#i spent longer than i should have making this @ 3am

[wehowl]

inspired by @feylived's ✨ shelleylore ✨ , i am now introducing

[abbysbug]

streamer!ellie x streamer!reader pt2

cw; threaten to bomb, domestic violence joke/comment, mention of wanting to make porn, loser stupid ellie

a/n; i freaking love writing for streamer!ellie shes so silly (and me)

discord

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she has recently discovered overwatch and thats all she can think about.

she's so excited to stream it.

@carpetmuncherwilliams okay chat. are you excited for the overwatch stream 2night :3

@venomnutjuice title: i try to get out of bronze (impossible)

@carpetmuncherwilliams WHAT THE FUCK

• she is hardstuck bronze...

• (for all my non-gamers bronze is the lowest rank in the game)

• you've been playing overwatch longer than ellie, so you're more skilled and a higher rank.

• you create alt accounts to smurf in ellie's lobbies and boost her.

• "y'know, you're technically my e-kitten and i'm your e-daddy."

• "please kill yourself, baby. please do it and record it so i can make money off of it."

• "i will throw your game, ellie."

• "NO"

• she has spent over $200 on this game. you've tried to stop her, but she cries and whines until you give her credit card back.

• she then complains about how she has no money.

• for some fucking reason, she loves streaming at 3am and screaming at the game.

you: ellie i am trying to sleep. be quite or im turning the stupid internet off and then you'll really have smth to scream about.

• "chat. the gf is threatening me. should i bomb her or no."

@oogaboogaman woah!! ellie being domestically violent in 2024??

@snoopyisking can we ban ellie

@elliesbabyholder idk about yall but im with ellie. ill bust you out of jail

• she was planning to be quite but someone killed her in overwatch and she screamed.

• she hears ur thumping footsteps before she sees you walk in.

• "fuckin' give me that."

• you snatch her headphones off her head and put them on.

• "sorry, chat. i have to treat ellie like a little baby and put her in time out because she cant be quiet at 3am."

• then you end the stream and have to basically drag a pouting, grumpy ellie into bed.

• "what if a major porn company found me streaming and wanted to hire me then we got rich and you just ruined my chances."

• "you are not making porn."

• "but the money."

• "go to sleep."

@carpetmuncherwilliams porn comapnies hmu

"you can't even spell companies. delete that rn."

@carpetmuncherwilliams nvm dhmu. gf not happi

• ellie thinks overwatch memes are hilarious and her twitter is filled with it.

@carpetmuncherwilliams

@poopypiepee wise words..wise words..

• "winton"

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@elliesmistress @yalaysbee @smelliewilliams @mystellenia

i tagged people who wanted to be tagged in my previous streamer!ellie fics

[mitsuristoleme]

hope i never lose you

pairing: gojo satoru x geto suguru x reader

cw: post the events of hidden inventory but pre kfc breakup, implications of depression, mentions of death/almost dying, mention but not graphic description of blood, thoughts of killing/genocide by suguru, arguments, crying/breakdowns, they’re all whipped, hurt/comfort, smut, oral sex (male receiving), 4.5k words (this was NOT supposed to be this long but woohoo??)

part of my au- This Side of Paradise

for more from this au check out my masterlist

It was 3AM when you finally dragged your exhausted body to your dorm room.

Ever since Amanai’s death (or as the higher ups called it “the incident with the Star Plasma Vessel), you and your boyfriends, Satoru and Suguru, were being worked to the bone, a new mission popping up seemingly every few hours.

All three of you had been promoted to special grades and the pressure was unreal. Missions that should have been handled by adults with more experience were being handed off to you in view of your “superior abilities”.

You didn’t remember the last time the three of you had even seen each other for longer than 30 minutes. You missed them. Terribly.

Most of the measly time you were together was spent doing mandated training to hone Satoru’s Limitless. To help him step into his role as ‘The Strongest’.

You were tired. So tired.

Not to mention the nightmares plaguing your mind every night. Satoru’s head dismembered from his body, him never having the epiphany that led him to acquire reverse cursed technique. Suguru’s chest cleaved open, him never making it to Shoko. And you, bleeding out from the slash in your stomach before ever making it to any of them.

You’d been waking up in tears streaming down your face for days, the image of the lifeless bodies of your boyfriends seared into your mind like a brand.

Kicking off your shoes, your eyes roved over the room, a habit you’d developed after the man who killed Amanai broke into the Jujutsu High barrier.

Wow, you’d really let it get messy.

Your hands stopped halfway through unbuttoning your uniform jacket as you realised you weren’t in your room. Muscle memory had apparently led you right into Suguru’s dorm room.

His door wasn’t locked? Strange.

He wasn’t in bed? Even stranger. Normally Suguru was very particular about his beauty sleep.

Why was his room a mess?

Panic clutched at your heart, fear digging in its sharp claws, your pulse pounding loudly in your ears. Your legs hurriedly moved of their own accord as you threw back his sheets in the hope that he was there. Not gone. He was still here, right? He had to be.

No.

No?

nononononononononononononono.

“Y/N? What’re you doing here?”

Suguru’s voice dragged you out of your panicked rush of thoughts.

“Oh my god, you’re alive,” you choked out, reaching for him to pull him against you, a physical reassurance to yourself that he was still there. That your nightmares weren’t true.

“I-“ his arms looped around your waist hesitantly, “Of course I am. Are you alright?”

“Mhmm,” you mumbled, nodding against where your face was buried into his bare shoulder.

Wait…

“Why are you naked?” you inquired, eyeing the towel covering his lower body. Why did he look so weak?

Your hands moved to gently cup his face, “Sweetheart, have you been eating? You don’t look okay.”

Suguru flinched at your touch, looking like a deer trapped in headlights and for the first time in the year and a half you had been dating him, you saw Geto Suguru at a loss for words.

He squirmed in place letting your concerned eyes trail over his greasy barely-taken-care-of hair, his red, puffy eyes and his dark circles.

“Sugu…”

Before you could voice any further concern, the door to the room was flying open to reveal an incredibly disheveled Satoru, his cheek dripping with blood.

There was a tense moment where the three of you stared at each other until Satoru came barrelling towards the two of you, engulfing you into his lanky arms.

A light ‘oomph’ escaped Suguru’s mouth as his knees buckled and he face planted right into Satoru’s chest.

“You’ve got blood on you,” you mumbled into Satoru’s uniform. He hummed in acknowledgment, dipping his head to press a gentle kiss to your head, another one to Suguru’s bare shoulder.

“‘S not mine,” he said simply, offering no further explanation. His hand slipped under your uniform shirt to rub at the small of your back, the other one lazily moving to scratch Suguru’s scalp. “Why’re you naked Sugu?”

Suguru lazily raised his eyes to meet your blue eyed boyfriend’s gaze from where he’d basically melted into his side, “Jus’ took a shower.”

“Yeah? Then why’s your hair all greasy and stinky?”

“No reason,” the raven snapped, his posture stiffening as he moved to pull away from the hug. His tone was sharp. Nothing like you’d ever heard him use with you or Satoru before.

Satoru took off his glasses and tossed them onto the bed before narrowing his eyes at his boyfriend, “C’mon your hair is the love of your life, babe. You never let it get this dirty.”

“I just told you it’s nothing! God!”

Suguru angrily stomped his way to his closet, pulling on a white t-shirt and a pair of boxers, tossing his towel to a random corner of the room.

“You never do that either,” you said gently, your voice soft, trying to maintain a level tone.

“Can you two stop? I’m fine! Maybe I’m just tired this late at night!” His hands tore through his hair in frustration, the grease making his hair stick back onto his scalp.

Satoru moved across the room, grabbed Suguru’s jaw and forced his boyfriend to meet his glowing blue eyes.

“Something’s wrong.”

A defeated sigh.

“I told you nothin-“

“Tell me what's wrong.”

“Satoru noth-“

“BULLSHIT!” Satoru roared, making Suguru violently flinch in his hold.

Silence. Deafening silence.

Fearing this was the calm before a much bigger storm, you decided to step in, slipping between them to loosen your white haired boyfriend’s iron grip on his counterpart’s jaw.

“You’re hurting him ‘Toru,” you whispered, keeping your voice low, scared that anything louder might spark further conflict.

Blankly, he nodded, withdrawing his hands from Suguru’s face, gently placing them around your hips instead. You shot him a small smile, reaching up to affectionately scratch his undercut, drawing a pleased sound from him before you turned back to your long haired lover.

You cupped his face, running your knuckles over where red marks the shape of Satoru’s fingers had started forming.

“Talk to us, Sugu. We’re worried about you, baby,” you beseeched. “Please.”

That seemed to break him, his expression crumpling as he let out a shaky breath.

“I just-“ is all he could let out in a choked whisper before he broke down in front of you.

His head dipped down, his chin pressing into his chest, his shoulders shaking from his heaving sobs, his body curling into itself as if he wanted to hide away.

“Suguru,” Satoru mumbled from behind you, concern laced through his voice, his hands reaching to cup his boyfriend’s face, taking care to be gentle after his earlier outburst, his large hands supporting the raven’s face from below, fingers gently swiping at his tears.

Blue eyes flicked down to meet your own worried ones, a silent communication passing between you both as you slipped out from between the two boys and pressed your torso against Suguru’s back, your arms wrapping around his waist in silent comfort.

Meanwhile Satoru had gathered his dark haired lover into his arms, supporting the brunt of his body weight, letting him cry onto his rumpled uniform jacket.

Sandwiched between both of your bodies, Suguru shook violently with sobs, a part of you worried if he could breathe, a sentiment clearly echoed by Satoru. You watched as he tangled one of his hands in your boyfriend’s hair, his fingers moving to lightly scratch at his scalp.

“You need to breathe baby,” he gently reminded Suguru. “C’mon, deep breaths with me, yeah?”

You pulled away from your koala grasp on your boyfriend, instead rubbing his back comfortingly as he gulped down shaky bouts of air through his mouth and nose, tears still streaming down his face.

Frowning, you reached up to wipe his tears off his face, your hand coming away wet as if you had just washed it. Your lower lip wobbled, heart twisting seeing one of the loves of your life in so much distress.

Ever so observant with his keen eyes, Satoru had already loosened one of his arms from around Suguru’s waist and tugged you into the hug.

“Don’t you start,” he mumbled, trying to force his usual playfulness in the jest. He was just as tired as you and Suguru were, taking on mission upon mission, sometimes even forcing the higher ups to give him missions that should’ve been given to either of his partners, not that you knew this. But you knew he was tired and joking, so you said nothing.

The three of you stood there for a while, wrapped up in each other, your hearts thumping wildly, as Suguru’s sobs died down into soft sniffles, his hand reaching up to wipe a stray tear from your face before his arms looped around you and Satoru.

“‘M sorry,” he whispered, voice hoarse and scratchy, presumably from all the crying.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” you replied instantly. “We’ve all been stressed, you don’t have to apologise fo-“

“What's the point?” he interrupted, his tone defeated, “What's the point of us working our asses to the ground to exorcise curses when those- those monkeys are gonna make new ones anyway?”

“Sugu-“

“I’m tired of fighting for people who just create their own problems. Maybe non sorcerers just shouldn’t exist.”

Satoru gaped at him, eyes wide, his mouth opening and closing like a fish, trying to figure out what to say.

“You don’t mean that,” he finally said lamely.

“Don’t I? Just put yourself in my position, Satoru. Do you know how horrible ingesting curses is? And I do all that, every. Single. Fucking. Day. Only to find some psycho with no cursed energy almost kill me and my partners!”

You pulled away to look him in the eyes, “And that's a good reason to kill all non sorcerers? You’ve always believed in not killing without any meaning. Where’s the meaning in getting rid of a population of innocent people?”

“I wouldn’t call them innocent.”

“What about your parents? They not innocent either?” Satoru jumped in, his tone accusatory.

Suguru hesitated, his eyes flicking between the two of you and the ground, “I… don’t know.”

“You hesitated. That’s your answer.”

“It’s really not.”

“You can’t just kill millions of people just because they’re not like us.”

“…”

“Suguru.”

Satoru looked at you, his eyes swimming with uncertainty and fear at the sudden cult propaganda like stuff your shared boyfriend had started spewing.

You sighed, “You know Suguru, you’re not the only one who saw your partners almost die.”

“What?”

“You said earlier, you saw me and ‘Toru get killed by a non sorcerer. You’re not the only one who did.”

“What do you mean?”

“I saw both of you. Almost die I mean. Almost died myself too.”

“Y/n-“

“I’ve been having nightmares, you know? Every night. You both-'' you paused, your breath hitching in your throat, tears prickling your eyes. Satoru wrapped his arm around your shoulder, squeezing you close to him as if saying, ‘it’s okay, we’re here’.

You took a shuddering breath before continuing, “You both die. Bleed out. And I do too. Before I ever reach you. Before I get to see you for the last time. And I know it's not the time to bring this up but I-“

The rest of your sentence was cut off by the lump in your throat swelling, your eyes welling up with tears.

