#he (and baby orbs in general) are just That small

[galactaknightyaoi]

Silly rabbit??

Happy spooky month! Here's my obligatory Halloween profile picture. I'm a few days late, as usual. But I'll have the actual Halloween drawing(s) done in time... I hope.

Extra doodles and sketches of an alternative costume under the cut.

Originally I wanted to draw Galacta Knight as a witch, with little eensy Meta here as his familiar. However I wasn't able to work out a witch design I was happy with, and that wasn't agonizing to draw with his horns. Still a fun little concept!! Maybe for a future Halloween...

I still wanted to do something magic related, and from that I got magician. It doesn't match the spooky vibe, but I think it's Halloween-ey enough!! It's the shitty costume bought the day before the Halloween party, how does it get more Halloween than that? And it still allowed me to have Meta as a stupid little creature, so really, I think I still won.

As a bonus, concept doodles of the magician ft. the inexplicably skimpily dressed assistant!

[chuluoyi]

✎ mission: baby steps !

- gojo satoru x reader

the three times gojo tried to make his baby love him (and how he miserably fails)

genre: full crack, dad!gojo being a sore loser, your baby being mean (he only wants peace, really), and obviously, fluff !!

note: a little thing for father's day ehe <3 i know i said i'll work on smut in the polls next but uhhh, this comes first ok?! :') i just love the idea of gojo vs baby don't mind me *sobs* and all the scenario here come from the tiktok/reels you've sent me!

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

There are many things that come with being a jujutsu sorcerer, and when you are Gojo Satoru, those things seem to be multiplying like bunnies.

This essentially means less time with his wife and baby. Look, he could finish missions fast, but when sent to other cities, even he couldn't abuse his teleportation powers all the time to return to Tokyo.

And so, as much as he hated it, he couldn't fault his baby boy for forgetting him.

"Look, it's papa," you rocked your son with a smile, consoling him as he wailed right after Satoru held him. "Don't cry, don't cry! Papa just got back from a long mission, he's not scary!"

"Is he scared of me?" Ouch. The thought prickled him. It somehow felt sourer than seeing Principal Gakuganji's face.

You hummed, seemingly (or comically?) deep in thought. "Hmm, in baby's point of view: a big, bad man suddenly picks him up, of course he's scared."

"I'm not a bad man!"

Okay, he wasn't having this. Satoru adored his baby to bits and he would want him to at least know it. It's settled then—he would be taking paid leave just to spend some time with his baby.

This would be his mission for the next three days!

DAY ONE

The day started off great. Baby Gojo was relatively calm, a bit fussy here and there but Satoru could definitely handle him.

"Look, a plane is coming!" he said playfully, moving the spoon in the air to attract his baby's attention. "Open your mouth wide!"

Baby blinked at him with the straightest face ever. His two blue orbs were the very same as his father, and yet they held disinterest so great that it was a wonder Satoru didn't notice.

He then playfully smooched baby's face, but he scrunched up, cringing in response.

And later, another achievement unlocked: Satoru successfully got his son to sleep for his afternoon nap!

"You're so cute, sigh." Satoru poked his baby's cheek lightly. "You look like me, but when you sleep, you totally look like your mama..."

He might not say it out loud, but one of his favorite sights lately was seeing you sleep next to your son. Both of you looked so precious and vulnerable, so alike, and it made him warm.

And whenever he looked at this little creation between you and him, he also got the urge to poke him so bad.

So he did. Only this time, he poked him a little too hard.

And how wrong that move was.

His son immediately cracked his eyes open, his lips quivered, and then his whole face scrunched up, followed by—

"WAAA!"

"Oof! Wait— I'm sorry!"

Long story short, he refused to be held in Satoru's arms, so you took over and your husband could only watch you with dissatisfaction.

"Won't you let me hold you?" he asked despondently, pulling up a pitiful face and batting his eyelashes. "I have the warmest hugs! Mama can vouch for that!"

"Satoru, he doesn't want you."

DAY ONE RESULT : FAILED

DAY TWO

Okay, his baby would love him today. Satoru was sure of it.

He had ordered this baby ride-on toy via home shopping and not only that, he would play with him!

"Here we goo~! Honk! Honk!" Satoru steered the little vehicle with his son at the backseat, hyping him up and even made a weird sound that was supposed to resemble a... train?

You watched them both, giggling. Your husband looked positively ridiculous as he was too big for the small vehicle, but still persisted in entertaining your clueless baby behind him. "Oh my, Satoru, you're trying way too hard."

"I have to!" he retorted, sending pout and a glare at the same time. "You can't hog him all the time, he's my son too!"

"Well, good luck~ as it happens, your spawn isn't easy to impress."

"Just so you wait—!" Satoru begrudgingly shot you a look, eaten up by your taunts, not noticing the wall in front of him. "By the end of today, he'll— whoaaa!"

He was about to crash into the said wall, and you were prepared to jump to save your baby first. But then, Satoru did the next best thing to stop it—jumping out of the ride-on, rolling onto the floor... and crashing into the bookshelf that some of the things fell. "Ow!"

"Are you okay!?" you immediately picked up your baby before checking him over. However, Satoru's eyes were transfixed on your shared munchkin.

"Meh heh~"

And you too when you heard it— your baby was wiggling, all smiles, seemingly amused by the sight of his papa lying there pitifully. Satoru was aghast.

"Y-you have no filial piety!"

DAY TWO RESULT : FAILED

DAY THREE

Today, Satoru had gotten inside the playpen and brought a bunch of toys, planning to entertain his son with all of them.

"C'mon, don't throw that!" he pursed his lips when his kid flung the lego away. "Don't you want to play together with me?"

No. As if saying that, the baby crawled away from him. He seemed to have a target in mind though.

"Oi, what are you doing?" Satoru was puzzled, but he was in for a surprise when the child rose slowly.

"Oh, you're pushing yourself up..." he stated, observing how the baby, still wobbly, clutched on the edge of his playpen for support.

A huge grin spread across his face then. "Aww, look at you!" he gushed with pride. "You can stand already! Ooh!"

And suddenly, the sight tugged at his heartstrings. This was the first time he had ever witnessed such a milestone. He wasn't here when he first started teething or crawling, and now that he was here when his son was standing... he wanted to see more of this.

"Now, can you take a step?" Satoru moved closer to him, and the kid turned to him with those clear blue eyes and a little frown, seemingly unsure. "Go! Go! Come to me!"

He didn't think he would actually try to walk. But he did as baby let go of the support, alas suddenly he slipped—

And fell flat on his face.

"—! Are you hurt?!" Satoru immediately plucked him off the floor, horrified, and pulled him close when the baby started to sniffle. Soon, he began to wail inconsolably.

"Oh no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—!" he didn't even know why he was apologizing, but seeing his baby so frightened made his chest tighten. "Stop crying, oh wait—let's find mama!"

You were engrossed in your evening TV series when Satoru came barging to the living room with your poor son while being hysterical. "Help him!"

"What happened?!"

"He fell! He fell!"

Of course, your main concern was to comfort your baby, and so you reached out to take him from your husband's arms, only that...

"Huh...?" even Satoru was stunned when his son clutched onto his shirt, continuing to cry but refusing to let go, burying his little face into him.

Suddenly, he felt warm, he felt needed, and most of all, his desire to protect him was so overwhelming that he couldn't help but squeeze him closer.

You looked between the father and son, feeling giddy at the sight.

"He wants you," you finally smiled, patting baby's back. Satoru glanced between you and his precious pumpkin, seemingly taken aback as he blinked several times. When the fact sank in, he felt like a mush and pressed a kiss on his head.

The clown was convinced that his kid hates him and you are the savior. So, the fact that this little innocent being wanted him to comfort him... it made his heart flutter.

"Sorry, kid," he sighed into him, smushing his face to his little one's. "Don't cry, yeah? You're making me sad too."

"Satoru... are you getting glassy-eyed?"

"...am not!"

DAY THREE RESULT : DUBIOUS OUTCOME

"He's asleep..." you placed your baby between you and Satoru on the bed later that night, he was now so peaceful, out like a light.

Satoru turned to face you and the baby, looking at both of you with a yawn, but a soft smile lit his face when he saw how you pecked his son's cheek lightly.

These three days made him almost forget that curses still existed out there. Spending time with his son blurred that fine line between reality and a perfect daydream.

"He is still so little, but he screams so loud," he mused, poking the baby's cheek gently. You swatted his hand away, worried he might poke too hard again.

"You keep teasing him, that's why."

"—? He keeps playing me, is why!"

You two burst into quiet giggles then, and you couldn't help but reminiscing about the journey from when you first found out you were expecting, through the first ultrasound, and all the way to delivering your son.

And it seemed like Satoru had an inkling of what you were thinking when he suddenly blurted:

"Thank you, for everything you do," he whispered then, his eyes crinkled so softly at you.

You playfully huffed to hide your misty eyes, and in that moment, Satoru knew, that you too were glad for this life you two shared.

. . .

And that, in and of itself, was enough for him to thank all the stars for bringing him to meet you in that most beautiful spring of 2006.

Epilogue

It was morning, and baby was awoken by... sounds.

He looked to the side to find his mama there— your hand on his tummy to prevent him from rolling.

And then he turned to the other side to find his papa... who is perfectly still, but emanating this low sounds with each breath he took.

The longer he heard it, the more irritated your munchkin felt. So he rose, put his fists together, and came down on him—

Whack!

"—?!" Satoru groaned when something hit his face, and he opened his eyes only to see his son readying his punch again—

"W-why are you hitting me!" he was mortified. "H-help! Sweets, wake up! He’ll murder me!”

OVERALL MISSION RESULT : FAILED

[usedtobecooler]

eddie ‘monstercock’ munson, who is painfully unaware of the sheer size of his dick.

tw: sexual content 18+ minors dni, size kink, oral m receiving, piv sex, praise kink, dirty talk, general debauchery. for my love @raccoonboywrites

and, listen, you’re not a size queen at all. don’t care much for how big or small a cock is so long as whoever it’s attached to knows how to use it. but you gasp out loud once you get your fingers dig under eddie’s waistband, pulling the offending material down to let his length spring out.

it’s enough to shock you back into the room, watching as the thick weight of it slaps against eddie’s tummy, the way it curves into his navel. he’s wet, leaking at the head and matting down the pretty swirls of black hair that lead a trail down, down, down.

he’s rumpled against your bed frame, slumped down with his shirt rucked up his tummy. the prettiest pink flush spreading across his cheeks, tinging his ears and dipping as low as his collar. you’re willing to bet his chest is blotched with the lovely rosy colour, too. he grips aimlessly at your comforter, wide eyes watching your every move; tracing every hitch of your breath.

you wrap your hand around the base — purposely ignoring the pathetic little whine eddie makes, because jesus now isn’t the time to think too much about that — and you moan despite yourself when your hand doesn’t even wrap fully around the girth of it, dwarfing your fingers and palm.

“you— you’re so big, oh my god,” your voice catches at the end, desperate and dampened by your own desire for it. you lean forward, hot breath ghosting over him, tugging his foreskin back just enough for the head to pop out, shiny and reddening with need, “you could’ve at least warned me you were packing a python down there, fuck.”

“oh shit, really? i thought it was aver— holy fuck, you don’t have to—“ he’s bug eyed, eyebrows shooting under his fringe as you mouth at the head, determined and eager to get a taste of him. uncut, heavy on your tongue, the heady splash of precum blurting out to coat your tastebuds.

eddie’s knees kick up a little as you mouth greedily at his tip, pointing your tongue to run in circles around the glans on the underside. you smirk despite yourself, getting a kick out of it when eddie goes a little cross eyed, burying a ringed hand into your hair.

you indulge yourself, feeling the weight of him in your mouth as you sink lower, just far back enough as to not trigger your gag reflex. your lips wrapping around his hot flesh, suckling softly, reveling in each blurt of pearlescent release that drips onto your tongue.

“baby, sweetheart — fuck,” eddie gasps, breath shuddery, lightly pulling at your tresses to test the water. his mouth falling open into a quiet moan when your eyes flutter at the feeling, “y’can- y’can take more, right? s’not… s’not that big.”

your jaw cracks under what of him you’ve fit in, which truthfully isn’t much. despite your efforts, there’s still a good three inches of eddie’s cock left untouched by hand or mouth, and you really have to wonder if he’s that clueless of his size. you pull off with a wet pop, strings of saliva keeping you connected to him as you stare up with wet orbs.

“eddie, you’re huge.” your voice is wrecked, butterflies swirling in your tummy as you make eye contact with him once again. you flush under his debauched gaze, "i— shit. nobody's ever told you before?"

eddie shrugs, considers for a moment. you don't think he's aware of the fact he's holding you in place with his hand, gripping your hair just enough to keep you still, hovering over his dick just close enough that if he wanted to, he could push you back down, get your mouth back on him.

though, that’s clearly not what he wants. because, he’s slipping the hand from your hair, doing this kind of awkward dance as he lays you out where he wants you.

you end up on your back, thighs spread wide as eddie slots between them, mouthing hotly at your neck. his fingers graze along your flushed skin, dance on your hipbone, across your pelvis. dips those godforsaken fingers into your panties, carelessly fumbling over your sopping wet pussy.

“this is okay, right?”

“it’s all okay, eddie. anything you want.”

