#like...can we move on from this please!!!

[katsu2ji]

gentle reassurances — k. bakugou

a/n: katsuki can stay mad at a lot of people for a long time. you are most certainly not one of them.

“come here.”

there was no frustration or annoyance in his voice, breaking the tense silence between the two of you as you stood on opposite sides of the kitchen. the words he spoke were soft and calmer than they were just moments ago, and you knew he was putting in careful effort to keep it that way.

you stood there watching him for a few seconds, quiet. he couldn't read the warring emotions on your face as the two of you held eye contact, and for a moment, katsuki was so afraid that you weren't going to come to him—that you were going to turn around and leave him standing there alone with his arms open. that you would leave the argument unfinished, unresolved.

his worries disappeared, however, when you crossed the gap and stepped into his waiting arms. you breathed in his familiar scent as you wrapped your arms around him. he did the same as he buried his face in your hair and closed his eyes. he took a long, deep breath.

you were the first to speak. "i'm sorry. i shouldn't have yelled at you."

your voice was muffled against the fabric of his shirt, but his heart gave a squeeze nonetheless. you could feel his head shake against yours, one of his hands moving up and down your back.

"don't apologize," he mumbled, his voice equally as hushed. "i'm the one who came in annoyed. you did nothing wrong. it's just—" he took another deep, steadying breath. "it's been a long day. for both of us."

you hummed against him, not moving from your spot in his chest. "still, it wasn't right for me to yell back at you. i should've given you space when you came in."

katsuki frowned at that, pulling back just enough to look at you as his hands slid down to your waist. "space? why the hell do you think i'd need space from you?" he asked, brows furrowed.

you avoided eye contact, choosing instead to focus on a loose string from the hem of his shirt. katsuki stared at you for a moment before taking your hands in his.

"hey, look at me," he said. again, his voice carried no hint of anger or annoyance at your actions, just gentle reassurance. "you are the one person i will never—ever—need space from, you hear me?"

you knew this tone of voice. it was one he only ever used for you. katsuki wasn't a liar, you knew that—especially not when speaking like this.

he waited silently, watching you nod your head. he pulled you close again, kissing the top of your head.

"i love you, okay? today was long, and...and i shouldn't have yelled, but i never need space from you, alright?" he kissed your head again. "so don't think like that."

you closed your eyes, feeling his chest rumble as he spoke.

"i love you, too, kats." you leaned your head up. "can we go to bed now?"

you smiled at the chuckle he let out, feeling his body reverberate again. he gave you a squeeze, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

"for fucks sake, yes please. i'm exhausted." he placed a soft kiss on your neck, then smiled at you.

"no more arguing, okay? not worth arguing over stupid shit like this, anyway. not with you."

"oh, so you'd argue with someone else over stupid shit?" you teased.

he bit back a smile. "shut up. you know what i mean. no more fighting."

you smiled, kissing him. when you pulled back, he swore he could see the stars.

"no more fighting," you concluded, feeling contentment wash over the both of you.

katsu2ji © 2025. please don't copy, modify, or do anything of the sort with my work! i work very hard and you simply do not have my permission.

[furioussouls]

LADS guys as yanderes

[chubby reader]

Warning: yandere behaviour (soft, but yandere behaviour nonetheless), fem! chubby reader, manipulation, suggestive themes, reader is mc (in some parts), mentions of injuries (not through the boys), I'm not romanticising or condoning yandere behaviour in real life

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, they are from a game called "love and deepspace", which was created by Infold. Any lore refrences and worldbuilding belong solely to them.

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Zayne:

• Zayne would be the overprotective and overbearing yandere. He is so furiously obsessed with your health and monitors it all to an unhealthy degree. You would not notice it at first, because he'll hide it extremely well from you and always hides behind his icy facade, but once it clicks in your head, its impossible to unsee.

You sat in front of Dr. Zayne in his office, the pungent odor of disinfectant lingering in the air as your plush thighs sat firmly on top the familiar chair. "Excuse me, Dr. Zayne? I am very thankful for your care, but I can't drop out of my missions every other day for routine check- ups. Is there a reason why you keep telling me to come back?". Zayne flexed his long, slender and scarred fingers and pushed his glasses closer to his face. He firmly starred at the screen of your medical scan and compared it with the one he took of you last week. "Do we have to wait for it to get worse in order for me to take care of your health? Your heart could get worse in the blink of an eye.", his voice rang out. You sighed and watched Zayne obsessively click from one picture to the next without blinking.

• After a mission gone wrong, you informed Zayne that you would arrive at the hospital shortly. You sighed and limped through the doors of the hospital. You were alright, your injuries not too grave, but you weren't quite sure if you had any internal injuries. You knocked on Zayne's office and walked through it. Zayn was hunched over, his hands buried tightly in his hair. When the door shut behind you, he jumped up with shaky hands. Before you could ask him whats wrong, he took long steps toward and scanned your injuries from top to bottom. His large hands pat down your body. "Where are your injuries?", before you could respond, he had hastily already taken off your shirt and shoved you down on the examination table and poked and prodded every part of your ample torso. You squealed "Dr. Zayne! I'm fine. My leg is the only thing that's injured.", he paid you no mind and continued to examine you while breathing heavily.

• After you two started dating, you felt like you were in paradise. Zayne was the biggest gentleman you've ever met. He helped you get dressed in the morning, tied your shoelaces, cooked for you, did the chores at home and walked on the outer side of the sidewalk. Sure, he was a bit annoying with his constant health examinations, but that can easily be ignored. Alright, maybe it's also annoying that he wants to know your location at all times, but it seriously has nothing to do with him not trusting you. He's just scared that you'll need his help and he won't know where you are. Zayne bounced his leg up and down and loosened the tie around his neck. His pulse quickened as he stared at his phone. 'My love, where are you? Should I come and pick you up?', why haven't you responded yet? Are you okay? Is your heart okay? Zayne's mind was racing and he thought about you, his perfect little love, passed out in some alleyway. He jumped up and made move to grab his jacket when his phone alerted him of your new message. 'Hi Zayne, I'll be home soon! I'll get us some ice cream.'

• he hopes you'll quit your job, so that you wont go on these dangerous missions anymore. He'll take care of you, you won't have to move a muscle. You also wouldn't have to do chores or anything, please just stay home.

• If you talk with him about his behaviour and tell him to tone it down a notch, he'll apologise profusely and tell you that he'll be more mindful, but his behaviour only grows more obsessive. He'll hide it from you, but his heart breaks whenever you do anything that could endanger you and he switches to a different type of surveillance. Sometimes he‘ll also give you “doctors orders“ on how you need to rest for a week if a dangerous mission pops up.

Xavier:

•Xavier is the possessive, jealous yandere. He's the wolf hidden beneath a fluffy, wooly facade.

You made your way to your apartment with grocery bags in your hand. When you reached your old, sturdy door, you heard a familiar soft voice behind you. "Who were you just talking to?". You spun around quickly and saw Xavier's soft smile behind you. You smiled at him and he bent down to take the grocery bags out of your soft hand. You smiled in gratitude and unlocked the door. He put the bags down on the table and began taking everything out of your bags. "Hm?", he asked and you looked at him in confusion. "Who was the man you were talking with earlier?", he repeated softly. You informed Xavier that he was your guys' new neighbour. Xavier nodded and walked slowly over to you. He wrapped his arms around your wide hips and gently gripped the fat of your back. "Is he nice? Nicer than me?", he asked softly and you rolled your eyes. "No, Xavier. Don't be jealous, again." He nodded and tenderly kissed your squishy cheeks.

• If he saw anybody he deemed a threat, he would take care of it. Quietly and without your knowledge. He wouldn't hurt or kill anyone, (unless they've hurt you in some way) but he would make sure that they would never be around you, ever again. If some girl had been gossiping about your weight like an insecure middle schooler? Suddenly she had to move cities. Somebody is standing in the way of your promotion? They were just relocated to a different place. Hmm, suspicious.

• he would never lay a hand on you. Ever. none of the guys would, They all adore and worship you too much.

•Xavier is lowkey like a kitten. If you scratch at his scalp and play with his hair, he'll lean into your touch and moan softly. He will happily lay down on your big thighs and sleep the whole day ever. Also, has a bite kink-, who said that?

• loves to go to sleep on top of you because you cannot leave while hes sleeping on top of you. He cuddles up on your chest and wraps his arms around you and kneads you like a stress ball, all of his troubles disappear when your comforting smell on body are underneath him. If both of you sat on the couch, he’d make sure that his lanky body is touching your plump one in any way possible. Sitting side pressed against side? Hell yeah. Sitting with your legs on his lap? Perfect. You sitting on his lap or him sitting on yours? Genuinely amazing. He’s happy.

• Sometimes, when somebody else would try and tell you that he's not as sweet as you think he is, he'll look at you with a hurt expression. You don't believe them, do you? Why would he lie to you? Who can be purer than him? His evol is light, after all. He means well.

You look at Xavier's wide, glossy eyes, his lips streched into a slight frown. "I just don't know why they would say something like that about me? Have I made a wrong first impression? Is it because I’m so sleepy?". You wrapped your soft arms around Xaviers lanky body and gently swiped over his blond hair. “No, Xavier. I’m sorry that they’re saying that about you.“

He sighed happily into your shoulder and smiled. He loves you so much. Don’t leave him, okay? He‘ll find you anyway.

Rafayel:

• Rafayel is a bratty, manipulative yandere. Don't be fooled by his sweet, pouty lips. We all know not to mess with sirens, and how persuasive they can be.

• If the two of you are engaged in a conversation with somebody who shows a little too much interest in you, Rafayel turns everything they say into something negative.

"So, our company works closely with the animal shelters in Linkon.", the sleazy business man told you with a bright smile as his eyes scanned you from top to bottom. You were nodding along and fixing your dress, which seemed to accentuate every little curve of yours. Rafayel's face contorted in disgust, his beautiful, plump lips streched into a grimace. "Wait, that means you don't want to get rid off the horrible loneliness that animals go through? Is that what you're saying?".

The business man's face jaw dropped and he blinked at Rafayel. "I don't under-", Rafayel interrupted the man and gripped your hand tighter, "Well, you're saying your company depends on the poor, lonely animals being dropped off into shelters, which means if you were presented with the opportunity to give all of these animals a home, you wouldn't do it, since that's where you'd be getting your money from.", Rafayel exlaimed with a fake outrage. You raised your eyebrow at him and the business man turned on his heel and left the conversation. Rafayel's fake outrage dropped and a neutral expression bloomed on his face. "Really, Raf'?", you asked him incredulously and he shrugged and gently kissed your knuckles. “Cutie, he was annoying me!“, he exclaimed in a whiny voice.

• If anybody gets on your nerves, just tell him. He'll take care of them and you won't ever have to see them again. He doesn't understand human morals and also does not abide by them. The only thing that matters to him is that his cutie is okay and that you love him. The rest of the world could perish.

• he'll act bratty and needy so that you would touch him. He wishes that you would never stop paying attention to him. Your hands on him is the best kind of heaven that he could imagine. Just dont ignore him, he'll wither away and break down. Please stop acting all cool and just him as your own personal stress reliever /plushie!

• he wants to be the prettiest thing that you’ve ever seen. He wishes you would ogle at him or sexualise him- at least a little bit. He wants to feel wanted and loved. If you make a raunchy joke to him or reply jokingly with a “without me?“ when he tells you about his baths, he’ll act shocked and outraged but warmth spreads in his chest and if he had a cat tail, it would fluff up.

• he will paint your naked body in every position and with every sort of art media. He will never show them to anybody else, sometimes not even to you, but he prides himself on knowing your gorgeous round body inside and out and draws you in different positions, only using his memories of you. Anybody that sees these vulnerable pictures of you will be disposed of.

•If you're about to get yourself into a dangerous situation, he'll use his siren song on you. He would never use it on you in any other situation, but your well- being is the most important thing in the world to him. Everything else is secondary. He‘ll make you forget ever hearing it and he’ll use it again and again if you think he‘ll let you head off into danger.

Sylus:

• Sylus is the protective yandere, who monitors your every move. However, he'll hide it so well that most of the time you won't even notice his tendencies. Of course, you know about Mephisto, but he also wasn’t trying to hide Mephisto from you.

“Can you believe he would do that? Ugh! It’s so annoying, I’ve been working my ass off for this job, and he just ruined it all in one second!“, you complained to Sylus, your soft cheeks wet with your own tears.

“I‘m sorry, sweetie. You worked so hard for this. I can’t believe he would ruin it for you.“, Sylus said with his deep and husky voice. He gently wiped your tears away and you sniffed. His big hand gently smoothed over your head and he gently pushed your head into his chest. Sylus looked over your shoulder to Kieran and Luke and nodded at them.

Both of them left quietly and made sure to find the man who has hurt you. Don’t worry, they’re supposed to bring him back alive.

• He watched the cameras to your room and sighs softly. He can’t go one day without seeing you, he needs to see you at all times. You were cuddled into your bed while watching your favourite show, and so was Sylus. He scanned every part of you, basically inhaling all of your essence and his tension drained from his shoulders. You made his life better- you made it feel like life was worth living.

