#ill crawl into his lap and kiss his face

[mangosmoothiepussyv3]

bothering my bf while he's relaxing aint much but its honest work

[cyber333angel]

hiiiii can you do something where like the reader and Logan are just driving and her like feet are on his lap and they stop in the middle of nowhere and have a whole make out session 💕💕

you and logan go on a much needed road trip to somewhere he says he’s been and knows that you would love, more than fond the idea you guys go out for the weekend. as you watch him drive, looking effortlessly handsome as usual as you rest your feet on his lap. feeling him rub your feet casually as he looks ahead on the road carrying on a conversation with you which goes a little faint in your head, accidentally getting distracted looking at the older man. gazing at all his features like his kitty ears that are actually just the tuffs of his messy brunette hair, his sharp jawline that’s covered with the stubble hairs of his beard and his thick biceps that stretch out his white shirt— but you come back to your senses when logan squeezes your thigh saying your name, “you listening to me bub?” making you snap back and look at him, nodding which makes logan chuckle, “yeah, what did I just say?” you think of what to say because you obviously weren’t listening, coming up with a random made up sentence. “err-you asked if I wanted to go to the mall and the answer is yes!” you say with a smile, hoping to distract him from the fact that you were just staring at his muscles, your legs still resting on his lap. it wasn’t much of a good coverup though, “no i asked if you were okay kid, pay attention.” logan says stroking the bottom of your chin with a light chuckle as he switches back and forth on you and the road. you nod and he dismisses it as you getting a little hazy from the long drive and you get distracted, again. the warmth in his hand is so comforting, snuggling your head more into his rough fingertips you close your eyes, logan running his thumb over your eyelid softly with a hum. he drags his thumb across your face gently going from your cheeks to your lips, cupping your face as you grab his hand. bringing his thumb to your mouth, your breath hitching on his fingers as you start to get into subby headspace, sucking on his fingers. the more your tongue swivels around his thumb the more needy you get, whining in the passengers seat oblivious to the fact that logan just pulled into some empty driveway in the middle of nowhere. you snap out of it when logan takes his hand away patting at his lap, “i told you to tell me if you were okay needy girl, come sit.” making you a little shy but you comply and crawl from your seat to his. resting your thighs on his lap peeking around the window shyly with logans hands placed on your ass, hearing him speak suddenly. “you gonna let me take care of you bub? hm?” he says with a soft smile and you nod quickly, leaning in for kiss as you close your eyes.

..that’s how you end up with your panties and shorts in the backseat, grinding on logans lap with a sob as you kiss him. almost sucking the skin off each others lips the way the two of you are kissing, passionately as he whispers sweet words to you trying to get you to your climax. “easy baby, makin a mess all over your old man’s pants..” he says with a chuckle, looking up at you with tears in your eyes mewling for him. “wanna cum lo..i can’t do it by myself..!” you cry, looking at logan with pouty eyes, already getting lazy from grinding your needy cunt on his lap. “aw ill help you sweet girl, did so well for me already.” he says placing his hand on the globes of your ass, moving you front and backwards on the roughness of his jeans. your sensitive clit getting so stimulated from the feeling of his logans bulge pressing up into you, moaning with your head up to the car ceiling. balancing your hands on the blades of the older man’s shoulders, breathing hard as you feel logans eyes looking up at you, praising you so sweetly. “that’s it, good girl..doing so good bub. so fuckin pretty..” his words only make you more overstimulated as you feel your climax creeping up in you, your messy cunt twitching on logans lap making you quiver and lose your breath. “m’cumming lo.. feels s’good..” and he just nods cheering you on, thrusting your hips onto him as you cream all over the fabric of his pants, clawing at his shoulders while you chew on your lip. hearing a grunt and a quiet growl from the man below you, both you and logan making a mess all over the jeans. you look at him with a smile, giggling about this whole situation, both you catching your breath as you give each other a sweet kiss.

[moonstruckme]

Ok I have a request that’s completely opposite to the poly!marauders you just wrote! Where instead of loving horror movies the reader is scared shitless of them, and can barely stand to watch them. Im a very… how do I put this… jumpy? Person? I’m scared of a lot of things, even being alone somewhere freaks me out, I was just wondering how the boys would react to that :)

Thanks for requesting!

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 404 words

No sooner do you pull the blanket over your head than James is under there with you, smiling face cast in shadow. 

“Hello,” he says. “What’s so interesting in here?” 

In here, you think, is where you’re going to live now. Your own quiet, peaceful, very safe world. 

“I’ve never really taken notice of the weave of this blanket,” you reply. Outside of your little haven, you can hear the music in the film getting louder and quicker in tempo, an omen of ill fate for the characters. Your heartbeat seems to be attempting to keep up. “I quite like the colors.” 

“Sweetheart,” James asks, a sympathetic bent to the humor in his tone, “are you breathing?” 

You’ve forgotten to, actually. Your lungs relax slightly as you take in a slow inhale, trying to ignore the dreadful feeling induced by the music. 

James sets a hand on  your ankle, squeezing fondly. “Easy. It’s just a film, no need to—” 

“RAH!” 

Just as the music reaches its peak, a shriek comes through the speakers and you’re grabbed from behind, every muscle in your body seizing up in anticipation of your demise. 

You hear laughter just before the blanket is pulled from over your head, revealing Sirius�� hands on either side of your waist. 

“Did I get her?” he asks gleefully. James nods, laughing. 

You let out a breath, shuddering a little. The boys laugh harder. 

“That’s so mean!” You turn around and hit him lightly on the arm, which only makes Sirius grab your hand and sandwich it between his own. Quick as a flash, he kisses the tip of your nose, grinning like he’s won the lottery. 

“Didn’t you hear Jamie?” he asks. “It’s just a film! It can’t hurt ya.” 

“Oh, but you can?”

“Poor love,” Remus croons, reaching across Sirius to beckon you towards him. “Come here, darling.” 

“Don’t let him get me,” you say to Remus, crawling over Sirius’ lap while pointedly ignoring him. Sirius swats your bum as you go by, and Remus swats at his wrist in turn, taking you into his arms. 

“I won’t, sweet girl. You’re safe with me.” 

There’s a sharp burst of sound from the TV, and James and Sirius erupt into laughter again when you let out a strangled squeak. Remus pats your back, but you can hear the smile in his voice. 

“That was a fakeout scare, darling. I can’t help you there.”

[jaythes1mp]

4277 words, 24103 characters, 279 sentences, 116 paragraphs,17.1 pages. Tag list: @zero-s-tea @chemicalsandghosts @yandere-enthusiast @starsdotalk @small-mushroom-fae @wpdarlingpan @dhanyasri @tojislvrr @phoenixgurl030 @mel-star636 @lilyalone @lavender-moony @nickey-diano

Your secrets are ours, kid

Yandere BatFam x Reader — CH10 -> CH9 -> CH8 -> CH7 -> CH6 -> CH5 -> CH4 -> CH3 -> CH2 -> CH1

Ideas for the name of the pet turtle are welcome and encouraged🙏

You groggily woke up, feeling warm and disoriented. You stretched out your limbs and shifted up, the sheets falling down your shoulders and pooling in your lap.

The warmth and comfort of your bed suddenly felt stifling as the memories of the night before came rushing back to you all at once. A wave of nausea washed over you, your stomach churning with a queasy feeling that threatened to empty itself. You felt a strong urge to vomit, the events of the night still fresh in your mind, like a raw wound.

The images and sensations of the previous night's events were stark and vivid in your mind. The fear, the pain, the adrenaline. Everything replayed in your head like a movie, each scene clear and horrifyingly real. The realization that you'd been in danger, that you could have been seriously hurt, hit you like a physical blow. You felt your stomach twist and turn, your body's natural response to the emotional onslaught.

You let out a sigh, the queasiness still lingering in your body. Deciding to distract yourself, you leaned down to get some turtle pellets and baby carrot slices from the small container you kept under your bed.

With gentle hands, you unclipped the opening of your turtle's enclosure, pausing for a brief moment as you looked at the small reptile. It was oblivious to the turmoil you were going through. You place the food into the corner where its small bowl was. As you did, the turtle stirred slightly, sensing your presence.

You let out a soft sigh, your fingers gently tracing the hard, bumpy shell of your turtle. You take comfort in the feeling of the reptile under your touch, appreciating its gentle presence in the moment. It responds by crawling forward ever so slightly, as if beckoning for more affection.

You chuckled softly, amused by the turtle's attempt. It was a small, innocent act that brought a momentary feeling of peace to your chaotic thoughts. You gently pick the little creature up and delicately press a kiss to its head. Its scaly skin felt cool against your lips, and you notice the slightest tilt to its head as if it was responding to your gesture. You carefully set it back into the enclosure, closing it quietly.

You stand in the hallway, having changed your clothes and brushed your teeth, but hesitating on your next move. You're unsure of how to approach Jason, unsure of how to explain what happened last night. Your mind is swirling, wrestling with the decision of whether to tell him or not.

The very thought makes you feel ill again, bringing back the familiar queasiness in your stomach. You chew on your lip, contemplating your options.

Jason is slumped on the sofa, the TV casting flickering shadows across his face in the early morning light. His eyes are red-rimmed and puffy from lack of sleep, his features etched with worry and concern. It's clear that he's been awake all night, his mind consumed by thoughts of your safety.

He had barely managed to stop himself from bursting into your room late last night when he heard about the altercation. The urge to go out and hunt the thugs himself had been strong, a fierce and protective instinct that had taken all of his self-control to suppress.

He sits up straighter when he hears your door click open. His ears prick up, straining to hear any signs of your footsteps approaching.

When he hears the sound of your door opening and closing, he leans forward slightly, his jaw clenching. He's been worrying all night, and the relief he feels at the sound of your voice is a mixture of reassurance and relief.

"Kid?" He calls out, his voice gruff. "Can you come here for a minute?"

You hesitantly walk into the living room, feeling a sense of foolishness for having lingered in the hallway for so long. You realize that Jason doesn't know anything about what happened last night. He would find it strange if he knew you had been standing in the hallway, silently hesitating.

You take a deep breath and summon up your courage, plastering a neutral expression on your face as you approach him where he's sat on the sofa. “What’s up, Jay?”

Jason's eyes instantly meet yours as you enter the room, a sharp, penetrating gaze, one that's immediately scrutinising you. He scans you up and down, no doubt looking for any signs of injury, or anything amiss. But his gaze softens when he doesn't find any.

He pats the cushion next to him, gesturing for you to sit down. "Come here. I want to talk to you about something."

You gingerly sit down on the couch next to Jason, the unease and discomfort you feel evident in your body language. You try to maintain a casual exterior, but the tension in your shoulders gives you away.

Jason glances over at you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he picks up on your uncomfortable manner. He turns the volume of the TV down, giving you his full attention.

