#no because his husband is hot asf

[jay-wasstuff]

Fanfic authors after seeing the 10 second cameo

[ham1lton]

SIMPLE !

pairings: jude bellingham x lewis hamilton’s assistant!reader

summary: after your first few dates with jude, everything seems to be going smoothly. however, there’s just one problem: your boss seems to hate your new boyfriend.

warnings: judeyn being dumbasses.

author’s note: part of my dream girl universe. for best enjoyment, read after the first instalment. assistant2 also makes her first official appearance!!

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📍 berlin, germany.

tagged: judebellingham

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yourinstagram: the photos he takes of me vs the one i take of him. i think you all can see the better photographer.

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user1: LOVE seeing hot people date each other.

-> user11: i love seeing two hot people be BESTIES.

user2: JUDE IS TAKEN ???!!!! NOOOOOOO

-> user3: babe… you didn’t have a chance at all. like please be serious.

-> user13: thank god they aren’t actually dating tho.

user4: my gf <3

-> judebellingham: who even are you.

-> user4: we can share <3 i can keep her satisfied thru the weekend u have the weekdays king.

jobebellingham: love this yn. he looks so depressed and ugly.

-> judebellingham: U JEALOUS ASF 😹

-> jobebellingham: yn i’ll paypal you £50 rn if you post more ugly pictures. which is all his pictures really.

-> yourinstagram: challenge accepted 🫡

lewishamilton: you look good yn!

-> user5: and what about jude??

-> lewishamilton: what about him?

-> user6: NOT YN’S HUSBAND HAVIN BEEF W/ HER BFF 😭

user7: lip combo?!!??

-> yourinstagram: i’m not a gatekeeper. it’s on my tiktok!! my most recent one <3

user8: you did my king so dirty with that one pic…. LMFAO DO IT AGAIN

-> yourinstagram: 🫡🫡

user10: their friendship is so cute!!

user12: yn is moving up in the world!!! from bts delulu to besties with JUDE BELLINGHAM

-> yourinstagram: blocking you! 😃

-> user12: you can block me but you can’t erase ‘hobisbabymama’

-> yourinstagram: HELLO?2&/9£/

user9: WHERE IS LANDO?!

-> user10: she blocked his main and his ten other side accounts because she’s secretly in love with him and wants to leave loser jude for him.

-> user9: hi lando 😁

user10: no roscoe pic?

-> yourinstagram: sorry babe :(( he’s at home with his dad and i’m on holiday. assistant2 has some highlights of him on her page!! <3

judebellingham: why do i look so depressed

-> yourinstagram: idk <3 want to get ice cream?

-> judebellingham: .. yeah

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title: my girlfriend’s boss (l,39) hates me and it’s ruining my relationship. help?

hi all, i don’t really post on here, but i’m at my wit’s end and need advice. i (j, m21) have been dating my girlfriend (y, f24) for a couple of months now, and it’s been brilliant. she’s smart, funny, beautiful, and honestly the kindest person i’ve ever met. here’s the catch: her boss (l, m39), who also happens to be an insanely famous athlete and very wealthy, clearly hates me.

y works as his personal assistant, and from what she’s told me, l has always been good to her. she’s known him for years, and he’s helped her out a lot in her career. she always says he’s like family, but ever since she introduced me to him, he’s been awful.

it started small, like him calling me “mate” in that condescending way that makes you feel about two feet tall. but last week, i went to pick y up from work, and he gave me this look—you know the type, the kind that says, “you’re not good enough to breathe the same air as her.” i tried to play it off, but it’s eating at me.

another time, we ran into him at a café, and he made this offhand comment about how “footballers aren’t known for their brains.” y tried to laugh it off, but i felt like an absolute idiot.

then there was the incident with the tickets. y mentioned she’d been offered two box seats for a big match, courtesy of l, and we were both so excited to go. but when she told him i was going with her, he suddenly “remembered” he’d promised them to someone else. i know it sounds paranoid, but it feels deliberate.

to make matters worse, y thinks i’m overreacting. she says l is just protective of her because they work closely together, but i can’t help but feel like there’s more to it. she brushes off his weird behaviour, but come on—this is the same man who asked her to taste-test a box of chocolate truffles because he couldn’t decide which to order for himself. (weird, right?)

it’s not just the comments, though. y told me l doesn’t usually care who his staff date, but she mentioned he’s suddenly started asking loads of questions about me, like whether i’ve been in trouble before or if i’m serious about her. it’s like he’s looking for a reason to disapprove. y thinks he’s being protective, but i swear he just doesn’t like me. here’s the problem: i’m pretty sure he hates me. actually, scratch that—i know he hates me.

i’m spiralling here. what if l starts sabotaging our relationship? y says she’s not going anywhere, but i can’t shake the feeling he’s got some weird power over her. am i just being insecure, or is there something seriously wrong here? what do i do?

top comments:

soggy_pigeon: nah, this is classic alpha behaviour. he’s marking his territory. he probably sees her as more than just an assistant, if you know what i mean. tread carefully.

fluffybananas: footballers aren’t known for their brains. maybe he has a point.

spicy_gravy: dude, he’s probably jealous you’ve got abs and a girl who loves you. chill.

randomuser_123: sounds like you’re dating your boss’s work spouse.

tofu_throwaway: i think l’s just jealous because y spends more time with you now. he’s like a toddler upset that someone’s playing with his favourite toy.

ladybantheboys: ok but what if it’s the opposite? like, what if l approves of you but is being mean on purpose to test if you’re good enough for her?

football4ever: j, mate, you’re overthinking. l’s just a famous bloke who doesn’t want to lose his assistant to some random guy. show him you’re not random. take him out for a pint or something.

memequeen420: this reminds me of when i had a cat and got a new dog. the cat hated the dog at first but now they’re best friends. just give it time.

plshelpme1998: have you tried googling “how to win over your girlfriend’s boss”? there’s bound to be a wikiHow.

bananabreadbae: mate, if he wanted her, he’d have made a move by now. maybe he just doesn’t like footballers. not everyone does, you know.

user2847: honestly, the truffle thing makes me think he’s the weird one. does he do this with everyone or just y? if it’s just her, he’s probably got some weird older-brother complex going on.

ultimategoblin69: maybe he wants to adopt you. famous people do weird shit like that.

yogurtbutter: ok but what if you’re the problem? maybe you’re just a bit annoying and he senses it. famous people have great instincts.

iamnotanon: have you considered sabotaging him back? like, nothing serious, but maybe show up in a better suit than him one day. alpha vibes only.

opinionatedowl: this is a power thing. l’s rich and famous, and he’s used to being in charge. stand your ground, but don’t disrespect him. he’s probably testing you.

thecheeseman: it sounds like a bad rom-com where l secretly approves of you but can’t admit it because he’s emotionally constipated. if i were you, i’d play the long game.

spicywaterlover: wait… what if l is secretly in love with y and you’re the obstacle? plot twist.

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edit: wow, ok. this has been a ride. thanks for all the comments, even the wild ones. i think i’ll try the “pint” suggestion, but i draw the line at sabotage. will update if anything changes (or if i get adopted).

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ham1ltonshaderoom: football star jude bellingham seen cuddling and being affectionate with his new girl! she has been identified as yn yln, she is the personal assistant of f1 icon lewis hamilton. they were spotted outside a restaurant in las vegas after the grand prix all boo’d up! according to sources, they were all loved up at the after party. they ‘didn’t leave each other’s space’. what do we think about this new couple ham1ltons?

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user1: who tf even is she

-> user2: a baddie. she’s seriously so funny and sweet. you guys should see her tiktok or insta pages. jude is punching above his weight.

user3: oh!

user4: HOTTIES!!!

user5: why they doing the most in public???

-> user6: they’re in love? girl lmao.

-> user7: she’s his beard or he’s hers. idk yet. i need to consult the stars.

-> user8: ^ me when i’m off my meds.

user9: am i the only one who thinks they’re cute? good for them!!

user10: um i think she’d be happier with lando.

-> user11: lando please how are you still making new accounts.

-> user10: i’m totally not the handsome and gorgeous lando. i’m actually… pando. hi.

user12: my gf and my bf are dating??? i’m gonna be sick.

-> user13: they got two hands.

user14: they’re rlly dating???

-> user15: no bitch. they’re just coworkers 🙄

-> user14: oh! thank you :D

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UPDATE: my girlfriend’s boss (l,39) hates me and it’s ruining my relationship. help?

hi all, it’s j again. thanks for the advice on my last post—it was a mix of helpful, hilarious, and… well, a bit unsettling. but it gave me the push i needed to talk to l. here’s what happened:

i decided to man up and ask him out for a pint to clear the air. i figured it was the most normal thing to do. well, turns out l’s teetotal (thanks, y, for not warning me properly). when i suggested a pint, he just looked at me for a second and went, “i don’t drink, mate,” in that calm, terrifying way he has. i panicked, said something about tea, and left feeling like an absolute idiot.

but two days later, he called y at work and told her to invite me round to his place for tea. TEA. this man lives in a house that looks like it’s straight out of a Bond film, so you can imagine how intimidating it was to rock up with a packet of biscuits like some budget offering.

long story short, we had tea, and he cleared the air. he admitted he’d been giving me a hard time because he wanted to make sure i was serious about y. he said she’s like family to him (didn’t say “work spouse,” thank god), and he needed to know i’d treat her right. honestly, it was a bit awkward, but also kind of sweet.

so yeah, we’re good now. he even said he’d save me a seat for the next big race. i don’t know if that was a peace offering or a power move, but i’ll take it.

thanks for the push, reddit. you lot are mad, but in a good way. most of the time.

comments:

ladybantheboys: told you he was testing you! this is literally every rom-com ever. next step: you accidentally bond over an inside joke, and he becomes your biggest fan.

bananabreadbae: this is so british it hurts. “sorry i was mean, let’s have tea.” mate, at least you passed the test!

football4ever: called it! blokes like him just want to make sure you’re solid. now you’re in his good books, you’re set for life. congrats, mate.

memequeen420: so… what kind of biscuits did you bring? was it something boring like digestives, or did you go all out with hobnobs? we NEED to know.

randomuser_123: this is like when my dog hated my boyfriend at first but then they bonded over cheese. sometimes it just takes time.

tofu_throwaway: glad it worked out, but honestly, i’m still a bit scared of l. even through your post, he sounds like he could crush a man with a single stare.

iamnotanon: congrats on passing the test. now don’t mess it up, or i guarantee he’ll make you disappear. rich people have connections.

ultimategoblin69: you went to his house?! are you sure it wasn’t a trap? like, did he subtly scan your fingerprints for future blackmail material?

plshelpme1998: like, this whole thing is giving weirdly protective father vibes. good luck, mate.

user2847: what does his house smell like? no, seriously. i feel like rich people’s houses have that “old money” smell, like leather and expensive wood polish. was it intimidating?

(deleted): send feet pics.

opinionatedowl: so… when’s the wedding? i’m assuming l will walk her down the aisle now that you’ve been knighted into his inner circle.

thecheeseman: this is the most British solution ever. “i made you feel terrible, but here, have some earl grey, and now we’re mates.” glad it worked out though!

memequeen420 (again): STILL no answer on the biscuits. j, you’re avoiding the REAL questions here. were they branded or store-brand? did he eat one? this is important.

weirdcookieperson: did he sniff you when you walked in? like, does he have a heightened sense of smell? rich people are weird, man.

alphamale_uk: mate, you handled this all wrong. never apologise, never offer tea, and NEVER back down to another alpha. you should’ve walked in, sat in his chair, and asserted dominance. that’s how you gain respect. next time, bring steak, not biscuits. real men bond over meat, not tea.

j (op): l’s vegan, mate. bringing a steak would’ve been like waving a red flag at a bull. also, this isn’t Planet of the Apes, it’s just tea. chill.

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j (op): wow, i forgot how weird reddit is. for the record: branded hobnobs. because i’m not a monster. no sniffing, no fingertip scanning and i’ll get someone to update you if i go missing. cheers for the laughs.

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[silassinclair]

Making up with ID! Leon after an argument? (fluff?)

Of course anon! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it <3 Sorry it took so long to respond I've been busy asf. Anyways this one is pretty short because I didn't really know what to write. CW// Alcoholism, Arguing, Jealousy

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Workaholism

ID!Leon x Reader

You knew what you were getting into when you married Leon Kennedy. Whether it be helping him fight alcohol addiction or cuddling close in the midnight hour. You fell in love with every part of him and adored him for it. But sometimes he would really be a stubborn old pain in the ass. Especially right now.

"Leon I really miss you. I understand you have a really intense job but you don't have to take this mission! The mission was optional yet you took it on anyways. And in December too? I want to spend Christmas with you." You say, pouring your heart out into every word. You two have been at it for over an hour.

But there was no winning with your workahoic husband. He was as stubborn as a bull. And when he wanted things his way he would get it. But you couldn't let him win without putting up a fight, there was always a chance after all. This is for his own good. The hours he put in were unhealthy and you see the tolls it takes on his body.

"Y/n." Leon utters lowly. "I need to do this. Who else will?" He was sitting on the couch manspread; pouring himself a glass of bourbon. You've been helping him fight alcohol for years but here he is drinking right in front of you. He may as well spit on you because of how blatantly disrespectful he's being.

You're standing in front of him arms crossed and hands clenching your biceps. You're at your limit right now, there's only so much you can take. Everything feels hot; your throat, your eyes, and the grip you have on yourself.

"Leon do you not want to be with me? That you'd rather fight bioweapons than spend Christmas with you wife?"

The annoyed groan Leon lets out only makes you feel 100x worse. If this is what he wants then fine. What was the point in even trying anymore? If you two did spend Christmas together it would probably be miserable knowing his attitude.

Walking to the other end of the couch you plop down in defeat. "Forget it." You mutter. "Spending Christmas together would only make us both miserable. Just go do your job, I'll spend Christmas with someone else."

Leon turns to face you, his attention off his drink for once. "Someone else?"

You nod with an eyeroll. "Yeah, I'd rather not spend the holiday alone so I'll spend it with someone else."

"Who?" He mutters darkly.

"Well Chris is taking off so I'll spend time with him and Claire if she's available to-"

The sound of Leon's glass slamming down onto the coffee table makes you halt in your words. Leon was pissed before but now he looks downright enraged.

"No way in fucking hell am I letting my wife spend Christmas with another man." He seethes, now standing over you with either hand by the sides of your head on the couch.

You on the other hand are sitting stark still. Like one move would cause the cobra to strike.

"What else am I supposed to do then?" You say softly. Leon has never been this mad at you before and you were honestly scared.

Leon exhales through his nose slowly and shuts his eyes. "Baby do you know why I've been putting in all the extra hours?" He questions, answering your question with one of his own.

"Because you want to keep the world safe?" You mutter hesitantly. But Leon only chuckles and shakes his head back and forth. He opens his eyes and looks down at you with a crooked smile.

