#if you need to head to bed do that for me kay? 💕

[peachsukii]

₊✩‧₊⇢ had a depressive episode yesterday and just whipped this up to feel better. a little selfshipy but is suitable for anyone 💕

『 ෆ k.bakugo x fem!reader 』

“C’mere already,” Katsuki calls from his bed, arms outstretched as he lays on his back. “I’m not gonna ask again.”

You comply, stalking over from the doorway and crawling across the sheets into his embrace, face snug against his chest. He sighs into your hair, planting a few soft kisses onto the top of your head.

“Ya look like you needed some love, peach.”

It’s almost scary how well Katsuki can read your emotions. You hadn’t even told him that you were feeling down, he just knew by your mannerisms.

“How’d you know?” You ask sheepishly. You’d gotten to his apartment a few hours ago…how’d he read you so quickly? Well, it could have been that you showed up in sweatpants and his hoodie - your go-to comfort, low energy outfit.

“I jus’ do. ‘S like a sixth sense.”

“That’s for ghosts, dummy,” you giggle while idly fiddling with the material of his shirt.

You can practically hear the grin in his reply. “Got ya ‘ta laugh, didn’t it?” He gives you a light squeeze and kisses your forehead.

How can two people be so connected? It often left you wondering how you’ve gotten so lucky to have someone like Katsuki around, let alone adore and love you with his entire being.

“Any dinner requests?” He asks, shaking you out of your train of thought. “Y’gotta be hungry, I haven’t seen ya eat all day.”

You pull back from his embrace and pinch his cheek, bringing your lips to his for a gentle kiss. “Oh, is Chef Bakugo taking requests now?”

“Not if you’re gonna heckle me about it. And it’s Chef Dynamight, get it right!” he retorts with a huff.

“Whatever you were gonna make, I’m fine with.”

Katsuki sits up, releasing you from his hold and scoots to the edge of the bed. He motions for you to follow him.

Once the two of you are in the kitchen, he grabs you by the waist and tugs you over to an empty section of the countertop. Effortlessly, he picks you up and sits you on the marble. Katsuki shimmies between your legs, one hand on each thigh as he graces you with a sweet smile - a rare sight.

“Ya don’t gotta do anythin’, sweets. Your job is to look pretty while I cook for you, ‘kay?” He gives you a quick peck on the lips and pats your thighs before turning toward the cabinet to grab his cutting board and spices.

For the next hour, you silently watch Katsuki prep dinner for the two of you. He’s decided to make a chicken curry, one of your favorites, all from scratch. He’s got the sauce simmering on the stove while cutting up the vegetables and potatoes. You’ve tucked your legs up to your chest, resting your head on your knees as you watch him in his element, bouncing between tasks without breaking his concentration. Before Katsuki tosses the peppers he’s cut into the pot, he pops a small piece into his mouth and offers you one as well. You take it from him without hesitation - he loves to have you taste test and sample anything involving his cooking, even if it’s just a simple bell pepper.

After another 15 minutes passes, the ding! of the rice maker signals that everything is ready to eat. You slide off the counter and skip over to grab plates when Katsuki scoops you up by the waist from behind, bunching the hoodie up your midsection.

“Oh no ya don’t! Sit your stubborn ass down an’ let me get it.”

You sigh in defeat, closing the cabinet as he whisks you out of the kitchen and plops you onto the couch in the living room. Within a few minutes, Katsuki reappears with two full plates of curry. He sets them both on the coffee table and turns to grab the blanket off the back of the couch, unfolding it to drape over your legs.

He does a double take around the room while grabbing the TV remote. “Need anythin’ else, baby?”

You shake your head, responding with a soft “no.”

Katsuki joins you under the blanket and hands you your plate from the table. He settles in next to you, turning on a mindless reality show before kicking his feet up on the table and leaning into you - blissfully sinking into the cushions.

“This shit is so fuckin’ stupid, but it’s fun to hear the wild commentary you do,” Katsuki quips with a laugh. “Like how the fuck do these people even breathe on their own?”

“Beats me, and yet they’re richer than we’ll ever be,” you joke, digging into your curry with a satisfying hum.

Katsuki kisses you on the cheek before returning to his curry, fascinated with the stupidity of the reality show. He knows you’re thankful, never expecting a verbal ‘thank you’ in times like these. Your smile and laugh, along with the return of the twinkle in your eyes, was enough for him.

💥 tags; @slayfics ✨

[squinch-depraved]

Thinking of Schlatt and mutual masturbation/phone sex. Thinking about him just moaning into your ear from the other side of receiver and talking you through it while also getting off 💕💕💕

i like this. short but sweet hopefully :3

"'s okay if you don't wanna doll," schlatt's voice rang through the speaker pressed to your ear. "i've got plenty of pictures of you i can use."

you shook your head, forgetting he couldn't see you, and jumped onto your bed. "nono, i wanna!" you assured him as you got comfy. "it's just new, that's all."

he didn't speak, leaving you to babble on. "i'm down for- for whatever you want, i promise. i just don't know what it is you want from me yet," you rambled.

"touch yourself, doll," he ordered you simply, voice gravelly. he waited for you to do so, listening carefully for the small whimper that left your lips before beginning to stroke his cock. his eyes and yours fluttered closed at the same time, thousands of miles apart, and he grunted when you mewled into your phone's mic. "you bein' a good girl for me?"

you moaned at his words, rubbing circles into your clit as you pictured how hot he must look at his desk right now. "i'm being so good for you, j, promise," you crooned. "just wish it was your fingers instead of mine."

he groaned desperately and you could just see him bucking his hips up into his hand. "need more noise from you, toots. 's all i got right now," he instructed. you obeyed, not holding anything back, and continued producing lewd wails, crying out his name as you wished more than anything he could be here with you.

the sounds he let out were surely ones that he wouldn't let anyone else alive hear him make; only you could draw these low, frenzied moans from him. you knew this and appreciated it for what it was: him being absolutely whipped for you.

"i-i'm getting close, j," you said airily.

"me too, doll, c'mon, keep goin'. finish with me," he whined, impatient from not having you on his cock like he wanted. the two of you continued, panting and writhing, craving only each other until you cried out and gasped, unable to catch your breath for a few moments as your orgasm crashed through you. "yeahhh, attagirl, toots!" he praised you before sighing an, "ahh, fuck," and spilling all over his stomach, staining his plain black shirt.

"we gotta do that more often," you murmured hazily.

"yeah, we do, doll. it was great. you should go to bed though, 'kay? i'll call you in the morning," he agreed lovingly. you protested for a moment before he convinced you and hung up. it wasn't long before he sent you a selfie of his thick, leaking, red cock, still standing at attention against his torso and cum-stained shirt. you groaned, insatiably horny for him, and threw your phone down. there was no way you could sleep now.

[helloiamadrawer]

Goku/Reader Fluff and Comfort Hc's

Big sweet saiyan loves to cuddle after a hard day of training (ofc he's going to wash up first before he hops into bed with you) and he's like a big warm teddy bear to hug and snuggle with eeee 💕

Finds it cute/funny when you try to be the big spoon, you're just so smol compared to him its adorable

Coming in frustrated from a complicated day at work? Goku will sit you down and let you vent about it to him or if you want to let out some anger maybe some sparring or needed training to boost your power level, it reminds him of another friend he has who always tries to surpass him and has a big attitude (cough cough Vegeta)

If baking is your outlet for stress or if you just like doing it as a side hobby, Goku makes it a bit more fun, I mean trying to maneuver his big, muscly body around yall's small kitchen, bumping into everything, taking caution to not knocking anything over cause it might make you mad is really comedy gold!

"Oh crap! I broke one of the plates again, sorry baby 🥺" "It's fine Goku, that one was just one someone gave to me when we moved in, I didn't like it anyway." 🤣

9/10 for help though, although you had to tell him the difference between a baking spatula and a spatula tho but that's about it. He'll go fetch some ingredients for you if you don't have any or ran out. You two did make the most awesome peach cobbler though uwu

The biggest pair of puppy dog eyes he gives you when he asks you if he can lick the spoon 🥺

Gives gooood shoulder massages 💯 if you're really tense/tired after your daily life activities, he'll even offer to give massages after training and you're here thinking: how does this man have the energy?? we just sparred for a good hour '

One time you asked your sweet bf if you could touch his hair, it went something like this:

"You want to touch my hair?" Goku=cutely confused "yea..I understand if you don't want me to, I was just wondering cause it looks so soft." Goku:"Well, you can go ahead :) I don't mind."

Your hand rises up to the top of his head (he has to bend down halfway to meet your height level cause he's almost 6 foot 😂) as you pet his jet black hair, and to your surprise it was really soft, just like you had hoped for.

"What kind of shampoo do you use babe?"you asked curiously. "Umm..it was actually one of Bulma's new conditioners, I accidentally used it instead of my usual hair hair soap." he chuckles, "What is my hair like super soft now--huh?"before he could finish his sentence, your whole face was in his hair lmaoo, you couldn't help it, it was like you were in a cloud, a fluffy cloud that gave off the scent of linen and waterfalls.

Speaking of waterfalls, he flew you to the most beautiful nature trail, you never even knew that this universe had one until Goku mentioned to you that there was a Namekian who literally knew the whole status of the universe along with the supreme kai. But wow, was it amazing to behold with your own eyes, vibrant flowers were scattered across the land, along with the mingling sounds of birds and let's not forget the waterfall..

You two trudged upon a hill and there it was, you could not believe your eyes, it had to be the most biggest one in the whole multiverse. "Isn't it awesome?" Goku asked, "I was thinking I could take you here since you like nature a whole lot.". The Saiyan sure does think about you a whole lot which is sweet. You hum in agreement and sit down to watch the endless display of nature's art, your boyfriend follows suit and swings his arm around you pulling you close to him. "We should do this more often" You sigh in content leaning in to the Saiyan's touch. Goku gives you a peck on the head as you two sit back and enjoy the sounds and each other's company.

enjoy! thank you for reading!

[e-dubbc11]

ericca my sweet! i thought i missed the deadline but saw you were keeping it open a little longer so SHOOTING MY SHOT

can I pls request taking care of our sweet Matthew Murdock when he’s sick and tucking that fine ass into bed (bonus points if he’s too tired to undress himself…!)

and congrats again my love, so happy our paths have crossed on this silly little site!! 💕

My lovely Kay, thank you and thank you for sending in this prompt. I have it in my head that when Matt’s sick, he doesn’t like to admit it so that’s what I went for here, I hope you like it!

Scarlet Fever

Oof…this gif. Nuff said. Anyway…moving on…

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F! Reader

Warnings: I think there are a couple swear words in here, Matt being stubborn, and fluff

Word Count: 1.6k-ish

Karen sounded a little panicked on the phone. “We need your help, y/n.” She said in a very low whisper.

“Sure Karen, what’s goin’ on? Why are you whispering?” You asked.

You heard cars passing in the background, people talking, and sirens off in the distance. She must be outside.

“It’s Matt, I’m whispering AND I’m outside because I’m hoping he won’t hear me but he’s burning up with a fever, a little delirious, his hands are clammy, he’s just a mess but he won’t go home. Foggy and I can handle the case that we’re working on but he needs rest.” She said.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you closed your eyes and let out a long exhale. Your thoughts flashed back to your days at Columbia with Matt “I’m fine” Murdock. He never wanted to admit he was sick, ever.

There were times when you had to tie him to the bed literally so he would stay put and to say Matt was unpredictable when he was sick, was an understatement.

“Ok, well shove him in a cab and I’ll wait for him at his apartment and see if I can get him to rest.” You told her.

Karen’s reaction was relief when you told her you would babysit the problem man child. “You’re a lifesaver, y/n! Thank you!” And she hung up.

The walk to Matt’s apartment was a short one but you wanted to make sure you were there to meet him when the cab arrived but on the way you stopped to get supplies.

Tissues, ginger ale, cough drops, Nyquil…you weren’t sure what he was experiencing so you just bought the entire pharmacy.

The cab pulled up to the curb, Matt got out and you paid the driver. “Thank you!” You waved to the driver and watched him drive away.

Matt’s tie was loose around his neck and the top buttons of his dress shirt were undone.

“They called you? I told them I’m fine.” Matt said, his voice a little raspier than usual.

You touched the back of your hand to Matt’s forehead and cheeks. “You’re not fine, Matty. Your skin is on fire.”

“You didn’t need to come take care of me, y/n.” He said.

Grabbing his elbow, you held onto him while you walked towards the building and up the stairs. “Yeah well, who else is gonna do it, huh?”

He scoffed at you. “Pfft, Foggy should be doing this. He’s the one that found me asleep on my desk, and then pushed me into the cab, I thought he was getting in behind me but he just shut the door and the cab took off before I could stop him.”

It was hard not to laugh at the image of Foggy shoving Matt into a cab and slamming the door. You tried to keep from laughing but it didn’t work.

“This is funny to you?” He asked.

You covered your mouth with your hand, but the laughter escaped the sides of your mouth.

“I’m sorry, Matty but yes it is funny. What’s not funny is the fact that you won’t admit that you’re sick.” You said.

He tilted his head and stopped to regain his balance, now you really knew he didn’t feel well. You knew about his extracurricular activities, he trusted you with his secret. So you knew Matt didn’t just lose his balance. “I’m not sick, I’m just…off.” He said trying to sound convincing.

“Nice try, Murdock. Let’s go.” You ordered.

You had a spare key to Matt’s apartment, after unlocking the door you set the bag of supplies on the floor while you took his suit jacket off. The heat radiating off of his body was intense so you wanted to find out what his actual temperature was.

“I brought the thermometer, when you sit down, I’ll take your temperature.” You said.

He smiled wide, let you see that adorable dimple and started to chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” You asked him.

He loosened his tie a little more and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “It’s not a rectal thermometer is it?” He laughed.

“Keep it up and it will be, Mr. Funny Guy.” You snapped back at him.

Matt left his shoes by the door then planted himself on the couch, and removed his tie completely. You noticed he had sweat stains on his dress shirt and his hands were like ice.

“Ok Matthew, let’s see what the winning numbers are.” You said as you held the thermometer close to his forehead. It beeped and the numbers flashing said 103, you needed to get his temperature down.

“What does it say, y/n?” He asked.

You shook your head and pressed your lips together. “It says 103, we need to cool your body down, now.”

“Hey do you remember that time at school when you handcuffed me to my bed because I kept getting up, saying I needed to go to class? Where did you get those handcuffs anyway, they felt like the real thing. I always meant to ask.” He said.

You didn’t mean to but you felt yourself starting to blush. The flash of warmth to your cheeks and the hair standing up on the back of your neck, surely he could tell but he didn’t let on if he did.

“Don’t worry about where I got the handcuffs from, that’s need to know information, counselor.” You quipped back. “Let’s try a cool shower to try and bring your temperature down.”

You led him into the bathroom, turned the water on and made sure he had a clean towel for when he got out.

“Ok get in, I’ll go find you some comfortable clothes.” You told him.