He takes a moment to observe you, the slight tenseness in your body, the subtle shift in your expression as you try to maintain a facade of normalcy. He's known you long enough to know that something is off. He can practically smell the anxiety and fear radiating off you.

The silence between you stretches out for a moment, the only sound in the room being the low hum of the TV. Jason's gaze remains fixed on you, studying your expression like a hawk. It's clear that he has a lot on his mind, and he's still working out how to approach the topic he wants to bring up.

"You came home late last night." Jason comments, his tone carefully casual. He studies your face closely, searching for any signs of fatigue or discomfort. He's not one to mince words, and while he's trying to tread lightly, he still needs to ask the question.

"I waited up for you. I thought maybe you had stayed over at a friend's house, given you didn't come home last night. But here you are, at home and unhurt."

You visibly shrink slightly as you digest Jason's words. The thought of him staying up all night, worried about you, makes you feel guilty and regretful.

You hesitate, the memories of last night's events still fresh in your mind. The feeling of the cold barrel pressed against your head was still a vivid, haunting sensation. You let out a soft, deep breath, your hand unconsciously moving to rub at the back of your neck, a nervous habit. Finally, you force yourself to speak up.

"Something... something happened last night," you say, the words feeling heavy on your tongue.

Jason frowns at your wince, his expression hardening with worry and concern. He notices your nervous rubbing of your neck and the way you pause before speaking, the words reluctant and apprehensive.

Your voice barely above a whisper. As you spoke, Jason could see the way your shoulders tense, the slight shake in your voice. He doesn't miss the way you reflexively touch your neck, and his mind instantly jumps to the worst possible conclusion. Had it been worse than the demon spawn had described?

Jason's jaw clenches at your confession, his eyes darkening with anger. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what might have happened, so he doesn’t have to act surprised. The very thought of someone laying a hand on you, of hurting you, makes his blood boil.

He leans closer to you, his gaze sharpening. "What exactly happened? Tell me everything." If that little shithead spared even one detail he was going to kill him.

You inhale deeply, trying to maintain your composure, but the memories of the incident are still raw and unsettling. You shudder slightly, the fear and anxiety from the previous night returning with a vengeance. You rub your bruised wrists, feeling a phantom pain on the spot where the woman had been pressed roughly against you.

You told him in detail about what happened, having to pause during some parts, the reality of the situation having settled in. You could have died.

Jason's face hardens to stone as he listens to your account of last night's events. With each detail, his anger mounts, his veins practically bulging with suppressed rage. His hands clench and unclench in his lap, the restraint it's taking him to not go out and hunt for those women right then and there nearly more than he can handle.

When you finish recounting the incident, there is a tense silence as Jason takes a moment to process everything he's just heard. It was to a T what had been described to the family last night. His knuckles turn white in rage, but the way you fan over Robin even while telling such a traumatising experience causes his eyes to soften.

Jason's tone is firm and non-negotiable as he looks at you, his eyes locked onto yours.

"You're not going out alone anymore," he says, his voice leaving no room for debate or negotiation. It wasn't a suggestion, it was a command.

You can sense the protectiveness in his words, the raw, primal instinct to keep you safe and away from harm.

Your lips parted automatically, a protest forming on your tongue, but Jason cut you off before you could even speak. His gaze hardened, his eyes narrowing in a warning.

"No," he spoke, his voice leaving little room for argument. "This is not up for debate. Not anymore. You're not going out alone, period."

“Jason.” Your voice cracks with a hint of anger as you speak his name. Your voice strong and filled with determination. "You can't tell me what to do. I'm not a child."

Jason's expression darkens at your stubborn protest, his jaw clenching. "I'm not saying you're a child. But what happened last night shows you're not capable of protecting yourself."

His words are blunt, his tone harsh but there's an undercurrent of concern in his voice. "You could have been seriously hurt.. or worse. This isn't up for debate."

His eyes narrowed, the frustration showing in the sharp edges of his features. "... You think I like telling you what to do? You think I enjoy being the over protective brother who has to watch your every move? You're being stupid and stubborn." He does. He so desperately does, but he needs you to understand.

You freeze at his words, swallowing the lump that’s formed in your throat. His words cut you like knives. You had gotten so used to having him there to rely on that it hadn’t ever occurred to you that maybe he doesn’t want to look over you.

You never wanted to have to put him in that position. Your voice wavers. “Oh...” You hated how weak that sounded. You were better, stronger than this.

Jason's eyes soften as he sees the pain in yours, his own frustration shifting into understanding.

"Hey," he speaks, his voice gentler now, his features softening slightly. "I do this because I care about you. You know that right?"

He studies you, a small frown on his face. You look so.. vulnerable in that moment. So unlike your usual self. He hates it. He just wants you to understand where he's coming from. He needs you to understand.

"I don't want to control you... I just want you to be safe."

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, his frustration still evident in the clenched jaw and tensed shoulders. “I don’t want to have to tell you what to do. But you make it impossible. You’re stubborn and reckless. You don’t think before you act. You take unnecessary risks."

Jason pauses, his words catching in his throat as he realises how familiar these words he's saying sound. They're the same words Bruce used to say to him. The same lectures. You were turning him into Bruce.

He swallows roughly, the realisation of becoming the very person he swore he wouldn't be weighing heavily on him. He takes a deep breath, struggling to control the mix of emotions rising in his chest. Frustration, anger, worry, and a strange sense of deja vu.

"This isn't about control," he continues, his voice slightly strained, "It's about keeping you safe. Alive. If I have to tell you to not do something, if I have to force you to do something, then I will. Because I'd rather you hate me and be alive than love me and be dead."

Jason's eyes lock onto yours again, the intensity in them unmistakeable. He would do anything, everything to keep you safe. Even if it made you hate him.

You swallow heavily, your heart feeling like it's been squeezed by a vice. The depth of emotion in his voice, the intensity in his eyes, it's overwhelming. You know he means every word he's saying. You know he cares.

But you can't help the anger that's rising up in you. You're not some fragile porcelain doll that needs to be locked away and protected. You're a person. A person that can think for themselves and make their own decisions.

You grit your teeth and let your voice hang low, unemotional. Detached. “Fine. I’ll call Tim to meet up with me at that new arcade between the theatres. Happy? Huh Dad?” You won’t. You just need to get out of here. You don’t want to be around anyone right now.

Jason's expression darkens as you speak, his jaw tensing at the coldness in your voice. Your use of the word "Dad", the sarcastic and detached tone you had used, it was like a slap to the face.

He can see through your facade. He knows you're trying to get him off your back. But knowing that doesn't make it any less painful. It makes him angry. You, acting like he's the bad guy in this. You not understanding the hell he's gone through, the hell he's still going through. It's so frustrating.

But he doesn't snap. He doesn't rise to the bait. He keeps his voice even, controlled.

"Fine."

The anger is evident in the way he bites out the word, but he tries to keep his expression neutral. He knows you're just trying to push him away. But he's not going to let you do that. He's not going to let you put yourself in danger again. Ever.

You huff in frustration and stand up from the couch, your hands balling into fists at your sides. You want to storm out of the room, but you can feel Jason's gaze on your back, watching your every move.

So instead, you settle for walking away from the couch, putting some distance between you and Jason. The room feels too small, too claustrophobic. You need to get out. You need fresh air.

With a final, silent look at Jason, you grab your phone and keys from the side table near the door. You don’t have a destination in mind, you just need to get away. Away from the suffocating atmosphere in that apartment.

Without another word, you open the front door and stride out into the hallway, letting the door slam shut behind you.

You walked through the streets, the cool evening air doing little to cool your temper. Your mind replaying the conversation with Jason over and over again. You knew you were being stubborn, childish even, that you were in the wrong. But you couldn't help it. Right now, you didn't care. The frustration and anger were still bubbling inside you, fuelling your every step. You needed space. You needed to be on your own.

You were an adult, capable of making your own decisions. You’ve had to since you were very young. It wasn't fair for Jason to suddenly start treating you like a helpless child, just because of one isolated incident.

You walked for what felt like hours, the anger and frustration propelling you forward. Night settled over the city, the streetlights casting an eerie glow on the empty streets. Your phone buzzes occasionally in your pocket, but you ignore it. You weren't ready to talk to Jason yet. You weren't ready to face him and his over protectiveness. You just needed to breathe. To think.

You were so lost in thought, so consumed by the storm of emotions roiling within you, that you hadn't noticed the figure until it was too late. You collided with a solid, unmoving object, your forehead connecting with a hard chest.

The impact snapped you back into reality, a small gasp of surprise escaping your lips. You stumbled backwards, your hands instinctively coming up to rub at your sore forehead.

Your eyes widen as you look up, your gaze meeting the man's face. His expression is friendly, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he stuffs his phone into his pocket. It's a sharp contrast to the dark, brooding anger that's been gnawing at your insides.

Your eyes widen in surprise as you look up, your heart jumping in your chest. Standing in front of you is none other than Bruce Wayne, his tall, imposing figure easily recognizable even in the dim street light.

You were so absorbed in your own thoughts that you hadn’t even noticed where you were walking. You stumble backwards, a mixture of surprise and shock on your face.

"Mr... Mr Bruce?" you blurt out, your voice wavering slightly.

Your eyes widened in surprise as you recognised the man in front of you. Your voice laced with shock. You took a few steps back, trying to stabilise yourself and put some distance between the two of you.

His eyes narrowed momentarily at the action of you backing away. A soft chuckle passing his lips. “Mr? I’ve told you to just call me Bruce.” Your name slipped past his lips so smoothly you’d think he’d rehearsed it a million times in the mirror.

It wasn't a coincidence that you ran into Bruce Wayne on these empty streets. Jason had informed them about the situation, updating them all on every detail. But you weren't aware of this fact. You didn't even know that the family knew of each other, let alone the extent to which they kept track of your life.

His gaze is steady as he looks down at you. He seems to be analysing your movements, your expression. He's probably noticed your frustration, the way your shoulders are tense and your face slightly flushed.

His smirk is still in place, his head tilted to the side. Playing his thoughts off as if he was amused by your appearance and not that he’d been standing there the past half an hour waiting for you. Watching the blinking red dot as it turns around each corner on his phone intently. He takes a step towards you, closing the distance you tried to create.

"What are you doing out here? At this time of night no less. It’s not safe.” There was a dangerous undercurrent to his words, a hidden warning. But there was also a hint of concern in his eyes, whether he liked to admit it or not, he did care about you and your safety. He wasn't here to reprimand you or give you a lecture, although it would probably come afterwards. He just wanted answers.

You huff in resignation and look down at Bruce's shoes, finding solace in the simple task of staring at them. The sight of the expensive leather and polished toes seems almost absurd. How did it come to this?Standing on a cold, dark street, staring at the billionaire's feet, after running into him like a clumsy fool.

“... I’m sorry.” You’re not sure why you’re apologising. For running into him, or for being out, maybe...