"not— not even touched you yet and you're already this wet?" eddie's voice is a low timbre against your skin, has you arching up into his touch with a soft little moan. he sounds shocked, no heat or teasing in his words.

"can't help it," you gasp, exhaling shakily when eddie swipes two fingers over your clit deftly, unable to hide his smile at how receptive you are, "feeling the size of you in my hand — my mouth, god. would've let you choke me with it, would've thanked you."

eddie buries his face into your cleavage, poorly concealing a choked whine. he's skillful with his fingers, working you over fast despite how much your words are clearly affecting him.

your hips rock in short little circles, fingers sinking into eddie's hair, tugging lightly at the nape of his neck. you whine, body set alight with the feeling of calloused fingers grazing the small bundle of nerves.

he's biting you, brandishing you with little blooming bruises, and with the noise he makes against your damp skin you'd think it was him getting touched like this, him hurtling towards the edge.

you're so wet that the slick noises of eddie's fingers on your pussy are deafening in your ears, causing your back to prickle with heat, tummy winding tight.

the hot, heavy flesh of his cock presses against your inner thigh, shocking loud moans from you both at the same time. you arch up into his touch, ears ringing as pleasure takes over your body.

"i— you're making me cum," you gasp breathily, a static feeling warming your body, eyes rolling into the back of your head. you grapple for eddie's hair once more, tugging with a ferocity as your release washes over you.

it's. something. you feel like you're fucking floating, and eddie keeps swirling his fingers perfectly, whispering little shocked praises and keening into your rough pulling as he wrings you out.

once eddie's sure you're done with the aftershocks of your orgasm, he hazards pushing two fingers into your soaked cunt, and you're practically shooting away with overstimulation. crying out, somehow swivelling your hips and pushing down onto his fingers further once the shock wears off.

"you're a shit," you gasp, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, "god, might've known your dick was gonna be big, fuckin' size of your fingers."

"was— was that good for you? can i, shit can i?" eddie's desperate, rutting the thick outline of his cock against your thigh. he's never stopped fucking leaking, soaking your leg in milky precum and allowing the slip and slide to feel good.

you nod, shaky hands tilting his head up so you can finally, finally, get your mouth on his. eddie's whole body presses flush against yours, his hand coming out to stabilise himself so he doesn't crush you, and fuck.

it's so charged, like he can't stilt his emotions as he snakes his tongue into your mouth, lapping at your own wetly. it's probably disgusting, doesn't feel like it though — you'd swallow his spit happily, whenever he wanted, if it meant he kept making you feel like this.

eddie's shaky hand fumbles for the base of his cock as you continue kissing, positioning himself so that he's nestled prettily between your legs. the kisses turn languid, and he almost sounds pained when he next speaks, "s-sorry. if it, if it hurts."

"let it hurt, i want it to," your demeanor falters a little, turning doe eyed and pleading as eddie slides the ruddy head of his cock up and down the seam of your cunt, flirts with the idea of pushing the tip in just to watch you gasp and keen.

"would never," eddie promises, finally — fucking, finally — pushing the first few inches into the sopping wet heat of your pussy. he cries out when you clench around him unwittingly, and you mumble out a small sorry as you adjust.

it's. not good. it's not bad, either, but fuck. you feel like you're being split from the inside, the thick tip pushing you wider than you anticipated. your fingers grapple for eddie's biceps, nails digging in tightly, "so fucking big, oh my god, you're gonna split me in half."

you're breathless and eddie catches on, panics a little, "you're okay? you're okay, right? i can sto—"

"if you stop, i swear to god," you seethe, looking at eddie with a fierce spark in your eyes, "keep going. fuck. keep going."

before long and with a little bit of resistance, eddie's buried deep inside of you. your bodies roll against one anothers, shallow, slow breaths

it starts slow, the catch and drag of eddie's cock shocking you both into silence. but, before long, your pussy catches up with the programme, gushing wet and allowing eddie to push in further with each thrust.

it's intimate, erotic.

"you're so tight," eddie all-out whimpers, head falling and shoulders shaking as he fucks you at a lazy pace, clearly trying his best to hold out for as long as he can.

"fuck, you’re so gentle,” you try, knees squeezing eddie’s narrow waist, thighs encapsulating him, “you can go quicker. not gonna break me.”

eddie shakes his head, almost like he’s bewildered. looks at you all fucking soft, clearly can’t help the rut of his hips as he buries in deep, biting his inner lips to muffle his noises.

you grasp a hold of eddie's hand with nimble fingers, guide his hand over the softness of your tummy, let him push down where his cock is buried deep inside of you. his whole body shudders, and you can feel where he kicks up.

"practically in my guts," you wheeze, unable to shake the full feeling despite how your pussy gushes for him, so full you swear you feel him in your throat with every deep thrust he can muster, "you're s-so big, eddie."

"oh— jesus, can't do shit like that. can't say shit like that," eddie grunts desperately, rutting into you and gripping for your waist tightly, other hand still pushed down on the pudge of your belly, "gonna make me cum so, so quick."

"can feel every ridge of you, you're splitting me apart," you keen, "i can't— god, you've ruined me f-for anyone else. yours, yours, m'yours."

eddie's forehead slumps against your own, and you're panting into each others mouths more than anything else, lips barely brushing, "mine, you're mine." he agrees, though he sounds pained and submissive as he says it.

your hand snakes around eddie's neck, holding him in place as he fucks you so desperately, so rough you're rattling the stupid bedframe, and you don't think you've ever felt anything like this before. it's all-consuming, the tug between sore and soul-crushingly sensual.

your second orgasm hits you like a freight train, the constant press against your spot causing a quicker build up than you could've anticipated. you both make eye contact as you come with a muted gasp, nails scraping harshly at the soft skin on eddie's neck as you rock it out.

"didn't think you could get any tighter, god," eddie whimpers, eyes squeezing shut, finger-shaped bruises sure to be left on your hips as he fucks you in some sort of reckless abandon, "fuck, i'm so close. i'm so sorry, fuck, fuck."

you nod, understanding, the wet clap of skin on skin deafening as your release allows an even smoother glide. he's fucking ethereal above you, covered in a light sheen of sweat, mouth open in a constant stream of steady moans.

you reach between where both of your bodies meet, where the final few inches don't quite fit, spreading your fingers either side of his cock to allow friction as he fucks in and out rapidly, chasing his high.

eddie looks at you with a wild expression, eyebrows shooting up into his fringe. he grunts like a fucking animal, eyes drifting down to where your hand is, "you— you— i'm cumming, holy fuck—!"

he's loud when he comes, full body wracked with it. you feel his cock pulse and kick inside of you, painting your insides deep. the moan you let out at the feeling is hardly voluntary, so pathetic you flush hot when you realise just how loud you are.

"thank you, thank you," eddie's mumbling against your skin, kissing the side of your neck softly as he comes down, "god, you're perfect. so perfect."

you shudder, overcome with this sappy fucking fond feeling, allowing eddie to collapse on top of you once he's done. it's soft, domestic, even.

you both end up in some sort of gross, body fluid covered cuddle as you calm down. blissed out in the post-orgasmic haze, and fuck.

maybe you're in love with him.

[whoskimii]

I WANNA GET FREAKY ON CAMERA . . .

his favorite camgirl ft. toji !

it was ridiculous.

he was a grown man. he was supposed to be a responsible adult. but toji couldn't care less as he logged into his not-so secret account every night.

you were younger than him, maybe in your early twenties. he knew he had to save money but even with how broke he was, he managed to send you some leftovers, only to see your cute little smile when the donation popped up on the screen.

he always competes with the other viewers. you have to notice him, after all. and you do.

whenever someone else sent you money, he did the same right after. and he sent more. he had to send more. sometimes, he even cringed when he checked his bank account but the feeling was swiftly followed by a shrug.

he watched with tired but keen eyes, staring as you waved at the screen with a sweet little grin. his phone was lazily propped up on the coffee table in front of him while he held a beer on his thigh. he got comfy and spread his legs before placing his free hand behind his head.

"hi, everyone !" your voice flew from the device. "how are you ? good, i hope !" you smiled. "as for me, i'm doing fine, as always." comments began to flood in, covering half of the screen. toji, getting annoyed, groaned inaudibly. he didn't give a flying fuck about what other people said, he just wanted you. he wanted to observe his pretty baby without any unwanted distraction.

nonetheless, his emerald green orbs settled on the comment section. he read instinctively, although with a disinterested expression.

idontevenexist : is that a new shirt?? x

sexxwithken : love that shirt baby

huh ? his gaze went from the comments to your outfit. he was so focused on something that he usually didn't care about that he hadn't even noticed the new top you were wearing.

it was cute.

it fell off one of your creamy shoulders. the pink of the shirt brought out your pretty eyes and of course, he couldn't miss the painfully obvious way it exposed your generous cleavage. no one could. they were here for that, anyway. "aw, yes ! it's a new shirt i bought especially for you, guys. thank you for noticing !" you sent a flying kiss towards the camera.

you haven't even started to do anything yet and toji already sent a small amount of money. for starters.

he subconsciously chuckled when you smiled. you approached your face to the camera and waved again. his eyes drifted down and settled on your cleavage shamelessly. "oh, look, guys ! my favorite viewer is here ! hi, toj' !" you beamed happily.

he quirked an eyebrow in surprise.

favorite viewer ?

that was definitely a first. sure, he was a fervent follower and he watched you almost every evening but you never mentioned him being your favorite before. well, he figured that being your favorite wasn't so bad. he acted like he never wanted this in the first place.

comments of curious followers appeared.

akitousui07 : you have a favorite viewer?

fairyylady : favorite viewer ?

idontevenexist : i thought i was :(

hotstuffff : didn't know you had a fav viewerrrr

as toji's eyes lazily trailed over the comments, he scoffed. he was proud to be your favorite viewer. who wouldn't want to be @yourlovelycamgirl's favorite ? you were quite known on the platform.

you giggled. "oh, don't worry, i love all of my followers ! but toj' is definitely my best viewer !" he couldn't help but feel a pang of delight stir at his chest.

it was ridiculous.

he knew it was. but you were so sweet, he couldn't help it, really. you were a pretty girl. everyone wants to be loved by a pretty girl.

he also knew that for a certain price, you sent private videos. private videos with requests, private videos with a precise outfit, you name it. but of course, the price was maybe a bit too high for what it represented. it was a simple video.

but all of his rational thoughts went out the window as he clicked on your username and began to type a message.

toj1231 : you up for a private vid doll?

:3 you wanna see more ?

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Hurricane - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

summary: Bradley's regretted breaking off his relationship with you for months, but when he sees you walking into the country club after his round of golf, he knows he has to fix things.

a/n: I haven't written much angst before but I'm really trying to branch out a little bit. Inspired by Hurricane by Luke Combs, and also this weird recurring dream I keep having.

pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x reader

warnings/content: buckle up bc there's a lot? angst (happy ending), parental death, depression, hurt, cancer, goose's accident + carole's reaction, carole literally never getting over losing goose, bradley being a commitmentphobe, pregnancy (i think that's it?), also entirely unrealistic bc you know what? I can't keep roo sad for long.

word count: 3.6k

taglist: @avengersfan25, @nouis-bum, @floydsmuse, @mamachasesmayhem, @jessicab1991, @atarmychick007, @b-bradshaw, @djs8891

Then you rolled in with your hair in the wind Baby, without warning I was doin' alright but just your sight Had my heart stormin'

Bradley narrowed his eyes beneath his sunglasses, the glare of the hot mid-morning sun harsh on his chocolate brown eyes. He grabbed his nine-iron from his golf bag, taking a practice swing before teeing up for his next shot. Bob, Jake, Reuben and Javy stood to the side behind him, watching as he lined up to take his shot. He hadn’t golfed in years, in fact, he’d only ever golfed a handful of times in his life, all of them back when he lived in Virginia. His uncle had taught him when he was 15, a welcome distraction when his mom became sick, and he’d gone out a few times when he was in college after a roommate of his on the school’s golf team had invited him out. He held his breath as he heard the club make contact with the small, white orb, watching as it soared through the air, disappearing somewhere onto the course. Jake let out an impressive whistle as he looked on, placing his hands on his hips as he shook his head in disbelief.

“You’ve never golfed before, Bradshaw? You sure?” He drawled, raising one of his manicured (though he’d deny it if asked) blonde eyebrows suspiciously.

“I told you, a handful of times. Not never.”

“You did say less than five,” Bob shrugged as he cleaned his glasses before replacing them on his nose. “Less than five suggests you haven’t really hit a course.”

“Not to mention you said in years. That was the swing of a man who’s at least hit a driving range a few times,” Reuben pointed out to the course in the general direction of where Bradley’s ball had landed as Javy, Bob and Jake nodded in agreement. 

“I wish Nat had tagged along, she wouldn’t ride my ass this hard,” Bradley huffed, shaking his head. 

“Nat doesn’t golf. You know that. She acted disgusted that I even asked,” Jake shrugged.

“Maybe it was how you asked,” Bob suggested as he disguised his jab at Jake as a helpful criticism.

 “Just take your turn, Robert,” Jake hissed, rolling his eyes dramatically as Bob smirked.

Bradley normally would have joined in with a quip of his own directed at Jake, but his heart just wasn’t in it. His heart wasn’t even in the game. The only reason why he’d agreed to go golfing with the guys for their usual monthly game was because you left him. He needed to get over you and move on - it’d been six months and with no deployments coming up, he had nothing to focus 100% of his attention onto. Reuben had noticed it first - Bradley was withdrawn on nights out, his usually chatterbox self now quiet, calm and keeping to himself, barely breaking eye contact with his beer bottle. Then came Natasha’s barrage of questions - he knew she meant well, but God, it was hard to listen to. 