He gently tugged on your shirt and pulled you towards him. “Wait, I think I may need a little help…undressing.” His face was so close to yours and he rubbed some of your hair in between his fingers.

You swallowed hard. “Very funny, Matthew, you’re delirious. I don’t have time for this, I’m trying to help you get better.” You said very flustered.

Since college, you’ve always had a little crush on Matt but you pushed it down and away because you felt you were better off as friends anyway. But you didn’t expect your feelings to surface now, you had suppressed them for so long.

“You don’t want me to get hurt, do you sweetheart?” He whispered in your ear.

You took a step back away from him. “Take your glasses off, Matty.”

As he removed his glasses, you reached for the buttons on his shirt and slowly started to unbutton them from top to bottom. Naturally, you just closed your eyes as you continued, your heart was racing, his breath warm against your eyelids.

You gently pushed his shirt off of his shoulders and it floated to the floor as you reached for his belt. Your hands were shaking slightly at the sight of Matt shirtless, his broad shoulders, perfect chest and abs. It was hard not to stare but you managed to unclasp the belt and the button on his pants.

“You’re staring, y/n.” He said.

You couldn’t think of anything else to say except “No, YOU’RE staring.”

“Real mature y/n, good comeback to say to the blind guy.” He said with a warm smile.

“I think you can do the rest.” You said practically running out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.

Your heart was in your throat and now you were sweating as you waited for the water to boil for some tea. You heard the shower stop and waited for Matt to get out. He emerged from the bedroom wearing sweats and a t-shirt.

“Sit down, Matty. I’ll take your temperature again.” You told him.

Matt sat down on the couch, he had put his glasses back on and his hair was damp. You sat down on the coffee table in front of him and took his temperature one more time. 100.8.

“What does it say, doctor?” He smirked.

“100.8. It’s better but not quite there yet. I want you to get in bed, some rest will help. If you’re good and take a nice long nap, I’ll tell you where I got the handcuffs from.” You let out a little laugh.

“Deal.” Matt said.

You helped Matt into bed, removed his glasses, and left some ginger ale and a bottle of water on the nightstand along with a couple of Tylenol. “I’ll stay until after your nap.” You said.

Matt stopped you from walking away. “Y/n?”

“Yes, Matty?” You said.

His voice was slightly raspy. “Can we talk about some other stuff when I wake up?”

You knew what he meant by that question. Sitting down on the bed, you leaned forward to gently kiss him on the forehead, his skin was still warm with a slight fever.

“Sure, Matt. I don’t have anywhere else to be.” You told him.

Matt sat all the way up. “Thank you for this.”

“You’re welcome.” You whispered.

The amber color of his eyes was beautiful, you could easily disappear in them and didn’t stop him when he placed his thumb and forefinger on your chin, closed the gap between your faces and gingerly placed a soft kiss on your lips.

As you slowly opened your eyes, you said to him “You realize you probably just gave me whatever bug you have, right?” You said while laughing.

“Well then it will be my turn to take care of you, sweetheart.” He said.

“Go to sleep, Murdock.” You said as you rolled your eyes.

After sliding his door shut, you sat down on the couch with your book although it was hard to concentrate on anything except that kiss. That kiss you had wanted for so long and it was almost as if you could still feel his soft lips on yours. You definitely had a lot to talk about, but for now you would just sit, smile, and…wait.

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[idontplaytrack]

hii um idrk how this works (milenial core) anyway I'd like to request a fic w Janis bc she's actually the love of my life. I'm at like a really low point in my mental health so I need some comfort with fictional people. So maybe you could do like reader is just really exhausted and just needs like comfort and Janis isn't good at it but tries her best?! idk I'm just yapping. Also I love your work!💕

Where you lead, I will follow

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, stress, anxiety, low moods, fluff

“All you have to do is call my name, and I'll be there on the next train”

— Where You Lead, Carole King

“Hey, darling. What’s up?” Janis held her phone between her ear and shoulder, busy putting away her paintbrushes and other art supplies after working on a painting for the last two hours.

“Um…” You hesitated, “Nothing, it’s fine.”

Janis heard something in your voice that instantly worried her. “Babe, not nothing. Please, you can talk to me about anything.” Janis fought the urge to sigh, fingertips tapping her thigh anxiously.

“Are— are you at home?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

She heard the dial tone. You had hung up. She texts you to ask if you were okay and if you wanted her to pick you up. You didn’t respond. But a couple minutes later, Janis hears a hurried string of knocks on her garage door. She runs over to open it and you entered immediately. “Hey, hey. Breathe. It’s okay.” Janis soothed, placing a tentative hand on your shoulder. “Breathe, in and out, y/n. Please? Can you do that for me?”

Slowly, you began to follow her breathing exercise which gradually helped your breathing even out.

You walked past her and sat on her bed, “Can I stay here tonight, please? I don’t want to be at home because my mom and dad are fighting and they’ve been doing that all week. And I’m just so tired of hearing their yelling, having to mediate their arguments…I’m— I just want one night of peace and quiet so I can actually rest instead of stair at my ceiling hoping neither of them will smash something or yell again.”

She plops down beside you, somewhat looking at the floor. You knew it was hard for her to comfort anyone, but she always tried her best. She always did. Even her presence was enough to comfort you and make you feel at ease.

Janis replied, “You can stay for as long as you want to stay, I love having you here. I’m glad…you feel safe here. That’s what I’m here for, I’m here for you, I’m here to help you, protect you, y/n. Because I love you, babe.”

She held her hand out, it was hovering over your back. Janis wasn’t great with showing affection because she had her own…stuff she was dealing with— thanks to a specific incident in middle school involving the one and only Regina George. Her trouble with showing affection was only one of the results of that whole bullying that took place at the time. When she shared that with you, you were appalled by what the blonde did. Not to mention absolutely furious. A few seconds later, you did feel her palm on your upper back, rubbing soothing circles over an area of it.

“Get some sleep, kay?”

You nodded, crawling upwards to the head of the bed and under the covers, “Thanks.”

“Have you had anything to eat?” She asked, moving up a little to join you.

“No, not hungry.”

“Babe.” She sighs. “You need to eat something, come on.”

Well, you were a little hungry. Lunch was no doubt chaotic. So you abandoned your meal halfway through and just cooped yourself up in your room until you couldn’t take it and came over here to Janis’.

“I’ll go make you something to eat. You just stay here and rest.” Janis patted your knee and got up out of bed.

Like she had told you to, you just laid there and shut your eyes. You managed to get some shut-eye until you felt her shake you awake, gently.

“Here, I made you a sandwich and a camomile tea.” She says, handing you the plate and leaving the mug on her nightstand.

“Thanks.” You told her softly. She’d made you your favourite sandwich. That was nice.

Janis smiles, patting your knee before her hand settled on it, caressing your thigh comfortingly. “Wanna watch some TV while you eat?”

“Okay.” You agreed.

She sat with you while you finished up your food. It was silent apart from the sounds from the TV, but comfortable. You absolutely did not mind it. You put the plate down on the nightstand after eating and just laid down. “Good night, babe.” Janis rubs your back briefly then leaned down to press a kiss to your head.

“I love you.” You told her before you drifted off to sleep.

Seconds later, causing you to be pleasantly surprised, Janis replies, “I love you too.”

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@ashecampos @auliisflower @cheesysoup-arlo @frogs00 @ludoesartandstuff @pda128

💭A/N:

Thank you so much for the request, hun. Sending you all the good vibes & the biggest hug <3 sorry it was a little short.

[lcs-library]

waugh,, hi lc !!! im so happy to see u on my dash again aaaa 🥺❤️ need some comfort ue ue ue,, so if at all possible,, could i hey black tea and London fog w juza from the normal menu please? thank u !! n if not,, no worries eee !! 💕

HI HAHN HI HAHN HI HAHN JUMPS UP AND DOWN AT YOU!!!!!!!!!! YEAS OFC HEHEHE YIPPEE!!!!

Request rules | Cafe menu | Autumn menu

Black Tea: How do they comfort their s/o?

🍡He seems like the type to have no idea what to do.,.,,(real of him tbh)

🍡He’d walk in on you kinda disassociating and staring off and be a little confused.

🍡“Sugar? …Sugar? You okay?”

🍡When you finally turn to look at him, he notices your cheeks are a bit tear-stained, and your eyes are a bit red and puffy, making his heart sink. 

🍡“Can I come close?” He asks in the softest tone, unsure of what would set you off.

🍡Once you agree, he sits next to you, not sure if he should touch you, talk to you, or even offer anything. He chooses to wait for a bit until he’s sure it’s okay for him to help you out.

🍡“Hey, uh… ���m here if you need anything. ‘Kay?” 

🍡You nod, and move to gently rest your head against him. Juza’s breath hitches for a moment, before he gingerly wraps an arm around you to hold you snugly against him. 

🍡“I’ve got’cha, okay? ‘M here, and I’m not gonna leave. I love you.”

🍡With that, he plants a light, but loving, kiss to your forehead, and, for a moment, you believe everything will really be okay. 

London Fog: How do they spend a rainy day with their s/o?

🍡Juza LOVES rainy days. And I mean LOVES them.

🍡He’s the kinda guy who will sit at the window with a cup of hot chocolate and watch the rain fall for hours while listening to some soft music.

🍡And with you there? Peak. Nothing can top it. 

🍡So when you decide to stay home from all of your commitments to spend a long, quiet, rainy day with him, this man is in HEAVEN. 

🍡You start the day by lying in bed with him, holding each other close in a mess of limbs while the rain softly patters against the roof, a reminder that the two of you are warm and safe away from it all. 

🍡Of course, Juza’s the first to leave the bed, given how tied he is to his routine, though you’re a bit slow to follow.

🍡You groan once he leaves the bed, reaching for the bit of warmth he left, while he can only give you one last longing look before leaving the room. He wanted to do something special for you, after all.

🍡After a while, once you finally have the motivation and energy, you sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, only to be greeted by Juza re-entering the room with a tray in his hands. You freeze, watching him as he takes the utmost care not to spill its contents before setting it down on the bedside table.

🍡Glancing at it, you notice that on it is a plate of waffles, as well as two mugs of cocoa, and a bit of fruit. Your expression softens at the gesture, and you turn to thank Juza for his hard work.

🍡He blushes deeply, his hand shooting to the back of his neck.

🍡“‘S nothin’, just the least I could do for ya, canceling everythin’ for me.”

🍡You grin, thanking him once more before digging in, while he takes one of the steaming mugs. 

🍡It was the perfect start to your rainy day with your perfect partner<3

🍡The rest of the day was also pretty lazy hehe, mostly just chilling and lots of parallel play<3 yeah<3

[bluebeary-jay]

hiii ves! congrats on 1000! 💗

how about a joel miller fluffy piece with

how is it you always know what i need, huh? for the prompt? 🫶🏽

Hiiiii my lovely Mari!!! 🥰💗 Thank you so so much for your words but thank you even more for being a ray of sunshine in my life 🥺🫶 istg i wanna give you a thousand kisses

Aaaand here you go! I spent much more time on this lil fic than I should but I really like how it turned out and I hope you will too!! Thank you LOTS for requesting, love you!! 💕

You haven’t been feeling well since the morning.

Joel knew it must’ve been because of the rain which caught the two of you during the patrol the day before, leaving you completely drenched despite his efforts. How was it possible that he gave you his jacket and you still catched a cold while he didn’t even have a runny nose, was a mystery to him. But it didn’t really matter since here you were, unwell and not even able to leave the bed.

Good thing Joel knew how to take care of his girl.

He passed by Tommy’s early in the morning to pick up some medicine for you and went to the market to buy that citrus tea he knew you liked. When he got back you were still asleep but woke up several hours later with a headache and a runny nose. Joel stayed with you, catering to your every need and only leaving to prepare you breakfast. A sweet little thing you were, you didn’t want to let him do everything by himself, but he managed to convince you it’s no problem at all.

You were so difficult sometimes, though.

“There you go, babygirl,” he crooned, helping you sit up and propping up the pillow for you some time after you finished eating. “Easy now. Don’t rush yourself.”

“Joel, I’m fine,” you rasped with a sore throat, but he sent you a doubtful look and you groaned in defeat. “Okay, that was a lie. I feel terrible. But it’s not a reason for you to baby me.”

“M’not babyin’ you.” It was your turn to lift your eyebrows at him, unconvinced, and the corner of his lips twitched in a soft smile before he leaned in and planted a lingering kiss on your warm forehead. “‘Kay, maybe I am. But ya like it.”

“You wish.”

“And you don’t give me many chances to really coddle you,” he continued in a murmur, slowly brushing the hair away from your face. You closed your eyes and let out a weak moan, and Joel smiled with compassion. “So honestly, you can look at it as a favor t’me. Can you do that, babygirl? Let me take care of you and make me happy?”

“Always the caretaker,” you laughed breathlessly and peered up at him through your eyelashes. Even though your nose was red, your eyes swollen and your complexion had that sick look to it, you still were the most beautiful sight Joel has ever beheld. “You don’t need to stay with me, though. I can manage by myself.”

“I know. But I want to.”

“Stubborn man.”

Joel opened his mouth to tease you back, but then he saw you shivering and furrowed his brow.

“Are you cold?” he asked, though he was already sure that was the case. You nodded.

“A little. Can you grab me…”

“...that blanket with little ducks on it?” he finished for you, causing you to giggle and gaze at him with affection. “I know ya like it ‘cause it’s the fluffiest.”

“The softest,” you said at exactly the same time. “Yeah.”

Your eyes were filled with so much love that Joel felt weak in his knees. He tore his eyes away from you and turned around to the closet to grab your blanket from the highest shelf. You shifted to one side of the bed, probably so that Joel could lie down by your side, but before he did that he tucked you in carefully, making sure you were warm and comfortable. Then he dashed to the kitchen, bringing back a glass of water and another pill for you to take.

Only then he laid down behind you, enfolding your cocooned form and pulling you closer to his chest. You closed your eyes with a blissful smile and sighed deeply.

“Don’t even say anythin’ about infectin’ me with it,” Joel murmured, knowing that you’re probably already worrying about him in that pretty little head of yours. He wrapped his arms tighter around you through the many blankets. “I’ll be fine. And you’re still cold.”

“Wasn’t gonna say anythin’,” you answered softly with your eyes still closed. “Joel?”

“Yeah, darlin’?”

“How is it you always know what I need, huh?”

He chuckled and adjusted the duvet by your neck, making sure that no cold air could sneak its way under the covers.

“My psychic abilities,” he whispered in response and his smile grew when he felt your torso shake with laughter under his arm. Joel kissed the back of your head and then went lower to press his lips to your neck, causing you to squirm slightly. “But truthfully, it’s ‘cause I love ya so much.”

You snorted. “Such a romantic.”

“S’true.”

“Well, I love you more.” He hummed in a ‘you don’t know what you’re talking about’ fashion, and you groaned in weariness. Joel felt your body relaxing in his hold. “You’re so warm, baby. And so good to me.”