Bruce is surprised by the apology that escapes your lips. He wasn't expecting you to feel guilty or to even address it. He remains standing a step away from you, watching you intently, waiting for an explanation.

He crosses his arms over his chest, his shoulders relaxing. His voice is lower, a subtle playful warning. "Apology accepted. But that doesn't answer my question."

He takes another step forward, trying to catch your gaze, but you're stubbornly keeping your eyes on his shoes.

He hums in thought, then holds out his larger hand. His expression softening. “Come on. It’s late. Let’s go get dinner, hm?”

A moment of surprise crosses your face at the sudden change of tone. From the firmness and authority to the gentleness and affection in his voice. He holds his hand out to you, his expression a little more tender than before, the hint of a smile on his lips.

He gently taps your chin with his knuckles, trying to get you to look at him. "Come on, I'm not going to bite."

You finally look up at Bruce, a small, ironic grin spreading across your face. Despite everything that's happened, despite the situation you're currently in, you can't help but find some slight humour in this unexpected encounter.

You've had more than your fair share of chance meetings with the billionaire, almost all of them have involved a cozy dinner or lunch together.

Bruce's smirk only deepens as he catches a glimpse of your grin. Despite the situation and the frustration that has been gnawing at you, he can't help but think it's adorable the way your expression changes. The perfect child, unaware of the dangers the rest of the family have to face to keep your wondrous innocence. It softens his heart slightly and makes him want to take care of you more.

"What's with that smile? It's like you're enjoying yourself." He quips, his voice a hint lower as he steps even closer, gently tapping your forehead this time.

You snort, squeezing the elder man’s hand in response. “Is that such a crime?”

He laughs softly at your response, shaking his head as he leads you towards a black limousine that's parked near the curb. The doors are opened by his chauffeur, Alfred. The man looking vaguely familiar to you, but you can’t put your finger on it.

Bruce motions for you to get inside before following suit, settling down on the luxurious leather seat next to you. The door closes and you’re engulfed in the comfortable silence of the car.

Bruce rests his arm on the headrest behind you, turning to look at you. “You didn’t answer my question. Why were you out so late?”

The interior of the limousine is as extravagant as you might expect. Soft leather seats, tinted windows, a mini-bar, and a small flat-screen TV. It's all very impressive and almost overwhelmingly luxurious.

Bruce's eyes are fixated on you, his gaze never wavering as you settle into the seat next to him. He waits patiently for an answer to his question, a knowing look in his eyes.

“Just... needed some air.” It’s not a complete lie.

He hums in acknowledgment, his eyes roaming over your face, trying to decipher whatever thoughts might be going through your head.

Instead, he simply shifts closer, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you gently against his side. The action is so natural and so like him that you just find yourself relaxing into the touch.

The arm around your shoulders feels warm and comforting. Somehow, despite your earlier frustration and anger, being tucked into his side makes you feel safe. The familiar smell of his cologne and the steady thump of his heart against your ear grounding you.

Bruce remains silent for a moment, just letting you sit there, feeling you relax against him. His fingers idly toy with a strand of your hair, gently brushing it back from your face.

His hand is warm and firm, a paternal, protective gesture. It's a feeling you've come to associate solely with him and him alone. It's never been an overtly affectionate gesture, but it's one that you've grown used to, one that you've come to appreciate.

You've never told him how much it means to you. How comforting it feels, like a silent reassurance.

You hated to admit it, but you missed this. This warmth, something you never got from your mother nor the countless men she’d have over.

You only ever got it from Bruce. So you can't help but feel a strange sense of comfort in his presence. You missed this, the warmth and care that he naturally seemed to radiate. It was almost fatherly in a way, but you never dared to think of it like that. You didn’t want to overstep his boundaries. You’ve always assumed it's just a part of his nature, something he does for all the people in his life. You wouldn't dare to read too much into it.

“Where are we going?”

Bruce feels you relax against him, the tension leaving your body as you lean into his side. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. He continues to toy with your hair, his fingers gently brushing through the strands as he responds to your question.

"I thought we could grab a bite to eat."

He pauses for a moment, his eyes shifting to look out of the tinted window. The night is silent, the city's lights a blur as the car glides smoothly through the streets.

“A buffet restaurant maybe?” It’s worded like a question, but he’s already booked out the place.

You nod against his side. Your hands fiddling with one another in your lap. “That sounds nice.”

No use of y/n, no descriptive features for the readers appearance, no gender mentioned.

Seriously please send in requests, they’re heavily appreciated🙏

[l1tw1ck]

William Afton on the list?! AND requests open??? Oh lawd… could we get something with ftm!William and his problematic young male employee who he uses as stress relief by letting him fuck him over his desk, or having him down under his desk eating him out 🤕🤒 I’m ill for that old man

William's Puppy

dom!bottom!ftm William x sub!top!amab Reader

🔪 Word Count: 1,427 🔪

AFAB Language Used | I uh... got a lil carried away .....

CW: Boss/Employee Relationship, Cunnilingus, Pet Play (Reader gets called puppy and wears collar + leash), Handjob, Begging, Cum Swallowing, Teasing, Desk Sex, Creampie

You're not the greatest employee ever, you’ve been fired multiple times because of your attitude. The only reason William hired you is because of your looks. When he gave you the job, he told you he wouldn't fire you but discipline you instead. You need a job so you agreed.

Your first lesson was when you talked back to a rude patron and got sent to his office. You looked at him with the assumption that you’ll get some sort of work related punishment like cleaning the floor or getting your pay docked.

“An attitude is one thing but cursing someone out? You’ll make the company look bad if I let you go back to work.”

You lower your head in shame. It's hard to keep up appearances when people are such assholes. It's not your fault customers are entitled.

“So, I’ll give you a different job.”

You perk up.

“You’ll be my assistant from now on. I expect you to be at my beck and call, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m a little tired from having to deal with your case, how about you help relieve some of my stress?” He unbuckles his belt and you immediately understand what's going on. He motions for you to come over and pulls off his pants then his underwear. You walk over to his side of the desk and crawl under when he instructs you to. You're not going to deny the opportunity to not only eat out your boss but also potentially fuck him too. You’d be an idiot if you did. You drag your tongue up his cunt before fully diving in. You've already fallen in love with his taste. “Just like that..” He grins. He throws his head back and murmurs praises to you, his voice getting more and more unsteady the longer you eat him out.

You're unbelievably hard but you don't even make an attempt to touch yourself. You have a feeling he wouldn't like that so you focus completely on his pleasure.

William lets out a particularly loud moan before grabbing the back of your head and desperately grinding against your face, stopping you from getting air. You don't have to worry about your oxygen for long though, thanks to William coming on your face.

William lets go of you and the both of you take a few moments to catch your breaths. He wipes your face with his hand, brushing away his hair and slick. You watch him pull his pants back up and return to a presentable state, realizing he's not going to let you fuck him today. He notices your boner and decides to take pity on you. He didn't plan on it initially but how could he leave such a cute puppy to deal with their boner alone? “Get up.” He orders. You get out from under his desk and stand up. “Sit.” He points to the chair you were previously sitting in.

You immediately take a seat. William walks over to you and sits on your lap. He leans into your ear. “You did so well, puppy.” He says, unzipping your fly and pulling out your cock. “You deserve a reward.” He spits on his hand and slowly begins to jerk you off.

You lean back, letting out low moans of pleasure. It feels amazing despite the slow pace.

William shifts in his place so that he's sitting on your thigh, rather than your lap. He starts grinding down on you and brings you into a sloppy kiss. He picks up the pace by a lot, roughly but pleasurably jerking you off. You feel like you're on cloud 9. Your combined body heat is making you lose your mind. You start to lose track of time, only acknowledging the pleasure you feel and the man on top of you.

He slowly pulls away from the kiss and looks at you with a smile. He can tell you’re close. “You wanna come, don't you?” He grips your cock, just tight enough to make you whimper. You nod your head rapidly.

“Then beg like a good boy.”

“Please let- let me come, sir~” You beg. He resumes his movements until you come, his hand manages to catch your cum before it can get anywhere else. He brings his cum covered hand to his face and licks up all of your cum. “Th- thank- thank you, sir-”

William gently grips your neck, rubbing his thumb on your skin. “Your neck seems empty…” He frowns without any real sadness behind it. You look at him like an excited pup, knowing exactly what he's trying to say. He smiles at your reaction. “I’ll make sure to fix this.” He kisses your cheek. “See you on Monday.”

William hands you a gift box. You open it with excitement and grin when you see a collar inside. Instead of a bell, there's a heart charm with “Property of William Afton” engraved on the back of it.

William takes out the collar and orders you to kneel, which you do without a second thought. He puts the collar on for you, making the situation feel more intimate than before. He turns around and grabs a leash, connecting it to your collar. “Watch me.” He orders. You stare at him intensely as he slowly removes his clothes, practically teasing you. His shoes and socks go first, then his tie, and then he slowly unbuttons his shirt. He takes it off completely and then throws it aside. His pretty looking nipples catch your eye and then you notice his happy trail, which leads to the breathtaking pussy you’ve been fantasizing about the entire weekend. It feels agonizingly slow as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his slacks. You start drooling in anticipation, making him chuckle. He pulls his pants off and then sits up on his desk, which he cleared earlier.

He spreads his legs and teasingly rubs himself through his light colored boxers, his slick steadily bleeding through the fabric. Your cock is practically weeping. Turned on by your expression, William decides to stop teasing you. At least with this method. He pulls his underwear off and beckons for you to come over. You stand up and stand in between his legs. He hooks his legs around your waist and forces you to get closer, so close that your clothed boner is against his bare cunt. He grabs your leash and brings you into a kiss. He rubs his pussy against your hard-on, drenching your pants in his slick. He's making this so hard for you. It takes a lot of strength to be able to hold back. You have to go against your instincts and let him take the lead.

He pulls away from the kiss and finally decides to grant you your wish. “Strip.” He commands. You excitedly remove all your clothes. William looks at your throbbing cock with pity.

“Can I put it in, sir?” You ask, completely unable to mask your excitement.

“Of course.”

Despite your eagerness, you gently hold his waist and slowly ease your way inside William’s soft walls. You bite down on your lip as you enter his wet heat, trying not to come before you can even bottom out. He notices this and chuckles. You're so cute to him. You don't realize until it's too late but you were gripping him too hard.

“Sorry-” You loosen your grip.

“Be as rough as you want. Who am I to stop you from following your instincts?” William smiles. He knew exactly how his words would impact you. You go back to roughly gripping his waist and shove your cock all the way inside, earning a sexy moan from the man beneath you. You immediately start rutting into him, fucking his tight heat with desperation and vigor. You let out a string of curses and praises, raving about how good he feels.