Suguru’s hands were on your face immediately, wiping off tears before they even fell. Satoru pulled you tighter against him, pressing a kiss to your head.

“Hey,” Suguru whispered against the shell of your ear, his breath skirting across the side of your face, “We’re here, okay? We’re here and we’re alright baby. We gotchu, yeah?”

You nodded, burrowing your face into Satoru’s chest, letting the warmth from both of your boyfriends caging you between them wash over you. They were your anchors, pulling you back to reality when the storm of life got too difficult to bear. They were your home.

“You’re both my home too,” Satoru mumbled sheepishly, almost too quiet for you to hear.

“Did I-“

“You said it out loud.”

“Oh.”

“You’re my home too,” Suguru sighed out letting his head fall onto Satoru’s, his eyebags looking more prominent when he closed his eyes to take a deep breath.

Satoru shifted slightly, “Let’s get into bed hmm? You both look like you need some serious sleep. And honestly? Same.”

The weight of the exhaustion of the past few days suddenly hit you like a truck, your limbs going weak and heavy between the strongest duo.

You glared at Satoru through bleary eyes, “Are you a witch?”

“Eh??? Where is this coming from??”

“You said we probably need some serious sleep and now I’m tired. You’re a witch and you-“ yawn “You cursed me to feel sleepy.”

“Baby it’s like half past three. You’re sleepy because you’ve been awake for like 24 hours.”

“…I still think you’re a witch.”

Satoru’s mouth opened to form a what would be a smart retort but he was interrupted by Suguru smoothly slapping a hand over his mouth, pushing you slightly towards the twin bed, “Alright before you start trying to burn the guy who funds all our food runs at the stake, let’s get into bed yeah?”

“Is that all I am to you?! A wallet?!”

“No you’re our sugar daddy. It’s the only reason we tolerate you. Ain’t that right babe?”

You looked at him, eyes sparkling with playful mirth, the humour returning to the raven’s voice filling you with an unspeakable amount of relief.

“Yep.”

“You’re both so mean to me!”

“Hush now, pretty boy.”

The three of you squeezed into the small bed meant for one person, as always: Suguru’s chest pressed into your back, your head resting against Satoru’s shoulder, three pairs of legs tangling with each other until you couldn’t tell where one of you ended and the other began.

“We’re still in uniform,” you sighed out, dreading the prospect of leaving the tangle of warmth to change.

Satoru yawned. “Mmh it’s fine. Ya don’t mind, do you Sugu?”

“You have blood on you, dumbass.”

A dramatic whine. “Ugh fine.” A smirk. “Stay here and strip lovely, I’ll get that t-shirt you like from emo boy’s closet.”

“Perv.” You tossed a pillow at him but got down to removing your uniform anyway.

Fiddling with the last few buttons, you peeled off your partially open uniform jacket, putting it next to you. You would take it, along with the rest of your uniform, to the laundry basket in your room later.

Next to you, Suguru heaved a big sigh, fidgeting with the end of his shirt. “I’m not gonna do it,” he said quietly. “Genocide, I mean,” he continued a bit louder. “I just-“ he groaned, his hand running dragging down his face, “You guys just got me thinking. I’m not the only one who suffered that day. And killing off millions of people isn’t- Well it isn’t practical- Or moral. And you’re right y’know. I’ve never gotten behind killing without meaning.”

He went quiet again, his fingers continuing to nervously tug and twist at the hem of his shirt.

A tense silence filled the room.

Satoru stood in front of the closet, holding a wad of clothing, staring at his boyfriend.

Before you know it, the white haired boy is launching himself at Suguru, burying his face into the raven’s neck, “‘M sorry. ‘M sorry I never noticed that you were struggling. And I’m sorry I got mad and hurt you earlier.”

Suguru sighed, melting into his lover’s body, “‘S ok. I forgive you. You were just worried.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You watched the two boys soak in each other’s affection with fond eyes. They got on your nerves almost constantly but damn did you love them.

“Babe?” called Satoru.

You were met with the pouty faces of both your boys staring at you.

Suguru tilted his head from where Satoru had it cradled in his arms. God, he looked like a kicked puppy. “Do you not love us?”

You almost cooed because what the hell? Why was he so damn adorable?

“Of course I love you silly.”

“Then why didn’t you say it when the both of us did?” Satoru inquired, matching pouts with your shared boyfriend.

“Well-“ you sputtered, “You guys were having a moment! I didn’t wanna ruin it!”

You got no response. The two of them only stared at you, thoroughly unimpressed.

You laughed, “Okay, okay. I love you both.”

“Good,” they mumble in unison.

“Ugh you’re both so adorably stupid,” you muttered, jumping into the hug peppering aggressive kisses all over both their faces, each punctuated with a ‘I love you’.

By the 20th kiss, they were blushing, Suguru pushing you and Satoru off. “Change you two,” he admonished, “Stop getting curse gunk and blood on me.”

You laughed, pressing a final kiss to his forehead and heading off to the washroom to wash off your face, utterly unaware of two sets of enraptured eyes trained on your figure.

By the time you came out, Satoru had changed into one of Suguru’s large t-shirts and a pair of boxers. With his toned thighs on display and the smear of blood still on his cheek, he had never looked hotter to you.

“Y’re starin’ love,” he smirked.

“You’re starin’ love,” you mocked, pitching your voice lower in a horrendous attempt to sound like him. “Not my fucking fault you’re hot.”

He giggled. Yes. Giggled. Like a middle school girl. “Aw thanks babe,” he said as he batted his eyes at you, “Anyways, clothes are on the bed, next to our hot boyfriend. I’m gonna go get the blood off my face.” And with that and a little hairflip, he flounced off into the bathroom, shutting that door behind him.

“He’s such a menace,” you mumbled, moving towards the bed.

Chuckling Suguru shifted to sit up in bed, grabbing at your waist and tugging you closer to him. “Yeah, but we love him regardless.”

You hummed in agreement, letting your boyfriend’s hands wander across your lower back and ass, “I guess we do, don’t we?”

He tilted his head up to meet your eyes, his chin resting right below your sternum. “Wan’ help getting this off?” he inquired, tugging on the end of your shirt, his pupils blown wide.

“You know I never say no,” you mumbled.

A satisfied sound left his lips, his practiced hands moving to unbutton your shirt and tug down your pants in record breaking time.

“So pretty,” he whispered, pressing a kiss above your belly button.

A tingle of electricity shot through your spine at the contact, a pool of warmth settling low in your stomach as you wound your fingers into his long hair.

You frowned at the feeling of the grease he had let build up in his hair on your fingertips. “I’m gonna wash your hair tomorrow.”

“I’d really like that,” he whispered, hooking his arms behind your thighs and pulling you down into his lap, immediately pressing his lips to yours in a loving kiss.

You looped your arms around his neck, readjusting your hands to keep gently scratching his scalp.

Suguru wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him, his hair tickling your cheeks.

“Sugu,” you gasped, pulling away for air, “I have to change.”

“Let me love on you baby," he replied, a little breathless, his hands running down your back. "Please?"

"Are you two canoodling without me?"

Your head shot towards the bathroom door, suddenly very aware of the fact that you were sitting on your boyfriend's lap, half naked, while your other boyfriend was staring at the both of you, failing to hide the very obvious bulge in his-or well- Suguru's boxers.

Suguru scowled at him, "We'll continue without you if you say 'canoodling' one more time."

"What's wrong with canoodling?"

"You're ruining the mood man!"

"I hate admitting you're right but I'd be lying if I said that the implication of you two 'canoodling' didn't make me just a little bit soft."

"Just come here and kiss me, idiot."

Satoru grinned at the command, crossing the room in two big steps to lace his fingers in Suguru's hair and smashing his lips onto his boyfriend's.

You laid your head on Suguru’s shoulder, soaking in his warmth, while you watched your boys devour each other’s mouths above you.

They broke apart, panting and faces flushed, looking at each other slightly dazed.

“Fuck,” Satoru rasped, “I forgot how good that felt.”

Suguru ran his fingers along his lips, still looking a bit out of it, “Yeah me too.”

“Now then,” grinned your white haired lover, his signature cheshire smirk on his lips, making grabby hands at you. “C’mere you.”

He dropped to his knees on front of the bed, his height allowing him to be face to face with you in Suguru’s lap. Grabbing your legs, he shifted you so you sat with your back to the raven’s chest, his hard on pressing against your ass.

Almost immediately, strong arms were wrapping around your waist from behind as Satoru slotted himself between yours and Suguru’s legs, hovering his lips above yours, just a hair’s breadth from touching yours.

“Kiss me baby,” he breathed, his breath fanning across your face.

You complied, throwing your arms around his neck, tugging him towards you as you ran your tongue along the seam of his lips.

He responded with just as much enthusiasm, his mouth hot against yours as his tongue slipped into your mouth.

You let your hands wander, scratching his undercut the way you knew made him go wild, enjoying the way he let out a breathy moan against your lips.

Satoru’s hands joined Suguru on your waist, settling right below the edge of your bra, his fingers running along the edge of the fabric resting against your ribcage as he broke away from you to press searing open mouthed kisses along your jawline.

He shifted his attention from you to the beautiful man whose lap you were sitting in.

“Hey Suguru?” he called out.

“Hmm?”

“Can I suck your dick?”

Suguru gaped at him, mouth falling open, eyes wide. Satoru never asked for permission.

“What? I can be considerate, y'know!”

“I know… You just never…”

You ran your fingers along Suguru’s wrist, soothing his frazzled nerves, “Let us spoil you, Sugu? You’ve been stressing enough.”

And that was how you ended up holding Suguru’s upper body to your own, his back muscles flexing against your front, his shirt haphazardly thrown to some corner of the room as he quivered and moaned under his boyfriend’s ministrations.

“Satoru-“ the raven choked out, his head falling onto your shoulder, “So good- please-“

Satoru hummed around Suguru’s cock, bobbing his head, his cheeks hollowing, before pulling away with a lewd ‘pop’.

“Please what, hmm baby?” he questioned, his voice low and raspy, “Please stop?”

A frustrated sound ripped itself from Suguru’s throat, his hand clutching onto Satoru’s shirt before tugging him closer to his mouth.

“I meant to keep going and you know it. Brat.”

Satoru grinned, his signature cheshire smirk taking over his face as his eyes flickered from his black haired lover’s eyes to his mouth. He leaned in closer, brushing his lips along Suguru’s jawline.

“Whatever you want, princess.”

He slid down, settling back between his boyfriend’s legs. He wrapped his hand around the base of Suguru’s dick, pumping it once, twice and another time, before wrapping his lips around the tip and pushing his head down the entire length in one go.

A loud moan tore its way from Suguru’s mouth as his hands reached to bury themselves in Satoru’s hair, tugging on the glowing moonlight strands like they were his lifeline.

You gently ran your fingers along Suguru’s bare torso, tracing the muscles that you had long since committed to memory, pressing kisses to the back of his shoulders and neck.

“Y’look so pretty like this Sugu,” you whispered into the shell of his ear, relishing the way he shivered at the way your breath danced across his cheek.

A gasp left Suguru’s lips just as a slurping sound came from where Satoru was continuing to suck him off, his own hips rutting into the mattress, drool dribbling down his chin.

Suguru’s back arched off where it was pressed against your torso, his mouth dropping open the way it did when he was about to cum, “Fuck Satoru- ‘M so close.”

His abs clenched under your touch as he chanted your white haired lover’s name like a mantra.

“‘Toru- I’m gonna- gonna cum. I- inside or are you-?”

Satoru made an insistent sound around his cock, burying his nose into the dark hair at the base.

You chuckled, “I think that means he wants you to cum in his mouth.”

Satoru made a pleased noise of agreement in the back of his throat, his eyes looking up to gaze at you both.

“Fuck,” Suguru groaned out, “I’m cumming-“

His body tensed up as he reached his high, his cum spurting into Satoru’s mouth, dripping down the sides of his lips as he pulled himself off his boyfriend’s dick, swallowing and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“God fuck Suguru, we need to get you eating fruits again. That tasted like battery acid.”

Suguru shifted to cuddle with you, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck, his eyelashes tickling your skin.

“I’ve been contemplating genocide, leave me alone. Y/n get him to stop bullying me.”

You giggled, rubbing soothing circles into his broad back, following it with a kiss pressed into his hairline, “Stop bullying my baby, ‘Toru.”

“Am I not your baby?!”

“Yes you are honey, c’mere,” you coaxed, holding your arms out for him.

He sidled up to you, settling into your side, letting his head rest on your shoulder.

Your eyes burned as you shifted to make yourself more comfortable under Suguru’s body weight. Satoru slid his arm around your shoulders, sliding you down so you were lying down with your dark haired lover still holding onto you like a koala.

Satoru moved to drape his arm over Suguru’s back and brushed a kiss over both of your cheekbones, “You guys got any missions tomorrow?”

“No.”

“Nope.”

He smiled, all soft lines and wrinkling nose, so unlike the cocky smirk he paraded around wearing, “Good. We can sleep in then. Maybe clean up Suguboo’s room while he gets some food.”

