on it." You smirked at him as you wiggled your hips side to side.

He reached up and grabbed your neck, pulling you down to him as he thrust up into you. "I said, don't be a fucking tease," he hissed out through a clenched jaw.

You felt your eyes roll back and your body tense up as he filled you completely. It was almost too much to handle. "Katsu ... ki ... ah, fu-ughh, fuck! Don't stop!" You couldn't hold on anymore. You ground your hips against him as you came, your pussy fluttering and gripping his cock so tightly he couldn't help but follow you over the edge.

All of a sudden, you stopped riding out the last waves of your orgasm. Sitting on top of him still, you put your hand over your mouth and you looked down at him with pure panic in your eyes. "Hmph ..." you shook your head when he asked if you were ok. "Hmphhuh," you gagged again. He helped you off of him and all but dragged your post-o, jellied, naked body to the bathroom and lifted the lid on the toilet for you.

"Y'fuckin' sick'er somethin', babe? Got the flu? What the hell's goin' on?" His brows furrowed and he scowled at you. You knew it was out of concern, not frustration.

You shook your head, trying to compose yourself after something so icky. Hating yourself for doing this right now. Right after such an intimate moment. While he was standing there, staring at you. Puking your guts out. Naked. "Don' knoooohhhh fuck, leave, Kats. Get out! Ple-!"

He squatted down next to you and held your hair back with his right hand and rubbed your back with his left. "'M not fuckin' leavin' you. Not for pukin', not for fuckin' nothin'. Y'fuckin' hear me? Better or worse. Sickness and health and all that other shit. Just shut up and finish. 'L be right here for ya."

The amount of fluid that left your face was disgusting. You'd never had such floodgates open like this before. Puking, crying, snot running from your nose. You were an actual mess. But he stood by you through all of it.

"Hey, babe ... d'ya ... ah shit. D'ya think yer pregnant?" Katsuki asked as you stood from the floor, moving slowly toward the sink to wash your face off. The sparkle in his eyes was undeniable. And it killed you that you had to tell him you weren't.

You leaned over the sink, your face in your hands, and started crying. "I ... oh, Kats. I'm ... I'm not. I took a test a couple of days ago. I didn't w-", his hands on your back silenced you. They were, to date, the most important hands in the world to you. They were strong. They were soft and warm and they are all encompassing. If there were any kind of god, you would live out the rest of your days under his hands.

"Why didn't you tell me? I don't want you carryin’ this all by yourself, y/n. What we don't succeed in doing together, we share the hardships and overcome that ... together. I'm so sorry, babe. I'm sorry I was gone for so long. I shouldn'ta left ya for so long." He spoke to you so quietly. Like his words would be the thing that finally throws you over the edge. The thing that finally breaks you.

"Maybe I ate something." You ran your forearm across your dry lips and hobbled back to the bed to bury yourself in the blankets. "I'm sorry, Kats. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I won't do that again, promise." He walked over to you and sat down on the edge and brushed the hair from your face.

"G'na get you some 7-up 'n a cold washcloth. Be right back, babe." You watched him walk out of the bedroom and turn down the hallway. His butt jiggling ever so slightly. It made you smile. And it made you feel something else.

"The hell ...?" You sat up in bed and realized that you were horny. Again. Katsuki came back a minute later with what he promised you. Something to drink and a cold, wet cloth for you to put on your face. Smiling as he handed you this stuff, you pulled him in close to you and kissed him on the cheek all the way down to his neck.

"Oh, babe. Yer jus' so ... hah. No matter what. Even with your hair matted to your face and your eyes puffy and red. I love you." He leaned over and kissed your forehead.

"Don't say it." You smiled at him. It was almost like you knew what he was going to say. And you couldn't bear to hear it. Not right now. You had no idea where you two stood in that department. You weren't ready to admit that to each other. Not yet. Not right now.

He smiled back and laid down next to you, spooning you from behind. He ran his hand along your waist and stomach, over and over. It was relaxing. And it was a little bit arousing, but you managed to keep yourself at bay. You had just thrown up, after all.

"I'm sorry, Kats. I'm sorry I can't give us the baby we want. I'm sorry I'm so fucking broken." You choked on your words as tears started to well in your eyes. "I'm so sorry."

He shifted behind you and held you tighter. "Babe, you're not broken. 'Sides, who says it ain't me? Maybe we should make a doctors appointment, yeah? Get my count tested and all that shit. Whatcha say?"

You sniffed and wiped your face with the washcloth. It felt good against your hot face. "You - Kats, you'd do that? You'd have your sperm count checked?" Rolling over to face him, you took his face in your hands and held it there while the two of you just stared at each other.

"Fuckin' never said I wouldn't! Course I will. 'F we ever wanna get to the bottom of this, we hafta explore every possibility, right?" He ran a rough finger along your cheek to collect the freshly fallen tears and wipe them on the sheets. You made an ick face at him and he told you to pipe down, they need to be changed anyway after the night you two just had on them.

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A couple of weeks past and he had his appointment with the fertility specialist where they ran a count on Kats. They called and said his sperm was 'abnormally high and active'. Their exact words were, "We have never seen anything like it in our careers." He didn't shut up about it for 3 days.

This left you in a fog. Surely, you were the reason you two couldn't conceive. It made you feel like absolute shit. No matter what he said to you, it didn't lift the guilt you were trying to carry all on your own. You thought he shouldn't have to hurt when he wasn't the problem. This complex was exhausting you and you could feel yourself slipping deeper into sadness.

You went to the clinic at the end of the day that Friday, the last appointment they had for the week. They drew your blood and told you they would be in touch on Monday or Tuesday about the next step after they had a chance to evaluate the sample for any obvious

It was Saturday morning and you were both sitting on the back porch eating breakfast when your phone rang. "It's the clinic, Kats. You answer. I don't want to talk to them. They probably found a plastic bag where my uterus is supposed to be." You pushed your phone across the little glass tabletop and got up, carrying the dishes into the kitchen to wash them off.

"Yeah babe, on it. Hello? N-no. You're trying to reach Bakugou? Well, shit. Yeah. That's me, I mean ... I'm her husband, Katsuki. Yes! The man with incredible sperm!" He laughed, you cringed. "Wait, what? No, that's not ... I mean ...," his voice got quiet and he got up, walking across the yard to mess with a fence piece.

You watched him out there fiddle with the broken wooden slat and felt your heart breaking into even smaller pieces. "Fuck." You whispered, looking down at the tiny bubbles popping on the soaking dishes. A tear dripped from your chin and landed on your chest, darkening a spot on your gray Dynamight shirt.

Katsuki came walking into the kitchen and came over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders, he turned you to face him. "Hey, ma?" Getting down on his knees, he put his hands on your waist and smooshed his face into your tummy. "Ma?"

"Are you having a fucking stroke or something? What are you doing, dumbass?" You wiped your chin and huffed out a short, insincere laugh. "Kats, what did - what'd they say. Is it me? Am I ..."

"Yes, babe. It's you. It's you … and the little grenade you're carrying. You're ... we're ... having a baby, y/n. You're fuckin' pregnant." He beamed up at you, tears in his wide eyes. 

"It's you, babe. You and me. And … and … and a little us in you. We did it, y/n. We're gonna have a family!"

You covered your mouth with your hands and cried. Not just a few tears, but a full-on ugly cry. You were going to be a mom. Katsuki was going to be a dad. And this was just the beginning of your lives as a family.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe in us. I'm sorry I let myself think for a second that it wouldn't be us. Us. Just us. I'm so happy it's us." You bent over and kissed his forehead. He stood and wrapped you in his arms and you both just stood there letting this new beautiful reality sink in.

The future was yours and yours alone … well, and Kats’ and the babies, of course. 

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[mothtoaflamee]

Alastor x Parental!reader GN (platonic)

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You had been staying at the hotel for about a month now, getting acquainted with the other tenants and hotel staff, a few in particular catching your eye.

Charlie was one of the first to greet you upon your arrival. Cheery and optimistic compared to the woman next to her, who Charlie introduced as Vaggie. With an attempt to have you both shake hands in greeting, you were met with a spear pointed at you, which if you count that as a warm welcome, is exactly what you received. Charlie had to assure Vaggie that you didn't pose a threat. You didn't think much of it afterward. The next person to greet you was what you first assumed to be a child but was in fact not; her name was Nifty, who sort of introduced herself, excitedly running around you, quickly leaving before you even had the chance to respond to her endless questions. Husker and Angel were the next two people Charlie introduced to you too. They were chatting at the bar, with Husker looking annoyed and giving you a wave before cleaning a glass. Angel didn't seem too interested in talking to you, but he did try. And finally, Alastor appeared, introducing himself loudly as the hotelier. His personality and overall stature interested you, so you two ended up talking for a very long time.

Which now leads you to the present time. You were known to be parental around the hotel, not in an annoying, nagging way. Though it may seem like it, you only had the best intentions when it came to your protective nature towards others. Even though all of them were older than you and died before you, you still felt protective over everyone.

Despite everything, you weren't pushed away for this; it was welcomed, giving off a found-family vibe. It was early in the morning, and you smelled a pleasant smell of food downstairs, which woke you up. Yawing, you got up and out of bed, stretching before changing into your day clothes before heading out the door and going downstairs.

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As you walked to the kitchen you could hear the pleasant soft sound of old jazz, knowing it must mean Alastor was the one cooking something, he was the only one known to do this, it was common for him to wake up (assuming he even slept in the first place, you’ve never seen him sleep) to make breakfast. Finally making it to the kitchen, you found Alastor making what looked to be beignets, grits, with red beans and rice. Then you looked over to where the kitchen table was where a cup of coffee with chicory sat. You stood there for a moment taking in the scene before you. Alastor hummed to the tune of the old jazz, his movements fluid and graceful as he stirred the red beans and rice. A small fire danced in the pan as he added a bit of spice to the mix, the scent of cinnamon and sugar wafting through the air as he flipped the beignets. He looked over his shoulder at you, a wide grin on his face as he continued to cook.