You lean into his neck, breathing heavily as you fuck him. He can hear you even more clearly now. He especially enjoys it when you whine. You take one of your hands away from his waist and bring it to his dick. He gasps and starts to moan even louder as you please his most sensitive area.

“Yes– keep going~” William moans.

Surprisingly, William is the first to reach his orgasm. Unsurprisingly, the feeling of him clenching around your cock causes you to come next. You slow down before stopping completely to catch your breath. You move away from his neck and look at him.

He pets you. “Good job, puppy.”

[zevrra]

“what’s wrong my love?”

james sits between your thighs. his hands rub your calves while his head rests on your knee. lost in his own little world moments ago but now his soft gaze looks up at you. he gently hums as his fingertips massage your legs, inching as close as he can get to you. “i want you.” he responds in a soft voice. green eyes begging you without him even having to really say anything else.

“oh you…” you whisper with a smile. your hand reaches out to gently caress his cheek and as your hand touches his face he melts into it. puts the full weight of his head into your palm with a sweet kiss against your wrist just as his eyes fall close. the sight makes your heart beat hard inside your ribcage, pleading to be given to him. which was easy enough for you to do. “come here.”

his eyes befall you once more, tender and full of need, and with your permission, james rises to meet you. his hands settle on either side of the couch you sit on as he practically crawls into your lap. but he stops short, waits for you to give him the go. pathetically waiting for your every order. “can i kiss you?”

god, what a man.

you smile as he waits for your answer. your thumb rubbing against his eagerly awaiting bottom lip. you nod and he dives forward. pressing his lips fully into your own as he kisses you hungrily. he had been waiting for this moment for too long. every alignment and illness he could ever experience was gone the second he touched you. all he needed was you. his lips devour yours like a starving man, a whine escaping his lips into your own mouth as the taste of your lips was enough to drive him mad.

you laugh at his eagerness, leaning back just to have him chase after your lips like the desperate man he was. you can’t help but smile as your lips move in sync with his, your hand slides along his subtle jaw, moving slowly down to his chest, while your other hand pushes through his blonde hair and around to caress the back of his neck, pulling him up closer to you.

“please i want more, my darling, please…” he begs against your lips. he sobs a broken noise as his hands grip your thighs. his hips adjusting to grind his fullness into your shin. weakly he whines with the ever growing need for you swelling inside of him. he has been a good boy, he’s waited plenty long enough. he did as he was told and now he wanted more.

and how could you say no?

[spyder-junkie]

EARTH 42 MILES MORALES X READER Part 3

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

this one was short because we’re bringing mama Rio in the next part

The next thing you notice about miles is he is NOTT a good texter.

nonetheless, you work with him, trying your best to pick a day where your schedules to meet up.

“Dont worry about it, mami. Just be cute when I get there.” Miles’ voice rings out through the phone as you look for an outfit. You can hear the clicking of his game controller through the phone.

Its 12:00pm right now, Miles was coming to you meet you at 1:30

“Mkay.” You mumbled, putting different shirts up to your chest in the mirror.

“Ill see you when you get here.” You say, looking at the phone.

“nos vemos pronto, hermosa.” He says, hanging up the phone.

you take extra care while getting ready. You were not quite sure if this was a date, but spending the day with Miles still had your stomach in a twist.

You close the clasp on your necklace just as your phone dings with a text from miles.

You grab your bag, jogging through your apartment to the front door.

Miles bares a little smile when your eyes meet his.

“You look nice, ma” He says, stepping aside so you can lock the door behind yourself.

“Youre not too bad yourself.” You smile,

Miles leads you away from your apartment building and down the block. Its mildly warm outside, and the sun is out.

As you walk to begin to notice Miles’ hand continuously brushing yours. Then slowly his fingers crawl into your palm until your hands are clasped together.

You look over at miles, who is exaggeratedly looking at the sky and pretending to whistle with a goofy smile.

You giggle, holding his hand tightly.

You didnt even know Miles had a sense of humor.

“You feelin’ icecream?” He asks suddenly, pointing to an icecream spot on the strip.

“Always.” You reply, letting him lead you inside.

The place is cute, summer beach themed, and empty momentarily.

Miles smirks down at you as you browse all the flavors in the display case.

“What are you gonna get?” You ask, not looking away from the glass.

“Vanilla.” Miles’ answer is quick.

“What? Thats so borninggg.” You say.

“I havent really gotten into crazy flavors.” He shrugs.

You shake your head.

“Pick a flavor for me then.”

You look back at him, then at the case again.

You choose brownie for yourself, and cookies and cream for Miles.

And as soon as the woman behind the counter hands you the cones, Miles is at the counter, paying for the both of you before you can protest.

The two of you find a bench down the block to sit at afterwards, enjoying your ice creams peacefully.

“You like it?” You ask, gesturing to his icecream.

“Mhm, its real sweet.” He says

“Wanna try?” He extends his cone towards you.

You shyly take a lick from his ice cream, savoring the flavor thoughtfully.

“Its good.” You smile.

“Wanna try mine?” Miles doesn’t think too hard about it, pulling in a bit of yours with his lips.

His face scrunchs up for a moment.

“Yours is MAD sweet.” He says.

“You dont like sweet things?” You ask, turning to face him on the bench.

“I like you.” He says suddenly.

“But nah, im not huge on sweets.” He goes back to eating his ice cream

The two of you go to a park afterwards, spending the day outside.

Youre still there just as the sun begins to set.

“Its gonna be dark soon.” You say, staring up at the sky with your head in Miles’s lap. He was seated upright on the grass, you laid against him.

“Imma walk you home, ma.” Miles says, looking down at you, while you watch the sky.

“Gonna make sure there arent any more men following me?” You joke.

“That shit wont happen again, not while Ive got you.”

And he means it.

He keeps his hand in yours on the walk home, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

When the two of you reach your door, hes giving you a pretty smile.

“Be careful, okay?” Miles’ eyes widen as you press a small kiss to his cheek.

“Im always careful.” He says, pressing his hand to his cheek

you give him a flat stare.

“Aight aight, not always. Mi mal, hermosa.”

You shake your head, wishing him goodbye with a warm smile.

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[cassianig]

-When we're older-

Manjiro Mikey Sano - words: 558 warnings: none

“(Y/N).”

“...”

“(Y/N)..”

“..”

“(Y/N)!”

“Huh?”

“Pay attention to me.” Mikey whines and throws his body onto the bed, his bottom lip jutted out.

Your boyfriend was impatient. You knew this. Why had you even tried to scroll through Instagram while he was in your presence? Simply because he was on his phone, his nose so deep in the thing you didn’t want to bother him.

“I thought you were on your phone.” You state and your eyes flick from his black ones to the device that sat in your hand, which obviously annoyed him.

He lets out a whine, his body scooting closer to yours. He throws his head into your lap, his arms wrapping around your waist. He glances up at you, his bottom lip still jutted out, his dark eyes are on your face, and when you finally look at him he catches your gaze. “I was, but now I want you to pay attention to me.”

You click off your phone and set it off to the side, raising an eyebrow as you reach one of your hands out and push his blonde hair out of his face. He lets out a hum and throws his legs out his arms tightening on your waist, one of his hands reaching down to slide into your shirt— his shirt, his nimble fingers running along your side.

“Play with it more.” He demands quietly, his head turning to lay on your thigh. So you do, running your fingers into the mess it had become through the day. Your fingers work through his hair, twirling the strands before your fingers crawl their way up to his scalp and start to massage it. He lets out a satisfied soft sigh and closes his eyes.

“Good?” You question, not once pausing your movements.

“Yeah.”

“...”

“...”

It’s quiet for a while. The only sounds are his and your breathing, his had become shallow and you figured he had started to fall asleep where he lay. His eyes were closed and his movement on your side had also stopped. Still your fingers continued to lightly massage his scalp.

Not too long later your fingers crawl to his cheek, your other stopping its movement as you glance down at him. 

His eyes flick open and his eyes find yours quickly, his pout returns and he whines, “Why’d you stop?”

“Thought you fell asleep.” You whisper leaning down to place a kiss on his nose before you pull back.

He tilts his head to the side, “Don’t stop.”

Your fingers return to his scalp and you start your actions again. You sigh lightly and he closes his eyes again, his pout disappearing.

It’s silent for a while again, but he breaks it, speaking up as his eyes open again looking at you. “When we’re older…” He pauses and his eyes search yours before he continues, “Do you think we’ll get married?”

You tilt your head. “Probably.”

He smiles, “Good, I want to marry you.”

You smile back at him leaning down to place a kiss on his forehead.

“I'll ask you.” He admits, “When we’re older, I’ll ask you to marry me.”

You lean back and stare into his dark eyes, “I’ll  be waiting.”

He hums out and closes his eyes again. “You’ll never get rid of me..”

“Wouldn't have it any other way.” 

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I learned things kinda ill master tumblr one day.

[jarofstyles]

prince harry and common girl lover (best friends since childhood) + “we can’t keep hiding like this”

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The wind billowed the edge of the blanket they laid on, hiding underneath the willow tree as the sun got a bit lower in the sky. Being wrapped in Harry's arms was the most safe she ever felt, despite the fact it was the most dangerous place to be. His heart thumped steadily against her cheek, fingers running over the opposite as she felt his eyes burning a hole into her.

"We can't keep hiding like this." His voice rasped, lips turned downward. "I can't handle it anymore, Petal. I've been trying to find ways to be alright with hiding how much of my heart that you own but I keep hitting a wall. I believe it's because something is telling me I shouldn't hide you." He gently ran his knuckle over the bridge of her nose. "I want to tell them. Everyone."

Y/N's eyes burned as she closed them, trying to control the shaky exhale she released. It didn't work. She knew he was an optimist, her beautiful sunshine prince, but he had too much to lose. She couldn't be selfish with him, not when the entire kingdom would rely on him one day. "You know we shouldn't, Harry. You've been promised to someone else since the day you were noticed in your mother's belly." It was hard to control her voice, the weakness of it giving it away to Harry that she was struggling.

Nudging her up, he cupped the side of her face and thumbed over the high round of her cheek. Eyes scanned her face, taking in her slightly wobbly bottom lip and the glaze over her eyes that wrecked him. It shouldn't be this difficult. He shouldn't have to hide the person he loved with his entire being, so much so that she consumed him. He knew his mother would understand, but his father would be resistant. He would tell him that a future king had to make decisions they didn't like, and he would need to abide by the arrangement.

"I want to marry you, Petal." He whispered, connecting their lips at the end of the word. It was a pained kiss, one he was trying to melt into softness. Take away the brittle edges and file them down smoothly, let her feel the way he did. His sweet girl was so afraid, so nervous of what would become of them but Harry couldn't fathom a world without her at his side. "I want you to lay next to me at night, I want your hand in mine, your lips to only ever feel the shape of my own. I crave you every single second you are away from me. Don't you understand? How I yearn for you, I ache. Not just to be inside of you, but to be with you. To listen to your breaths as you sleep, just knowing that you're there." He swallowed thickly, nudging his nose against her own and took another kiss. Harder this time, a harsh breath leaving his nose as he pulled her, moving her dress so she could straddle his lap.