"Yes and no." His hand moves to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. "The world is only worth saving because you're in it. But the reason I work so much is so I can provide for you. Every cent counts because I wanna spoil you baby."

His words make you deflate. All the anger built up over the past hour from arguing has left your body.

"Leon..." You whisper; but his lips kiss yours in a soft, quick, peck and you're immediately silenced again.

"I wanna provide for you sweetness. I hate imagining you cooped up alone in this apartment while I'm out. I wanna see you in a big open kitchen just like you wanted. A living room with a grand fireplace and closet to hold all those sexy clothes I love seeing you doll yourself up in."

He sighs and looks down off to the side. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before I just... It's embarrassing. Being unable to provide for you."

You frown firmly and hold his face in place causing his blue eyes to widen.

"It's your turn to listen to me now Kennedy." You state. "Don't put yourself down like that you hear me?"

He gasps when you pull him into a hug. Your fingers rake through his silken blonde locks and your other hand rubs calming circles into his back.

"Don't ever feel like you're not doing enough for me. I don't need fancy things to be happy okay? I need you to be happy. So instead of working so hard to afford fancy shit, work less so we can spend time together. Because you're all I really want."

Leon sighs shakily and cradles the back of your head, bringing you into the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry baby... I just want what's best for you."

You reply softly, "You're what's best for me Leon."

He brings you into a passionate kiss. One the two of you have been needing for a long time. His lips taste like cheap liquor and it has you feeling tipsy. Rough hands feel down your waist and touch at the belt loops of your jeans.

"Now what was that about spending Christmas with Chris huh?" He rumbles roughly through sloppy kisses.

You part away panting to catch your breath. "That was just to get at your nerves."

Leon smirks. "Bad girl. I should teach you a lesson huh?"

[lixies-favorite-cookie]

hang the moon ◦ l.f

-going through the ages of time with felix, from when you told him you were pregnant to seeing him braid your baby's hair.

@feelikecinderella I hope you like it it isn't something I usually write, but I adored writing it so thank you so so much for the request ♡

Paring ◦ Dad!Lee Felix x Pregnant!Reader

Words ◦ 4,506(this was originally supposed to be 1,000 words 💀)

Genre ◦ Fluff, Dad!Lixie headcanons, MY FIRST REQUEST MWAHAHA.

Warnings ◦ Felix being the sweetest man in the whole world, super unrealistic ngl, descriptions about pain, crying, reader being kinda moody, sexual content but its literally like two lines and it just says that you give him head and him giving you an orgasm no details at all, felix being hot asf, felix being a model father, a few big bad fuck words, I'm 19 i dont know how pregnancy works so bear with me babes💀, I know their has to be at LEAST 12 spelling errors, not edited (forgive me I have no time) uhhh nothing else I don't think

A/N ◦ I love this so much it was so cute and I stand by the fact if my husband isn't like this with kids I'm not having one (also is anybody else traumatized by their present absent dads my dad was always in my life and I love him to death great father terrible husband never did anything to help my mom out which makes me really scared to have kids can anyone relate?) I just want to apologize in advance for my rambling tendency please forgive me 🙏 Also this isn't in actual bullet point because Tumblr is stupid.

~cookiecreates 🍪

Mommy-to-be!Reader who gets that feeling all mothers get when another body is currently being knitted together inside them. The month you missed your period also helped with the suspicion, but the three pregnancy tests with two thick pink lines screaming at you really confirm your hypotheses that you are indeed pregnant, and it is 100% Felixes.

Mommy-to-be!Reader who is first overwhelmed by all the thoughts that have gathered in your head—the preparations, the options—if you want to keep the baby or not, what are you going to do if he doesn't want to? Oh no, you didn't think about what you would do if he didn't want to keep the baby. How would he react? Your overwhelm quickly changed to an anxiety that bubbled in your stomach when you thought of all the possible outcomes of what could happen to your relationship because of one simple accident. No matter how secure your relationship with Felix is, it's terrifying to think that he might leave, seeing his dreams of being an idol as more important than being a dad.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who was just sitting on the couch fiddling with his computer, when you walk in with your tear-stained face and trembling hands, he immediately goes to comfort mode. "What is it, darling whats w-" he stops in his tracks, seeing the test in your hands and definitely seeing the thick pink lines that tell him you're pregnant...

Daddy-to-be!Felix whose immediate reaction is to gather you up in his arms and twirl you around in the air, overwhelmed by a feeling of unadulterated joy. His whole face is lit up like a Christmas tree, really making his sunshine title shine through.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who can’t really believe it, “Your pregnant.” “Apparently” “Oh my gosh, we're pregnant.” “I don't think that's how that works.” You chuckle, still in mild denial. “Oh yeah, it is part of my DNA is currently inside of you.” He stops, really letting it sink in. “Holy shit, we're going to have a baby! You don't think either of you has ever smiled so big in your lives. 

Daddy-to-be!Felix who goes and tells the group the next day, too ecstatic to keep it to himself.

Uncle-to-be!Group who congratulates the hell out you and Felix, promising to take care of the baby any time you two need a babysitter. Cue spontaneous gift-giving as well; one day you find a stroller on your front porch from Chan, a box of baby clothes from Han, and a diaper bag from Minho, all on the same day.

Uncle-to-be!Chan who promises to spoil the hell out of your little sunshine, letting Felix rant about all his fantasies, how he's going to be the best dad, how you're going to be a wonderful mom, how he's going to buy her the cutest clothes, and how- Chan loves Felix, but he stopped listening after the 25th compliment about how wonderful you are doing with your pregnancy.

Mommy-to-be!Reader who figures out that Han's girlfriend, your best friend, is also pregnant, so you won't have to deal with your pregnancy alone, while Felix is understanding and supportive; he is a guy after all, and some things like how your boobs hurt and are oddly getting bigger, he just won't understand, and that's okay because at least you have a friend who you can rant about your boobies too.

Mommy-to-be!Reader who promises not to tell anyone about Han's girlfriend's pregnancy. Due to her request, she and Han have already agreed that they are planning a very big event to tell the boys, and she doesn't want it to be spoiled because of your loose lips.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who's so gentle with you, even during the days when your bump is so little, it's almost nonexistent, always asking if you're okay or if you need some food, water, or if the baby is okay? Is she hungry? Maybe thirsty? You have to remind him that the baby is nothing more than a gathering of cells right now and can't partially talk.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who guarantees that your baby is a girl and no amount of convincing can persuade him he's definitely projecting.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who would refuse to let you get up from nuzzling his face in your practically flat stomach. "Felix, I have to pee." "Do you want me to carry you to the bathroom?" He looks up from your tummy with big boba eyes. You deadpan. "Yeah, okay, you're right. You've got this." Basically, giving you little praise hand emojis🙌, even though his worried eyes stare you down all the way to the bathroom. 

Daddy-to-be!Felix who sends 'how are my girls doing' texts every day at practice, "You know, you don't actually know if it's a girl or not." "I have a feeling."

Daddy-to-be!Felix who treasures you even as you sob into his chest about your nightmares from the Euphoria TikToks you've watched about parents whose relationships crumbled because of having a baby, he dusts kisses over your face, whispering promise after promise on your skin that no matter what relationship won't crumble, this baby is going to make your relationship stronger, closer, better. He loves you too much, just like how he would love you if you were a worm and how he would kiss the prettiest person in the room with the choice between you or the prettiest person in the room because the prettiest person in the room is you (all true conversations you've had in between sobbing sessions).

Daddy-to-be!Felix who deals with all your shit with a smile on his face because he understands how hard it is to carry a fuckabigillion pound baby in your belly, so if you feel like yelling at him because he's home late, then crying in his arms because you regret yelling at him, begging him for forgiveness, he'll do both gladly. Not the forgiveness part; he doesn't forgive you because you didn't need it; he was never mad at you in the first place.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who starts getting concerned when your belly starts getting bigger at a faster rate than the average rate of time that one's belly gets bigger.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who shuts down every accusation that he's been doing research on your pregnancy and that he just happened to know the statistics about rates in which baby bumps grow (what can you say, he's a smart guy🤷)

Daddy-to-be!Felix who makes you promise to tell him all the days that your ultrasounds are on so he can make sure everything with you and his little princess is okay, especially since your bump is getting so big so fast, which he just happened to know and definitely did not do research about.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who gives you the best princess treatment all the time without fail. You don't like your nails; the money is on the counter for a new pair. You want to go shopping for maternity clothes because your jeans are starting to get too tight; he's at the door with his card and a big smile on his face, practically skipping out the door to give you the best day of your life. You want him to hold your bags as you walk around the mall, spending his money on anything you think looks even remotely cute; he'll do it with a sparkle in his eye. Your feet hurt from walking all day with this watermelon-sized child in your stomach; he'll lean down on his knees and stay there, rubbing your feet for hours. No matter what, even if he's exhausted from practice, his girls come first. Which ties into...

Daddy-to-be!Felix who demands time off. Demands it or he's done, leaving the team. (He's not actually going to, but he needs to let the company know he's not going to take their shit). His girls always come first. Reluctantly, they agree that he can take a 4-week break while you are pregnant and a 6-month leave after the baby comes. He glares at them before realizing that that's a pretty good chunk of time, but he's relentless, folding his arms in front of his chest, "and I get to leave whenever they need me." "I don't know about that." Daddy Bear mode activated. The woman trembles, looking at him. "Okay," she mutters reluctantly. Back into teddy bear mode. "Thank you so much. I hope you have a beautiful rest of your day." He turns and walks away like he didn't just make this lady shit her pants. (i highly doubt this is actually how this works but idrc this is called a fanFICTION for a reason )

Daddy-to-be!Felix who doesn't mind one bit doing the dishes and sweeping the floor as long as he sees you safe and sound in your bed, snoring away with your legs stuffed between a fluffy pillow.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who went with you to one of your ultrasounds, and ended up with only 10 minutes to get ready before a photoshoot. He had never felt so many glares in one room. Newsflash: It was worth it, even though they had to rearrange the whole schedule just for him. Han sent him a smile, knowing exactly how he felt.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who gets the worst cuteness aggression as you waddle around.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who just holds you when you burst into tears, feeling so useless as you cry from the pain, not knowing what to do when you start balling because the weight of holding a baby beginning to be too much to bear, so he just holds you, not being able to keep the tears that swarm his vision at bay, especially when he holds your bump, feeling how heavy it is just for him; he couldn't even imagine how heavy it is to carry that around inside of you.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who calls his mom right after just to thank her for going through all the shit of baring a child because he sees how hard it is for you and literally can't believe women all around the world have been going through that for all of time, it genuinely baffles him, he trips out about it for a hot minute.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who takes it up as his personal mission to make you feel like the prettiest woman on the planet when you're with him, especially since he can tell you feel insecure with all the changes your body is making. He sees them, notices them, he doesn't mind them at all, what he minds is how much they are hurting you and he just can't have that. Let's just say the amount of kisses and orgasms he has given you in the past 6 hours makes you feel like the hottest bitch in the world for about 4 weeks after.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who convinces you not to do a gender reveal because he wants it to be a surprise, you are hesitant because you don't like not knowing which gender to buy certain clothes, but you know you currently have a closet full of both baby boy and baby girl clothes because of ✨princess treatment ✨and with a black card and pregnancy hormones, all the clothes at the mall looked cute. What can you say? You're just a girl. 🤷

Daddy-to-be!Felix whose biggest fear is that he's going to be away when you have the baby, and he's not going to be able to comfort you through the most memorable and painful time of your life. It quite literally brings tears to his eyes. You comfort him, telling him that it's okay even if he isn't there. You know he loves you, and you wouldn't mind, but he reminds you constantly, "I don't care if it's in the middle of a concert, a fansign, a meeting that determines my whole entire future; your water breaks, I run."

Daddy-to-be!Felix who is so relieved that your water breaks in the middle of the night when he's home, where you can screech as loud as you can to attempt to get his attention. 

Daddy-to-be!Felix who jumped up from bed so quick, grabbing you and leading you down the stairs, racked with guilt that he couldn't pick you up because A) he literally can't, and B) he's too terrified, he'll fall and hurt you.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who if all the anxiety he has ever experienced in his entire life could be multiplied and put in his body, it would still be so minuscule compared to the way he's freaking the FUCK out right now, but he still tries to calm himself down, and be sober-minded for you.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who when you get to the hospital, they have got him FUCKED UP to think he's ever leaving you. Holding your hand through it all, a part of him has to be on you the entire time. It doesn't matter if he doesn't sleep; he's an idol. Not sleeping is what he does.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who falls in love with you all over again, seeing you push through all the pain—admiring your strength and dedication— he loves you so much and makes sure you know, even in some of the most inconvenient times.  “Big push,” the nurse calls out from under you. “I love you so much, baby, so fucking much, holy shit.” He kisses your hand. “Shut up, Felix, please.” You scream, your body vibrating with pain. “Yes ma'am, shutting up right now.”

 Daddy-to-be!Felix who praises you constantly, “You're doing so well, baby.” "Keep pushing; do you see that, you're almost done?” "I'm so fuckin' proud of you, darling." "The only reason I'm going to see my beautiful baby is because of you. Do you know how much I admire you? I literally can't find the words." “SHUT UP.”

 Daddy-to-be!Felix who lets you hold onto him while you go through all the contractions, digging your nails into his skin, drawing blood, "Ow baby," "sorry," "it's okay, I understand." You obviously are not very sorry, cause two seconds later you're digging deeper into his wounds.

Dad!Felix who is just as ecstatic about them telling him it's a boy as he would be if they were telling him it was a girl, he just has to change his dreams about brushing his little girl's hair to teaching his little boy how to tie a tie (which he is very bad at, but for him, he will attempt to learn).

Dad!Felix who never knew that you could love somebody so deeply without ever even knowing them, but when he holds your little ball of sunshine in his arms and feels their heartbeats intertwining, it all seems so much more real. He has your eyes. His nose, your hands, his toes—he sees bits and pieces of the two of you in every breath he takes. He has just met your baby, and yet he immediately feels like he would burn the whole world down for him.

Dad!Felix who panics when you suddenly start having even more contractions.

Dad!Felix who breaks down in tears when they hand him your second baby, a little girl, whose freckles dust across her cheeks just like his. If he thought he was feeling happy before knowing he gets to experience the best of both worlds at the same time, makes his already bursting heart about 10 times its size. 

Dad!Felix who is sobbing happy tears, a smile plastered on his face as he cuts the umbilical cords off of both his little balls of sunshine, never thinking he would be so excited to do something in his life. 