• if by any chance he does miss any disrespect or danger thrown your way, and you happen to tell him about it, he‘ll laugh along with you. He‘ll smirk at your story and chuckle at how happy you’re reenacting the situation, but the moment he’s alone, he‘ll find every person, who was involved in this situation and ruin them. He will either kill them or drain them of their money til they kill themselves.

“I don’t even know why he tried to fight me without backup“, you chuckled and Sylus grinned at your words. “My, my. Seems like the boxing lessons I gave you helped you tremendously, kitten.“ He teased you and gently smoothed his warm fingers over your bruised eye. Your phone rang and you excused yourself from Sylus. He nodded with a soft smile. After you left the room, Sylus‘ big grin fell and his nostrils flared. A big ball of anger spread from his chest to his arms and he clenched his hands and jaw. The name of the perpetrator echoed through his head like a drill. He picks up his phone and told Luke and Kieran that they would go out tonight.

•loves to be your personal pillow and plushie. If you want to cuddle with him gently to forget about the weight of the world for a moment? Go ahead. If you wanna take your anger out and wrestle with him, please feel free to do so, he lives and breathes to please you after all. He wants to take care of you and your mental health, and he wishes you would tell him every single thought running through your mind. But since that’s unrealistic, he‘ll settle for being your emotional and physical plush toy.

•he buys you all the clothes in your cart. You’re always shocked on how he knows your exact size and the clothes in general, since you’ve never showed them to him before.

“Oh my god, Sylus! This is exactly what I wanted. It’s so damn hard to find fat- friendly clothing. But- wait. How do you know that this is the dress I wanted?“, Sylus chuckled deeply and pointed to Mephisto. “He saw you adding it to your cart“. Mephisto definitely didn’t see you adding it to you cart. Sylus just sees everything you’re doing on your electronic devices, but he just loves you so much, dont blame him. He'd never judge you for anything on there.

Caleb:

• Caleb is the worshipper and isolating yandere. He wishes he could spend the rest of his life servicing your every wish. You’re the only thing in his life that he needs. You’re his very oxygen, the blood running through his veins. So, naturally he should treat you as well as you deserve to be treated. By himself. Alone. Nobody else loves you as much as he loves you, they wouldn’t treat you the way you deserve to be treated- they couldn’t.

“Caleb“, you scolded gently when he kneeled in front of you. He laid his head down on your plump thighs and closed his eyes.

“Pipsqueak, how can I get you to quit your job, hm? There must be something that can convince you, anything at all. Please. There must be something I can do for you to stay here with me, forever.“

You sighed and gently ran your fingers through his hair. He let out a sigh of relief and pressed his face into your thighs. “I do want to stay with you, Caleb. I will not quit my job, though. I will not stay here, cooped up in your house while you’re in one dangerous mission after the other. No, no way.“

• cooks for you. Seeing you eat something that he made makes his heart beat faster. He loves everything about your expression, your happy face and your grateful praise. He feels like a puppy with a tail that's wagging too fast for its little body. That's how you make him feel. Caleb loves your praise and appreciation. He would take care of you regardless of your appreciation but he loves you so much, hearing your sweet words make him even more obsessed with you.

•he‘ll sit you on his lap and massage every inch of your ample skin. Not once inch will be untouched. He loves the smell and feel of your body on top of him. If you‘ll let him, he’ll massage your body until his hands cramp up. He‘ll do it for the rest of his life. From your cute round toes to the top of you’re pretty head. Also- he‘ll learn the perfect hair care routine for your hair type and will perform it for you. You haven’t done your own hair in such a long time.

•works out with you on his back. If he can’t carry you out of a dangerous situation, all of his workouts and muscles would be for nothing, so he’d try many different positions and with many different handicaps. Sometimes he‘ll only carry your weight with one arm, in another scenarios he’s missing a few other limbs. (He can carry you btw, all of them can and no I don’t care how much you weigh. All of them can)

• kills any threat mercilessly. Nothing will harm you ever again. If you want, you can think of him as your knight or better yet, your guard dog. There is nothing that you have to be scared of doing, just make sure you allow him to come with you and let him take care of everybody that's standing in your way. In his eyes you deserve to rule the world but thankfully you're not an evil villain.

•sometimes when he’s awake and you’re not, he‘ll cancel your alarms so that you would miss work. You don’t have to go, after all. And if they fire you, he can eliminate them for upsetting you and he can take care of you. Don’t leave him. Just stay with him and let him love you til you die. He’ll die with you and he can keep worshipping and taking care of you wherever you both go.

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[afriendofblahaj]

Honestley this might be a bit of a hot take here on tumblr, and I am fully open to discuss this Ive been going back and forth and would love other opinions, but one of my opinons is that generative AI is being attacked for the crimes of capitalism and human stupidity and in an ideal world isn’t actually that bad. Before I go any further, I feel like I should clarify this is exclusively referring to AI text, and that AI art is soulless and fucking disgusting. With that said, AI generated text as a technology in a vacuum, with no other details is actually pretty cool, and a huge leap forward in our technological capabilities. If we were to understand its limitations and implement it carefully and safely, then it would be a nice addition to the tools we have. Unfortunately billionaires and corporations seized on the fact that AI has been hyped and discussed for probably 50 years if not more (this is just my gut feeling, and honestely, I’d guess 100, because “what if something non-sentient could speak like a human” is a pretty classic trope, but 50 years seems like a reasonable bet) and realised they could use this as the marketing tool of a fucking generation and hide every detail about it to present a magic box to the public.

Look, putting aside environmental issues for a moment (which I really do care about, but they are mostly from the way companies implement it, and the scale on which we are using it), in a simple sense, there is nothing objectively wrong with a computer program that can read human text, and produce text that is reasonably close to text a human might produce. The problem is that it’s used by people to lie steal and cheat, because there is 0 oversight and the people who made it are doing the exact same thing. The world wasn’t ready for the speed at which computers developed, and they moved at practically a snails pace compared to AI. If one year after the first desktop computer released we hit the point we are right now with computing, then people would be freaking the fuck out about computers the same way we are shitting bricks over AI. It happened too fast, and so we finally notice how much everything gets exploited.

With that being said, I don’t say this to encourage people to use gen Ai products (please fucking don’t) but to encourage people to consider what the actual problem is, and also it hurts to see technology discarded because of the way it’s used. It’s a slippery slope to rejecting all modern advancements, which I’ve personally seen turn into shit as far as vaccine denial (my fucking parents, long story, and this post is long enough) and while I don’t think the people reading this will go that far, it is a slippery slope to fall down, so I just like to encourage more consideration for technology, and the separation of technology from the shit it’s used for.

people are really fucking clueless about generative ai huh? you should absolutely not be using it for any sort of fact checking no matter how convenient. it does not operate in a way that guarantees factual information. its goal is not to deliver you the truth but deliver something coherent based on a given data set which may or may not include factual information. both the idolization of ai and fearmongering of it seem lost on what it is actually capable of doing

[sthilarions]

Crystal looks sideways at Niko, who nods at her, and turns back to Edwin. “Edwin, we - Niko and I - we were thinking. You said your case was covered up, and so we were wondering if you’d even got a burial. So we looked it up, and…” She looks at Niko again, feeling a little more heavy under the weight of Edwin’s eyebrow than she normally does.

“And we figured out you hadn’t,” Niko obligingly finishes for her. “Not even a funeral, because they didn’t find a body and also probably because they weren’t very good people. And we thought that was kind of sad. So we were wondering if maybe you wanted a funeral. We could do one for you.”

Edwin’s second eyebrow has risen to meet the first, and Crystal forgets what she’d planned to say, and instead blurts out “Do you have a body, Edwin?”

Edwin’s brows drop as he rolls his eyes. “Of course I do. It’s in Charles’s bag.”

Crystal’s mouth falls open and Niko’s eyes bug out a bit.

Edwin’s smirking a bit, always pleased to put Crystal off her groove even when she’s trying to do something nice, when he says “My bones are quite a powerful ingredient in spells, so I powdered them and Charles keeps them in a rather large jar. Only for emergencies, of course, I only have one set of bones to last an eternity.”

Crystal’s mouth drops a little further. She wishes it wouldn’t.

Edwin twitches a little in the way that Crystal’s learned means he’s about to admit to a Weakness, which is possibly the only redeeming part of this conversation, and says “Also, I couldn’t move very far from them, at first. Some ghosts can’t, and there doesn’t seem to be much of a pattern. They were in a chest in the attic where I met Charles, or I wouldn’t have been there myself, so it was for the best in the end. It rather quickly became an inconvenience, however, when we realized we were either tethered to the area near the attic, or had to bring my bones with us.”

Charles has come back into the room, at some point, and Edwin glances towards him before resuming. “A dry human skeleton only weighs, oh, about five to ten pounds, but it’s rather unwieldy to be carrying one about everywhere.”

Niko seems to be starting to recover, and nods. “That does seem like it would be awkward.”

“Quite, yes, Niko. And we hadn’t thought of powdering and jarring it yet at the time. The original intent of the bag was to store my skeleton so we could more easily carry it; its wider use we only worked out a bit later.”

Charles steps up towards Edwin and puts a hand on his shoulder, and Crystal wonders why on Earth she and Niko came up with this idea without talking to Charles in the first place and avoiding… this. “He’s way better at separating from the bones, now. He can take a few minutes away from them entirely, otherwise we wouldn’t’ve been able to mirror travel cross-continent without holding hands. And generally so long as we’re in the same county he’s totally fine. ‘S part of why I was so worried when the Cat King ran off with him, though. I was worried they’d gone too far.”

Crystal finally regains her composure. “So all this time while you two have been claiming you aren’t actually attached at the hip, he literally can’t get too far away from you without, like, spontaneously combusting?”

Charles grins at Edwin, then at her. “Well, I mean, it’s more that he can’t get too far from my bag, and it’s not a combusting situation, exactly, but I guess, yeah.”

Crystal rolls her eyes far more violently than Edwin had earlier. “Of course. Fucking typical.”

[crowsofdarkness]

hey so i’m thinking about steve and bucky blind folding you and making you guess who’s cock is inside of you and if you get it down you don’t get to finish at all.

Hey so hear me out. Because when you do get it right, you get both. At the same damn time.

DVP, bondage, being blindfolded below the cut.

“Bu-Bucky! It’s Bucky,” you sputtered out, spit dribbling down your chin.

“Are you sure about that, doll?” Steve’s voice breathed against your ear.

Are you sure? Because you were wrong the last time, hence why you couldn’t cum. But you were certain it was Bucky now because the way head of his cock felt hitting that spot inside of you.

“I’m sure,” your voice wavered, showing that you were in fact not one hundred percent sure.

It has been going on like this for a while now, Bucky and Steve taking their turns fucking you and making you guess whose cock was inside of you. Not only were you blindfolded but your wrists and ankles were tied to the bed. You could see nor feel them. Besides their cock fucking you.

“That’s my good girl,” Bucky praised in your other ear and your heart soared in your chest because you finally got it right.

And you could finally cum.

“Can I cum now?” You practically begged.

Both Steve and Bucky chuckled darkly before one of them untied you, all while Bucky continued to fuck you with a slow pace, dragging it out.

“You did so well,” Steve said while brushing away the hair from your face and helped you sit up so he could slip underneath you.

You couldn’t see what they were doing but you knew that they were switching positions a bit. Bucky was still on-top of you, you could now feel his vibranium arm. Steve was underneath you.

“Pull out a bit, Buck. We gotta make room.”

You swallowed at Steve’s voice. “Make room for what?”

“We know how much you like it when we fill you up with one of our cocks and a dildo. Now since you did so well, we’re going to reward you with both of our cocks,” Bucky said, ghosting his lips over yours before pulling his cock almost all the way out.

You were so wet between your legs, both of them filling you up while denying your own release tonight. And you knew they both would fit but it would take some work. They’d been training you for this moment you realized.

“Do you want that?” Steve nibbled your ear.

“Please.” You moaned. “Please fuck me. Both of you. At the same time.”

“Our girl is so greedy,” Bucky clicked his tongue against his teeth.

“Don’t tense up. Just breathe, alright?” Steve’s comforting voice eased away whatever worry you had.

Doing what he said, you breathed and let your body relaxed as they worked together in sliding into you. It was a stretch, but one your cunt welcomed greedily. Steve’s cock slid in all the way first followed by Bucky, who let out a loud moan you were sure your neighbors could hear in the apartment next door.

“Fuck, this feels so good,” Steve grunted as he started moving inside of you.

Bucky agreed with another moan and soon, light filled your sight because he took off your blindfold. “I need to see those pretty eyes while Steve and I both fuck you.”

You were gone, so blissed out by being filled up with both of their thick cocks, all you could do was nod while you reached for Bucky to pull him close to you.

[demonic0angel]

Dani being violently protective of Kon and/or Tim.

She snarled.

“Spirit,” Superman argued as gently as he could. “They need help. We can help. Please let us through so we can get to them.”

“No!” She swiped at them with her claws, drawing blood as Green Lantern had tried to reach for them. He pulled back with a yelp, eying her with alarm. She hissed again, bristling like a cat.

Looking at her, she was practically feral, crouched over the unconscious bodies of Red Robin and Superboy. Her pupils turned into pinpricks as she glared at them in mindless rage, her fangs bared and her wispy hair ablaze like a living fire. If any of the heroes approached them, she was quick to scratch or blast them with her ghost rays.