“Anythin’ for you, love.” He wanted to kiss your head once more but suddenly you started to wiggle, forcing him to move back a little to give you room to maneuver. “What’re doin’ now?”

“Shh.” You made a couple more adorable grunts before you finally stopped, now facing Joel and beaming proudly. “Ta-da!”

“You’re silly.” Joel shook his head, but internally he was spellbound by the significance of your action. You wanted to be face to face with him and he was glad for the opportunity to kiss your forehead now. “My sweet babygirl. You should rest, not wiggle ‘round.”

“Tsk!” you silenced him again and kicked his leg, though because of how many covers you were under, it felt more like a gentle nudge. “Gimme your leg.”

“Give ya it where?” he asked in response with a faint smile, and you huffed impatiently, your head hitting the pillow again when you grew tired of keeping it up in the air.

“Throw it over me. Please?” you added when he initially didn’t move. Joel indulged you, though not without hesitation.

“You sure? I don’t wanna crush you…”

“You won’t.” You assured him and snuggled your face into his chest, causing butterflies to flutter around in Joel’s belly. “I like feelin’ your weight on me.”

“Like an extra blanket?” he joked, to which you snorted as well.

“Yeah. Exactly.”

“Better than the one with ducks?”

“The best one.”

He smiled with adoration and pulled you in closer, caging you in his arms. You didn’t seem to mind, though, and freed your hand from the blankets to wrap one arm around his stomach, keeping the other one between your chests. The heat from under the duvet instantly started to become too much for Joel, but he tried to disregard the uncomfortable feeling for now.

“Stay for a while, darling,” you asked suddenly, your voice muffled from the way you had your cheek pressed against his chest. Joel looked down and saw your eyes closed and a serene smile on your face, the sight of which made him swoon. “I feel so warm like this with you. And safe.”

“You are,” Joel assured you softly and put his palm on the back of your head. “I’ll keep ya safe, sweetheart, I promise. You can sleep soundly.”

You sniffed and whined weakly. “M’not sleepy. Let’s just stay like that.”

“You need to get your strength back.” Joel moved his head to kiss your hot forehead again and smiled faintly against your skin. You opened your mouth to retort, but he cut you off before you could even start. “And no buts. You said it yourself, after all…”

You grumbled quietly, but Joel could see you were tired, your eyes already closing again. He took a deep breath, not caring about the risk of catching the cold from you and followed suit, deciding to stay with you for a nap as well.

“I always know what my baby needs.”

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Waiting for the Night

Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Chapter 19 - You'll be the promise, I'll be the scream

Masterlist; Chapter 18 Summary: The aftermath of Riddler's words. You're forced to face the fears and talk to Bruce. Neither of those is an easy feat... Warnings: 18+; tones of angst, R's internal crisis and... them smuts ✨ Author's Notes: Woo, she made it! Incredible! Outstanding achievement. Seriously, though, I know it's been a while. To compensate - this one is long. Like 10.7k long. And it's also explicit bc them idiots needed tension release of the traditional kind :))))) It's probably only one chapter and epilogue left now so... getting emotional. A little bit. But we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now... buckle up, 'kay? You're gonna needed. (I know they're idiots). Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think? 💕 Tag list: Tag list: @thecraziestcrayon, @kookiewastolen, @imimsy, @tuskens-mando, @sugarcoated-lame, @blue-aconite, @hypnoash, @rabbitdictionary, @nicklet94, @mcrmarvelloki, @shimmeringgrim, @ttae-yong, @freyadruid, @siriuslydestiny, @ms-dont-care, @raphaelaisabella, @itsmytimetoodream, @brightjimini, @castellandiangelo, @grunge-n-roses5 (let me know if you wanted to be removed/added).

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Returning to the Wayne Tower from Arkham felt like a fevered dream. You could barely remember how you got there from the street by your house where you had directed Gordon to drop you off. Only that no matter the distance from the prison, your heart did not get any lighter.

Riddler’s words still rang out loud and clear in your head, slowly driving you crazy. The tower was blessedly quiet and empty when you reached the study and collapsed into the armchair. One look at the phone screen and a quick read of the only text that awaited you confirmed the expected – Bruce was already out and would be back later. Probably much later. Which was good. The last thing you wanted was to be confronted by someone you could not lie to. All hopes shattered when Dory walked into the room not a quarter of an hour later.

It was easy to pretend then, quickly falling back into the role you knew well. You smiled when appropriate, forced down a meal that could not be contested and produced a lie that worked in your favour. Dory had no clue. It did not matter that your heart was breaking beneath the performance. You were stellar, as always.

It was a relief to have her retire to her room not long after you finished eating. You were finally alone. It was a no-brainer to turn down all the unnecessary lights and carry your stuff to your bedroom, closing the door behind your back. You got as far as sitting down at the foot of the bed when your brain caught up. The memories came rushing in, Riddler’s voice as clear as in that cell, taunting you just like he did. What if he was right? What if your father was a monster, and you were following in his footsteps? There were no answers. Frantic brain kept running through all the pieces you had ever written, quickly finding those Nashton could have meant. The times when you were relentless, pushed too far. The times when you should have stopped. The solution was simple – he was right.

The steady stream of tears rushed down your cheeks, smudging the mascara you had recklessly put on in the morning as you lied down on the covers and curled up. The weight on your chest was not going anywhere, making it hard to breathe. Near impossible to leave the spiral once you got absorbed in it. An endless onslaught of self-hatred poured out along with the quiet sobs that wrecked your frame. Each thought felt like your heart being ripped out, piece by piece. The smithereens bled onto the duvet as your mind circled back, time and time again, to that one idea.

The worst one of them all. The fear that you would hurt Bruce. That it was all you were capable of doing, destroying what you held dear. Perhaps it had already happened; the guillotine was let loose. About to slash your neck, once and for all. Maybe it would’ve been for the best.

After a while, the tears had dried out, the parched throat begging for a glass of water. But you did not want to move. Did not seem to have the strength to do so. Slowly, you raised your head enough to see the inky skies outside, for once free from rain clouds. The moon peered shyly into the room, painting the floor silver. The thoughts were still there. The pain had not left.

You were almost close to dozing off from exhaustion when faint creaks of the floorboards in the corridor outside made you open your eyes. Someone stopped right by your door, hesitating. Somehow, you knew who it was before they decided and pressed the handle. For a split second, you mourned that you had left the door unlocked. Then Bruce stepped inside, and all you could do was close your eyes against the sudden pinprick of pain in your chest. The silence was deafening. Almost enough to make you speak and answer the thousands of questions he seemed to have. You never got quite that far.

As if reading your mind, Bruce closed the door behind his back and slowly approached the bed. His body was tense, uncertainty visible in every move. You could only imagine what he saw when he came closer. You did not dare to move, passively staring at his approaching form until Bruce stopped two feet away from the bed and raised his head. Enough so you could see his expression. The haunting blue eyes were now flooded with concern and fear. Before you could dwell on what you saw, Bruce spoke:

“What happened?” his husky tone dripped with worry, making you wince from the sound alone.

But you did not feel like giving in to him just yet.

“You could’ve knocked, you know” aware of the tear tracks tainted with ink from the mascara on your cheeks, you did your best to glower at him.

Judging by the defeated look you got back, it was a futile attempt. Bruce took another step closer, visibly pondering whether he should sit next to your slumped form.

“Come on, don’t give me that. What happened?” his tone softened a notch, enough to make your heart pick up its pace.

And to make you sit up, silently offering space should he want it. Training your mind on the floor, you whispered:

“I met him” you could hear the unspoken question in the heavy silence, forcing you to add, quieter still, “Riddler,”

Bruce gasped as if he had been hit in the stomach.

“What? Why?” the disbelief in his voice made you look up.

Seeing the horror on his face as if he could not believe what he was hearing. It was enough to make shame bloom in the pit of your stomach, yet again making you wish you could disappear. But there was no divine intervention. No opening pit in the ground or a merciful hand to end it for you. As if subconsciously wanting to make the pain worse, you forced yourself to look him in the eye as you spoke:

“Because I wanted to. I was curious, so I asked Gordon to take me to him after the witness statement” as soon as the words were out, you could feel the tears welling up.

Because hearing it said like that spoke volumes about your idiocy. How it all could have been avoided if not for your lack of logic. It was not surprising to hear Bruce groan in response,

“Jesus Christ,” a muttered curse dropped from his lips as he covered his face with his hands for a beat, then raised it to fix you with a glare, “Why did you-”

Somehow you knew what was coming. And that you would not survive it if Bruce scolded you, pointing out all the ways you had fucked up and the reasons why you could never be enough. For him or anybody else. So, you interjected his incoming rant with the wavering voice:

“Please, don’t. I know it was stupid, and it definitely taught me a lesson” it was impossible to hide the pain from your tone, keen on getting the message, “So if you’re going to berate me, I’d rather you left” what was supposed to be a stern warning, never got that far.

Instead, the condition sounded weak, like a thinly veiled plea for mercy. And it was not wrong. To your immense surprise, it worked. Bruce visibly winced as his words seemed to catch up with him.

“God, no. I’m sorry” seeing immediate contrition felt good enough for you to nod your head in agreement to his silent question, allowing Bruce to sit down and finish the thought, “I just… What did he say to you?” he kept his distance yet the softness in his voice felt like a reassuring hand-squeeze.

You glanced at him, hoping to convey the gratitude. But even that was not enough to make you eager to tell the tale.

“Many, many things” a choice for the moment was a tentative opening.

A quick attempt at dodging the question if Bruce allowed you.

“I’ve got time,” he didn’t; leaning back a fraction to appear at ease.

To highlight that he wanted to hear it, that he had nothing else to do but listen to your sob story of naivety and stupid decisions. From the look in his eyes, you could tell you had no other choice. Letting out a sigh as a preamble, you shifted your gaze back onto the floor. You could already feel the familiar burn of tears.

“Um… in a nutshell, my father was a monster directly responsible for what happened to your mother. I’m exactly the same, devoted to the job so much that nothing else matters” you heard Bruce’s sharp breath intake but did not grant yourself the right to look at him, “He asked when am I going to destroy you and finish what my father started” the wobbling voice cracked as new tears streamed down your cheeks again, ever so eager to make an appearance; they forced out the most vulnerable of confessions you could give him then “The worst part is that I think he’s right” there it is, as always.

Without giving you time to dissolve into sobs that choked up your throat, Bruce moved, his careful fingers lifting your chin so he could lock his eyes with yours. There was no escape from his knowing stare as he delicately swept his thumb over your tear-streaked cheeks before dipping lower to trace your cupid’s bow. Unable to hold his tender gaze, you closed your eyes.

“He’s not,” the gentle whisper was filled with conviction.

But it was not enough to convince you. Not quite enough to stop the vicious thoughts.

“But-” your protest got silenced before you could get a word out.

As if knowing what you needed, Bruce leaned in to press a lingering kiss to your forehead before squeezing your hand with his unoccupied palm. Reluctantly you opened your eyes, realising the intended effect. He had your full attention.

“Listen to me. The point of that conversation was to rile you up. To make you believe those things and go insane because of them,” his firm tone captured your mind, as did the heat in his eyes, betraying the anger Bruce felt on your behalf, “He loved every second because this is what he does. He gets under your skin, feeds on guilt and insecurities and amplifies them” tangling his fingers with yours in what felt like second nature, Bruce allowed the passion give way to fondness, strengthening the message “But the main point is that it was all bullshit” on its own accord, your mouth twisted into a weak smile, triggered by something as unusual as hearing him curse “Nothing else” he finished the speech with another hand squeeze as he raised your joined hands to his mouth and kissed your knuckles.

The gesture, along with everything he said, made your head spin. The logical part of your brain knew Bruce was right. But it was a small fraction of an overall emotional consciousness, which would not be settled quite so easily. You hoped that perhaps the longer you stared into his eyes, the more convinced you would become.

Leaning into his palm that still cupped your cheek, you whispered a question:

“How can you be so sure?” one that you were scared to ask but still needed to know.

To understand what it was that Bruce saw, that you were blind to. Why he trusted you when he should not?

“Because I know you,” his confidence did not waver as he offered the response without hesitancy, “I know that you care about everyone around you, that you would do anything for those you hold dear. And that, above all, you’re a good person” Bruce concluded his speech with another kiss on your forehead, a rare sure smile hiding in the corners of his lips.

At once, the vicious voices in your head grew silent, emptying the space of all that was not affection and gratitude. Even if just for a moment. The prickling tears were not going anywhere as you closed your eyes, relishing the feeling of Bruce’s hand clasping yours. For the first time during that long day, you felt the stifling weight lift off your chest.

“Shit, you’re going to make me cry, sweetheart” cracking a weak joke, you risked a glance at his reaction following the nickname.

Bruce grinned, no longer pretending to mask the fondness with an eye roll. Even with the haze of tiredness quickly descending over your head, you greatly appreciated the change. Enough so to creep a little closer still and lean your head on his shoulder, covertly inhaling the familiar scent of laundry detergent, expensive cologne and dampness of the terminus. A strange concoction that already felt like home, although you would never admit it.

“I mean it, though” Bruce gently rested his head on top of yours, cementing the sentiment and leaving another rush of warmth burning in your chest.

It was hard to fill the silence with anything else. Save maybe for the things you couldn’t say. After a beat, you found the safest question and gave it a voice:

“How- Um… How was your day?” the pathetic quiver shook your vocal cords.

Before you could give yourself a moment to marinate in shame while listening to his answer, Bruce carefully extracted himself from your embrace and stood up. Upon your questioning look, he murmured:

“One sec” already moving towards the ensuite, he kept speaking, “Selina asked to meet up with me, so I went to see her… She’s left the city, actually” you stared as Bruce entered the room a few seconds later, clutching a bottle of micellar water and cotton pads.

It took another three seconds for his words to sink in and for you to understand them. What it meant and how it made you feel. Strange. Conflicted. Fucking confused, among others. The attempts at words got stuck in your throat when Bruce sat next to you on the duvet and wordlessly prepared the make-up remover, waiting for you to tip your chin forward. Your body moved before you told it to, closing the gap yet again. He did not hesitate before leaning in to begin wiping off the mess from your face with a look of pure concentration.

It felt strange to be under his scrutiny, mindful of all the different issues you could catalogue on your face. Of all the ways Bruce could find you lacking. Not enough compared with someone like her.

“Oh… okay,” remembering that it was your turn to speak, you blurted out the only question you desperately needed to be answered, “You didn’t want to go with her?”

There. Your heart lying in his open palm, ready to be crushed. Not for the first time since you had met.

Bruce took his time, meticulously wiping off the smudged mascara from underneath your eyes, his gaze never straying from your face. You did not dare think about what he must have seen there.