"Ah! Hello, Mon cher. I see you've come to join me for some breakfast. I must say, the jazz is quite fitting, wouldn't you agree? It's a shame we can't have a dance to it, but I suppose we'll have to make do with the cooking."

He flipped the beignet once more, using his demonic magic to create a small, harmless flame to caramelize the sugar on top. He then plated the food, setting it on the table with a flourish before pouring you a cup of coffee as well, something he’d commonly do when he was alive for his mother, in a way being around you gave him a tiny sense of nostalgia. The human part of him.

"Please, have a seat. I'm sure you're famished, and I would hate for our guest to leave hungry."

You nodded, walking over to the seat he pointed towards. Sitting down and watching him as he cooked, humming along with the jazz tunes, you wondered what he was thinking about behind his signature smile. Out of everyone in the hotel, he was the hardest to read, and surprisingly, the most protective you felt over him, a compelling feeling to protect him despite knowing he was much, much more powerful than you’d ever be.

“Thanks Al, I appreciate it, I smelt the food and just had to go down, it looks delicious by the way.”

You complimented him, you did mean it, the smell was homey and sweet like sugar. Alastor grinned, a satisfied look on his face as he took his own seat across from you. He picked up his spoon, dipping it into the grits bringing it to his lips. A small, contented hum escaped him as he chewed, his eyes closing for a moment before he opened them again.

"Oh, I'm glad to hear it. I've always enjoyed cooking. It's a way for me to unwind, to put my mind at ease. Though, it's always better when I have company to share it with."

He took a sip of his coffee, the chicory adding a bittersweet taste to the brew. He leaned back in his chair, his grin never faltering as he looked at you.

"So, how are you finding your new home? I must say, I'm quite proud of Charlie for starting this hotel. I've always enjoyed a bit of chaos, but it's nice to see some order to it all."

You hummed, taking a sip of the bitter-sweet coffee, it wasn’t too hot nor too cold, the perfect blend, you thought about your time at the hotel, it was nice, not sure if redemption was possible but still willing to try if it made Charlie happy, growing attached to everyone in the hotel especially Alastor in particular.

“It’s nice here, I care about you all dearly, though I may not believe in redemption I’m willing to stay around and try, plus you guys aren’t all that bad to be around.”

You nodded at Alastors statement, it was oddly quiet but calm today, even though it was probably only because it was early in the morning, everything felt calmer. Alastor chuckled, waving his hand as if to dismiss your words.

"Oh, pish-posh. You're too kind. But I must say, I'm glad to hear it."

You watched as his eyes scanned the room, taking in the silence other than the smooth jazz playing in the background. He took another sip of his coffee.

"Yes, it is rather quiet today. Perhaps the other residents are still asleep. I'm sure they'll be up soon enough, bringing their own brand of chaos to the hotel. It's always a delight to see."

His grin never faltered, but his voice held an underlying softness to it, as if Alastor truly cared for your well-being.

“Indeed it is, I wonder what Charlie has in store for us today, hopefully something fun, wouldn’t you agree?”

Perhaps hell wasn’t all that awful with a company as wonderful as the hotel residents, hoping for better days to come in the future, more experiences, and more memories.

(End)

(Sorry if there are some grammar mistakes in here, I haven’t written something like this is years though I’m happy to be back! Have a wonderful day <3) -strawberry

[blueberrypancakesworld]

NSFW - Alphabet - Mark Hoffman

warning : +18, minors don't interact/read, it's getting steamy under the line

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A = Aftercare (how they are after sex).

°Aftercare for Hoffman includes wiping away blood and tears but any bodily fluids she can only clean up after looking at his work. He would want to see his handprints and maybe even take a few pictures of them.

°But if it's not his office and you're in a motel or in a bed, he'll wrap his hands around her and pull her close. Hold her close and give her a grateful kiss on the head.

°,,You've been so good for me sweetheart"

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B = Bodypart (his favorite part of you and them)

°His favorite body part in himself, besides his cock that he knew he could fuck you silly, is his hands. He loved running them over your skin, leaving his marks on your skin and reaching for you. Wrapping them around your neck and squeezing you, listening to you gasp and gasp as he continued to fuck you. You looked so fragile in his eyes that it was only his right that he had to train you so that you wouldn't break so easily...with his own hands.

°He loves your neck and your thighs. Wear a rollneck sweater and a short skirt for him he is glued to you and won't let you go. He loved to leave markcieurngen on his neck to see how the choke marks showed up. The red stripes and marks as well as the scratches on your soft warm thighs was pure beauty.

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C= Cum (anything to do with cum)

°Call it obsession but he loves cumming inside you, leaving you in position for a moment and just waiting for him to soften up again. Not just a time to cuddle but also to tell his favorite how good it was for him.

°,,Let's wait a moment mhhh sweetie?"

°But also licking the liquid from his hands or having it licked from his heart which he had enjoyed minutes before is something he likes to do and jokes that it is the taste of love between them.

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D = Dirty Secret (self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

°A thought that had slowly settled in his head about what if he could give Strahm the ultimate blow with a little video he made himself. Hoffman is not stupid he knew exactly how Strahm looked at his girl and knew the look of seduction. So why not give the special agent a demonstration of how good his girl can be.

°He's not the biggest fan of role play, but what if he had met you under different circumstances. He a simple cop out at night and you a whore with maybe a little too much drugs and well pleasing is pleasing.

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

°He had many partners but no real longer relationship because he was rather married to his job up to a certain point. But when he met you, that was finally going to change. Because he finally wanted to have someone to love.

°He knows what he's doing, at least in his own way. He may still have to learn at first what it means to set a few boundaries and test them. Especially when it comes to his moral behavior, but that can easily be changed.

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F = Favorite position (without saying you know what it's about)

°Cowgirl = He doesn't always have the perfect amount of time to take his clothes off or most of the time in general. But having you on his lap while he's watching the game or working a night shift in his office, what's wrong with his hands repeatedly pushing your fingers aside and him calling the shots.

°Doggy = Bending you over his desk or on one with a deadly trap on it makes no difference to him. Even a bed, which is usually more optimal because he lasts longer than his favorite. A bed allows him to put his hands on her hips and pull her back against him. While he fucks her into the mattress and pillows and her moans are an unintelligible babble of whimpering words. He loves to put his hand around her neck and bend her back so that she lies against him to take him even deeper.

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G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? are they funny? etc.)

° He is definitely the serious type when it comes to sex and foreplay. For him, it's something that's almost precious to have built up such a bond that he can drive over your body with a loaded and ready-to-fire gun...but in the end he would do what he wants anyway so it wouldn't necessarily make a difference.

°If he's in a good mood and wants to get one over on Strahm, he's always up for a bit of fun and flirting. You snuggled up to him while Strahm came in and a line left Hoffman's lips for the horrified look on Strahm's face.

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H = Hair (how shaved is it? Does the trunk match the apple? ect.)

°Hoffman paid attention to his appearance, he is always a policeman and represents an important aspect. Even after his accidents and burns he wants to look well-groomed. He always shaves when he takes a shower but the happy trail stays on.

°Only when he has to hide for several days or weeks is grooming not always the first thing on his mind, but a shave can quickly change that. But yes his hair downstairs is the same shade as upstairs.

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I = Intimacy (how are they at the moment the romantic aspect)

°Romantic aspects count if you both have a bed at all and not a cold table or a wall. But Hoffman would take a bouquet of flowers with him on special occasions, which would end up torn and mixed up somewhere anyway if you threw it aside and just slept together.

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J = Jack off ( mastubation headcanon)

°Since you've been together, he doesn't necessarily crave it, you can give him so much more. And you both know that. But when he's away for a while on a secret mission or in hiding, he always has a few private photos of you and if he doesn't, it's not the first time his darling has had the idea that you can send things.

°He will either use his imagination and come up with something. But a photo or video is enough to give him what he wants. Even before you got together, he just imagined that it was you stroking his cock, looking at him with a tear-filled gaze and feeling so warm and soft around him.

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Kink = (one or more of the kinks)

°Degradation = He makes the rules and he keeps those rules even through degradation. He knew what he could do to you. Knew exactly that her fingers played with the sleeve of her sweater more nervously and excitedly. Her thighs moved and she moved her hips slightly on the chair to get the same good feeling. Only to hear Hoffman's shameful words as he looked at her with a punishing yet smirky grin.

°,,Do I have to tell you to come here again or has that one round made you stupid sweetie?"

°Pain Play = He's gotten enough pain in his life and maybe as such he wants to see how far he can rub his sweetheart with it. He loves to wipe away her sweet tears while dragging a knife or his gun across her skin. But he knows that behind the fearful look there is lust and he is prouder and prouder every time she takes more and more.

°,,Longer than before such a good girl"

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L = Location (favorite place to do it)

°His office as often as he has to stay in the police station he can't even list. But when you come by to play the worried girlfriend, of course, the music is suddenly turned up or his door is locked...only when Agent Strahm is still there does the poor guy get a show he didn't ask for.

°Next to his office, the individual surveillance rooms in the games, no matter how big or small, Hoffman finds a place to have fun. In and during the game but also his car is a possibility if he has to observe someone.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on)

°Jealousy = When he's jealous, he's overwhelmed by the need to make it clear to everyone in the room that you're his. That he is yours and you are his. Whether with or without an audience, one wrong look from another man would be enough to feel his hand on your body.

°Skirts = He loves it when you wear pantyhose or knee-highs but a skirt so short that he can see your thighs, he's mesmerized. When you're in a meeting or interview, his hand is definitely on them. Loves to run it over the soft warm skin and squeeze everything while he imagines how he would take you afterwards.

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N = No (something they wouldn't do, dismissing)

°Gentle = Not necessarily a direct no but reluctant to hear from his partner. He is not and would never be the completely gentle type. He is too attached to rules and above all power, which is why he is not always gentle with his sweetheart.

°Vanilla = If he were your first, he would give you the full specktrum. From gentle to painful but completely "boring" he wouldn't like it. Once to get used to it, but after that he will do everything and bring everything closer to you to get variety between you.

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O = Oral (preference whether giving or receiving, skill, ect.)