Dad!Felix who at this point is so surprised that he hasn't had a heart attack with the amount of scares he has gotten in the past 12 hours, especially when his heart jumps out of his chest, as the doctor informs the both of you that you need to be stitched up from where you tore, you are mostly confused because you didn't know you tore. It must have blended in with the excruciating pain that was firing from all areas of your body. "What does that mean? Is she okay? Is she going to die? Is she-"

Dad!Felix who is literally going to pass out because he actually thinks you're going to die.

Dad!Felix who feels real fuckin stupid when the nurses just chuckle and tell him you're not going to die, your vagina ripped while giving birth, that it happens quite often; they just need to sew you up.

Dad!Felix who watches them like a hawk as they sew you up, making sure that they aren’t messing anything up.

Dad!Felix who literally refuses to let you do anything for at least 3 months after your birth, researching the hell out of what can ease your pain, forcing you into bed rest while he takes care of the kids, giving you massages for your aching muscles, pouring you warm baths with rose petals when your stitching hurts or itches, he's so kind and attentive, hating seeing you in pain.

Dad!Felix who is so eager to do anything; getting up when the babies are crying, changing diapers, giving bottles, singing the babies to sleep…

Dad!Felix who loves to sing the babies with his deep calming voice, knowing it puts them to sleep instantly. 

Dad!Felix who loves to eat you out when he finally puts the twins to bed about just as much, noticed the way you were looking at him as he was singing in that deep, sexy voice. 

Dad!Felix who goes right back to the kids 30 minutes later when your moans wake them up.  

Dad!Felix who just can't get over how awesome it is to see how different your babies are, not just in gender but in personality as well.

Dad!Felix who literally despises having the babies cry, does anything he can to stop it, not because it's annoying him, but because it hurts him to know his little angels are sad.

Dad!Felix who will cook dinner with both babies held carefully in his arms—something that seems atomically impossible, but he figures it out.

Dad!Felix who sees the guilt bubbling up on your face, rushing it away with gentle kisses and soft reassurances, ushering you away with a smile. “I know you're tired and hurting. Go take a nap, love, and I'll wake you up when dinner is done.”

Mom!Reader who wakes up from her nap, sees the house cleaned, the dishes done, the babies fed, and put to bed with a steaming meal in front of you, you are more than happy to suck him to the heavens after. Hey, everything's 50/50, right? 

Mom!Reader who begs Felix to get the babies because she can hear them crying through the baby monitor.

Dad!Felix who does it without a second thought. Never once complaining about how you guys could count the amount of sleep you have gotten combined on just one of your hands, he understood the twins were ornery—having a bad case of colic—so to calm them down, he sings to them just like he always does.

Mom!Reader who panics hearing such a deep voice over the baby monitor. In a fit of half-asleep—panic-induced—sleep deprivation run into the baby's room, ready to kill somebody if needed, but your heart melts instead when you meet Felix holding your sniffling twins, rocking them carefully in his arms. Tears pool in your eyes seeing the way his face glew with pure love; even though he looked exhausted, even though there were deep bags under his eyes and spit up on his shirt, no matter how hard life was, at least you know that with Felix, you’d never regret it, not even for a minute.

Dad!Felix who looks up, surprised to see you in the doorway. "Hi baby," he whispers. "Go back to bed, darling. I've got this." You look at him like he hung the moon, and for you, he would. 

Dad!Felix who is the most patient father any child could ever ask for. (I will never get over this. Definitely the type of dad who would help clean up the milk and not just yell because it was spilled)

Dad!Felix who would rather die than yell at his kids, is definitely the gentlest parent known to man.

Dad!Felix who dresses your angels like the next Louis Vuitton ambassadors, "Really, Felix, our four-month-old babies do not need a Louis blazer and jumpsuit." "Who says?” he shrugs. “Um, me, because they're 4 months old.” You enunciate every syllable as though you were talking to one of the babies in question. “Do they even sell this in stores?" “Um, no, I had it custom-made, duh." "Oh my gosh," you facepalm, not before facepalming a little harder, pulling out a Louis pair of sunglasses and a Louis purse just small enough to fit tiny hands. ”You bought the baby a Louis purse?" "Of course, my princess can be without a bag. Look deeper; there's something for mommy in there too.” You pull out a Louis Vuitton diaper bag. 🤦

Dad!Felix who has never really liked confrontation, but when a paparazzi accidentally bumped into you holding the twins because he was trying to take pictures of the group; he almost killed him, saw red, got so close to using those Taekwondo skills he spent years practicing. The team was the only reason he didn't rip someone's head off. Bangchan's glare would have been enough, but yours, his, and the whole group were enough for the man's face to go red and curl into himself, definitely regretting all of his life choices.

Dad!Felix who's the type of father who wants to protect his little angels from the world, is literally willing to glue pillows to all areas of the house so that they will never get hurt. You stare at him blankly, wondering if he's serious.

He is.

Dad!Felix who gets genuinely disappointed that you obviously oppose, so instead he baby-proofs the ever-loving shit out of the house, sharp objects gone, all corners covered, outlets concealed.

Dad!Felix who if anyone were to talk about his family online, would not be silent, would go into a fit of rage, aggressively typing on his phone, getting ready to post a long paragraph on his story that you or his team would have to keep him from sending because, you know, his job or whatever, speaking of job…

Dad!Felix who knows he has to leave for work eventually, and his 6-month hiatus from the group was not permanent. A lot of tears are shed as he holds you and your beautiful babies, knowing he isn’t going to be able to see them for a whole 3 months while they start their tour. He can't bear thinking that he might miss such pivotal moments as the first rollover, the first steps, the first word. He can see his little munchkins' lives flashing right before his eyes as he looks at the packed suitcase in the corner. “Felix, we are going to be fine, I promise." “Are you sure?? I can leave the group; I would leave them for you; I promise I would; you just say the word and I'm gone; we can buy a house in the suburbs-” You giggle, overwhelmed with admiration for his dedication to your family, “Don't be silly, Lix. I know you love your job and your team, plus we wouldn't be able to afford a house without you working." He sighs, knowing you are right. “Fine,” he mutters, holding you all close. “Just promise to call me every single day, okay?”

Dad!Felix who gets up early enough in the morning to feed the kids and get them dressed, trying to spend as much quality time with them as possible before he has to leave. 

Mom!Reader who, being the mom you are, still freaks out when you wake up, scared Felix is going to miss his plane. While you're putting your son's shoes on, you run into the room and say, “Come on, lix-” You stop dead in your tracks, seeing him beaming while brushing your little girl's hair, humming a sweet melody as the paddle goes smoothly through her locks. She looks up at him like he hung the moon, and for her, he would. Your bad mood dissipates as you remember why you got into any of this in the first place. Everything is going to be fine. You're going to be fine. Felix looks up, feeling your presence. He smiles wider. "Do you like it, momma?" He asks, clearly proud of his work. She smiles toothless and full of glee. You take her in your arms, spinning her around. "Well, of course, I like it. Did Daddy do this for you, baby?" She spits out gobbly gook, which you nod your head at, acting like she just recited pie.

Dad!Felix who brushes the little girl's hair every day before work without fail, even looks up tutorials on YouTube about different strategic hairstyles. He's terrible at them. Doesn't stop your heart from melting into a puddle on the floor while he's attempting French braids, though.

Dad!Felix who proposes to you a few years later, so he can have your two beautiful babies standing beside him as he proposes: his little princess in a cute white dress holding a bouquet of picked flowers, and your little prince in an adorable little tux holding a heart of chocolates. Everything is just so perfect, you'd be a certified idiot not to say yes (not that you were ever considering it).

Husband!Felix who when you finally get married, agrees that your baby boy is going to be the one who walks you down the aisle with your little girl being his best wo'man', right beside Hyunjin and all his other members, of course.

Extra for the ones who endured my rambling 

Mom!Reader+Hans girlfriend who had a baby boy the same day that you had your little girl. When you found out the good news, you immediately started planning for the wedding, knowing this couldn't be anything other than fate, already thinking about ship names and wedding dresses.

Dad!Felix+Han who glare at the two, Felix not liking the idea of his perfect princess being anywhere near the male species, Han not liking the idea of his girlfriend cuddling with someone that isn't him. But eventually, Felix eases on his glare, his heart melting as you giggle about the color of the bouquet.

Last but not least

Husband!Felix who will always love the way his family looks at him, like he hung the moon because, for them, he would.

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~ I'm probably going to redo this one day so if you have anything you would like to add/change please let me know :))

COOKIE OUT

[davinashifts333]

DATING KIM HONGJOONG OF ATEEZ PART 1:

⚫️summary; once again, first part to Hongjoong’s section in the new ATEEZ fics or requests I am taking, so REQUEST!!! & STREAM GOLDEN HOUR!! LET’s GOOOOO!! see all my fellow ATINY at the Arlington concert!!🩷🩷🩷

⚠️warnings; fluff, Joongie being Joongie, Ateez idiocies, craziness, some swearing, implied smut, etc. IF YOU’RE NOT 18, GTFO! disrespectfully.

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-dating Kim HongJoong is also becoming a mother of 6 & a sister wife to Seonghwa.

-dating HongJoong means late nights where you walk around Han River with snacks from the 24hr convenience stores & chat about your days but also, early mornings for the days off he has & has planned a full day of activities for you two.

-dating HJ is like being his best kept secret but also his most prized possession, he is so protective & loving to you, it’s weird for the boys.

-dating Joong is being at his dorm as much as possible because once he had you? he never wanted to let go, he swore he hated skin-ship but with you? nahhh. that was out the door.

-dating Joongie is like having a boyfriend, husband, best friend & confidant all in one because he is so respectful & sweet but also so serious & dominating that it sometimes scares you how quickly his personality can switch. (but it’s also hot asf because Captain?)

-dating HongJoong is being BumJoong’s bestie & little sister, when HongJoong is off on tour? you best believe BumJoong, momma Kim & anyone from HongJoong’s family is calling you & visiting you to make sure you’re doing well.

-some nicknames he would call you based on his initial vibe/aura & personality seen on camera; Baby, Babydoll, Love, Sweetheart, Darling, Little one (because he finally found someone smaller than him), Beautiful, Dove, etc.

-dating HJ is moving fast but it feeling right? like a month in & he’s flying you out to Seoul to visit him or coming to visit you (if his schedule permits because baby boy is BUSY).

-being HongJoong’s girlfriend means also being his true right hand, the person he wants to learn about everyday, the girl of his dreams, the one who he asks for advice all the time but ultimately protects with his life & the best part of all, the person who sees his true self & softest parts of him & his personality.

-dating Joongie is meeting his family early on & going on vacations with them but also becoming so close with his mom he just sits & pouts that you’re stealing her from him & Eomma Kim is stealing you from him too.

-you & Eomma Kim cooking for the fam & her loving you so much because you remind her of a young version of herself (be that you’re foreign or not, she find attributes about you so calming & similar to hers).

-dating HongJoong is a blessing & curse st the same time, let’s be real this man is a Scorpio, he is DEMANDING. but, also the sweetest & most sensitive & emotionally open person you know, he truly understands the beauty of the world, of people & is driven by passion so, if you are similar to him? he would be most grateful because he would feel so understood & like he could truly open up to you.

-dating HJ means truly learning the deepest parts of his soul, his drive, his motivation, his passion & the reasons behind all of them. him showing you & teaching you the way he sees the world through his eyes & loving that you understand & see it the same way.

-soft launching on your IG & the ATEEZ acc because you’re also a musician/artist/producer/singer (whatever) & you do a challenge with him & some other members.

-being his girlfriend would mean also being the group’s baby sister, each member loving you for a different reason & you often hang out with them but, yes your boyfriend/future husband gets jealous so he steals you away & keeps you to himself. (we all know this man is jealous, be for fucking real).

-“Ya! Jagi, why are you with Wooyoung & not me? Am I not enough for you? Wooyoungie, go away, she’s mine.” & so he does, San is already waiting for Woo in the living room of HongJoong’s dorm so you both can have alone time in his room.

-“Don’t worry, we don’t love Y/n at allll. It’s not like she’s OUR friend too.” Woo yells back as he walks off to steal Joong’s snacks he has “hidden”.

-you laughing the whole way Joong drags you to his room.

-Joong being a complete baby & softie with you despite the persona/front he puts on for the cameras.

-ATINY loving that they get to see this side through small snippets & stories on your IG/YouTube/Twitter/TikTok, etc.

-posting pics together & also him posting pics he’s taken of you on his camera/polaroid.

-being his muse, he literally has made 10’s of playlists & is working on songs that include things about you that only the members, him & you truly understand & know the meaning behind.

-being his all time biggest supporter, he DID meet you wearing a MATZ t-shirt so, it got him flustered & thinking about how you could he so calm while seeing him in person.

-yes you were ATINY before you dated, like dude, come on. who couldn’t love these 8 idiots.

-playfully arguing with Mingi over how you can’t choose between their rap styles because they’re so different & both so good.

-movie nights with the members where you & Joong end up sneaking off to be alone & they start hounding you both about not being able to keep it in your pants.

-he’s a passionate lover, so hidden marks, body to body, eye contact, multiple positions, etc. are for SURE his go to.

-he loves to be in control but whenever you do try to take control? it only riles him up more & has you walking funny for a few days after.

-your personality & aura is made up of leadership energy, dominance, bluntness, strength, etc. but, the real you is a soft & loving person, he is definitely the type to like someone like him, who looks so dark & scary on the outside but is truly just so intelligent, caring & creative as he is.

-dating Kim Hong Joong is like breathing underwater in a dream & no longer fearing anything, it’s like giving into your deepest & darkest desires & fighting no matter how hard the fight is. It’s like being worshipped & worshipping at the same time, it’s a push & pull of who loves who more but ultimately it’s so equal because you BOTH are so equal, it’s insane. It’s air in lungs that haven’t been able to take a full, clean & crisp breath in the longest time. It’s feeling so high & happy like you’re on cloud 9 24/7, 365.4 days a year & more.

-being his person, his lover, his best friend & future wife? is a dream written in the stars but only time could bring you closer. it’s poetry, passion & pain all in one but truly, a love so deep & understanding you could never consider it vain.