“No, of course not” cutting through the uncertainty, Bruce offered a reply that gave no room for interpretation, at once meeting your worried look with a ready explanation, “I spent too much time fighting for Gotham just to leave it on a whim” he swallowed hard as if finally caught by the doubts, clearly debating whether what he wanted to say next should be spoken; then, he made up his mind “Plus, it was never like that between us” the meaningful look was impossible to miss, as was the unspoken implication of what he meant; the combination was enough to fortify the blush on your cheeks  “She’s glad you’re fine after what happened. And that you’re staying too,”

The final comment was another surprise, spiking your heart rate to a faster beat. Because it suggested one thing you did not consider – Bruce talked with Selina about you. That you were important enough to be a conversation topic. Selina took her time to think about what she witnessed.

And that Bruce wasn’t going to leave. You still had time, for better or worse. Using the tidbit of information as your needed courage inspiration, you reached your hand to his, curling your fingers around his wrist. Just to keep him close.

“Are you? Happy I’m staying?” the thin band of skin-to-skin contact offered the push you needed to ask what you wanted.

The second most important matter after Bruce staying in Gotham.

Bruce used the final clean cotton wipe to erase the dried-up coats of foundation from the bridge of your nose and lowered his hands, freeing your face. His blue eyes stayed right where they were, sometimes meeting yours, at other times fixed on your mouth. Enough so to wreak havoc in your head and heart. At last, Bruce’s lips quirked into a small smile, his other hand coming down to cover yours, still encircling his wrist. The light pressure of his touch was enough to ground you, making the wait for his answer seem bearable.

“More than I know how to express” even with the anticipation, his reply took you by surprise, making you gasp as you were suddenly too bashful to look him in the eye; and for a good reason, “The meeting with Selina made me think about some things and…” you glanced up, the breath caught in your throat as you watched Bruce ponder something again; it was impossible to tell where it was leading “Before you, I was never brave enough to want. The feeling was there, the desires and the needs, but I never gave in to them. Slowly, I learnt how to repress it and shove it so far down that I almost thought I’m resistant” oh; your head flew back up fast enough to make your spine crack, head unable to comprehend the meaning without getting overwhelmed, only to find Bruce staring right back; his blue eyes sure and firm in their unwavering belief “Then you happened” oh.

The confession felt important. Crucial in its significance, like nothing else before it. Tangible like the pressure of his hand over yours and the heat of his body across the narrow space. Terrifying like the depths of feelings in your heart and head. You did not know what made him say it. Caught speechless by the admission, you could only whisper:

“Sorry,” shyly biting into your lower lip until Bruce tugged it free.

Your tender skin was burning from his touch. Thousand more apologies for turning his life on its head died on your tongue as you felt the familiar tension rise. Suddenly it was hard to find reasons why you should not close that gap. Why you should not keep touching him, giving whatever he wanted from you. The resolution was waiting in the wings for you to take the plunge whenever you were ready.

“I never said it’s a bad thing” Bruce’s smile only brightened as he brushed away your foolish apology while his fingers drifted downwards to trail over the skin of your neck, “Just that sometimes it’s difficult to stop myself from reaching for what I want” there was an implication in his voice, a pointer towards what he was too scared to say.

Perhaps the heat of his touch sparking the fire in your veins made you decide. Reach for the opening he created and take what he was offering. It was not difficult to breach the gap and take hold of his hand to drag it down, pressing his palm to your chest, right over the heart. Taking pleasure in the hungry look in his eyes, you leaned in close to whisper:

“You don’t have to stop” keeping your gaze locked onto his mouth, you added, “Not with me” then, with the both of you suspended millimetres away from the kiss that you could already feel, you posed the question, “What do you want, Bruce?”

Hoping he would get the message that whatever was about to happen had to be his request. Only then could you let go of the uncertainty and fear ruling your head. The heart was kept hostage. Bruce let out a shuddered breath, fanning your parted lips with a wisp of air. His nose nudged yours as he struggled to look you in the eye before replying:

“You” his free hand wandered down to touch your hip as Bruce leaned against you, slowly pushing you down onto the mattress, “Everything. I-”

Too scared to let him speak, you closed his mouth with a kiss, finally closing the gap. Releasing your heart from the captivity of the mind. Sealing your fate with a careful caress of your lips over his. Taking Bruce’s broken gasp and pulling him further into the embrace so that he had no choice but to surrender. Cover your body with his, enveloping your shaking bones with the warmth you have craved. That kiss was meant to be slow and direct in its meaning. You knew he understood when you broke the contact with a quiet whimper, your eyes roaming over his stunned features. The blown-out pupils and reddened lips drew your attention like magnets and made it so much easier to find the necessary words:

“You can have everything,” swallowing past the unspeakable, you met his gaze with vulnerability, “Please,” now there was nothing to hide.

He had it all, waiting for his move. The troubled blue eyes searched yours for a beat as if looking for uncertainty he expected to follow your admission.

“Are- are you sure?” the hesitant question confirmed your suspicions but was contested by his seemingly unconscious touch.

Fingers running down the slope of your thigh, now hitched over his hip to keep him in place. Adding fuel to the fire and distracting your mind from anything else but Bruce. Even with the fog steadily rising, his question was ridiculous. Without wasting time speaking, you used the empty hand to grab his shirt and pull him down to meet your lips. Again.

Only, this time, you did not idle, instantly opening your mouth and prodding his open with your curious tongue. Swiping against his tongue in a well-practised dance, exploring the inside of his mouth. All the moves were familiar; all elicited a gasp, a tightening hand touching your hip. All increased the temperature till all you wanted to do was make sure Bruce took off his clothes soon. So you could touch him how you wanted to.

Motivated by the thought, you broke the kiss and leaned back far enough to huff out a question:

“Was that good enough for you?” making sure to throw a cheeky smile, you admired the blush blooming upon his cheeks.

The kiss did what you needed it to. Bruce smiled back, the last tint of uncertainty vanishing from his face as you cupped his cheek. Fingertips tracing the sharp cheekbones and the fading bruises. He was beautiful. A fact that still sometimes astonished you after years of hearing about Bruce Wayne and seeing grainy photographs in the paper and online. Along with the idea that one day you would be this close to him. Close enough to touch and tear your heart apart in the process.

Ignoring the melancholy that threatened to steal the moment from your hands, you swept your thumb over Bruce’s bottom lip. Drawing both of you back in. Shaking himself awake, Bruce’s hand ventured up from your hip to trace the hem of your shirt and then dove underneath. Warm fingers skating over your skin, helping the chills settle in and raise the goosebumps. His attentive eyes watched you, noticing every shiver you tried to fight off. Pondering the mystery of what was going to happen next. One thing was clear – this time Bruce had it all figured out. He knew exactly how to get you to the edge of insanity. And then beyond.

Once he leaned in, slowly making his path from the corner of your mouth to your neck with pecks, you knew it was over. With each carefully laid peck, your body trembled. Each ignited a fire in your veins only Bruce could smother. Your hand tightened its hold over his shoulder; legs immediately accommodated to fit his body in the cradle of your thighs. Heart hammering between your ribs, begging to be listened to. To keep him like this forever.

Nosing at your pulse point, Bruce licked the spot, making your hips buck to meet his as if on autopilot. Making you gasp and mutter a curse that never quite got its voice. Only for him to sink his teeth in a shallow bite. Enough for your body to jerk upright, a pathetic breathless moan slipping through the gritted teeth. Enough for you to dig your nails into his arm and bunch up the shirt to find his bare skin. Trace the scars and the outline of muscles. You already felt like you were losing your mind. As if summoned by your hazy thoughts, Bruce concluded his exploration with a final teasing kiss over your collarbone and raised his head to ask:

“Can I?” the enigmatic question was easily explained by his tentative hand tracing the hem of your shirt.

Asking to give him what was already his. You appreciated the thoughtfulness. But there was one condition you had to voice before you gave in.

“Only if you take this off too” tugging at his t-shirt, you whispered out the pitiful wish, “I really want to touch you” a wave of shame threatened to rise, but it never got anywhere.

Not with the way Bruce looked at you after the admission. His lips stretched into a soft smile. Eyes awed and sparkling like rarely before. As if what you said was something he had been aching to hear.

Without another word, Bruce kissed your forehead before getting up on his knees to pull off the shirt in one move. You never saw quite where he threw the clothing. It did not matter that you already saw him like this many times before. Nor that now, after the few harrowing days, his torso was littered with an array of bruises and cuts. Your hand darted out as if controlled with a mind of its own, only just managing to graze the skin of his abdomen. The dark hair trail disappearing into the waistline of his trousers drew your attention like it always did. A simple touch earned you a full-body shiver quickly masked with an outstretched hand, inviting you to join him.

You did not waste a second to get up on your knees and close that awful gap. To meet Bruce’s gaze with bravery you did not feel and take off your shirt. Feeling the drafty air over your naked skin, you moved to cover up, but he stopped you with a firm grip on the forearm. Blue eyes locked stares with yours, ceasing all the chatter running through your brain. Till it was just Bruce. His reassuring touch, running up your arms to trace the bra straps and a silent question you knew he was asking. With the staccato in your chest, you nodded. Just once. Already feeling the rush of blood to your head. It all felt different. More profound. As if every action mattered.

The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating. Despite the ridiculous fears, you nodded and watched with bated breath as Bruce carefully lowered both straps and reached around your back to undo the clasp. Another rush of cold air could be only partially blamed for the shiver that wrecked your frame when the bra slipped down. Leaving your torso bare under Bruce’s watchful gaze. His fingertips skated over your tender skin, slowly circling the dark pink areolas and making you gasp. But it was not enough to shut up the brain. Your hand darted out to stop his meticulous study with a grasp around the wrist. His head snapped back up. An instant crease between the eyebrows brought a flush of softness to your heart.

“What’s wrong?” Bruce’s question made you wince.

You could not tell him. Couldn’t-

“Nothing,” the reply was automatic, your tongue falling into the familiar pattern to make up the word, hoping it would be enough to fool him. It wasn’t. You knew it as soon as you saw his brow twitch with disbelief, soothing circles traced into your upper arm acting as a further reason to let it all spill out, “I’m just… feeling weirdly shy, I guess” it was hard to meet his eyes.

Yet the crux of the issue had been laid out. It fell between you, disappearing into the weighted silence. You knew it made no sense. That Bruce had already seen you. Hell, he’s seen so much more. Still. The head did not want to listen to reason. The once hopeful dreams of getting lost in him tonight already seemed improbable. Because how does one get lost when the head and the heart are still in it?

“Why?” another question brought your back to the scene, his measured voice quickly becoming the lifeline you needed.

The string pulling you back from the spiral and forcing you to talk how you probably should have at the beginning. Your breath caught in your chest when you saw the depth of understanding in his gaze. And no judgement or ire. Almost as if, for Bruce, nothing would change no matter what you said next. Almost as if- No. He’d never. You ignored the idea before it could spread like a disease. Instead, you steeled your spine and gathered the courage to answer his question. To reveal a fraction of the truth, as he deserved.

“Because it matters how you see me” your eyes turned glossy as they focused on his face.

It was more than accurate. An admission long overdue. Somehow you could tell Bruce knew that. His hands cupped your face between his palms in a tender hold. Thumbs softly stroke your cheeks as he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead before speaking:

“Then there’s no need to worry” his nose brushed against yours in a gentle caress, letting the whisper carry his words through the narrow space between you, “You’re perfect” his gaze flickered from your eyes to your mouth, but it was easy to miss.

Christ. You wanted to say something else. To protest, ask him how he can tell when you are the only woman he has ever been with. But it would not do. Your heart would never let you. No, it already took the compliment and ran with it, thrashing in your chest like a caged bird. There was nothing you could do.

Nothing, but throw your arms around his neck and dive in for a kiss. Bruce was waiting for you, opening his mouth under yours as soon as you pressed your lips against his. Not willing to waste time already running out, you let your tongue dart out. Swirling it around his and then sucking, enough to make him gasp and pull you closer. His arms enveloped your body, somehow making everything seem fine. Complete, even. You kissed him till there was barely any oxygen left, and you had to separate, eagerly exchanging pecks as you both caught your breath. His taste had filled your mouth, getting rid of the salty tint of tears and the bitterness of coffee. Everything was just Bruce. Like always.

Without thinking, you lowered your head to press another kiss to his chin and then below, tracing the slope of his throat with careful pecks. Bruce’s grip tightened over your waist as a broken groan reverberated through his chest. You could almost feel the sound in your bones. The thought rushed through your body like a bolt of lightning, venturing down between your thighs to a spot you had tried your hardest to ignore. But no longer could. Your core throbbed with the persistent desire as wetness spilt onto the gusset of your panties. You did not have to search your heart to know what you wanted.

That need made you bold enough to swipe your tongue in a broad stroke over Bruce’s throat. Collecting the low moan, he let out with satisfaction. As you sunk your teeth into a shallow bite over his pulse point, the feeling grew tenfold inspired by the noises that Bruce could not to stop. As if you were driving him insane. Leaning back to study your work, you knew the mark on his skin would stay. That it would be something he could remember you by, no matter what came after.

Before you could dive back in to continue, Bruce hooked his fingers under your chin to gently make you raise your head and look at him. So you could see the flushed cheeks and swollen lips parted to let out strained breaths. Following a will of their own, your eyes flicked to his waist and then below, checking whether he was just as affected as you were. What you found only made the frenzy worse. As did his words, accompanied by deliberate touch running along the waistline of your trousers:

“I want to taste you,” Bruce leaned in close, his breath tickling the shell of your ear.

But you hardly registered it, brain caught up on what he said. Because that… that was quite something. Something you never expected to hear from him. The surprise must have painted across your face, your gaping mouth left open and eyes staring at him for too long. Until your brain thawed enough for you to speak (or stutter):

“Christ… Bruce, you can’t say things like- Okay, yeah” the string of words made only a little sense, but you compensated with a stupid grin and a hasty nod; the anticipatory shiver already coursing through your body as you met his gaze to add, “A sensible lady never says no that” your lips curled into a smirk, gleefully taking note of his mirroring smile, only then it was time for a check in “Do you really want to?” your hand run up his chest to curl around his shoulder.

Feeling the warmth of his skin and the promise of what he offered. But you could not just let him do it. That would have been too selfish. Even if Bruce seemed pretty convinced. The hunger in his eyes stole your breath as he took your verbal consent and hooked his fingers under the waistline of your trousers. Never straying from your gaze, he gave the reply:

“Yes,” his new confidence could easily be your outdoing.

But it could have also been the unceremonial way he pushed you down onto the bed, your body hitting the mattress with a quiet thud. A confirmation enough for the last of your worries.

“Okay,” a nervous giggle broke out from your chest as you watched him lean over you, those blue eyes darker than usual “Blow my mind, sweetheart” there were no doubts in your mind that he was capable.

It was proven as soon as Bruce finished undressing you, the quick work perfected with his lingering touch had you breathing shallowly. The feeling grew once you were lying naked before him, with nothing but the soaked panties to save you from his intense gaze. From the heat of his eyes, caressing what was already familiar. Tracing the paths his hands would soon follow. Unable to withstand the scrutiny much longer, you reached up to get him close, capturing his mouth with a kiss Bruce had long anticipated. He opened his lips underneath yours without a second wasted while letting his hands venture down your stomach, short fingernails emblazoning your tender skin. Before you knew it, he had tugged down your underwear, leaving you bare. The strange shyness had breached the surface again as you broke the kiss with a gasp and met his gaze with wide eyes. Silently asking for mercy.