Superman glanced at Batman in worry, who was similarly stiff. No one could think of a plan to both subdue her and take away the unconscious boys without more injuries.

None of them wanted to hurt Spirit or the two boys, but the latter were bleeding out and desperately needed medical attention. Spirit had been protecting them for hours now until the Justice League had finally arrived, and it looked as though she needed medical assistance herself, bleeding green from various cuts and bruises.

A voice spoke up then. “It’s a wonder how she hasn’t passed out yet. Move, please.”

Everyone stepped aside as Phantom floated over, eying Spirit who was spitting mad, furiously hissing at anyone who approached Superboy and Red Robin.

“Dani,” he said suddenly, “you need to let us see them. They’re going to die if they don’t get medical attention now.”

Spirit shook her head. “No! No!” However, she seemed to recognize Phantom and she faltered, glancing downward at where she was covering Red Robin and Superboy.

Phantom was calm. “No, they will. I can tell. You have to let us help them. Or they’ll die.”

“No! N-No…” Spirit mumbled, her hair flickering.

Phantom reached for her and she didn’t move as he gently touched her face, rubbing the blood away from a scratch. “Sleep. We’ll take care of them, alright? On my honor, little sister.”

Spirit stared at him and then her eyes fluttered shut before she dropped like a stone. There was a bright light and when everyone blinked the spots out of their eyes, Phantom had Spirit wrapped up in his jacket, concealing her underneath. He lifted her into his arms and then said, “You should take the other two. I’ll take care of Spirit.”

As he turned to leave, Batman reached for his shoulder. Phantom paused and turned with a sigh. “Before you ask, yes, we have to have a talk about why my sister is so overprotective over your son. Yes, he will have to fight to the death for her hand. No, you can’t stop it from happening.”

Batman froze in place and then sighed loudly. “No, that wasn’t what I was going to say. Spirit is your sister?”

Phantom rolled his eyes. “Yes. Now go and take care of your son.”

Batman stared after him as Phantom flew off. Superman approached him and then they both looked at each other.

They had a lot to talk about.

[nerdcrawfish]

I have SEVERAL TIMES talked about how there is logic to these people's ideologies and it works. Ever read a KKK statement? It's got a lot of true statements that get mixed with conjecture that extends off it JUST so... And it's written in a way that unsuspecting people will be reasoned into it. And you can be reasoned into it very easily--believing otherwise just means you are lying to yourself and everyone else. It takes a careful fucking eye and understanding of just what they are doing. (Points at immigrants who voted against themselves in the past election for instance.)

And they know what the hell they are doing. Like, everyday I will talk about eugenics became a main stay in the US and still was used against Native Americans until 2019 (THAT WE ARE AWARE OF). Because it was so effectively pushed as "morally right" and "think of the kids" and just gently pushed with "facts" with a very good fucking PR strategy man. And it builds upon fucking moral outrage. Which is a STRONG proxy to use. You see it all the time used in fandom spheres--and that is why I talk about it all the time and attack the shit out of it. THAT is the fucking moral outrage shit that has led to so many chucklefucks being white supremacists not realizing it. And y'alm go and supprt putting censorship on place which always will lead totaking away education and access to information and speech that overcomes this shit. And cutting resources for poc and queers and so forth to realize how they are being hurt. When kids realize what sex is at a younger age? You get more convicted pedophiles. It's because the kids can identify what is happening to them and have the tools to tell other WHO is hurting them. It. Is. The. Same. Shit.

But no, we don't want to realize they are fucking smart. Like McConnell was a smart motherfucker--and he ruined so much shit. Because he knew what the fuck he was doing and had a fucking plan and the power he built slowly up through the years allowed him to fucking do his power plays. It was deliberate as fuck and he played the game VERY FUCKING WELL.

Because the biggest thing about these assholes is that they use "morals" and "the right thing" and make the right moves because they honestly think they're in thr right. And they use moral outrage because it works. No one wants to be accused of hurting kids or allowing that to happen. SO, you get morons who become nazis because they got guilt-tripped into it "because of the children!" Like if you're pro censorship, you're a fucking nazi and lead us here. Congrats, you fucking fell for it.

And I HAVE several TIMES been bullied and called all sorts of shit--and ignored--when I point this out. Time and time again by fucking liberals and "friends".

Well, congrats. Y'all let it happend again. And it's been for so many years man. Not paying attention at all and waving off the signs because "it's not facist".

I had to explain to my mother, and we're both college educated and part Native American with generational trauma related to languages and culture because my great-great grandmother was taken from her family and put in a re-education school, about how making English to national language is a first step in restarting all fo that fucking shit. I mean, look at the legal actions they took immediately after the renaming of the gulf. It's about setting up the plays with all the little pieces in place. English was used in IQ tests as a reason to put immigrants in asylums, take voting and reproductive rights away, and take people's kids away. POC still to this day get their kids taken away. Fucking anti-vax jr was saying more black kids should be placed with "better familes". Hm. Sounds fucking familiar. Assholes.

The fact you think it's a hot mess and won't lead to facism is because you are very, very blind and do not know what is remotely going on. Please read up on the rise of the KKK, the Genocide of Native Americans and other colonized peoples, Imperialism and on Hitler and realize--all of these steps are part of huge fucking power plays.

And maybe this time, don't fucking bully me. And fucking listen. Because we poc people ESPECIALLY fucking know how hard to fight this shit really is. And you do not make it easier by being ignorant to the fact they have a plan and will fucking succeed.

gotta be honest with you, i'm not too sure about this thing ppl say of "conservatives" being irrationally opposed to "trans people just existing" or whatever. i guess controversial take but no they actually have very concrete reasons to oppose bodily autonomy and the destabilization of sexual roles we represent considering their views on sex/gender and social reproduction overall actually. obviously we must oppose those views as they are 1. wrong and 2. oppressive but like. it's not like they just chose a random minority to hate. i mean otherwise why do you think it's specifically us.

[delilahsturniolo]

— ୨୧ i know love . . . m.s

in which . . . matt’s deeply in love with you, and he proves it to you.

warnings . . . fluff, descriptions of making out, dry humping, suggestiveness, pet names.

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

SO CLOSE TO WHAT WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #9

the city lights flicker outside the windows, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. you’re curled up on the couch, feet tucked under you, scrolling aimlessly through your phone, barely paying attention to your surroundings. you don’t even notice when the front door clicks open, not until warm and familiar arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you back against a solid chest. a shiver runs down your spine at the feel of his body pressing against yours, his breath hot against your neck.

“miss me?” matt’s voice is low, teasing, but you can hear the softness underneath it. you sigh dramatically, leaning your head back slightly to look at him. “maybe a little.” matt laughs, the sound vibrating through his chest, and he moves to sit next to you. his fingers find yours immediately, intertwining with them like they’ve always belonged there. you can feel the calluses on his hand, the warmth of his skin, and it sends a spark straight to your chest.

“how was work?” you ask, trying to keep it light, but your pulse is already quickening from the closeness of his touch. he exhales, a little tired but mostly relieved to be home. “better now.” you can’t help the smile that pulls at your lips. “smooth.”matt grins, that mischievous look lighting up his eyes. his thumb brushes over your knuckles, and the simple gesture makes your breath catch in your throat. “you know me.”

your gaze flickers down to where his hand still holds yours, you bite your lip, trying to find the words to say. “i missed you a lot, actually.” matt’s eyebrows raise slightly, a curious smile tugging at his lips. “yeah?” you nod, your hand sliding up his arm, the muscles there tight under your touch. “before you, i thought i knew what love was,” you murmur, your voice soft. “but with you… i feel like i understand it now. the way we are, the way you make me feel like i’m everything you need.”

matt leans in a little, his breath warm on your skin. “i get that,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “with you, it’s not like anything i’ve ever felt. it’s real, you know? deeper than anything i’ve ever imagined.” you can feel the heat between you rising, a tension building that you can’t ignore anymore. there’s something about the way he looks at you, the way his eyes never leave yours, that makes your heart race.

you move a little, shifting closer to matt. “i used to think love was just the fireworks, the rush. but now i think it’s in the little things. like how you always text me good morning, even when you’re barely awake. or how you know exactly when i need space, and when i need you closer. or how, every night, you pull me in, like you don’t want me to leave.”

his breath hitches as your lips graze his ear, and he pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours. “i do that?” he asks, his voice raw with a hint of surprise. you nod, a slow, teasing smile pulling at your lips. “every night.” matt looks at you for a long moment, and then his hand slides up to your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin as he leans in, his lips brushing yours in the lightest of touches. it’s almost like he’s testing the waters, making sure you’re still there, still real.

you breathe him in, the sweetness of his breath mixing with the intoxicating scent of his skin, and without thinking, you pull him closer, pressing your lips against his harder. this time, matt doesn’t hesitate. he deepens the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours, slow, deliberate, like he’s savoring every moment.

the kiss melts into something more urgent, more desperate. matt’s hands slide down to your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you feel the heat of his body against yours, every inch of him radiating warmth. you let out a soft gasp when you feel the press of his chest against yours, the weight of his body making your heart race.

the air swirls around you, but it’s nothing compared to the sensation of his lips on yours, the way his hands move over you like they can’t get enough. you can’t get enough. everything you feel, everything you want, is right there in his kiss, in the way he makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world.

matt doesn’t disconnect his lips from yours as he pulls you onto his lap oh so effortlessly. his hand tangled into your hair, his free hand holding your hip, encouraging you to grind against his lap. you moaned into his mouth, feeling his hand tighten on your hips. you felt matt’s erection against your clothed cunt and his plaid blue pajama pants. matt began trailing kisses on your cheek and down the side of your neck.

“fuck—so fucking beautiful baby, keep workin’ those hips for me..” matt murmured against your skin, the movements in your hips increasing desperately, you could feel your wetness drenching your panties quickly. your lips crashed against matt’s again, you felt the vibrations of his groans against your lips. the way he ran his hands over your body, the way he kissed you, spoke to you…it all felt like a dream.

you knew love, and it was matt.

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[nik0nk1]

I’m sorry to ask but can we please have more Beerus! Reader x mark content😩🙏🏾

There was this one scene from Dragon Ball I’m not sure which one tho where beerus meets cheelai and he kinda falls for her like instantly😭 can we have some moments between reader and mark and how they stop villains together and he attempts at making food for her but it’s not the best best but Debbie helps him make it more manageable and reader knows he tried and she eats it no problem and just overall sweet yet still crackhead moments with mark and maybe how she interacts with Debbie and Oliver :3

Author's Note: honestly nddbshssjss nddjdsjddj love it, also this will be the second to the last Beerus![Name] and the last will be the reactions of Mark's variants on Beerus![Name] please suggest other more ideas in my inbox(⁠^⁠.⁠_⁠.⁠^⁠)⁠ﾉ

So without further adu, here are some Beerus![Name] moments with some of the invincible characters( mostly Mark lol Also sorry if there isn't any romance moments jdjjjddjs:( )

Beerus![Name] Moments

[Name] Just Wants Food, Mark is Her Unpaid Butler Now, Cecil is Developing Stress-Induced Baldness, Debbie is the Only One She Listens To, Earth is Off-Limits Because She Said So, Mark Keeps Getting Dragged Into Fights, Everyone is So Tired, [Name] Moved In Without Asking, She’s Claiming Planets Like Trading Cards, Cheetos Saved Earth, Canon? Don’t Know Her

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[Name] Claims the Planet & Moves in With Mark (Cecil Is Bald Now)

Cecil had never been more stressed in his entire life.

"YOU CAN’T JUST—" He inhaled sharply, rubbing his temples as his headache intensified. "YOU CAN’T JUST CLAIM THE PLANET!"

[Name], sitting on Mark’s couch, kicked her feet up onto the coffee table. "I just did."

Mark, standing next to Cecil, pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why are we at my hou-"

He gets cut off by Cecil "Why would you do that?!"

[Name] shrugged. "Because it was there?"

Cecil looked like he was on the verge of a stroke. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?!?!"

[Name], sipping from a juice box, tilted her head. "Yeah. It means I live here now."

Cecil inhaled deeply. "No, it means every government on Earth is PANICKING because some unknown Viltrumite just casually declared ownership over the entire planet—"

[Name] waved him off. "Oh, that’s dumb. I don’t want their government stuff, I just wanna live here. That’s your problem."

Cecil visibly aged ten years in that moment.

Mark groaned. "Where are you even staying—?"

[Name] smirked. "Here."

Mark blinked. "…Excuse me?"

[Name] gestured around. "Your house. I’m moving in."

Silence.

Cecil stared. "I need a drink."

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Meeting Debbie: The Unexpected New Roommate

Debbie had just walked in, holding groceries, when she was met with the sight of:

1. Cecil looking like he was on the verge of an aneurysm.

2. Mark rubbing his temples in pure exhaustion.

3. A complete stranger lounging on her couch with a juice box.

Debbie blinked. "What the hell is going on?"

[Name] turned, grinning. "Hi. I live here now."

Debbie froze. "…What."

Cecil groaned. "SHE CLAIMED THE PLANET, DEBBIE."

Debbie slowly turned to Mark, eyes narrowing. "Mark. Explain."