°If he gives you head, it's rare on the one hand, not because he doesn't love to see you shake while you scream his name. It's because he could do so much more to bring you under his control. But his hands rest on the soft thighs of his beloved, pushing them apart with the gentle squeeze that she should leave them open and he tastes her until he either has enough or lets her come.

°,,Scream my name darling and I'm all yours I promise"

°Hoffman loves the effectiveness of being sucked off by her. Not only does he not need much space and his desk in the office is more than enough. Also his hands reaching into her hair and him setting the pace as she takes him more and more. The tears running down her cheeks, he wipes them away only to praise her as he hears her muffled moans.

°,,Look at you crying and still can't get enough you dirty girl"

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P = Pace (are they fast and hard? slow and sensitive? etc.)

°Hoffman is definitely the hard and fast type. Whether it's a longer foreplay or just a quickie. During sex he vents his frustration and wants to lose himself in the feeling and in her, which is why he takes his rough hard side into the bedroom.

°However, he can also be gentle and slow, especially when he has his sweetheart sitting on his cock. She warms his cock or her mouth is around his cock. He gently runs his fingers through her hair and he is grateful for what she has done.

°But on special occasions when they are not full of toys and new techniques, he will respond to your wishes and requests and make you happy.

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Q = Quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often etc)

°Quickies are his favorite thing to do besides long laps. Especially when she hides under his table or he can have his way with her body and it comes to a quick end. He uses her the way he wants and she gives herself to him alone.

°In the days and weeks when he hardly ever leaves his office or the police station, a quickie is in there at least half the time. Too often he has to calm down when Strahm gets on his nerves and he wants to lose himself in her.

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

°He experiments a lot and especially likes to experiment with his sweetheart. For him, sex is not only interesting because of the feeling of trying out new things. But the thought of trying out new places where they could be caught is more than tempting for the policeman.

°,,New coordinates, new fun"

°He would risk everything and perhaps this would be a consequence of his arrogance. But especially in places where a game had been played and the police did not yet know where he would do it with them. The idea that Strahm has a clue that leads not only to Hoffman but also to his activities is a particularly satisfying thought.

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long can they last?)

°Hoffman is a policeman and a rather athletic guy, apart from his age, he can usually go two to three rounds. On good days and especially when you've teased him and he just needs you, he can go four rounds, but afterwards he's not the only one who needs a good rest.

°,,Oh sweetie, don't... we're just getting started"

°Hoffman has time and can be very patient when he wants to be and he is patient when it comes to his pleasure and your posture and almost torture. He will take his breaks but he knows exactly how long he has to and can take to give you both what you need.

°,,If you keep doing this-ah then..."

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T = Toys (do they have toys? do they use them? on their partner or themselves?)

°Pistol = His pistol, even if it's actually a service weapon, something he's always wanted to use and would use on her. What was initially used for teasing and foreplay turned into something more serious between them after she sent him a video of her fucking his gun. He loved to see that little flicker of fear in her eyes when he pulled the unsecured gun over her body. Her tongue ran over the metal and her juices and saliva mingled on the barrel of the gun.

°Traps = Hoffman, though not the best trap maker, has been given more than his fair share of traps by John. His lust and will is enough to turn these machines into something else that could be the little extra between him and his partner.

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U = Unfair (how they love to tease)

°He loves to tease you, watching the warmth leap onto her cheeks. The actually raised gaze slips to the floor and she tries to move away from him. Only for him to grab her wrist and pull her onto his lap. Especially in public and in the police department in his office with the door open. Knowing that Strahm could see him, Hoffman's girlfriend was holding on to him too tightly.

°,,Are you going to be good or are you going to ask the department for a show?"

°But just as he can tease, he quickly learned that his girlfriend loved to tease him too. The reporter who came to the police station wearing a flamboyantly short skirt and a wide neckline and conducted interviews with Agent Strahm. She put her arm on the policeman's but her eyes were on Hoffman. She went to him next and it took him all his effort not to pull her into his office and remind her that he saw everything.

°,,Maybe I need to borrow the journalist for a moment...for a private interview"

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V = Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make, etc.)

°Hoffman is not necessarily loud when it comes to noise, but rather his words. He can whisper them quietly and convince you that you can hear his voice by now because he fucks you so well. But he can also be quieter when he's in the office with you and doesn't want Strahm to come in.

°Besides degrading words and his rules, he is still the moaning type. He can lose himself in your cunt and especially after a long hard day he won't hold back his noises.

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

°The reverse bear trap stays on during sex without the timer, of course, but it stays on. This dangerous game in which he loses himself with his beloved gets wilder from time to time until he reaches for the bear trap and puts it on her head after she couldn't stay quiet. But her stupid moans and pleas are all the more beautiful to Hoffman's ears.

°,,Come on, speak up and I'll stop or can't you...you usually open your mouth so well"

°When you play with him he hates not being in control on the one hand, but develops a game of his own in which he finds another undressed top for every task he solves and you end up lying naked on a big bed in front of him. He had never solved so many traps and puzzles for a pussy. But he would do anything for his sweetie.

°,,Love let the big bad wolf in...now!"

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X = X-ray (let's look under the clothes)

°He has a happy trail that is the same color as his hair, it is 15cm/5.9in long and even though Strahms is a tad longer, Hoffman's is all the wider. Your hand barely fits around it and yet it's perfect. Fills you out like no other can. A fact Hoffman loved to repeat over and over again to his sweetie. Fucking her over and over again and seeing her want more.

°He knows he's perfect for you. That he is the only thing you need and he is the only one who can take you so well. You look at him with that innocent look every time just to become a whiny whore for him on his cock.

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Y = Yearning (how high is the sex drive?)

°High especially when he is in the middle of one of his games. He's already tense and wants everything to go according to plan because it all has to go according to plan. Which is why he loves it when his favorite was with him, kneeling down and sucking him off while he could concentrate on the monitors. They were his toy for the moment and the hours that followed.

°But not only during the games and falls also during his work his thoughts go to her too often. His imagination and the things he wanted to do with her only to be disturbed either by Strahm coming into his office without knocking.

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Z = Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

°Hoffman is a night person sleep is something he can only do when he is not being followed by the FBI or has to prepare a new game, which is why he always falls asleep after you.

°When he falls asleep after you, he can hold you in his arms knowing that you are with him and no one else because in his head there is always jealousy and the fear that you might leave him.

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@megustadilf , @lola-max-sugar , @slut4hoffman , @callmeklarise , @c0stass , @toastnpretzels

[choccyhearts]

lemme be feral and imagine vampire!eddie replacing your menstrual cup...

(obvs cw for NSFW, oral sex (afab receiving), blood kink, blood drinking, eddie loooves ur period (lil freak <3) ) porn no plot

you've been with eddie, your vampire boyfriend, for about a year. he was very patient with you, never pressuring himself on to you or making you try something you didn't want to do. he had all the time in the world.

so as you got further into your relationship and explored each other's bodies and minds, you grew more and more trusting of each other. you allowed eddie to show you things and do things to you you never could've imagined. your soul is bound to him, and he lives to show you all the pleasures the universe and him have to offer.

this means he isn't scared to get dirty. he likes it, actually. he loves sex that ends up with the both of you covered in spit and sweat and cum, and whatever other fluids he likes to play in, it warms his heart.

since the moment he met you, he craved just a taste of your blood, even just a little droplet. it's his instinct, cut the guy a little slack. anyway, he knows menstrual blood isn't quite the same as the delicious fluid flowing in your neck, but the thought still hardens his cock.

the thought of you allowing him to taste such a taboo and shameful part of you -- it drives him insane. to see you sat upon his face, his eyes gazing at you full of lust and love, he would die a happy vampire if you cut off his airways with your bloody cunt and scent and suffocated him. of course, if he could die, that is.

and so, here you are, standing next to the bed where eddie awaits giddily. he looks at you with hungry, lustful eyes while beckoning you to climb on top of him. you swallow, nervous about if eddie will change his mind.

but the way he grins from ear to ear once your pussy spreads open above his face gives you reassurance. eddie had offered to remove your tampon for you, but you wanted to do it yourself. it wasn't that you didn't trust him, but you used the time to psych yourself up. you did want to do this, but after living in a society where men, and even some women too, can openly express their disgust towards periods and everything that comes with it, of course you'rea little hesitant.

but your eddie was different -- very different -- to other men. he wasn't grossed out easily, especially when it came to you. and he loooved intimacy, the private moments the two of you shared that only you both knew about. and he loved blood so he's not gonna reject it because it happens to come out of your pussy -- if anything, that makes it even better!

and now, this same man is licking his lips seductively, big brown eyes shining up into your nervous but excited ones.

"you always take my metaphorical breath away when you're above me," he kisses the insides of your thighs. "like a sacred figure for me to worship. you belong right here, on top of me. i am your throne, amor."

if there's anything eddie knows how to do, it's how to make you crumble with just his words.

"thank you," he kisses your mound, his chin brushing against your clit. "for giving me this bountiful feast, of which i am going to destroy."

he smirks up at you, his fangs shining in the moonlight. you shiver as you slowly lower your body down. eddie holds your eye contact as he takes the first lick; a long, overdramatic flick of his pointed tongue. you shiver again, and he smirks, licking you again.

you feel some liquid drip out of you, and for a moment, you believe it's slick that's built up due to your boyfriend's teasing. but, the way eddie takes in a deep whiff from your cunt and exclaims an airy, "aahhhh!!!!", tells you right away it was blood.