One quick kiss and a nod had to be enough for you as Bruce gave your nose a playful nudge, his hand delving between your thighs without another warning. Your body shuddered upon his touch, cheeks turning scarlet once you realised how wet you were. Bruce’s surprise was evident in the slight hitch in his breathing, almost disguised by an inhale.

Your slick covered his fingers to the knuckles as he meticulously learnt to play you how you needed. At first, only stroking your clit with a feather-like touch, then circling your entrance, spreading your arousal, and making your thighs shake. It was already bad. And it could only get worse. For your dignity, that is. Sweat pearled on your forehead as you watched Bruce lower himself down your body, placing pecks along your abdomen. He settled between your thighs, the muscles on his back flexing under the skin in the faint light of the bedroom. As if unconsciously acting on his instincts, Bruce pressed a kiss to the inside of your left thigh, quickly following it with another one on the right thigh. Both kisses burned your skin like a hot poker. The sensation culminated in the apex of your thighs, in the frustrating throbbing you could hardly ignore anymore. But you did not have to.

Bruce met your gaze, seeking consent for the final time. With no words found, save for the ones you could never tell out loud, you nodded, impatiently brushing away the stray strands of hair that fell into your eyes. You wanted to see him. That first glimpse of Bruce diving between your legs with his head bowed was reason enough. As was the way his hands curled around your thighs, keeping them apart and spread. Leaving you exposed and shaking with want. All the faintest doubts disappeared when his tongue touched your clit in a kitten stroke. Your body jerked upright, kept in place only with Bruce’s steel grip. He repeated the move, drawing out a moan you could not hold in. Setting your blood on fire. Christ. A thousand curses and endearments rose in your throat but were desperately stifled by your waning self-control. You knew it would not last long.

The first blow came with Bruce’s skilful tongue circling your clit, learning all the different ways to make you tremble. He was a good listener, taking all the cues you were leaving and changing his technique to fit your needs. Searching for grounding, you sank your fingers in his hair and pulled. Bruce did not seem to mind, briefly stopping his feast to press a lingering kiss on your thigh. His fingers traced circles onto your skin, soothing the fevered flesh. The unbidden confessions showed up again, choking you with ferocity. Bruce was the one to save you, letting his tongue delve inside you in an exploratory move. One that made your hips buck into his face and tore a shout from your mouth.

Desire shot through your body like a bolt of lightning, bringing a delirious grin onto your face. It was quickly wiped clean as Bruce continued licking into you with passion you never expected from him. Utterly devoted to the task and focused on driving you crazy. A coil tightened in your lower belly, making it much harder to shut up. Making you squirm and trash under his hold. When he interrupted the relentless penetration with a flick of his tongue over your clit, you could not keep quiet.

“God, you- You’re so good” panting out the sentence that barely made sense, you highlighted the sentiment with a sharper tug on his hair.

Making Bruce groan into your core, the sound pushing you down the slippery slope with no way back. From then on, it was only a question of when you would break. Your body burned under his attention. Each point of contact felt like a flame scorching your flesh. Your heart hammered between your ribs, overwhelmed with the multitude of feelings. Pleasure rose and rose until all you could do was gasp his name between moans. Till your head was empty of everything but Bruce. Until the tension snapped, and an explosion filled your vision with white.

“I’m- Fuck,” the curse substituted any words you could have intended to say, but it was enough.

Bruce knew, his hands gripped your legs harder as if to ground you moments before. You came with his name on your lips and your hand gripping his hair. Your core squeezed around his prodding tongue wave after wave as Bruce lapped at your arousal without hesitation. Your thighs trapped his head between them, but he did not seem to mind, helping you ride the aftershocks with patience. As you came to, feeling your body go limp with a sigh, Bruce took his time earnestly licking at your folds. Collecting every drop as if he was hooked already on the taste. You did not dare dwell on that thought too long.

Instead, you searched for his hand to squeeze his palm. He understood the signal, instantly raising his head to find your gaze. You knew the look in your eyes could only be described as wild, with the pupils blown out large. But staring into his darkened blue stare, the realization did not hurt quite so much. His lips and chin were shiny from your arousal; the discovery of the fact sent a shiver down your spine. Bruce took hold of your hand to return the squeeze while his lips stretched into a confident smile. An incredibly attractive look, you had to admit.

“So… I take it, I did good,” emphasizing the word, Bruce smirked, his eyes twinkling.

Despite the embarrassment at what you said, you could not stop the chuckle. The fondness in your heart made its way to your gaze as you attempted a one-sided shrug.

“You broke me” that was an understatement.

But it only made his grin brighter. Without breaking the eye contact Bruce swept his tongue over his lower lip. Collecting the droplets of your come and crawling up to meet you on the bed. There was no mercy for the wicked.

“I can tell” his eyes roamed over your face affectionately, making you want to hide from his attention.

But you chose to meet it straight on, raising your head just enough to capture his lips in a kiss. Only to instantly groan into his mouth when you tasted yourself on his tongue. Bruce’s embrace tightened around your arms as he gathered you into his chest, carefully laying down next to you. And never breaking the kiss that stretched and evolved to fit your needs. Going from hectic and eager to languid. From chaotic to deliberate, and lasting till you were both out of breath, panting against each other’s mouth, unwilling to separate. You made sure you were sufficiently curled against his warm body before you leaned back to put some space and find his gaze again.

The blue eyes were never disappointing, instantly setting your body on fire with the tenderness you found in them. It felt good to be like this with Bruce, able to let go of the fears and inhibitions. Able to give in to the love you could feel coursing in your bloodstream every second you had spent with Bruce. Because even if he did not reciprocate, the memories would still be there. After. Whatever that meant. After you fucked it and told him, probably. With the aching heart beating in your chest and the creeping dread threatening to tear the moment away from you, the hesitant question placed itself on the tip of your tongue:

“Was it how you imagined?” with your eyes trained on his face, you knew when Bruce caught the meaning.

His flushed cheeks turned redder as his arms tightened around your waist, nose nuzzling into your head to buy him some time. And hide from your curious gaze. Bruce Wayne was adorable, and you had no idea what to do with the fact.

“Better,” his reply came in the form of a rushed word and was followed by an admission you almost thought you had misheard, “Think I’m already addicted to you” he raised his head again to meet your eyes.

It was impossible to get rid of the lovesick look on your face as your body shivered with anticipation. That something was still in the air. The tension that assured you Bruce was eager to take another step. You did not have to search your heart and mind to know you wanted it too. Right here and now. No matter the consequences. You knew there was a high chance you would regret it later. But that did not matter now.

Carefully, you placed your hand over his heart, splaying the palm on his chest and replied:

“That’s my line” taking a deep breath to take the plunge, you added, “I- I want you,” your voice wavered, but the revelation could not have been surer.

The sudden shyness was still concerning, rendering you nearly useless with how it had tied your tongue into knots. But with Bruce, those three words were enough. His eyes darkened almost instantly, a hitch in the breath disguised by a kiss pressed to your temple. It was easy to tell what it meant, encouraging you to trail your hand down the broad planes of his chest and stomach. Eliciting another gasp, this time masked with a tentative question:

“Are you sure?” the irony of his asking did not escape you.

The last time it had been you that asked, a thousand times or more, just to ascertain he would not regret it. To be assured that Bruce wanted to give you that crucial part of himself. A gift no one had given you before. Not quite like that. But now, after everything, you appreciated that he checked. Even though you never needed him to.

“Perfectly” you found his eyes to show him the smile on your face while your hand skated lower still, brushing over his abdomen and the trail of hair disappearing into the waistband.

But you did not stop there, letting your fingertips touch his zipper in what you hoped was a smooth enough suggestion. It worked if the way Bruce grabbed your hand was anything to go by. You shot him a questioning glance, waiting for that telling nod to work his belt undone. Once you had it, his eyes dark and hungry, you did not waste time tugging his trousers and boxers down his legs and throwing them somewhere onto the floor. The longer you hesitated, the more likely it would be for your head or heart to catch up. Intervene in what was supposed to be just sex. No strings attached. Or so you liked to tell yourself.

Only when neither of you could hide behind fabric or pretence, the noises in your head grew quiet again. The room was silent as your eyes trailed over his naked body, consuming all the details you had almost forgotten. Though it had only been days. Like the constellation of moles on his hip or the exact markings of his multiple scars. Like the fading bruises, which were all new to your eyes. Like the feel of his hand running over your hip and thigh, drawing you in for a kiss.

You went willingly, melting into his touch and making sure every inch of your body touched his. With your leg in between his, arms thrown around his waist and mouth sealed in a kiss. A kiss that went on for minutes, which felt like hours. An eternity of your tongues sliding against each other’s and tracing the insides of your mouths. Imprinting the taste of him in your mind forever. Slowly, your hands continued exploration, reaching down to touch his length. Carefully yet firmly enough to elicit a groan from his lips and break the kiss. Encouraged by the reaction, you circled his shaft with your hand, putting pressure and making Bruce gasp. It felt powerful.

Bruce met your gaze with dark, hungry eyes, wasting no time to delve a hand between your thighs and spread your arousal over your folds. All for an act of retaliation that had you cursing under your breath. All to make sure you were ready for him. Without stopping your ministrations, you settled to lie on your back, silently extending an invitation. Bruce took it with your name on his lips and his hands on your waist. He shifted to hover over you, knees resting in the cradle of your thighs. The staccato of your heartbeat thumped between your ribs as you laced your hands on the nape of his neck and met his gaze. Nodding once more to assure the both of you. That it was alright. It was what you wanted. Even if it already felt like a mistake.

Bruce entered you with a gasp falling from his lips, one of his hands coming up to cup your face. You exhaled sharply upon the stretch, body instantly accommodating the feel of him. Your legs opened wider, knees coming up to rest over his hips. It was simple, a primal instinct taking over as you looked him in the eyes and let him know it was okay to move. You could only hope that the pain in your heart would ease. That you could ignore it.

At first, it was easy. You did not let your eyes stray from Bruce, noting every expression that flitting across his face. The awe, the pleasure, and the need. Your fingers tangled into his hair while the other hand sought purchase on his shoulder. Feeling the heat radiating from him and warming every cell of your body. Bruce built up a rhythm, thrusting into you with ease and care. Now and then, he leaned in to kiss you, consuming your lips with his. You tried focusing on it, on the delicious friction and the feel of him inside you. On the closeness and the touch. On the familiarity of his kisses, the pressure of his mouth against yours. But it was not enough. Your heart still felt as if it was being torn apart.

With a moan, you hoisted your legs to cross them over his back, bucking your hips into his. Pleasure erupted underneath your eyelids as he hit the spot that made you cry out his name. Bruce’s only answer was a guttural groan reverberating through your joined bodies. Adding to the urgency building between you. To the need to have it faster and sooner and now. You repeated the move, following that instinct. Soon enough, you had Bruce where you wanted him – gasping and panting; his eyes screwed shut with pleasure.

The pressure in your abdomen rose, making your moans louder. Making you rake your fingernails over his back, breaking the skin and marking Bruce as yours. Only he wasn’t. He wasn’t yours. He could never be yours.

Later you wondered what the reason was. What made you break and shatter like glass. Whether it was how Bruce suddenly opened his eyes and looked at you. His gaze full of affection and admiration you did not deserve and never could live up to. Or his gentle touch, caressing the expanse of your thigh. Or the feel of his breath against your gasping mouth, offering kisses you could not claim without risking too much. Or how he whispered your name, the syllables filled with reverence and devotion. Or maybe it was the constant beating of your heart, spelling out the confessions you could never tell him. Blinding you to the pleasure building in your body.

Before you caught up and understood what was happening, it was done. Tears pooled in your eyes and spilt down your cheeks, tinting your swollen lips with salt. A whimper got caught in your throat, fracturing the moment in a second. You never had the time to hide.

As if in slow motion, you could see when Bruce noticed. His body stilled, eyes widening as his forehead scrunched up with concern. His palm returned to your cheek, rendering it impossible to escape his gaze. The heart thrashed in your chest as you scrapped your mind for words, excuses, anything at all. By the time Bruce asked the question, you came up empty:

“Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?” the worry in his voice felt like a knife to your bleeding heart; you tried turning your head into the pillow, but he did not let you, “Hey, don’t-” you’ve had enough, pressing your palm to his mouth, shutting him up.

At last, your brain found what was needed.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine” the lie fell with practised ease as you slipped on the mask you had tried on many times before; it was just another role, another part to play, “I’m good, Bruce. I promise” forcing a saccharine smile, you moved your palm to caress his face “Don’t stop, please” to strengthen the act, you tightened the muscles in your thighs, caging him within your hold.

Praying to every god you had ever heard of that Bruce would listen. That the tears could dry on your face, and he would push you over the precipice. Help you lose yourself in him and the pleasure. Because you could never explain it. Did not dare to try.

“But you’re-” the conflicted look in his eyes was still there, staining every word with unease.

Ripping your heart into shreds. But there was no other way. There was no universe where you could tell him the truth. No world where you could come clean, whisper those three cursed words, and have this. Things like that didn’t happen to people like you. So, you turned to what you knew best. Desperate to have this night, even if it would be the last one. Impatiently, you wiped the tears off your face and hooked your fingers under his chin, bringing Bruce closer. His mouth an inch away from yours, hot breath fanning your lips:

“I need you like this,” your eyes revealed the despair you no longer tried to hide, “I need you to fuck me so I can forget everything else” as soon as the words left your mouth, you knew why it felt wrong.

It was a dirty trick, an appeal to the side Bruce did not yet have under control. But it was the only one you knew would work. And it had to work.

His gasp and the way he twitched inside you confirmed you were right. But nothing eased the bitterness coating your tongue. Not the way Bruce squeezed you tighter, his swallowed curse buried in the heated kiss you did not deny him. When his tongue swept over yours, you wondered whether he could taste your anguish.

Bruce broke the contact too soon, searching your face for any signs of the truths you had been hiding. All for nothing. Pressing your forehead to his, you whispered the final word of encouragement:

“Please” you met his gaze, aware of your glassy eyes and the pain in your tone.

Bruce only nodded and kissed your forehead, resuming the steady rocking of his hips into yours. Almost as if nothing happened at all. Almost. Your inner walls involuntarily clenched around him, drawing out another groan. Making the throbbing between your thighs prominent again. Just like before. Squeezing his waist with your legs, you latched onto his arms, thrusting up to meet his hips with increasing speed. The desire pooled in your veins, making you bite his shoulder. Resulting in a loud moan, which only spurred you on.

Trading bites like kisses along his neck and throat till Bruce was panting above you. His hips stuttered and twitched in what you knew were tell-tale signs he was close. You were not that far behind, freeing one of your hands to find your clit between your bodies. Desperate to follow him.