Mark sighed. "Mom, meet [Name]. She’s…technically a Viltrumite, technically super strong, technically declared Earth as hers, and—" He sighed deeply. "—she’s apparently moving in."

[Name] grinned. "Nice to meet you, Debbie."

Debbie stared at her. Then at Mark. Then at Cecil, who looked done.

Then she sighed, set the groceries down, and walked into the kitchen.

Cecil blinked. "Where are you going?"

Debbie didn’t even turn around. "To pour myself a glass of wine before I deal with this bullshit."

[Name] smirked. "I like her."

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Settling In (Mark’s Personal Hell Begins)

Mark had no idea how his life spiraled into this mess, but here he was—watching [Name] casually make herself at home.

She stole his room.

She stole his bed.

She stole his snacks.

She was just…there. Constantly.

Like now, for example.

Mark walked into his own room only to find [Name] sprawled across his bed, eating his bag of Cheetos like she owned the place.

Mark sighed. "Why are you in my room?"

[Name], not looking up from her phone, casually replied, "Our room."

Mark choked. "WHAT?"

[Name] blinked at him. "I live here, Mark. This is our room now."

"YOU CAN TAKE THE GUEST ROOM!"

[Name] shrugged. "Nah, this one’s better."

Mark groaned. "I hate you."

[Name] smirked. "No, you don’t."

Mark left the room and walked straight into the kitchen, where Debbie was making coffee.

He sighed. "Mom."

Debbie, without looking up, replied, "She’s your problem now."

Mark groaned, dramatically collapsing onto the counter. "Cecil’s gonna kill me."

Debbie smirked, sipping her coffee. "Cecil’s already dead inside."

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Mark & [Name]: The Most Chaotic Duo Ever And Stopping Villains Together

Mark had long since accepted that fighting alongside [Name] was not a normal experience. He was used to strategy, teamwork, and at least some level of planning.

And [Name]?

Pure, unfiltered chaos.(As usual)

Like today, for example.

A B-list villain named Overload had been terrorizing downtown, his electricity-based attacks shorting out power grids and causing city-wide blackouts. Standard superhero work.

Mark was mid-air, dodging arcs of electricity while trying to get close. "[Name], can you—"

BOOM.

The entire street shook as Overload went flying into a billboard, face-first, before tumbling down onto a car.

Mark turned, sighing.

[Name] stood there, cracking her knuckles. "What? He zapped my bag of Doritos."

Mark pinched the bridge of his nose. "You just punched him through a billboard—"

"Yeah, ‘cause he was being annoying. You were taking too long."

"He was mid-monologue!"

"Exactly. Annoying."

Overload groaned, barely conscious. [Name] walked over and nudged him with her foot.

"Hm. Not dead. Cool. What’s for lunch?"

Mark stared at her. "We’re still in the middle of a fight!"

[Name] shrugged. "I dunno, seems like we won."

Mark turned back to Overload, who weakly raised a hand. "…I surrender."

Mark sighed. "I hate that you’re always right."

[Name] grinned. "I know."

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Mark Attempts Cooking (And Fails, But It's the Thought That Counts)

Mark had exactly one mission today: make [Name] a meal.

The problem?

Mark couldn’t cook for shit.

He’d tried. Really, he had. He even watched a few YouTube tutorials on how to make something decent. But by the time Debbie walked into the kitchen, it looked like a war zone.

The stove had suspicious burn marks, the counter was covered in ingredients (somehow including things that weren’t even part of the recipe), and Mark was standing there with flour in his hair, staring at a pot like it personally insulted him.

Debbie took one look and sighed. "Oh my god."

Mark groaned. "Mom, help. Please."

Debbie pinched the bridge of her nose. "Mark, what is this supposed to be?"

He gestured vaguely to the…thing. "…Pasta?"

Debbie stared. "You burned water."

Mark winced. "…Yeah."

She sighed. "Move over, I’ll fix this before she arrives."

After a lot of motherly intervention, the dish was technically saved. It wasn’t perfect, but it was edible. Which was a huge improvement.

When [Name] arrived, Mark was visibly stressed while she sat at the table, inspecting the food.

Mark coughed. "So, uh. I made this for you."

[Name] blinked. "Why?"

Mark hesitated. "…Because I thought you’d like it?"

[Name] stared at him. Then at the food. Then back at him.

Without hesitation, she grabbed a fork, scooped a bite, and ate it.

Mark watched her carefully.

She chewed. Swallowed. Paused.

Then nodded. "Not bad."

Mark exhaled, relieved. "Oh, thank god."

Debbie crossed her arms, raising a brow. "You’re way too nice. That was barely passable."

[Name] shrugged. "I’ve eaten worse. One time I had to survive on a planet that only had meat that regenerated while you chewed."

Debbie and Mark both stared.

Mark hesitated. "…I don’t wanna ask."

[Name] nodded. "You really don’t."

Debbie sighed. "Mark, if you ever cook again, I’m supervising."

Mark groaned. "Noted."

[Name] grinned. "Don’t worry, I still think it’s cute that he tried."

Mark turned red. "Shut up."

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[Name] & Debbie: The Most Unexpected Friendship

Debbie never expected to befriend a Viltrumite Goddess of Destruction, yet here she was.

[Name], despite her terrifying power, was surprisingly respectful toward Debbie. And by respectful, that meant she actually listened whenever Debbie scolded Mark.

Like when Mark forgot to take out the trash.

"Mark, I told you to do it before heading out."

Mark sighed. "I was busy—"

[Name], lounging on the couch with a bag of chips, turned. "Mark, just do it. She’s right."

Mark groaned. "Not you too."

[Name] nodded. "She made me food, so she wins this argument."

Debbie smirked. "See? She gets it."

Mark threw his hands up. "Oh my god."

Another time, Debbie had been stressed from work. [Name] had noticed and, instead of saying anything, simply plopping onto the couch beside Debbie.

Debbie blinked. "What are you doing?"

[Name] shrugged. "I dunno. You looked tired, so I’m keeping you company."

Debbie stared. "…Huh."

[Name] then grabbed the remote. "Wanna watch bad reality TV? I heard humans find it entertaining."

Debbie hesitated, then sighed. "…Yeah, actually."

[Name] smirked. "Nice. Let’s watch people make terrible life choices."

And that’s how Debbie ended up watching The Bachelor with a god-tier Viltrumite who could destroy planets but instead spent the evening judging contestants like a drama-loving auntie.

Debbie decided she definitely liked her.

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Cecil’s Hairline Is Gone

Cecil genuinely considered retirement after this.

[Name], somehow, had hacked the system of life itself. She claimed the planet, got a free house, free food, and a free personal punching bag (Mark).

Debbie, at some point, just accepted it.

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Overall: Chaos, Friendship, and Cheetos

Mark had no idea how his life ended up like this. His team-ups with [Name] were less about strategy and more about damage control.

And his mom somehow got along better with [Name] than he did.

But at the end of the day, when [Name] casually threw an arm around him after another insane fight, stealing his fries while grinning, he figured…

Maybe this wasn’t so bad.

Even if he was never getting his snacks back.

And Mark?

He was never getting his bed back.

Author's Note: HOPE YALL LOVE THIS ONE DJJDNJDDJ

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[stardustquills]

thinking about husband!nanami being obsessed with the idea of getting you pregnant. 18+ mdni. wc; 1.7k

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you’ve lost track of how many times he’d made you come - how many time he’s come in you. even now, hours later, it seems like there’s no end.

not that you were complaining anyway.

“oh, baby,” he dragged, voice an octave lower than it usually was. kento had just come in you for the nth time, marking your walls with his white ropes.

he pulled out, leaning his head down to take a glance at his art. “what a pretty pussy. my pretty pussy.” your lips were swollen and puffy, blushed as his seed escaped your cunt, trickling down onto the bed.

he tsked, taking two fingers and scooping up your combined juices before shoving it back in.

you folded with a sob, biting on his shoulder. You head moved into the crook of his neck, taking in his natural scent mixed with his earthy cologne.

“h-ha, ken,” you managed to whimper, your hands weakly clawing at his shoulders. you were overstimulated and tired, unsure of how much longer you could handle him and his insane sex drive.

“doing so good f’me, honey,” he cooed softly, giving you a moment to recover before the next round. his free hand combed through your hair, a soothing motion he knew you loved. when he spoke again, it was like he was speaking to a baby. voice all sweet and gentle, one you couldn’t find yourself saying no to. “think you can go another round?”

he wasn’t really asking - he’d make you go another round.

he slipped his fingers out, causing a soft mewl to escape your throat. your hole hopelessly clenched around nothing as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, cleaning them off. he hummed contently, his fingers moving out of his mouth with a pop!

“we taste good together,”

what a filthy, filthy man your husband was.

“k-kento,” you looked up at him, a pout on your lips with dried tear stains. you hands moved from his shoulders to his neck, your fingers fiddling thing the hairs on the nape.

he looked down at you as you called his name - his heart softened at the sight. his precious wife pouting and looking up at him with doe eyes. your body trembled and shook, goosebumps rising as he trailed a hand down your arm. “yes, darling?”

“‘m tired,” you started, voice quiet and barely audible. “can’t-“

“ah ah,” he cut you off, “yes you can. c’mon honey, just one more round, please?”

how could deny him after he asked so sweetly? but you didn’t know what had gotten into him, why he was so hellbent on getting you pregnant. having kids wasn’t a new topic in your marriage, it’s been something that’s been discussed numerous times, but now you think you’re ready for it.

ever since you told kento “let’s have some kids,” (which was earlier today), he’s been pounding into you like a bitch in heat.

it’s just that he thinks you’d look so beautiful pregnant with his kids. it’s something he’s been thinking about for ages. kento knew you’d be the mother of his kids just a few months into dating.

and now he finally gets to live it.

he can’t wait to see you all round and glowing, growing his kids in your womb. he just knows that you’d be an amazing mother, it’s something you’ve been talking about, and it fills with him so much happiness.

fuck, he’s hard again.

“mmh-“ you whine into his neck as he takes your hand and it helps it wrap around his cock. his hand is around yours, helping you pump because your hands feel that much better than his.

and the whimpers of your name that leave his lips are so delicious, so delicate and full of the love he has for you. “just one more round, baby, please?” he repeats, voice breathy as you both pumped that veiny cock. “wanna get you pregnant so bad. last round, i promise.”

his hand left yours as he helped you on top of him, your legs straddling his as you hand continued moving up and down, torturously slow. kento looked up at you, his hand swiping a strand of hair behind your ear, a soft smile adorning his lips.

“so pretty,” he pulled your face closer to his, placing a kiss on your forehead. “so beautiful,” he kissed your eyelids, “so perfect,” the tip of your nose, “all mine,” before kissing your lips.

you swallowed up his whimpers and moans, you hand still resuming that unhurried pace. his lips fell open and you continued pecking them, a girlish giggle leaving you as a particularly needy moan of your name left your husband.

“just one more round, yeah?” he pulled his face away from yours, his eyes falling to where your hand tugged on his cock. the tip was an angry red from being so used and aroused, and when you swiped your thumb over his slit he thought he’d come right then and there.

“nghh, b-baby,” his hand grabbed your wrist, stopping your movements, “fuck, gonna make me come,” his voice was deep and gravelly, and you could feel the fresh pool of arousal at your cunt. “gotta come in you, honey, gotta give you some babies,”

kento’s hands moved to your hips, lifting them with a mumble (“lift your hips for me, sweetheart. there you go.”) as he let you line him up with your cunt. your cunt that was drooling with his come, making a mess on his thighs. but he didn’t care - the sight only turned him on even more.

you let yourself lower onto him, a desperate moan ripping through your throat, one that matched your husband’s.

“kenn,” you panted, already squirming, just from him bottoming out. the pleasure was too much for you and your overstimulated pussy. your head fell into the crook of his neck once more, using his scent to ground yourself.

“shh, you’re doing so good, mrs. nanami,” and there it was, his favourite nickname for you, “last round, sweetheart, you can take it,”

you had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last round.

but oh he was being so sweet, so nurturing and careful as his hands helped you roll your hips against his. your thighs shook already, goosebumps rising all over your skin as he did all the work even though you were on top. he doesn’t even bother to rub hearts on your clit; he knows you’ll come just from the penetration alone.

his heart is full of so much love and lust, breathless gasps leaving his plump lips as he feels himself hitting your cervix. so much love for his wonderful wife - his wife that lets him use her body over and over again without any complaints.

he bucked his hips up, a moan of ecstasy leaving him as a gasp of surprise left you. his strong arms now wrapped around your waist, pinning you against him as he bucked his hips up into you again, not letting you escape.

you took it like the good girl you were and it drove him mad.

“so good to me, sweetheart,” he leans his head down to your hair, inhaling the sweet, floral scent of your shampoo. kento closed his eyes, letting himself thrust into you faster and faster. he’s so pussy drunk he can’t think straight; he’s only focused on giving his wife some babies. “mmm-aah, mrs. nanami!”

each thrust brushed against your g-spot, a breathless pant leaving you every time it happened. you couldn’t think straight. you wanted it to stop, the sensation was tiptoeing the fine line between pain and pleasure, but fuck kento’s noises were like music to your ears. you’re so cock drunk, strands of incoherent babbles leaving your lips as he dragged his cock in and out of you.

you could feel yourself clench around him, a distinct whine leaving your lips as you felt that familiar coil in your stomach.