Suguru hummed, nuzzling his face into your chest. “Love you,” he whispered, his voice muffled against your skin, the words spoken so tentatively that you almost missed them.

“Love you, Suguru,” said Satoru, playfully sticking his tongue out, plopping his head down onto the pillow, “Even when your cum tastes like toxic waste.”

“Shut up.”

“Love you, dorks. Now let's just sleep please. I’m tired.”

The three of you fell asleep like that, your personal weighted blanket Suguru on top of you, Satoru holding the both of you from the side.

a/n: whewwwww! that was one of the most time consuming fics ive ever written. its been in the works for over a month i think. ive also never written a content warning so long😭. hope you guys enjoy this!

tagging- @forest-hashira @wifeyana and @strychnynegirl

[ghostphys]

Update after a week of doing this:

So it’s finally update time! Thank you all for the support on my post about this, it really meant a lot!!

I’m going to list the pros and cons of my little experiment, then add a summary/TLDR at the end of the post. This is probably going to be quite a long post as it was definitely an interesting 5 days. P.S, if you have any questions please ask! I’m 100% willing to answer.

Pros:

• My time spent studying over doubled this week. This was the most obvious pro (and the one I was kind of hoping for the most) and I’m so proud of myself for how much I managed to get done. I studied for an average of 4hours/day, whereas before I was only doing 2.

• Studying felt so much more relaxing and productive at night. This probably contributed to the increase in studying; I found I enjoyed studying more, was able to pay attention for longer periods of time, and it started to feel less like a chore, and more like a hobby.

• I started to feel more present in the moment, especially on the bus travelling to/from uni. This wasn’t something I was really expecting, but I think also was partially a result of me deleting social media (which i can totally make another post on if that’s of interest). But where I used to sleep on the bus, or even just daydream, I started to read books, look over notes, and just feel a lot more present in general, which was a fresh of breath air honestly.

• I actually felt a lot less tired while at uni. I think this is most likely due to having been awake for a while before even travelling, so I had plenty of time to wake up. As someone who suffers from both physical and mental health issues, this was really important to me and i was so so much more focused during lectures and just generally wow it was amazing.

Cons:

• Although I found it easier to study, I dedicated a lot less time to keeping my room/study area tidy. I’m not sure exactly why this was, I think maybe just moving around to tidy up at 2/3am felt a bit wrong as I was scared to make too much noise? I think the way around this would be to just tidy right before sleeping at around 6pm, but this was probably my least favourite of the cons:(

• No time for social life outside of uni. Unless your friends are all also borderline nocturnal, then yeah if you are a person who loves going out etc then this is not the schedule for you. Fortunately for me my friends already know i sleep a lot, so most of our socialising happens in between lectures during uni time. (And by that I mean going to cafés and doing even more studying).

• It was kind of hard to figure out mealtimes? Eventually I settled on only having two meals a day, but just increasing portions sizes, and having more snacks in between. This is just what worked best for me, and this wasn’t a huge con tbh, just kind of confusing at first.

• It was so much easier to just hit snooze on my alarms. Because I didn’t have to worry about a bus to catch or anything forcing me to wake up, I found myself saying ‘just five more minutes’ way more times than I should have. I definitely slept in one day sadly. I think this is definitely preventable, I’m sure there are special alarm apps to help with this sort of thing, and i’ll probably be checking that out.

Summary/TLDR: This was such a fun experience for me, I’m really super proud of myself for trying this out and for improving my studying! All in all I definitely found this to be a positive experience, obviously that’s a personal thing so please don’t take my word to be truth! But just in my experience I really found it to help my mental aspect of studying as well as just physically doing more. Although my room got a bit messier, and I kind of just got disoriented about the time of day sometimes, I definitely think these are things that could have been fixed.

Disclaimer: I only tried this for a week which is definitely not enough time to fully change your sleep schedule, and I am obviously not a professional in this field or in research. This was just a fun little experiment and a chance for me to talk about my personal experience. I’m not encouraging this behaviour or saying it is healthy. (I am not informed about the effects on health this would have long term). Do not take some random person on tumblr’s experience as a holy grail of truth or something like that.

[nickandcharlie135]

My idea for a (unnecessary) sequel to Blink. I wrote this at 3am as I couldn’t sleep. 😅

Blink 2: Electric Boogaloo (not final title 🤣)

Cold open: Sally Sparrow walking in town with 14/15 year old daughter is approached by an elderly woman who says “it’s not your fault” and “I don’t blame you” before giving a look to her daughter and walking off. Daughter brushes it off but Sally knows better than that. Sallys phone makes a noise - it’s a proximity alert that someone is approaching Wester Drumlins! She quickly runs leaving her daughter behind who tells her to “stop being paranoid”. Sally reaches Wester Drumlins but its too late - construction crew has already demolished the house and removed the 4 Weeping Angels from the basement! No longer looking at each other, they are free to move and as Sally gets one last look at them, a construction worker walks in front of her, obscuring her view and one of the Angels looks at her smiling before they all vanish! Sally is left there terrified of what’s to come…

Dr Who intro

… One Year Later

Sally and her daughter’s relationship has deteriorated as Sally has become even more paranoid that the Angels will return! Daughter now lives with Dad who is now also separated from Sally.

Alone, Sally has spent the last year preparing for the Angels return (similar to Halloween film).

Story continues as a psychological paranoia esk with people questioning Sallys sanity as she thinks she keeps seeing the Angels out of the corner of her eye - she is as they are stalking her.

One day, daughter is walking home from school and as she turns to take her usual shortcut through a graveyard, she is stalked by an Angel. She knows about them but never really believed her Mum until now when she blinks and it moves. Frightened she starts to run until she trips, turns around and the Angel is right next to her, screams and cuts to black.

Sally receives a call from ex saying daughter hasn’t returned home. Sally knows daughter’s route home from school so meets with ex at the graveyard to find her school bag on the floor. In the distance they both see a smiling Weeping Angel before it vanishes in the fog - the Angels have their daughter!

Unable to go to the police as they wouldn’t believe them, Sally believes they would take daughter to the ruins of Wester Drumlins where this all started years ago. At midnight she receives a call from daughter but instead of her it’s the voicemail lady speaking (the Angels are communicating using her voice) letting her know when to meet and to come alone.

Before leaving, Sally watches the old footage of the Doctor wishing he was here to help. Unknowingly she wishes so hard that a message travels to the Doctor’s psychic paper!

As Sally approaches the ruins of Wester Drumlins, the Doctor is there waiting - she doesn’t recognise him at first but after psychically connecting with her she sees all his faces since their last encounter.

Happy ending - They manage to defeat the Angels and rescue her daughter and the Doctor leaves.

But who was the elderly woman at the beginning?

Sad ending - They manage to defeat the Angels and rescue her daughter but just as they’re about to leave, one Angel manages to touch the daughter and sent her back in time. Shocking both Sally and The Doctor who gets a flashback to Amy/Rorys exit!

Sally takes a sledgehammer and destroys the remaining weak Angel leaving the Doctor to collect the remains.

Sally begs the Doctor to fix this, that he can fix this can’t he? Angrily saying he should fix this before leaving. The Doctor looks up to the camera looking angry and tears in his eyes and says “I will” before cutting to black.

The episode ends with Sally sitting alone in the graveyard when the same elderly woman sits next to her. She confesses that she is her daughter now all grown up. Sally breaks down knowing that she has missed so much of her daughter’s life and the episode ends with the daughter telling Sally what she has spent her life doing.

The following episode is the Doctor looking for the origins of the Weeping Angels as he plans to stop them from ever coming to be - if it’s at all possible.

Connection to Timelords and the Division. The early days of the Universe. The Doctor at his most angry and determined. No fear of what the Angels can do.

Episode ends with him managing to stop the Angels from existing and him returning to Earth to find Sally walking in town with her daughter all happy.

However time has changed and there will be consequences for the Doctor and the universe.

Also possible that Amy/Rory are now alive in the present?

Thoughts? 🤔

[omogod]

HOLDING REPORT (12/12/22)

Started holding at 6:30pm on 12/12/22.

Ended holding at 4:08am on 13/12/22.

Had needed a good amount of stress relief from everything going on lately, and wanted a more productive wetting than the most recent one I had done before, when it turned into more of a real accident! (spoiler alert: Aoife never learns her limits and they all turn into real accidents.)

Didn’t feel anything for about the first hour or so, was just casually browsing omo tumblr or reading AO3 omo stories. (6:30pm - 7:30pm)

Around hour two, I felt an ever so slight urge in my bladder, but mostly just reminder that I had one more than I needed to use it. Was still reading omo fics at this point, but also writing some omo stories, and planning some future holds. (7:30pm - 8:30pm)

Hour three, I got bored. I took a long walk around my town. Luckily, I live in a rural Irish village, so no one was going to see me, especially at night. I roamed through some of the empty fields to kill some time, sipping on bottle of water as I perused through.

Walk ended up being about three hours. I could definitely feel it getting much worse now. The cold didn’t help with aiding my need, and I definitely should have wrapped up warmer. Lost two leaks as a wave of desperation hit me when a cold wind flew my direction. (8:30pm - 11:30pm)

Got home and sat in my kitchen and watched whatever random stuff is on TV at nearly midnight.

Decided to scroll multiple NSFW art sites for pictures and comics of omorashi. Went down a dangerous rabbit hole of comics and spent about an hour scrolling through, whilst my need grew exponentially and I jiggled about. (00:30am - 01:30am)

Half 1 hit and I was at about an 8. I had my legs crossed together tightly and my bladder was screaming for some kind of pressure release.

I had to spurt some out onto a towel just to take the edge off otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to continue the hold.

As we all know, taking the ‘edge’ off of a full bladder never works, and by 1am, I felt like I was going to explode. I had drunk about 1500ml at this point.

I managed to hold on for about another 45 minutes by scrolling through omo tumblr again, and grinding a pillow to help temporarily numb my desperation. (1:30am - 2:15am)

By half 2, there was a decently sized wet patch on grey panties, and I was bursting for the loo.

I knew that I had to hold this longer because I had sworn to make the hold ten hours. This was obviously a huge mistake and a very ambitious goal. By 3am, my panties had felt atleast two more hot spurts of piss, and a third leak that I nearly couldn’t stop.

By half three, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had made a large wet patch in the bed and felt like I was holding back an inevitable river. I grabbed a towel and placed it in between my legs incase I leaked.

Begrudgingly, I shoved my legs together and went downstairs again, towel shoved tightly in between my shaking legs. I decided that the best place to wet would be my back garden so I ventured outside, but for some reason (or because I’m fucking stupid) I decided to also take a walk around the fields behind my garden before coming back to wet.

Turns out that navigating fields at nearly 4am, bursting to piss, whilst drunk, in the middle of a pitch black Irish winter might, is not the best idea.

Maybe these ideas spawned because atleast 500ml of what I had taken was alcohol. At least.

I was definitely under the influence by this point.

Rational and sober me would have just used damage control. Squat down where you are, take a piss, now you have enough concentration to try and get home.

Not drunk Aoife, she has one singular brain cell.

I continued on, clutching my crotch with the willpower of Satan himself and tried to march my way back into the general direction of my cottage.

Fair props to drunk me, I did end up at least walking in the right direction back to my garden. However..

I managed to walk about another 5 minutes through the fields before a rush of pain and desperation flooded me (haha pee joke) and I literally was bent over in pain, holding myself like I would die if I peed.

Obviously this didn’t work, and a wave of desperation turned to leaking, then to spurting, then to losing control completely and emptying nearly a 10 hour hold right onto a poor patch in my field.

I checked my watch and it was 4:08am.

I managed to hold it for 9 hours and 38 minutes!

This is the most I’ve held drunk in a while, but if wasn’t 10 hours so I was a bit annoyed. I’m hoping to do a 12 hour hold soon whilst sober though!

Walked back home soaking wet and got into the empty bath, finished up my business, and maybe got wet in more than one way..

Thank you for reading! Hoping to do these kind of stories whenever I hold, most of the time they are pretty entertaining because I have a tendency to overestimate my bladder, and not be able to hold it that long. Sober me can hold longer, be assured.

[missfangirll]

You lost your dad's body after he died??

I love that story 😅 And in my defense, not I lost him, he... was lost 🤣

I should begin with the fact that my dad was a trickster. He loved to prank people. Nothing mean, just borderline mischievous (he one day swapped my grandma's answering machine text with "I am on the toilet taking a dump and can't answer the phone", it took her weeks to realise why people were howling with laughter on her answering machine). Just to preface this whole thing..

So. when he got really sick and it was obvious he wouldn't make it much longer, we were there with him and it was really nice, he died after we left. so, at night, we got a call from the retirement home he was in that he died, and that we could visit him the next morning (Sunday) to say goodbye.

so far, so good. next morning we arrived at the retirement home, my mum, me, my dad's sister and her husband and my dad's brother with his wife. my aunts were both very devastated, naturally, but I wasn't that sad tbh, I had watched him slowly die for a decade, I was just glad it was finally over.. so we marched into the home to find the head nurse, and there the issues began

first she didn't want to say anything and was very jumpy.. "no, you can't see him right now." I was like, but you called?? last night?? and said we could??? and she was, umm, well... and then she admitted, he is not here.