Your movement made Bruce look up, his eyes instantly finding yours. You should have always known that would be your downfall. How he looked at you, his gaze filled with a myriad of feelings, some indescribable and impossible to identify. That same unknowable emotion there, like many times before. That tenderness and affection that bruised your heart each time. This one was not any different.

The heart thumped in your chest, the pulse in your ears drowning out thoughts and fears till all you could hear were the moans and sighs neither of you held back. Till unbidden words slipped through your tight control.

“Make me yours. I want to be yours” only when they were out, whispered in between whimpers, you realised what you just said.

What it meant. And prayed Bruce did not hear it. Please.

There was no time to dwell on it, for as soon as the words left your mouth Bruce’s hips stuttered. His tempo waned, forcing you to act. To take over the rhythm and buck your hips till you could feel him tense up. Till it was enough. His lips opened with a breathless moan as he came inside you with a sharp gasp, his head hiding in the crook of your neck. Bruce’s body shook in your hold as he rode the high, never once stopping to chant your name into your skin.

With his arms around you still, it was easy to let go. Let yourself fall, knowing Bruce was there to catch you. For once, you weren’t alone. The sensation of his teeth biting into the sensitive skin underneath your ear pushed you over the precipice. Your vision darkened, a sharp cry piercing the silence as your steel grip bruised his bicep. Your tense muscles uncoiled at once as the orgasm coursed through your body, twitching in the aftershocks. You had been burnt to cinder. Ruined for anyone else. Forever.

Unable to move, you sagged into the mattress, eyes closed to stop yourself from doing something stupid. Or stupider than you’ve already done. Faintly, you could feel a reassuring touch running over your arms and waist, lulling the anxieties and fears. Fooling you into the promise of safety. But the mirage was better than the hard truth and the cruel reality. You took a deep breath to steady your heart and opened your eyes.

Only to find Bruce gazing back at you with concern. On its own accord, your hand rose to smooth the wrinkle between his eyebrows. Before you could drop it again, he pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist. He rolled off your body, putting inches of space between you as he settled on his side.

“Everything alright?” his question brought you back into the moment, anchoring your mind in the present.

The tinge of relief at the lack of mention of your slip-up was unmistakable. But so was the gratitude you felt upon check-in. A step Bruce could have ignored after everything you had put him through. Especially tonight. Your throat suddenly felt dry. You went too far, didn’t you?

“Yeah. Yes,” swallowing hard, you hoped the guilt could be wiped off your face, “You’ve just kinda blown my mind” a half-hearted shrug and a weak smile were all you could manage.

It was not surprising to see a flash of distrust in Bruce’s eyes as they scanned your face for any signs of lies. You were too good at pretending for him to find anything solid. But he knew you well enough to tell something was off. After a beat, he gave up, meeting your gaze with a smirk of his own:

“You asked me to” the confidence in his voice was still there, now, perhaps even stronger.

Because – yes. You asked, and he delivered, and now you knew, for a fact, that Bruce Wayne was an avid learner. Which somehow made everything harder. Like not falling for him further. If that was even possible.

You did not talk much after. With your refusal to delve into any part of what happened, and Bruce’s inability to persuade you to talk, it was easier to stay silent. As if on autopilot, you pressed a final kiss to his lips and got up, wordlessly heading to the ensuite. To hide and marinate in misery for as long as you could without it being even more suspicious. Avoiding the mirror, you got dressed in a set of sweats and cleaned your face.

The unknown of what you would find back in your room terrified you the most. Because there was no guarantee Bruce would still be there. You did not discuss it, easily letting the awkwardness consume you both. But the hope was still there. The hope that he would stay. Even if just this once.

When you had hand-combed your hair and checked at least twenty times whether there were no signs of the war you were waging in your head, you exited the bathroom. Your eyes darted across the room, drawn to the bed where you had last seen him. Bruce was still there, sitting on the edge of the mattress with his back turned to you. Your heart thumped in your chest, relieved and overwhelmed at once. Bruce waiting on you was just a part of the predicament. The other was that now you had to ask for what you needed.

The creaking floorboards gave away your presence as Bruce glanced at you over his shoulder. He was still shirtless, his back littered with moles, scars, and red lines from where you had scratched him. The discovery brought an instant blush to your cheeks as you silently stared back. The impasse was broken by Bruce’s timid smile, warming up your heart and stifling the fears. If he was still around, it meant that it would be okay. Right?

In a split second, you decided that the only way of finding out was to ask him. No matter how terrifying that seemed. Steeling your spine upon his searching look, you whispered the question:

“Can you stay with me?” fully aware of the tremble in your voice and the shaking in your hands, clasped together tightly.

Aware of the vulnerability you were showing, on top of the rollercoaster of emotions you had dragged him through the past hour. But there was no annoyance on Bruce’s face. An invisible weight lifted off your shoulders as you watched him nod, following the gesture with a reply:

“I was hoping you’d ask” it was that same soft tone which had captured your heart at the very beginning.

Almost as gentle as the look in his eyes, willingly offering the truth you did not expect to hear. Not after everything. Frozen with the dazed smile on your lips, you only moved when Bruce got up from the bed and crossed the space to you. His hand reached out to squeeze your palms as he leaned in to kiss your temple. Without another word, he disappeared into the bathroom. But there were no regrets or uncertainties this time. He would stay. It would be okay.

At least until the morning.

***

Later, when she was long asleep, quiet snores breaking the silence in the room, Bruce was still awake. He watched her chest rise and fall with every breath. Her head was cushioned on his shoulder as if it belonged there. There was only a slight twinge of guilt in his heart when he tightened the hold over her body, drawing her closer. Because god only knew how long that would last. Because if there was one thing the evening taught him, it was that she still was lost within the prison of her own making. Unwilling to believe it was real. That this was real. She was still looking for a reason to run. And he had no way of proving her wrong.

But Bruce wanted to try. Even if it would all be in vain.

He stared at her peaceful face, bathed in the faint moonlight peeking through the hastily drawn curtains, feeling the steady beat of her heart. There was only one thought circling in his head like a vulture. She was wrong. And she had to know. Bruce turned his head towards hers, instantly feeling her burrow her head into the crook of his neck. Still asleep. An uncertain smile bloomed on his face as he whispered:

“I told you there would never be anybody else,”

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

The way I'm not reading the new acotar book WHEN it comes out, I feel like sjm completely ruined the characters for me specially elain. Another of my problem is this stupid weird love triangle between azriel elain and Lucien like miss girl you already did that with feyre, tamlin and Rhys, why make another fucking one?

I think the whole situation is stupid just let one fucking character move on, grow up and becoming stronger without a MALE to help them or on their side, let her show her own worth by herself. Elain doesn't need anyone. A lot of people have been cuddling her, she needs to learn how to take care of herself for once ( I'm saying that to be mean btw ). I just want to see her doing something by herself once( for fucks sake my girl has plant knowledge she can make poisons and shit and she's silent and very attentive make her a spy or something or FUCK IT MAKE HER POISON IVY. )

Another one is I felt Azriel gave playboy vibes? And I can't tell you why he just did and that greatly turned me off ( not sexually lol ) from his character, like okay he's the quiet bad boy everyone is attractive to because he's hot and powerful and gets all the ladies and is supposedly good in bed....Kay what about his personality? his character? his inner thoughts? his overall character growth? that I know he won't get because he's a possible love interest ( like Rhys and his abuse and rape by the red headed grimlin) and she's ( sjm ) for some reason doesn't seem the need to envolve the love interest? They suffered! where's the healing woman!? Are their only worth being a love interest with amazing bedrooms "skills"? Just leave the characters alone not everyone needs to be in a relationship? Just give us the healing and good character arcs ( and I'm not saying the spicy scenes ain't hot because by all means give me some Azriel smut but with someone newwwwwww ) you know what's gonna be a better love arc? Elain and Gwyn getting together now THAT is spicy.

Also the major thing

Ain't no way you based a lot of the spicy scenes out of you and your husband?!! Hell nah immediately outta there, I'm sorry I just don't need to know that? And if it isn't true and people are fucking with me then....

Fuck y'all 😂

Sorry for my rant and if anyone has a different view by all means, pls give me something because I swear I can't read anything from her anymore I'll just take my favorite fanfic authors and be on my merry way.

Gonna continue to leave these asks for everyone to see, feel free to interact/share your opinions! 💕

[lacreni]

💕WIP Romance Week, prompt 4: the lengths they’ll go to for each other 💕

This one is going to be a little different because I actually have a very rough first draft scene with Liana and Camrys both choosing violence! Sorry Bree, you should have gone on more adventures.

Kai and Liana and Camrys

“You’re supposed to be resting.” Liana’s voice was soft, as always, but firm as a mountain, "You're going to break open that wound again."

She was sitting on one of the benches that ringed the courtyard, a lap desk settled across her skirts and a pen in her hand. One of the servants with her immediately took both and she stood, the long fluttering sleeves of her dress falling down from where she’d rolled them up.

“Li. You need to get everyone inside. Someone is-”

The sound of the pistol cocking was very, very quiet in the broad courtyard, but impossible to miss. Kaios jerked around, following the sound to the roof where Mahi was crouched, aiming down.

“Where’s your fucking boyfriend, singer?”

Kaios took a step forward, “Easy no-”

The ground next to him exploded.

“Not a fucking word! I know how you work, now! You don’t get to fucking talk!”

Kaios didn’t dare look away from the crazed man, so he tried tracking everyone in the courtyard by the sound of the screams. Nirra and the kids were being shepherded or dragged away under the cover of the roof, but for some reason he couldn’t hear Liana. He could hear her little lap-desk hitting the ground and her handmaidens screaming, but he couldn’t hear her.

Not until she calmly stepped in front of him, her wings spreading between him and the barrel of the gun, “How dare you.”

Whatever thoughts Kaios had ran screaming into the distance.

Mahi stared down at the tiny, well-dressed woman in confusion, the barrel of his pistol lowering slightly to point at her instead, “Who the fuck are you?”

“You will not harm my husband, villain.”

Mahi laughed, and with a bang that very nearly made Kaios’s heart stop entirely, fell face-first off the roof to the ground of the courtyard below. Liana took a small step back in shock, her wings drawing in and pressing against his chest. Kaios wrapped his arms around her shoulders and swiveled his head. Camrys calmly stepped over the peak of the roof, his own pistol still raised, and stopped on the downwards slope.

“Cam? You- you shot him!”

“He was pointing a gun at your wife. Of course I shot him.”

Mahi began to groan and push himself up off the ground. Camrys tisked. There were two more loud bangs, and then an overwhelming silence as the man’s soul detached from his body and the glowing lights of it began to float free. The slender, tall man stepped off the roof and landed in a low crouch beside the ruined remains of Mahi’s head, his cold expression turning into solid ice as the thready roots of Jonat’s tendrils yanked the cultist's still-dazed soul down into the ground before Camrys could do anything to stop it.

“Fuck.”

“You killed him!” Kaios protested weakly, his entire body beginning to shake with spent adrenaline.

“Yes. Well. Doing it your way didn't work." Cam replied flatly, drawing up to his feet and straightening his waistcoat with a small, angry jerk, "I really wish you'd stayed in bed and let me handle this."

“Quite right.” Liana agreed, breaking away from Kaios’s grip and striding across the courtyard towards Camrys, “Down here.”

Camrys gave Liana a long look out of the bottom edge of his glasses, “Excuse me?”

“Bend down.”

Camrys gave the Matriarch a long, dubious look, but with only the smallest sound of aggravation he stooped low in something that looked like a bow but held none of the deference. Liana waited patiently for his face to come into range before taking it in both hands and leaning in to press a small, dry kiss onto his lips.

“Thank you.”

Camrys immediately began to go purple in the cheeks and jerked back up to his full height, “… Oh.”

"Do you think you could help me tie my husband down? I think it might be the only way to keep him in bed, and I simply don't know a thing about knots."

Camrys very nearly smiled.

[seriesxwriting]

In his arms

Pairing- Robby Keane and you

Warnings- fighting with use of a knife, kissing, a robbery and swearing.

Series- cobra Kai!!

Summary- you and your boyfriend Robbie Keene are in the middle of an argument but when your house is Robbed by an armed man you only want Robbie. You only feel safe with Robbie.

—💕—

“I’m not arguing anymore Robbie! I’m done with this you need to grow up” my voice rose with clear anger and I ripped the phone from my ear ending it on my boyfriend. The name flashed off the screen with all the hearts surrounding it vanishing too. I blinked at the white home screen trying to figure out what I do to keep my self busy. Because if I didn’t I’d cry, and if I cried I was weak.

Everyone in the valley did karate at this point they were all strong, apart from me. I hated violence I was never very good at it my self.

Before him, it turned me away almost immediately from a boy. I didn’t ever think I’d find the one.

But I met Robbie through the violence he was engaged in at the mall that thursday morning.

He was running, clearing chasing someone when the clumsy yet handsome boy ran straight into me, knocking us both brutally to the ground.

Fighting was usually a massive turn off for me but it looked so good on Robbie Keene. It didn’t take us long to fall absolutely in love with each other.

That was almost two years ago, fights like this saddened me yes. But didn’t worry me anymore. Not like most people. We would work it out tomorrow or the day after that.

But now I had to distract my self from dwelling on it. My sad eyes scanned my room for something to do away from my phone. It was then, a loud heart-stopping crash came from my kitchen bounced off my walls. Usually I’d ignore it due to my loud family, but I was home alone.

Someone else was here.

Though the hairs all stood up like soldiers and my blood ran cold like a river I managed to slide out my covers onto the smooth polished wooden planks I had on my floor. More crashed came like an animal was in my house. My feet tiptoed my self across the room trying to close as much space between me and the door as possible.

I clung onto it like it was a Roman shield. Like this door would protect me. I crouched down peeling back the door and squinting through the crack checking the coast was clear. It was. Silently the door was pulled open to its limit and I like a ninja slid across the walls to the stairs.

Creeping down the fluffy carpet i peep round the wall for any sign of movement. My eyes widened with fear as my heart punched my chest again and again. Breathing became hard as I crawled back up the steps making my way back to Safety.

Someone was trying to rob my home. Wearing all black with a ski mask on hiding his face. What amplified my fear was the stainless steal piece in his gloved hand. I desperately clambered onto my bed to find my phone between all the silk sheets. Generally not calling the police but my boyfriend for help.

There’s no place I felt safer than in his arms.

“Thought you where done talking to me” he asked with snide. I gulped ignoring the argument. “Robbie there’s someone in my house” I whispered climbing back down and leaning up against the door. “What?” His tone changed dangerously “theres someone in my house and they have a knife” the first tear of the night did a rolly polly down my cheek as my eyes squeezed shut.

“I’m coming right now! Where are you” he demanded making loud clashes dropping what ever he was doing. “In my bedroom- I think he’s a thief Robbie” “don’t worry he will give us answers, I need you to stay up there and lock the door don’t make a sound okay” Robbie’s voice had no hint of patients and I didn’t want to do anything other than that.