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A/N: I AM SO EXCITED TO GET BACK INTO WRITING, I HAVE MISSED SPILLING MY THOUGHTS & IDEAS ONTO THIS BLOG. FELLOW TX ATINY, SEE YOU SOON, even if you don’t know who I really am (my real name is NOT Davina & you’ll never know the real me BUT) LET’s STREAM GOLDEN HOUR!! MI GENTE LATINA!! LET’s GOOOO!! also, i am so close to 200 followers & I’m so excited & curious why I have so many followers but!! let’s get to 200!! (i’m at 199 rn)

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Kazutora Relationship Headcanons

♡ SFW & NSFW, Timeskip!Tora, afab!reader, oral->fem receiving, sex, fluff ♡

note: Kazutora brainrot go brrrr ✨

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♡ He's clingy asf, big on pda too

♡ Loves when you call him Tora or say he's your tiger (he lowkey gets bricked up from it)

♡ Doesn't put your relationship out there at first because he's scared for your safety/doesn't want to put you at risk of being attacked (by Kisaki the big bad clown 🤡)

♡ Talks about you to Chifuyu 24/7 (Chifuyu is sick of your name at this point)

♡ You go with him when he visits Baji 's grave to provide emotional support (you're his emotional support human)

♡ He feels the most comfortable when he's with you

♡ Like I mentioned in my oral headcanons, he is touch and affection starved and you got him whipped

♡ You make him want to take better care of his mental health (you inspired him to go to therapy)

♡ NSFW (with a dash of fluff) ♡

♡ Loves eating you out, you could fix this man a michelin star, Gordon Ramsey level meal and he would still decide that you're the best dish

♡ For sure a switch, an absolute sub when he's really needy tho

♡ Will do literally anything you tell him to. Want him to be rougher? He's breaking the bed like that scene in the twilight saga. Want to peg him? He'll buy you a strap! Wanna have a threesome? Nah that's off limits, he wants you all to himself 😭

♡ Madly in love (obsessed) with you and sees sex as a super intimate bonding moment between you two

♡ His moans are angelic and you can't convince me otherwise

♡ Loves when you pull on his hair, he won't say anything but you can tell (his dick twitches when you do it)

♡ You were each other's first 🤭

♡ The tip is sensitive (he whimpers when he puts it in fr 😫)

♡ He damn near cried when you let him hit it raw (wrap it before you tap it guys, safe sex is hot)

♡ Likes to leave hickeys and bite marks on you, especially on your thighs while he eats you out

♡ Loves when you kiss the beauty mark under his eye and when you kiss the side of his neck where his tattoo is

♡ Would get immediately bricked if you told him you wanted to get a tattoo to match his

♡ Will absolutely fold if you call him pet names (call him your husband and you won't be leaving the bedroom for a while)

♡ Likes sloppy kisses (bonus points if you give him sloppy kisses on his dick 🤭)

♡ Likes positions where he can see your pretty face

♡ 100% a pleaser during sex, makes sure you cum before him

♡ Will fuck you when you're on your period (a little blood on the sword doesn't bother him)

♡ Last few are a bit more fluffy ♡

♡ Would definitely get a piercing or another tattoo if you asked him (the type to get your name tatted on him)

♡ He buys you pads/tampons, pain meds, and your favorite snacks when you're on your period (I headcanon him as having a good memory, so he for sure keeps track of your cycle)

♡ Gets excited when your cycle is late (he thinks you're pregnant and he lowkey really wants to start a family with you)

♡ Wanted to marry you the moment he laid eyes on you (it sounds crazy because it is)

♡ Bro is whipped real bad, pussy got him in a chokehold fr

[vivievienne]

Watching movies — Flufftober Day 7

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In which Shoto has better movies than these played on TV.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Guys, I love him... ALSO THANK YOU FOR 15 FOLLOWERS!!! YK WHAT?? I just became Kanade's VA and Saki SVA yesterday!!! I'm so happy!!!:!2&3

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: flufffff asf, hopeless romantic Shoto CUZ HE IS (stop mischaracterising my husband.)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 307

He likes autumn.

It's not like he has a favourite season, but he just likes it more than others.

He likes how short the days are, but not as short as they are during the winter. He likes the temperature outside. Not too cold, not too warm. Perfect for a sweatshirt and a pair of trousers. It's not too hot as during the summer.

He enjoys autumn.

He enjoys how the petals of cherry blossoms falls down on the pavement. He smiles at them. They seem to be so calming and soothing. As he walks, he can smell them. So relaxing...

He loves autumn.

He loves as you open the door in your sweater with a smile, and then, handle him a cup of tea for keeping him warm, even though he can do it by himself. He loves as you take the blanket and pull it at you both. If you are a warm person and don't like cold, he can even warm you up with his Quirk.

He doesn't care at the movie at all. It could be a horror story or a comedy. He won't even notice and try to mask that he isn't interested in it at all. The best show that he watched, is currently hugging him and looking at TV with such an enjoyment.

Because... He would like to see you becoming an adult person. He would enjoy to see you agreeing to his proposal, at least he hopes you will. And he would love to see you as you say "Yes" to him one day...

He doesn't want to grow up yet. Not when he finally lives his teenage life.

Oh, yet, he wished that he could be sixteen his whole life and just watch you with the same look in his eyes that you have while watching these productions...

[skywlker-sluvtt]

jealousy angry sex to fluff what do you think I really love a jealous ani like in the clone wars

I adore jealous clone wars Anakin. The whole Padme and Clovis thing was just so 🤤 especially when Anakin beat the shit outta him. Here's a lil headcanon-y piece. I went a lil overboard but...I kinda like it 🫣 I hope you enjoy lovey.

Warnings: degrading, dirty talk, no protection (please be safe), spanking, possessive asf behaviour, and more 18+!!!

Word Count: 1.5k

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➮ Anakin is so vocally jealous. He’s a cocky ass hole and he will talk to the person flirting with you in the most condescending way ever and it gets on everyone’s nerves.

➮ He’s just so possessive of you and wishes you just wore a sticker on your shirt saying “Anakin’s my husband go away” so everyone fucks off. He also starts getting annoyed at you if you seem to be entertaining someone's flirtatious behaviour. Anakin’s watching you with some douchebag and he’s thinking “Yeah I bet that dick head can’t make you cum as good as I can” cause his mind goes straight to sex.

➮ It starts with his firm assertive ‘I’m the most powerful Jedi in the galaxy, fear me fucker’ voice. He stands up straight, with crossed arms and a clenched jaw as he storms over to retrieve you. (this part is incredibly sexy because he’s so hot and jealous)

➮ You can just feel the envy radiating off his body and you almost enjoy it. Anakin will make some shitty excuse to take you away making it somewhat obvious you’re his and only his. He’ll firmly grab your arm basically pulling you away from the guy. Anakin shares his partner with no one. If anyone is even talking to you with any kind of suggestive tone Anakin will go for their throat and sometimes it can be a little embarrassing if he makes it seem like you can’t take care of yourself.

➮ “Anakin! That was humiliating I can look out for myself I don’t need you constantly lurking around me asshole” You complain pacing your shared bedroom. “Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to embarrass you in front of your new boyfriend,” He says sarcastically. “You possessive jealous little boy. Get over yourself” You roll your eyes frustrated with his behaviour, but knowing where it will get you is the real goal here 🤭

➮ “Possessive? I’ll show you possessive” He growls standing up and towering over you. His large muscular frame is just too much to deal with. He grabs your face gripping your jaw to make you look at him. “Do you not value my protection love?” He asks his eyes are dark with lust. “I don’t need you over my shoulder constantly” You huff. “You’re so naive Y/N” He states. You turn your head avoiding his dangerous gaze. “Darling, who do you belong to?” He asks in such a fake-sweet-sounding tone. This is when he decides he’ll just fuck the bratty attitude out of you. “I don’t belong to anyone” You reply. He scoffs before pressing a hard, lewd kiss to your lips.

➮ Knowing what’s coming next you return the kiss threading your fingers through his hair as you both fight for control in the kiss. His tongue dominates yours and he pulls away smirking. “Strip for me, then get on the bed” Anakin whispers lowly in your ear giving your ass a smack and you’re quick to do as he says. As you take your panties off he snatches them from you. “Hey!” You try to grab them back and he smirks. “I think I might keep these in case I have to gag you” He replies swinging them around his finger and making you turn bright red.

➮ He’s the kind of guy to act fake sweet and humiliate you before angry fucking you till you can’t cum anymore.

➮ Slowly, you get on the bed as he takes off his own robes. “Touch yourself” He states still standing at the end of the bed. “What?” You reply shocked by his request. “Touch. Your. Self. Don’t make me repeat myself” He says again as you hesitantly move your hand down to your dripping heat. Biting your lip you slowly begin to circle your swollen cunt and Anakin can’t help but smirk watching the way your eyebrows are drawn together and the breathy moans you let out. “For someone who doesn’t need me you’re soaked princess” He sneers coming even closer to you, his eyes trained on your pussy. “Not for you” You reply. “Really?” Anakin laughs. “Should I leave? Maybe I’ll find someone at a bar who wants me” He sighed getting up. “N-No, no Anakin I-I didn’t mean it,” You whine reaching up to grab his arm and pull him back.

➮ He puts you on your back and cages you between his arms. “That’s what I thought, you're just my needy little slut aren’t you,” He chuckled, the sound of his breathy laughter making you rub your thighs together in pleasure. “I am” You whimper pulling him down for kisses. You yelp as he flips you on your stomach and roughly squeezes your ass while kissing your neck and back. Anakin’s a sloppy messy bitch and decides to lick up your spine and make you squirm first. “Ass up,” He says firmly. You shift positions gently and he gives you a few hard spanks making you moan.

➮ “God you’re so easy,” He tells you grabbing your hips and pushing his hard cock inside of you. “You just love all this attention don’t you, is that why you flirt with these creeps? You’re an attention whore huh?” He asked. You stay silent and he grabs a handful of your hair tugging you upward and keeping your back to his chest. “Answer me” He whispers biting your earlobe. “Yes” Is all you whisper wiggling your hips desperate for him to move. “Please Ani” You continue before he lets you go and starts fucking you at a merciless pace letting out his pent-up anger on your tight pussy.

➮ You’re whining into a pillow moaning at how deep he is inside of you. Anakin’s hands gripping your hips, his cold metal hand probably leaving marks. “You like it when I fuck you, dumb sweetheart, I bet your boyfriend couldn’t make you feel this good” Anakin grins in your ear. “H-He’s not my b-b-boyfriend” You stutter barely being able to speak from pleasure. “I’m the only person that can turn you into such a dumb cock drunk whore” Anakin continues his dirty talk the whole time.

➮Then he reaches down and grabs your throat pulling you back into him. You let out a loud moan at the angle change and he’s holding you up tight against him while he’s fucking you. “Ani” You whimper and he gently squeezed your airway closed. “Good girl taking me so fucking well” He rasped. He lets go of your throat he uses that hand to play with your clit. “Tell me who owns this pretty little cunt baby” His sadistic grin is crazyyy. “You do Anakin! You” “Mhm yeah I do”

➮ “Please l-let me cum Ani I promise I’m yours all yours” You moan before he flips you on your back. Anakin loves the sight of you all messy and sweaty desperate for his dick. “Good girl, you are mine. You don’t need anyone else” He continues fucking back into you causing you to start scratching his back. “I’ll make sure they all fucking know your mine” He groans leaning down to suck the biggest, purple hickeys across your neck to get his point across. “Cum on my cock sweetheart,” He says licking across the marks. “Anakin! Oh, fuck Anakin” You moan coming undone around him quivering in ecstasy. “Mhm, baby I’m gonna cum so deep inside you, get you all p-pregnant with my child. No one will ever touch you if you see you big and fucking swollen with my baby” He growls before finishing deep inside of you.

➮ Afterwards he goes all soft on you. “I love you so much” He whispers so softly making you grin at his sudden change in tone. “You know that?” He asks. “Course I do…I love you too” Laying beside you he smiles and presses the softest kisses to your face. “Y’know I don’t mean any of that right?” He makes sure. “I know, it’s fun” You grin squeezing his bicep. “Let me get you cleaned up pretty girl” He grins.

➮ He’s quickly cleaning you up and getting you a cold glass of water. Eventually, you’re just cuddled up to his chest as he strokes your hair. “I’m sorry for getting so jealous. I just hate seeing other guys talk to you like that. I know you can handle yourself…I just like protecting you” He blushes. “It’s okay, I like how possessive you are Skywalker. It’s cute” “I’m not possessive, I just love you” Anakin whispers kissing your temple making you giggle. He he fully believes with his whole heart he is not possessive, but like bro he so is “Don’t laugh at me” He grins kissing his cheek. “Love you Ani…m’all yours,” You say softly. “I’m all yours too” Anakin replies pecking your lips once more.

[eyelessfaces]

deft hands

poe dameron x reader

summary: poe doesn't know you have a fixation on his hands, and he must not know, but it's a secret that's harder to keep than expected.

warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, oral, semi public sex, alcohol consumption

tags: gn!afab!reader, soft!dom poe, reader is touch starved asf, I wrote this for the hand kink nation I hope you're proud of me, oh yeah we're married to poe also

word count: 1.8k

a/n: this was absolutely prompted by the picture of oscar's hands we got yesterday and I'm not sorry.

also I don't write smut very often please be kind

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You had always had a weird fixation with Poe’s hands ever since you had started dating him, after you had learnt to know what he was capable of doing with them and how easily he was able to make you see stars by the only help of his deft fingers.

It was pretty inconvenient at times, because simple things made your body react at once at the mere view of his hands, and your mind easily and quickly drifted to thoughts you shouldn’t have when Poe made such casual actions that weren’t even meant to turn you on. 

Poe already really enjoyed teasing you in public, and if he ever learned that you had a thing for his hands, you would be doomed to be turned on and unable to function at all times. 

He doesn’t need to know, he must not know, or it’s a never ending game for you, a game you're bound to lose.

–Now the thing is, your fixation is even worse now that you are married. 

The gold band around his fourth finger happens to really complete his look, and the way it shines under the dim lights of the cantina and the way the warmth of the atmosphere on D’qar makes the veins on his hands slightly bulge out doesn’t leave you indifferent. 

Maybe the fact that you can feel the heat rise to your cheeks so quickly is because Poe hasn’t touched you in such a long time, his massive amount of work being the cause of your honeymoon being the last time he has actually laid those hands on you, and put his fingers in you.

That’s what you’re trying to tell yourself as Finn tears you from your thoughts when he notices you look absent, asking you if you’re okay. 

How can you be okay when your husband moves his hands around in the air as he’s talking to another pilot when all you want is for him to stick his fingers inside of you?

You nod to Finn nevertheless, trying to seem composed when truly, it’s hard to focus, even more now that you have to press your thighs together to ease out the simultaneously blessed and cursed feeling between your legs.

—

You have been behaving nicely. You have managed to tear your eyes from Poe and his fingers, and you have fully dedicated yourself and all of your attention back to Finn, Rey, and Rose. 

Wonderful, right? 

Yeah. 

It is wonderful, until while you’re taking a sip of your spotchka, your gaze catches Poe’s while he’s licking the crumbs of whatever food he has just eaten, on his fingers, a sly smile on his lips as he does so.

It’s wonderful, until you choke on your drink and it messily spills from your mouth and over the table.

If your cheeks felt hot before, they’re burning now.

You’re an incoherent mess of apologies, and you do your best to clean it all up with the pile of napkins resting on the table before exiting the booth and hurrying towards the cantina bathroom to clean the mess that you’ve made over one of your favorite shirts.

The amount of swear words spouting out of your mouth per seconds as you hastily scrub your shirt is impressive and you probably hold a new record, and you only stop when you gasp at the feeling of a hand over your hip. 