He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but he knew why you left. And it was entirely his fault. You’d gotten upset because he’d stopped spending as much time with you, kept getting cold feet about committing to your relationship. He’d never tell you why he couldn’t commit - it was too hard for him to explain to anyone, really. In fact, he was fairly confident that Reuben was the only other person aware of it. 

Bradley wanted to be the partner you needed - he really did. He wanted to be the doting, affectionate boyfriend who’d whisk you off somewhere beautiful, propose to you, start a family with 2.2 kids and a dog, cart the kids around to sports practices on weekends - the American dream. He knew you deserved that much. And yet, no matter how badly he wanted to give that to you - he couldn’t. He’d told you he didn’t want it - he didn’t want to get married, he didn’t want to have kids, he never wanted it. He watched you fall apart the minute the words left his mouth, and it killed him inside. He wanted to hold you close and tell you he was making a mistake, tell you it wasn’t true and he didn’t mean it, but he couldn’t. 

He couldn’t, because he was terrified. 

Growing up without his dad was one of the hardest things he could have experienced, he was sure of it. He was too young to truly remember how his mom reacted when she learned her husband had been killed in a training exercise, but he remembered her crying a lot, feeling paralyzed by loss and guilt, angry with the world for taking the man she loved away from her. He remembered as he grew up, she never remarried, never went on a date, never even as much as looked at another man. His dad was her everything, and losing him crushed her. 

When she got sick, Bradley was a teenager - old enough to understand what it meant for her, what her odds of recovery were, and old enough to be realistic about the future. When they found out she wasn’t going to get better, he’d half expected her to react the way she did when his dad died, but instead, she seemed almost at peace with the idea. She’d spent 14 years of her life missing his dad, and she knew that, even though she was horrified by the thought of leaving Bradley on his own, she wouldn’t have to spend another minute missing her husband.

Bradley decided then that he’d never want to put someone through that. He’d never be able to hurt someone he loved like this - leave them widowed before they turned 30, alone with a toddler at home to raise on the opposite side of the country from their family and friends, with nothing but a military pension and an apology over his death. 

It was at 16 years old that Bradley decided, if he wanted to become a pilot, he was going to have to spend life alone, and for the most part, he was ok with that. 

That was, until he met you.

He tried to deny his feelings, pretending you were just a casual fling, some fun sex here and there between deployments and missions and nothing more. That was, until three months in, he accidentally told you he loved you. It wasn’t a lie, he did love you, but it caught him off guard when he said it - he didn’t mean to blow his cover and let his guard down like that. And when you said it back? He knew it was game over. 

He tried his hardest to push his fears aside, he tried SO hard. He was getting older and beginning to realize he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life alone, especially as he neared the mandatory 20 years of service cutoff for aviators. He’d grown almost fond of the idea of settling down with you, seeing you with a ring on your finger, picturing you with a baby in you, his baby. He wanted it. He wanted all of it. But, the fears and anxiety he had reared its ugly head, and he couldn’t bring himself to get past it. 

It was on their last mission, when he had to eject and landed in the middle of a snowy mountain, unsure if he’d make it back home to you. His mind raced with thoughts of how you’d react if he didn’t make it home - how you’d crumple to the floor when you saw the two uniformed officers on your doorstep, the blood-curdling scream you’d let out in pain when you heard them say it, tears staining your pretty little face as you were handed that folded American flag - he couldn’t bear it. He couldn’t stand the idea of putting you through everything his mom had gone through. Not when you were so young and had everything ahead of you. When you could find a man who wasn’t putting his life in danger nearly every damn day, risking himself and risking a chance he might not come home to you. 

This golf trip was meant to take his mind off you. Reuben had mentioned it in passing to Jake and Bob, who exchanged worried looks with one another. Javy had overheard Nat’s line of questioning when he and Mickey returned to the table with a fresh round of beers, both of them offering Bradley silent looks of sympathy as they nodded in agreement to Nat’s advice. Bradley was struggling, in over his head with emotions and regret and sadness, but he knew he’d fucked it all up. And he knew that even if he tried, you wouldn’t want him back, and who could blame you? 

Bob had suggested he reach out to you and apologize, and for a while, Bradley considered it. He strongly considered calling you, going to your house, begging for forgiveness and begging you to take him back, but after how you reacted when he broke things off with you, he wouldn’t even take him back. He’d been a dick in every sense of the word, and now, he had to try and move on, adjusting to life without you in it. 

The next nine holes passed by with little conversation from Bradley and worried glances exchanged between his friends. He wasn’t in the mood for talking, he’d explain, shrugging the concern off before focusing back on the game. Bradley was thankful for his friends’ efforts, but it was beginning to feel like nothing would help him move on. 

He slumped down into a chair at a table in the country club after their round of golf, sipping back the beer Jake bought him. He caught himself downing the liquid quicker than he should have, but at this point, being drunk would at least provide him with that much needed numbness he craved. He could hear Bob bickering with Jake over golf scores and who truly won, prompting an eye roll from Javy as he pulled the crumpled scoresheets from his pocket and placed them on the table. Reuben noticed the glazed over look in Bradley’s eye and clapped a sympathetic hand down on his shoulder. 

Bradley was about to thank Reuben for being there for him when he saw your face. You were walking into the country club with a couple of your friends, laughing and smiling as you spoke. 

God, he loved that smile. 

He gulped back the rest of his drink before placing the glass back down on the table, the sound of Bradley slamming the glass down a little harder than he intended prompting Jake to spin his head around as he saw you.

“Oh..shit,” he murmured as Bob and Javy both turned to look discreetly towards you.

Bradley’s eyes widened as you walked past the bar, revealing a very unexpected new figure. He blinked his eyes a few times to ensure they weren’t playing tricks on him - positive that this had to be some kind of optical illusion or something. It was impossible. You couldn’t be.

“Pregnant.” Jake whispered as he leaned into the table, “She’s pregnant,”

“Did you know, Bradley?” Bob inquired as he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

“N-no.” Bradley choked out, feeling the walls closing in around him as the room started to spin.

Without hesitation, Bradley rose from his seat and made his way over to you, despite the protests from Bob and Reuben, the two voices of reason to Javy and Jake’s voices of impulse. Bradley approached you cautiously, clearing his throat for a moment to garner your attention. You spun your head around, your cheeks rosy and your skin glowing with that pregnancy glow everyone always talked about. Bradley had never really believed in that kind of stuff, but you were proving him wrong. 

“Bradley?” you asked, your face paleing to a shade of ghostly white. 

“Can…can we talk, please? I need to talk to you,” Bradley rambled with desperation written on his face.

You huffed a sigh, nodding your head slowly as you excused yourself from your friends, who were now whispering and exchanging uncomfortable glances with one another. Bradley followed closely behind you as you stepped out into the fresh air, finding a discreet corner of the parking lot to discuss everything from the last six months. 

“I…Is it mine?” Bradley whispered, almost afraid to hear the answer as his eyes wandered to the bump that was evident under your sundress.

You sighed again, following Bradley’s gaze down to your abdomen, a protective hand resting on your bump as you nodded slowly, humming in confirmation.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He frowned, shaking his head quickly, “I-I, I would have helped you.”

“Bradley,” you said, narrowing your eyes and shaking your head quickly, “You told me you didn’t want this. You dumped me and told me you never wanted to settle down or have a family, you didn’t want to be with me anymore, and being in a long-term relationship wasn’t what you ever wanted. You told me you didn’t love me. So please, tell me why I should have told you?”

“Because,” he said softly, his heart aching as he heard your side of things, “I didn’t mean any of that. I was wrong.”

“Oh, you were wrong? Tell me, were you always wrong, or are you only wrong now that you’ve seen me six months later, heavily pregnant?” 

Bradley was speechless. He gazed down at his feet, kicking at the pavement in his golf cleats. He sighed as he thought for a moment, taking a second of quiet reflection to compose his thoughts before speaking. He wanted to get this right. He couldn’t afford to fuck it up again.

“I was always wrong. I was wrong when I said it, and I knew I was wrong,” he shook his head vigorously before looking up to meet your gaze, “Did I ever tell you about my mom?”

“You told me she died when you were a teenager, and you didn’t really mention anything else about her. Or anyone in your family, for that matter.”

“Right,” he nodded his head slowly, taking a deep breath before beginning to explain. “My dad died when I was 2. He was an RIO, a Radar Intercept Officer. You know Maverick, right?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded slowly, a look of annoyance flashing across your face as you listened to Bradley, you were used to his excuses, and you were really hoping this wasn’t another one. 

“So, Maverick was my dad’s pilot. Best friends. Did everything together. He was flying when my dad died, their plane lost control, had to eject, my dad hit the canopy. Died instantly.” Bradley paused, taking another deep breath as he felt himself getting choked up, “My mom, she, uh, she was really young. My dad was 25, my mom was 23. He was her high school sweetheart. She was devastated. I was too young to remember a lot, but I remember her hurting, and being sad all the time, unable to function some days because she just missed him so much,” he explained as tears began to roll down his cheeks.

“Bradley, I’m sorry,” you sighed, shaking your head as you sympathetically rubbed his bicep to comfort him.

“I just…when she died, she was…peaceful, I guess, because she knew she wouldn’t have to miss him anymore. She wouldn’t be lonely. She never remarried or dated after him, she couldn’t bring herself to. She’s buried with her wedding ring still on her finger. I couldn’t bring myself to take it off her,” he took another deep breath, exhaling sharply before looking up at you. 

“I couldn’t do that to you,” he finally said, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill over again, “I couldn’t leave you like my mom. Heartbroken and alone your whole life. She never moved on, and I didn’t want that for you if we got married. God, I would have given anything to marry you. I would have taken you to the courthouse and married you on the spot if you would have agreed to it. But, I couldn’t risk breaking your heart. Not like that.”

“Bradley, you’ve always come home in one piece,” you said softly, fingers still stroking his upper arm soothingly.

“But I almost didn’t. I had to eject and all I could think about was you getting that knock at the door and going through what she went through, and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t do that to you, or…or to a baby.”

You shook your head, processing everything that Bradley had just said as he poured his heart out to you. He’d never opened up like this to you before, but you could tell each and every word was genuine. As much as you hated him for leaving you, you couldn’t deny that you still loved him with all of your heart. 

You missed him. 

You missed waking up to him after the two of you had fallen asleep watching a movie together. You missed the way he yelled at the tv when watching baseball, how passionate he got over football games, how he’d pick the olives out of his nachos like a toddler and put them on your plate. You missed how he couldn’t eat apples unless they were baked in a pie, how he’d scarf down an entire red velvet cake if you didn’t gently stop him, then regret it hours later. You missed the way his big brown eyes would stare at you, a look of pure adoration on his face like a lovesick puppy whenever you spoke to someone else, as if he was hanging on every single word that fell from your lips.

You burst into tears, throwing your arms tightly around Bradley as you shook your head. “God, you’re an idiot, you know that?” you murmured, laughing softly as you hugged him.

“I know, I’m the biggest idiot. I still would marry you if you let me. I wanted to have kids with you, I want to be around for this one,” he nodded, gesturing his hands at your bump. 

“Really?”

“Cross my heart,” Bradley said with an expression of complete seriousness on his face, “I wanna know everything about them. Everything. I wanna know what you’re having, what name you’ve picked out, what your cravings are, how you’ve been feeling, when they move, what does it feel like? I want to know how far along you are, and how they’re doing, if they have my nose or your nose, or if they’re gonna be tall like I am, I want to know what helps you sleep at night when you’re pregnant, and what their favourite song is. I want all of it, honey.”

“Ok, ok, slow down, breathe, Bradley,” you chuckled, shaking your head. “Take a walk with me?”

As you and Bradley walked around the pedestrian pathway on the golf course, smiling as you spoke fondly about the baby, answering all of Bradley’s questions. 

“Well, baby’s a girl, I don’t have a name in mind for her yet, I’ve been craving oranges and Sprite, anything sweet and citrusy. I’ve been ok, better now the morning sickness finally dissipated. It feels like bubbles or something when she kicks, it’s like a fluttering, almost? I’m 28 weeks along, so I have about three months left. She looked like she has your nose on the ultrasound, there’s a 50/50 chance on her height, I sleep pretty much sitting upright because I get bad heartburn otherwise, and I play her music all the time. She likes Elvis and The Beach Boys, just like her dad.” 

Bradley’s smile spread wide across his face, a small laugh of disbelief escaping his mouth as he nodded along with your words.

“That’s great. A girl? Really? You’re gonna have a daughter running around,” he said softly, almost as if he was daydreaming about what the little girl would look like.

“We are going to have a daughter.”

“You’re gonna let me be there? After everything?”

“Bradley, as much as I hated you for what you did and how you ended things - I never truly hated you. I loved you, more than anything. I still do.”

He held you tightly, burying his face into your hair as he kissed the top of your head, murmuring softly against your hair. 

“God, I love you so much, honey. I promise, I’m never going to do something stupid like that again.”

“I know you won’t,” you laughed, shaking your head as he looked down at you, “I know you’d never leave Carly and I again.”