My hand reached to my golden lock above my head and I twisted it while biting down on my teeth. “Done” i told him quietly. The bottom stair creaked when someone stood on it, the familiar sound filled the house. “I love you Robbie” I sniffed feeling my heart beat pick up again.

“Don’t do that- I’m five minutes away just hold on for me okay” he breathed panicked. Just like that my phone died in my hands before I could answer. “shit- are you serious” I whispered trying to tap it back on. I eyed up my charger on the other side of the room. But before I could reach for it my ears pricked up hearing the man get to the top of the stairs.

My body froze and I didn’t want to move towards the charger anymore. All I could do was listen to the hard boots smash against the floor as he made his way down the corridor. The handle above my head turned but the door couldn’t open. The man tried again this time pushing against it. I bit down on my lip hard. nails digging into my legs.

All of a sudden I heard a smack.

——

Robbie smashed the man’s head on the door giving him a bloody and broken nose. The knife in his hand dropped to the floor spiralling away from the two. “Who the fuck are you” Robbie’s eyes slimmed trying to work out who it was through the ski mask but the man lunged for him. Robbie blocked two punches and held his arm before kneeing him in the side and then kicking his back.

The man fell to the floor and Robbie flipped him over going to punch. The robber blocked it and pushed Robbie off him trying to crawl to the knife. Robbie kicked his face making the man hit the wall with power. “Come on them big man, get up” he panted looking at the robber hold his croocked nose. He slowly stood up and Robbie fell back into the stance enjoying the fight too much.

“I don’t want to hurt you kid” the man put his hands up, but Robbie just laughed hysterically. “Should have thought about that before you tried to rob my girlfriends house” he didn’t back down from the stance. The man chuckled and then tried to surprise Robbie with another punch. The brunette boy held his arm attacking the shoulders and snapping the arm. The man winced in pain but Robbie wasn’t finished.

He kicked his back allowing the man to fall to the ground. His hand reached out for the knife but my boyfriend stamped on it before bending down and replacing his foot with his knee. The guy screamed out by Robbie ignored it. His hand now reached out and pulled the mask off the man’s ugly face. “I’ve seen you around- just a dirty scumbag” Robbie grabbed his hair and smashed the man’s face into the ground finally knocking him out.

He stood up backing away watched his work for a second before turning to my room panting. He knocked on the door leaning against it.

——

“Y/n? You in there is okay to come out now” he breathed slowly. I immediately stood up and unlocked the door. With no hesitation I ripped it open and flung my arms around my boyfriends neck. He giggled showering my head with kissing “this beats normal making up after an argument” he whispered holding me tightly. “Thank you Robbie” I whispered eyeing the body over his shoulder.

“Don’t look at him” he told me brushing my face softly. “We should call the police” he lead me into my room closing the door to. “I’m sorry for shouting at you that wasn’t necessary” “I can’t even remember what the argument was about y/n” he shook his head not caring. “I’m always here for you even if we’re arguing love”.

At this I grabbed his beautiful face pulling it swiftly towards mine. It was the only thing that could have stopped me from smiling at this point. He knew exactly what to say to me that just made me fall even harder for him every day. The brunette boy held my face gently as we both moved in passionate sync.

“Anything for you y/n” he told me under his breath kissing my nose.

—💕—

Masterlist- for more like this!

[pedrito-friskito]

ookkkkkk I need some more college!matt PLEASE

and being as self-indulgent and needy as I am, maybe something smutty???? Like how you find out how secretly freaky he is or something IDK HELP

YOU WANT IT YOU GOT IT 💕

I have a lot of fluff on the way to make up for all the filth I’ve been cranking out recently but hey a girl’s gotta eat right? 🍑

four point woah - college!matt murdock x fem!reader

warnings: uh soft dom!matt, use of restraints, unprotected p-in-v (wrap ur SHIT FOLKS), shockingly not a lot of dirty talk but I wanna ride matt murdock into next week so here we are

✨kay’s 300 follower celebration✨

The moment you step through the room of your dorm, you’re already toeing off your heels, peeling the fake lashes from your lids, running your tongue over the crack in your bottom lip that’s currently filled with lip balm. It tastes weirdly sweet, and you’re distracted by it for a moment, feeling Matt come up behind you, taking the cap from your hand and setting it on your desk. Your gown goes next, pulled gently from your shoulders and draped carefully over the chair. You’re still preoccupied by the lip balm, diploma held in your other hand.

It’s only when Matt pulls on it, tugging the piece of paper from your grip, leaning in to press his mouth against your neck, stepping close until his entire body is pressed against yours. His free hand finds your hip, rucking up your dress so the hem slides up your thighs. “Hey, be careful with that thing,” you murmur, turning and snatching the diploma back from him, reaching back and tapping his forehead with it. “Cost me a fortune.”

“You worked hard for it, baby,” he tells you, pulling you back against him with both hands now before he reaches up to pull his glasses off his face, tossing them onto your desk. “You deserve it.” He mouths up the side of your neck, tongue darting out to taste your skin, and you can’t stop yourself from tilting your head to the side, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his teeth scraping his pulse, giving him better access. One hand wraps around your thigh. “I’m so proud of you, you know that?”

You shrug a shoulder. “It’s a bachelor of arts, Matthew,” you grumble, rolling your eyes only because you know he won’t see it, and all you can hear is your mother’s voice in your head — Matt’s going to be a lawyer? Well, isn’t that something, honey. “Not like Mr. Law Degree over here.” You reach back and grab a handful of his ass through his dress pants, squeezing for emphasis.

“Stop that,” he grumbles back, turning you in his arms as you toss the diploma onto the desk to join your cap and his glasses. “You should be proud of yourself, and you know, I’m the lucky one in this scenario.” One hand lifts, fingers settling around your neck, and he tilts your head back slowly, kissing his way from one cheek to the other, pecking the tip of your nose before he’s moving down to your jaw and back to your throat. “I’ve got the prettiest,” a nip just for good measure, “smartest girlfriend in the world.”

You can’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes again. “So says the blind lawyer.”

He chuckles against your pulse. “I’m not a lawyer yet, sweetheart.”

“But you are blind,” you reply, letting your eyes shut again as he licks across your jugular.

Matt just laughs again, his breath warm and making your skin tingle. “Maybe,” he murmurs, and the hand not at your throat slides down your hip, swinging between your legs and pulling up quickly, the skirt of your dress caught on his wrist, “but I’d say I know my way around you pretty well.”

A gasp rips through your throat as he manages to press two fingers right where you’re the hottest, and you can already feel the arousal dripping through you, goosebumps rising on your skin as he finally lifts his mouth from your neck to kiss you.

It’s wet and it’s messy, tongues and teeth clashing, both of you gasping and laughing and chuckling until he’s pressing you back onto your bed, still fully dressed in his suit, and you can see the way he’s bulging against his zipper, the soft fabric doing little to hide it. He pulls moans from you as he slots a leg between yours, the thick muscle in his thigh rubbing against you all too perfectly. You pull on his tie, trying to keep his mouth within reach, and he makes a noise you’ve never heard before, growling your name and kissing you so hard you see stars, hitching one leg around his hip in an attempt to draw you closer.

“Baby,” he groan into your mouth, canting his hips into yours, one hand wrapping around your lifted leg and keeping it in place, “there’s something I’ve been wanting to try.” He stumbles a bit, choking on a breath when his covered cock drags right up your core, making you mewl beneath him. “Would you…fuck, would you let me?”

“Anything, Matty,” you breathe, arching your back as he leans down to kiss your chest, the neckline of your dress askew and baring more of you to him. “I’m yours.”

He knows. The weight of this day had been looming over your head since you got the date from the school, and you’ve been on edge since. And finally, it was over; finally, you had graduated. Finally, the stress and the build-up and the anxiety could disappear with the wind.

And if Matt could help make it disappear, distracting you with other things, then all the better.

He hovers over you, hands finding both your wrists and tugging them over your head. He leads your hands through the spaces in your headboard, wrapping your fingers around the wood. “Keep still,” he murmurs against your skin, dragging his tongue along the hollow of your throat before he’s sitting up, the warmth of him abruptly gone, and you whine. “Shh, baby.”

You bite your tongue, watching him move up until his legs are either side of you, legs straddling your hips, sitting astride you. You can’t help but reach down, letting go of the headboard to grab his ass again, and Matt laughs again when you squeeze.

Then you look up, just in time to see him tugging off his tie, loosening the perfectly tied knot. “Give me your hands,” he says, his voice firm, and your stomach does a little flip. You do as he says, lifting both wrists together. He drops the loop around your hands, pulls the knot tight once more, and then he’s dragging your arms above your head again, securing the ends of the tie to the headboard. 

Securing you to the headboard.

Your throat is suddenly a desert, and he leans down until his mouth is by your ear. “If you want me to stop, you say devil, and everything stops, you understand?” A chill zips down your spine, making you adjust your hips beneath him.

“Yes, Matty.”

“Good girl.” A nip to your earlobe and he’s gone again, shuffling back down the bed. There’s little ceremony, more action than teasing, and you’re grateful for it, your body coming to life beneath his touch in a way you’ve come to love with Matt. He pushes your dress higher until the hem is around your hips, exposing your thighs and core to him, your underwear now drenched beyond belief. He makes quick work of them, pulling the fabric down your legs and you don’t miss the fact that he stuffs them into his back pocket rather than letting them drop to the floor.

Your bed is barely big enough for the two of you, but Matt makes do, crouching towards the foot and pushing your thighs wide. And then he dives right in, mouth covering you completely, the warmth of his tongue pouring over you like a tidal wave, making every nerve come to life and stand at attention, begging for more.

You go to reach for him, fingers itching to tangle in his hair, feel the unfairly soft strands between your knuckles, but then you’re stopped. You can’t. And it’s frustrating as all hell, your hips lifting off the bed as Matt drives his tongue into you deep, hands curling around your thighs to keep you in place, keeping you close so he can tend to you.

You pull hard on the tie, hard enough that the headboard shakes, the wood smacking loudly against the wall and you can feel his grin. It only seems to spur him on, his tongue more enthusiastic as you pull harder, knuckles going white when you wrap your fingers around the fabric confining you.

“Matt,” you moan, your knees twitching wide as he moves up to your clit, sucking hard and flicking his tongue across it. You’re almost there, the strength in his movements and the fact that he’s right there, right fucking there and you can’t touch him driving you nearly mad.

And then he stops.

It’s abrupt, the way he drags his tongue away, reaching up to wipe his hand across his mouth, lips swollen and cheeks flushed. He looks delicious.

He grabs your leg and pulls it over, turning you onto your stomach. You keep your head turned to the side, gulping down air as he reaches for your hips and lifts. There’s the jangling of his belt, the sound of metal hitting your floor, and the sigh of a zipper. You watch him bring a hand to his mouth, tongue darting across his palm, but then you blink and he’s pressing into you, hard as a rock, scraping every nerve in you so quickly you choke on your own breath.

Matt sets a quick rhythm, hands curled around your hips, keeping you in one place while he rams into you, the hard ridge of his stomach hitting your ass with every thrust.

He’s still dressed, you realize, when he leans over you, planting one hand on either side of your head, seeing the cuffs of his shirt still neatly folded against his wrists. It only makes you wetter.

“My pretty girl,” he grunts out, dropping his head until his forehead is resting between your shoulder blades. “Fuck, you feel good.”

“Matt,” you call again, but the syllable strangles off into a moan as he dives one hand between your body and the mattress, expert fingers finding your clit and rubbing in perfect time with his thrusts, enough to make your eyes roll back in your skull, jaw falling slack against the blankets.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs against your skin, his own voice stuttering. He’s close, too. “C’mon, I wanna cum with you. Let me feel you.”

His wish is your command. The pad of his middle fingers drags against your clit at just the right angle, coupled with a well-timed thrust, and you’re absolutely gone, turning to a babbling mess beneath him, hands curling in the blankets, back arching and pressing your ass so hard against him it makes him cum too, gasping against your spine. 

You hum as his warmth spreads through you, legs cramping from being stuck in the position they’re in, but you don’t care. Matt presses soft kisses against your back once he catches his breath, reaching towards the headboard to release you, pulling the knot off with ease. He maneuvers you until you’re laying face to face, still pressed inside you, and brings your wrists to his lips, one after the other, grazing his lips against the marks left by his tie.

“Did you…” he starts, and Matt is blushing, “…like it?”

Your jaw drops and you lean forward, kissing his stupidly pretty mouth. “Yes, Matthew, I liked it.” You nip at his bottom lip, mirroring the grin that spreads across his face. “Next time, I get to tie you up.”

His mouth goes slack, cheeks heating further. “Deal.”

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[kaimelia]

Dia duit! May I ask for kaimelia and caring you into bed because you fell asleep on the couch waiting for me to get home from work, something that's pretty much tradition at this point from list 3 please? Is breá liom tú 💕

Kai grinned to themself as they pushed open the door to their apartment, dropping their keys in the bowl and their bag on the floor.

Amelia was on the couch, curled up with a blanket covering her body, a book open on her lap, and her head fallen to the side as she slept peacefully.

"I told you not to wait up for me," Kai chuckled, taking off their coat and walking over to the couch. They picked up her book, sticking the bookmark laid on the coffee table in her page, and set the book down before gently maneuvering their arms under her and carefully lifting her.

Her head leaned against their chest as Kai took careful steps down the hallway. They smiled as she grabbed a fistful of the fabric of their shirt, the same way Scout did when they carried him to bed.

"You smell like the lab," Amelia muttered, her voice heavy and her eyes still closed. Kai laid her onto the bed, pulling the comforter over her body and pressing their lips to her forehead.

"I told you I'd be back late. You didn't have to wait."

"I'm determined to actually be awake when you get home one of these days," she yawned, turning onto her side and pulling the blankets up closer. They brushed her hair behind her ear before stepping away and quickly tossing their work clothes into the laundry bin, replacing them with a t-shirt and boxers. "So either I need to get better at staying up, or you need to come home earlier."

"But why would I do that when I could come home to you asleep on the couch?" They whispered, sliding under the covers beside Amelia, scooching close to her and throwing their arm over her waist. "Plus, you're already warm."

"Mm." She curled back into their body, closing her eyes again at the feeling of their breath against the back of her head.

"Goodnight, Amelia," Kai murmured, waiting a moment for a response before the comfort pulled them into a deep sleep.

[the-original-skipps]

sending my request as a different ask because i didnt want it to take away from the message and my thanks for ur awesome writings! my mental health is pretty bad right now and my household situation is bad sometimes i wish i could run away even just a little bit. maybe mikey comforting reader and going for a late night ride or something? i wish i could hug and cry my heart out in someones arms irl :_) if this req makes u uncomfortable, feel free to delete it!! Have an amazing day and make sure u eat ur meals and drink water ❤️❤️

Into the Night.