“gonna come again, love?” kento grunted, a singular ha! leaving him as his dick kept ramming into you. “it’s only been a few minutes, darling,”

“too much, ken, ‘s too much,” you sobbed, seeing a fresh batch of tears blurring your vision.

“you’re fine,” he decided, thrusting into you with a newfound fervour. “you can take it, honey, i know you can.”

and you do. because who are you to disappoint your loving husband? if he says you can take it, you can take it.

“that’s it, such a good girl,” your head spins with how proud he sounds. you could smell the salty sweat mixed with his earthy cologne. god, everything about him drove you nuts.

“it’s okay, baby, you can come,” he encourages you, one hand petting your hair, the other still wrapped around your waist. kento could feel like way your walls have been fluttering around him, one of the signs you were close. not to mention the way your body quivered and spasmed.

a few more thrusts and you were coming undone, your noises of pleasure being muffled against his neck. your chest heaved with each deep breath, doing everything you can to try and reduce your heart rate.

kento came soon after, his arms tightening around you as an attractive moan left him. thick, white ropes of his seed shot into your womb again, and he kept thrusting until he was sure his come was in you as deep as it could go.

“i love you,” kento whispered, kissing your hair since you kept your face in his neck. he bucked his hips into you again, testing the waters, and chuckled when a high-pitched whine left you.

“love you too,” you kissed his neck, still breathing heavily.

he didn’t pull out, not wanting his waste any of his come. instead, thrusted into you again, slowly, sloppily, his pussy drunk mind taking control of his body.

“k-kento,” you pleaded, dragging your nails down his chest as his pace gained momentum. “you said that was the last round-“

“i know, sweetheart,” fuck, his voice was so needy - your overstimulated walls fluttered around him madly. “but you just feel so good, and i wanna get you pregnant so bad, and h-hahh,” he moaned, cutting himself off.

and it’ll continue, night after night after night, until he knows you’re pregnant - and even then, it might happen after that, too. because kento is so in love with his marvellous wife, he only wants to make her feel good.

[thatonebirdwrites]

Andrea leaned against the counter and sighed. "I dislike the taste of sake. Sparkling doesn't do it for me. Give me a good old scotch or nothing."

Lena furrowed her eyebrows, but before she could speak, Sam jumped up out of her chair. Her drink sloshed over the rim of her glass and onto her shoes and the tiles of Lena's floor.

"Wait, wait." Sam stared down at her cup. "Sake is sparkling? Then what the hell have I been drinking?"

Andrea raised an eyebrow. "What indeed have you been drinking, Sam?"

"I don't know. I thought it was sake!"

Lena sighed and pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose. "Will you two please bring your drinks to the table, and let's see what exactly you're drinking?"

"Oh, are you the sake expert?" Andrea sneered.

"I am sufficient in reading Japanese if that's what you mean," Lena says, wryly.

Sam and Andrea blink at her, neither of them moving. "Since when did you learn Japanese?" Sam asks, after a long silence.

"Since we started doing business with Japanese companies." Lena tutted at them. "Go on now. Bring me your bottles."

Sam and Andrea trudged into the kitchen to return with two different bottles. One was taller and thinner than the other, with more pink on its label, while Sam's bottle was more squat and significantly cheaper in its packaging.

Lena frowned and picked up Sam's bottle. "Um, Sam? This isn't Sake."

"It's not? Then what the hell is it?"

Lena struggled against an urge to laugh. It took all her willpower to say her next words with a straight face. "Strawberry flavored vinegar."

"Well, damn. No wonder it tasted funny." Sam's face reddened. Andrea burst into a guffaw.

"Don't think I'm letting you off the hook, Andrea," Lena scolded. She picked up Andrea's bottle and studied it. "Wait." She sniffed it. "This isn't sake either. Sake is a rice-based drink."

Andrea's laugh cut off, and she turned to Lena with her arms crossed over her chest. "Okay, Miss Smart-aleck. What have I been drinking?"

"This is champagne." She worried at the edge of the label until she pulled off enough to show a second label under it. "Yup. Champagne. Which makes sense. Sake isn't sparkling."

"Then what the hell does Sake taste like?" Andrea demanded. "And why did you let us drink this stuff for weeks?"

Lena shrugged and walked to her cabinet. "I'm not about to critique my guests choice of drinks."

"Bullshit, you critique us all the time," Andrea shot back.

"Only when warranted."

"Like now, when we're being idiots," Sam said with a sigh. She picked up her vinegar bottle forlornly. "I can't believe I was drinking vinegar."

"At least mine was a real alcoholic drink," Andrea said with a smirk.

"I'll lock you out," Sam warned. "Don't test me."

"As if. You can't get enough of me," Andrea flipped her hair over her shoulder and gave Sam her best sultry look.

It deepened the burgundy shade of her tanned skin as she glowered back at Andrea.

Acting like children as usual.

Lena sifted through her alcohols cabinet until she found the bottle she'd kept mostly to share with Kara once she returned home from Argo. She tapped her fingernail against its glass and decided she'd simply buy out the sake aisle to make it up to her.

"This is my personal favorite. A Kijoshi, a dessert sake. I was saving it for Kara and I, but I suppose I can give you both a taste. It'll cost you both however."

"Oh how kind of you," Andrea said. "I'll be sure to carve your generosity in stone."

"If it saves me from vinegar, I'll do what's necessary," Sam vowed.

"You were drinking the vinegar fine a second ago," Andrea pointed out.

"Oh shut up, Andrea."

With a roll of her eyes, Lena placed her bottle next the two others, the label significantly different. She tapped her fingernail against the also very different kanji. "Do memorize the kanji. Wouldn't want for you to go back to drinking vinegar, now would we?"

just had a convo with my friend. she mentioned she doesnt like sake cause its sparkling.

“wait, sake is sparkling? what have i been drinking?” i said. because i also dont like sparkling stuff.

i look at the sake bottle ive been drinking from for fun events for the past year. its vinegar.

i’ve been drinking strawberry flavored vinegar.

[slutoru1207]

Superhero's Secret

Invincible!Mark x reader

You never meant to find out. Really, you didn’t. But fate—or maybe just your awful luck—had other plans.

It all started with a late-night coffee run. You were coming back from your shift at the bookstore, sipping on an overpriced latte, when you heard it. The unmistakable whoosh of someone moving at impossible speeds overhead. You glanced up just in time to see a figure plummeting from the sky, smashing into an alleyway just a few feet ahead of you.

Any reasonable person would have bolted. Any smart person, at least. But no, not you. Fueled by a mix of adrenaline and morbid curiosity, you ran forward, peering into the alley.

And there he was.

Invincible. Groaning, pulling himself up from a fresh crater in the pavement, blood smeared across his lip but already fading, his yellow and blue suit torn in places. You froze, heart hammering, barely able to process what you were seeing. But then it got worse.

Because as you watched, he yanked off his broken mask and ran a hand through his mess of black curls, muttering curses under his breath.

Mark Grayson.

Your classmate. Your sometimes-lab partner. The same guy who had once awkwardly asked if you wanted the last slice of pizza at a study session. That Mark Grayson.

“Oh, fuck,” you blurted before your brain caught up with your mouth.

Mark’s head snapped up, wide brown eyes locking onto yours. A second of silence passed—maybe two. Then he bolted toward you so fast you barely had time to squeak before he had a firm but gentle hand over your mouth.

“Shhh! Please don’t scream,” he whispered, voice frantic. “I can explain. Or—actually, no, I don’t even know how to explain, but just—just don’t freak out, okay?”

You nodded frantically, because what else could you do? He let go of your mouth but stayed close, searching your face for any sign that you might run.

“Uh,” you began, still processing. “So. You’re Invincible.”

Mark winced. “Yeah.”

“Like. The Invincible.”

“Still yeah.”

You took a deep breath, staring at him. He looked exhausted, like he had just come back from a battle—and knowing what he did, he probably had. But beneath all of that, he was still Mark. The guy who struggled with calculus and got overly excited about new comic book releases.

“So, what happens now?” you asked hesitantly. “Are you gonna, like, Men in Black me? Mind wipe? Drag me into some secret lair?”

Mark groaned. “God, I wish I had some kind of mind-wiping tech right now.” Then, running a hand down his face, he added, “No. But… I do need to make sure you’re safe.”

“Safe?” You blinked. “From what?”

“From literally everyone who would love to use you against me,” he said, expression serious now. “If people find out that you know my secret, they won’t just leave you alone. And I can’t—I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The weight of his words settled heavily between you. You swallowed. “So… what are you saying?”

Mark exhaled, looking almost pained. “I’m saying… you might need to stick with me. For a while.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Like. Live with you?”

A red flush crept up his neck. “I mean—maybe? Just until we figure something out. I—shit. I’m really sorry about this.”

You should have been panicking. Maybe even annoyed. But instead, all you could focus on was the fact that you were going to be living with Mark Grayson. And you were pretty sure he wasn’t just flustered because of logistics.

“Okay,” you said, smiling despite yourself. “Guess we better set some ground rules, huh?”

Mark let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. “You’re handling this way better than I expected.”

“Oh, trust me,” you teased, nudging his shoulder. “I’m totally freaking out on the inside.”

And just like that, the most unexpected chapter of your life began.

[artstennisracket]

request: please I’m begging you write more parts to the Patrick Zweig Coach fucking his much younger client I’m dying that was too good

tennis coach!Patrick x fem reader, part 1

cw: nsfw (18+), d/s overtones tbh, dom!patrick, dirty talk, minimal use of daddy kink (reader says it once), not proofread

You were sore for that next week of practice. Getting fucked by a tennis racket handle wasn’t on your bucket list but you’re not particularly mad at it either.

You thought the dynamic would change between you and your coach but it’s like he went right back to ignoring you.

It wasn’t until Wednesday’s practice when you were preparing for a tournament you had this weekend.

You were genuinely out of it. You were going to be versing Anna Mueller and she’s currently ranked number 4 for women’s juniors. Sometimes you got in your head about things even if you knew how good you were.

During your serve drills Patrick could tell you were off. By the time you got to scrimmaging you weren’t giving it your all to beat him like you usually would.

On your next rally Patrick catches the ball instead of returning your serve. He walks to middle meeting you at the net, “You’re not fucking with me right? What’s going on?”

You sigh, wiping the sweat off your forehead with the cardigan tied around your shoulders, “No I’m not I just- I keep thinking about the tournament this weekend.”

He gives you a tight lipped smile, pushing his sunglasses up to rest on top of his head, “There’s nothing for you to worry about. Anna Mueller is all show, no real skill. And she’s a racist bitch, you’ll beat her into the ground without even trying.”

You let out a chuckle at that statement, “I can’t tell if you’re trying to make me feel better or light a fire under my ass,” I mean who doesn’t want to beat their opponents, especially the racist ones.

He smirks, “Why can’t it be both?,” He takes a step closer, the net still in between you two. You instinctively take a step closer just to be in his personal space. He bites his lip quickly, you can tell he’s thinking. He leans over to whisper in your ear, “And I said if you were good this weekend, I’d give you what you want.”

The smell of cigarettes fills your senses. A smell you usually hate but for some reason it just works for him. You let your eyes slip close momentarily to imagine what your first time with Patrick would be like because jesus fuck—

“We don’t have all day L/N, let’s go,” He calls out from his place on the other side of the court. Shit, how long were you standing there with your eyes closed?

You half jog back to your side of the court and take your cardigan off. When did it get so hot?

You turn quickly to look at him again, only to see him quickly push his sunglasses back down and clear his throat. Oh he was totally staring.

Now it’s your turn to smirk, “Ready Zweig?” You call out right before you serve an ace.

…

The tournament had just finished and you absolutely crushed Anna Mueller. You tanked in the first set but came back and won the last two by a good margin. You were so zoned in you didn’t even notice when Patrick had moved his tennis bag to his lap to cover up his problem.

You were so hyped at the end, you felt like it was the best tennis you’ve ever played. Not to mention the points you’d win from this to boost your own rank.

You looked around the stands for Patrick but he was nowhere to be found. You scrunch your eyebrows together in confusion but you’re sure you’ll see him later. Your parents had covered two hotel rooms for you both for the weekend.

You made your way back to the hotel so you could take a shower and change. Once you finished there was a knock on your door.

You opened it to find Patrick leaning against the door frame with a CVS bag in his hand. You took a second to take him in. Curls damp, like he just took a shower. You were able to actually look in his eyes for longer than a millisecond (since he’s always wearing sunglasses) and they were beautiful. A mashup of light hazel and green. He was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans that stretched over his long legs. And he was only wearing socks? No shoes.

“You gonna let me in or you wanna keep checking me out?” He smirks. You move to the side so he can walk inside.

You close the door as he takes a seat on the bed after placing the CVS bag on the night stand.

“Where’d you go? After my match.” You ask sitting next to him so your thighs are touching.

He shifts so he can face you, “Had to get some stuff, take a shower,” He gestures to the bag on the nightstand.

“You didn’t even see if I won or not, and what did you just have to get from CVS?” You ask. To be honest you’re not even really paying attention, just enjoying being this close in his personal space. Maintaining eye contact so you can fully drink in this dreamlike experience.