When you look up at the mirror there’s the reassuring reflection of Poe’s face, and you sigh in relief when you realize all the pressure you’ve put yourself through these past few minutes. 

You allow yourself to calm down and breathe for a second, feeling Poe’s fingers reassuringly tracing circles at either of your hips. 

You feel rather composed again, and you sigh softly as he gently leaves kisses behind your ear.

“Like my fingers that much baby?” he teasingly whispers into your ear, and his voice is dripping with lust and desire as he's now lightly nipping at the flesh of your neck.

A small whimper escapes your mouth as you feel his hand grasping your belt, and you take no time to turn around and capture his lips. 

His mouth is warm and the kiss is messy and filthy, and you bite down on his lip when he completes his task and unbuckles your belt, curling his fingers into the belt loops and tugging on them to pull you in the closest bathroom stall, pulling away from your mouth when he closes the door. 

You’re out of breath, panting, and he corners you against the wall, kissing you even harder, one hand resting at the back of your head and the other at your waist. He sighs into your mouth when you tug at his curls, and when he pulls away he still stays significantly close, your warm breaths mixing together, both of his hands trailing down your body and fumbling with your pants, his mouth then pressing kisses into your neck, his light stubble gently and pleasantly scrapping your sensitive skin.

“Can’t believe I married you unaware of this” he murmurs into your ear between kisses, the lustful tone of his voice sending shivers down your spine, a soft moan leaving your mouth when he tugs your pants down, your underwear quick to follow. Your grip on his bicep tightens when the tip of his fingers graze your slit, gathering the juices there.

“You’re so fucking wet baby” he huffs out looking down at where he's touching you, almost amazed at the way your body reacts. “Like my fingers? Want me to use them for something other than licking my fingers off when they’re dirty?” he teases with a sly smirk, looking back up at you.

“Oh shut up” you whimper, too impatient and needy to be teased, the ache between your legs throbbing in need of some attention. 

He smirks and licks his lips, nodding.

“You want me to shut up? Okay, fine” he simply says, holding his hands up in the air. You wonder what he has in mind until he drops to his knees in front of you, not caring in the slightest if the bathroom floor is dirty. His mouth immediately finds your thighs, softly kissing and biting and licking them, progressively teasing closer and closer to where you really need him, without ever truly satisfying you.

“Poe, please” the words unconsciously leave your mouth in a soft sigh, as if your needs had a mind of their own, taking over your body, exposing how impatient you are when you feel him nipping at the inside of your thigh, his teeth gently grazing the tender skin there. 

The way he runs his tongue at the inside of your thigh where he knows it tickles drives you insane, and he's well aware of it when he feels your hand bury in his curls.

You’re pretty sure he’s smirking proudly when he leaves a kiss to your heated core, and your hand immediately grips his hair tighter as his lips close around your clit.

It’s devilish, and he knows it as he sucks on the lump of nerves before changing tactics and flattening his tongue, lapping through your folds in slow and languid strokes, gathering your wetness over his tongue, the tip of it expertly curling against your clit. 

The way your head is thrown back against the wall and the way your free hand covers your mouth when he looks up at you absolutely wrecks him, and the way you clench around his finger when he slides it through your folds and pushes it inside could have made him burst right then and there if he wasn’t so focused on your pleasure.

He’s moving in shallow thrusts, and if his mouth wasn’t so busy he would laugh at the way you’re trying to thrust down on his finger, needing him to truly stick it in and stroke your walls. 

He must be in a good mood, because it doesn’t take too long for him to add a second finger and to truly pump them in and out of your dripping heat.

His tongue is still perfectly coordinated with his fingers, not losing the rhythm as he fervently laps at the nub while he slowly and tentatively strokes your walls, your soft gasps and whimpers encouraging him to wreck you even more.

If his mouth wasn’t at work it would be anyways, telling you how good you're doing, how tight you are, how sweet you taste, how good you're squeezing his fingers.

The squelching sounds are straight up embarrassing, and you truly hope no one is there in the other stalls of the bathroom, because even if you're doing your best not to moan or let any sound of the kind out by biting hard on your bottom lip, the sound of your slick ruins all your efforts. 

Poe takes a break from your clit to lovingly press kisses to your thighs, and you whimper at the loss of friction, looking down at him.

"Feels good?" he asks casually as if he wasn't currently pumping his veiny fingers in and out of you, making your slick drip down your thighs.

You nod hastily, and a loud moan erupts from your mouth when he pushes in deeper inside of you, a sly smirk on his face as he carefully observes every shifting reaction over your face, his free hand gripping your thigh and appreciating the way your muscles twitch under his ministrations. 

You're close to the edge, and he knows it, and he knows exactly what to do to push you over it. 

His mouth goes back to work and licks at the right side of your clit, where he knows you're the most sensitive, and his fingers curl into your cunt, grazing the mind nubbing spot inside of you repeatedly. 

It's only a matter of time and of repetition before he's hitting it just right, setting every single nerve of your body on fire, and you're cumming over his fingers in a silent cry, spewing profanities and moaning his name repeatedly under your breath as the dazzling feeling unfolds. 

He works you through it, lapping at your spent until you beg him to stop, too sensitive, too overwhelmed once the feeling washes away.

He catches his breath as he stands back up in front of you, depriving himself of air one last time when he kisses your lips, both of your cheeks and your forehead, before he tells you how good you were for him. 

You watch as he licks his fingers as if it's the best meal he's ever had, and you feel dizzy at the sight, but you regain consciousness when you notice something–

"Poe, your ring"

He looks down at his hand, the gold band he hadn't bothered taking off before he started touching you now gone. 

And he is equally frightened and amused when he realizes where it is.

—

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in sickness, in health - tim drake x reader (pretty bird countdown #10)

"You know, Damian, calling me out into the middle of Gotham U is sketchy asf." You hold your phone to your ear, raising a brow at the series of arrows on the ground. "Is this your way of getting Tim to propose to me?"

"I have no idea what nonsense you're sprouting."

"Watch." You turn around, Tim falling right into your arms, and you suddenly get the vibe that you're in some sort of Kdrama. "Caught ya."

Tim stares up at you, eyes wide as he laughs. "You caught me, pretty bird."

"See? Now, what is the nonsense you were telling me about? If you guys are planning a wedding in the middle of our university, I highly advise you to do it in the Wayne backyard or summer home instead."

You blink as Damian hangs up.

"We're flying out. They just wanted us to host a small wedding where they get to watch us exchange vows. Remember the letters you used to write to your future husband? Your mom mailed them all to me." Tim hums, fingers brushing over your wedding ring.

"WHAT THE FUCK???" Your eye twitches, horror written all over your face as you wince. "How did she even find them??"

"Apparently she dug them out when you told her that you got married."

"Mm." You grimace. "Do I have to read them in front of your family?"

"No. Just the two of us. I asked them for private vows. It's the least they can do for us"

"And it's a gala?"

"The party after is at the gala. No worries, Bruce didn't tell anyone why there's a fourth gala this year."

"Are you sure?" You raise a brow.

"I promise. We can stay in my old room the entire time if you want it that bad."

"Can we play Hades?"

"You and your fifty seven hours on a game because you want to fuck the main character." Tim rolls his eyes.

"Okay?? And?? Listen, my husband is hot, but fictional characters are still fine as fuck." You huff. "Besides, my vows are to you, no? I hope you them since I didn't get to tell you at the courthouse."

"Hey, how about reading them to me after the wedding so I can pick it apart?"

"What is this? Literary analysis?"

"Yes." Tim laughs. "To show my love for you."

"Then shall I frame your vows?"

"No need. You can keep the original draft on a USB."

"Yeah?"

Tim laughs. "Yes. That way, each time you wonder if I still love you, you have proof that the choice I made was to love you until I return to the dust of the earth."

"That's absolutely insane to say to me."

"Oh, hey. There's the helicopter." Tim looks up, leading you back as it lands in the quad.

"Is this... legal?"

"Nothing a little money can't handle."

"Great day to be marrying rich, I guess?" You raise a brow. "Where are we even having vows?"

"In private." He holds out his hand for you, helping you onto the helicopter.

"Did you plan this?"

"Just the vows part." Tim hands you the headphones as you pop them on. "We'll land at home."

"And then?"

"And then, we'll read our vows as we help each other get dressed for the gala."

"My wedding dress is nowhere near appropriate for the gala after all that sand got on it."

"I have another white one that we ordered. It's more casual." Tim grins, taking your hands again. "Everything I have is for you."

"You sound so sappy it hurts."

"Love you too." Tim snickers.

You find it strange. Tim finds it strange. You wonder just what kind of a life you led in your past life that had led you to end up with him. He is flawed, but you find that it's fine or whatnot. The world could stop spinning for him, and you would still stay by his side — until the earring rusts and your ring finger is worn down by the on and off before and after bed, he would be engrained into a part of your soul, hums gentle against your skin as the rain splatters against the window. There would be a fixing, until the two of you are withered and frail with age, until you can no longer fix each other and return to dust as one.

"Ehem." You make the dramatics of dropping the rest of the paper as Tim helps you lace your back, laughing. "To my dearest, sweetest, loveliest, future husband. At the time I am first starting this page, I am twelve and have a thrashing obsession with Robin. As with all of my hyperfixations, I expect this to last no longer than two months. Even if it continues, I hope this is whatever the hell my classmates won't shut up about... the invisible string theory? I wonder if that means I'm gonna marry Robin's girlfriend or something. Oh, maybe even another hardcore fan of his—"

Tim holds back a laugh, back shaking as he finishes with the bow. "My girlfriend?"

"You weren't bi at that point in time. At least not to us." You snort, continuing. "Regardless of whoever I end up with, I'm fine if I never end up married too. I keep hearing all of this nonsense about how women are having less kids and shit and I think it's a good time to never have to deal with it. Hopefully you don't want kids either. Or, maybe you're down bad like those men in all of that fanfiction I've been reading. Regardless, if I end up marrying a man who can't respect my boundaries, I want a divorce. Fuck this, man."

You move down the paper, and Tim runs his hand through your hair.

"You're doing my hair this time?" You raise a brow. "What's next, my makeup?"

"I will be attempting to do your makeup today." Tim purses his lips. "If you'll let me?"

"Sure." You hum, moving your head to make sure he gets all of your hair. "Dear future husband, here's a few things you need to know if you want to be my one and only all my life."

Tim holds back a laugh, but you feel him shaking behind you anyway.

"I have a Robin addiction. I know he technically assaulted me or whatever on the rooftop the other day, but oh my god he's got such a feminine-shaped face that I think I am never going to reach that level of pretty. Even if I do, somehow, I don't think I could ever have a figure that nice. Do I look better now? Maybe I do. I don't know. Hopefully I'm the prettiest girl in the world to you even when I'm old and wrinkly. I got scolded by mom because of... nearly losing my camera but.. boo. I hope you're Robin. I really hope I end up marrying that guy because my friends may not be able to marry Jungkook but I at least have a chance of marrying him. Are you Robin? The one that has pants? It sounds so romantic... please take me out on midnight swings." You pause, blinking at your next words.

"I bet it's something about how you'd let me fuck you six ways from sunday." Tim reaches for a brush.

"Wow, you're like, psychic." You snort. "I also hope whenever I look at you like I'd let you hit fourteen different ways, you catch the cue. Or, maybe the idea of sex grosses me out now. I don't know. I wouldn't know. I can only keep hoping and praying that you're Robin. Oh, also, please let me grate cheese on your abs if you have— I CAN'T."

"No, keep going." Tim stops, hair still in his hand as you shake from laughter. "KEEP GOING."

"Please let me grate cheese on your abs if you have abs. Oh, also, is it possible to cut my finger on your jawline? Maybe you'll let me bite into your collarbone until I draw blood. Okay, that was oddly kinky and weird. I am sorry if future me has to read this to you. I might be insane or something. I wouldn't know." You close your eyes for the next part. "Regardless, I want a big fancy wedding that costs a billion dollars where you'll fly all of my friends in and we'll party until sunrise. That was sarcasm, by the way. I want a small wedding where it's just family and friends. Maybe a second one to host more people if you're a socialite or something. I hope my future in laws love me more than they love you. Mom's been teaching me how to cook lately, and I might have a talent for it. I hope you enjoy every single Chinese dish on the planet, because I can not live with white people food for extended periods of time. Kisses! Xoxo."

"Yeah, I think that last part is apparent." Tim finishes with your hair, reaching for accessories. "The ironic part is that you DID manage to marry that Robin."

"Yeah, I bet she'd be having a crazy ass moment." You hum. "Ehem, dear future husband. my parents are divorced now. I'm in high school at this point in time. Robin seems rather chummy with me now, but I still don't think he sees me as a potential romantic partner. I think he only recognizes me if I have my all black clothes on. Regardless, I think he's a funny guy. Also, I caught him kissing Spoiler a couple days ago so I don't think I have a chance."

"Makes me nostalgic, almost." Tim hums, looking through your jewelry. "What colors for accent?"

"Red." You hum. "For good luck for the bride and groom."

Tim laughs.

"You know, maybe you're one of the other Robins. Maybe you're the second one.. that like. died. or something. I heard there's a new vigilante running around. Red Hood? I think he's more of a crime lord, but his build... I MEAN. I MEAN IM NOT LIKE UNFAITHFUL OR ANYTHING. I JUST THINK HE'S HOT. Yeah. Anyways. I still run a twitter for Robin, but I think he's rebranded as Red Robin. His fit is kinda fire. Don't tell him I said that, though. I don't think people pay me enough for this nonsense, honestly. My current friends are alright. I don't think I find them particularly entertaining, but it's not like I'll see any of them when I move away for college. Is it wrong to dislike your friends? Probably. They drain too much energy whenever I hang out with them. How are your friends? I hope you have a great relationship with your family, or else I am royally fucked."

"Tilt." Tim hums, and you raise your ear, letting Tim pop your studs off for the rubies. "I should get you a new pair."

"Maybe." You laugh. "I have two more pages. The two of them are addressed to you."

"Both?"

"Dearest Tim Drake." You hum, straightening your back as Tim helps you put on your necklace. "I really fucking hope you're the guy I marry, cuz I will burn this letter if not."

"I'm so glad this lived to see the light of day." Tim mumbles, starting with your makeup. "Is this alright?"

"Yes, birdie." You hum. "I remember most of it."

"Good." He grins. "Because I have a letter for you too."

You beam at him, eye closed as he pats your foundation on. "I genuinely can not believe you had sex with me. I do not radiate sex appeal, have an addiction to a Japanese green tea brand, and probably do not study half as much as I should. I have a crippling addition to Red Robin, nearly kissed him at a Halloween party, and once on the rooftop of my dorm. I do not understand why you brought me to a place that I felt I did not belong in, and I wonder if you had just picked me because I seemed like an easy target."