Bradley froze in place for a moment as he stared at you, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke. 

“What did you call her?”

“Carly. I thought, I don’t know, after you told me about your mom just now, I thought maybe you’d like to name the baby after her? Carole’s nice too, I just figured Carly gives her a name that’s her own too, they share the same root.”

“Carly,” he nodded slowly as he repeated it, “I love it.”

Bradley took your hand in his, his large fingers enveloping your hand as he held it tightly, as if he was terrified of letting go. He made that mistake once before, he wasn’t about to do it again. 

[mochinomnoms]

*comes back after surviving cleaning my depression room* WHO SAID SHIRMPS

Shirmps have translucent tummies!!!! So it is very noticeable when a shirmp is pregnant (shirmp owners now label the pregnant shirmps as "Berried" because the lil eggs look like small berries)

Definitely did not thought about a yuu asking for berries and the twins completely misunderstanding that maybe it is their brain melting due to the mating season

But if yuu did become a Merfolk in this case shirmp they wouldn't need to make an announcement about pregnancy when everyone can see the eggs in your stomach just:

Mershirmp! Yuu:"Morning.."

Mama leech:"Oh morning yuu-" *drops plate*

LeechGrandparents "MY GOD WE ARE GOING TO BE GRANDPARENTS" *happy squeals*

What a nice way to start a day

-Vaquita

the urge….the urge to right tweel smut where they can see their dick through their shrimpmer Yuu's transparent tummy….they're so small and it fills them up so well…they don't even have to ask if it does they can see it with their own eyes….but I must have restraint

That's so cute wtf? I looked it up and from what I can tell, most shrimp do have transparent tummies, but the reason you can see the eggs is because they stick them to their abdomens to keep safe! Like this one:

It does kind make them look pregnant tho hehe. But for funsies sake, let's say that either mershimp keep their eggs in their tummy or that out of human instinct Yuu keeps them in.

Oh the Leech parents are so, so excited! It was a slow dawning, as it took some time for the eggs to develop into something visible through their translucent tummy. But after about two weeks, the twins and their parents are noticing a bunch of orbs showing in various shades of teal, red, and pink. It does look like Yuu's holding berries!

It takes only a second for them to realize that Yuu's carrying the next generation of Leech kids, and everyone's ecstatic! Mama Leech is squeezing them as she starts going off about preparing a separate home for Yuu and the twins as they start their own family. Papa Leech is sobbing, babbling about being a grandpa and being so happy that he's gonna have new babies to spoil.

Jade and Floyd subtle low-five each other, smug as hell about finally knocking Yuu up.

(also welcome back dear!)

[loresona]

My Love Mine All Mine

Inspired by that one Mitski song, obviously. Just under 1k words of mushy loveliness, silly pirate doctor has me in a chokehold.

law x fem reader, somewhat smutty

His skin sticks to yours like warm sugar, entirely too much of a feeling as his thrusts grow deeper and then still all at once. His breath is hot and heavy against the shell of your ear, whimpers and groans dancing across the baby hairs on the edge of your hairline, a shaky hand smoothing all the way up from your thigh to your breasts, an affectionate squeeze where he deems necessary. There’s a distinct ache between your thighs but it’s not the worst feeling in the world, you think to yourself, feeling warm and full even after he’s slipped himself out of you, hands tenderly manipulating your legs off his shoulders.

You sink, boneless, into the mattress, like a stone through water as you feel the springs and sheets shift around you as he gets up and slinks off somewhere for something. You don’t pay it much mind, not until a small draft dances across your bare stomach and you mumble for him needily, childishly. He somehow hears you from the bathroom and saunters back in with an amused but soothing “I’m coming don’t worry, I’m here” and then the mattress shifts again, and your view of the ceiling is interrupted by shaggy black hair, pale sharp eyes, a crooked grin. Gold earrings catch the light of the lampshade and twinkle just at the crook of his jawline like orb-like fairies, dancing in and out of your vision as he moves until he’s leaning over you on one arm, the other holding a warm cloth.

Said fabric finds its way between your legs and you hiss at the contact, grumbles that turn into almost-purrs when a free hand strokes through your hair softly, a pair of lips kissing and mumbling against your temple. He’s unusually amusable after sex, almost silly. “You come here often?” paired with a flash of teeth and dimples as his hands clean you up, whipping a storm of red onto your cheeks as you push at his chest with a hand half-heartedly. He giggles, giggles, but relents, tossing the cloth over his shoulder and replacing it with a cool glass of water, forever the caretaker. “At least half please, then I’m all yours”.

You do as he says, because how could you not, with his imperfect-perfect skin and his tattoos and his smile that’s as rare as rubies, and he rewards you with a gentle peck on the lips as he sets the glass on the side and nestles amongst the covers, dragging you down willingly with him. You start off with your back against his chest, arms looped around your middle as small, lingering kisses are planted along your shoulder, your arm, your neck. The praise, God. “You doing okay?” “You did so good” “So perfect” “All mine”. You could get off from his voice alone. The thought enters your mind, and you press your behind against him, feeling him tense and huff a laugh / groan against your neck. “There’s no way either of us are making it through round two” his voice is scratchy, deep and it only eggs you on, but before he can be convinced, he cuts the temptation off at the source and flips you so you’re chest to chest, an amused frown on his face as he kisses you all over before shoving your face against his collarbone. “Sleep, before you kill me off”.

No one would’ve believed it if they saw it: the Surgeon of Death, ex-warlord and member of the worst generation, cradling a woman in his arms so gently it was as if she was made of glass. Murmuring ludicrously romantic things against and into crevices of skin, a smile on his face so content you’d think him the luckiest man alive.

-loresona

update: I posted this on my ao3 as well, under the same username loresona! and added a little bit of extra ending to it for funsies <3

[waynes-multiverse]

Video Games

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female!Reader

Summary: It's been a long time, and Ben direly misses his wife. Only a video chat truly reveals how much. Accompanying one shot to Rehab

Warnings: 18+/NSFW, language & insults, human!Ben, long distance relationship, smut (masturbation f & m, dirty talk), angst

Word Count: 2.0k

A/N: I know you guys begged me for a happy ending, and I promise it's coming (maybe in form of a three parter? 👀), but yeah, this is clearly not it. Somehow, my fingers always go rogue on the keyboard when it comes to these two, no matter my good intentions.

Transfixed green eyes are glued to the TV screen as Victoria Neuman gives yet another speech on another stage in another state on V-SPAN, yapping about some fucking policies Ben doesn’t give two shits about. He also could give less fucks about the president in general, his gaze focused on a young, beautiful woman standing by Neuman’s right side.

Yeah, he’s only enduring that shit show for her.

Y/N’s tight black pencil skirt makes his cock ache. It ends a few too many inches above the knees, too short for a Chief of Staff. Ben knows she’s only wearing it for him. It’s part of the sick game they’ve been playing.

That little piece of clothing could ride up any second and reveal her glistening pussy underneath to a whole audience, flashing conservatives and liberals alike. Ben has told her not to wear panties, and because she’s a good fucking girl, she has obliged his wishes. Y/N’s the best fucking wife, after all.

His eyes then flicker to the door down the hallway as he sits comfortably on the couch with a beer bottle in hand. It’s still shut tightly, the kid fast asleep. With the air clear, Ben’s hand slips into his sweatpants and palms his semi, jerking his fist up and down his hardening length.

He shuts his eyes for a heartbeat, imagining what her tight and soaked cunt feels like wrapped around him. Fuck, he misses her so goddamn much. He hates being alone, even though he’s not. He’s still got the kid, so it all trickles down to him fucking hating being without her.

There’s no cure for Y/N, and there’s no replacement for her, either.

Ben sets the beer down on the coffee table and frees his dick fully, shuffling the gray sweats down to his ankles. When Neuman finishes the last leg of her speech, he watches as Y/N eagerly begins to chew on her bottom lip, almost gnawing the goddamn thing bloody. She’s as fucking giddy as he is.

As soon as the president and her entourage leave the stage, Ben grabs his phone and opens her contact. His thumb brushes the little blue button with the camera symbol, his ears waiting to hear her sweet and sultry voice again as it dials.

Her bright smile is the first thing he sees. His heart beats so fast the friction causes a fire and melts the broken thing into a puddle. He can feel the heat in his cheeks as they involuntarily rise with a smile he can’t muzzle.

“Fuck, I’m so hard, baby girl,” he says and squeezes the throbbing cock in his fist.

Y/N laughs, shaking her head. “Hello, husband. I’m good, thank you for asking. How are you?”

“Like I said, fucking hard,” he reiterates, his deep voice raspy, impatient, and hungry. He rolls his green eyes. “C’mon, you really wanna chitchat about small talk? I know you’re fucking dripping for my cock under that tight little skirt.”

Y/N’s eyes widen scoldingly, but the flush of red in her cheeks makes him chuckle. “Ben! I’m still in the elevator. At least let me get to my hotel room first.”

“Perfect.” Ben smirks broadly, a mischievous glint in his forest green orbs. “Just push the red ‘Stop’ button and lemme rail that cunt there.”

“Charming as always,” another voice chimes.

“I’m not alone, you idiot,” Y/N informs him, giggling, and swings the camera till Victoria’s bitchy grin of amusement comes into view.

Ben rolls his eyes in open and shameless annoyance, scoffing. “Ugh, of course, that bull dyke’s with you…”

Victoria only smirks at his insult with crossed arms. “Unlike you, that never gets old, coot. How are those adult diapers suiting you?”

“You fucking hippie cuntzilla,” Ben grits angrily, his brow scrunching so much he’s close to a rage headache. “You couldn’t fucking handle all of me.”

“Trust me, I don’t want to,” Victoria huffs mockingly. “You know what they say – once the body goes, the mind follows, you dried-up dinosaur.”

“You fucking–”

“Okay, alright! Stop it you two. Enough with the insults,” Y/N steps in and pans the camera away from Neuman’s winning smirk and back to her. She sighs. “That’s my floor. We’re almost there.”

Ben still boils with fury, especially when he hears the two women exchange a few bullet points about a staff meeting before bidding their goodbyes. But by the time Y/N unlocks the door to her room, he’s simmered down enough and stroked his cock back to its full glory.

Y/N sets up her phone on her dresser, the lens focused on her as she takes a step back. A naughty smile curves her lips as she licks them and plays with the buttons on her blouse.

“Ready?” she asks and waits for him to switch the camera around.

Ben chuckles and aims the lens on his dick, standing proud and tall. “Look for yourself, baby girl.”

Y/N bites her lip at the sight of his cock – so fucking thick, long, and swollen. “Fuck, I’d kill to have you inside of me right now,” she coos and pops open the buttons of her blouse, one by one. Soon, the white silk material slips off her shoulders and leaves her standing in an all too-innocent white bra, her tits perfectly framed by delicate lace. Her hands then wander behind her back and unhook it, freeing two full breasts. She massages and gropes them, rolling her pert nipples between her fingers as she moans.

“Shit, you know that fucking turns me on when you talk like that,” Ben grunts, pumping his cock harder as it swells in his hand. “Show me that tight pussy of yours. Need to see it before I fucking come. Bet it’s real wet, huh?”

“Fucking drenched,” Y/N croons and opens the back zipper of her skirt. “Can feel it fucking run down my thighs. Thought all day about you. I didn’t wear any panties like I promised you.”

“Such a fucking good girl,” Ben praises her with a smirk on his lips. “Where’s that fucking feminism of yours now, huh?” he teases, chuckling. “Fuck, I wanna feel that slick on my fingers and lick it clean off.”

“This one, asshole?” Y/N giggles as her hand delves into her skirt and runs through her soaked folds. She pulls out her glistening fingers and sucks them into her mouth, tasting her own sweet arousal.

“Fucking shit…” Ben hisses, his cock twitching needily in his hand. All he wants is to eat her out and sink into her. “Pull that fucking thing off right now and get on the bed. Ass first,” he orders.

Y/N does as he says, the skirt falling down her smooth legs and revealing her bare pussy to him. She spins around and climbs on the mattress on all fours, wiggling her ass high in the air. She smirks over her shoulder at the camera when she hears his wanton growl before she lays down on her back and spreads her legs wide, her pink and wet cunt in full view.

“Fuck, look at you, baby. So fucking perfect. I’d love to fuck you stupid till you’re a drooling mess, you little cockslut,” Ben says and can feel himself riding closer to the edge. “Touch yourself for me. Flick that little clit till you tremble and scream for me to fill you.”

Y/N’s hand dives between her thighs, two fingers rubbing circles on her sensitive flesh. She mewls and whimpers with every touch. “Fuck, can I put a finger inside me?”

“Shit, yeah,” Ben groans enthusiastically. “Try three. Stuff ‘em in there. Real deep. Come for me, baby. Wanna see that pretty face you make.”

“Fuck, Ben! I need you… I want you… So bad… Want your cock to fuck me… Please… I miss you…” Y/N moans and cries as she works herself into a frenzy. The familiar tug in her belly threatens to implode with each stroke.

Ben’s already a goner when those last words reach him, fisting his cock so hard he’s glad he doesn’t have superpowers anymore. He might’ve broken it for good otherwise. Precum leaks from his red and swollen tip, slicking his aching dick with each jerk of his hand. He’d give anything to feel her mouth and ample lips around his length, but the memory of it suffices to make him explode for now.