“Just condoms,” He’s says so causally like it’s toothpaste or something.

You scrunch your eyebrows together, “Don’t they sell that at the little hotel store downstairs?”

He smirks again, “And how would you know that?”

Blood rushes to your cheeks, “I just wanted to check I guess. And you never answered my questions.”

He shrugs, “I already knew you were gonna win and downstairs they didn’t have magnum.” He says so casually AGAIN. Fuck.

He sees the “oh fuck” realization on your face so he has to ask, “You’re not a virgin right?”

You shake your head no. Quite the opposite actually but he just made you nervous for some reason.

He moves his hand to rest on the back of your neck, his thumb resting just above your ear, “What happened to the confident little brat who made me fuck her with a racket huh?”

Fuck. You move forward to crash your lips together, you’ve been waiting for this for too long to get nervous now.

He kisses you back and it’s almost bruising. Tongue, lips, and exchanging spit. It’s filthy. He pulls you back before he says, “On your knees.”

You followed that command quicker than the speed of your serves. He chuckles softly and you look up at him, hoping this time you’d get what you want and not a tennis racket.

He stands up so your face to face with his clothed bulge. You can feel your mouth start to water subconsciously. He unzips his jeans, pulling them down until they fall at his ankles. Now he was just stood in front of you in his boxer briefs and a much more prominent bulge.

You felt some need to prove to yourself so you start to mouth at his bulge through his underwear.

“Fuck, woah slow down. Did I say you could do that?” He groans while grabbing your hair and pulling you off.

“No but I just—“

“I thought you said you were gonna be good? You were good this whole week, don't mess it up now.”

“Okay I’m sorr—“

“First rule is you only speak if I say so okay? Or if I ask you a question. Got it?”

You nod before you realize he just asked you a question. You rush out, “Yes yep got it.”

He smiles, “You’ve always been a pretty quick learner.” He moves his hand from your hair back to his own underwear. He pulls them down slowly, letting his hard length spring free and fuck. You knew he was big but this was a lot.

He continues, “Now, I’m gonna let you suck my cock but don’t try to be too ambitious. If I want you to take more, you’ll know. And if you need me to stop for any reason just pinch me.”

You nod staying in your place on your knees. He grips the base of his cock, rubbing his tip along your lips. You want so badly to open your mouth, lick the tip with your tongue. But you can’t, not yet.

“You can open.”

Before he even finishes that statement your mouth is open and you’re sucking on the tip. Little kitten licks in between. You refrain from trying to swallow him down because you haven’t been instructed to yet.

He moves his hand back to your hair, pushing you further down. You choke a little, but try to keep calm so your gag reflex doesn’t act up.

He lets out a low groan as he keeps pushing in, “Fuck,” and then he pulls out almost all the way before he presses back in.

This time you try to suck to the best of ur ability. Making a mess, spit building up in your mouth, covering his cock, drooling out of the sides of your mouth. You still haven’t taken it all but you bob your head up and down, covering the expanse of his cock that he’s allowed you to take.

The wet sounds of you choking, gasping, and breathing hard around his dick filling the room. Soon he pulls all the way out letting out an exasperated, “Fuck babe, gotta prep you now. Get up.”

You stand up, knees feeling sore from the roughness of the hotel carpet.

“Take off your clothes and lay down on your back.” He says, stroking his cock aimlessly, waiting for you to lay down.

This is the fastest you’ve ever taken your clothes off, record speed. You get into position, laying down on your back. A few pillows behind you so your back is elevated. He lays down on his stomach between your legs, his long legs hanging off the side of the bed.

He lets his finger run down the middle of your folds, gently grazing your clit, before he pushes into your hole.

“You’re so wet already, maybe I didn’t have to prep you,” He says before adding a second finger, pumping in and out of your slick hole.

He picks up the pace and you are a moaning mess. Moaning, whining, and whimpering just from his fingers as he keeps pressing against the right spot.

“Does that feel good baby?” He asks before he inserts a third, curling his fingers inside you now.

You nod before you remember that you have to answer verbally, “Yes please more, feels so good.”

He speeds up his pace, assaulting the soft spongy spot inside of you until you feel something build up in your stomach. He keeps eye contact with you, biting his lip as he watches the pleasure take over your face.

“Ah, ah, ah—Patrick wait I- fuck” You say in a high pitched whine as a rush of liquid gushes out of you, squirting all over his fingers.

Patrick pulls his fingers out, “Knew you had it in you,” he smirks moving up on the bed to capture your lips in another kiss.

This kiss is slow, like he’s taking his time to explore your mouth with his tongue. He bites your lip as he pulls away from the kiss, “Good?”

You nod definitely a little out of it. “Yeah,” you reply, your volume barely above a whisper.

“Still wanna keep going?” He asks, pushing your hair back behind your ear.

You nod, biting your lip as you smile, “Duh. Didn’t get what I want yet.”

He scoffs playfully, “I could argue that you did.” He grabs the CVS bag and opens the box of condoms, taking one out. “Would you like to do the honors?”

You nod again, sitting up on your knees and opening the wrapper. He strokes himself a few times to get himself back to full hardness before you roll on the condom.

He moves you to lay down on the other (dry) side of the bed and lines up with your entrance. He drags his tip along the center of your folds, teasing your hole, “Sure this is what you really want?”

You let out a huff, “Yes Patrick, how many times do I have to tell—shit“ Your cut off as he pushes inside of you.

He looks up at you as he bottoms out, “You still good?” He grunts out.

“Stop treating me like a baby, I can take it,” You gasp out. It really is a lot. You feel ridiculously full. Almost comparable to the tennis racket. “You literally fucked me with tennis racket.”

“Ungrateful as always,” He shakes his head before he pulls out. You whine at the loss before he flips you over so your face down ass up.

“You were good all week, now you wanna be an ungrateful slut,” he tsks before slamming into you without warning.

“Oh fuck,” You basically scream out at the abrupt intrusion. He grabs both your wrists, holding them behind your back, before he really starts fucking into you.

He grunts out, “I was trying to be nice but you keep testing me, fuck you feel so good.”

He continues holding both your wrists in one of his massive hands while the other hand grabs your hair. Pulling you up so he can whisper in your ear, “So you’re gonna take whatever I decide to fucking give you, got it?”

You let out a whimper from how overwhelmed with pleasure you feel, “Yes fuck I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

He smirks, “Too late for that.” He lets go of your hair letting you fall back into position. He grips your hips and starts pounding into you. Each thrust more bruising than the last. Hard and fast. It feels like you’re gonna break.

You go from leaning into the thrusts pushing yourself back against him, to almost trying to pull away. Not because you weren’t enjoying it but because your g-spot was starting to get overstimulated, it was starting to feel too good.

“Fuck baby, can’t run away now. This is what you asked for right? What you’ve been drooling over for the past two years huh? Bet you used to touch yourself thinking about this right?”

You can’t even think straight enough to realize he’s asking a question. It’s not until he comes to a halt to say, “I asked you a fucking question.”

Now that he’s still inside you, your brain finally processes what he said. “Yes fuck, Patrick I— yes, I did, I did. Please don’t stop please,” You whine.

He picks up his pace again as tears start to fall down your face. He can hear your sniffling mixed in with your moans, “Aw baby, are you crying? Does it feel too good?”

You nod. Your face smushed against the pillow that’s catching your fallen tears. You let out a weak, “Yes daddy,” and you don’t even realize what you just said, too fucked out to register.

“Shit why would you— fuck,” His hips stutter, “Christ you’re so fucking—fuck baby you’re gonna be the end of me.”

“Please please, so close,” You whimper. You can feel yourself on the edge until-

“Cum for me baby, want you to finish all over my cock, this what you’ve wanted for two years right? Show me how much you needed it.”

And that’s all it takes. You feel that sudden rush again before you squirt all over Patrick’s dick. He curses under his breath pulling all the way out in between thrusts to fully see it. That image is enough to have him spilling inside the condom, his thrusts stilling.

He pulls out slowly, taking the condom off and throwing it away. He grabs a small hand towel from the bathroom and comes back to you on the bed half asleep.

“I figured you’d be too tired to shower but are you sure you wanna sleep here? My room’s right next to yours and my bed isn’t…yeah.”

You nod sleepily, “‘Mkay, there’s a connecting door I think?” You lazily gesture to the door in the middle of the wall.

“Oh that’s…convenient.” He pulls on his jeans haphazardly, taking out his key card. He leaves your room, leaving the deadbolt on to hold the door cracked open, and you hear some shuffling outside. You assume he’s unlocked the connecting door on his side.

He comes back to your room, unlocking the door on your side, revealing direct access to Patrick’s room. He picks you up with ease, probably from all those years of tennis, and sets you down in the middle of his bed.

It’s chillier in his room. Probably has the AC blasting, so you curl in on yourself trying to get comfortable enough to sleep again.

He makes his way over to the thermostat to turn up the temperature a little. Then he takes a beat before he decides to cover you with the comforter, tucking you in.

“Better?” He asks as he lays next to you, on top of the comforter because he’s still hot.

“Better,” You mumble back before you fall asleep

[hotchnersangel]

STRIKES

Aaron Hotchner.

t/w: abusive relationship, toxic themes, speeding, injuries, bruises, protective hotch, emotional abuse etc

**do not read if these trigger you**

….

If self-sabotage was a person, every detail of every description in every byline would lead to you. You never meant for the outcome of your life to end this way but suddenly you lost your spark and the team started to notice. It started when you no longer went to every outing the BAU had, at first the team thought you were busy and they shortly found out you were. You were in a relationship.

The relationship between you and Alex was quick in growing and passion swiftly followed. During the honeymoon period- he was your everything. The team could see by the way you spoke so fondly of him. Over the course of 4 months, they eventually met Alex. From what you had seen, the team got on with him. All was finally well until it wasn't. After a dinner with Rossi in his mansion and the rest of the team, Alex was unhappy with Aaron Hotchner and how you acted around him. He created this idea that you and Aaron had something going on and he asked you politely to cut him off.

"He has a thing for you, how can you not see that?" He furrows his brows as he clenches his hand around the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white and his tone drops into a deeper one.

"He is my boss, Alex." you retort, reminding him that he has nothing to worry about. "You're being silly."

At those words, he inhales sharply and looks at you harshly. "Silly? I tell you how I feel and you tell me my feelings are invalid?" He shouts at you now, his hand hitting the steering wheel making you flinch slightly.

"Alex, no- can you just slow down please?" You say quieter now, holding onto the side of the car as you notice the way he is starting to flatten hid foot on the gas and speed. You do not recognise the man you are in the car with at the moment and that scares you.

He smirks slightly at your discomfort. "Why? You scared sweetie?" He condescends you, pressing further onto the gas pedal and starting to drive recklessly. "It's fine babe, you're just being silly."

That is when you reach a turning point in your relationship. You turned up to work the next day with a fake smile, then a fake one after that until your happiness was turned into a luxury.

The night after your argument, he seemed apologetic. His hand caressed your cheek as you looked at him with sad eyes. "You really scared me."

"I know, baby- Fuck..." He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "I was just angry and I'm sorry. I Love you, you know I love you."

And so, you forgave him. Big mistake.

The team didn't clock onto your unusual behaviour until Alex was brought into a conversation and you froze up slightly. Aaron had noticed, of course, he had noticed the look of fear that caressed your eyes screaming to get out. But, your words betrayed that theory. "Yeah, we are doing good."

You started to go home late, blaming it on paperwork that needed to be filled. That is when you started to show up to work looking worse for wear. You would have deep bags under your eyes like you had not got an ounce of sleep and you filled your coffee up an extra 1.2% more per day, according to Reid. Sometimes you would show up with smudged mascara from the night before, maybe even a face full of makeup from the night before. Though, you never usually wore a lot of makeup to work.

You grew distant from your team, your friends and your family. Alex even tried to convince you to quit your job but you declined his attempts.

About a year into your relationship with Alex, the second strike occurred. During an argument, he grabbed your arm. It was like the world stopped spinning at the force he did it with. You will forever remember the way his fingers clenched until they were bleached white with fury and the claustrophobic tingle radiating through your body as his grip didn't loosen. You were stood in your shared kitchen, having moved in together- into his apartment.

You looked towards him in a panic, tears burning and pricking the back of your eyes. It was like the breath was whipped from your chest and all you wanted was to break free. "Get off of me," you whisper fragile and frail as you plead for your freedom. Which he does, immediately and you rush into your bedroom and towards the window. Silent tears fell from your cheeks as you examined your arm. Freshly red and swollen as an instant bruise from the intensity of his grip scars the innocence of your gentle skin. The harsh tone was prominent against the natural colour of your skin. At that moment, you wanted your team but you felt so alone. So, you settled for Alex.

He followed you into the room shortly rested his hand on your shoulder and frowned. "Babe, I'm sorry. I love you so much, I'm sorry I didn't mean to grab you that hard."

You don't look at him.

"Babe, look at me..." Slowly, you do and he wipes the tears from your cheeks with a tender touch, a sharp contrast to how he was just gripping you- and you close your eyes at his touch. "Don't cry, you're too pretty to cry."

"You hurt me." You frown at him, his gaze falling to the markings on your arm and he holds his fingers against the bridge of his nose. "Did I do that?"