"and the feast begins," eddie coos. he licks each fang before diving into your bloody cunt. he starts off licking broad strokes along your entire vulva, but soon focuses on your clit, wrapping his lips around and sucking. occasionally, he'll use his pointed tongue to circle around the little pearl of your clit making you involuntary squeal, jump, and pull his hair harshly.

he carries on, letting you tug, knowing even if you ripped his hair out, he wouldn't even flinch. you could smack his face (which he encourages😃), and he'll whip his head right back into place and let you do it again with a big, fat grin on his face. why? because he is so. fucking. pussy. whipped.

also because he's a strong ass masochistic vampire.

so yeah, go ahead, buck your hips, fuck his face, trap him and squeeze him between your legs, he'll be begging for more. and especially now -- as you're grinding your clit against his beautiful nose while he fucks your messy hole with his tongue, he's cool with being tugged around and dirtied. speaking of --

the mixture of blood and slick begins to slide down the sides of his mouth, down his face, but he doesn't stop. the mixture starts to run down his chin and up his nose, but he doesn't stop. instead, he snorts up the little droplets of your juices while sucking directly from your hole, literally drinking from the source as though you're a juice box.

you whine and tremble, both utterly aroused and weirded out. at one point, you feel a blood clot drip out, and eddie doesn't even flinch, instead continuing to drink. you gasp and try to wiggle away, wanting ask if he was okay but instead eddie spanks you and says, "it doesn't seem like you're finished yet and i know i'm not, unless i am mistaken?"

"no, you just swallowed a blood clot -"

"sorry to break it to you, sweet cheeks, but your little clot is not the first i've ever swallowed," eddie says in his typical cocky tone before flashing fangs at you again. a visual for you to remember your boyfriend is a literal vampire.

your eyes widen a bit when you catch that glimpse of the bottom half of eddie's face. he looked like he either just finished a pie eating contest or eating someone... both not too far off. but genuinely, it looked like he had been beaten up. but eddie specifically asked for your heaviest day so he could get messier, so you guess it was safe to say he got what he wanted.

"now, would you like me to continue?" his tongue runs back and forth along the bottom row of his teeth while his eyes look dead set on yours, making you feel small despite you being the one on top. but that's just him -- it's in his nature to make you feel prey, and you enjoy being his little prey he gets to hunt over and over again. it always ends in him allowing you to overpower and tame him, letting him love, protect, and pleasure you. all he desires is your desires.

you nod, "please, darling. need it so bad. need you so bad."

"always," eddie sets a soft kiss against your inner thigh.

"always," you repeat.

eddie grabs your ass and uses it to position you over him the way he wants. he loops his hands over your thighs and continues to lap at your drenched cunt. you claw at the wall as he sticks his tongue inside you, pushing his face so deep into your crotch trying to get his tongue to go as far as his cock can. your eyes roll back as your lids flutter, a groan ripping from your throat.

eddie spanks your ass twice on the left cheek. he pulls back licks your clit, snaking a hand between your legs. he spits on one of his fingers before slowly teasing your hole. he slips it in easily and moves it, following the speed of his tongue.

you whine and grip his hair again.

"would you like more, pet?"

"mhmm."

"sorry? i do not speak slut."

"eddie, darling, you're covered in my period blood. you are literally a bloody whore."

"you're god damn right, baby!"

he continues licking, slipping in a second finger. his heart warms each time his hand brushes against the soft skin of your inner thigh. it's a silly, boyish thing to notice considering the situation, but he still takes the time to admire your body and feel thankful to be allowed to be with you in such a way.

after what feels like an eternity, you slowly lose steam, feeling too overstimulated to keep going after four orgasms. you softly tug his hair and sluggishly drape your body over his head.

"eddie...can't," is all you manage.

eddie hums in response and slowly pulls you off of him. he lets his hands drag against your skin up to your face, relishing in how blissed out you are. his eyes shine with happiness and pride, glad to have made you feel so good, especially after you were so worried.

"oh, my pet, you were perfect as always. for allowing me to drink such delicious and sweet nectar from you, i would like to keep worshiping your body if it won't disturb you?"

you lay on your tummy, arms tucked to your side, head facing eddie next to you. you feel the drunken smile on your face and warmth on your cheeks, eyes closed, and your heart swells as you process that your lover wants to please you even more.

"that would be nice..." you breathe out.

he grins and lies next to you, molding his naked body against yours. if there's anything eddie loves, it's skin to skin contact. he loves it because it's one of the few things that makes him feel like he's alive. you've slowly gotten used to how cold he is and have come to enjoy it, especially after energy draining sex sessions like right now.

his right hand wanders your skin as he kisses the expanse of your back. he touches you like you were a sculpture, capable of breaking easily. he hums as he loves you, so content he thinks his heart will kick back up.

"i'm going to die if i ever lose you," eddie whispers against your skin.

"so will i," you respond.

[mugeesworld]

Sanji with a chubby partner head cannons!

Omg guys. I'm getting way more likes and followers then I thought I would! I'm so thankful😭♥︎. Y'all are so kind tysm! Writing is a big outlet for me so to see other people enjoying it makes me so happy!

I also have a wattpad if you're interested! It's called heeheemugee. And I have a few stories there. Tysm once again. On with the head cannons.

NSFW (you've been warned) female y/n (as always if you want a Male y/n version or gender fluid version let me know!) ♥︎♥︎♥︎

Sanji is my all time favorite character so I will most likely be adding to this whenever I have a idea😍 he's sooo baby girl

And ik sanji goes for "skinny" girls but I'm here to tell you. He would love, worship, praise, the ground you walk on hunny. Theirs not good plus size representation in one piece and that's what you're gonna be. You're gonna be the goddess that walked in and changed that! As you fuckin should??!

Imagine. You recently moved to a small island to get away from your troubles for a while. You got to relax everyday. Taking in the beautiful sights of nature while there and living peacefully in your small hut.

Like any other day you decide to go for a walk and pick a few apples from a apple tree that was near your house. You grab your basket and cute little hat and skip along the streets making your way to your favorite tree.

The straw hats recently made it to this island while exploring the grand line. As per usual sanji was making his rounds to buy more food for their long journey.

While walking around the island in search of different food stands he comes across a single apple tree. I'm sure the owner won't mind if I take a few! He thinks to himself, walking towards the tree.

He starts to pick a few apples putting them in his basket when he hears a sigh coming from the other side of the tree. He looks around to see a gorgeous lady trying to grab a apple that was just a little to high for her to reach.

He stares for a moment taking in the gorgeous sight in front of him before shaking his head and helping the lady. "Here! Let me!" he says grabbing the apple and reaching his hand out to give it to her. "Oh! Thank you!" you say happily excepting the apple from his hand.

You take a closer look at him since he doesn't look familiar. He feels his cheeks starting to get warm as you scan him. "You're not from here are you?" you finally ask. "No- No I'm not. Im here picking up food for my crew!" he says anxiously.

You give him a warm welcoming smile. "I see! I hope you enjoy your stay! This tree isn't owned by anyone so you're free to take as many as you would like! Need help?" you ask putting down your basket.

Sanji feels his heart race seeing your beautiful smile. As if your face could get any prettier. That smile proved him to be wrong. It most certainly can.

"Sure! I would appreciate that..." he says scratching his neck. (You're making bro nervous 😟) you nod and start picking apples and putting them in his basket. While doing so you both finally exchange names.

"So Sanji..." you say making his spine shiver hearing his name roll of your tongue. Something he wish he could hear 1,000 more times.

"Are you the chef?" you ask. "Yeah I am. Why?" he asks. "Well I'm guessing you're a pirate then right? Taking these apples like this on sea. They will go bad very quickly. I can show you how to make them into apple sauce and then how to can them. They will last way longer. Plus it's delicious!" you explain.

Sanji thinks for a moment. She's right. These apples won't last long. And I get to see her longer.... "Ok! Sure!" he says excited to learn.

You smile and grab your basket. "Great! I'll show you the way to my house and we can start!" you say grabbing his hand to show him the way.

Sanji nearly jumps out of his skin feeling you grab him like that. You're hand is so soft and small against his. (I got big hands😞) He never wanted you to let go. He wants to stay like this forever.

As y'all walk down the street y'all talking more about canning sorta going over how it will happen. You see sanjis forehead sweating in result of the sun beating down on y'all. You suddenly stop catching sanji off guard as he turns around to see why you place your hat on his head.

"You need it more then I do!" you say before continuing down the path. Sanjis cheeks go red at your sudden act. How sweet he thinks. Y'all arrive at your house and you start to show him how it works.

Once y'all are finished he tastes the apple sauce. To his surprise it was amazing. "Holy crap! This is amazing y/n!" he nearly yells. You laugh at his reaction. "Oh stop it's just a simple apple sauce nothing crazy. But now that you know how to make it. It should help your crews food last longer!" you respond.

You put the apple sauce into jars so they are easier to store. As you turn around to hand him the case of jars you notice he has apple sauce on his upper lip. You put the jars down while laughing and quickly wet a rag.

Sanji turns his head. Confused at what you're doing. "What is it?" he asks. You continue laughing while making your way back towards him with the wet rag. "You have some apple sauce on your face. Here." you say before grabbing his face with one hand and wiping it with the other.

Sanji starts to have a overload while you do this. Blushing like crazy until his nose starts bleeding. "Oh no. Are you ok???" you ask scared as the blood starts pooling out of his nose he take the rag from your hand and nods embarrassed. "Y-yeah! This happens sometimes haha!" he yells trying to play it off.

You quickly grab a first aid kit. "At least let me patch your nose." you say taking out some supplies. You try to walk over to him but he quickly jumps back. "No no. Don't come any closer y/n." he says panicking.

Y/n gives him a confused look. "But why I just want to help? Did I do something?" you ask.

"No! Well yes.... But no! It's just.... You're making me flustered y/n and it makes my nose bleed.... Sorry" he admits. You continue to look at him confused. Flustered? But why....

"How do I make you flustered? I haven't done anything..." you ask. Sanji sighs at your cluelessness.

"You... You make me nervous....Cause you're so... Gorgeous." he finally admits. Your eyes widden. Gorgeous? No one's ever called you that before. Could you really make someone that nervous to make their nose bleed just by your beauty??

"Well... Can you close your eyes? Please so I can help you?" you ask still desperately wanting to help him. Sanji thinks for a moment before closing his eyes and removing the rag.

You slowly make you way over to him. Putting two pieces of tissue in his nose and wrapping under it so it stays. You tell him your done and he opens his eyes. Before you can say anything he leans in and kisses you.

Placing his soft lips on yours kissing you passionately like he's been waiting for this moment his whole life. You we're surprised at first but start to kiss back.