Note: Ahhh thank you for the message that was really sweet of you ❤ I'm sorry to hear that things aren't going well irl but even though you don't know me if you ever need me let me know things will get better soon I'll be cheering for you! I'll be happy to write your request 💕 aww I will! take care I love you get lots of rest sending you tons of virtual hugs

You sigh as you bring your knees closer to you, sitting on your bed as your room is enveloped in darkness. Only the light from your slightly opened curtains illuminating the room and your presence. Casting your eyes towards your window, you couldn't help but let your thoughts roam free. How you wished you could escape from your life even just for a moment and forget about the pain and the exhaustion. Outside from your room which now feels like a prison.

Interrupting your thoughts you hear a buzzing coming from your phone. You didn't have the energy to pick up so you let it ring. Pulling your knees closer you laid your head against your knees, trying to drown out the sound. However, even as the buzzing stops it soon starts again.

Who could be calling you this late at night? You wonder briefly before reaching out for your phone but only when you see the caller ID do you frown. You knew he'll keep calling unless you pick up so you take a deep breath before answering the call.

"...Hello?"

"(Y/N)-cchi, you didn't pick up right away! You had me worried."

"Sorry Mikey, I was sleeping." You let out a dry laugh as you press your phone closer to your ear. Hearing his voice made your heart warm, it always had. "Is something wrong?"

"Come outside!"

Your eyes widen as you heard his words. Outside? No, he couldn't possibly be. You rush towards your window opening it and below you could see Mikey on his Babu waving at you with his phone pressed against his ear. You stare in shock before quickly responding. "You can't be here! What ifー"

"Don't sweat the details. Let's go somewhere!"

"Butー"

"I'm not leaving until you say yes."

Your shocked face slowly forms a tiny smile as you stare at the blonde haired boy who was waiting for you. "Alright, I'll come."

"Kay, hurry!" With that he ends the call and puts his phone into his pocket now using both of his hands to wave at you, ushering you to come. Slowly, you place the phone away from your ear before turning around and tossing it on your bed.

Quietly, you slip on a pair of shoes before placing your hand on the handle of your entrance. Slowly turning it with your breathe hitched you managed to open it without it causing a sound. With that you slip out from your home towards the dark of night.

"Because I wanted to see you."

Mikey grins as he watches your figure approaching him. "Took you long enough!" He speaks as he ruffles your hair as you reach him. You brush his hand off before frowning.

"Why are you here?"

You blink as you process his words, a slight blush dusted upon your cheeks. Words stuck in your throat as you fail to reply to him, while he smiles at you.

"Get on." He passes you a helmet before starting the engine of his motorcycle. You silently obey him and put on the helmet before sitting behind him. Even as you were comfortably seated Mikey did not move causing you to tilt your head in confusion.

"Let's go?"

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Mikey turns his head to look at you with a pout of his face one hand on his hip. You stare at him blankly for a moment trying to understand what he wants until it hit you.

Oh.

Hesitantly, you wrap your arms around his waist in a tight hold. You could feel your blush reappearing as Mikey grins at you in approval finally accelerating his motorcycle.

.

.

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Mikey drives down the road, the engine of his motorcycle filling the silence of the night. The scenery flashing past you as you rest your head against his back. Closing your eyes, you relish in his presence and his warmth. You could feel your troubles melting away as all your negative thoughts disappear. Tighting your hold around his waist you press yourself closer to him, nuzzling into his back as you feel tears prick your eyes.

The breeze rushing past you making your hair dance in the wind as you both make your way to who knows where in the middle of the night with no one around you. Just as you were relaxing, Mikey's loud shout interrupted your peace. You flinch in surprise before confusion takes over moving your head away from his back. Mikey continues to shout his laughter following right after as he speeds up his motorcycle.

"Try it!" Mikey shouts over the noise of his engine as he takes a quick peek at you before facing the road again. You grip the jacket he was wearing as you decide upon his words.

"Come on! I promise it feels good!"

"Oh, fuck it."

Pushing your thoughts away you let out a loud shout before it turns into a scream and into laughter. The wind rushing past you as you raise your arms into the air. The starry night sky reflecting back at you as you look up. You don't know if it's because of the harsh wind but you could feel your tears freely rolling down your cheeks as laughter escapes from your lips. How you wished this moment lasted forever, just you and him without a care in the world.

Mikey smiles as he hears the sound of your laughter as he senses your sadness leaving you. He could tell from the moment you answered the phone that you weren't okay but now hearing your laughter. He knows everything will be okay. That you'll be okay, he'll make sure of it.

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A3! If you were their roommate p.4

Hey! Last addition of these HC, enjoy! 💕

                                                ❄Winter❄

Hisoka

When you first met him you really thought he had some medical condition because who the hell SLEEPS THAT MUCH.

He’s a mystery. Changes jobs like the weather and even when you feel like you know him, he still surprises you with some new skill.

Surprisingly tidy, though you have to alure him to do his chores from time to time.

You two have the same favorite spot on the couch and always try to steal it from each other whenever one gets up.

“I left Penpen on the seat.” 

“Penpen doesn’t have a say in this.”

After being roomates with Hisoka nothing will scare you anymore. You come home late and there’s a body laying on the floor? Hisoka. You wake up running out of time and there’s a lump resting on the sink? Hisoka.

“Hisoka, you pay to have your own room and bed, you know that right.”

“Comfier…here…”

Because he usually doesn’t have anything in his pantry other than marshmallows, you have to force him to go grocery shopping with you.

Tasuku

Walks around the apartment shirtless.

First to wake up. He does some stretches and then leaves for his daily jog or to the gym. 

Tends to offer joining him more times than you’d like so insert here multiple varieties of “Thanks buddy, but I rather not go out at 5AM on a Saturday.” 

Forgets to knock on your door or bathroom from time to time, especially if he has a script in hand.

Also uses too much sport dehodorant and protein powder in your opinion.

Doesn’t watch that much TV unless there’s a football match, a movie for a play or you just pest him to join you.

You sometimes arrive at the apartment and notice Tasuku is still in character from one of his plays. You think it’s hilarious and because of that, have more than once recorded him while talking to himself.

Tasuku doesn’t find it as funny as you do.

The one in charge of repairing the sink or figuring out why the dryer isn’t drying while you hold the lantern.

Azuma

Distributing chores who? This man full SUGEST hiring a housekeeper.

“Fufu it’s okay Y/N, I will take care of the expenses.”

“You are SO far from understanding what’s bothering me.”

Your apartment could absolutely be in the front cover of a fashion magazine- The decor is?? The bathroom is full of creams and hair products. Even the air smells nice in there.

Azuma doesn’t really cook, so options are either you or take outs.

He’s also not much of an outdoor type of person but enjoys boardgames and playing cards with you. 

Shares with you the majority of the presents he’s given from his clients and likes to celebrate your accomplishments by gifting you things or inviting you to different trips because why not.

Long night talks while drinking wine, tea, or cocoa are a thing. Azuma brings an aura of maturity and stability to the apartment that showers you with a sense of calm. 

You can ask him about any topic or struggle and he will be down to seat and talk about it. If you’re more of a shy and reserved person, he will also respect your need for privacy and let you be.

Tsumugi

Honestly feels like living with your grandma. A pretty chill and comfortable roommate to have, no issues here.

Every morning there’s a drowzy exchange based on nods and grunts while sipping coffee because neither of you are fully awake.

Also Tsumugi has the craziest bed-head.

The tiny terrace of the apartment has become a fairy garden with differents flower pots growing and vines all over the walls.

Still new to the whole digital era, he asks a lot for your help.

“Thanks Y/N, I couldn’t figure out how to get them to enter the zoom call and it’s almost time.”

“No problem- oh hey guys! Go easy on Tsumugi-sensei today, ‘kay? He was fighting with the computer for one hour until-”

“Y/N!”

At first you used to bet on rock paper scissor to decide small stuff but you banned it because it was always you who lost.

You two don’t go out much, but if you are free, he’ll suggest to go watch any play in Veludo and then have some drinks, which usually ends with him getting tipsy and you spending the way back to the apartment hearing agreeing on his heated analyses of the play.

Homare

Being roommates with this man intensifies e v e r y t h i n g.

The whole apartment has been decorated with the most extravagant things brought by the two of you.

“Homare! I just found a lamp that has a flamingo stand!”

“MARVELOUS”

Everytime any of you sing or rap, the other just has to dramatically harmonize or answer with another rap, even if you are on the other side apartment. 

Homare has absolutely no idea how to do chores, but will do his best and ends up enjoying it.

This does not translate to being well done job.

“Ah, welcome back, Y/N! I shall have you notice I did all of our laundry!”

“Please tell me you separated the clothes, please tell me you separated the clothes, please tell me you-”

Declares himself excited your assistant if you two decide to cook together a.k.a he’ll start making poems as you cook and he works on the three carrots you let him peal.

Will take you along to all of his author galas as his partner. “Y/N, dress to the nines, we are going to an event, dinner is on me!”

Guy

He’s a low maintenance roommate. Simple. Minimalist.

Guy is generally pretty organised and neat. He doesn’t have many things, in fact most of the apartment interior and decor is yours.

Tends to keep his space from you.

Not because he doesn’t enjoy your company- on the contrary he enjoys being with you and exchanging your how your day has been- he just thinks having your own personal space is important.

Likes to brew tea in the mornings and tends to offer making some whenever you feel like drinking.

Always texts you the time he’s coming back home so you don’t worry.

You don’t know how he does it, but if there’s anything you forgot to buy like paper, detergent… you always find he bought some just in case.

You are able to discuss anything you might be having trouble with and Guy will listen earnestly. May not always have or be able to offer a solution, but he’s there whenever you need an ear.

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pairing: (eli “hawk” moskowitz x fem!reader)

fandom: cobra kai

type: fluff

warning: nothing major just drunk eli

request: anon: Hi!💕 Can I request a fluffy Hawk fic with prompt #192? Where Hawk gets drunk and reader has to help him home, and reader ends up confessing her love to him thinking he won’t remember it in the morning anyway, but he does remember and they get together in the end. Maybe he’s being self-deprecating and that’s why reader tells him how she feels?

prompt(s):

192. You're really drunk right now. I don't think you're gonna remember any of this. No, I’m not drunk at all you're just blurry

word count: 1098

date: april 6, 2021

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The party was actually fun for once. It was probably because you were a little tipsy, but you didn’t care. You were finally letting loose and not having a care in the world.

You were talking to Sam when Eli or Hawk as others know him as comes up to you totally plastered.

“Y/N!! Y/N! I'm coming over!” he yelled only 6 feet away from you.

“Dude, oh my god Eli you are drunk,” you say laughing at him while he stumbled on you.

“You’re so pretty,” he whined in your ear.

“Okay, now I know you're drunk. I think it’s time we went home.”

“No! I wanna stay and party!” he yelled, spreading his arms.

“I don't think so. You had too much to drink and you need to sleep it off.”

You say your goodbyes and head out the door.

“I’ll drive!” He announces.

Oh no, you aren’t” you say dragging him away from his car. “We are both intoxicated so we will walk.”

FIne” he says annoyed

His house was only two streets away and since you were drunk the alcohol covered you like a blanket.

You and him were singing while you were walking, probably waking up most of his neighbors in the process but you didn’t care.

Both of you with the worst screechy pitch ever, “sweet caroline! Ba ba ba!”

“Oh Y/N we should join a band! It would be so great for me and you on the road together playing gigs.”

You laugh at the thought of that, “Um Eli I think we have to actually be good to play gigs.”

“What are you talking about? We're great!”

You both made it to his house, “okay here we are when you get in the house please go to bed.”

“What are you talking about? you're staying the night. I don’t want your drunk self walking home alone at night.”

“Would you mom mind?”

“Of course not, she’s out of town with her girlfriends. She won’t be back till Sunday night. And besides, she loves you and I- I,” he turned away from you not finishing his sentence and puked on his lawn.

You were disgusted but you just rubbed his back, “that’s it, that’s it, buddy, let it all out,”

When he was finished he wiped his lips and was almost crying, “see this is why you’re my best friend,”

Your heart sank a little at that comment but you put on a happy face, “let’s get you in bed.”

He nods and follows you into his house.

You get him upstairs and take him into the bathroom. You wet his toothbrush and put on the toothpaste and start brushing his teeth.

“Okay now spit,” and he does all over your shirt, “Oh gross Eli, really?”

“You said to spit so I did!”

“Obviously I meant in the sink,” you say very annoyed.

He washes his spit off his face and you go in his room, take off your spit-covered shirt and you walk around his room looking for a clean shirt.

He stands in the doorway very much flustered. And you put on one of his Star Wars t-shirts. You turned around and he was staring at you.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just you’re wearing my shirt.”

“Well I changed because I was wearing your spit.” you chuckle.

He sits on his bed ready to pass out. You walk over to him and take off his shoes, then his shirt. “Okay, so what do you want to wear to sleep? the TARDIS pattern or the Beam Me Up Scotty one?” you say holding up some shirts.

You turn to look at him and he was asleep. His legs were hanging off the bed so you picked them up and you turned him so his head was facing the headboard. You had to kinda climb over him to grab him a pillow for him and when you put his head on it he pulled you into a cuddle.

Ever since he started to work out his gip had gotten pretty strong, so you were pretty much stuck.

Your head against his chest and you can hear his steady heartbeat.

“God Eli I love you, I love you so much. I love every single thing about you. I love that you became so confident in yourself. I just love you,” you whisper against him. “Luckily you’re asleep and You're really drunk right now. so I don't think you're gonna remember any of this.”

“No,” his tired slurring voice made you jump, “I’m not drunk or asleep at all. You're just blurry.”

“Well, you should go to sleep,”

“Okay,” he says cuddling into you more.

You end up falling asleep minutes later.

The sun woke you up and you were still cuddled up with Eli. you slowly shimmy out of his arms not waking him up in the process. But seconds later he was up.

“Morning,” he said hoarsely

“Moring,” you say trying to avoid things that were said last night.

“Where you going? I was thinking we could get breakfast at that mom and pop shop off Brookhurst,”

“No I dont like that place,” you say quickly putting your dirty shirt back on.

“What are you talking about? You have never been and you’ve dying to try that place.”

You were panicking trying to find your bag when Eli grabbed your hands, “Y/N what up?”

“It’s nothing it just I said some things that I regret saying and I just need to think some things over.”

You release from his hands and walk out the door frame when he called out, “so you regret saying that you love me?”

You slowly walk back into the room, “so you remember that?”

“Yup it’s something that stuck out to drunk me last night. But do you regret saying it?’

“Not really I was just afraid of this happening and was afraid of how you were going to respond,” you say looking down at your feet.

He walks over to you and lifts your head, “Y/N I love you so much. You are just so perfect in every way possible.”

Without you having time to process what he just said he grabs your face kissing you. When he released you from the kiss, you were seeing stars.

“Listen I hate to ruin our romantic moment, but I think I threw up everything I ate yesterday, so im starving.”

You laugh and suggest that you hit up the breakfast place. You both get ready and head out the door holding hands.

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