You nod, looking out of the window.

"Come on, let me bandage it up." He says softly, guiding you Into the bathroom as he cares for the wound that he caused so diligently. He mutters an 'I love you' every few moments.

What a fool you feel for staying but the love for him defeats any emotion otherwise you could hold towards him. This is when the excuses come out.

At work, five of you pile into one SUV, Hotch in the driver's seat- JJ beside him in the passenger seat then in the back was you squished between Morgan and Rossi. As Morgan got into the car, he pushed against your arm and you flinched in pain, pulling your arm to your chest and hissing in pain. "Ouch,"

He looked worriedly over you, everyone in the car doing so.

"Have you hurt yourself?" Aaron asks through the mirror, looking towards you skeptically. You go silent and sigh.

"Just caught it I guess. It's probably stiff from all the paperwork we have been doing," you joke and the team laughs, Aaron however does not.

"Hotch, you gotta stop giving her so much paperwork-" Morgan says playfully as we start driving towards the precinct to meet up with Spencer and Emily.

"She gets the same as you."

"It seems like it takes you forever," Morgan continues looking at you. "When was the last time you left on time?"

You sigh and look at him, "I'm dyslexic, It takes longer for me to read and write it." You tell them and it isn't a lie, just you have purposely been ensuring things are better for Hotch so he can get home to Jack sooner.

"You can say that, you messaged me the other day asking if the squatting was successful." JJ giggled, smiling fondly at you. "Luckily I speak your language fluently and understood you were not asking about my gym session but the swatting."

A few weeks later, you had gotten home late and Alex started an argument about missing his family meal. You had just got back from a case and there was no option or way you could have got back In time but he would not accept that answer.

"Were you fucking cheating on me?" He shouts at you, his pupils dark as he steps towards you, backing you against the wall. Under his stare, you flustered which made him assume you did. He grabbed you by the neck. You cried. He apologised. You excused it as an accident.

The next day, you turned up to work in a turtle neck. No one had ever seen you in a turtle neck but suddenly the next few weeks meant you had to wear them.

You were called out to another case that week and the team had to share hotel rooms. JJ and Emily bunked up. Spencer and Morgan bunked up, Rossi outwardly refused to share a room and so you were left to room with Hotch.

At the end of the day, you were in your room on the phone with Alex. Aaron was with the rest of the team at dinner on their way back.

"I miss you, babe," he sighed into the phone, "Where are you now?"

"In the hotel in Nashville... I think the team are on their way back now." You tell him, standing to face the window- the view was beautiful despite the cheaper hotel than the usual BAU budget would afford.

"How is everyone?" He asks plainly and you state a 'good'.

"Good, I'm sharing a room with the girls-" you lie and you feel awful, but he would actually kill you if he knew you were sharing with Aaron.

Although the universe seems to hate you as after saying that, the door opens and Aaron walks in and fails to notice that you are on the phone. "Hey, I brought you some food back-"

"Who the hell was that?" Alex says abruptly, a harsh venom laced in his undertone, "That better not be who I think it is."

You sigh silently cursing the universe and you turn to Aaron and catch his eye, he furrows his brows at your perplexed state. You clear your throat and look back to the window.

"Alex... don't do that please, it's not like that." You say in a hushed tone, feeling awkward knowing Aaron can hear everything going on between the two of you and you swore to yourself you would never let any members of the team see this side of your relationship due to the easy suggestions that it was becoming toxic and hostile, which you believed it wasn’t.

"You expect me to believe you? I knew it, I fucking knew you were a whore-" He shouts and you turn the volume down on your phone panicked, intense clicking which made it more obvious that you were trying to be suspicious- yet it seems to blast out ten times louder and your heart starts to race to the point you could hear it pulsing in your ears.

"Alex-"

"No- we will talk when you get home but best believe you're going to regret cheating on me." He states darkly and your breath picks up.

"Alex, listen to me please-"

"No, you can have nothing to say to me right now."

"I love you." You plea in return, your voice coming out exhausted, worn down and emotional. The love you have for this man was so evident in the way you even addressed him.

"I am disappointed in you,” you feel a part of your heart shatter. “You have done this- not me," he shouts through the phone and hangs up, leaving you to stare into the distance, the abyss full of spiralling worries cascading around your body as your mind is sucked further down the turmoil. The abrupt silence was ear piercingly loud. Aaron's sat on the bed on his phone but you just know that he heard every word.

Again, Alex has left you silently crying at the window. After a moment, you wipe your eyes that streamed with frozen tears which made your emotions obvious and Aaron sits up alarmed at the action. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes," you whisper and go to the bathroom, taking one glimpse and crying at your reflection in the mirror. You stare into the mirror, the deep bruise on your neck feeling tight and wildly suffocating suddenly. You rest your hand over the bruise softly, reliving the cruel memory at the hand of the man you love and you throw on a hoodie, pulling the neckline to cover the raging discolouration. You walk back into the room and take the food Aaron brought you back.

"I'm sorry you heard that." You say softly, not looking at him but looking ahead, turning your side of the light off so he would not catch sight of your neck.

"Are you okay?" He asks softly, looking towards you with worry and noticing how you can not look at him. "How often does he talk to you like that? "

"Not often- we just are struggling with the distance is all..."

"He should never talk to you like that." He states firmly, his tone still laced with an unknown softness.

"Thank you for dinner."

“Of course,” Aaron sighs with little content, worry very evidently etched onto his features creating an unnecessary frown against his aging soft skin. “Try get some sleep, yeah?”

The next few days brought a struggle to hide all the injuries marked on your body, if Aaron hadn’t seen so much of the conversation last night- you would have given some more leeway but you knew his suspicions were high. However, on the very last night Aaron caught a glimpse of your throat as you itched your neck, a hardly noticeable action that could be played off as a shadow, but Aaron knew deep down that despite the slither of hope he nursed within, that it was not the case. That a deep purple bruise rests under your turtle neck. He waits until you are in the safety of your shared hotel room to inquire about the injury but he already knows what has happened.

"Show me." He states simply, looking at you as you lay on your single bed. You furrow your brows, looking at him confused as you stand up nervously and move towards the window once again, taking in the sights.

"What?" You inquire.

"Show me your neck." He states and your world quite literally stops. An incessant ringing echoes through your ears desperately wanting a plea, your head feeling so dizzy at the continuous sound buzzing away, the sudden weight heaved onto your merely strong shoulders felt like too big a burden to carry and you slowly realised that it was time to accept your fate. You failed.

He stands up, moving towards you now and you shake your head, laughing softly. "Oh- that, that's nothing. I'm clumsy you wouldn't believe the story-"

"No, I won't because I have an idea who did that to you. Please, show me." He comes closer and he moves his hand up, maybe too quickly with the severity of the situation but every movement was transferred with care and non-malicious intent, simply Aaron’s desire to protect you from your demons, from the evil you are surrounded by, however you could not help but flinch.

"What has happened to you?" He asks softly, retreating his hand apologetically, his face contorts to one you have never seen before. Affectionate. Caring. Melancholy. You look at him once more, trying to shake your head and laugh to make humour of the situation but your walls break down involuntarily and a tear falls from your eyes, betraying your integrity.

"It's fine, it was just an accident." You excuse after a long pause and Aaron rests his hand on your shoulder, slower and gentle this time, almost like a feather touch that you could barely even feel.

"Come here," he rests his hands on your back and the back of your head, holding you delicately as he pulls you in for a hug. More tears fall from your eyes. "This isn't okay, people that love you would never hurt you, okay?"

"Really, it was an accident and he was just angry-"

"No level of anger should ever resort in you being hurt." He says firmly, a burning fire raging inside of him. "Especially not to the levels you have been assaulted-"

"He loves me-"

"No, he loves manipulating you" Aaron stated bluntly, knowing you need to hear it no matter how painful that realisation may be.

“I know.” You admit after another comfortable yet tense moment, your voice merely a whisper.

You went to bed shortly after that, though you did not sleep a wink, never even tried and neither did Aaron. You just lay in your separate beds, in silence, his presence offering you safety and a warmth you had not felt in a long time.

"You should break up with him."

There was silence, until you rolled over, to face the wall, uttering two words that encouraged the darkness both physically and emotionally . "I can't."

[thepitlanepress]

THE HEART WANTS WHAT THE HEAD HATES –

↳ lando norris + ex!gf!reader

⌗ :: masterlist

⌗ :: a/n: i've had this one sentence running around in my head and decided to write an entire fic off of it so enjoy! (also the last part of the smau will be out soon!!)

the tension between you and your alarm clock right now is something the poets could write about.

it was set to go off at six am and you accordingly had woken up at five-fifty-eight.

so the last thirty seconds of your life has been filled with unimaginable tension. who will cave first, you or the alarm clock? the alarm clock obviously, you were happily content to sleep through it - which wasn't going to go down well, seeing as you'd be late for work.

but maybe that would be good too, so you wouldn't have to see him.

you wouldn't have to look at his stupid face or his hair or his smile as he walked through the halls of the mclaren hq, blissfully unaware of you and your inner turmoil.

you hadn't seen lando norris in person in two years, which is surprising seeing as you both worked for mclaren.

you hadn't seen him ever since you walked out of his apartment and left your life and heart in tatters as you did so. since the night he watched you leave, when he didn't stop you, when he let you walk out of his life, leaving him in pieces.

you had thrown yourself into work, making your way around the globe for races but putting yourself in every situation where lando wasn't, ignoring your stupid heart, and living with your head. if you had listened to your heart, you would still be fighting that day.

wishing he called.

wishing he stopped you.

wishing you hadn't walked out.

wishing you understood what you had done.

but you're not, because you've moved on.

you had moved on.

lando had run away from the situation as much as you had, not showing up to hq unless absolutely necessary and if he did always taking the long route, same in the garages. at that point in your lives he had memorised your schedule as much as his own and used that knowledge to avoid you at all costs.

you couldn't blame him though, it was your fault.

he wanted to tell the world you were together and you didn't, your solution? don't be together. in retrospect it was the worst decision you'd ever made but you like to pretend it wasn't and focus on moving on.

clearly you did well... adjacent. you didn't want to burst into tears whenever you saw him anymore but you also couldn't shove down the burn that wraps around your heart every time you think of him.

today's terrible moment, as you liked to call any interaction you couldn't avoid with lando, was when you stepped into the boardroom and crashed into a wall.

okay it wasn't a wall. it was oscar, who also stumbled and tripped over the leg of a nearby chair causing an array of limbs to hit faces and a shit tonne of paper work strewn across the room.

of course it ended with you on the floor next to oscar groaning and wincing as you sit up.

"i am so sorry," you say turning to the driver still on the floor.

"don't worry about it, it was only an accident," he reassures and accepts zak's outstretched hand getting up. that only brings your attention to the hand in front of your face-

lando's.

you look up at him for a moment noticing the concerned look on his face that is quickly wiped with humour. "you alright?"

quickly bracing yourself for his touch, you take his hand and get off the floor, offering him a quick "thank you," before turning around and collecting the paper everywhere.

you try not to think of the tingle in your hand and how that was the first time in two years you had talked or touched, instead worrying about how much paper you need to pick up.

the paper thats what you think of.

not the hurtful - but true - words lando said that night.

not the awful - and wrong - things you said.

not how you hurt him.

the paper.

not how you wished you could take it back.

the paper.

"y/n."

"shut up lando."

the paper.

"don't go please, we can work this out."

"how? how can we?"

the paper

'i'll wait, i'll wait, i'll-"

"i won't. you can go back to your fuckboy life without me."

the paper.

"please, y/n."

"no."

the paper.

"you're just scared. you're acting like a pathetic child because you're scared."

"i'm brave enough to walk away right now."

"you dont have to though, you're taking the easy way out. you're acting like a child. grow up."

the paper.

tears burn in your eyes, threatening to overflow and yet you keep a stoic face clearing your throat and pasting a bright smile on your face, turning around and cracking a joke about how you can never seem to stay on your feet.

you don't talk to lando again in the meeting, eyes skimming over him and focusing mostly on oscar and zak and the discussions going around the boardroom.

you feel his eyes on you though. you feel his stare and you hate it. you hate it because you want it on you more.

after the meeting you leave the room like your ass is on fire getting out of the building and heading home before any one decides to look at your face and see that you're about to cry.

"wait, y/n."

you stop still on the edge of the road refusing to turn around and acknowledge the voice. you've already stopped so thats pointless, he knows you've heard him.

"wait," you can hear him approach, his footsteps thudding on the ground. "hey.," he says slightly out of breath, "are you okay?"

sighing you turn around to face him. "i'm fine," you smile, the tears threaten to start falling again. "really, i fall down all the time, you remember-" you cut off and look up sighing again.

"i wasn't asking about that," lando says his eyes trying to search for yours. "you looked like you're about to cry in there. i was asking if you were okay."

and you're stupid heart is done.

"i'm fine lando."

"are you sure?"

"i'm fine."

the same fine you were when less than a week after you walked out, lando was pictured with a girl hanging off his arm. the same fine you were when he was rumoured to be dating a supermodel a week after that.

the same fine you've been for the last two years.

the supermodel rumours were false, they were disproved when she came out and hard launched her boyfriend. lando on the other hand has been in his - as the fans call it - "bachelor era" since then, girls after girls, the rumours never ended.