Y'all pull away to get air. "Y/n you're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen. I'm never felt this way about someone in my whole life. I don't want to say goodbye to this. I don't want to see you go...." he admits holding you by your waist.

"Come with me. Join my crew! I'll keep you safe. We can sail the sea together and most importantly be together y/n. I don't want to leave you!" he says. You widden your eyes. Does he really like you that much.

You've only just met this man but he seems so genuine. Like someone you want to spend the rest of your life with. You've only talked to him for a couple's hours but the time you've had together and what you've learned about him means so much to you. You don't want to see him leave either.

"Yes" you whisper. "W-what?" sanji asks not thinking he heard you right."I'll go with you." you say looking up at him smiling. Sanji picks you up and sways around the room as y'all laugh together.

He suddenly puts you down getting serious. "Theirs one more thing I have to know y/n before you come with me..." he says looking at the ground. "Will you be my girlfriend?" he asks smiling at you.

You throw your arms around him and place a kiss on his cheek. "Of course I will!" you nearly yell.

And CUT. AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER!

Sanji just loves you. Home boy is obsessed with you. Everything about you. He can get enough. Your a addiction he don't want rehab for. It's almost unhealthy how much he loves you.

I can't put it in to words how much he would worship you. He can't believe you're real. He's scared your a dream and he's gonna wake yo with you not there. He treats every day with you like it's his last and saviours you every second.

He is so clingy. He can keep his hands off you. He would try to be respectful about it. But he just wants to tear you apart man. He wants to grope and grab every single inch, cm, mm of your body. Not one spot going uncherished.

Everything you do he finds attractive. Walking? Hot. Pushing hair out of your face. Hot. Sitting still. Hot. Literally doing nothing at all. Hot.

When he first seen you naked he has to get a look from every angle. To just take it the beauty. He had you stand in the middlebof the room. And he just walked around you. Taking it all in. Even getting on the ground or standing on a chair to see it from there. Nothing will go unnoticed.

Making sure to rub his hands up and down your body praising a worshipping every single inch before railing you.

I usually put in what I think the characters favorite part of you would be but lord. I can't pick. Cause he would love all of you. He would shoot himself in the head before answering that.

It's not possible to choose ONE thing that is better then the rest of you cause all of you is perfect to him. He sees no flaw.

He loves holding you. Laying on your stomach in between your legs wrapping his arms under your back. While you play with his hair. Makes him so weak bro. Always a horny mess. Always ready.

He probably love quickies. Just to help him get through the day. Cause with you walking around he won't be able to get anything done with out at least pounding into you once. Very very high stamina.

Position? Don't matter. He will do it from any angle you like. The feeling of you wrapped around him is enough. He gets pussy drunk instantly.

BIG AND I MEAN BIGGGG moaner. He don't care he letting everything out. He can't help it. He whimpers and whines for you. Breathing heavy. Trying to speak but it comes out as mumbles cause he's so overwhelmed by the way you feel.

Oh you're more submissive? He loves taking the lead and teasing/rubbing every inch of your body till you are a pleading mess. Beginning to be fucked. And he does. As a dom he would put everything into making both of y'all feel good. Definitely a service dom.

Any tiny thing you like while having sex he would do just to make it better for you. Whether it's being choked, spanked, kissed. Whatever you want. He's on it. He tries so hard to make you feel so good so he can see your lewd over stimulated face. He loves seeing how his cock makes you all "drunk"

Knowing he fucks you best and no one else can do that. Definitely the type to ask. "Who do you belong to/ who fucks the best?" during sex. Really gets him off knowing your his.

Oh but you're a dom? No problem. He love having a women dominating him. Being told what to do by such a beautiful lady turns him on in ways he can't explain. He wants to fulfill your every need and make you happy.

Anything you say goes. You want on top. Get on. You want to tease him with a vibrator? He's ready on bed. You want him to eat you out he's already laying on his back ready for you to take a seat on your thrown like you deserve.

Even stuff more kinky! Oh you want to peg him? He's down. He probably bi anyways. You can't tell me he's not zesty. I mean look at him! He probably love having you peg him.

The feeling of you driving into him with your strap so aggressively makes him go crazy. Pushing his head into the pillows to avoid screaming. Only thing is he feels bad that you're not getting anything out of it when you really are. So he makes sure to repay you after.

He would call you by whatever name you give him. Mommy? Done. Mistress? Hell yeah. He is down for whatever. He probably even has mommy issues. Look at him. I mean..... Like...

With all of that being said about him wanting to please you. It drives him insane seeing you between his legs sucking him off. He would throw his head back and just whine. He love language might be acts of service but Lord he loves seeing you this.

I'll add more later probably but I'm busy but wanted to get this out! ♥︎

[moon-fics]

Face Masks-Peter Parker

A/n: I'm currently wearing a facemask and had this idea!

Summary: A night in leads to face masks and fun

Warning: Swears, fluff, gender-neutral reader

Peter enters his apartment through his window, his only injury being a pulled muscle. He's just glad he didn't get punched in the face. He lands on the floor with a soft thud, removing his mask. Within seconds you're peaking into the room, a smile on your face. Just seeing you brightens his night by a lot, relieving him of all his stress.

"How was patrol?" You ask, as usual, entering his room. You approach him, examining his face for any serious cuts or bruises. When you don't see any you relax.

"Actually, really easy." He laughs, running a hand through his flattened hair. "I only had to face five robberies!" He jokes, walking deeper into his room. He notices neatly folded sweatpants and a T-shirt on the edge of his bed. He's sure you've done more besides this, he can tell his room has been vacuumed and a few things reorganized. Of course, he'll just put his items back in place but he'll never complain. "Thank you," He mumbles, grabbing his clothes.

"Of course, Pete." you nod your head with a grin, sitting down on his bed. You wait for him to change before bringing up an idea you saw online.

Once he finishes changing, he sits behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He rests his head on yours, wanting a calm moment. However, he knows better and can tell you're not even close to tired.

"Hey, Pete?" You hum, shifting in his hold. He knows you're about to suggest an activity, maybe one that requires effort. He's exhausted, but he'll do anything for you, especially when you've been waiting for him all night.

"Yes, honey?" He responds, kissing the back of your head. He tries to come up with the activity you're going to suggest before you speak, shuffling through movie night or video games.

"Can we do face masks?" You ask in a soft tone. How could he not think of that first? It's such a domestic task of course you'd choose it. Peter would never admit it, but face masks sound really nice right now.

"Only if they're the ones with animal faces on them." He chuckles as you wiggle out of his grasp and walk from his bed. You enter his bathroom that's connected to his room, open his sink cabinet, and pull out two face masks. You spread them apart like cards between your fingers, a playful smile spreading across your face.

He leans back on his elbows as you return to him, showing him the mask packets closer. You chose a tiger and an owl, both piquing his interest. Of course you knew he'd enjoy animal face masks, it made his heart warm.

"Which one do you want?" You ask, glancing between the two masks. He reaches for the tiger, obviously, but you pull your hand away. "Ok, which one do you want besides the tiger?" She corrects, leaving him with the owl. He can't help but chuckle, grabbing the owl.

"What options!" He laughs. You quickly climb back onto his bed, sitting on your knees. "The tiger really suits you." He teases.

"Oh, yeah," You agree with a playful tone, "I'm super scary and vicious." You nod with a sarcastic voice. Peter opens his mask first, the smell of coconuts and chemicals hitting him quickly. Yours smells of old strawberries but you don't seem to mind.

"Are you sure these will help our skin?" He puts his mask packet to your nose causing you to cough at the sudden smell. "Y/n, where did you get these?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Five Below, why?" You hum, taking your mask out of the packaging. It's slimy in your hands, but you don't mind. However, Peter seems to be struggling with the feeling, almost gagging. "Don't be dramatic!" You laugh, slapping his arm jokingly.

"Y/n, I think this mask is made of The Lizard's saliva." He tries to unfold the mask, trying his best not to rip it. "I mean seriously, I think my webs are less sticky than this." He glances at you with a fake look of disgust.

"No, trust me your webs are way worse. I had web fluid on my hand for at least two hours once." You remind him, unfolding your mask perfectly. You've used masks before, but Peter probably hasn't. "Need help there, bud?" You ask, already applying your mask.

"I think I can handle opening a face mask." He scoffs, still struggling. Without a word, you reach over and unfold his mask while yours slowly slips down your face. Peter notices it slipping, and he instinctively fixes it, smoothing it over your face as best as he can. While he does that you apply his mask to his face, doing the same as him. "Look at us being cute!" He breaks the silence.

"Oh my god," You laugh, the face mask stretching on your face. You can feel a part of it unstick from your face, Peter quickly pressing it back. His hands are warm and dry, reminding you that you need to buy more hand lotion for him.

Somehow, Peter's face mask seems to fit him perfectly even when his face moves.

"We are totally slaying right now." He speaks up and you cannot fathom what caused him to say that. Your eyes look directly into his, a deadly serious expression on your face.

"Get the fuck off TikTok." You demand and he bursts out laughing. You know for a fact he scrolls through it when there's a break period on patrol and you hate how he's somehow weaponized the slang. "No, actually get off before I delete your account!" You tease.

"I thought girls love that word!" He defends, throwing his hands up. "I swear it's all I see now!" He chuckles.

"Yeah, but it's insane to think that New York's famous superhero says it casually!" You point out, smoothing your mask once again. You finally take in Peter's face with the owl mask on, realizing how stupid he looks. You have to look just as dumb though.

"Oh, my bad I didn't know I'd have to speak formally even when I'm off duty!" He raises his voice but you know he's not being serious. You laugh, having to once again smooth out your mask. "Next time I'll only comment about serious topics like the economy or politics!" He suggests, shaking his head. His flat hair moves with him, it looks so soft even after a whole night of being squished under his costume.

"You comment on TikToks?" You realize what he's said, leaning closer to him. "Please tell me your name isn't something like the official Spider-Man!" You place your hands on his shoulder, starting on your knees now. You look down at him with a serious glare.