Swiftly, he grabs a few tissues from the box next to him and blows his load inside of them while Y/N’s blissful screams fill his ears as her climax tears through her. A few more slow and lazy strokes milk the rest of his dick before his shoulders deflate, and Ben relaxes back into the comfort of the soft couch cushions.

Pantingly, they lie in silence for a minute and let their speeding hearts find calm again. Y/N then props up from the bed and saunters to the dresser to grab her phone before she plops back down on the mattress. She frames the camera on her face and smiles at him, her cheeks flushed with an afterglow.

Ben smiles, too, although there’s a twinge in his stomach and a pinch in his heart. He’s grown to love the perks of technology and the twenty-first century. If he couldn’t see her on that little screen in his hand every night, he would’ve gone mad a while ago.

But everything else still sucks. The fact he can’t touch her, hold her, and love her the way he wants to fucking sucks.

“You okay there, stud?” Y/N checks, even though the truth is written clear as day on his freckle-dusted face. She feels it, too – that sickening, torturous, and undeniable pull towards him. All she wants is to rest her head on his broad chest and beating heart with his strong arms wrapped around her, holding her so tight she can barely fill her lungs with air.

Ben’s tongue swipes over his chapped lips for a moment. He’s not someone who shares his emotions easily, and it’s only gotten harder for him without her near. But it’s too fucking much, and there’s no end in sight.

“No,” he admits with a tormented swallow. “It’s not fucking okay. I fucking miss you. You’re my goddamn wife. You’re supposed to be here, Y/N.”

“I know.” Y/N exhales a sympathetic sigh and tries her best to be there for him, even though she’s exhausted after an 80-hour work week. “I miss you, too. And the kid. So much. It’s not always gonna be this way. You know I can’t come home. I don’t wanna hurt anyone, least of all you.”

“I don’t fucking care anymore. It’s been six months. We’ll figure it out. Just come home, my love,” he all but begs in the four walls of his quiet house. For Y/N, he’d even go down on his knees. He just wants her here. He doesn’t care what it costs him, virility included.

“Ben…” Y/N bites her lip, her eyes pleading. “I’m making a difference here. I’m actually doing something good.”

“Fuck that! Fuck all of that shit, Y/N!” Ben yells and strains himself to lower his voice, not wanting to wake the boy. “I fucking love you. I’m sick and tired of those games. How many fucking times do I have to tell you that I miss you, huh? I don’t wanna do this anymore. I don’t wanna call you and hope you have time to pick up. I don’t wanna text you and wait hours for a fucking answer. I don’t wanna fuck you through a dumbass screen. I miss you. I miss my wife. I miss actual goddamn sex, for fuck’s sake!”

Y/N holds back the brimming tears in her eyes, her longing heart agreeing with his words. “I know. I miss all of that, too. Maybe it’s time. Maybe we should finally talk about it.”

Ben’s brow furrows. He doesn’t like the tone in her voice and the look on her face that’s full of heartbreak. “Talk about what?”

“Divorce.”

I know, I know... "Wayne, why are you being so cruel, mean, and evil to us?" But I promise you those two will figure their shit out eventually. They've been through too much to let go now 💚

But man, do I love writing some Neuman/Ben banter. I wish they had actual screen time on the show. I feel like it would've been fucking hilarious 😂

This is not the end. Those two idiots will be back 😘

TAGS:

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Rehab Series: @nancymcl @fics-pics-andotherthings-i-like @sparkydonugh

[apocalypse-shuffle]

JASON TODD & DAMIAN WAYNE (generalized fanon | maybe wfa)

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“Reaction Time” (Jason Todd x Fem!Reader) and (Damian Wayne & Platonic!Reader)

| Reader is introduced to the first of her new boyfriend’s extended family.

| SFW, breaking in, Damian Logic™ -frazzled!reader

| pic sources: beg.=rebirth rhato, middle=batman & robin#12, and end=rebirth teen titans • all comics

| part of the meet the bats series

| 1k+ words

It’s the small hours of the morning still, you can tell by the heat of Jason’s body pressed along your side. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, the comforter hasn’t fallen off your body at any point, you're not too hot, and when you listen over the sound of your own breathing you don’t hear anything off.

Your soft breaths sound normal, nothing concerning there. You hold your breath so you can hear better. You want to go back to sleep but you have to get rid of the nagging ✨wrongness✨ that had you awake in the first place.

You find Jason’s breathing fine, luckily calm, and when you focus harder you can make out the tiny murmurs - Jason consistently had nightmares, whether they woke him or you up or not - and the more pronounced huffs of breath that were a product of wherever the Sandman had taken him. There was something off about it though, like it was louder.

Your nose scrunches and you finally open your eyes, sliding blurry sleep crusted orbs to watch your boyfriend you piece it together. His breaths weren’t louder; they were overlapping. Or-

You blink your eyes open wider, watching his chest rise up and down. Both sets of breaths weren’t matching. Your world stutters.

The breaths were coming from opposite directions too.

It’s as your head’s whipping around that you feel the barely there scrape across your neck and the flash of metal in the corner of your eye. Your body freezes, breaths quickening in your chest just as Jason jumps up and your eyes lock on a small shadowy figure.

“If I was you I wouldn’t move another inch,” Jason warns.

You whimper, barely registering the safety of a gun clicking off and Jason's arm raised over you.

Then you scream.

A small voice talks right over you.

“Tt, this is who you want to be your girlfriend? She has terrible response time.”

“Damian?”

Jason’s exclamation makes you gasp.

“You know him?”

Jason glances at you when you talk through your screaming, face creasing in worry, before he groans and clicks back on the safety of the gun. Putting it back underneath his pillow and then easing the blade away from your neck.

“Baby, breath, okay? I’m gonna deal with him,” he nods at the shadow who sounds like a fucking baby - what the fuck? “And you're gonna be fine. Sheath this shit Damian or so help me god,” he grounds out.

You’ve stopped screaming but your chest is heaving as you watch the kid move and put away the sword. That’s a suspicious amount of stop light colors.

“Is that Robin?”

Another scoff from Robin. There’s a superhero in your apartment, why in the world?

“Y/n baby-”

Jason’s voice is only the tiniest bit hysteric, which is utterly inappropriate because you are buzzing out of your skin right now. You scramble up when Jason tries to keep you down, squeezing as close to the other side of the bed as you can with him in the way.

“Why are you so calm? What the fuck is Batman’s sidekick doing in my apartment, Jason?”

“Leaving,” he shoos the boy harshly. “He was fucking leaving.”

Robin shrugs and you find yourself laughing lightly.

“Oh my god….”

What if you were naked? You could’ve so easily been naked right now.

“Oh my god…”

Robin waves towards you with a scowl.

“She is an insufficient choice for a partner.”

“What the- get out! I’ll deal with you in a minute.”

“You are also losing your touch, Todd, you should have sensed me seconds before my weapon got that close-”

Jason grits his teeth and whips around to point at the door.

“I’m not losing shit. Now, go. The fuck. Outside.”

Robin purses his lips, domino creasing in what you can only guess is a glare, before marching out. You stare wide eyed after his back, eyes drawn specifically to the hilt of his sword.

“Jason…”

“I am so sorry. Is your neck okay?”

All you can do is nod.

He moves so he’s in front of you, blocking your view of the door and the tiny vigilante behind it. His hands hover awkwardly over your body while he speaks in hushed tones.

“That’s good at least.” He huffs, “I told them to give me space because you weren’t ready, I did. I promise.”

“Mhm,” you nod then drop your head in your hands. “Jason?”

“Yes baby?”

“I’m about to cry.”

He sucks in a breath.

“Okay, alright okay, just hold on. I-” he jumps out of the bed. “I’m gonna draw you a bath and get you some tea and send my little brother home, alright?”

“Yeah okay,” you mumble. Bless him but your boyfriend never knew what the hell to do with blatant emotions.

Or, scratch that, he knew what to do and could talk it out just fine when they were your feelings. He also just overcompensated for the teary stuff.

You take in a deep breath, rubbing at your temples.

This time when Jason reaches for you he touches. Warm hands grab your own and bring them down to his lap, thumbs rubbing over your knuckles.

“It’s fine. You’re fine. I’ll handle it.”

“Yeah,” you breath, blinking wet eyes at him. “I trust you.”

He blinks, “You trust me?”

His brows move up and his head tilts, and it’s all very endearing but-

“I know, okay, but not right now. Let’s shelve that for when I’m more awake and your kid brother who’s Robin isn’t in my living room.”

“Agreed,” he licks his lips. “We’ll talk about everything tomorrow.”

“Amazing,” you lean in and the two of you share a brief kiss. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom.”

“You deserve it, get in there.”

You laugh faintly, pulling your sleep shirt over your head and grabbing a shower cap to switch out your bonnet with.

“Passion flower tea?”

You give him a thumbs up and a ‘yes please’ before disappearing behind the bathroom door. You miss the way Jason smiles at your retreating form.

The last thing you hear before you slip into the rising warm water and flowery scented bath salts is a litany of soft curses before Jason forces himself to go have that conversation with his brother.

─────

“So how’d it go?”

You lean against your closet door, new set of pajamas on.

“He’s embarrassed but he’ll live,” Jason heaves a sigh, hands running down his face. “I’m sorry again.”

You shrug, “It’s fine. Not like you planned it. Now, are you okay?”

“No, yeah, I’m fine. Everything’s fine.”

You walk up and wrap your hands around his wrists, he gives in to your request and lets you pull his hands away. You bring them down to his sides and run your palms up his arms, rubbing out some of the tension, before cradling the sides of his face.

He cracks his neck before looking at you and you give him a little smile.

“It’s cool, I’m not going anywhere.”

“If you say so,” he hums, hands coming up to rub at your forearms. He turns to press a kiss into your palm.

“I do say so. You told me your family was weird Jason.”

“Yeah, but that wasn’t regular people weird and I can’t even promise he won’t do it again. Or that one of the others won’t just show up one day too.”

“Uh huh,” you shrug and move in so you can peck him on the lips. “I’ll just have to get used to your brand of weirdness then. No big deal.”

He scoffs, “‘No big deal’ she says. Just wait.”

You laugh much less tinged with panic this time.

“I will, because I want to be a part of your life.”

His eyes crinkle.

“Yeah yeah,” he murmurs before kissing you longer this time. When you pull away he’s smiling. “I love you too.”

He clams up, casts this guarded look at you, and you shake your head.

“Oh my god, Jason. I also love you. Can we go back to bed now?”

“Yeah,” he sighs. “Sounds good.”

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!

[angelismmm]

heylo can i req a sub cyno (OR ANYONE) x dom reader pls 👀

he’s feeling a lil frustrated and pent up and reader asks what’s wrong but he’s kinda avoiding it :( but then reader keeps teasing him and he ends up begging for more ;)

(he whimpers)

☆ 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. ft, cyno

・sypnosis. he's so frustrated, he just needs someone to kiss it better for him.

・notes. this took so long LMAO, i wanted to see if i could still write more or better than what i had originally planned, and i did write way better than expected so, finishing up old as fuck asks/requests in my drafts i planned to do months ago, so sorry about that lol

・warnings. nsfw utc, sub!cyno, gn!dom!reader, strap/dick mentioned for reader, overstimulation, edging (kinda)

⟢ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐎, can you kiss it better for him? (yes)

・your boyfriend, cyno, was very busy, many piles of paperwork awaited him, even while he was at home he couldn't rest, but it's not like he could just ignore work, he couldn't just rest, not yet, he loved the idea of finally cuddling in bed with you, but work did not seem to lighten, no matter how much work was being done, there always seemed like commissions, or missions in general were constantly being given out, and it's only a matter of time 'till he's too tired to even stand up. you were worried for him obviously, as his partner, obviously you missed him, his presence, his scent, anything really, but most of all you were worried about his wellbeing, is he really okay with that much work? he always mentions he doesn't need help, but the eyebags underneath his orbs said otherwise, poor guy hasn't even gotten sleep.

・you wanted to change that, you wanted to help him release stress, but he was stuck inside his office the whole time, and he'll probably tell you i'm too busy, again, but you could tell he was starting to get needy too. it was only a matter of time 'till he broke. holding all of that in must require a lot of hope and belief, he looked incredibly miserable, and it didn't seem like the bulge in his pants was helping either, his hand grazing over it from time to time, archons he didn't you so bad right now, well, a break doesn't sound that bad.

・him walking out of his office finally looking like he's decided to take a break, or that he's finished, and finally has time for you. but when you tried to hug him like usual, he pushed you away, "something wrong? did i do something?" you asked, "p-please.. y-you're teasing me a-aren't you.." he whimpered out, looking up to you with hunger in his eyes. "what do you mean, love? all i'm doing is trying to hug you, it's been so long since we've been this close to each other." acting clueless, well if he wants you that bad, he has go to tell you himself, that he wants to be fucked bad, be fucked so bad like he's nothing but a cheap whore, "y-you know what i mean, please?" he asks, "please, pleasepleaseplease... 'm so needy tonight, i just need y-you bad" he mewls out, leaning you toward the bed

・"tell me how bad you need me." you asked, holding his chin in your grip, to make him face yours, "i want y' s-so bad, p-please fuck me?"