"you're not fine, y/n."

"i've been fine for the last two years without you lando, i dont need your help now."

with that you turn and walk away, walk away just like you did two years ago, getting in your car and sitting in the silence, basking in your own personal torment. its your own pain, your own hurt and its your own fault. you can't blame anyone other than yourself.

so you're stuck.

you're heart breaks every time you walk away from lando but your head clears, the inner turmoil eases for a moment.

your head and your heart.

you're over it.

you're over it.

you're over him.

right?

[crystalbeetle888]

Second Chances Pt.2

Dog-hybrid 141 x Autistic-coded reader

Your world is turned upside down, when a stalker forces you to adopt a support-hybrid, leading you to meeting his friends and possibly biting off more than you can chew.

Word Count- 2600

Warnings- minor stalker/stalking, threats of violence, course language, descriptions of managed anxiety and depression, consumption of alcohol,

Master List

The next few weeks feel like a blur. You and John find your rhythm in the mundane things. He wakes up before you, making a pot of tea to share when you get up. You cook the both of you a well balanced breakfast, before doing the daily chores. Feeding your rabbit Pluto, doing a load of laundry, washing the morning dishes. You then take a short walk with him to your city center, dropping him off at the gym while you sit at a cafe across the road. You usually use this time to read, work on illustration commissions, or work on writing your books.

You sip on your iced-chocolate as you type away at your newest novel, a forbidden romance between a man cursed to be a werewolf and a woman disgusted with the world. You had your noise reducing earplugs in, so you didn't notice when an unwelcomed figure approached you from behind.

The tap on your shoulder frightens you, causing you to yelp and take out you ear plugs before turning around. There stands Derek, a guy you had only been on two dates with before he insisted on you 'spending the night' with him. As fucking if. Two measly pub meals, where you could barely even hear him over all the noise, and he thinks that's grounds for sex. What a fucking joke.

"Hay, I've been thinking about you lately. What a coincidence meeting you here," he smiles down at you. You try to stifle a grimace with little success, "Yeah.. I highly doubt that" you say bluntly before turning back to your laptop. He chuckles at you "You know, that dry humor of yours is gonna hurt someone's feelings one day".

You roll your eyes "Oh no" you say flatly. Derek chuckle again, before moving around you, sitting down across from you at your table. You look at him with annoyance, eyes wide and face twisted, like you just smelt something awful and slightly concerning.

"I don't remember inviting you to sit", "I just wanted to talk about how we left things..", "I don't want to talk to you. I'm no longer interested in you at all" you insist.

He nods his head slowly, pursing his lips in thought.

"I'm going to put my earplugs in now. I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to contact me anymore".

After he had tried to persuade you into spending the night with him, you turned your phone off and went device-free for a few days, just to clear your head. It disturbed you at how easily this man thought luring you to his house would be. And how casually he had lied about his true intentions with you. All that bullshit about 'building real connections', and being 'avidly against hookup culture'. He didn't give a shit about hookup culture, he liked hookup culture, he just wanted to trick you into participating. Which is super fucking wrong!

And once you turned your phone back on, you were bombarded with a bunch of freaky ass texts. 'Please I didn't mean it, I'm just having a rough time', 'You led me on, the least you could do is pay me back', 'Sorry about that last one I was drunk'.

What a fucking loser.

In the end you just decided to just block him with no explanation. But now he’s here, bothering you again.

You go to reach for your earplugs case, but he grasps your hand to stop you, “Just hear me out” he insists. Your body tenses at the unwanted contact, like you just touched something mushy in the bottom of the sink. “Let go of my fucking hand!” You raise your voice at him, not aware of the onlookers around you. His grip tightens, coiling like a snake, “You need to calm down, this isn’t a big deal..” “Let go!” You stand abruptly. Your chest heaves with adrenaline, your heart pounding in your ears as you give him an fiery stare.

Derek’s face goes pale as he stares back at you, or really, as he stares over your shoulder. “Everything alright?” John steps up beside you. Unsurprisingly, Derek let’s go of your hand at the sight of your hulking hybrid friend. Fucking coward.

“Everything’s cool man, no need to go all beast mode on me” Derek laughs nervously, throwing his hands up in defeat.

John doesn’t laugh, or really move at all, asides from hovering his hand over the small of your back. His pointed ears twitch as his sharp blue eyes remain focused on the man across from him.

Derek looks at you one last time before slowly backing away.

You let out a shuddered breath, you didn’t know you were holding in, “Thank you” you whisper. John’s hand gently ghosts your back “You alright?”, you nod in response “Yeah just a bit shaken up”.

“Let’s get you home then” he suggests quietly.

John hovers next to you as you pack away your belongings. Taking your bag and slinging it over his shoulder, he offers you his arm. Hesitantly, you place your hand on his thick forearm before beginning the walk back home.

From this position, you are made keenly aware of his altered physique. His form seemed larger, stretching his shirt tightly across his chest and bulging biceps. He also somehow seemed taller? You weren't sure, everything about him just seemed to be enhanced now, his features seemed sharper. John turns to look at you, snapping you out of your stare “Everything alright?" he asks.

You turn your head forwards, face flushing with embarrassment "Mhmm" you hum. Your heart beats uncomfortably fast and your stomach tingles with nerves. You weren't familiar with this bodily sensation. It felt somewhere between being happy and being anxious. You didn't like it. It was new, and new things frustrates you.

Finally arriving home, you let yourself in before making a B-line to your room. Stripping from your clothes, you quickly hop into the boiling hot shower, washing away any remaining feelings or smells of Derek. Despite that he only touched your hand, the fact that you didn't explicitly invite him to, makes you feel icky. Like, a full body disgusted, bugs crawling on the skin, slimy feeling, kind of icky.

The hot pelting water soothes your tense muscles, finally allowing you to relax.

Once you’ve been sufficiently decompressed, you toddle out of the bathroom, putting on some fresh trackie pants and an oversized shirt, before making your way back downstairs to continue with the rest of your day. “Are you alright?” John stands from the couch when you enter the room. “Yeah I just needed to clean myself, he had sticky hands” your body physically shivers at the thought of Derek’s touch.

“Anyways, I was thinking maybe I should try to get in touch with your pack members, organise a meet up or something” you swiftly change the subject, trying to put him out of your mind “So you can socialise and all” you say nonchalantly as you prepare lunch.

John stares for an uncomfortably long moment before nodding “I think that’s a great idea. I know who you can email to make that happen”

And after much back and forth emailing between you and Kate Laswell, she finally just offers to give you Simon’s number. Probably sick of being the middle man.

-Hi, this is (Y/N), I’m Johns guardian. Just wanted to reach out and see if we could organise a catchup sometime. Let me know when suits you. Hope this message finds you well.

-This is Simon. We’re free Saturday. Does the Duke Hotel at 1800 work?

-Yes! That works for us. Can’t wait to meet you guys, we’ll see you there!❤️

You weren’t sure if it was appropriate to send the heart, but all well, you’re sure he gets the point.

Your body is practically buzzing when Saturday finally rolls around, with excitement or anxiety, you weren’t sure. You pick out some casual and comfortable jeans, an oversized shirt that you tied at the front, your special ‘going out’ boots, and a large plaid shirt to throw over the top. Before making your way downstairs where John was waiting.

“Ready to go?” He asks, dressed nicely in some casual jeans, a fresh tee, and a dark grey coat. “Well don’t you look handsome, aye? I’m ready to go when you are” you say casually to him as you grab your purse off the hook. “Come on” you march out the and into the cool night, heading towards your car. Having failed to make the appropriate level of eye contact for the conversation, you completely missed John’s flushed expression. He wasn’t expecting you to compliment him so boldly and suddenly.

His tail stands stiffly in attention, his ears and eyes honed in to your movements as you walk past him to your car. Your earthy smelling body oil wafting through the air as you do. He watches you, like a predator stalking its prey. “Hello? Are you coming?” You call out to him.

Shaking his body he lets the feeling dissipate. ‘Not the right time’ he thinks to himself. Given your current situation and obvious sensitivities, John thought it’d be best to let any possible feelings have time to grow first. He wasn’t blind though, he could see you were an attractive person, and just knew the boys would make a move on you tonight. The thought irritated him.

The drive to the hotel was short, parking just up the road the two of you hop out before making your way up the street.

John stopping you just outside the door “Before we go in, I just wanted to say thank you, for putting in the effort” he gazes down at you, hand pressed gently to your upper arm. As not to scare you off.

Your heart swells “Oh that’s alright. You need to socialise too ya know?” you laugh, slightly flustered and not entirely sure what to say. John smiles down at you before opening his arms slightly “Can I..” he trails off hesitantly. You nod your head enthusiastically before pulling him into a hug. His thick arms enveloped you tightly, pulling a squeak out of you as he gives you a squeeze. The pressure, along with his naturally high body temperature is comforting. Pair that with his general earthy-musky smell and you’re in sensory heaven.

Pulling away, you are left feeling more grounded than before. “Let’s not keep them waiting them, aye love” placing his hand on the small of your back, he leads you inside to a table where three dog-hybrids sit.

A Doberman-hybrid, with blond hair and brown eyes, wearing a dark hoodie and medical mask.

A German shepherd-hybrid, with dark curly hair, deep brown eyes and a trimmed moustache.

And a Cane Corso-hybrid with a brown mowhawk, and fresh cut facial hair.

“Evening lads” John pulls out your chair, before sitting down beside you. “It’s good to see you cap” the German shepherd-hybrid pats him on the shoulder. “I knew they couldn’t break you” the Cane Corso-hybrid smiles wildly at him, his thick Scottish accent echoes in your mind. The Doberman-hybrid doesn’t say anything, but raises his beer to his friend.

“So.. this is the lass taking care of you” the Corso looks at you eagerly. “Easy there Soap” John warns him.

“This is (Y/N), she’s my guardian now”, you smile at them shyly, suddenly forgetting your nerves “Hi, it’s nice to meet you guys”.

The three men size you up, the Scott sniffing the air intently. “This is Kyle or Gaz, Simon also known as Ghost, and..” “And I’m Johnny, or Soap if you’d prefer” he winks at you, offering his hand. Kyle scoffs at him “Control yourself mate”.

You laugh nervously, shaking his much larger and rougher hand “You guys have such interesting nicknames”

Johnny chuckles “Aye, you wanna know how I got mine”. Kyle groans. “She doesn’t give a shit mate” Simon grumbles, shaking his head, “It’s cause I can clean up the enemy” he boasts, flexing his pecs at the table. Mostly at you though. You and John laugh at their drunken antics.

The atmosphere was light tonight, with good drinks and easy conversation, you get along with John’s pack easily. However all those drinks have to catch up with your bladder at some point. “Excuse me for a moment” you whisper to John, who nods in acknowledgment. Getting up, you make a B-line for the bathroom.

John turns to his pack once you’re out of hearing range, “I need you lads to do me a favour” he says, his voice suddenly becoming serious. The three hybrids shift at their friend’s sudden change in attitude. “Whatever you need cap, we’ve got you” Johnny responds.

“I need you to deal with someone who’s bothering her. He’s becoming a problem” John explains. “Human?” Simon asks, John nodding in response. “Sounds easy enough then” Simon chuckles.

“She can’t ever know though, got it?” John stares at each of them with a hard glare. They all nod in agreement.

“So.. have you two mated yet?” Johnny grins cheekily at his pack mate. “Piss off” John barks, causing the table to erupt with laughter. “I fuckin bet that you two won’t last more than two weeks without doin it” Johnny teases.

“Leave him alone Johnny, you’re fuckin drunk” Kyle points at him from across the table.

“You’re wrong..” Simon says, capturing their attention, “They won’t last more than one week”.

The men laugh loudly as you approach the table, letting out a long yawn as you sit back in your seat, the day finally catching up to you. "Seems like it's time for us to go lads" John says, rising from his chair he lends you a hand to stand. "Oh I'm fine if you want to stay out longer" you respond. "Nah It's getting late, we should head in too lass" Johnny insists. Shrugging, you take Johns' hand and stand up.

The groups shares some quick goodbyes before parting ways. The journey back home was a blur, stumbling through the door you kick off your boots before trudging tiredly upstairs. John following close behind. Entering your room, you quickly change into your nighties, ready to jump straight into bed.

However, a knock at your bedroom door interrupts you. Opening it up, John stands there awkwardly “I just wanted to say that I’m grateful for tonight love. Thank you”.

You pout at him, feeling tired, drunk, and sentimental. “Oh John, it’s alright” you mumble, as you cuddle up to him for another hug. Hugging status unlocked. His strong arms embrace you again, rubbing comforting circles on your back. The sensation causing your eyes to droop and body to relax into him “You’re not falling asleep are you?” His hot whisky breath fans across your face.

You grunt in response, causing him to chuckle.

He leads you back to your bed, opening up the covers for you to crawl under. You, letting out little giggles, as he tucks you in and kisses your forehead. “Good night love” he whispers to you, before sneaking out of the room.

John wanders off to his own room, settling in his bed for the night. His thoughts drift back to his friends and what they said earlier. They were wrong. John intended on waiting for you. He was a patient man, and knows that the best things in life take time to grow. And he was more than willing to wait for someone as good as you.