"What? No, of course not!" He rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap. You decide to get comfortable, adjusting yourself so your legs are parallel and you're facing him only inches apart. "It's Spider-Mans ass." He adds. You begin cackling, knowing that's a lie. "I also have like sixty Spider-Man edits and thirst traps saved on there."

"Peter, remove yourself from that app instantly!" You shout a smile still on your face. "I cannot believe you're inflating your own ego!" You actually can believe it. You should have come up with that idea sooner because, of course, Peter would find such things and save them

"I'm offended you haven't made a fan account." He pretends to be upset, "I mean you're my girlfriend you should be the most popular account!" He crosses his arms with a dramatic frown.

"I'm sorry, weren't you the one all for privacy and safety?" You defend, and he sighs. He doesn't have a funny argument to deflect your statement, but he doesn't actually want one. You're right, he'd rather have that privacy around you.

You notice the time, realizing it's past mask-removing time. You pat his thigh, exiting his lap and padding to the bathroom. Peter catches on instantly and follows you. You remove your mask, tossing it into the bathroom trash bin, Peter does the same.

You turn on the sink waiting for the water to warm but Peter wastes no time. He washes the slimy substance from his face with cold water. Once he finishes he grabs the hand towel, drying his face.

"It should be warm enough for you now." He kisses your head and stands behind you. He leans against the wall, waiting for you to wash your face.

Once you finish you stretch and dry your face, feeling cleansed. However, you're now slightly hungry. Peter automatically knows because you're always hungry around this time.

"I'm going to make us some popcorn." He pushes off the bathroom wall. Before he leaves he picks you up by your stomach, carrying you out of the bathroom. "You are coming with."

[abiiors]

can we get a little ross blurb where both of you are just innocently making love and you cry at the end and he comforts and praises you

(mdni, 18+ only // female reader)

okay so i've changed your prompt very slightly just because i've wanted to do a proper fluffy aftercare blurb for a bit. hope you don't mind ♡

every inch of you is covered in sweat, covered with rough kisses and hickeys and your brain is a haze. everything is happening all at once--every neuron, every pain and pleasure receptor in your body is on high alert and yet your head feels numb and so foggy.

it's been like this for minutes now--since the moment you came after being denied four times but ross is still going. although he's fucking you slower than before now, riding out his orgasm (and letting you ride out yours) by thrusting into you repeatedly.

you know how this usually ends--you collapse on top of each other, limbs tangled up and sweaty and covered in bodily fluids. you kiss, slow and gentle and intimate, and then you begin the clean up after cuddling for a bit. that is the usual. but today feels different.

your arms tremble, your thighs sting and the knot in your stomach tightens further. this doesn't feel good--none of this... just moments before you were screaming out in pleasure and now here you are, wincing and trying not to cry as he pulls out slowly.

he's saying something too--his voice is all around you, trying to penetrate the fog in your head but all you hear is snippets and broken sentences.

"...baby?...okay?"

"hey..."

and then soothing fingers trail down your spine. suddenly, you're well aware of how wet your face feels, of the salty taste on your lips and your dry mouth. oh god, it's like everything comes rushing in all at once and your arms give out from under you until you faceplant on the pillow, practically curling in on yourself and ross' worried face comes into view.

"hey, hey, darling look at me," he speaks in a hushed but rapid tone. there's sweat on his brow, on his forehead and his beard glistens with your slick but his eyes are full of concern.

"baby, what's going on? are you okay?" he asks, gently running his fingers through your hair.

you release a shaky breath and attempt to speak through the dryness in your mouth. "i'm okay, just... give me a moment."

ross nods and leans down to press a kiss to your forehead but he doesn't pull away entirely. instead he traces your features gently--first your nose, then your cupids bow, your lower lip all the way to the contours of your jaw till he's back to swiping his thumb on your eyelids and cheeks, wiping away the tears.

the roughness of the pad of his thumb is grounding. familiar. once you've composed yourself a bit, ross wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his chest. "you sure you're okay, darling?"

well no, not entirely. the anxious knot still tightens in your stomach and you can't stop the occasional sobs and sniffles from escaping. every time you make a sound, his arms tighten around you and he buries his face in your hair, placing tiny kisses.

"you were so so good, my love. so perfect. i'm so sorry, i went too hard on you..."

your heart breaks at how worried he sounds, how guilty. "i-it's not you, i just--" you choke up slightly but clear your throat again. "just got a bit overwhelmed."

some of the rigidity in his body melts away and you feel yourself growing calmer too, a bit less shaky now that you can properly breathe once again.

"tell me what you need, darling. we can just lay here, no pressure. you've been so good for me, now let me take care of you," he murmurs, his thumb gently caressing your cheek.

you manage a weak smile, and nod against his chest. "just stay with me, please. just for a bit."

"absolutely. anything else you want?"

you take a moment to think, to breathe in his scent to ground yourself further. "and can we have a bath in a bit?"

"anything for you, sweet girl," he speaks and you can finally hear a small smile in his voice.

you pull back a bit to look at him, to give him a sweet kiss and feel his strong, steady heartbeat against the palm of your hand. you're okay, you realise. you're okay as long as he's here, as long as he's holding you and cuddling you. and judging by his tight hug, he doesn't plan on letting go anytime soon.

[bat-mom-writer]

Sparring Hearts

Summary: a fun evening with your sons and husband.

Reader(wife) X Bruce Wayne

Reader(mom) X Bat boys(Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne)

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"Come on, old man," Dick teased, as they spared in the well-equipped underground gym of the Wayne Manor, "Is that all you've got?" His youthful exuberance bled through his words, a stark contrast to the calculated precision of his movements.

"Dick," Bruce's voice was firm, yet a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "respect your elders."

The gym's lights flickered briefly, casting long shadows across the mat. It was a stark reminder of the tireless vigil they kept over Gotham, even in the safety of their own home. Tim watched from the sidelines, his eyes darting between the two combatants, noting every move, every feint, filing the information away for later use.

Damian, the youngest, standing beside Tim, arms folded. Despite his young age, he was the most serious of the bunch, his eyes burning with intensity as he studied his father and brother. "I can do better," he murmured under his breath.

The sound of bar feet echoing down the stone corridor interrupted their training. All heads turned as Bruce's wife entered. She was a picture of grace in her casual attire, her smile widening when she saw them all. "Gentlemen, it's time for dinner."

The trio of young men ceased their playful banter and took a collective breath, the air thick with sweat and determination. "We'll be there in a minute," Bruce assured her, wiping the perspiration from his brow. He knew the value of a well-timed break, and the sight of his wife brought a sense of peace to the otherwise intense environment.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she stepped closer to Damian, sliding her arms around his shoulders from behind. Damian, caught off guard, stiffened for a moment before relaxing into her embrace. It was rare for him to allow such affection, especially in front of his brothers. But tonight was different; something in the air suggested that this was a moment to be cherished.

Meanwhile, Dick and Bruce continued their spar, their movements more fluid and graceful as the tension ebbed. The banter between them grew more playful, their laughs bouncing off the gym walls. Their camaraderie was palpable, a testament to the bond that had formed over the years. The rhythmic clang of their weapons filled the room, each strike and parry a silent conversation that spoke of trust and respect.

Tim looked over at Damian, who was still nestled in she embrace, his eyes watching the other two with a hint of longing. He knew that his younger brother had grown up without a mother's warmth, and it filled Tim's heart with joy to see the change in him.

Tim decided to join the moment, running and leaping onto her back, his arms wrapping around her neck from behind. "You can't leave me out!" he exclaimed, laughter bubbling in his voice. She staggered playfully under the sudden weight, but her smile never wavered as she hugged them both, one hand on Tim’s shoulder and the other on Damian's.

"You're right," she said, her voice thick with sarcasm that didn’t quite mask the warmth, "How terrible of me to not invite you to a family hug." She playfully ruffled Tim’s hair, and even Damian's stern expression cracked a little as he rolled his eyes at their antics.

In the final moments of their spar, Bruce had managed to outmaneuver Dick. He caught the younger man's staff, twisted it out of his grip, and had him pinned to the floor. Dick grinned up at him, not a trace of defeat in his eyes, only the bright spark of competition. "Not bad for an old man," he quipped, earning a chuckle from Tim and a raised eyebrow from Damian.

Bruce offered a hand to help Dick up. "Age is but a number," he said, clapping him on the back, "It's wisdom and experience that truly count." He looked at each of his sons, pride shining through the stoic mask he often wore.

She approached Dick with Tim still clinging to her back, his legs wrapped around her waist. "Oh my poor baby," she cooed, inspect an imaginary bruise on Dick's cheek. Tim giggled, feeling like a child again, free from the burdens of his nightly patrols. Dick, ever the showman, played along, dramatically wincing and nuzzling into her touch.

"Did daddy hurt you?" she asked, her voice full of feigned concern. Dick took the opportunity to make an exaggerated sound of pain, "Ow, ow, ow," his voice rising in pitch with each syllable, making Tim laugh even harder. Damian rolled his eyes, but couldn't help the smirk that tugged at his lips. It was a rare sight to see his usually stoic father interacting so playfully with his siblings.

Bruce stepped back, his own smile growing. "Wise guy," he said, shaking his head at Dick, "You know you had that coming." The room was filled with the sound of good-natured ribbing, a stark contrast to the solemnity of their typical training sessions.

"Bruce, how could you?" her voice was light, teasing. "Hurting your own son like that," she playfully scolded, her eyes dancing with mirth.

Dick took full advantage of the moment, allowing his head to loll back into she embrace as he made a dramatic show of wiping a tear from his eye. The sound of his fake sobs was anything but convincing, coming out more as a series of stifled giggles. Tim's laughter grew louder, his grip on her tightening as he bobbed up and down with each burst of mirth.

"And right in front of your other sons," she said, her voice lightly chiding, though her eyes sparkled with affection as she reached up to pat Tim's head, smoothing his messy hair.

Bruce chuckled, the sound a deep rumble in his chest. It was a sound they didn't often hear, but when it did surface, it was like a warm embrace, wrapping around the room and the hearts of the people in it. "It's all part of the job," he said, his smile genuine as he stepped closer to the group, his arms open.