"My love, my sweet, my Petal. Please... allow me to take the risk." He pleaded. "Allow me to tell them of us, let me take the punishments if need be. I will do anything for you." His words were whimpered as he pressed frantic kisses to her lips, her cheeks, her forehead. "I feel like I'm going insane. As the day of the engagement party grows closer, I feel the walls of the castle getting smaller. I feel suffocated. The only time I can breathe is with you." His hands clutched her close, almost as if to prevent her from slipping through his fingers.

"Oh, Harry." She whispered sadly, watching his eyes water. It was unlike him, her sunshine prince. He was so bright, so warm. To see the storm clouds settle over the sun was alarming and she hated the sight. It wasn't right. "Do you think I don't feel the same? That I'm not physically ill at the idea of you bedding someone other than me, even if it is only to provide an heir? Do you think I don't cry in my bed after I leave the sparkling stars and you, wishing I could crawl back to you? But I feel so selfish." She pecked his nose, letting their foreheads rest together. "So, so selfish. What if they strip your title? What if they banish you? What if it's forced regardless and there's a rift between you and your family? I cannot bear the idea of ruining your life. I can't take the sunshine away from you."

The world was quiet. The birds chirped and the branches moved, leaves rustling in the wind, but the only sound they could hear was each others breaths and their own heartbeats in their ears.

"I would let them." He whispered after a moment. "I would let them take it all away from me before I let them take you. I don't think you grasp how much you mean to me. You are my heart." His eyes burned as he looked at her. "I would run with you, I would find us somewhere and build a life with you. Nothing else matters more than you." He sniffled, pressing his lips back against her and laying repetitive kisses to her lips. It was hard to convey just how much he truly loved her. How she had his heart in her hands and his should wrapped around her finger.

"Harry..." She laughed through a tear, looking down at the hand holding her waist tight. "I hope you know I feel the same for you. You're what I need." Her fingers brushed the hair that had fallen into his face, the soft curls unfairly highlighted caramel in the sunlight that bled through the leaves. He was inhumanly handsome. "I'm afraid for you."

"I'm afraid for myself if I don't admit my love for you. I can't be trapped in a loveless marriage when I have a love. The greatest lover there is. I want children with you, I want you by my side. Whether I'm king or not, having you would be my biggest accomplishment." He meant every word. Every beat of his heart belonged to her. "I'm going to tell them. I'm going to make you my wife, regardless of the cost. All I'll ever need is you."

[bunnyteetharry]

Boyfriend

summary: pranking Harry with the “calling your husband boyfriend” trend

warnings: none? light spanking, use of brat

pairing: husband!arry x wife!reader

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It was late into the afternoon

You were sprawled on the couch bundled up in your favorite sage blanket with the TV playing on low volume as background noise

You were scrolling mindlessly on TikTok when you came across a video of a women calling her husband boyfriend right in front of him and getting the funniest reaction, you were dying to do this to Harry and what better timing then to do it now that he’s been more at home since taking a mild break from touring and going to the studio here and there when he feels like it

You knew he was in the home library catching up on his tbr stack that you collecting for him whilst he was touring

It was a thing you did for one another

Grabbing books or nicknacks that you knew the other would enjoy

Earlier you asked if he was feeling hungry for anything and you both agreed on ordering in so you made your way towards the room he was in, your idea was to order food in front of him but in actually you’re just going to be on a fake call with the camera facing him

“Baby!” You called out as you entered “Yes m’love” he hummed grabbing his bookmark and placing the book on the side wooden table that was next to him

“Did you want to get Chinese food for dinner tonight?” He smiled and nodded “Yeah that sounds great, did you want me to called them?” shaking your head you pulled out your phone from your pocket “Ill do it you just continuing reading” you smiled widely and plopped down next to him on the small brown crouch with pink flowers printed all around it, you had picked it out together when you passed by a garage sale in your neighborhood

He looked at you suspiciously as he knew you didn’t like making phone calls when it comes to ordering or phone calls in general since it freaked you out but this time he just decide to brush this off and picked up his book

In the middle of your fake order that’s when the prank began

“Yes, and my boyfriend would like to get the same thing except with fried rice for the second side”

Harry paused for a minute, not quite sure he heard you correctly but as he slowly started to register what you had said his eyebrow rose, his jaw was clench and he had a smirk rising up on his face

What was going through his head, you didn’t know, but were you excited to see how this was going to play out? oh defiantly

“Okay perfect, thank you!” You ‘ended’ the call and founded Harry starring blankly at you

“Yes?” You smiled and giggled “Boyfriend huh?” He had this dark look casted over his eyes that made you laugh even more ‘Oh this is funny to you” you covered your mouth as you smiled “I did nothing wrong” he hummed and nodded before placing his book back down and wrapping his hands tightly around your ankles pulling you right to him, it was a small couch so you were dragged immediately to him

You screamed out laughing as he hovered above you, pushing down your arms to your side as he trapped your legs between his thighs to stop you from ever kicking

He flipped you around and you immediately screamed again “No Harry I’m sorry!” he ignored your pleases and continued, roughly he smacked your ass, part of you was happy you had clothes on so the impact didn’t hurt as much but at the same time this man is stronger than you

“You’re a brat” he mumbled sitting back down “It was funny admit it” you crawled onto his lap and positions his face to look at you, he smiled and rolled his eyes, giving you a soft peck

“I’m your husband, understand? Have been for four years, not some fucking boyfriend anymore” he nuzzled his head towards your neck lightly pressing kisses “Mm definitely can’t post this” his head perked up “Post what?” you immediately slid off his lap and ran out of the room

“Nothing!”

a/n: wasn’t feeling it half way but enjoy! also I’m taking request if anyone wants to suggest anything :)

[vampiree-555]

"She a good girl but for me she a slut."

cw: established relationship , bf!matt , fem!reader , oral m!receiving , filming , softdom!matt , sub!reader , smut , pet names , praising , use of y/n

matt - blue

you - pink

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

i laid on the far too comfortable couch that was placed strategically in the triplets house. my boyfriend, Matt, sat right next to me with my legs laid out on his lap, his own hand massaging my calf. across the couch sat Chris, and on the other side of me was Nick, my boyfriends triplet brothers. the three boys paid close attention to the movie that was playing on the tv in front of us. all three of them seemed to be lost in a trance to the scene though i had gotten bored of the movie awhile ago. i mainly just scrolled on my phone until i got tired. i looked around at all the boys and scoffed. i peered over to my boyfriend. i wanted to get his attention. i grabbed the blanket that was bundled under my head that i was using as a pillow and threw it over mine and my boyfriend's laps. i lifted my leg up just enough to where my foot sat on Matt's crotch. he quickly whipped his head around to glare at me. i still question how he didn't get whiplash. i shrugged my shoulders and gave him an innocent smile. i sat up from my place and scooted closer to Matt. i noticed how he watched me carefully. as if he was daring me to make one wrong move. i caught my bottom lip between my teeth to stifle a small chuckle. i paid attention to the flashing screen in front of us though that's not what my mind was fixated on. Matt moved his own attention back to the movie. i snaked my hand underneath the blanket and rubbed my hand on his hardening crotch. i noticed how he flared his nostrils and his breathing became slightly heavier at my touch. i giggled into my hand at his reaction. i glanced at the two other boys before placing a gentle kiss on Matt's neck, ensuring they didn't see. i pretended to act tired and rubbed my eyes before fake yawning. i threw the blanket off of me and stood up from my comfortable position.

"im going to bed ya'll. goodnight" i said quietly before waving my goodbyes. the other boys spoke their goodnights as well except for Matt.

"ill join you soon. im pretty tired too." the two brothers looked at the similar brown haired boy before cocking their heads. Matt usually went to bed super late at night/early in the morning, so hearing that he was tired at 12am was a little odd to them. they thankfully shrugged it off, also saying their goodnights.

i waltzed to the bedroom Matt and i shared, Matt following shortly behind me. i opened the door and jumped into our bed while Matt shut the door behind us. i crawled under the covers and pretended not to notice my boyfriends intense gaze. i pretended to scroll on my phone trying my best not to burst out laughing.

"y/n..." i moved my phone out my face so i could see Matt's face. i hummed a quick "yeah?" at him while looking at him with my best puppy dog eyes.

"y/n." his voice was much more low than before. as if he was begging. i licked my teeth and caught my bottom lip. i got out from underneath the warm blanket and crawled to the end of the bed to meet with my boyfriend. i couldnt help but look at the tent in his pants that met perfectly with my eye line. my cheeks blushed as he looked down at me. Matt pinched my chin between his thumb and pointer finger before using his thumb to pull on my bottom lip. i looked at him through my eyelashes and giggled softly.

"c'mon doll... dont start what you cant finish." before i could make any movement or say anything, matt pulled down his own pants and boxers. his cock sprung out, hitting his abdomen. i sat on my knees in front of him and watched, entranced, as he fisted his own cock. he peered down at me as i just watched. eventually after watching him move painfully slowly, i took his cock in my smaller hand and kitten licked his leaking tip. i wrapped my lips around his pink tip while also pumping him with my hand. i pulled his cock out with a small 'pop' which elicited a soft groan from the taller. i licked my lips before taking him in my mouth again, this time bobbing my head. i moved at a painfully slow pace, slightly teasing the older. before i knew it, Matt grabbed a handful of my hair into a makeshift ponytail and began thrusting into my mouth. with each thrust he hit the back of my throat making me gag. soft curses left his lips as he continued his motions. i had begun to match Matts pace, and he stopped his own thrusts. tears began pricking my eyes as i continued. i pulled off his cock and a long string of saliva formed, connecting my lips to his member. spit pooled at the base of his cock and dripped down my chin. my breathing was uneven and i let out a cough before continuing my same motions, this time more desperate. i had become obsessed with his taste. the feeling of him filling my mouth was overwhelming but i loved it. my taller let out soft groans and curses while i moved at an extreme pace. Matt placed his hand on my cheek, stopping my movements and lifted my head up so i could meet his eyes. my mouth was agape and my eyes droopy. spit covered my chin and lips and my cheeks were a burning red. he smirked at me and let a soft chuckle escape his lips. matt quickly pulled out his phone and took a quick picture with the flash on. he usually did this. while we were fucking he always took a picture in the middle of it. i furrowed my eyebrows and he quickly shrugged as he looked back at the picture.