・the situation you both were in started something like, slowly taking off cyno's shorts, his boxers, whatever he had on 'till he was naked, swelling cock, pretty red tip, begging to be touched, cyno looked like all shades of red right now, trying to hold in his whimpers as you kept slowly caressing his dick, slowly stroking it, small mewls came out his mouth, "s-stop teasing.." he whimpered, breath hitched, red tip oozed with precum, your pace slowly increasing, "oh baby, i'll take all the time i need okay? trust me okay?" you whispered in his ear, leaning in to give him a kiss. hovering your hand over him even faster, his brow knit together, "h-haah! wan' y-you s' bad pleasef— i c-can't.." as he breaks the kiss apart, moaning louder than ever before

・"you're already so close? my, we've just begun." the message sent shivers down his spine, "faster. p-please." he asked, his hand on yours, trying to increase the speed of your hand on his member. he whimpered as you slowly took your clothes off, revealing your body, in front of him, he felt like he wasn't worth it, wasn't worth seeing your precious body, getting treated like a princess after ignoring you for so long. "archons— i-i'm cumming p-please!" he screamed out, your palm being painted white.

・that's why you both are in the situation you are in right now! cyno, relentlessly getting fucked hard, from behind, you stood (or kneeled i guess), as he took all of you in, as you pumped his pretty cock, while your cock/strap is up his ass, his tip sticky with cum, the dazed expression he has was enough to tell he's been with you for very long. a drooling mess, it was so easy to go in and out of his hole from all the cum that had been in since the last rounds, your skillful hands had worked its way down his cock, and up. hole filled with cum, finally seeping out. falling to the bed, you turned him on his back, "i know you can take one more, right babe?" you asked, as his cock sunk into your hole. "mmf—! i.. i can." he answers, oh lord is he in for a night till sunrise.

[megu-meow]

silly sundays - gojo satoru

gojo x fem. reader

Summary: Sundays with Gojo are filled with singing, dancing and laughter

You wake up to Gojo showering your face with kisses, his clinginess evident from the tight grip he has on your waist despite the early hour in the morning. It's not often that you get to wake up to him being still in bed, he usually leaves early for work and he does everything in his power to be subtle about it so that he doesn't wake you up from your slumber. He tries to clear his schedule on Sundays with the intention of spending at least a day alone with you, without being bothered by curses or higher ups. You appreciate his efforts of maintaining a healthy relationship with you, but you feel slightly annoyed for waking you up so early on a day you get to sleep in and relax.

"Satoru, it's way too early for your shenanigans." you mutter while pulling the soft duvet over your face, desperately clinging onto the little sleep left in your body.

"Don't be like that, my kikufuku! I've barely seen you all week, the strongest needs your attention." he whines as he pulls the blanket off of you. An irritated grunt leaves your lips and you keep acting like you're still asleep. You can feel him moving around slightly and you open one of your eyes to take a glimpse at him, but you quickly close it upon meeting his cerulean eyes, a small giggle leaving your mouth from being caught. "C'mon, sweetheart! Give me some sweet lovin'."

You open your eyes fully, taking in his appearance. His hair is messy, the soft white strands framing his face nicely and his pretty eyes shine with a certain adoration that is reserved for you. Sometimes he is thankful that he has to keep his eyes hidden away from the world, it could be dangerous for others to see the soft spot he has for you. You open your arms, inviting him into a hug. He doesn't hesitate, he slips back under the blanket and slowly lowers his body weight on you as he buries his face into your chest with a satisfied hum. You run your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp lovingly. Suddenly, his stomach churns, a clear sign of him being hungry.

"Come on, you big baby, let's make some breakfast, alright?" you say as you reach towards the blindfold he lazily threw onto the nightstand the evening before. You pull his hair back, securing the soft fabric around his head, covering those pretty orbs of his. The movement is smooth, you do this for him every morning you get to wake up together. Sometimes he feels bad for having his eyes covered even in the safety of your shared home, but constantly reserving cursed energy to heal himself drains him a lot. You don't mind though, you remember the days in high school when he had to lock himself into the darkness of his room to ease the headaches caused by the unlimited amount of information flooding his brain. Upon Yaga's advice, he started wearing bandages as a cover, but that wasn't the most practical solution when it came to fighting. So you ordered a custom blindfold for him from the woman who tailored Jujutsu Tech's uniforms and he has been wearing it ever since.

"Thank you, baby!" he whispers softly as soon as you finish arranging his hair so that it's not caught in the soft fabric covering his eyes. He leaves a soft kiss on your lips, one that is sweet like sugar, just the way he is in general. He gets up from bed, his toned and lean torso bare for you to admire. He notices how your eyes linger over his body and he has to stop himself from making a cheeky remark about it.

He extends one of his hands towards you, in order to help you out of bed, mesmerised by the sight of your bare thighs and legs that are exposed from underneath his shirt that he put on you the night before. You brush your teeth together, he keeps on making silly faces in the mirror which make you laugh and he feels completely at peace. You fit into his life perfectly, everything feels so domestic his heart flutters with love. As soon as you finish getting ready for the day, he picks you up easily, he's the strongest for a reason. He tells you he wants to treat you like a princess and princesses don't walk around on their own. He brings you to the kitchen and sits you down on the counter and he starts mixing some batter for pancakes. You have to stop him from putting too much sugar in it and he pouts like a kid, but he still listens. He walks around preparing your breakfast like it's second nature to him, you sometimes find it unfair how he's good at everything. He plays some goofy love songs from the built-in speakers around the house and he sings along, making you smile.

You're glad to see him in that mood, childish and happy, something he was stripped away from in his early days, as he had to carry the weight of being the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer since childhood. The tower of pancakes keeps getting bigger and bigger and he keeps cutting up a fresh assortment of fruits. He suddenly gets in front of you, making you take a bite out of a delicious looking strawberry he picked up on the day before on his way home. You hum from the flavour and the sweetness taking over your senses and he smiles contently.

His favourite song starts playing, one he heard for the first time the day he met you, flashbacks from that day flooding his brain. You were his new classmate at Jujutsu High and you were assigned on a mission with him so that Yaga could test your strength and willingness to fight. He remembers the crazy glint in your eyes upon exorcising a nasty curse and his admiration towards the raw strength you proved that day. You were easy to fall in love with and he was thankful he got to know you and cherish you over the years. As the song reaches the chorus he is stripped away from the memories flooding his mind and he observes the way you hum along, occasionally stealing a piece of fruit from the bowl beside you. He picks you up and puts you down, you feet are on his as he starts dancing around elegantly, guiding you with a strong grip on your waist so that you wouldn't fall. He smiles widely, content with the moment at hand.

"God damn, we've been dating for more than 5 years now, we do this every Sunday and you still don't know how to dance, darling." he says jokingly and you poke his ribcage, a high-pitched yelp leaving his mouth. You laugh, a simple poke of a finger could render the strongest useless, but you know that you are the only that can actually touch him like that, without the barrier of his infinity stopping you. He leans down to kiss you passionately, but you're still laughing and the kiss is ruined, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

Suddenly you smell something burning and he does too, so he frantically steps away, getting the burned pancake out of the hot pan.

"Throw that away, Satoru!" you yell at him, but he looks at you with mischief written all over his face. He takes a bite of it anyway, but he quickly has to spit it out into the trashcan. You laugh at him with disgust written all over your face, but he knows deep down you find his shenanigans lovely and funny.

"I love you, kikufuku!" he says as he finally places a plate of food and a cup of coffee in front of you, leaving a loving kiss on the top of your head.

"I love you too, you silly goofball!" you answer, looking at him with adoration in your eyes.

"Hey! This silly goofball could turn you into dust in mere seconds!" he says, his chest heaving as he is so full of himself.

"I would like to see you try." you smirk back.

"Oh, sweetheart, you don't know what you've gotten yourself into." he answered as he sits up with a mischievous smile on his face and you know this is the sign for you to get up and run, as you can feel a tickle war incoming. And as you start running around the house, him following close behind you with silly giggles, you appreciate the feeling of being in love with Satoru, the goofball. Because that's what he is in your eyes. He's not Gojo Satoru, the strongest. He's just a white haired giant who wears his heart on his sleeve when he's around you.

[queenbees21]

Day one — ʀᴇᴅ: ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ ᴅᴇᴋᴜ; ᴍʏ oɹǝɥ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ

Here’s the list prompts <3 ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ : ❤︎ , ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ : ★?

Villain Deku chooses! ➢ ★

⚠️Warning! : Grammar errors, Not proofread, Yandere deku, Ooc Deku, pervy! + possessive Deku, kidnapping - slight dark content - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

A/n : these little prompts might be a little short, but I’ll try to make them last longer! 🙇‍♀️

[February 12, 2023 __ 11:45 PM ]

“Alright, I heading out now!” You called out to your co-worker. They waves their hand goodbye with a “Safe travels,” as they processed to clean the countertops of the bar.

You head out the door of the club; swinging it open and walked down the hall while tracking your bus. As you waited for its arrival, you hadn’t noticed two pairs of emerald orbs watching you.

[February 12, 2023 __ 11:56 PM ]

You, softy, closed your door to your apartment complex while shrugging off your coat. You place it in the coat rack and walk to your dark kitchen. Throwing your keys on the island and switching on the light, although; as you did, you didn’t notice the company that was making it—himself comfortable in your chair. “Welcome home precious girl~”

You shudder in fear but kept your brave face on, “what are you doing here.” You mostly stated and then asked a general question…

He chuckled playfully but it sounded dark from afar, he place his foot down for he had it across his leg, stood up; walking towards you. You suddenly felt small compared to him and, as always he wasn’t giving you any personal space; whatsoever.

He gazes down at you with an unreadable expression. He just stood close doing nothing, no sudden movements were made. You gasped in surprise as he swiftly pulls you close to him and lifts you, throwing you over his shoulder.

You felt your face heating up and tried to kick your way out of his arms. He struggles to handle you, as you kicked and tried to punch your way out of his grasp, although; that soon stopped when you suddenly felt a smack against your thigh.

Now you are pissed off and at the same time flushed. You curse Deku out in your native language and still processed to smack and kick him in his back, and again it did nothing to prevent him from holding you still.

You suddenly felt the fresh breeze of the wind of the night and heard the slam of a door, ‘He’s kidnapping me!!’

Deku again opens another door and throws you in the passenger seat of a car, as he struggles to put on your seatbelt.“Help Me! he-mph!!” He covers your mouth and swiftly closes the door preventing you from escaping. Before he left, he turned on the cars AC. As you try to open it, it only made a taping sound…. ‘Child lock’.

He somehow managed to get the door to close and looks towards your… co-worker! at the bar!! They both talked for a little while, you only heard mumbling. Their noises drifted off, you heard nothing... Deku paid the said co-worker and shooed them away.

….. Then realization came crashing down…Your co-worker… It’s no wonder now, how Deku found out where you lived; it’s simple really. Your so-called “loyal” co-worker, rat you out and yet in the end he’ll be the one to get punished...

Deku hates tattletales…

But before you can think of anymore about this hectic situation. You suddenly felt dizzy, tired, and can feel an incoming headache arrive- wait.…

The.. air… AC…

Dame it…

[February 13, 2023 __ 1:30 PM ]

Red

Red is… I see red…

All I see is.. red

But revenge is best served… cold

“ Aw Baby girl no need to worry about me~ it’s just a little paint~” he once said

___

You wake up with chills running down your spine. You panted in fear, quickly you stood up from the bed. Wait? bed? You hastily looked around; trying to remember where you were.

Air..

Of course, Deku must have put chloroform in the AC! That’s dame bastard! dame him and his clever schemes! You wanted to bang your head for not thinking straight or even way around that situation.

As you were contemplating with yourself, you hadn’t noticed a certain presence; watching think to yourself. He smirks, but how can he not? When he has a beautiful angel in his bed.

“Good morning Precious~ or should I say afternoon instead,”

Oh my goodness, No.

“Stopping calling me that! And no it’s not a good morning or afternoon or whatever is it!” You slipped your legs off the comfort of the warm bed and met the cool air, breezing your exposed legs.

“It’s afternoon baby,”

“Whatever!” You huffed, crossing your arms and turning your head to the side. As you did Deku just gazes at the soft skin of your neck, and without thinking he leans towards your neck peppering kisses down your neck. You felt your cheeks heat up at the sudden contact, feeling your eyes get slightly droopy and you breathed out a shaky sigh.

You tried your best, not to let any sort of noises that might make him feel ‘accomplished’. Well rather it was noise or whatever, if he was able to get you to squirm a little then he’s done his job right.

Deku hums against your neck as he pulls you close to his body. He slowly but surely, wrapped his arms around your waist; bringing you close and sitting on his lap.

He felt warm against you. You slowly wrap your arms around his muscular frame. Or at least tried to, for the palm of your hands reaches up to his spin; trying hard not to fall; although, Deku has  prevented that from happening.

He held you with caution, and for a spilt second, it almost felt like he cared but, it was only for a mere moment.

For some reason, in the back of your head; you knew this was wrong. You knew you had to stop but you couldn’t, you knew you had to let go, although; he didn’t let you. You knew and yet neither one of you, not even for a mere moment, let go of one other.

There is no guarantee that you might one day, up run and leave Deku again, like last time. From now on he’ll make sure you never leave. He’ll make you, that you only look at him, seek Him, love him, and no one else. He’ll make sure of it.

As you both pull away for a breath, you panting for air. Deku places his forehead against yours as he rubs his nose with your own. He smirks at your flushed features, and he quickly kisses you once more but pulls away just quickly before he loses it again.