"Oh no!" she exclaimed playfully, her eyes widening as she saw Bruce approaching. She playfully swung Tim around, setting him on his feet. "Bruce is going in for another attack! Run, my precious little birdies!"

Her words snapped them out of their moment of light-hearted banter. Dick and Tim took off, their laughter echoing through the gym as they sprinted towards the exit, their footsteps pounding against the cold concrete floor. Damian, ever the stoic, took a more dignified approach, sauntering away with a smug look on his face, as if the mere suggestion of running was beneath him.

Bruce watched them go, his eyes lingering on Damian before turning back to his wife. "Thank you, darlin," he said, the warmth in his voice genuine. "They need moments like this."

She stepped closer to him, her hands coming to rest gently on his arms. "And so do you, love," she replied, her gaze searching his. "You carry so much of this world's burden on your shoulders. "

Her words resonated deeply within him. As Bruce, he often found himself lost in the shadow of the Bat, the weight of his crusade against injustice ever present. But as a father and a husband, he knew that moments of levity were essential for their sanity. He leaned down to kiss her, feeling the warmth of her lips against his. It was a simple gesture, but it recharged him, reminding him that there was more to life than the never-ending fight.

"You're right," he murmured against her cheek, "I'll join you in the dining room."

As the boys disappeared up the stairs, their laughter echoing in the corridor, she stepped back, her hands on Bruce's shoulders. "Yeah, and then you need a shower," she said, her voice teasing.

Bruce sighed, a hint of exhaustion seeping into his smile. "Always bossy," he murmured, bending down to kiss her again, this time lingering a moment longer, savoring the feeling of her in his arms.

"Someone's got to keep you in check," she replied, her hands moving from his shoulders to cup his cheeks, her thumbs gently brushing the stubble that had formed during their training. The moment was tender, a brief respite from the chaos they all faced each night.

[fallenwhumpee]

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Warnings: Blood, mentioned lab whump, passing out(almost), syringe, depressive thoughts(?).

Leader stumbled as they went to the very small kitchen with dishes in their hands, almost tripping. They couldn't see for a moment, before realising they were basically doubled over the counter. Leader set down the dishes, cursing.

"You're getting old."

Leader turned back, letting out a sigh as they realised it was Right Hand. Right Hand wouldn't panic, unlike Youngest.

"I'm just tired," Leader lied anyway. "Been a long day."

"Leader," Right Hand warned.

Leader took a moment just to… just to look. Right Hand was only three years younger than them, but they looked healthier in general. Movements more fluid, face more vivid. Three years of improvements made a huge difference between Leader and them.

As always, Leader was getting the short stick on everything. But their thoughts weren't born from jealousy. They were just tired, reasonably. They held the counter, trying to stand straight.

"I'm alright," Leader muttered. "Just healing," they forced out, feeling their knees tremble.

Right Hand paced closer, helping Leader down slowly. "Is it the injuries or..?" Right Hand asked, not completing the sentence.

"I'm not sure," Leader grunted, closing their eyes to collect themselves. They coughed, covering their mouth. They quickly hid their blood strained palm.

Leader opened their eyes again, trying to pull themselves together. They wiped their wet hand to their pants, sitting up straight.

"My guess is more on the injury," they added. "But I need time."

Right Hand looked skeptical but accepted the explanation. "You've got a booster?" Right Hand asked after a moment of silence, pulling Leader up.

Leader shook their head, holding Right Hand a little too tight to get a stable stance. "I have a feeling that I'll need it later."

"You and your feelings," Right Hand scoffed. "I'd give you mine but…"

"Don't waste it," Leader breathed deeply, letting go of their grip.

"I restocked." Right Hand stopped a moment to see Leader's reaction. Leader raised an eyebrow, waiting. "Had to visit there to get your blood sample after you went down." Right Hand looked away, ashamed.

"You did what?" Leader almost gasped. They took a breath and gave Right Hand the chance to explain why they returned to their nightmare. "You know I don't like you going there, let alone going all by yourself."

"You're in no position to complain," Right Hand argued, not very confident. It was unusual for them to go from Leader's back, and even more unusual to try to cover it up.

Right Hand sighed. "Just tell me if my one will help."

"It may," Leader didn't push. "If you got any spare and ignore the... ethics."

"We wouldn't be the first to do that," Right Hand gave a small smile.

Leader met the smile with their own.

"And if the boost doesn't work?" Right Hand asked after a short silence, having a second thought. But now Leader wanted to try their luck. The idea sounded good in their head.

"I'll be fine," Leader moved to the living room. "It's a booster, not medicine."

"Leader—" Right Hand began, but Leader cut it.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry."

If it was Medic, Leader would be teased about famous last words. But Medic wasn't around, so Leader had one nice hour before their body slowly shut down. Youngest was asleep by that time, Right Hand not registering half of their own words as they kept babbling about the everyday matters. But they quickly got alerted as Leader collapsed to the armrest.

Right Hand's shot was definitely more potent.

Leader felt drained as their body began to tend to damage faster than it could handle. They tried to reach Right Hand, but they couldn't raise their heavy arm.

"Seems like they changed the formula over time," Right Hand chuckled, clumsily trying to mask their concern. They walked over and shifted Leader to lay on their back.

Leader knew that tone… Leader themselves used it quite often when they were growing up. And it didn't recall nice memories.

"I'm not dying," Leader assured, half joking. They felt like they were taken in for the circulation. It was just as bad as dying... but at least temporary.

Right Hand froze. Leader reached for their hand, trying to stop the possible panic taking over.

Right Hand drew a sharp breath. "Don't. Just don't. I can't handle seeing you like this. I can't—"

"I'll be alright," Leader tried again. "Been through worse. You know it."

"Just… we need you. I need you. To be here just like always," Right Hand whispered, looking away.

Leader didn't like that.

"Those thoughts are dangerous," they warned. "My tomorrow isn't guaranteed, less than yours even."

Right Hand's eyes flashed, the panic finally disappearing. "No one can tell me what to think. That's what you taught me in that hole."

"I know. But I also taught you to not depend on anyone," Leader retorted, the heavy feeling dragging their eyelids down. Winding up Right Hand was the easiest way to get them back to their senses. "You being attached to me is the last thing I want."

"Just shut up and let me look after you."

"You have no bedside manners," Leader whined, the words slurring into each other as they felt the exhaustion finally catch up.

"It's only natural. You babied us too much, and we turned out the opposite."

"Babied," Leader muttered. It was the bare minimum, but they guessed even that could count as coddling in their situation. "I only did what I saw outside."

"Hush now, you'll feel better if you rest."

Leader muttered something incoherent even to themselves, their eyes closing. They didn't think they would feel better soon, but they couldn't think about it. Their thoughts molded into each other as they felt a hand caress their cheek, wrapping something warm around their shoulders.

So tender, so gentle. All the things Leader had found themselves undeserving. But they couldn't find the energy to resist. It felt… nice to let themselves be cared for, for once.

But Leader didn’t like the role reversal in the slightest. They didn't like being out of service or letting their guard down. Restlessly, they tried to open their eyes, but their body betayed them once again, pulling them to a deep sleep.

-•-

So, as a treat(i just couldn't fit this anywhere, and its too short to be posted on its own, so im just releasing into the wild) have two adorable kids.

Warnings: Child abuse, minor whumpee, multiple whumpees, mentioned gun, dehumanisation. All mentioned and off-screen, but still.

"Don't ever let it go. This village wasn't on the plan, so don't get out of the line as we regroup, kid," a private demanded.

"Yessir." Leader grabbed 01 from their hood. The child squeaked, giving a big smile. Leader couldn't smile back, not when they were beaten out of if, but they moved and took the other's hand. It was a gesture they had seen the outside people did when they were all smiley.

Would Leader get a warning for it?

Leader realised they didn't care it as much as before. Normally, even the thought would have them on the edge, trembling and ready to but. It hadn't been the case ever since Right Hand was brought in. So tiny and innocent, unaware of what will happen.

Leader would bite and snarl if anything happened to them, and maybe if they were strong enough, they could outright attack. If only they were strong enough and the thought of it hurt their skull less.

But Scientist promised they wouldn't touch Right Hand as long as Leader did what Scientist said. And Leader wanted to trust the only person they had known ever since they knew themselves.

The private just left, not even looking back. Leader was beginning to worry too much. It was not good. Paranoia wasn't going to help them at all. In or our of the field.

"0, can we go? I saw something!" The child pulled Leader towards a farm. Leader sighed - the way the staff did when things didn't work as they wanted - but let the child drag him.

"Just don't let my hand go, and we're good."

The child dragged Leader as Leader looked around, alert for anything that may come.

They stopped before a small place circled with wires. There were... bunnies in it. Leader blinked, seeing the chubby things do silly moves. The ones back home weren't even able to lift themselves from the ground of their cage.

"Leader, they are so cute. Can we take one home?"

Leader looked around with panic if anyone heard. "Dont use my name. That's for... only for two of us. Out secret. You should be careful."

"Sorry." The child's face fell.

Leader sighed. Why did this hurt their heart?

Leader knelt, getting to the child's eye level. "Right Hand..." they began, taking a deep breath. Right Hand perked up with Leader calling them with their name. "It's alright. Just don't do that around the others, or they will get mad."

"I don't like them. Why I should care?" Right Hand huffed, moving closer.

"Because I dont want them to hurt you," Leader confessed. Or hurt me, they couldn't say. They didn't mind being punished if it meant Right Hand would be fine, but they would rather avoid it altogether.

"People outside don't hurt each other."

"I know. Our people isnt very nice. But they are our people."

Right Hand lunged forward, sending Leader's mind on alert. But they couldn't move. Right Hand's arms wrapped around Leader's neck, their small and warm body against Leader's thin but solid frame.

Was that a... hug?

Leader didn’t deserve it. They didn't get touched if it wasn't for data. They didn't get kindness if they didn't do good. They did nothing to deserve the warmth.

Leader suddenly felt alarmed. It overrode their thoughts, their arms wrapping around the child protectively.

"Get out of my field!" Someone snarled from behind. Leader tightened their arms around Right Hand, using their own body to shield the child.