"What do you mean, He Is Not Here? He can't have walked away??? (I think I asked that and at least one of my aunts broke down crying when I did ^^')

Well, after much hesitation we finally learned what had happened..

When someone dies in a retirement home you have to get the doctor on duty to confirm the death and write a death certificate. but the usual doc was not there and the substitute didn't know my dad's condition, didn't know he had an illness, he just saw "55 year old man, died after being in hospital" and checked Unnatural Cause of Death.

Which meant that, on a Saturday night, at 3am, the police came to the tiny home, declared his room a crime scene, put a note on his toe and carted him off somewhere

to where nobody knew..

which is how I spent the whole Sunday calling different police stations to find my dad. it was a weekend, which meant that only very few people were working, shifts had just ended, no one answered a phone and it was in general a nuisance

Well. I found him after a few hours, or I found a police officer who was there and said they couldn't do anything (since it was an Unnatural Death) and I had to involve The Law.. which I did. called the prosecutor and explained the issue, he said, that's ok, he will talk to the judge to speed up the process. I asked how long it would take.. ... ... ... ...

"Not more than three months."

in the end it took two days, and we were told his body actually never left town, he was brought to the nearest funeral home and left there....

so, that's the story how we lost my dad's corpse 🤣 and I am 100% sure that he somehow orchestrated this shit from Beyond 😁😁

[thebreakfastgenie]

apologies if any of these have been done already but 💥🎉🤍

Sorry for the delay, tumblr ate my response, but I got it back.

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

I had a lot of fun adapting Supernatural characters into teachers. The core teachers are the Horseman; Death is the English teach, Mr. Mort, who only assigns books related to death. Other characters are in a different English class, taught by fangirl Becky, who makes her students do fandom style homoerotic subtext analysis and honestly I still think that's hilarious now. The history teacher is War, Mr. Guerre, and he teaches exclusively about war, the bloodier the better.  In this AU, Dean and Cas meet when Cas saves him from a fight, and I wrote:  “My name is Castiel, and I am the one who just saved your ass.” And honestly I think that was pretty good, as far as AUing that line goes.  All in all, this fic (what I wrote of it) is really... prettty decent? I mean, a lot of the writing makes me cringe, but not like I expected it to. I wrote it in 2016, when I was 16.  My fic with the second-least kudos is Wake at 23, which I think is mostly because it's the most recent. I love Wake. I wrote a lot of it at 3am and I knew there were typos in it and I avoided looking at it for a couple of weeks, but when I finally did, it actually needed way less work than I thought. I basically just fixed typos and a couple sentences that didn't make sense because it was 3am but it was clear what I meant to say, and did minimal editing otherwise. I'm really happy with the writing quality on that one! 

🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)

I celebrate when I actually complete & post, which isn't often. I don't usually do much, but I do enjoy it and feel good about it. I always give myself credit! I wouldn't say I seek validation from others; I crave feedback and engagement, I want a response, but it's not validation I'm looking for. There have been a couple times I wanted to post a fic on a particular day, and for life reasons had to post things a bit rough, and I don't always give myself enough credit for finishing in those cases, but I'm working on it. Celebrating mostly looks like me sitting in my room feeling satisfied, but when I actually complete and post ghost AU I'm going to buy a bottle of wine or something. 

🤍what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?

Wake started out as kind of an exercise in deconstruction, but it became a story in its own right and I think it's better for it. The intended message of Wake was to show BJ feeling uncomfortable now that he was back in the life he'd spent so long dreaming of, feeling as though he doesn't fit, that he no longer belongs in his home, feeling distant from Peg who's the person he's supposed to feel closest to, not recognizing himself and worrying he's not the person he's supposed to be, and then showing all those feelings as being his fears, not the truth. It's all a part of his trauma and his brain is lying to him.  I said this about this fic before, but he doesn't really wake up until Peg wakes him up by joining him in the kitchen. BJ sitting alone feeling alienated is part of the nightmare. It mirrors Peg's nightmare, where he comes home but she can't recognize him (haha I totally did that on purpose....).  But there's one line in particular in this fic: BJ and Hawkeye, awake in the small hours, listening for choppers, and the war might as well have not ended at all, because not a damn thing had changed. I'm not sure people realized this was a bad thing. It's not negative on Hawkeye and BJ's friendship generally, but the point is that they have to let go of how they were during the war, if they want to wake up from the nightmare (and maybe Hawkeye already has; we don't know, because he doesn't appear here, only BJ's fantasy of him). BJ is clinging to Hawkeye as someone who understands, but he needs to let go. BJ calling Hawkeye at a normal hour to talk to his friend would be good; BJ calling Hawkeye here would be bad, and it's a good thing that he chooses not to.  I was worried about people not getting the BJ scene in hills like white elephants. I think the part where Hawkeye suspects BJ figured out what he did but they don't discuss it for safety reasons is pretty clear. I hope so. I was concerned about that scene coming off too Hawkeye/Margaret, because I was worried people would think BJ thought Hawkeye was or might have the father, or that I was implying that. I'm very much against that interpretation of the canon version of this episode, because I think Hawkeye's role is more meaningful without that implication, and I feel that way tenfold about this fic. I don't want any implication that Hawkeye gave Margaret an abortion because he was somehow involved in her pregnancy. He did it because she needed one and that's it. However, despite all my fears, no one seems to have misinterpreted that scene! What a relief!! 

[changingplumbob]

Chopra Household: Chapter 3, Part 4

The twins can now sit in high chairs! Highlights include the twins getting longer hair, a cute family picnic and someone saying their first word! It was such a fun part to play through for me 🥰

Mercedes first baby food is applesauce. She is entertained by the spoon but not for long. She dislikes applesauce! How dare mama feed her that slop! Next up, mango puree. She is unsure how she feels about eating this one but is having fun playing with it.

The whole time Mercedes was trying food I spent attempting to get Rahul to bottle feed Savannah and change her diaper. He is not on form this afternoon. Mercedes feels sleepy again so gets another cuddly nap in her parents room with Cassandra while her sister tries some food.

Rahul gets himself together and helps Savannah try her first baby food, also applesauce. He makes a very convincing food train. While Savannah doesn't dislike applesauce she is unsure about it. Next up, mashed peas. After thinking hard she accepts that she likes them, but does not love them.

Bedtime handoff, Cassandra and Rahul swap infants. Cassandra comforts Savannah, then puts her to bed. Tonight she gets a bedtime story while her sister gets a diaper change. Rahul puts Mercedes to bed, ensuring he turns on a lullaby and soothes her a couple of times.

By the time Mercedes drifts off Cassandra is halfway through dinner

Rahul: What a day

Cassandra: How are you doing?

Rahul: Coping. But I've been thinking, how would you feel about moving to Henford?

Cassandra: Moving not just visiting?

Rahul: Don't get me wrong, Willow Creek is great, but I miss it

Rahul: The rolling hills and farms still feel like home to me, I want that for our girls too

Cassandra: I've never really felt my home was any particular place

Rahul: You have nowhere you miss?

Cassandra: I know I'd miss you, and the girls, and the chickens, if I was away but not so much Willow Creek

Rahul: So we're considering it

Cassandra: Definitely, I want you happy

Rahul: I am happy

Cassandra: But you could be happier there

Rahul: Maybe, never without you

Cassandra: You're not getting rid of me, let's have a look at our finances when we've had more sleep okay? A bigger lot could be nice

When the twins have finished napping it's time to work on their movement. Cassandra and Rahul take a twin each and practice crawling. Both give it a valiant attempt but ultimately revert to crying. Learning to balance on all fours is one thing, but then moving on all fours? Ridiculous expectations.

Mercedes really doesn't see the point of crawling. Why should she when she has two parents who can carry her everywhere? Sounds to her like her parents are just lazy. Milestone sparkles begin, has she beaten her twin again? Nope. She laughs which is adorable but something her sister achieved earlier.

3am and Mecedes is awake, guess she still doesn't want to sleep through the night. Cassandra and Rahul are exhausted though so I see if this snuggly sleeper can go back to sleep by herself. Come on Mercedes, I believe in you! Third attempt is the charm and after almost 2 hours she's back to sleep.

The girls are 1 and a half by my calculations (I keep them as infants longer) so now have longer hair. We're going to do something exciting today. Mercedes realises she shouldn't have woken with the dawn after such an interrupted sleep so has a quick nap in the carrier while her parents eat.

The family has a picnic in Henford-on-Bagley! Rahul feels at home and Cassandra can see the benefits of moving here. Both adults love the outdoors, and this town feels so much more nestled in nature than Willow Creek. Yes, I think we will move here next rotation.

It isn't all cute, posed photos though, time to practice crawling again. Savannah is off to the better start, pulling herself up to all fours more easily than her sister. Sure enough the sparkles start and she has officially learned how to crawl! No stopping her now

Cassandra is having a cute cuddle when I see a new action in her queue "Dip Savannah's toes in the water" I watch with bated breath as she goes over to the pond and begins lowering Savannah in. Then she helps Savannah stand up in the water. This is great! I love discovering new things in game!

While the cute pond moment happens Rahul focuses on helping Mercedes learn to crawl. It doesn't look very successful but the sparkles start and she unlocks the crawl ability. She then indicates she wants to be picked up to go investigate what looks like a grass clump? Ladybug you just learned to crawl, you can move yourself now you know...

Back home both girls get bubble baths and milk before afternoon naps. Mercedes, determined to be ahead of her sister, carries a bubble crown from her bath with her. While they sleep Cassandra and Rahul tend to the chickens, garden and washing, feeling the most relaxed they've been this week.

It's time for the twins first finger food! First up, peanut butter puffs. Mercedes LOVES them, Savannah is unsure. While Mercedes carefully savours this delicious treat Savannah is on to trying yoghurt melts, she likes them. Also does her face say "I'm getting up to mischief" or what?

Bella: You're moving away?

Cassandra: It's the right decision for us

Rahul: It won't be right away, probably not until our next rotation

Bella: Will I see you all

Cassandra: Of course you will, we're just a loading screen away

Bella: I'd just gotten used to you being my neighbours

Cassandra: It was nice but I'm ready to spread my wings

Bella: Are you moving because of your father

Rahul: No it's not Mortimer's fault

Cassandra: Although I'd like the girls to grow up thinking he doesn't visit because of the distance as opposed to not loving them

Bella: You know I love all of you

Cassandra: Of course we know that

Bella: You'll let me visit

Rahul: You would be welcome any time

Cassandra: But if you drag father along better give us some advanced warning

Bella: Deal

Cluckton: *crows* Hear ye, hear ye! A new day is upon us. It's 5:15, get up!

The girls get to try banana slices this morning. Savannah likes them, Mercedes is unsure. Since the eggs are piling up Rahul makes eggs and toast for him and Cassandra to eat. He's a foodie so cereal isn't for him.

Savannah babbles to Mercedes who coos back. The two carry on and become good friends. Then the milestones sparkles start!

Savannah: Fun. Fun

Cassandra: Did you hear that

Rahuk: Her first word

Mercedes: *coos*

Rahul: Don't worry, you'll babble when you're ready

Cassandra: For now, you speak wail fluently

Here is where I desperately tried to have Cassandra read the infants a story. I failed. While they were content to sit on the floor she kept trying to put one in a high chair. When I cancelled the action because I wanted her to read to both, she put the book away. At least Rahul follows instructions this morning.

Mercedes is ready for a nap but wiggly Savannah still has some energy. Cassandra practices piano for the first time this week and livestreams it. To be promoted she has to reach fame level 3. Eventually Savannah wears herself out and goes to nap by her sister. So thankful the piano doesn't wake them

Previous Part ... Next Part

[dat-silvers-girl]

@adellovesrowan really started this whole Angel/Demon AU stuff and this was literally the only thing I could think of-

"Hey! Wait! Take a piece of heaven with you before you go! It'll make you happy!"

And it's strange, considering I haven't even drawn how this situation actually went down in my own Hogwarts Mystery canon.