"i like seeing you all desperate for me." i didnt say anything and slapped his hand off my cheek. his phone was still in his hand as i wrapped my lips back around his cock. he threw his head back and let a moan escape. i noticed matt still on his phone yet i didnt pay attention to it. matt turned on his flash and filmed the sight in front of him. his dick covered in spit and my head bobbing at a fast and desperate pace. i looked at the camera through my teary eyes and saw Matt smirk behind his phone. he eventually threw his phone on the bed and gripped my hair once more. i felt his dick twitch in my mouth indicating he was close. i went all the way down and let my nose hit the base of his abdomen. i let a soft sound leave my lips and the vibrations sent matt over the edge. his warm liquids hit the back of my throat and i swallowed them all. i loved the taste of him. i pulled off of him and let my back hit the bed.

"you did so so good sweetheart." matt crawled on top of me and wrapped his arms around my waist as he laid his head on my chest. i let my hand comb through his hair and twirl little strands around my finger.

"thank you baby..." i spoke quietly. i was tired at this point. i noticed matt grab for his phone and go to tiktok. i tilted my head when he searched for this one audio. he clicked the sound and the "use sound" button. he went to his camera roll and picked the most recent video from only moments before. the audio played "she a good girl but for me she a slut" with the video of us from only a few seconds ago. matt and i both giggled as we watched the video. he clicked the next button and went to put it in his drafts but accidentally clicked 'post' instead

"OH SHI-"

[strawberryshortcake0413]

Last Hope chapter 4

Hello everyone :D i have finally decided to upload a chapter i postponed for weeks. Hope yall enjoy it, lmk your thoughts and reactions

Characters:yandere Leon S Kennedy (older version) x reader

Disclaimer: This fanfic contains dark-themed topics, such as kidnapping, depression, suicidal thoughts, non-consent, unwanted pregnancy,etc

Warning: yandere Leon Kennedy, kidnapping, non-consent, depressed reader, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome, unwanted pregnancy, emotional & mental abuse

Chapter1 Chapter2 Chapter3

God. 

You were crazy. You were confused and blind. You didn't know whether it was love or hate. 

Hating your kidnapper seems to be the logical explanation most people would come up with. But again, most of those people had not been kidnapped, nor was Leon S Kennedy the one who did it. 

A few days ago, you had played with his nerves more than ever.

You took a small knife from the kitchen when he allowed you to watch him cook. Trying to be sneaky was harder than it sounds. 

You have been his good girl for a whole month, yet trying to steal a knife to kill him. 

Little did you know, Leon had already noticed your little trick, sneakily putting it in your sleeve while you kissed him.

He was happy that you were showing affection without any fuss at first. But when he saw your true intentions, he was furious. 

That same night you tried to stab him when he was sleeping. Or pretending to be asleep, waiting for the right moment to give you what you were itching for.

To say the least, you got your punishment.

Even though you got him mad a couple times during the months you lived in the isolated house, it was never this bad. It never went as far as Leon refusing to acknowledge you or tamper you like his usual self. 

Humans are social creatures. Communication was the key to survival starting from the ice age to the modern world. People need love, someone to laugh and talk to. Without these, life was darker than the pitch of hell. This what you felt like was happening to you. Leon was the only being you talked, communicated, snuggled in for a long time. 

Now he was trying his hardest ignoring and giving you silent treatment. Thinking more about this situation, it was half funny, half painful. 

If you start from the funny part, he was childish. The one who made sure to comment about how stable and mature for a family was now acting like a spoiled, mad 5 year old. 

At the same time, you realized you were truly alone. Here, in this prison of a house, you at least had someone to give a shit about you at least a bit, even if it was toxic. But thinking about your past life, you had nobody for you.

Hell, if you made a bet with a stranger your mom would stab you from the back if she wanted to have your boyfriend in her bed, it was not a lie you would lose a few bucks. 

You are alone in this miserable life with no one except a mentally ill old man. You were sure he had an addiction problem before by the looks of his face. It's easy to tell when you grew up with one. And worked to help those people, sacrificing everything that had the curse to be yours. 

Guilt was filling the room, almost drowning you till you can’t breathe. Even if he was shit, he still cared for you. Were you this pathetic to try to crawl back in the arms of someone you attempted to murder? Yes, you were. But who cares? Who cares as long as he forgives you? You are just going to pretend everything is fine till everything is not and the cycle starts all over.

You felt even shittier when the memory of you holding the knife and sitting on his lap when he was asleep, ready to slice his throat. If your childhood self saw you like that, she would think you’re a monster. 

But in the end, you were one. That’s why you have no one good enough that is willingly to stay with you. 

You had willingly pushed away someone that actually cared for you without even thinking. How stupid are you to try to do that? You cared and craved the attention that came with him. You were just not used to love that you immediately persuaded it as poison.

He locked you in the same room with no food and water for 3 days. No matter how much you pleaded, he wouldn't budge in. 

“Leon… Daddy… Please…” you begged again. You had already lost count of your whining and were begging for him to let you out. 

“I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Please?” 

Leon signed hearing your whining repeatedly in the morning before he even had his first cup of coffee. Work was already harder these past few days, your whining made it even more irritating. 

Hell. He should even add a little bit of vodka in his coffee since destiny decided to play with him again. 

Leon had already decided the love of his life bumped into him at the hospital, but he was starting to realize it was an illusion his heart made to bear with the pain of real life struggles.

Leon was starting to see the truth that you will never be someone he wanted. All he ever dreamed of was the perfect american dream where he had a beautiful wife and a few kids running around his house. If the Raccoon city event never happened, he wouldn’t even have looked your way. 

You were rude, wild, inconsiderate, and lacked motherly instincts. Leon was not even sure if you thought like a normal person. He was not blind to your personality. When he was carefully selecting you as his future wife and the mother of his kids, he noticed quite a lot of details. 

The way you responded to children crying, someone immature, or confused people asking for help or getting unlucky in life, he took notes of how you stare at them and how you respond with your body language.

He knew you were not a good person. He knew you wouldn’t be a good, caring mother. 

Despite the fact he refused to acknowledge your real self, he had hoped someday you will grow to love him and want to have children of your own. Little did he know, he felt angry at himself for giving you too much hope. 

In his own delusion, Leon thought you completely had given up the thought to escape and run away. Never in a million years, he would have imagined you holding a knife and almost killing him. 

Now, he didn’t even know if you were the right choice to go with for the rest of his life. 

But listening to your pleas, apologizing, and regrets pulled a string in his heart he hadn’t acknowledged since he was twenty something. 

Maybe you realized you were nothing without him. You didn’t have the basic needs of a human if he didn’t bother to notice you. You should be grateful. You should be grateful he takes care of you better than he takes care of himself. You should be grateful he chose to save you from your miserable little life before him.

But hearing your cries changed his already made up mind. It was something he would only do for you. Something he hoped that would change your mind about starting a family. 

Leon stared down at you with a cold glare as you whined pathetically before crawling and hugging his legs as you sobbed like you’re at your father's funeral. 

As much as he loves his parents, only one memory is engraved on his mind from his childhood. He remembers that day, clearer than water. Holding a bare white rose while people stared at the big hole in the ground as his parents were put to peaceful sleep forever without anyone interrupting them again. 

Standing there alone and confused why his parents would never come back. What did his parents do to be killed like that? Still to this day, Leon doesn’t have any idea why his parents were targeted out of all the people in the world.

His main goal is to never let any of his children go through that pain. Not in a single day he had a moment of lasting peace. Why would he not deserve a little dose of happiness others knew the taste more than once? 

You were his last hope. Last hope for a new beginning. To something he can’t have again.

“I’m sorry. Please. Daddy. I love you. Please, forgive me” you cried, sniffing your runny nose while kissing his legs. As much as you would have loved to make comments about his hairy long legs, you were not in the right position to be sarcastic.

“If you try to pull that shit again, your “daddy, i love you” is not going to work again.” he muttered before grabbing your wrists, pulling you up.

“See what happens when you disobey me?” Leon eyed your tired figure from the lack of food, shower and him.  

“I won’t do it again. I promise.” you muttered, hugging him hesitantly. It was a strange feeling for you. Even before you were forced to show affection, you never felt genuine enough to hug a person before. Sometimes rare visitors would hug you, it only gave you ick.

Something about it made me want to cry, while something else was making you angry at Leon. Where did his promise of taking care of you no matter what went when he was mad? Were you just a little toy for him to abandon when life gives him something sour? Is he someone that would abandon you at your lowest just like everyone else?

Walking into the kitchen you were greeted with a vegetable soup with a slice of bread, poured in the plastic bowl he bought for you specifically. 

“Eat well.” Leon muttered as he sat next, watching you devour the food. 

“Slower. It's not good for the body”

After a few minutes of eating, he brought you into the bedroom, showering you carefully before helping you put on a fresh set of pajamas.

“Sleep” Leon muttered as he laid beside, kissing your temple. 

Warm, soft blanket made you feel like a newborn being swaddled in its mothers tight embrace. After spending 3 nights on the cold flooring of the house, the bed felt like heaven.

Not to mention the fact, after a while Leon would occasionally rub your clit through your pants or give your nipple a hard pinch enough to awaken something in your belly.

As much as he missed you, Leon quickly learned you were even worse than him somehow. The way you begged for another round at 2 am at night proved everything he needed to know. 

“My baby missed me so much. Huh?” the older man smirked, feeling you clench as his pace increased. Your hands went back to the bed sheets while you babbled nonsense.  

“You see how much I love you?” Leon muttered as he stared at your dilated eyes.

As you nodded, he felt a satisfaction he hadn’t experienced in a while. Soon he felt himself finish inside you. 

“Promise me. Promise me that you would love me forever” 

You took a long shaky breath, brain foggy from the your body was being warmed by his warm cum. 

“I will… I will as long as you do” you said as Leon captured your lips in a passionate long kiss. Spit connecting you two still as he pulled away. “Sweet dreams baby”

Next chapter start: Leon grinned to himself as he started connecting all the clues God left for him. Your moody, bratty behavior, sweet cravings, morning sickness. He was trying to tell Leon his dreams are coming soon. 

Now that he knew you were with a healthy child, he was never going to let you go. If he had to fight for the sake of his child, he wouldn’t hesitate even if it’s you. After all, a child was more important than your temporary stupidity. 

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

you've been holding out on me (but I can't find a way to hold onto you)

comfort came against my will - series masterlist here

pairing: dick grayson x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.3k

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: dick is so insecure but he's trying so hard ok. reader is still mentally ill but it's all fine in the end

a/n: I don't know why I think it's ok to end with dialogue and just stop writing but here we go ig

You don't hear Dick come home; it's the perk (or curse in this case) of him moving so silently. And of course, he's extra quiet right now. It's past 3am and he's getting home from patrol. He thinks you're asleep. When he gently pushes the bedroom door open, then, to find you sitting on the floor by the foot of your shared bed and curling into yourself, his heart stutters as panic grips him. What's wrong with you? Are you hurt? What happened? And god, of course, the one time you're hurt he's not there, the one time you need him he's gone and he's failed you and of course of course of course -

He focuses, though, stilling the questions before they can pour from his lips as he moves swiftly to crouch in front of you, eyes trailing over your form. You're not visibly injured as far as he can tell, but you have your head buried in your hands so he can't see your face and he doesn't know what's wrong and -

"Baby?" he asks tentatively, clenching his teeth and willing himself to calm down while he moves to put his hands on your shoulders. You flinch at the contact, though, an alarmed sound leaving you as your face shoots up to look at him.