Right Hand whimpered and buried their head to Leader's shoulder.

"M-my sibling just wanted t-to see the bunnies, I'm— I'm sorry," Leader muttered, their voice meek. They turned back enough to see the farmer, a stick on their hand. Leader turned fully since it wasn't a gun, still cradling Right Hand in a safe distance.

The farmer looked at Leader, taking in the appearance. Leader couldn't hide the tattoo on the back of their arm, marking them as military property.

"I don't want freaky creatures  in my farm. So go before I come down there."

"Yessir," Leader forced out again before running to the way they came. Right Hand held on tighter, making Leader's neck ache. They let out a whimper, scary.

"Its alright," Leader whispered. "I will protect you. Always."

[fallenrocket]

I find it so interesting that in "The Church on Ruby Road," both the Doctor and Ruby are struggling with a lack of known blood family, despite being rich in thicker-than-blood family.

The Doctor looks at all the photos on Carla's fridge, delighting in the faces of all the children she's fostered over the years. "You have got the biggest family in the world," he tells Ruby. Echoes of Sarah Jane in "Journey's End"--Look at you. You've got the biggest family on Earth.

But moments later, when Ruby asks the Doctor about his family, he mumbles, "I've got no one," and quickly changes the subject.

Ruby is the same way. She's just as excited as Carla when she finds out about Lulubelle coming for Christmas, and she basks in Carla's love when she says, "You absolutely made my life." But in between the photos on the fridge and Carla's doting, Ruby is still reeling from the news that Davina couldn't find any trace of her biological parents.

And hey, I get it. For both of them, their origins are a big question mark. Ruby just got freshly slapped with a reminder that her biological parents seem to have vanished into thin air, and the Doctor only recently learned that they have whole lifetimes' worth of memories that have been taken from them. It makes sense that they'd be dwelling on it.

There's no question that Ruby loves Carla, Cherry, and the kids who've come and gone over the years, just like there's no question that the Doctor loves their companions. But that unknown hanging over their heads is hard to reconcile, and they can wonder about their lost blood family without loving their thicker-than-blood family any less.

I love that Ruby grew up in a home full of foster kids, and I love how it relates to the Doctor and their companions. I feel it in his eyes as he looks down at Lulu and listens to Carla talking about her kids: "I've got photos. Have a look on the fridge. They're all there. I had some of them for days, some for weeks, some for years. Only one of them stayed."

I know he brings up being adopted right after that, but in that moment, is the Doctor seeing all the people who've moved through his life but are no less precious for not having stayed? I had some of them for days, some for weeks, some for years. Is he thinking about Ian and Barbara, about Jamie and Romana and Bill? Ruby's words from earlier--She still keeps in touch with some of them. Is he thinking about Sarah Jane and Mel and Martha? Only one of them stayed. Is he thinking about when they stayed, about the years Fourteen spent with Donna and her family?

The type of family the Doctor and Ruby are looking for is the type you possess. Incontrovertible--it's there in your DNA, whether they're standing in front of you or not. But the family they have is the type that can't be owned. It's fluid, and they come in and out but always leave their mark, even if it's just for a few days. Even if it ends badly, even if it hurts to bring them up years later, every one of them is still worth it and life is still better because, for a time, they were in it. Wherever Ruby and the Doctor's longing for blood family might take them, their thicker-than-blood family can't be taken away, because it can't be held in the first place.

[heytherejulia]

I'll be here with you if you need me ~ Peter Parker

pairing: homecoming!peter parker x reader

warning: mention of hospitals, slight mention of blood, swearning but mostly fluff

summary: all you need is a little bit of love from your boyfriend

word count: 1,5k

author's note: i haven't been here for a long time but i'm getting closer to my first examination session in college and going through my notes i found it in my drafts and thought it would be nice to actually show you something that i've written back in lockdown, love you all, jules xx

You were having a really shitty day and all you needed was a moment of peace in your boyfriend's arms, maybe hot tea and maybe a nap, so that’s exactly why you found yourself standing in front of Peter's apartment pulling the door handle. 

You didn't knock because you knew you didn't have to. Aunt May always was so kind to you, Ned, Betty and MJ, always so welcoming with open arms and a big smile on her face. There was complete silence in the apartment when you entered. The only sound you could hear was the clatter of plates tapping against each other. You headed towards the kitchen to say hi to your boyfriend's aunt.

‘Hi, May.’ 

‘Oh, hi, honey. Peter is out at the moment, but he should be back soon. If you want, you can wait in his room.’ 

You weren’t surprised at all. It was always like that, whenever you made plans together or just wanted to spend some time with each other, some villain had to attack at the exact time. You were aware that none of you two, not even Avengers, could possibly control when the baddies are gonna attack but it still was highly annoying.

You smiled at the woman and went to your boyfriend's room. To be honest, you haven’t been here as often as you would've wanted to. You usually met out in town with Betty, MJ and Ned or hung out at your place, so you were soaking up every minute of being in his room. 

It wasn’t much different than any other teenager's room you've seen, with a keen interest in studying. On the desk were torn books and notes, in the drawers you were sure were vials with his web fluid and the drafts of some projects, and on the cupboard above the desk there were several framed photos. Peter with May during his childhood, Peter with Ned at the chemistry contest, a photo of his classmates, Peter with Ned, Betty, MJ and you from one of your meetings, and the last photo of you and Peter smiling wildly at Ned as he took photos of you at the homecoming.

You were sitting like that for about ten minutes when the window opened and Peter crawled inside in his Spider-man suit. You were almost sure he didn’t notice you because he clicked a spider on his chest and the suit fell on the floor and Peter collapsed on the bed right away. He was a bit beaten up and had a few scratches, but nothing more than that.

‘Hey Peter.’ He shuddered and looked at you with a surprised expression. He got up from the bed and walked over to the chair where you were sitting.

‘Hi baby.’ As soon as he came over, you stood up and put your arms around his neck. He picked you up and sat you on the desk. He dug gently against your lips, placing one hand on the small of your back and the other on your neck. After a while, you broke away from him and nestled against his chest.

‘Good to see you.’ You whispered, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. A little bit too soon for your liking you stepped out from his embrace and took the first aid kit out of the drawer in his desk. 

‘Sit down, I'll fix it for you.’ 

You started cleaning his wounds and scratches on his face when Peter was just sitting there scanning your figure carefully.

‘You alright?’ His question didn't surprise you, because he could always notice the slightest change in your mood or demeanor. You weren’t really into physical affection or PDA. Yeah sure, you loved when Peter hugged you or when you were just talking about how you both feel, but you weren’t used to long cuddle sessions or pouring your heart out and weren’t so good at showing him how much you cared. 

The truth was that you both didn't have that many opportunities to be physically together all the time, so things like that happened rather rarely. Neither of you really have that much of a free time that you could use for just being together. Of course, there were times when you were able to just be there for each other, but it just happened from time to time. 

And to be honest, after a day consisting only of shitty events, you were just glad to feel his body heat against you. Your grandmother, who ended up in the hospital, your chemistry test that you most likely failed, and a fight with your parents effectively took away all your enthusiasm and any life energy. 

When you finished cleaning him up, you hugged him again. You remained in this position, with the question suspended between you two for several minutes, until you accidentally hit the box of pens with your hand and it landed on the floor. It took a moment to see that the organizer that had fallen was a ceramic mug with a photo of Peter and May. You felt even worse because you didn't want to break the gift that his aunt once gave him. You got up from the desk and started picking up the remains of the mug with shaking hands. 

‘I’m so so sorry, Peter, I really didn't want to break it, I know this gift meant a lot to you.’

‘Hey, hey, hey, take it easy, it's okay, nothing happened. Leave it or you'll hurt yourself.’ Peter took the broken parts of something that used to be his mug of pens out of your hand and threw them into the trash. ‘Are you sure you're okay?’

You stared at him, knowing you were about to cry if he kept looking at you like that. With so much worry and concern. You just shook your head.

‘Nanny is in the hospital. Doctors aren't that optimistic about her chances of recovery.’ You whispered. Peter froze in place, just looking at the window behind you for a moment. He looked back at you. 

‘I'm so sorry, Y/N/N. Come on, I'll make you some tea.’ You followed Peter to the kitchen, noticing on the way there that May had already left for work. You watched the boy turn on the electric kettle, then he took out two colorful mugs and threw green tea leaves into them. After a while, he put both teas on the table and sat down next to you. ‘Do you want to tell me about it?’ 

You thought about it for a moment because you weren't sure if you wanted to talk about it. Eventually you licked your chapped lips and started talking. 

‘Last week ... Nanna mentioned something about not feeling well, but then she said that everything is okay and she’s okay and now she's in the hospital because she had a heart attack. She’s lying there because I didn't go to visit her because I found that chemistry test more important than her. This is all my fault, Peter. Mine.’

‘It's not like that, baby, and you know it perfectly well.’ He knelt in front of you and took your hands in his. ‘You couldn't have predicted something like this would happen if she openly said she was fine and was feeling okay.’ He got up and pulled your hand and started walking towards the living room. You sat down on the couch, and Peter took the blanket from beside him and covered both of you, then pulled you to his chest and hugged you tightly.

‘I cannot promise you that everything will be alright, but I can promise you that I will be there for you all the time you need me.’ You smiled slightly.

‘What about the friendly neighborhood Spider-man? Who will be returning stolen bicycles to people at this time?’ 

‘I think Mr. Stark's suits may stop dusting for a while, and can replace me.’ he said, pecking your nose. ‘The friendly neighborhood Spider-man has to deal with his closest neighborhood and let go of chasing thieves in the streets of Queens for a while." 

You leaned over him and grabbed his face in your hands, then kissed him. Peter grabbed your waist and kissed you back.

‘Thank you. For everything, Peter.’ He smiled gently and pulled you to his chest again. You wrapped your arms around his waist and allowed yourself a moment to take a break from whatever had been on your mind lately. And you lay cuddled until the late evening, when May came home from work and called you for dinner. And you stayed with him for the whole week, you spent the afternoons in the same way like today, until your Grandma came home.