Anyway, Sarahi is always gonna be that naive little angel that makes Rakepick SOFT. It doesn't matter what AU is being talked about LOL

[sketchguk]

Hi, friends! I can honestly say that I’ve been on Tumblr for about 9 years, but only 7 of those months have been spent on this account. Being a part of this fandom means so much to me, and as cheesy as it may be, I’ve never felt so much love from a community like this. I think that I should spread a little love back to everyone through this festive follow forever post in the spirit of the holidays (there’s also a message for my beautiful followers at the very end, so bear with me). Although I may have not spoken to you all personally, you’ve made my experience here amazing!! Whether it’s seeing you on my dash or in my inbox, you’ve all made me smile one way or another!! I’ll admit right now that I’ve sent so many anonymous messages to you all because I’m really shy, haha. Not to mention, I follow so many amazing content creators, gif/gfx makers and fic writers alike, and I want to make you smile as much as you have made me!! Y’all are so lovely, and I’m not totally sure why anyone chooses to interact with me or to follow me nonetheless. Maybe you’ve read a fic of mine, or none at all, I appreciate you all the same 💕 I know some of you may be in and out of hiatus, but just know that I’m thinking of you!! And if this is the first time you’re coming across my blog, I guess this is a good time to introduce myself. Hi, I’m Teresa. It’s nice to meet you 😄

If you’re reading this, hopefully we can chat a little more. I would love to get to know such lovely people 😊  To my beautiful mutuals, I love you all sooo much 💓 I’m not the best at expressing my feelings, but I hope that this is a start! @190713 @95swifi ✩ @alwayschoosechocolate ✩ @aureumjeon ✩ @beebopboobop ✩ @boobearcupcake ✩ @btsaremyfaves ✩ @btssmutheaven ✩ @bwiq ✩ @engeljimin ✩ @ddaengwrld ✩ @emiyooa ✩ @geniuslab 💌 ✩ @gimmeyoon (@gimmeyoon-main) ✩ @girlwiththespecs ✩ @gukgalore ✩ @gukkheaven ✩ @guktwt ✩ @hobimygs​ ✩ @hoseoknysus ✩ @idiotscalledfriends ✩ @joonary ✩ @kitsutaes (@geniusguk) 💌 ✩ @littlemisskookie ✩ @llsanjoonie ✩ @lovehrs ✩ @magicshop-myg ✩ @map-of-yoongi ✩ @maptoyoongi ✩ @mercurygguk ✩ @minflix ✩ @minlexia ✩ @minyoongsueit ✩ @mygsii ✩ @outroguks ✩ @pjmskosmos ✩ @sdmnluv ✩ @softaellie ✩ @spookitokki (@spookitokkimain) ✩ @starrytete 💌 ✩ @syugasshi ✩ @taesseok 💌 ✩ @tokyoscript ✩ @ve1vetyoongi ✩ @vminary 💌 ✩ @vtbts ✩ @vxngguk ✩ @wthkook ✩ @yourdelights 💌 If your url is bolded, scroll down for some words of affirmation. ✨ If you have an emoji (💌) next to your url, scroll down for a special message. 😇🌟  And here’s a shoutout to some of my favorite fic writers, because you all allow me escape to my happy place !! Thank you so much for contributing to the writing community !! This online space is pretty hectic, especially as of late, but you all make it worth it. Even if you’re taking a break from writing, I am here cheering you on !! And to let you know that I’ll support you no matter what. I hope you never lose your spark for passion and creativity !! Sometimes life gets the best of us, and other times, things are not in our control, but I want to send my love and appreciation to you nevertheless. Your fics have inspired me to try my own hand at writing, and I’m forever grateful ✨ You’re spectacular, every single one of you, so never forget that! Kpop isn’t that serious, but I’ll probably think about your fics until the day I die. @bymoonchild ✩ @floralseokjin ✩ @foreverpark ✩ @geniuslab ✩ @gimmeyoon ✩ @gukgalore ✩ @gukkheaven ✩ @guktwt ✩ @jamaisjoons ✩ @gukyi ✩ @kookswife ✩ @kinktae ✩ @kpopfanfictrash ✩ @minflix ✩ @mygsii ✩ @personasintro​ ✩ @prolixitae ✩ @readyplayerhobi ✩ @spookitokki ​ ✩ @ubemango ✩ @ve1vetyoongi (yee, you might see some repeats because my moots are super talented) 💖  A love letter from me to you: 💌 @geniuslab Megan !! This might sound soo sappy, but you’re the very first person I followed when I made this blog !! It’s because I’ve read all of your fics (perhaps more than once on my old account), and you inspired me to start writing as well. You have no idea how happy I was when you said you would get back into writing fics. I guess I’ll expose myself right now, but I’ve sent a few anons to you on the matter haha (yes, I am a 7 Chances enthusiast, one of many). You’re so talented, and I admire you so much 🥺 A gif maker and fic writer ?? Nothing you can’t do !! Among other things, you’re such a kind-hearted individual. I’ve read plenty of your text posts, and there’s just something so warm about the way you carry yourself. You deserve the world, and I wish for nothing but the best for you !! I hope you have an amazing new year and that you have space for peace, love, and healing. Please know that I support you through and through, and that you are well-loved ❣️

💌 @kitsutaes (@geniusguk) Yas !! I know we just started chatting, but I love getting to know you !! It’s hard for me to reach out to people because I’m shy, but I’m really grateful that you hit me up 😊 It’s been so nice getting to know you, and I hope we can get closer 💕 I’m already learning so much about you because our chats just flow from one topic to another !! You said you wanna visit new york one day, so I’ll hold you to that 😉 I’ll be your tour guide, and the only exchange I’ll ever need is your friendship !! Some dried mangoes would be nice too 😚 haha jk … unless 😳 I hope you have an amazing year filled with lots and lots of love. May you receive everything you’re wishing for !! 

💌 @starrytete Mirelle !! I’m still getting used to your new url LOL. But how could I ever forget you?? You are quite literally the human embodiment of an angel. You’re always spreading positivity, and I adore you with all my heart. I wish that I could be as radiant as you !! All the emojis that I’m using in this post?? An homage to you 🌼☀️ I don’t think I can ever look at emojis the same way thanks to you haha. Sending you lots of love!! I hope we can speak more in the future!! May the new year bring you happiness and good fortune!! Please take care of yourself, ok?! Message me whenever because my inbox is always open 🥰 

💌 @taesseok Mia !! I just love seeing you on my dash. I’ll give you a quick run down: Teresa: :[ Mia: *posts* Teresa: :] It’s like the universe knows. You’re a light in this world, and I hope you never lose your spark !! May you smile as often as I do (all thanks to you) 💗 I wish for nothing but your happiness since you deserve it and more. In fact, it’s the world that doesn’t deserve you and your sparkle !! I hope this year was rewarding for you, but I already know that 2020 will be better and better. I’ll be sending you lots of positive energy for the new year hehe 💞 Hopefully we can talk more soon !! I’d love to be friends !!

💌 @vminary Kiara !! I’m so happy that you reached out to me all those months ago because you’ve become one of my closest online friends !! I can’t tell you how much you mean to me because the limit does not exist. It’s so easy to talk to you, and sometimes our conversations are big sis/lil sis -esque (I’ve always wanted a sister lol 🐣). I feel as if we’ve taught one another so much, especially because of our cultural differences and the tiny age gap that we share. I find myself missing you because of the time zones LOL. In the middle of the day, I’m wondering whether or not you’re sleeping well :’) Why do you have to live across the world?? 😔 I would totally send you a package if I wasn’t broke haha. I’m sending you all my love here though, and I hope that’s enough !! 💛

💌 @yourdelights Destinee !! You are SUCH a sweetheart. The messages that you send me are so kind, and I don’t know what I did to deserve you. Do let me know how you stumbled across my blog because I feel like you’re way too cool for me LOL. Your posts are always so hilarious, and the tags have me dying. Your sense of humor >> !! My love for you is immeasurable, and I hope you know that, ahh. I think it was truly solidified when I found out you’re a fan of day6 and the rose :’) I’m not really a multi-stan, but from that moment on, I was sold. That was the only time my instincts did not let me down 🌹💝 I swear I’m getting introduced to new fandoms because of you haha. And when you went on a lil hiatus, I really missed seeing you on my dash !! I hope that you’ll be with us for a long time though !! I really can’t wait for what’s in store for next year, because no pressure or anything, but I’m sincerely excited for your WIPs hehe. I’m rooting for ya, so make sure you make the new year your b*tch !!  Lastly, thank you so much to my followers !! I see y’all in my activity, and I wanna let you know that I love you from the bottom of my heart !! At this point, I’m more of an update blog than a fanfic blog LOL :’) And if you follow me because you’ve stumbled through my fics, I just want to say 🤯 what?! It blows my mind that anyone reads my work, let alone enjoys it. I never would have though that I’d find solace in reading and writing considering I’m a full on STEM nerd. In conjunction with that, I literally started writing fiction 7 months ago to this day. I didn’t even realize that it would lead me to such amazing connections. With so many lovely people, popping in and out of my dashboard, inbox/DMs, and activity page, my heart b u r s t s with love!! Your interactions mean the world to me, even the most minute things like reblogs make my heart flutter. I really do check the reblogs to see if anyone has left a tag. Single words and keyboard smashes mean the world to me too !! Before I was a fic writer, I was just a silent reader. I always admired writers for the worlds they craft, the characters they develop, and the plots they devise, all for it to come together in one cohesive work of literature. Now that I have a vague understanding of what that’s like, I know that it’s nothing short of strenuous. Words are so powerful, and although I’m a really sensitive sap, I’ve read so many things that hit me to the core, and now I’m sure to tell the authors how much I enjoy their fics. If they went through hours (perhaps days/weeks/months) of drafting, writing, editing, and formatting, a quick comment from the reader really doesn’t hurt !! It’s the most rewarding thing a writer could ever ask for. As an amateur author myself, being on the receiving end is the thing that keeps me going !! I promise you, I don’t take any of it for granted. Your words seriously resonate with me, and it’s a huge motivator for me !! I hope that in the new year, I can work on new pieces for you all (as much as I don’t want to make up excuses, juggling life is not easy as a student!!) I always say that I write for myself, and as true as that is, I want to share my stories with you lovely people !! I pour my heart and soul into my work, and the build up of excitement is nothing if it means I can’t share it with someone else. So, old supporters, new supporters, look out for new content in the future. I hope you’re as excited as I am for the new year!! Please take care, y’all, and remember that I love you. My inbox is always open 💌 So let’s be friends 😇

[oceanicxeyes]

Walter knew better than to ask when Gabriel just walked passed him with a chair – although he had his own theories regarding that – but for now, he would not say a thing. It was getting late and he needed to change and leave for work. Was he anxious about leaving someone he just met all alone in his apartment? Anxious was not the word. Not like he had that many valuables to be stolen or anything –but he was concerned. Not for his own place. Not like he believed Gabriel would accidentally set the place on fire while trying to make an omelet or something… but mostly concerned about Gabriel. Would he be ok? Would he need anything? How would he feel with a roof on his head and a bed to sleep at night? Chances were he was going to pass out and rest. Heavens only knew how much rest Gabriel would need after how long many days he had spent without a proper, secure place to lay his head.

“Alright – I’m off!” Having changed his shirt and casting a glance to the bathroom door that was definitely locked with lock and chair, Walter scratched the back of his neck in a boyish manner, not really knowing how he should say goodbye. Sleep well? See you later? Goodbye? How was he going to just tell Gabriel that he was leaving in a friendly way that didn’t appear rush or detached? Maybe he was just thinking too much. Just say a damn goodbye and leave because he needed to go to work and the longer he stayed behind, the later he would be. “I hope you have a good sleep. See you when I’m back, Gabriel.” That worked right? That was a good goodbye and see you later. Not that the other man would probably be aware considering he was in the bathroom. Soon the sound of the shower would drown every other sound. What if he fell asleep on the shower over how tired he was? NOPE. He needed to go to work. Enough of this dilly-dallying. The club was as Walter expected: Crowded. Drinks were being served left, right and center as the neon lights moved around in a silent dance to accompany the techno-trance songs blasting through the speakers. On occasion, Walter paused to check his phone – to see whether or not Gabriel had texted him. He couldn’t text first since he had never asked for the man’s number… so he needed to wait. If he didn’t text, it was a good thing, right? It meant that he was sound asleep and finally getting some rest. But was he resting? Was he ok? Walter glanced at his phone again. It was past 2am and still no new messages. Yeah – Gabriel was probably asleep and finally getting the rest he needed. Just a few more hours before returning home and checking in on him. For now – more drinks! More cocktails and smiling clients that dropped the occasional flirty line that Walter smiled politely upon and moved on. No news were good news. It meant that Gabriel was definitely asleep. That was good. No need to be worried. No need to be anxious. He was ok. He was definitely ok. Nothing to worry about. It was after three am when his phone buzzed on his back pocket. Who on earth would text him at that time? What if something happened to Gabriel? Tossing the rag he was using to clean cups over his shoulder, Walter quickly reached for his back pocket to check his phone – a message from a number he did not recognize blinking on his screen. Was that Gabriel? What the hell was he doing texting him at 3am? Shouldn’t he be asleep? Did something happen? Was he ok? So many questions coming to Walter’s mind that he barely registered the speed of his fingers over the screen – texting Gabriel as fast as humanly possible. Maybe he couldn’t sleep because it was a new place for him? Shit – he should have considered that option. Maybe he should have made Gabriel some chamomile tea to help him relax before leaving.

[ TXT MSG ]: 3: 22 am Is everything ok? Do you need anything?

[ TXT MSG ]: 3:23AM Work is work. People asking for shots. Half of them drunk. Fun, right?