"Jesus Christ Dick, make a noise or something next time," you say, annoyance hardening your tone. Dick feels his shoulders drop in relief ever so slightly; you're upset, yes. You're snapping at him in a way that you never do, so something's clearly wrong, but you're safe. You're not, well, bleeding from anywhere or in any sort of immediate, alarming physical distress. There are tear stains streaking your cheeks, though, and you're curled into yourself like it's offering you some sort of protection, and the image makes Dick's gut twist. 

You're afraid, he realizes. Of him? His hands retract from their spots on your shoulders like touching you is burning him and he jerks back hard enough that he almost loses his balance. 

"Dick?" your voice is practiced, your worry for him taking over as you shove your own emotions aside - god, he can see you doing it. "Hey, it's okay. You didn't… I didn't mean to flinch like that. I'm sorry." Dick makes a strangled sort of noise at your words and reaches out to you before halting and pulling his hand back towards him.

"No," he says firmly, keeping his voice quiet, gentle, soft. "No apologies. This isn't on you. I'm… sorry for scaring you."

"You didn't…" you begin, confusion clear in your voice. "You - no. No, I'm not scared of you, Dick. I'm never - I'm never scared of you." You assure as you move towards him, pushing him gently so that he's sitting on the floor with his legs stretched out. He lets you - lets you arrange him however you like and feels something in him soften when you crawl into his lap and wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. Usually, his arms would find their way around you, holding you to him. This time, though, they stay away, hovering unsurely.

"Dick," you whine. He huffs out an almost laugh. "Hold me… please." He doesn't laugh at that. He wraps his arms around you tightly, one anchored around your waist while the other tangles in your hair. The more he berates himself for how he acted, the tighter his grip gets. Here you are, clearly upset and in distress, and all he did was spiral and fall on his ass and make the whole thing about him.

"I'm sorry," he whispers into your hair as he presses kisses to the crown of your head. You squeeze him back reassuringly.

"You have nothing to apologize for, baby - you don't," you respond, bracing yourself with that voice he knows he can't win an argument against. It's the one he's seen you use at work, with lawyers and professional rivals and employees. He's only been on the receiving end of it a few times, usually with you telling him to take care of himself in some way.

No, you can't go out to patrol with broken ribs - the others can cover you for a few nights. No, you're not staying up any later than this - that case will still be there in the morning. No, you're not Atlas, my love - the world will not fall apart if you take a break.

He hasn't heard that voice directed at him many times, but it's enough that he knows to snap his mouth shut and admit defeat.

"Will you tell me what's wrong, at least?" He prompts gently. You slump against him.

"Just… a bad day. That's all."

"I've seen you have bad days, babe," he reminds patiently. "This is more than that. I know it is."

"Well, this is…" you begin, chewing your bottom lip. He reaches to smooth his thumb across your lip, a silent reminder to stop. "You've seen my normal bad days," you explain. "Sometimes I get… bad. You know. Mentally ill bad." Dick hums in understanding and squeezes you tighter to his chest.

"You've been holding out on me."

"What?"

"I told you," he explains, but there's no malice. He's kind and soft and gentle and you're reminded that that's why you fell in love with him. "I told you I'd be here for you, baby. I want to be here for you. Let me in, yea?"

"I didn't want to be too much," you whisper, and Dick feels his heart crack at the sad little warble of your voice.

"Never, honey," he soothes, smoothing a hand up and down your back. "I want all of you, okay? Every bit of you. Even when it's hard - especially when it's hard. I want to help."

"I know," you sigh. "I know, I know, I just… maybe you don't know what you're getting yourself into. Maybe you think you can handle it but you can't and you'll get overwhelmed and leave. Maybe you'll get tired of asking me to let you in and that'll be what makes you leave. Either way I - I just can't find a way to hold onto you."

Dick stills at that, breath catching in his lungs and an unpleasant feeling settling in his gut. How long had you been thinking this? How many of the moments where you held onto him a little tighter, reached for him a little more, told him you loved him a little louder - how many of those moments were born of fear? He straightens himself up and tenderly grabs your chin in his hand, guiding you until you're eye-to-eye with him. This has to be fixed, he thinks. Now. you're his. His love, his person, his everything. And you're, what, sitting here alone in a dark apartment worried about him leaving you? Terrified of him walking away while you need him? No. No, this has to be fixed.

"Honey," he says, an edge in his voice that makes you straighten up. It's the one you've heard him use while he's working, when he's donned his Nightwing gear and is commanding a room full of vigilantes and heroes. It's not a voice he's used many times with you, but you know it well enough to sit still and listen when he uses it. "I'm right here," he says. "Always. I'm here and I'm staying and I will never - never - walk away from you when you need me. I love you and that will never change, okay? I'm here. I promise, baby, I'm here."

[aestheticpearl]

— 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞

✧·˚you and jonah have been together for so long, so here’s a few moments that you share together

𝓲.

at first jonah started streaming when he felt like it, he had absolutely no schedule and it kills his followers cause they would always ask when his next stream is and he’ll just torture them by going ‘well i was going to tonight but since you asked i don’t really feel like it anymore’ he loved tormenting them and then just giving them what they want.

he would mostly plays horror games— stone faced, it’s one of the reasons he got so popular (besides his good looks obviously). elias and him usually played together when it a multi player horror game and it’s like the quietest stream ever. so quiet in fact that the chat ended up hearing shuffling in the room which made them speculate that their beloved streamer had a partner~

spill the beans, are you getting under the desk support rn? 🤨

“if i was you’d notice sooner trust me” he says with a smirk.

AYO⁉️⁉️

JONAH HAS A PARTNER THAT PROVIDES UNDER DESK SUPPORT CONFIRMED‼️‼️⁉️

PARTNER REVEAL (NOT CLICKBAIT)

“first off i never said i had a partner that was providing this quote ‘under the desk support’ unquote— besides i don’t think they need to be my partner to do that.” jonah scoffs at the chat and rolls his eyes before focusing back on the game.

truth was you were under the desk but just giving a different kind of support, to the desk. jonah’s poor desk has been on the end of many of his tantrums and a screw ended up coming loose so he had to text you during stream to ask you to sneakily fix it before the whole desk collapsed under the weight. so here you were, under the desk fixing the loose screw that was apparently ‘threatening the stream’ like the good partner you are.

you hear the snarky comment jonah make’s towards his chat and smile to yourself before finishing the quick fix and tapping his leg to let him know that you were done. jonah glances down at you and you smile up at him before he slides his chair out enough for you to crawl out and stand up out of frame, he mutes himself before speaking to you.

“thank you, i was unsure if the desk would’ve held for the rest of the stream.” you lean in making sure you’re out of frame before placing a kiss on his forehead.

“good luck with the rest of the stream jonah” you say to him has you leave his gaming room.

jonah directs his attention back to his chat and unmutes himself.

WHY DID YOU MUTE??

WHAT ARE YOU HIDING FROM US JONAH⁉️⁉️🤨

“ugh you people are insufferable.”

𝓲𝓲.

one of his love languages is quality time so playing games with one of his favorite activities to do with you, whether it’s playing with you or just having you watch him while you lay across the couch with your head on his lap he loves it. so when you suggested a date night which was staying inside and playing video games with each other he was ecstatic to say the least.

that was until the date night came around and you had fallen ill. it was nothing serious but it’s definitely left you bed ridden and you felt awful physically and emotionally since you had to tell him you couldn’t play the game with him.

“i’m sorry babe i wish i could play honestly, but i feel queasy every time i sit up.”

“…”

“jonah?” you lock eyes with him standing in the doorway before he turns and leaves you in the bed alone.

“alright good talk.” you say out loud to no one in particular before closing your eyes to try and get some more sleep.

you’re right about to fall asleep when you feel a weight on the bed and before you can really register what is happening your head is on jonah’s chest and you can hear his steady heartbeat.

“mmm what are you doin?” you ask slowly opening your eyes to look at the nintendo switch in-front of you.

“since we can’t play together, you feeling up to watching me play minecraft?” jonah asks in a quiet voice, which you appreciate greatly since you have a worsening headache.

“i’d love to watch you play minecraft.” you smile up at him. “thank you”

he responds with a simple ‘mmm’ before kissing your forehead and starting the game. you don’t get to watch him long before unintentionally falling asleep to the sound of his soothing heartbeat.

𝓲𝓲𝓲.

flash forward a year or two and jonah is now a streamer that actually does have scheduled streams, but he is also now one of those streamers that does a lot of the side quests of the game off screen so he just has the materials but doesn’t continue the main story line without streaming.

he’s now more effortlessly charming and charismatic which makes everyone in the chat swoon. he’ll say the most mundane things or respect people and the chat will be all heart eyes.

“that’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it.”

i think i’m in love 😻

me when he does the bare minimum

PLEASE JUST ONE CHANCE

whimper audio?

“a what?”

the chat does know that he has a partner because you always bring him snacks at the half hour mark. they’re usually just simple after school snacks that don’t take a lot of time, but sometimes you’ll bring him a sweet that he absolutely loves.

he will always take your hand and kiss the back of it as a thank you and the chat will swoon for you.

i’m getting butterflies for them 🥰🥰

WHEN IS IT MY TURN TO BE HAPPY?

whimper audio?

i’m sleeping on the highway tonight

“good luck streaming bubs” you say before planting a kiss on his head. “bye chat, make sure to harass him for me.”

“heyyyy”

“i love you~” you say closing the door and walking down the the kitchen to make him a snack that the chat will surely get jealous of even with its simplicity, it’s more of the domestic act that they love.

𝓲𝓿.

jonah loves having you on his lap while he games and you love it almost as much as he does. he definitely owns like a bean bag chair instead of his gaming chair to makes things so much more comfortable too.

“mmm sleepy”

he chuckles softly, you love when he does that.

“i can tell babe, you can sleep if you like.”

“nooo i wanna watch you play.” you whine.

“you’re not even facing the tv” he kisses your temple gently.

it’s true, you haven’t exactly been watching him play more like listening to him play, you know what’s happening without looking at the screen and he knows that. jonah also knows that if you become sleepy during these cuddle/gaming sessions you’ll just fall asleep, but you seem very set on not falling asleep this time.

“what’s keeping you awake baby?”

“i just want to spend time with you that’s all and i want to be conscious this time” he smiles.