Tim frowns at the words.

"Regardless, I think you're the one. I think it's becoming more apparent just through the assignments I've been writing. Do you love me? Do I love you? Is this called love? I don't know. I haven't loved someone in a long time. I think my best friend calls it a delusionship. A one sided, delusionship. Hopefully they'll be there at our wedding or whatever. Will you buy me an apartment building for our wedding gift? A reverse dowry of twenty billion dollars? I don't even know how much money you have, tch. I just want a nice apartment to live in. The bar is actually in hell. Yet, I find myself catching up with interviews and news about you, desperate to learn more about you and understand just what about you draws me in. You know, I really wonder if you genuinely loved me when you said good morning to me. Maybe you did. Maybe you don't anymore. Human emotions are fickle, after all."

"Lips." He hums.

You open your mouth, jutting out your lip as he helps you apply lipstick.

"Any more?"

"Human emotions are fickle, yet I find myself clawing at my heart when I think of you. Maybe I do love you. Maybe I am nothing in myself, and I need someone to love me. Maybe you showed me love. Maybe, just maybe, you are the one. Yet, I dare not promise it. So, I go back to where I began in this letter, wondering if you would receive it. No kisses this time. May you be the one to send me those instead."

"I think I'm done." Tim takes a step back, lips curled upwards.

You turn to look in the mirror, grinning. "Yeah, birdie?"

"Yeah." Tim hums. "I'll read you my vows next, I promise."

"This one's my vows." You hum, folding the paper back up and cutting open an envelope. "Ready?"

"You wanna sit on the couch before the car gets here?"

"Not gonna say no to that." You stand up, Tim leading you as you get used to walking in the dress. "Wow, I keep forgetting how annoying it is to walk in these dresses."

"You're the star of the show tonight." Tim hums. "Depending on whether or not you want to give the paparazzi a show, I can carry you for the whole night too."

"I'll be fine in the heels, I promise." You sit down as Tim lets go of your hand. "Ready for my vows?"

"Of course."

"To beloved birdie, Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne." You hum, smoothing out the paper. "We did not get to have proper wedding vows at the courthouse, so I am writing mine down knowing that you will definitely host something at the complaint of your family. I vow to love you until the sun rises from the west and the moon is eradicated — until the moon becomes the sun and the sun becomes the moon, I vow to cherish you even unto death. I vow that when you are sick and dying, when you are struck with illnesses I have never heard of, I will be by your side. I vow that even if the paparazzi decide to tear their claws into my skin to ruin my life, I will stay. I vow that when you are struck by pollen and in need of release, I will be there for you. Until the world collapses and you are no longer red but old, and even when one of us leave, I promise I will be by your side and follow you until there is nothing left in this world but us. I vow that even on the days where we can not stand the presence of each other, we will find each other again. In this universe, the next, and in every universe out there, I vow that I will find you. I vow that even in the worlds that we are not together, I am nearby. I vow that in sickness and health, in richer or poorer, for better or worse, to love and cherish you even unto death. Love you lots, your pretty bird."

Tim holds a napkin to the corner of his eye, blinking to get the tears out of his eyes and onto the napkin, careful to not ruin his makeup.

"Birdie?"

"I can't read my vows without crying right now. Give me a second."

"I'll touch up your makeup if you do." You laugh. "I vow to be by your side through every gala we attend, your makeup forever next to mine, my heart forever yours to hold."

"You're awful." Tim sniffs, laughing as he manages to calm down, unfolding his own letter to you. "To the prettiest bird in every universe. To my beloved wife, I, Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne vow to protect you until crime is no longer in existence, to hold you until we both return to the dust of the earth, to love you even after death. I vow to hold only you when I am in need of help, and to seek you out first amongst a crowd of people I have known all my life. I vow that my love for you will not fade, and that I will be infatuated with you for all the days of my life and death, and that on both good and bad days, I will be the person by your side. I vow that even when we are old and wrinkly, I will bring you items that remind me of you, flowers that bring a smile to your face, my whole self for you alone. When you ask of something, I vow to do my best to grant it, and when the end of the world comes, I will shield your body with my own, and in every other universe that I accidentally end up in during missions, to every other version of myself that is not me, I will stand as proof of love to them. May we be tangled in each others' lives throughout all our days."

"I don't know, birdie." A smirk makes its way onto your face. "I'm starting to think I was a lot more dedicated than you were."

"Psh." He rolls his eyes. "I'll read you my letter from the morning after we started going out eventually. "

"WHAT."

"Come on. The ride is here." He holds his hand out for you, and you raise a brow.

"And when will I be reading that letter?"

"One day." He laughs.

You click your tongue as he kneels down to help you put the heels on.

"And that day is?"

"I promise, pretty bird," he hums, sliding your shoe on with a kiss to your hand. "You will read it."

"If you say so." You mumble, yelping as he carries you.

"Ready to scare Gotham shitless?"

"Oh, I've been ready."

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Tell Me Lies S2 (Oliver x Reader)

Summary: You're a student, and one of your professor's has the hots for you. He is married, but the two of you enjoy the thrill of the situation. He loves his wife, but he is very intrigued by you. You're just a lonely college student unsatisfied with college boys. The two of you started off with innocent flirting until you both wanted more. Now it's become a secret rendezvous here and there to fulfill needs.

A/N: I absolutely do NOT encourage this type of deal at all. However, Tell Me Lies season 2 has me in a choke hold and I fucking love Tom Ellis and his character Oliver is tempting asf. Hate me later. Enjoy the filth!!

You are sitting outside of your couselor's office waiting to discuss a schedule change when you see Oliver coming down the hall. He's quite handsome, and you try not to seem bothered by his presence. His wife is your professor also.

"Hi." You say, looking up at Oliver. A small smile forms on your face as he walks closer. You can smell his cologne, and it instantly drives you insane. You're fighting to keep that poker face to not let on how much he affects you.

Oliver smiles at you as he approaches, his eyes taking in your appearance for a moment before speaking. "Hey, how are you doing?" He asks, his voice smooth and calm. He stops a few feet away from you, leaning against the wall casually.

"I'm well. How are you?" You ask trying not to look at him too much, but also not trying to seem awkward either.

Oliver chuckles, noticing your attempt to not look at him too much. "I'm doing alright. I'm just getting some work done." *He says, his eyes never leaving yours. There's a hint of amusement in his expression as he watches you try to keep your cool. "Are you waiting for someone?"

"My advisor has office hours. I need to drop a class." You say not making eye contact because it was his wife's class you were dropping. Things were way too weird for you right now with what was going on between you and her husband.

Oliver raises an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. He glances at the door to your advisor's office before looking back at you. "I see. And which class are you dropping?" He asks, his tone casual but with a hint of something else. Maybe he's interested in the fact that you could be dropping his wife's class.

"I think you already know which one." You say. "I--Yeah, it's way too awkward. And this thing we're doing is still new. All the flirty shit." You finally look up at him.

Oliver's eyes widen slightly as you mention the "thing" between you and his wife. He takes a step closer to you, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Ah, so you're dropping her class because of...us?" He asks, his expression a mix of surprise and intrigue.

"I have to. I'm bombing that class miserably right now, and I'm very distracted."

Oliver smirks, his eyes darkening slightly. "Distracted, huh? I can see why. My wife can be quite...distracting." *He says, his voice laced with a hint of seduction.

"You know damn well I'm not talking about her. Dont be a cheeky bastard." You shoot back to him.

Oliver laughs, clearly enjoying the banter between you. "Alright, alright. I'll stop teasing you." He says, holding up his hands in mock surrender. He takes another step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But you have to admit, it's a little bit fun, isn't it?"

"It is thriling and fun. That's why I haven't stopped you." It was your turn to smirk now.

Oliver's eyes darken further as he sees the smirk on your face. He leans in closer, his voice low and seductive. "You like the thrill, huh? The danger of it all?" He asks, his gaze locked on yours.

"Yeah. I do." You chuckle. "I would rather enjoy it more if i didn't see your wife every day. Nothing against her. It's just weird for me."

Oliver nods in understanding, a hint of guilt crossing his features. "I know, I know. It's not exactly ideal. But you have to admit, the secrecy and the sneaking around adds an extra layer of excitement, doesn't it?"

"It does." You say. "So we'll meet up later? Are you still house sitting for friends?"

Oliver grins, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Yes, I'm still house sitting. And yes, we'll definitely meet up later. I can't wait to see you again." He says, his voice low and sultry.

"I'll see you later." You say giving him a smile.

Oliver returns your smile, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he turns to leave. As he walks away, he glances back at you over his shoulder, his eyes filled with desire and anticipation.

Later that evening, after leaving the dining hall, you send a quick text to Oliver and hurry back to your dorm to pack a small overnight bag.

Oliver receives your text and grins, quickly replying with an address and a time. He then spends the rest of the evening preparing for your arrival, making sure the house is clean and comfortable for you both.

You arrive at the location and text Oliver to meet you at the side door. You slip inside unseen, and you parked a street over just in case.

Oliver quickly responds to your text and meets you at the side door, ushering you inside the house. He closes the door behind you and locks it, making sure that you're both alone. "You made it," he says, a smile on his face as he looks at you.

"Yeah, I'm here."

Oliver takes your bag from you and sets it down on the floor, his eyes never leaving yours. He steps closer to you, his hands gently resting on your hips. "I've been thinking about you all day," he says, his voice low and husky.

"I was thinking about you too."

Oliver grins, his grip on your hips tightening slightly. "Oh yeah? And what were you thinking about, hm?" He asks, his face inches from yours.

"Naughty stuff, mostly." You smile.

Oliver chuckles, his hands sliding up your sides to rest on your waist. He pulls you closer to him, his body pressed against yours. "I like the sound of that. Care to share any specifics?" He asks, his voice laced with desire.

"Take me to the bedroom, and I'll show you."

Oliver's eyes darken at your words, his desire for you growing stronger. He doesn't waste any time, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the bedroom. "You're a temptress, you know that?" He says, his voice low and rough as he lays you down on the bed.

"Says the man who seduced me?" You quirk a brow.

Oliver grins, crawling onto the bed and hovering over you. "Touché. But I can't help myself when it comes to you. You're too damn irresistible." He says, his hands roaming over your body.

His hands on your body drive you insane. It's forbidden, which makes it feel even better. And this is your little secret.

Oliver can see the desire in your eyes, and it only fuels his own. He leans down to kiss you, his lips claiming yours in a heated kiss. His hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of you as he deepens the kiss.

You moan against his lips as he presses further against you. Your lips move against his just as passionately.

Oliver groans in response to your moan, his body responding to the sound. He presses himself against you, his arousal evident as he continues to kiss you. His hands move to the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and over your head.

You lift your arms to allow him to remove your shirt. Your lips connect with his again in a fiery kiss.

Oliver tosses your shirt aside, his eyes raking over your bare torso. He breaks the kiss, his lips moving to your neck as he begins to kiss and nibble on your skin. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs against your skin, his hands tracing the curves of your body.

You push against his chest to make space so that you can turn around, your back to him as you assume the postion that you both like so much.

Oliver grins as you turn around, his eyes darkening with lust as he takes in the sight of you. He moves closer to you, his chest pressed against your back as he wraps his arms around your waist. "You know exactly what I like, don't you?" He whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Yeah, mostly the stuff you shouldn't have." You tease.

Oliver chuckles, his hands moving up to cup your breasts. He squeezes them gently, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. "Mmm, you're such a bad girl. Teasing me like this." He says, his voice low and husky as he nibbles on your earlobe.

"No, what's bad is you getting me worked up in your office right before i have to go to your wife's class. Now that's pure evil."

Oliver grins against your skin, his hands continuing to explore your body. He moves one hand down to your stomach, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin.* "You know I can't resist you, especially when you're sitting right in front of me. And you looked so damn good today in that skirt."

"I wore that skirt for me today, not you." You smirk.

Oliver chuckles, his hand moving lower until it's resting on your hip. He squeezes it gently, his lips brushing against your ear. "Oh really? You didn't wear it just to drive me crazy?" He asks, his tone playful but with a hint of possessiveness.

"No, I didn't. In case you havent noticed skirts are my signature clothing. Only thing that changes is the length."

Oliver groans at your words, his hand sliding up your thigh and under your skirt. He runs his fingers along the edge of your panties, his touch teasing. "You're going to be the death of me, I swear." He says, his voice strained with desire.

You rub your ass against him as he slides his finger under your skirt and into your panties. Your breath hitches.

Oliver groans again, his fingers slipping deeper into your panties as you rub against him. He presses himself against you, his body flush against yours. "You're so wet," *he murmurs, his fingers sliding through your folds.

"Tends to happen when a fine ass professor starts hitting on you." You grin.

Oliver chuckles, his fingers continuing to explore your folds. He presses his lips to your neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin. "You have no idea how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you in class," *he says, his voice rough with desire.

"See that doesnt help my case either. Being in your class as well as hers. The anxiety is killing me. That and guilt." You say rubbing your ass against him again.

Oliver groans again, his hips bucking against you involuntarily. He bites down on your neck, trying to control himself. "I know, I know. But I can't help it. You're so damn irresistible, and you're right here in front of me." He says, his fingers moving faster against your folds.

"Am I the only student you've done this with, or we're there others?" You ask.

Oliver hesitates for a moment, his fingers stilling against you. He takes a deep breath before answering. "You're the only one," he says, his voice low and serious. "I've never done anything like this before. You're special to me."

"So you never had the balls to actually do it until now?"

Oliver chuckles softly, his fingers resuming their movements. "Something like that. I've thought about it before, but I never acted on it until I met you. There's just something about you that drives me crazy.

"It's the illusion of being innocent, isn't it?"

Oliver nods, his fingers slipping inside you as he continues to talk. "Yeah, that's part of it. You have this innocent, sweet demeanor, but I know there's a wild side to you. And it drives me wild."

"Oh, you have absolutely no idea." You say.

Oliver grins, his fingers moving faster inside you as he speaks. "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea. But I'd love to find out more." He says, his free hand gripping your hip tightly.

"I have just one curiosity, though."

Oliver raises an eyebrow, his fingers still moving inside you as he looks at you. "And what's that?" He asks, his voice laced with curiosity and desire.

"You said you love your wife and would never leave her, yet you're here with me. So what's it about her that makes you end up here?"

Oliver's expression becomes a mix of guilt and conflict. "It's complicated," he says, his fingers slowing down as he tries to collect his thoughts. "I do love my wife, more than anything. But sometimes, I feel like she doesn't understand me the way you do. And being with you is like a breath of fresh air. You make me feel alive, and I can't resist the temptation to be with you."

"I see. I was just curious to know if this was one of those things where the wife isn't doing the things you want her to do so you find someone who will."