With clean items in hand, eyes cast to the fish tank;"Okay, so feed him now then, great I can do that." Without thinking about it, the items are set down and he walks over, ascertaining for absolute certain that Bubbleton was even awake. Common sense eluded the drifter between the lateness of the night and his own body clock. Once the fish looked to be 'awake', there's an outward not to himself internally and he's looking around the stand the fish tank is on for the fish food, maybe it had a cabinet that opened- he didn't know. Either on his own or with Walter's help the fish food would be found, and with a little hesitance, fed the fish. He still thought batman was a better name with the black and yellow ensemble, but it wasn't his.

"Ok, scratch that off the list." Hands wipe across the outer legs to remove any excess fish crumbs and then grabbed his things again. Meanwhile his roommate is running back to the bedroom to fetch a charger. "Oh sweet, that mean you got an iPhone then?? Cause if you do we can just text normally and you won't have to download the app. Just need to be on wifi, or well- I do." Politely, it's gestured to put the things on the chair, naturally he wasn't about to take the notepad and the charger into the bathroom. the joke gets less of a reaction, but a small smile lifts, it's evident he needed to shower and rest- his capacity for jokes was .. shrinking.

The instructions were.. complicated even in the simplicity. The ability to think clearly was an alarm bell he needed to stop stalling and get into the shower. "Got it." He didn't. Before feet can carry him away, Walter seems to pick up on his discomfort. Again, he swears this man has done this before- how could it be known? Was it that easy to read? Perhaps he was, this day had been one of the worst. "Right, okay. I can't promise, but I will try. Ta." An Australian thank you, he doesn't think about it- just replies and walks into.. the kitchen. Grabbing a chair, it's hoisted up above the hip and carried into the bathroom. The sheer audacity of the fact he was taking a chair into the small bathroom probably had to be one of the weirdest things his new friend likely ever saw, but it was about safety for the drifter, and the lock.. wasn't really enough for him.

The bathroom door closes and a click sounds, then the scraping of wooded chair legs as it's braced under the handle for security.. then the running water sounds. Assumption is had that Walter would do what they needed, not hang around and leave for work- not that he felt safe, the wonderment of what the other man was up too left the conscious mind. Autopilot engage, the clothes are stripped straight to the floor, and he gets into a hot shower. There's an audible sigh of relief, and emotion. Clean water pelted the face and the body, it's almost too surreal. Huge sighs, repetitive, the warmth a type of figurative blanket to finally be clean. Necessity restored, thus didn't come out for a full hour. It felt so comfortable.

Eventually, he feels clean, and carefully steps out enough to grab his towel and not get water all over the floor. Still, lots of sighing, the mirror was steamed, regardless if the bathroom had a ventilation system or not. He dries thoroughly to his usual, very specific preference, then puts on the clothing, it's not a perfect fit, but it gets the job done. Gabriel had lost quite a bit of weight over the months of being on the street, and so he's cinching the waistband to fit better. Once dressed, he's looking for the green toothbrush.."Green.. green.."

A really long time later..

Gabriel removes the chair and unlocks the door, peeking out to see if anyone was there, namely someone not Walter. He's listening, but there's nothing. It's uncomfortable to be in a unknown space in the dark, so he's felling around for light switches until he's comfortable and can see his space clearly and also to comfort a fearful mind that someone was hiding in the corner or broken in. The front door is checked, locked. If windows hadn't had their curtains or Venetian blinds closed, he'd take the opportunity to close everything or at the very least confirm. After confirmation, he'd slide onto the couch, figure out the tv and put something on and snuggle under clean, fresh linen sheets. Pure bliss, it's not even remembered what he put on, just that the volume was low enough it wouldn't disturb him and black out.

Feet are carrying him into the kitchen where the stove light was on, it's still dark outside but he's in front of the microwave making popcorn, tv rolling in the living room. While waiting for the bag, movement is in peripherals and he goes to look. What normally would be a wall was a glass sliding door that was closed. Across the way was a small field or park with fallen leaves all over the ground and a familiar woman hunched over in active wear clothing, a ponytail and a ball cap. He's bent over, hands on her knees when she looks up. She looks.. angry, very angry. That's Timothy's mom. Goosebumps rise on the arms, and he's scurrying out of view, her frame bolt and another woman appears, a friend or family member and they a yelling, throwing accusations and banging on the glass. As he bolts out of view, there's.. more sliding glass doors? The living room was suddenly much bigger with obscenely large sliding glass doors on both sides. The curtains were open, allowing his frightened frame to be seen as the angry women followed him and banged on the glass, hot breath leaving fog on the glass. Panicked, he's closing the curtains to try to regain some privacy, but everywhere he'd turn, they'd be there banging and scowling at him.

The popcorn is abandoned at one point or another, and the banging grew louder, and louder, and the repetitions increased. Were more people outside? Voices screaming on top of each other, calling him a murderer. The situation quickly grew out of control and Gabriel felt his safety was in jeopardy. Even worse, the yelling grew into moaning, guttural yelling and weird raspy noises still managing to accuse him of crime. The glass was beginning to crack, the weight of whoever or whatever was outside was caving to the pressure.

Gabriel books it to the bedroom and closes the door, panicked that the tv was still on creating noise but too afraid to go out there and shut it off with the cracking of glass so loud in his ears. He's trying to open his phone, he's trying to reach Walter to tell him to come back, people were trying to break in but Whatsapp wouldn't open. Desperate tapping, won't open.. won't open. He's on the verge of a panic attack.

Shatter!

"Where's my son!?"

The screaming parent's voice echoed down the hall where a small door was his only protection as droves of footsteps poured in...

Gabriel jolted awake with his heartbeat in his ears. Sitting up in a hurry, breath is caught in the throat and he's panicked, the chest is tight- where was he? Was this really happening? No. It was a nightmare. Checking the time he sees it's a little after 3 in the morning. Uncomfortable, he grips the sheet he'd slept with but ti doesn't make him feel secure. Gabriel debates it, and eventually caves for the need for security and goes into his friend's room and takes their blanket. It's dragged back out onto the couch, where he swaddles himself into it, and then checks in over the phone.

[TX MSG:] 3:18 am

hey hows work going?

[spilledkauffie]

Dating Bruce Wayne HCs 🦇

xFemale!Reader // I just really love my batbaby, I wrote this for comfort at 3am. Sorry, it’s a little long!

Penthouse / The Mansion — when Bruce starts dating you he very quickly offers you a key to his penthouse and the mansion. While he means it out of trust and care for you, he also means it as a form of safety. Knowing that you can find a refuge in one of his safe houses makes him feel a little more at ease when things get seriously dangerous in the city. Once or twice he’s even sent you specifically to the mansion since it’s farther away from the inner city and he knows you’ll be safest there. || “you’re sure about this?” You question, amazed that Gotham’s richest Just handed over the keys to his house, “I mean I’m absolutely flattered, but I not allowed to just come over anytime-“ // “yes, you are,” Bruce assures you, “Wayne manor is as good as yours,” he shrugs with a half smile, seeing your face, “you know Alfred always likes company too.”

↳ he also explains that he really wouldn’t mind if you spent most of you time at his place. “Are you asking me to move in?” You smile, heart racing afraid he’d say no. “I don’t mean to impose, but here’s plenty of room, I’d love to have you there, after all the place could use a woman’s touch,” he blinks lovingly. “And so could you, Master Wayne,” Alfred comments walking by.

Driving the Lamborghini — you were shocked when he let you drive after you commented how much you loved his car. “Really?” You smiled, eyebrows raised, “but what if something happens- I- I won’t try to cause anything, but just what if-“ Bruce just smiles, looking over to you from the passenger seat, “if anything goes wrong, I’ll buy a new one, okay? Don’t worry, just have some fun.”

When You Found Out — Gotham isn’t a hard place to find yourself endangered in. Therefore when the Dark Knight showed up in the nick of time you found it curious that of all the crime situations he’d save you. It all made sense however when he dropped the gravely voice to quietly ask you, “are you okay?” // it took you a moment, looking over what you could see of his face, meeting his eyes you knew exactly who it was “Bruce?!” You say shocked, but he just repeats the question softly, “y-yeah, I’m okay, a little shook up, but-” // “I’m taking you back to stay with Alfred for the rest of the night. I promise I’ll explain everything in the morning.”

Falling asleep — since Bruce is usually up all night and still manages to make himself available for any Wayne company meetings, he is tired! More often than not he’ll fall asleep during the daytime hours. || frequently, you’ll be reading on the couch and he’ll come rest his head in your lap, hooking an arm under your knee and using your thighs as a pillow, before questioning what you’re reading. When you tell him he asks you to read aloud, naturally doing so, you stroke your free hand through his hair, gently fluffing it every now and then. Eventually, you hear him softly breathing, sound asleep. Typically you’ll stop reading aloud and just let him sleep in quiet.

↳ sometimes when you had plans for a day, you opt to cancel them based on how tired he is when he gets back. Finding him in his study, practically falling asleep at his desk, you let him know you’ll be staying home. Standing next to his chair, you tenderly reach your hand across his shoulders, rubbing them, when he stirs you tell him, “What? No, but you really wanted to go-“ he starts, sitting up a little more, looking up at you sweetly. “Bruce, I just want to spend time with you,” you almost laugh at how determined he is to wear himself out, “I don’t want to exhaust you, I really don’t mind staying home, as long as you’re home.” With that he pulls you into his lap; you reach your arms around his shoulders and he nuzzles against your chest, arms snug around your waist. You don’t mind one bit that he falls asleep, you just play with the tops of his hair stroking the back of his neck, hugging him a little closer, simply glad that he’s home & safe.

Hyper-protective — naturally, Bruce is extremely protective of you. Bruce has a really good understanding of independence, but he also knows the kind of guys in the elite society of Gotham (aka the people you’ll meet at parties he’s invited to). He’s always at your side, and loves to have you at his side at all times. Someone gets a little too friendly and Bruce is phenomenal at shutting them down. Typically they’ll only verbally address you, but should they ever try anything it’s a comfort knowing Bruce could, well, kick their ass if they laid so much as a finger on you.

Parties — Bruce can always tell when you’re feeling uncomfortable in the high-class society, you start leaning into him more and more, getting gradually more clingy as the night goes on. Bruce is a master as getting out of situations with easy excuses, so when he gives ones without you having to ask you fall in love just a little bit more.

Long Nights in the Batcave — after you found out, there are some nights you just can’t sleep knowing Bruce is out there getting into Heaven knows what kind of danger. Alfred often finds you sitting up in the Batcave with a hot cup of tea or sometimes coffee, so you can stay awake. Alfred’s become you buddy at staying up, most of the time, rarely he calls it a night, but when he does it’s usually because Bruce told him it was going to be an easy mission or it was just investigative. Alfred asks if you’re going to retire as well, “I know he would want me to just go to bed and not worry,” you admit, pulling your knees into yourself more, “but I just can’t help but worry about him.” Alfred watches you keeping a keen eye on the the tracking screen, “I know what you mean, I’m glad he’ll have someone much prettier to come back to now though.”

↳ when Bruce finds you sitting alone in the Batcave upon his return, he’s both relieved to see you and mildly frustrated that you didn’t get any sleep all thanks to him. “I thought you said you were going to try and get some sleep,” he calls to you, slipping off the mask as he makes his way over to you. “I was just worried,” you say in a small voice, sniffling, pressing the tea cup closer to your chest, in an attempt for some warmth in the cave. Sighing quietly, Bruce looked you over, “you should head upstairs, you’re freezing, I can tell.” Despite his efforts, you tell him you’ll wait until he’s ready too. So, Bruce wraps the heavy velvet cape around your shoulder in the meantime.

Aftercare — unlike some heroes, Bruce has the scars to prove it. He comes home bruised, bleeding, sometimes worse. You do everything you can to help with his injuries, even if that means just holding an icepack to the middle of his back. // Sitting on the edge of the bed, Bruce rests his forearms on his thighs, bending over slightly as you gently press the ice filled bag to his raspberry tinted shoulder. When he grumbles at the cold, you whisper "sorry" stroking up and down his bicep with your free hand as you pepper kisses across his back. Bruce takes your hand in his, turns to kiss your knuckles, and whispers against your skin, "thank you, somehow it feels better with you."

Aftermath — Bruce is usually a little more clingy after a serious fight with some injuries. He's thinking about what he could have lost, you, and if you'd lost him how guilty he would feel knowing he left you alone. Typically he also takes a night or two off, to recover, in which you can actually have some normalcy (save for him going down to the Batcave) in life. You stay with him in bed while he sleeps in, cuddling him until he wakes up and even then. You also help Alfred make him breakfast in bed, so he can take it easy for just a little while longer. // When it's really bad, you even take off work to stay with him. Combing his hair out of his face, you're the first thing Bruce wakes up to, "hey,. . .aren't you supposed to be downtown?" he asks, still groggy. "I took a few days off," you explain. "Did you tell him you were nursing Batman back to health?" He laughs. "No," you sigh, "I told him Bruce Wayne would buy out his business if he didn't give me two days off," you smile. "Oh, that makes things much easier then," Bruce kisses your wrist smiles up at you.