“alright, if you say so but just know i wouldn’t be upset at you for falling asleep” you nod and bury your face into his neck to place feather like kisses.

he unintentionally squirms away from the attack while laughing softly.

“i think someone is tired”

“tired of you accusing me of being tired” he laughs and kisses the side of your head. “my mind is awake but my body is so sleepy”

jonah chuckles softly and readjusts you so you’re in a more comfortable position and soon you’re out like a light as he turns the volume down and plays silently.

.love always <3 pearl

.masterlist

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

you're a diver from Fontaine, one of the best in the entire Court, and are known far and wide for your ability to collect whatever resource people need- that's where most of your pay comes from, collecting beryl conches and romaritime flowers for jewelry, perfumes, and the like. but you also enjoy diving as a hobby, spending most of your time off in the water and enjoying the sights, your Vision allowing you to breathe easily under the waves. there's something about floating weightlessly in oceanic world that helps you feel so calm and at peace.

it's during one of these leisurely dives that you encounter something- or someone- incredible.

you won't lie, you were swimming too close to the Fortress of Meropide. yes, it's technically forbidden, but you couldn't help but investigate the deeper waters and caves around it after so long of staying away from the area! as long as you stayed away from the searchlights, no one would suspect a thing, so you swam down into the murky gloom. it's more difficult to see as you cautiously glance around, slightly on edge- until you come face-to-face with an oddly glowing light, seemingly emitting from a faceted crystal. you don't dare go towards it (you've had enough experience with ocean creatures to know it very well could be a lure), so instead it decides to come towards you, and an enormous slinking creature is revealed from the darkness. your blood runs cold, all instincts screaming to get away, run, but the monster merely chitters curiously, tilting his horned head and blinking at you quietly.

hesitantly, you raise a hand and wave, and the beast's singular eye widens in awe as he waves back.

you come back to visit the odd creature again and again after that day, becoming adept at avoiding the lights of Fontaine's prison. the monster- Childe, as he told you via carvings on the wall- was incredibly sweet despite his intimidating appearance, greeting you with a delighted chirp and a hug, always extremely gentle with you. he follows you as you explore, protecting you and bringing you trinkets that have sunk to the ocean floor, nudging your hands for head scritches. through his gestures and warbling tones you deduce that he lives in a cavern further below, one you refuse to go to- it makes your skin crawl, for some reason. rarely does Childe come to the surface, but occasionally he'll accompany you if he doesn't want to see you go, wrapping his scaled tail around your legs and whining until you give him a kiss on the forehead. he loves you, and you love him, and he was your special secret.

until you began to fall mysteriously ill, your breaths coming out short and ragged and your head filling with cotton clouds. at first you think it's just a common cold, but it doesn't go away, only getting worse over time. the doctors you visit don't seem to have a cure, merely telling you to rest until you feel better, which you never do, no matter how many hours you sit on the shore with Childe's head in your lap. his worry for you makes you feel a little happier, caressing his cheeks and whispering hoarsely to him as he whimpers, claws dancing over your cheeks in an attempt to hold you back. but it hurts and you cough again and again, growing weaker by the day for no reason other than fate's cruel story.

you don't know that Childe is a monster from the Primordial Sea, gradually wearing away at your strength and life, until it's too late.

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hi i’m ill and had a dream ab ellie in cat ears so i wrote it its torture fr LOOOOOL its something quick fr i just miss writing ab sex :( might make it a lil series but i dont have a title idk okie bye

based off this

wc;cw: 1.3k, subpetplayer!ellie, dom!oc, SMUT MDNI, head, squirting, dirty talk, ellies so fucking cute and in love, happy gay bitches ew🙄

“El?”

“Mhm?”

“… Wanna roleplay?”

Your girlfriend choked on her 7/11 slushee, sitting up from where you two were snuggled together on the couch while the TV played. Your hand clapped on her back, and she turned to face you, her cheeks already tinting a deep red.

“… Huh?”

She stared at you in shock, her wet lips agape and her eyes glimmering under the dim decorative lamp. A slimy grin crawled onto your face.

“Wanna roleplay?” You repeated, your voice lower.

Her shoulders rose up and down with each recovered breath, her eyes nervously flicking around the room.

“Like… like in GTA?”

You snorted and shook your head.

“I think you know what I mean.”

“No,” she squealed, “I don’t—“

“You’d make such a cute little kitty,” you cooed, your hand coming up to play with her earlobe. She shuddered and subtly leaned into your touch before her eyes doubled in size at your amused expression.

“Oh?”

“I-I’m—“

“What if I told you I made an impulsive purchase a couple weeks ago,” You smirked.

“No the fuck you didn’t—“

“I did. Amazon coupon,” you snickered.

“… I fucking hate you.”

You pinched the plush skin of her ear and she flinched.

“Cats don’t fucking talk.”

Her body shook when your hand squeezed her cheeks together, her lids fluttering when you leaned forward to peck her nose and warm cheeks. You gave her a peck on her lips before licking her bottom one, and she hummed softly, inching closer for another.

“You know what to do?”

She nodded so fast, her nose bumped yours.

“Go on then. Top drawer.”

She shook her head with a whine; She wanted another kiss. You dug your nails into her face and she moaned aloud.

“Do what I say.”

You released her and she rose to run down the hallway. You grinned and kicked your feet up on the coffee table, snagging a few more Lifesavers from the bag and shoved them in your mouth.

This was your favorite part of the movie; Edmond’s about to get kidnapped by the white witch!

Fifteen minutes passed when you finally entered your shared bedroom, and your heart pounded at the sight in front of you.

Ellie was on her knees in front of the bed, hands folded in her lap, only in her running shorts and the fluffy, pink and black kitty ears that were littered with bows and glitter, the crumpled Amazon package that it came in was tossed near the window.

Her back arched when she heard the door slammed behind you; You could almost envision her pretty ears flinching at the ruckus.

You circled her like a lioness, “Look at you. The prettiest.”

You took a seat in front of her and she sighed, staring past you and through the wall. Her hands squeezed together.

“You can look at me, hun.”

She relaxed at your comforting tone, finally meeting your eyes at your word.

“Kitty’s been so fucking good today,” you praised, “Did everything I asked. The best girl.”

You massaged her scalp and she nuzzled up into your touch, following your hand wherever it traveled on her head. Her eyes were pleading and watery — desperate. So trusting and ready to give you anything you desired.

“Think kitty deserves a treat. Is baby hungry?” She nodded imploringly, her head falling onto your thigh to nestle it.

“Go ahead. Take what’s yours,” you encouraged gently with a nod.

She practically tore your panties to shreds, the fabric dangling off your legs. She ogled you like she was dehydrated and your cunt was fresh lake water, harsh breaths leaving her mouth, but she didn’t move. She whimpered and begged some more, rubbing her face all over your leg. You laughed, and she sobbed.

Her legs were squeezing together, trying to stimulate anywhere she could. She needed to get off with you.

“C’mon, babygirl,” You leaned back and propped your legs open, your pussy on full display for your girlfriend. She wrapped her arms around your thighs and yanked you closer, diving face-first into your pussy.

Delighted laughs molded with your moans with every swipe of her tongue on your clit, your hands rubbing her head and scratching her shoulder. She slurped and sucked all over your pussy, her tongue dragging up after she fucked it inside you.

Curses and gasps left your mouth, your legs instinctively closing around her head before she forced them open. Her tongue flicked over your bud perfectly, desperately drinking all your slick.

Nasty sounds of her tongue on and in your cunt disrupted the peace of your quaint space. Your hands left her to rub and yank at your tits. She moaned into your pussy while she watched you touch yourself, her arm falling between her own legs to rub down on her wrist.

Her licks on your cunt slowed with every grind into her hand, and you paused.

You scoffed when you looked down and saw her humping her own arm like a dog, her drool coating your hip as she cried in satisfaction.

“Ellie.”

A loud whine left her mouth, her bounces increasing in pace. You gripped her hair tightly and pulled her head up, her dazed eyes blinking slowly with affection. She loves you so much.

“You get your reward and this is how you act? Didn’t even ask me t’cum.”

She could only stare in complete adoration, her vision cloudy and hyper fixated on you. She needs you. Needs your cunt on her fucking face.

“Gotta take care of myself, huh? That’s how it is?” You snarked.

Tears filled Ellie’s eyes at the insinuation; She loves you! She messed up! She won’t do it again!

“Put your hands behind your back,” you scolded and her lip quivered.

Her wrists crossed at the end of her spine, and your hand came down to spread your sticky lips apart. You scooped some slick at your entrance.

“Open.”

Ellie’s lips parted, and you shoved two wet digits in her mouth. She hummed and sucked them diligently, her tongue swirling around to gather every drop.

“Uh huh. Savor that. You’re not getting anymore.”

Her expression downcasted. Her fluffy ears almost flattened atop her head.

“Don’t pout,” You pulled out of her mouth, “I gave you a chance. Sit there and watch me.”

Your fingers returned to your clenching entrance, slowly pushing inside, your walls slowly swallowing around them to pull them deeper. You and Ellie moaned in unison, the two of you watching how you stretched around your digits.

“Yeah? Kitty likes that?” You exhaled shakily and Ellie licked your thigh. You sighed happily.

“Was so fuckin’ close but you had to show out,” You spat quietly, your fingers massaging the squishy walls of your pussy, “Gonna fuck you up so good after I cum, fuck.”

Ellie was panting against your bare skin, hot and sweaty with her eyes glued to your pussy. You fucked yourself harder, arching your fingers to nudge that perfect spot, grinding them deep inside you. Wet sounds rang from your cunt and against the walls, heat building in the pit of your stomach at an alarming pace.

Ellie got closer to your pussy, her heavy breaths hitting your throbbing clit. You couldn’t bring yourself to push her away like you normally would, the intensity of your climbing orgasm overtaking your mind.

“Gonna make you suck my cum out these fucking sheets. Nasty bitch,” Ellie moaned right above your cunt, eager for your juices to drench her face completely. You’re right there, she can tell. You just need a little more, fuck fuck fuck, she needs this—

Kitty wants your cum, mommy? Please?

A sharp gasp left your lips and your eyes rolled into your skull. You barely felt Ellie’s lips wrap around your clit in a hard suction, your juices splashing against her chin and tongue and cheeks. She helped you ride it out in her mouth, her arms holding your bucking hips down on the bed. She keened at your gasped praises of goodkittygoodkittyfuck.

She eased you back into your body, her sucks easing into gentle licks on your bud. You promised yourself you’d get her for disobeying later; You’re fucking tired.

Some time passed as you wallowed in your bliss before a grin grew on your face.

“C’mere, baby.”

Ellie climbed onto the bed and on top of you, straddling your waist and leaning down for a peck. She pulled back when that mischief from earlier resurfaced in your eyes.

“I didn’t even get to show you the tail.”

Ellie shuddered against you; She silently prayed for you to get her a collar next.