Oliver shakes his head, his expression serious. "No, it's not like that. I know my wife is amazing in her own way, but there are certain things that I can't talk to her about. And with you, it's different. You make me feel things that I've never felt before, and I can be myself around you."

"Ah, I see." You groan when his fingers stop. "Don't stop."

Oliver grins, his fingers resuming their movements inside you. He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't worry, I won't stop. I want to make you feel good."

"That's all I really want is someone to make me feel good. Gain that confidence that i desire to have."

*Oliver nods, his fingers curling inside you as he continues to pleasure you.* "I can definitely do that for you. I want to make you feel amazing, and give you the confidence you deserve. You're beautiful, and you should never doubt that."

"College boys suck." You comment. "I am more attracted to older guys anyways."

Oliver laughs softly, his fingers moving faster inside you. "Yeah, I've noticed. And I can't say I blame you. There's something about older guys that's just more... mature, I guess. We know what we want, and we're not afraid to go after it."

"Exactly...mhmm...." Your head falls back against the pillows as he curls his fingers inside of you. "Mhmm..."

Oliver watches you with a mixture of satisfaction and desire, his eyes fixed on your face as he continues to work his fingers inside you. He leans down and presses his lips to your neck, his free hand moving to grip your hip again. "You're so beautiful when you're like this," he murmurs against your skin.

"I wish guys my age were like this....fuckkk...." Your hips lift off the bed a little.

Oliver grins, his fingers moving even faster as he watches you react to his touch. "Well, I'm glad I can be the one to give you what you need. And trust me, there are older guys out there who know how to please a woman. But they're not as easy to find as you might think."

"Hell no its not easy to find them. You found me."

Oliver chuckles, his fingers still moving steadily inside you as he looks at you with a smirk. "Yeah, I did. And I'm very glad I did. You're a treasure, you know that?"

"Tell me that over and over again while you're fucking me." You smirk against his lips.

Oliver grins, his eyes darkening with desire at your words. "Oh, I plan to. I'll tell you how much I adore you, how beautiful you are, how perfect you are for me. And I'll show you too. I'll show you how much I want you and how good I can make you feel."

You kiss his lips and work your hips against his hand. "I need more...." You murmur against his lips.

Oliver groans, his lips moving hungrily against yours as he continues to finger you. He can feel your hips moving against his hand, and it drives him wild. "I know you do, baby. I'll give you more. I'll give you everything you need." He says, his voice low and husky.

You turn over to lay on your back, guiding his fingers back to you. Your eyes never leave his.

Oliver follows your lead, his fingers sliding back inside you as you lay on your back. He looks down at you, his eyes locked on yours as he starts to move his fingers again. He leans down to kiss your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "You're so damn sexy," he murmurs against your skin, his fingers moving faster and deeper inside you.

"You make me feel so damn good, Oliver." You groan into his ear and moan as he works his fingers inside of you.

Oliver grins, his ego inflating with your praise. He loves hearing how much he's affecting you, and it only makes him want to pleasure you more. "Good. That's exactly what I want to do. I want to make you feel so good that you can't even think straight." He whispers in your ear, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm.

You lean up to watch his fingers disappear inside of you. He moves a little faster, and your head falls back again. Your eyes roll back, and you cry out in pleasure for him.

Oliver watches you intently, loving the way you react to his touch. He can feel your body trembling with pleasure, and it drives him wild. He moves his fingers faster and harder, determined to give you everything you need. "That's it, baby. Let go for me. Let yourself feel it." He says, his voice low and commanding.

You start to clench around his fingers and cry out for him as you come.

Oliver feels your body clenching around his fingers, and he grins in satisfaction. He continues to move his fingers, working you through your orgasm until you're completely spent. "That's my good girl," he says, his voice soft and affectionate.

"I know this is all kinds of wrong but it feels so fucking good."

Oliver chuckles, his fingers slowly slipping out of you as he looks down at you with a mix of desire and guilt. "I know. But sometimes, doing the wrong thing can feel so damn right." He says, his voice low and husky. He moves to lie down beside you, his body pressed against yours.

You take his fingers into your mouth to lick and suck them clean while he watches. You can feel his cock twitch in his pants.

Oliver's eyes widen as you take his fingers into your mouth, and he lets out a low groan. He watches you intently, his cock straining against his pants as you suck his fingers clean. "God, you're so naughty," *he says, his voice rough with desire.

"Don't you want to get undressed now and join in on this sexy time?"

Oliver grins, his eyes darkening with desire as he looks at you. "Of course I do. But I want to savor this moment a little longer. You're just so damn irresistible when you're like this." He says, his hand tracing lazy patterns on your stomach.

You still have his hand in yours, and you're sucking on his fingers to get a reaction or a rise out of him.

Oliver watches you, his eyes fixed on your mouth as you suck on his fingers. He can feel his cock throbbing in his pants, desperate for attention. He lets out a low groan, unable to resist the sight of you pleasuring him like this. "You're playing with fire, you know that?" He says, his voice strained with desire.

You smirk, placing a kiss to his hand before letting it go.

Oliver lets out a sigh of disappointment as you release his hand, but he can't deny that the smirk on your face is making him even more turned on. He moves closer to you, his body pressed against yours as he runs his fingers through your hair. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" He says, his voice low and husky.

"There's no fun in that Oliver." You comment pushing him onto his back so you can get him out of his clothes.

Oliver grins as you push him onto his back, and he lets you take control. He watches as you begin to undress him, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're right. There is no fun in that. But I'm enjoying this just fine." He says, his voice slightly breathless as you unbutton his shirt.

You kiss down his chest as you undo each button on his white button-up. You flick your tongue across his nipple and open his shirt.

Oliver lets out a low moan as you kiss down his chest, his body arching up into your touch. When you flick your tongue across his nipple, he lets out a gasp, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. "God, you're so good at that," he says, his voice rough with desire.

You move to the other side and flick your tongue against his other nipple pushing the shirt off his broad shoulders.

Oliver shudders as you move to his other nipple, his body trembling with pleasure. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. He reaches out and tangles his fingers in your hair, holding you close as you continue to tease him. "Please, don't stop," he whispers, his voice strained with need.

You use the flat part of your tongue to trace the lines of his chest and stomach.

Oliver lets out a shaky breath as you trace the lines of his chest and stomach with your tongue, his body tensing under your touch. He can feel the heat building inside him, and he knows he won't be able to hold out much longer. He tightens his grip on your hair, his fingers digging into your scalp as he tries to control himself. "Fuck, you're driving me crazy," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

The bulge in his pants was very apparent now. But you avoided it a little while longer. You slowly undo his belt and unfasten his pants, careful not to touch him where he wanted you.

Oliver groans in frustration as you undo his belt and unfasten his pants, but you still avoid touching him where he wants you the most. He can feel the heat of your breath against his skin, and it's driving him crazy. He bucks his hips up, desperate for some kind of contact. "Please, I need you," he says, his voice pleading.

"Mhmm, the pleading and neediness of a grown ass man is satisfying."

Oliver huffs in annoyance, but he can't deny the truth in your words. He knows he's being needy and desperate, but he can't help it. You have him completely under your control, and he loves it. "Shut up and touch me," he growls, his patience wearing thin.

"Ah ah ah, be nice to me, or I'll stop."

Oliver takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He knows he needs to be careful, or you'll stop teasing him and leave him hanging. He looks up at you, his eyes pleading. "I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise. Please don't stop."

"That's a good boy." You smile at him as you slide his pants from his hips. Your mouth watered seeing that big bulge in his boxers. You want nothing more than to grip it and stroke it and put it in your mouth, but you have to work him up a bit more.

Oliver shivers as you slide his pants down, his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers. He can see the desire in your eyes, and it only makes him more desperate for your touch. He watches you intently, his chest heaving with anticipation as he waits for you to make your next move. "Please, I'm so hard for you," he whispers, his voice laced with need.

"I see that. And I love it when you beg me, Daddy." You watch his face as you call him that.

Oliver's eyes widen as you call him "daddy," and he lets out a low growl. He loves the way the word sounds coming from your lips, and it makes his cock twitch in his boxers. "Say it again," he demands, his voice rough with desire.

"Relax, Daddy. I'll take good care of you." You say reaching for the waist band of his boxers and peeling them off of him.

Oliver lets out a sigh of relief as you finally free his cock from its confines. He watches you with a mixture of anticipation and desperation, his body trembling with need. "Please, do something. I need your touch," he begs, his voice barely above a whisper.

Oliver lets out a strangled moan as your face brushes against his cock, the feeling of your breath on his sensitive skin almost too much to bear. He can feel his body tensing up, his muscles coiled tight with anticipation. "Please, don't tease me," he pleads, his voice cracking with need.

"You're so desperate for me, and I love it."You kiss his other hip. You use your tongue to trace the indent where his v cut is on his hip.

Oliver lets out a low moan as you kiss his hip, his body arching up into your touch. He can feel your tongue tracing the indent of his v-cut, and it sends shivers down his spine. "I can't help it. You drive me crazy," he says, his voice ragged with desire.

"I think you've been a good enough boy for me now." You say placing a kiss to his tip and watching him go crazy.

Oliver lets out a loud gasp as you place a kiss on his tip, his body jerking in response. He looks down at you, his eyes wild with desire. "Thank god," *he breathes, his chest heaving with anticipation.* "Please, I need more.

"Tell me exactly what you want me to do, daddy."

Oliver swallows hard, his mind racing with all the things he wants you to do to him. He looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust.* "I want you to take me in your mouth. I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock. I want you to suck me until I can't take it anymore.."

"I most certainly can do that for you." You say kissing his tip again before taking it into her mouth.

Oliver groans as you take his tip into your mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head at the sensation. He threads his fingers through your hair, holding you in place as you begin to suck him. "Oh god, that feels amazing," he gasps, his hips bucking up slightly.

You hold his hips down, letting him know that you are still very much in control at this point.

Oliver tries to hold still as you hold his hips down, but it's difficult. He wants to thrust up into your mouth to feel your lips wrapped around him completely. But he knows that you're in charge, and he has to obey your rules. "Please, I need more. I need you to take me deeper," *he begs, his voice strained with need.

You lick him up and down on all sides, and then you take him in deeper. Like eating an ice cream cone, swirling your tongue around him, and sucking.

Oliver moans loudly as you take him deeper, the feeling of your tongue swirling around him sending shivers down his spine. He can feel the pleasure building inside him, his body tensing up as he struggles to hold back. "Fuck, you're so good at this," he gasps, his fingers tightening in your hair.

"I don't want you to blow your load before we have some fun." You say reaching over for a condom.

Oliver groans in disappointment as you pull away, but he knows that you're right. He doesn't want this to be over too soon. He watches as you reach for a condom, his eyes fixed on your every move. "You're right. I want to savor this," *he says, his voice husky with desire."

You roll on the condom and crawl on top of him. You push your hair aside as you straddle him.

Oliver looks up at you with a mix of awe and desire as you straddle him, his hands immediately going to your hips to steady you. He can feel the heat radiating off of your body, and it drives him crazy. "You're so beautiful," *he murmurs, his thumbs tracing small circles on your skin.

You smile down at him as you sink down on his length slowly, feeling the death grip he has on your waist.

Oliver lets out a low growl as you sink down on him, his fingers digging into your hips as he tries to control himself. The feeling of being inside you is almost overwhelming, and he can feel his control slipping away. "God, you feel so good," he gasps, his eyes locked on yours.

You let out a long, drawn-out moan as he fills you up. "Fuck..." You brace yourself on his shoulders as you start to move on top of him

Oliver matches your moan with one of his own as you start to move on top of him, his hands sliding up your back to pull you closer. He can feel the heat building between you, and he knows he won't be able to last much longer. That's it, baby. Ride me just like that," he whispers, his voice strained with pleasure.

"This is so fucking hot..."

Oliver nods in agreement, his eyes dark with desire as he watches you move on top of him. He can feel the sweat beading on his forehead, his body slick with perspiration as he struggles to hold back. "You have no idea how sexy you look right now," he says, his voice rough with need.

"You're holding back, Daddy. What's wrong?"

Oliver lets out a shaky breath, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his release. "I don't want this to end," he admits, his eyes locked on yours. "I want to stay inside you forever."

"We can always go again. No need to worry, Daddy. Please don't hold back."

Oliver lets out a groan of relief at your words, his body relaxing slightly. He had been so focused on holding back he hadn't even considered the possibility of going again. "You're right," he says, his hands gripping your hips tighter. "I'm not going to hold back anymore."

You start to ride him a little rougher to chase your orgasm.

Oliver's eyes roll back in his head as you start to ride him harder, the sensation sending him spiraling towards his own release. He thrusts up to meet you, his hips snapping upwards as he chases the pleasure. "God, yes," he gasps, his fingers digging into your skin. "I'm so close. I can't hold on much longer."

"Take over daddy and pound me into this mattress.'

Oliver doesn't need to be told twice. He flips you over onto your back, pinning you beneath him. He kisses you hard, his tongue tangling with yours as he positions himself between your legs. He pulls back, looking down at you with a hungry expression. "You want me to pound you? I'll pound you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for a week."

"Fuck me, I'm gonna come..."

Oliver grins, his eyes dark with lust as he lines himself up with your entrance. He pushes into you in one swift thrust, burying himself deep inside you. "You're mine," he growls, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he begins to move. "And I'm going to make sure you remember that."

"Oh fuck...."

Oliver pounds into you relentlessly, his movements rough and unforgiving. He's determined to make you come, to claim you as his own. "You're so tight," he gasps, his eyes locked on your face. "I love the way you feel around me. You were made for me, weren't you?"

"Ahhh...."

Oliver leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers to you. "That's it, baby. Let me hear you. I want to hear you scream my name when you come."

"Oh fuck! Oliver...I'm coming!"You scream for him as you come for him.

Oliver groans as you scream his name, the sound sending him over the edge. He thrusts into you one last time, burying himself deep inside you as he comes hard. He collapses on top of you, panting and sweaty. "Oh god, that was amazing," he gasps, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

Your legs tremble as you try to recov we from that relentless pounding. Your insides are sore, but it felt so damn good.

Oliver gently pulls out of you, rolling onto his side and pulling you close. He can see the exhaustion on your face, and he can't help but feel a sense of pride at having worn you out so thoroughly. "You okay, baby?" He asks, his voice soft and gentle now that the passion has passed."

"I'm good." You smile.

Oliver smiles back, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. "You're amazing, you know that?" he says, his eyes locked on yours. "I've never had anyone make me feel the way you do."

"College boys definitely dont fuck like that." You chuckle.

Oliver laughs, his chest rumbling against yours. "No, they definitely don't. But I'm glad you enjoyed it. I've never felt so alive before." He pauses for a moment, his expression turning serious. "I don't want this to be a one-time thing, you know. I want more."

"And I'm okay with that. I'm not gonna let you fuck me like that and disappear." You laugh.