Batman voice — it has definitely happened once or twice, where Bruce will accidentally use the "Batman voice" on you, not even in arguments, but just in everyday things. Smiling widely after he address you with it, you turn with your hands on your hips, "did you just use your batman voice on me?" you nearly laugh, "what. . . no," he tries to cover up. "You totally did!" You laugh this time. "No-" but before he can finish his sentence you're already mimicking his batman voice standing in your most macho stance, walking towards him between giggles, "alright, alright," Bruce grabs you by the waist, pulling you close, "it just slipped out."

Daytime Sex — since he's preoccupied during the night (or at least most nights), Bruce usually manages to steal you away from whatever you're doing for awhile. He starts out fairly subtle, coming up behind you whilst you're working on your laptop, he moves your hair to one side and begins kissing the side of your neck softly. "Mmm, hi," you giggle, biting in your lower lip. "Hi," he noses your hair, "how busy are you?" You smile, looking over your shoulder as his hands slip down your sides, "how busy do you want me to be?" He pulls back, "with work? Not very. With me? Very." Naturally he sweeps you off your feet to the bedroom, or at least a bedroom when you're at the manor.

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i wanna be yours : pt.2

summary : reader realises that maybe she made a mistake

warnings : just more angst. reader being sad.

words : 1.5k

a/n : hopefully this is up to par, i'll post the next chapter of celestial tonight after i finish work, i hope you enjoyed. lmk if you wanna be added to this series taglist?

also i promise druig will be in it soon!

Part 3

You’d started talking to Druig less and the pain was almost unbearable as you saw him with Makkari more and more, it’s started with small things like sitting on your own rather than right next to him or shrugging his arm off your shoulder when it undoubtedly found it’s way there during a meeting.

You couldn’t fully tell whether he’d begun to notice or not, after all his attention seemed to stray elsewhere so you assumed not. A part of you, the part that still wanted to stay as close to Druig as possible and dot on his every need, ached for him but you knew it was probably for the best.

It was when began to decline his offers for a late night walk that he’d begun to notice, you’d once told him that they were your favourite part about your day so for you to suddenly say you were too tired or that you didn’t want to didn’t sit right with him. He didn’t know whether to ask you or not, he knew deep down he should and maybe you could explain to him what he’d done to make you upset with him because if there's one thing he hates it’s disappointing you, not that he’d ever admit it out loud.

He didn’t end up asking, and after you’d stopped sneaking to his room at night to sleep, he knew whatever friendship you two had once shared was no more. You no longer cared for him and he would just have to live with that fact, no matter how painful it was to believe.

—

Since the events in Tenochtitlan you hadn’t seen much of your eternal brothers or sisters which steadily helped heal the gaping hole in your heart not having to look at him everyday. You were just upset you’d be losing everyone you’d ever cared about in the process.

Therapy helped, you’d never believed in it before, having a mind reader as an ex best friend you never really needed to speak about your feelings as openly. You hated the notebook the most, you always felt you were saying the wrong thing the minute her pen hit the paper and it was those times you wondered why you bothered going to these sessions.

After much deliberation one friday night, over a bottle of wine and pizza fresh from the takeaway around the corner, you’d realised that it was the company you enjoyed more than the actual therapy. Not that you hadn’t tried making new friends, it’s just no one quite lived up to the person you had before.

As much as you loved the humans and admired them greatly, you just found them a bit boring, you didn’t usually have much in common with them. You’d saved entire villages, viewed mountains from above, seen the beginning and end of centuries. They just didn’t live up to what you needed and so you decided to ditch the idea all together and hire someone to listen to you which had seemed like a great idea at first, it actually ended up being your worst idea as you spent most of your nights drinking your way to the bottom of a bottle and passing out at 3am most of the time.

Whilst it was consistent, it wasn’t exactly healthy.

The only person who had even bothered to check on you since you’d all gone your separate ways was Makkari, it surprised even you when she turned up at your door asking to hang out. At first you were obviously confused but then she told you that Druig had told her you were the next best person to be around apart from him, of course, and whilst her statement made your cheeks flush you were still very and extremely confused.

It would seem that Druig not only didn’t want to see the other eternals again but he also didn’t want any contact with them whatsoever, Makkari had also become lonely sitting all alone day after day in the Domo. You’d felt bad for and invited her to come in and watch a movie, her face lit up and she immediately began nodding her head with a wide smile. You ushered her up the stairs to my apartment and popped some popcorn in the microwave as Makkari had made herself comfortable on your pull out sofa bed, scrolling through Netflix on your tv.

“Would you like some wine?” you signed, she just shook her head with a silent laugh,

I don’t drink and drive. You giggled slightly at her, pursing your lips and pouring yourself a glass big enough for the both of you and taking your place next to the speedster on the bed.

You weren’t quite sure what she’d put on, some documentary about the ocean you’d assumed but your mind would never be able to fully focus on the films.

Makkari came to visit regularly after that day and you grew excited as time passed knowing that you’d be in her company again soon, you couldn’t recall the reason you two never became friends and whilst you knew it had a lot to do with the black haired friend you both had shared at the time, you also had never bothered to spark up a conversation with her sooner but you wish you had because then you would’ve figured out just how much you actually liked Makkari.

It wasn’t until a few weeks into your new found routine that his name was finally brought up, you knew it would happen at some point but we’re still caught of guard when it did, Makkari signing his name without a second thought as she recalled memories from times you’d sooner rather forget.

I get why Druig likes you so much. Your breath hitched slightly in your throat at her words because even though you were on the subject you hadn’t thought you’d be brought into it, you eyes her questioningly as you wondered what she was leading to,

“He never liked me, Makkari, he just liked ordering me around and knew that I’d do it no matter what.” Her eyebrows furrowed as she frantically began to shake her head,

No Y/n, Druig has always liked you? He told me about the late night strolls you’d take and how you always picked him a flower from the village on your way back.

There was silence for a short while as you processed the new information, your mind racing frantically as you tried so hard not to believe in the words she’d told you. Druig always acted as though he never cared much for your walks, always complaining how cold it was at night and suggesting you take up a morning stroll instead but you argued that it was more peaceful at night and that you slept better afterwards. Then it was never mentioned again, he never complained about the cold and started to bring a spare jacket for when you undoubtedly got cold on the way back, you always gave him a flower in return.

Now you think back on it, if you recalled all of you memories with Druig only one of them caused you pain to think of. The night you’d run off and the last night you’d properly spoken to him. Maybe you’d gotten too caught up in Ajaks words to actually sit down and think about them, she’d never actually told you to stop speaking to Druig, everything that had happened that night was because of you.

Your chest began to tighten as the idea of you being the reason everything between you and Druig had gone sour, if you’d just approached the situation more rationally and confronted him about your feelings then you would have spared yourself from centuries of heartbreak.

You felt sick and instantly sprung onto your feet making a beeline for your bathroom and emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl, you didn’t know if it was from all the wine that you’d drunk or just from the thought of-

Even the thought of it caused your stomach to turn. You felt a small and gentle hand place itself on your lower back, rubbing in small circles as Makkari’s other hand came up to hold your hair. She was too nice, and you’d thought you’d hated her for a while.

“I’m okay.” You whimpered out, she just gave you a sympathetic smile as she handed you a wad of toilet paper to clean your face,

You’re lying but that's okay, we don’t have to talk about him anymore, I can tell it still pains you. Though you appreciated the gesture you shook your head, finally rising to your feet as you quickly washed your hands,

Leaning against the doorframe you pondered your next words carefully, part of you wanted to never hear his name again and another part wanted to finally get all the weight off of your chest so you decided to do just that. You turned to Makkari with a saddened smile on your face.

“I think I need to.”

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[tteokggukk]

waiting game → jjk | ✏️ eighteen: back to square one

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It’s been over a year since you last visited his place.

The last time you were here, Jungkook was just minutes away from turning of age. Both of you were equally nervous at the time—him being tense about the hint for the soulmate mark that was supposed to appear, and you feeling frantic over finally confessing your feelings for him. By the end of the night though, neither ended well: Jungkook found no mark and you were later on rejected by him, and since that incident you swore you’d never come back to this place, that you wanted nothing to do with him, and that you’d stop all contact and cut him out of your life.

And yet here you were, back at Jungkook’s apartment.

It’s funny, you thought for sure being back here would bring back that miserable and embarrassing night, but instead you were hit with a wave of nostalgia and a certain warmth in your chest that you haven’t felt in a while. Before anything else, this place has always been your safe space, and the stronger memories of you being happy here definitely outweighed that one horrible night.

Looking around, you found yourself amused with how little has changed— the collection of speakers he had were still kept on the same shelves, his collection of blank canvases that were stacked up on one side of the room, and the old frames of your pictures together were still hung up on his wall. A smile crept up on your lips as you walked slowly, staring at each frame carefully and recalling each event preserved in those shots.

Somehow, although he was only footsteps away in his kitchen cooking up ramen for you two to share, you missed him.

Even though you and Jungkook were slowly patching things up and going back to the way things used to be, it still doesn’t change the fact that a long time has passed since you two had been left alone together in close quarters. Sure, you two were talking a lot more now and you both have gone out together, but conversations held through texts and hangouts held in public were far more different than spending time indoors with just the two of you.

Minutes later, Jungkook came back holding a tray with two bowls and a potful of ramen. As he sets the tray down in front of you for you two to share, you felt your phone buzzing endlessly in your pocket. Not even seconds later, Jungkook’s own phone starts buzzing continuously.

For the vast majority of the time, you both spent the hours talking about your plans for the showcase with only minor attempts at small talk and jokes. As expected, your conversations were filled with nervous laughter and a few awkward silences, but at least you two had more progress with your plans. You tried practicing a few songs together, but eventually you both agreed that none of the songs you had done so far made enough impact. When you ran out of ideas, Jungkook proceeded to make more lists of song suggestions for your performance, and when he ran out of ideas, you went ahead and made your own lists.

Two hours later, you had about twenty lists—all of which were made to avoid more small talk.

Jungkook stared at the lists scattered all over his coffee table without blinking. You were sprawled out on his couch while he was slumping on the floor, his back against the couch. You were both clearly burnt out with twenty lists but still zero choices. He lets out a sigh and shakes his head, catching your attention.

“Are you hungry?” Jungkook shifts his gaze from the papers to you, his bright, doe-eyes meeting your tired ones.

“Kind of,” You sat up straight and hugged your knees, “Are you?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook stands up from the floor, dusting off the back of his pants as he got up, a joking smile on his face, “Do you wanna eat some ramen?”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. You just had ramen with him two hours ago, and he had six cups of ramen while he stayed up with you last night. How much ramen could this boy actually eat? “I’m sorry, Hoseok told me to say no when a guy asks me that,” You joked, faking a sad expression on your face.

Jungkook raises a brow and flops himself on the couch to sit across from you, crossing his arms, “You didn’t say no to me last night.”

“Well now I am.”

“That’s not fair,” Jungkook’s let’s out a laugh, causing his body to lean forward as before turning himself to face you, “Ramen’s all I have.”

“Why am I not surprised?” You shook your head, your eyes crinkling as you laughed. You couldn’t see it, but the sight of your laughter brought out Jungkook’s adoring stare. Feeling proud of himself, it felt like a big achievement getting you to laugh like that for the first time tonight, as if he had just broken an invisible barrier between you two. He missed all of it—he missed the sound of your laugh, being able to get close to you, hanging out with you like this. Just like the old times.

Jungkook smiles and looks away, afraid you’d catch him staring at you before getting off the couch, “I’m kidding. Of course I’ve got other food.”

“You do?” You asked tauntingly.

“Of course I do, I’m friends with Jin. Come on, let’s go have dinner.”

Without a moment’s thought, Jungkook holds his hand out to take yours. The moment your hands meet, a heavy beat begins drumming in your ears, taking you a second to realize that it was the sound of your own heart that you could hear as it did several leaps in your chest. While Jungkook led you to his kitchen where you two decided to cook something up together, you tried your best not to seem at all fazed as you kept a neutral face. When he eventually had to let go of your hand, a part of you wanted to hold onto that warmth, but you tried to push the thought away.

Although you initially came over to talk about what your plans were for the showcase, it now seems as if you two had no further plans to discuss anything. It was already eleven at night, but neither of you appeared to be aware of it as you were cuddled up underneath the sheets while watching old reruns of a TV show you and Jungkook both loved. You had no idea how you ended up lying this close next to him—there must’ve been something in the food he had cooked up that somehow made you two lose any form of awkwardness between each other. Jungkook had to thank Jin later for the recipe.

“Look, it’s the part where they’re trying to pivot the couch,” Jungkook laughs as he points to the screen, his hand squeezing on your shoulder to get your attention while your head rested on his arm.

You didn’t bother to look. It was a scene you’d already watched countless times to cheer you up months ago. Instead, you looked up to see Jungkook, his face illuminated by the light coming from the television and a table lamp. You could feel his chest vibrating while he laughed, your temple resting on him made it easy for his deep chuckle to send vibrations through you. From where you were, his lashes looked much longer. His eyes were all crinkled from laughing and his mouth was curled up, showcasing the mole underneath his lips. The proximity between you two was so close, the scent of his freshly laundered clothes was enough to embrace you.