Red is what he sees in both your futures, although; it won’t be red of the drips of blood; within the palm of his hands, the blood of his enemies.

No, it’ll be the red roses in the garden, with you dressed in white. With the red rose on the crown of your hair. Ready to be wed, and red petals placed everywhere on the bed only. Yes. Thats the red he’ll be looking forward to.

A/n: Sorry if it’s short! And weird 💀 but I thought this was cute (kinda) and it’s been on my mind for a while, and I couldn’t figure out how to end this without leaving it in a awkward position… But with that being said,

[blackcherryvelvet0909]

History Repeats Itself (Diasomnia Centric; Lilia & Sebek)

Pairings: Lilia & Baul, Lilia & Sebek, Sebek & Epel, Sebek & Deuce, Deuce & Epel, Sebek & Jack, Epel & Jack, Deuce & Jack, Sebek/Reader (MC/Yuu) implied

Content Warning: Mild spoilers for Chapter 7 (Diasomnia chapter), romantic implications, physical attraction

Note: This is a slight interjection to the Beach Episode series and others. I've been experiencing burnout due to current life circumstances and I'm trying to get back in the groove. Listing the pairings separately cause there's not exactly a main one here. Thank you to those who are currently supporting me, and to those who reblogged my emergency commissions post. It's very much appreciated. I wish I could hug you all. I hope you enjoy the fic in celebration of Chapter 7 beginning in the EN server <3

The townsfolk parted as the soldiers made their way through the town square and out of the capital. The castle loomed not too far behind them; if one looked closely, they could almost spy a feminine horned figure briefly watching them go before disappearing from one of the grand windows. At the head of the small battalion was the Phantom General, Lilia Vanrogue: arguably the army’s most fearsome warrior. One either eyed the man with fear, respect, longing, or some combination of those. Those gazes were cast to his other comrades as well, though not as noticeable. Lilia had grown quite used to the ogling now. He couldn’t tell you whether or not he liked such attention, however. 

The man that walked beside him, Baul Zigvolt, was another fae that commanded respect - unspoken and spoken. Though the times he demanded that respect were often to rowdy new recruits. Despite his booming voice and towering figure, the man was all bark and some bite. Baul put on quite the show, but he was a bit softer than the general nearly two heads shorter than him. You could never say that to his face unless you were honorable Vanrouge, however. Commander Zigvolt would surely bite your head off otherwise - figuratively. 

There were other sides to the man and his loud mouth, ones only known by those who fought alongside him. Like the fact that it seemed his hunger knew no bounds. Some days he could eat his entire body weight in food - maybe a bit more if he’d gone a day or so with minimal sustenance. When you spent days upon days, weeks upon weeks, sometimes even months, with the fae, you got to learn much about him. There were little things only the most keen could pick up on, though. One of those quirks made itself known to the observant Lilia as he noticed Baul step away from him and slow his pace. Lilia raised a brow as he glanced back to see just where the commander had wandered off to - the question was quickly answered. 

It appeared Baul didn’t even notice he’d lagged behind. He was oblivious to the puzzled looks from his fellow men-in-arms. His eyes were solely focused on a fair maid a small several steps away. She busied herself sweeping the stoop of a small shop, one Lilia knew to sell food and other goods one needed to live. Either the fae lady worked at the establishment or owned it; Lilia doubted she was sweeping the stoop just in good nature. Her hair was tied back in a braided bun, a few baby hairs wisping about her forehead and behind her pointed ears as she worked. The dark green of her dress complemented her pale skin, that dress and black apron framing her figure perfectly - her curvaceous figure. 

It looked like Baul had the good sense and decency to try and keep his gaze away from her curves, the way her body moved, but he just couldn’t. Paired with the way his pale green orbs seemed to almost sparkle when he beheld the rest of her visage, the soldier was absolutely mesmerized. So much so he didn’t notice that he was heading straight for a wooden beam that held up a little trinket stand in the center of town. Lilia said not a word. An almost wicked smile tugged at his lips as he simply watched the fae slowly but surely come up to the beam, then smack right into it with a loud ‘WHAM!’ The look on Baul’s face when he realized his blunder - the thought of holding back his booming laughter nary crossed the general’s mind. 

The bellowed cackle startled more than one individual. Nearly all eyes were on the general and his commander: the former who was almost keeled over in hilarity, and the latter whose pale skin was now glowing red. Some were frightened by the spine chilling laughter, while others began to laugh and giggle along with him - but a lot quieter. Whoever would have the courage to try and outmatch Lilia Vanrouge in anything was a fool. No one knew that better than the soldiers who’d come to a brief halt to witness the little spectacle. Once frozen on the spot, Baul quickly, yet mildly clumsily, regained his composure. He ignored the pain that radiated through his face and forehead in favor of trying to save his image. 

At the same time, Lilia and Baul spared a glance back at the little maid. She, too, stared at Baul, yellow eyes wide with a mix of confusion and surprise. It looked as though she’d stopped mid-sweep, as she held the broom mid motion. Baul quickly turned away from her, clearing his throat more times than needed be. Lilia held his smirk, crimson eyes cut to Baul like daggers, though this time they held no ill intent - only mischief. Commander Zigvolt ignored him as he continued marching on, a bit faster than before. Lilia matched his speed, and so did the other soldiers as they followed after him. 

When they finally passed the gates of the city and trudged out into the vast forest surrounding it, Lilia began his relentless teasing. “Pretty little thing, wasn’t she?” he asked Baul, rhetorically. “Very soft-looking, too. A stark contrast to your figure, to be sure.” Baul silently nodded. Lilia persisted. 

“Her biceps were particularly plump, from what I could make out. Very endearing.” Though Lilia was nowhere near close enough to whisper in the man’s ear, Baul heard the suggestion loud and clear. “Were you thinking about grabbing a nibble before we headed out?~” 

“NO!” While every other soldier jumped in surprise at the outburst, Lilia didn’t flinch. His smile only widened into a grin as his eyes narrowed deviously. “It is far inappropriate to even suggest that! Of all the indecency-!” Baul seemed to catch himself yelling. He took a deep breath in, held it for a few seconds, then exhaled. 

“Lil- General Vanrouge, please refrain from making such suggestions again.” His next words - a plea - came out as a hiss. “I beg you.” 

Lilia feigned ignorance and shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not sure what you’re on about. The lady runs a grocery, or at least works in it, doesn’t she? I simply thought you wanted to grab a spare ration before we departed.” 

Lilia could see the gears turning in Baul’s head. For a moment, it looked as though he actually believed him, almost ready to apologize. And then the next he saw through Lilia’s rouse and glared down at him. “It is uncouth of a man in your position to lie.” 

The general huffed in amusement as he glanced to the side and scanned the area to his right. “Again, no idea what you mean.” 

“You’re impossible,” Baul grumbled. 

“And you’re thinking about that woman being in your arms right now,” Lilia retaliated. 

Only a fool would challenge the general to a duel.

Fool, thy name is Baul Zigvolt. 

***

“HOW DARE YOU MAKE SUCH AN ACCUSATION!” Sebek’s voice boomed, bouncing off the high ceilings of the hallway. “YOU THINK ME SO UNCOUTH, SO CRUDE, AS TO ACT IN SUCH A WAY?!”

“‘M jus’ callin’ it like ah see it,” Epel replied, a thoroughly amused lint to his words. “Fer someone so high ‘n mighty, ah didn’t think you’d ogle the prefect like that.” 

“I WAS NOT OGLING THEM!” Sebek protested, louder than before. “I…I simply was distracted by how audacious you humans are! To see the prefect address our upperclassmen so casually - no respect whatsoever!”

“I think they’ve come to respect each other equally, due to [Name] helping them out with their overblots.” Deuce adjusted his hold on his textbooks, which were now tucked under his arm. “I mean, they don’t refer to them by name yet, aside from Kalim, but I’ve seen a change in their interactions.” Deuce smiled at the thought. “Either way, I’m just happy they’re all doing better.” 

“Yer tellin’ me,” Epel agreed. “Vil’s been on my ass less since he got over his overblot. Think that’s in part thanks to the pre- [Name].” He scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry, still tryin’ ta remember it’s fine to call them by name, not the stupid title.” 

“Hmph.” Sebek smirked. “Quite a thing to believe; I can’t say I’m surprised. You humans are the species with the least respect for others. You could not even begin to comprehend what such titles command.” 

“Oh, shove it up yer ass, Sebek!” Epel groaned. “Gon’ punch ya in the face one of these days, ah swear!” A devious grin then spread across Epel’s face as he thought of something. “Oooor ah could just tell them you got a crush on ‘em~” 

“A WHAT?!” Sebek balked. 

“Y’know, a crush,” Deuce offered. “It’s when-”

“I KNOW WHAT IT IS! WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR, A HUMAN?!” Ironic, since the prince the freshman so worshiped was one of the most oblivious boys on campus. Sebek shook his head in denial of Epel’s accusation. “You would be telling the prefect falsehoods, human. I hold no such feelings for them.” 

“Uh huh, surrrre ya don’t~” Epel drawled. “Definitely not - not when ya stare at ‘em all the time every chance ya get.” Red began to flood Sebek’s cheeks; Epel noticed, grin widening as he continued. “Not when ya carry the books and bags and whatever other shit they got whenever ya walk with them. You especially don’t like ‘em when ah catch you smilin’ whenever they thank-”

“I WILL LISTEN TO THIS SLANDER NO LONGER!” Sebek interjected, again loudly. His face was as red as Deuce's magestone, however. The one who watched them knew it wasn’t just out of embarrassment and anger. “IS THERE NO END TO YOUR HUMAN-?” 

“Oi!” The freshman stopped in their tracks, and Sebek stopped his scolding, as they all turned to look at the beastman suddenly before them. “Keep it down! You’re going to give me and every beastman in the building a headache!” 

Sebek was more embarrassed now than he was before. He huffed as he closed his eyes and turned his head away from Jack. “Apologies.” 

Jack rubbed the back of his ear as he winced. “Almost had to run to the infirmary,” he grumbled. 

“C’mon, let’s go.” Deuce cut in. “We’ll be late for class if we don’t get moving.” 

“Least this time we’re all in the same period,” Epel mumbled as the little group turned the corner and headed down the adjacent hall. 

The unnoticed eavesdropper behind them smiled to himself as he watched them go. He shook his head as he let out a small chuckle at the boy’s, Sebek’s, antics. “Just like your grandfather,” Lilia regaled to himself. The fae finally let his footsteps be heard as he walked down the hall, then rounded the corner into the one going in the opposite direction of the freshmen. “At least you haven’t slammed into an obstacle - yet.” Emphasis on ‘yet’ as the boy was still young and had plenty of time for such fumbles. One often found themselves in them in the throes of love, especially at the early stages. 

Sebek’s grandmother would no doubt agree.

[fictionthorn]

SFW Alphabet: Gale

CW/TW: None Word Count: 1.1k

Activities - What are their favorite things to do with you? How do you spend your free time?

One of Gale’s favorite things to do with you is practice magic. Whether that be teaching you different spells if you’re not a magic user or just general practice if you are.

He also likes to read with you and talk about what the two of you are reading.

Boo! - How do they feel about surprises, giving and receiving?

He likes surprises as long as they’re not too often. That goes for both giving and receiving.

Comfort - How do they comfort you when you’re upset? When the tables turn, do they come to you, or do they try to handle it themselves?

It makes Gale’s heart ache when he sees you upset. He’ll do whatever you need him to do to feel better. If you just need to talk it out and vent then he’s there to listen. If you need someone to hold you while you cry then his arms are always open.

When he’s upset he’ll try to handle it himself so he doesn’t make you worry. The only problem with that is you can read him like a book. All it takes is one hug from you for him to open up and accept your comfort.

Dance - Do they like to dance with you? How good of a dancer are they?

He’s always happy to dance with you even if he isn’t the best at it.

Excitement - How do they act when they’re excited? What excites them?

Gale is the type of person where when he gets excited about something he starts talking fast.

There’s a lot that excites him but mostly things having to do with magic or whatever topic he’s hyper fixated on at the moment.

Future - What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?

He knows he wants to marry you and spend the rest of his life with you at his side.

Kids are something that he’s very unsure about. He doesn’t think he has what it takes to be a good father, but he also knows he has the potential to change his mind.

Gifts - What do they give you as presents? How often do they get you gifts?

He tries not to give you gifts too often because he wants them to always be special.

He likes to give you magical artifacts as gifts. Mostly because he knows you like them and that they can be useful, but it’s also his way of trying to repay you for all the artifacts you gave to him when he was dealing with the Netherese Orb.

Hold - How do they hold you? Cuddling, sleeping, holding hands…

He likes to hold your hand as much as you’ll let him. He also likes when you lean against him or rest your head on his shoulder.

Ideal - What’s their ideal date like?

His ideal date is going for an evening walk around Waterdeep and possibly going shopping for some books.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they handle it?

He does his best not to get jealous, but there are a few times where his insecurities get the best of him. Even though he knows you love him there’s a small part of him that still worries you’ll find someone better.

Kisses - How do they like to kiss you? How frequently do you kiss?

When Gale kisses you he always wants to make sure you know you have his full attention and that you feel his love in the kiss.

He will kiss you often.

Love - How do they show you that they love you?

Gale shows his love by being attentive. When you talk to him you have his full attention and he pays attention to your body language to make sure you’re okay.

Melt - What do you do that absolutely makes them melt?