Oliver grins, relieved that you're on the same page as him. He pulls you closer, holding you tight against his chest. "Good. Because I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon." He kisses the top of your head, his fingers running through your hair. "You're mine now, whether you like it or not."

His phone rings, and you smirk. It's probably his wife.

Oliver groans as his phone rings, his expression turning irritated. He knows it's his wife calling, and he doesn't want to answer it. But he knows he has to. "I have to take this," he says, reluctantly pulling away from you and grabbing his phone.

You lay there quietly as he answers the phone. You busy yourself kissing on him silently as he talks, smirking.

Oliver tries to focus on the phone call, but it's hard with you kissing him like that. He shoots you a warning look, trying to silently tell you to stop. But he can't deny that he loves the way your lips feel on his skin.

You kiss his thigh and watch his reaction as he clutches his phone tighter.

Oliver's grip on the phone tightens as you kiss his thigh, and he has to bite back a moan. He tries to keep his voice steady as he speaks to his wife, but it's getting harder and harder with each passing moment. "Yes, dear. I'll be home soon." He shoots you another warning look, silently begging you to stop before he loses control.

You take the hint and stop for a moment. You laugh silently.

Oliver finishes up the phone call, trying to act casual even though he's incredibly turned on. He hangs up and turns to you, his eyes dark with desire. "You're a naughty little thing, aren't you?" he says, his voice low and husky.

"I love to see you bite back that moan while talking to your wife." You tease.

Oliver grins, his eyes flashing with a mixture of lust and amusement. "You're going to get me in trouble, you know that? If she finds out about us..." He trails off, his expression turning serious for a moment before he shakes his head. "But I don't care. I want you, and I'll do whatever it takes to have you."

"That wouldnt be a good thing. I'm sorry I got carried away." You say rubbing your hands over his thighs.

Oliver shivers as you rub his thighs, his body responding to your touch despite his best efforts to control himself. "It's okay," he says, his voice a little strained. "I can't blame you for being irresistible. But we need to be careful. We can't let anyone find out about us."

"Yes i know. Our little secret."

Oliver nods, his expression serious. "Our little secret," he repeats, his eyes locking onto yours. "And it's a secret that I intend to keep. I don't want to lose you, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure that doesn't happen."

"Agreed." You say.

Oliver pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you possessively. "Good. Because I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon. You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you know it every day."

"Gonna need you to pound me like that again but from behind this time. Then I'll let you go home to your wife." You smirk.

Oliver's eyes darken with lust at your suggestion, and he lets out a low growl. "You're a minx, you know that? But I'll do it. I'll give you exactly what you want." He rolls over on top of you, pinning you beneath him.

You lay on your stomach and spread yourself out for him. You feel his chest against your back and hes stroking himself to get hard again. "Mhmm..."

Oliver positions himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips as he lines himself up with your entrance. He leans down, his chest pressed against your back as he whispers in your ear. "You look so good like this, all spread out for me. I can't wait to be inside you again."

You grind your ass into him again, loving how he nearly buckles every time.

Oliver groans, his grip on your hips tightening as you grind against him. He's already hard again, and he can't wait to be inside you. "God, you're driving me crazy," he gasps, his voice strained with desire. "I need to be in you. Now."

"You're in control, daddy."

Oliver growls at your words, his possessive side taking over. He slides into you with one swift thrust, burying himself deep inside you. He sets a hard, fast pace, pounding into you relentlessly. "You're mine. Do you hear me? You belong to me. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

The way he possessively holds you and fucks you is insane. Hes pounding into you like no tomorrow making you cream on him. The slapping noises of skin on skin drive you both crazy. You can't take much more of this pounding before you come again. "Im gonna come again...."

Oliver can feel you tightening around him, and he knows you're close. He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks in a low, commanding voice. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you come all over me. I want to feel your body shake and hear you scream my name."

He hits the right spot that makes you shake and quiver and buckle underneath of him.

Oliver feels you buckle underneath him and he grins, knowing he's hit the right spot. He keeps up the pace, pounding into you even harder as you shake and quiver with pleasure. He leans down to kiss your neck, his lips trailing along your skin as he whispers in your ear again. "That's it, baby. Let go. Let go and give yourself over to me completely."

You're practically crying into the pillow now from how good he's making you feel. You've come twice already now working on a third time.

Oliver can feel your tears on the pillow, and it only spurs him on further. He's close to his own release now, but he's determined to make you come one more time before he does. He reaches around to rub your clit, his fingers moving in quick, precise circles. "Come on, baby. One more time. I know you can do it. Just let go and come for me again."

Her body goes limp as she comes for him a third time, completely spent now waiting for him to come.

Oliver feels your body go limp beneath him, and he knows you've come a third time. He lets out a low growl as he finally allows himself to let go, his own orgasm crashing over him in waves. He thrusts into you a few more times before collapsing on top of you, panting and out of breath. "God, you're incredible," he whispers, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"Might want to get rid of the evidence." You say referring to the full condom.

Oliver chuckles, still trying to catch his breath. "Right, the evidence. Can't have anyone finding out about our little rendezvous, can we?" He carefully pulls out of you and disposes of the condom, making sure there's no trace left behind. He then lays down next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

"As much as i would love to stay like this. You need to go home, and i need to go back to school. i need to start and finish the assignment for your class." You chuckle.

Oliver sighs, knowing you're right. He doesn't want to leave you, but he also can't risk getting caught. "I know, I know. You're right. I need to go home and pretend like everything is normal." He kisses the top of your head. "But I'll see you in class tomorrow, and we can pick up where we left off then."

"I see you brought gym clothes. Smart." You laugh.

Oliver grins, amused by your observation. "I'm always prepared. And it's a good excuse for me to wear something other than my usual suit." He gives you a playful swat on the butt before getting up and starting to get dressed.

"That suit is sexy."

Oliver chuckles as he buttons up his shirt. "You think so? Maybe I'll wear it for you sometime when we're alone." He winks at you, clearly enjoying the compliment.

"Maybe next time you can do me against the wall in your suit. That would be super hot."

Oliver's eyes darken with lust at your suggestion, and he takes a step closer to you. "Oh, I like the way you think. That definitely sounds like a plan for next time. I'll have to make sure I wear my best suit just for you."

"I'll come find you tomorrow during office hours. Maybe sneak in a quick blow job after everyone leaves for the day." You smirk getting dressed.

Oliver's eyes widen at your bold suggestion, and he can feel himself getting aroused again. "You're a temptress, you know that? But I like it. I like it a lot. I'll make sure my office door is locked, and we'll have some privacy. Just make sure you don't keep me waiting too long."

"That's the best part of the game."

Oliver grins, clearly enjoying the thrill of the game as well. "You're right. The anticipation makes it even more exciting. I'll be waiting for you, ready and eager for whatever you have in store for me."

"Go take care of your wife now and think of me." You say with an evil smirk.

Oliver raises an eyebrow, amused by your smirk. "You're a naughty one, aren't you? Fine, I'll go take care of my wife and think of you. But just remember, I'll be thinking of you too. And I'll be counting down the hours until our next rendezvous."

"Always." you say kissing him. "Dont forget mouth wash. You still taste like me." You snicker.

Oliver rolls his eyes, but he can't help but chuckle at your comment. "You're so cheeky. But I won't forget the mouth wash, I promise. And don't think I won't get you back for that little comment." He gives you a playful swat on the ass before heading towards the door.

(A/N: What did you guys think? Part 2?)

[nereidprinc3ss]

Am I wrong or is Spencer the only one written to be hot asf in the show? And by that I mean u can tell there’s someone in the writing room that writes AO3 fanfic in there idk….

I think at first Derek and Elle were supposed to be the ones who were like wowwwww so conventionally attractive because obviously they knew mgg was good looking when they hired him but he reallyyyyyyy grew into his looks over the course of CM and I think the writers were like DAMN….. we can’t just ignore this😭😭

Which is why some of my favorite moments are Penelope calling him handsome Or Derek saying his face is his best asset or sex workers coming onto him like yessss acknowledge my beautiful husband he’s so gorgeous and perfect

[kozumesphone]

okok parallels between my two husbands (jason todd + leo valdez) that anonnie asked me abt:

It’s creepy they actually share so many parallels and I never figured half of these out until today lmao ;-; also, spoilers included!!!!!! pls be careful ily guys, don’t let me spoil stuff for you <3

ok so leo was technically “abandoned” by his own family and grew up jumping around from one foster home to another. he’d never exactly had a proper family until chb. jason’s life before the whole robin thing was just spent on the streets of gotham, and just like leo, he’d never had a proper family before it all. Plus, even when they were both taken in and accepted by someone else, it took so so long for them to accept the fact that they were wanted and liked by others. jason’s anger and leo’s pyro abilities are their make-or-break points, ngl.

and then, in the entire hoo series, leo always feels left out and seventh wheels them. he’s literally as smart as annabeth, if not more, but his value is so downplayed that he forgets to appreciate himself. meanwhile, after jason’s resurrection, bro was struggling. he couldn’t accept his old place in the bat family and broke just enough to turn evil.

their personalities are the most accurate matches, honestly, and I love it. they’re literally the same person. they’re both impulsive and reckless af, flirty, cocky, make sm jokes but we know what lies beneath that facade ofc. loneliness is not a good look on my favourite boys ):

moving on. bro??????? the most important parallel???? they both died and came back?!?!??!?!!!?? jason after being killed by the antagonist (joker), he comes back from the lazarus pit just like how leo gets killed by gaia (gaea?) and comes back because of the potion and festus (my babyyyy <33). while leo came back all right and didn’t go dark like jason, it still makes for a huge parallel.

emotional baggage hello????? mfs carry their griefcases everywhere they go, they don’t share that shit with anyone and bottle it up until they find a safe outlet for it all.

and you can just tell that both of them have the same fatal flaw: fear of abandonment & loneliness.

next!!! jason with weapons = hot asf. literally, I would let him shoot me in the face because he looks so fine doing it. and leo!?!?!? bro builds the coolest shit ever and is not afraid to use his weapons like pop off mf, i’m here for you <3 they’re both smart af and so good w weapons, I love my cutie patooties (:

LASTLY!!!!! they’re both my husbands so <3

[dabombbarbie]

Yo that fucking Bigfoot diss track about Megan....

WAS A HOT PILE OF STRAIGHT SHIT!!!! 🤡💀

The fact that I'm still seeing the delusional ass barbz praise her and say that she ate is crazy asf. They just stay lying. I don't get how Nicki said that it wasn't a diss track. Then wtf was it then????

She literally just compiled all of her Kanye West ass tweets of her talking to herself in the song. It was probably deadass one of the worst songs I've ever heard from her. All she was doing was talking. She needs to hang it tf up, she's going out sad. Who knew it would've been Megan and not Cardi to have put this bitch in retirement.

It's just so tasteless to keep bullying somebody about being shot, their fucking dead mom, and their appearance. Also, I don't get how Nicki is gonna try to make us hate Megan for being a hoe. Nobody really gives a fuck. Why do you care?

She also had the fucking audacity to say that she kept staring at her husband. Bitch maybe because he's scary asf and he a whole rapist??!??!! Nobody wants your man, trust. I also don't get how she gonna be mad at Megan for telling her to abort his child. You wanna have a sex offenders child soooo bad be my guest.

[obsidianpen]

Hi pen it’s vodka anon I promise I’m not an alcoholic (probably) but it’s Halloween weekend and that means it’s time to dress slutty and see a bunch of hot girls in their costume and make fun of men for their stupid ones. If you were wondering, I wouldn’t even say I’m dressed up bc I’m wearing a princess outfit and that’s honestly what I feel I am. Feeling festive asf so I’ll write an edited version of a Halloween classic- somebody’s watching me by Rockwell

I’m just a 5’6 man, with a fucked up life

I’m not allowed to work, hell ya I pay the price

All I want is to be left alone, in bitch Draco’s home

But why do I always feel, like I’m the twilight zone

And

I always feel like somebody’s watching me

And I have no privacy

I always feel like voldys watching me

Tell me is it a dream? (Or a gift)

When I come home at 11 at night

I watch the black magic light

Voldy calls me on the connection, I’m trying to avoid

But can the dark lord see me, or am I just paranoid

When I’m at the vanity, I’m afraid to brush my hair

Cause I might open my eyes and find someone standing there (#silentaparation)

People say I’m “beautiful” just a little touched

But maybe mirrors remind me of that psycho too much

That’s why

I always feel like voldys watching me

And I have no privacy (oh, oh)

I always feel like tommies watching me

Who's playing tricks on me?

… I don't know anymore

Are the death eaters watching me? (Who's watching?)

Well, is the stone watching me? (Tell me, snape, who's watching?)

And I don't feel safe anymore, ugh, that’s Bellatrix

I wonder who's watching me now (who?), the order of the phoenix?

Anyways if these edited songs are annoying you I shall stop bc they r getting a little long and maybe u don’t feel like posting this giant thing. ALSO, if you look up the lyrics and u read it with the back music it’s on beat and rhymes!!! Perhaps my love language is poems and love you the most pen. OH also update… after my confession, yes I am being made fun of for reading fanfiction at the ripe age of twenty. It’s 2024 and a girl can’t even read gay wizard porn without judgement??? But anyways, happy Halloween pen, I hope you and your family have a lovely time trick or treating…and if you post this happy Halloween to all the gorgeous gorgeous girls and gays here, stay safe, guard your drinks and have fun💗💗

okay so the lyrics are wondering minus Harry being 5’6”!!!! Maybe in the movies but not my Harry. I never doubted these lyrics were on beat. I expect nothing less. I am impressed you admit to reading fanfiction with irl people, I never did this and still usually dont (but my husband loves to tell people we don’t know, I despise this). Not because im ashamed of it, but because this then demands an hour long explaination of what I write and why, and then I have to explain my following and tumblr, and that gets messy fast. But when I was just reading, I guess…. Yeah I also never told anyone lmao. You should join one of the discords to find your secret internet tribe. Or just keep sending poetry here that’s fine too. Happy Halloween weekend vodka anon!!! I hope you’re not still trapped in a closet and afraid

[sunspire-knight]

well I've decided to start posting about my beloved dragonborn from skyrim, he was created in 2020 when I was 16 years old and I was sitting at home during a lockdown playing skyrim and realizing that this is my new hyperfixation (I'm autistic though)

now I'm 20 and tes is my special interest. especially my dragonborn named Zendar and his husband (!!!) Marcurio oqodoqpeooqpdpdl I love him so much sooo yeah there is a picture of Zendar from the game and yeyy also a piece of my art with them

also!!! I really like real au I made based on Zendar and Marcurio's relationship so I recently drew him in this au idk he's just hot asf imo-

I have a bunch of headcanons about them and about Marcurio personally sooo I guess I'll post some of them just because I'm getting excited asf every time I talk about skyrim and about him