He’s so pretty.

He was all you wanted to stare at, but your eyes were beginning to betray you as you felt your own lids getting heavier and heavier. Staying up last night was a terrible idea after all, and though you wanted to stay up longer to be here with him, your body couldn’t help but melt into the soft mattress. Jungkook’s arm around you wasn’t helping you to fight the urge to stay up, either.

It took a while for Jungkook to hear it, but later on he began to notice the sound of soft snores next to him, only for him to find you all dozed off on his arm. Nervously, he debated whether or not he should get his arm off and wake you up to bring you home. But, as he mentally went back and forth trying to decide on what he should do, he instead found himself studying your features and smiling to himself at the sight of how peaceful you looked.

It would be a crime to disrupt your sleep, he thought.

Tucking strands of your hair behind your ear, he let himself have a few moments to cherish the little details on your face before turning the television off and slowly covering you two with a blanket.

-

You were having such a good night’s rest, until you tried shifting your position as you slept—on your waist was a slight weight that held you close and left you unable to move.

As your eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room, all you could see was Jungkook sleeping soundly in front of you. Trying to ignore the dangerously erratic beating in your chest, you attempted to level your breathing so as to not wake him up. All the tiredness you had felt earlier were all gone now, you were fully aware of Jungkook’s face just being several inches from yours while his arms kept you close in front of him.

You couldn’t lie, there was a small urge to caress his cheek until you heard the sound of your phone buzzing from behind you. Carefully, you reached out for your phone which thankfully was only inches away from your head.

Was it actually 3am?

“Who is it?”

The sound of Jungkook’s sleep-filled voice causes you to freeze, making you drop your phone on your face.

“Oh shoot, sorry,” He apologizes, bringing his palm to your cheek in an attempt to soothe the minor pain caused by the drop of your phone screen, “Didn’t mean to surprise you.”

“I’m okay, did I wake you?” You asked softly, noticing how his eyes were still squinted as he tried to open them fully.

“No, don’t worry,” Jungkook grins sleepily, “What time is it?”

“It’s 3am,” You told him.

“Oh.”

Reality began sinking in as you realized you were still here and it was this late. You knew he was too nice to wake you up, which is probably why you were still at his place. You began to mentally prepare yourself saying goodbye to him at this hour. Expecting Jungkook to get up, he moves the arm resting on top of you, setting you free from his being held into his arms. You tried to shift to the other side of the bed to get off, but Jungkook reaches for the lamp instead of getting up.

“Want me to turn this lamp off?” He asks, “I didn’t turn it off earlier in case you woke up and needed it.”

“What?” Your eyes narrow as you look back at him over your shoulder.

“What are you doing? Come back,” He almost pouts. His voice was too raspy for your own good, you knew you would do about anything he asked you to right now. He could even ask you to clean his bathroom at this hour and you’d probably do it.

Jungkook, probably half-awake, places his hand on your waist. This prompts you to move closer to him and back to your old position where you were facing him. He hums to himself when he’s got his arms wrapped around you again, but you tried to knock some sense into him.

“Jungkook, it’s late,” You whispered.

“I know,” he hums, his eyes almost shut.

“I should leave.”

Now his eyes were wide open. He lets out a small sigh as he finally meets your gaze, “Do you actually think I’m going to let you leave at this hour?”

“I don’t wanna inconvenience you or anything—“

“You never do. what would inconvenience me is you losing sleep when you could be resting right now,” He tells you softly as he closes his eyes. You don’t say anything, only staring at him as you were at a loss for words. When he doesn’t hear anything from you or feel your body relax so you could go back to rest, he extends his arms towards you to bring you closer to him.

“Just go to sleep. I’ll drive you home first thing in the morning if you really wanna go home,” he says, finally shutting his eyes. It takes you a second before you finally give in and bring your arms around him. Smiling to yourself, you snuggle your face into his chest and silently pray he doesn’t feel the heat building up on your cheeks. Once he was sure you’ve relaxed, Jungkook turns off the lamp and brings his hand to gently stroke your hair, only going back to sleep once he hears your soft and peaceful snores again.

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– fic type: social media au, soulmates au

– pairing: jungkook x reader

– genre: ex-friends to lovers, humor, crack, fluff, angst, slow burn

– warnings: explicit language

SYNOPSIS: in a world where everyone finds a unique connection to their soulmate once they turn of age, y/n can’t seem to figure out her clue. after desperately staying up all night to find one, y/n decides to rest and write down her list of groceries on her arm, ultimately giving up on finding a clue along with the whole idea of soulmates. that is, until jungkook wakes up to a whole list of poorly written ingredients scribbled all over his own arm.

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[wolffe-simp]

A Clones Padawan (18+)

Another 3am piece of work

Pairing: Reader x Wolffe

Warnings: Smut, established relationship, creeping around, marking, Dom!Wolffe, V in P, unprotected, Wolffe wanting to be a baby maker, Jealous!Wolffe

Wolffe can't control himself when someone tries to flirt with his Padawan.

The music seeped into the body of the female as she danced to the beat, her very being trembling with the vibration of the speakers. While her skills for graceful movements were usually used in lightsaber training with her master and other Jedi, (Y/N) enjoyed the rare moments where she got to dance and let go, to be herself in one single moment.

After many weeks spent on the battlefield, the Padawan of Plo Koon just wanted to enjoy a night out with her clones. Sinker and Boost had "persuaded" her to tag along, telling her that the whole squad, including Commander Wolffe were going to be there. The thought of her Commander, her secret clone boyfriend, giving into the pestering of his brothers had made her giggle to herself, telling her friends that she would see them later on. Moments of self enjoyment were rare but getting to spend time with her Commander were even rarer. She had spent the rest of the day picking out the perfect outfit, fixing her hair and applying the right amount of make up to try and drive Wolffe mad.

Her mission to tease her Commander was what had led her to the dance floor, moving her hips to the beat. She threw her hair over her shoulder, sparing a glance to the table where the Wolfpack usually occupied. Most of the lads were locked in conversations with clones from other squads that had decided to join them. Yet he sat there, eyes transfixed on her figure, fingers tightening around the glass in his hand, imagining her body beneath the dress that hugged her features. She made eye contact with Wolffe, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue as she threw him a wink. She watched his jaw tighten, trying to keep himself composed, not wanting his brothers to take notice of his slowly crumbling composure. There was nothing in this galaxy as beautiful as her, the second his general had introduced her to the pack, he had been transfixed by her sheer beauty. A goddess that had somehow fallen as deeply in love with him as he had with her, the fact that only he got to hold her, please her, made flames of arousal spread through his veins.

The music changed to a low song, causing her to let out a small breathless laugh. She moved away from the dance floor, heading to the bar to order herself a drink before she returned to her squadron. As she leaned against the bar, the air rippled around her, the force alerting her of the presence that appeared by her side. Slowly, she turned her head to face the person, raising a thin eyebrow at the man in the seat next to her. He wasn't a clone, that was for sure, from what she could see, he was a green, plump male of a race unknown to her and looking her up and down with dark beady eyes.

"Hello beautiful, can I buy you a drink?" He tried to purr at her, the words only coming out as slurred syllables.

"No thank you, I can buy my own," She replied as the bartender brought her, her drink.

She picked it up, moving to make a quick get away when the man suddenly took her by the wrist, jerking her in his direction. She leaned away in disgust as he leaned towards her, his breath stinking of both alcohol and rotten fish.

"Just one, little drink." He insisted.

"I said no, now release me." She snapped in return.

Before he could say anymore, the man was suddenly ripped away from her and slammed against the side of the bar. Wolffe practically growled and he held the man by his shirt, eyes alight with pure, burning fury.

"She said no, take the hint or you'll be swallowing your teeth." Wolffe snarled lowly. "Do. You. Understand. Me?"

The man was whimpering in the presence of the clone commander, intimidated by the sheer anger radiating from him. He couldn't find his voice, so nodded quickly, letting Wolffe know that he more that understood what would happen if he bothered you again. Wolffe slammed him into the bar again for one final measure before letting him go, watching the man stumble into the small crowds of clones scattered around. A few had seen the transaction and glowered at the man, while a few others came to the aid of their vod and led the man outside, likely to follow through with Wolffe's threat or to intimidate the man enough to ensure he never came back.

Wolffe was still shaking with rage, his hand clenching and unclenching by his sides. (Y/N) reached out a hand to rest on his arm but he recoiled from the touch and stormed outside. Worried that she had done something wrong or that he was going to get himself in trouble, the Padawan put her drink down and raced after him, wanting to make sure he was okay. She followed him a few blocks away from the club before he stopped, allowing her to catch up with him, his back still turned to her. Once she finally reached him, he suddenly grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the closest alley, pinning her to a wall.

"Wolf-"

His name barely left her lips before her was silencing her with his mouth, hot and heavy. She whined softly into the kiss, eyes fluttering close as her hands fisted into the material of his shirt, pulling him closer. The kiss was rough and intoxicating, arousal sparking in the pit of (Y/N)'s stomach. They were lost in each other, both we desperate to have the other, especially after not being able to alone for so long. But after her display and the audacity of that drunkard trying to take what belongs to the commander, the dam finally broke, their self control giving way to the need to feel the others body against their own. After a moment, Wolffe pulled away, dark eyes taking in the red, kiss swollen lips of his precious Padawan. She was breathless, panting softly with parted lips, making the Commander smirk down at her. His large hands stroked down her sides, sliding down to her backside so he could lift her up, giving her a moment to wrap her legs securely around his waist.

Normally, Wolffe would want to take things slow, to show (Y/N) how much he loved her, to tease her until she was begging for him to take her. But something feral had taken over him, making him want to do nothing more than fuck his love until she was screaming his name, until she was filled to the brim with his seed. The thought of her carrying his child suddenly crept into his mind, enticing a low, rumbling growl from the depths of his chest. His lips moved to her neck, biting harshly into the skin as he pressed his body into hes, his arousal grinding against her core.

The feeling of him grinding against her made her moan wantonly, her hands reaching down to push down his pants, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her. He groaned when he felt one of her hands slip past the waistband of his blacks, slender fingers wrapping around the hardened flesh of his manhood, stroking along his length for a few seconds before pulling him from his confinements. There was no slow burn, no teeth rotting romance, no dirty talk, no pleading, only one simple need.

She gasped, hand gripping his shoulders when she felt him push her panties to the side, giving himself access to her core. For a split second, he ran his manhood through her fold, allowing her juices to slick him up but to also give her a moment to back out. Instead, she pulled him into a seering kiss, whimpering as he slammed into her with one powerful thrust. He didn't wait for her to adjust, simply pressed her further into the wall, pulling almost all the way out before surging back into the depths of her sex.

She cried into his mouth, allowing him to swallow her noises of pleasure as he continued to slam into her, her legs tightening around his waist to draw him in more. Wolffe groaned, finger digging harshly into her hips as he took her, bruising her with the mark of his fingertips. (Y/N) pulled away from the kiss to bury her head in his neck, growing more vocal as began to thrust faster, plunging into her even harder.

He could feel her walls trying to clamp around him every time he went to pull out, felt them quiver in excitement when he brushed against them to seek out the spot that would make her scream. She was practically sobbing against him, feeling him fill her like no other, feeling the jab of his manhood against the entrance to her womb. The heat inside her was growing, building into a raging fire, growing hotter with every thrust. The alley echoed with the sound of skin slapping against the skin, the sinful voices of their pleasure bouncing off the walls and fading into the night. Both could feel themselves growing closer to their releases, it had been so long since they had done this that it was almost impossible for them to hold on for much longer. (Y/N) could feel the falter of Wolffe's hips, his movements becoming erratic. Wolffe slipped a hand between them, fingers circling her clit and making her keen. He toyed with the bundle of nerves, feeling her tighten around him like a vice, making it harder for him to push deeper into her. She felt his lips on her neck, feeling his teeth sink into her tender flesh, the pain and the pleasure making her cry out as the fire inside her erupted. Her insides quivered around him as he continued to fuck into her, riding her through her climax until he buried himself as deep inside her as possible, spilling his seed into her awaiting womb.

They stood there, panting softly as they basked in each others presence and the aftermath of their releases. (Y/N) left soft kisses along the length of his neck whole Wolffe ran his hands soothingly up and down her sides.

"I should try and make you jealous more often if this is what happens." She mumbled into his skin.

Wolffe chuckled softly, turning his head to place a gently kiss against the side of her head.

"I'll just have to start punishing you Mesh'la."

His words made her moan at the image of being punished, not realising how enticing the idea sounded until now.

Wolffe pulled out of her, setting her down gently before tucking himself back into his pants. They made themselves look more presentable before leaving the alleyway, making their way back towards the barracks and the Jedi Temple, both feeling more relaxed.

"You know I love you right?" (Y/N) suddenly blurted out, the scene of the creepy guy playing on her mind.

"Yeah, I know and I love you too."