You play with his hair when the two of you are relaxing together.

Nicknames - What do they call you, and what are their favorite things to be called?

Gale likes to call you baby most of the time but there are times when he’ll opt for calling you my angel.

He likes when you call him sweetheart.

Obvious - How obvious do they make it that they like you?

He is extremely obvious about his feelings for you from the start.

Pets - Do they have pets? Do they want them?

He has Tara and the two of you adopt Scratch.

Quiet - How are the calm, quiet moments with them?

Calm, quiet moments are some of Gale’s favorite moments with you. They usually happen in the evenings while the two of you are reading together by the fire with Tara laying in between you.

Romance - How romantic are they? What are their go-to ways of being romantic?

He has always thought of himself as a romantic and he’s a fan of big, romantic gestures.

Safe - What makes them feel safe and comfortable around you?

Your kindness and willingness to help him, even when he was a literal ticking time bomb.

Tend - How do they act when you’re hurt or sick, and vice versa?

He’s a wizard. If you are hurt or sick he’ll find a spell to make it better.

He can also do the same for himself but he does like it when you offer to take care of him.

Unique - What’s an unusual thing about them that’s oddly charming?

The markings left behind from the Netherese Orb. You always thought it made him look unique.

Variety - Do they prefer to keep things the same, or spice it up?

He is all for spicing things up and trying new things with you.

Wash - What’s it like taking a bath with them, or helping them wash up after a fight?

He always appreciates when you offer to help him wash up after a fight. It gives him an excuse to be close to you and spend more time with you.

XO - How do they show you affection? How much PDA are they willing to show?

He doesn’t mind a bit of PDA. Usually it’s hand holding or having an arm around you.

Yearn - What do they do when they miss you?

When Gale misses you he likes to read your favorite book since it reminds him of you.

Zzz - How do they act when they get sleepy? How is it sleeping in the same bed?

Gale is the type of person that won’t go to bed without you. If you’re still up he’ll end up falling asleep on the sofa until you wake him up to actually go to bed.

When in bed Gale always sleeps with an arm around you, holding you close to him.

[luminiscented]

Beautiful

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Pairing: Morro x gn! Reader

Type: Oneshot

Status: dating

Summary: Morro is having a rough day. You decide to relax him and show him that he has no reason to feel insecure

Warnings: Slightly suggestive,but not really (??), Morro feels insecure, scars, revived and redeemed Morro, hurt/comfort, negative body vision/image

Author note:

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'Leave.'

Your head shot up to look at your boyfriend, laying on the bed with his arm over his eyes, trying to hide his frustrated expression and perhaps to block the piercing light that you needed to patch his ankle up from getting into his eyes.

'Baby...' you squeezed your bloody red lips into a thin line as you tried to choose the right words to not upset him more than he already is. 'It's alright...it happens...you just got your body back, you can't push it this much. You have to take it slow.' You spoke slowly and quietly to spare him any more anger as you secured the last bandages over his ankle. You started gently rubbing his calf in a soothing motion.

'No it doesn't!' He placed his hands on his face suddenly, clearly angry with himself. 'It doesn't just happen! It was simple!' He yelled into his arms as he gripped chunks of his hair with his fists. You put a hand on his thigh and you looked at him. 'I hate this!, I hate this body!'

You shot him a sad look. He averted his eyes from you and looked at the bruises on his hands and legs. He felt a warm sensation in his chest at the feeling of your soft hands on his rough skin. He almost envied it - your beauty, your raw natural beauty...your kindness...a perfect contrast to him, to his rough, sharp body, generously covered with all kinds of scars and bruises as well as scars from his time as a ghost. There isn't a part of him that isn't marked, that isn't ruffed, that isn't damaged. Unlike you...unlike you who has a soft, curvy body with smooth, shiny, silky skin, with your plush soft spots and your pretty face...not a single mark from life, not a single scar. From the life that has been nothing, but cruel to him for as long as he can remember. The only good thing from it being you and his newfound family.

His gaze shifted to his chest, his pectorals and stomach littered with small and big scars. He was painted with them just like a canvas. He hated them. Every single one of them. For him it was just a reminder that he wasn't good enough to do something...to do anything. Of course none of his achievements went through his head at that moment, only his failures. It made him feel frustrated.

"You're not going to speak to yourself like that." You told him as you brought your whole body closer to his, bodies almost touching as your hands found their way on both sides of his hips, gripping the sheets in slight annoyance. You had subtly followed his gaze, you knew what this was about.

"I told you to leave." He said, slightly gritting his teeth as his ankle still hurt. Your faces remained close together, your breaths on one another as you both looked at eachother with equally stubborn faces.

You gently climbed onto his lap, his expression slightly changing, his eyes widening and softening subtly, almost imperceptibly, his breathing slowly becoming heavier and his brows slightly twitching in anticipation. You slowly and cautiously coaxed him to lay down on his back and he obeyed to each one of your silent commands, your feathery touches causing shivers to go down his spine and his breath hitch in his throat. You could feel a sharp inhale, almost inaudible, but you could hear it perfectly and feel it from his chest as it moved up and down under your hands. They moved down to his waist, slowly undoing the silky belt and taking off his upper clothing, piece by piece as his green orbs followed your every move. His face became a slightly darker shade of red as you lowered your head down, lips and nose slightly brushing against the skin of his chest and stomach, all the way down to his abdomen. You softly gripped his waist as you looked up at him, the soft feeling of your hair falling on his stomach making Morro crazy already.

"I don't want to hear anything come out from your pretty lips."

You felt your breathing pick up as your lips brushed against his scars. You started planting deep kisses on the healed skin of his abdomen, making him slightly squirm under your touch. Morro felt himself lean against your gentle ministrations. They made warmth pool in his stomach, blood pumping in his head and his entire body, the feeling of it suddenly becoming hot while rushing through his system to bring the much needed oxygen to his entire body. Morro's eyes shakily closed as his right hand made its way to the back of your head instinctively. His lips slightly parted as he inhaled and exhaled deeply out of his mouth to catch his breath from your kisses.

Morro's brows furrowed as he wanted to pretend he didn't like this. It was driving him insane. He was getting completely crazy from your hypnotising touch, his vision growing slightly blurry, his mouth dry. You looked up to meet his gaze as you planted deep kisses on every scar on top of his body, massaging his sensitive waist and pectorals along the way.

"You're beautiful"

"Gorgeous...so gorgeous..."

"So pretty...such a pretty boy"

Numerous compliments were coming out of your mouth with every kiss placed. Morro could swear he saw pearls rolling down from your tongue as you spoke those sweet words to him. He let his head fall back with a shaky sigh as you moved higher and higher. A small moan slipped from his lips. You were perfect...you were so understanding and kind... paying attention to every little scratch and imperfection on his body, showering it with love as if it was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. And to you it was. Your partner has been through so much already and... aren't scars merely reflections of the things we survived, the obstacles in life we passed? You felt annoyed at Morro's first reaction...who was he to decide that they're ugly? Who was he to hate himself for all of his achievements? Who was he to decide? It didn't make any sense. Simply foolish in your eyes, idiotic. You were right, you knew you were. Such a beautiful creature like him, thinking this way about himself...it made your blood boil.

"I love them...i love them all.."

You mumbled against the sensitive skin of his stomach, sending shivers down his spine as you massaged his toned body. Morro's back subtly arched towards you. He didn't want to admit it, he liked it, he loved it, he loved how you made him feel beautiful, how you appreciated him. He thought he didn't deserve it, but he did, even more than he would ever imagine he deserved. You moved slightly higher, your legs on both sides of his, your nose lovingly brushing against the skin of his chest as you focused on paying attention to the big scars on his chest, pressing deep kisses all over them, your hands trailing down to his stomach.

Morro felt his breath hitch in his throat under your hands. You were melting him and he loved it. He loved every second of it. Your head moved even higher kissing the tiny scar on his neck, gently sucking on the skin and giving him little nibbles as he tilted his head the other way so you could have more access to the sensitive skin. You pressed gentle kisses along his jaw, your hands creeping up the the back of his neck. The master of wind shyly put his hands on your waist as you caressed him, your skin soft and plush under his fingers. His hands trailed down to your hips, pulling you closer against his lap. You cupped his cheeks, both of you breathing heavily as you looked deep into his dark green eyes, his lips parted as if they were begging to touch yours. You gave him a soft peck on the lips before you nuzzled your nose against his cheek. The ghostly green marks under his eyes cold under your touch, in contrast to the rest of his body. You kissed the areas under his eyes with love and care, paying them far more attention than the others. You felt your boyfriend grip your hips harder squeeze his eyes shut as you showered him with affection. His hot breaths hit the skin of your neck as you continued to smooch them slowly and sensually, treating him like a porcelain doll. Was he not one...?

"Baby...baby, you're so gorgeous...so sweet..."

You mumbled against his skin in between kisses. You kissed his nose and gave him a slow loving kiss on his lips before pulling away from him, looking down at your handiwork. Morro layed beneath you so vulnerable, he trusted you so much with him, it made your heart throb with love for him. You looked down at his beautiful body, covered in your lipstick, bloody red blobs and spots all over his scars. Your gaze moved to his face as you trailed your thumb along the middle part of his chest and stomach all the way to his abdomen. His gaze met yours, his glossy half-lidded eyes looking at you with adoration, his black locks falling on his forehead and on the sheets, emphasizing his beautiful pale skin and the green jewels he looked at you through.

"You're the most beautiful thing i have laid eyes on. I won't let you say otherwise."

You spoke to him sternly, but with gentleness, care, love.

"I'm...i'm beautiful." He responded, his eyes not leaving yours.

"That's better."

[sunshinehunter]

do you have a fav oc?

Fucking oops shit fuck. This ask got lost in the percolator that is my brain for a bit (read more because I GOT A LOT TO SAY ABOUT MY GIRL!!!)

My fave OC is def my moon and stars, my scardy cat Hive Goth baby girl; Eric Moonheart

Is she good at the Light? No. Is she good at shooting guns? Probably the best shot you've ever met precisely because she's shit ass with the Light.

She runs in a Hunter gang known as the Scouting Legion which is basically the third branch that completes the Vanguard specialized groups; Hidden, Pilgrim Guard, Scouting Legion. They run ops for strikes, find Lost Sectors, put down patrol beacons/public event beacons, and map out dangerous landscapes before standard Guardians are sent in to blow shit up (and usually follow along beside or just behind the YW and her crew when she goes and blows shit up first). Unlike the other groups the Legion is Hunters only*, Warlocks tend to wander and get their heads into things they shouldn't, and Titans don't know how to keep a low profile if they tried.

Eric is a Faded Light meaning her grasp on the Light is tenuous at best. She can do small things with the Light but any large expenditure (like a Super or grenade spam) requires being around someone with enough Orb generation to also power her. So the control she does have is quite Fine but it's just Faded. Unlike most Guardians she's not good at one Light over the other but has the most practice with Void and it's also the best when she needs to get out of trouble.

Because she's so shit ass with the Light and the Legion is the cream of the crop Eric is just super good at firearms. The Legion like to joke she can't miss a shot even when under the influence (of either alcohol or WAY too much caffeine) and she's yet to make them liars.

When Stasis became a thing Guardians could learn she picked it up very quickly, her control over her small amount of Light letting her figured out Stasis a lot quicker than most Guardians. She's one of the strongest Stasis users in the militia because of it. As a Scout she was also one of the first after the YW broke Calus' siege on Neomuna to go help defend the Neomuni and also learned to use Strand. It sometimes worries her she is better at using the Darkness than the Light but she tries not to think about it too hard.

Eric's ~200 years old and lived through the Great Catastrophe which happened a few decades after she was risen (do not come and 'um actually it happened-'. Don't care. I use my own timeline). All her friends died during it and she's had a dislike of the Moon and Hive ever since. She was also part of Dead Orbit as a young Risen but they were too goth and nihilistic even for her after all her friends died.

Eric's got two modes; has had enough caffeine and has had no caffeine. When she's had enough she's extremely sweet and perky, easily excitable, and will talk your ear off. No caffeine she's a bit of a cranky bitch looking for a cup of coffee😩

Her two constant companions are her Ghost; Ghostie (Eric is not the most creative with names) and her qpbf Savant-3, a Voidlock, who's also an Orb generating machine and is the only reason she can use the Light in any meaningful way.

Shortly before the YW was risen Eric did something STUPID. And now she's got a kid. A Hive son named Gup (or Xolkûn when she's mad at him. Mom always whips out your full name when you fucked up). He has no worm and she got him when he was a larva and she's raised him to be just a normal little boy he just looks... like a weird Hive kid. He's more like a Hive mixed with a moth than a 'proper' Hive but it's kept Eric from getting rid of him or her friends convincing her to let them shoot him. Together they learned how to speak Hive and do some Hive magic and now Eric can also do some higher level Hive magic. Not the same as how Eris does Hive magic though. Eris is Big Ritual Spell kinda girlie while Eric mostly uses her magic to unlock doors or kill things. (also totally happenstance they have similar names. Eric was named Eric before Eris was around really and the Hive connection is because GOD I had it bad for The Taken King and Alak Hul like most Hive Girlies at the time FUCK).

She's also way prettier than you

** Savant is also a member of the Legion. He's the one exception they've ever made. So Eric has a pocket Nova on call basically.

For the art all lineart is by @brahkest and all the coloring/rendering is by me uwu