#no matter what he never could bring himself to let it go

[poisonousspiderlily]

husband!sukuna wasn’t someone who liked touching all that much. of course, he loved touching you, and if he ever found out that one day he wouldn’t be able to (which would never happen because he’d find a way, no matter what), he’d burn the whole world down. but in general, he wasn’t the type to crave constant physical contact.

but ever since you got pregnant, his large hands never left your belly. whether you were watching tv together, out shopping when he saw men looking at you with filthy thoughts in their heads—making sure they knew exactly whose child you were carrying—or when you were sleeping, not letting you move an inch as he wrapped himself around your swollen stomach.

even when you wanted to be alone, he’d still follow you, just to get his hands on your belly, driving you insane. but for him, touching you there was proof of life. he had spent years thinking he didn’t deserve even the smallest good thing in this world. then you came along, and for the first time, he thought that maybe good things could find their way to him too. but knowing that he was going to have a child, knowing that a piece of both of you was growing inside you, made him realize he had to fight for the good things he had. because you and the son you were about to bring into this world deserved nothing but the best. you were his reason to keep going.

of course, that wasn’t the only reason his hands never left your belly. every time he touched you, he remembered that night—the night he was sure he got you pregnant. how he fucked you, how you moaned his name as you came, how you took all of his cum like a good wife and gave him a child. just the memory of it made power surge through him, made his blood run hot with satisfaction.

only his seed could take root inside you. and by putting his baby in you and keeping his hands on your belly, he made sure everyone knew it.

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[snoopychris]

phone calls

warnings: slight mommy kink, edging if you squint, misuse of technology, lowkey inspired by this post

12:04 

chris

chris

baby

12:05

hello?

it’s cold

and raining

12:06

can you just come let me in

12:07 

dude the gym closes at 1:30 so that they can do a midday clean btw.

12:08

hello???

????

omfg 

you piss me off

12:09

HELLO?!?!?!?

are you fucking kidding me

you’re unbelievable 

12:10

whatever i’m going home 

text me if u want.

you spun swiftly on your heels, the light jacket you were wearing wrapped tightly around your frame. it was never normal for chris to not answer his texts, especially when he got so many of them. especially when they were from you. when you were halfway down the stairs, the door behind you swung open. the heavy breathing that was coming from chris quickly got your attention. your immediate reaction was that he was having some sort of asthma attack. 

your worry subsided when you noticed the small wet spot that was on the front of his sweats. he swallows in embarrassment, licking his lips as he looks down at the floor in shame. no words are spoken, but his expression says everything it needs you. he moves away from the door, leaving enough room for you to walk inside. when he sits down on the couch, he still hasn’t made eye contact with you. he’s too embarrassed to even acknowledge your presence. 

“what happened here?” you tease, sitting besides him on the couch. his boner is still clearly pressed up against the material. chris shrugs as he mindlessly turns the tv on, purposely ignoring you and your question. maybe if he stays silent you’ll ignore both the tent in his pants and the wet spot that seemed to be growing. “chris.”

“nothing. nothing happened. my phone was just dead.” he whispers, crossing his legs in attempts to cover himself up. your eyes furrow in confusion. had you mentioned his phone? 

“chris…” you pry, tossing the pillow off his lap. he whines in frustration, throwing his head back. he could try to lie his way out of the situation, but he knows there’s no use. 

“well! it’s just… you took way longer than you said you would and i was just getting so frustrated and i haven’t seen you in a week so i started looking at our pictures while i was jerking off and then when you started texting me… it felt good. and i was reading all your text i was! and then i was getting so close and you said you were leaving and i didn’t want you to go so i just… and now… im just. i was so close to cumming and i didn’t okay?!” chris doesn’t even realize how much information he just gave you or what you can do with it. not until he sees the wide smirk on your face. there’s so many different things running through his mind. the most prominent is how incredibly hard he is and how he can’t do anything to fix it right now.

another whine escapes from the depths of his throat when you tug his pants down swiftly, his lack of underwear doing him no favors at all. he wants to tell you to stop– not because he actually wants you to stop but because hes embarrassed by the situation at hand. he squirms at your touch, thrusting his dick against your hand. his tip is embarrassingly red from his unintentional edging earlier, and its covered in so much precum and spit that it seems like he had been at it for hours. when you let him go, his cock slaps against his hoodie covered stomach. no matter how desperately he wants to touch himself and bring himself to the orgasm hes been so desperately craving for what felt like ages, he knew you held the power right now. 

“please… please baby please help me.” chris mumbles, letting out a gasp when you begin to giggle. you were being so cruel to him right now. how was he supposed to act normal and stay quiet when you were just laughing at him and not even helping?

“wheres your phone?” you ask, searching around the couch. chris scrambles to reach into his pocket, handing you the phone with shaky hands. you grab it carefully, holding it up against his length. he was a bit bigger than his phone, but he wasn’t paying much attention to your actions. all he was trying to do was reach the feeling he had been yearning for. chris only starts to pay attention when you grab your own phone and begin to dial a number. he wants to ask who you’re possibly calling in this moment, but he quickly pieces it together when his phone begins to buzz while pressed against his tip. 

there’s a groan that leaves his lips that’s a lot louder than he wants it to be. he doesn’t care right now. right now he just cares about the fact that your call got sent to voicemail and the buzzing halted. “no no nooo!” he whimpers, reaching for your wrist to move it for you. you tsk and shake your head, handing him your phone. “go ahead. call me again. you want it so bad you can work for it.” tears of frustration form in his eyes at your words. fine.

with shaky hands, chris picks up your phone, pressing the call back button. with each ring on your side, the vibrations seem to be getting stronger on his. he knows it’s not possible, but it feels like which each buzz the feeling is getting more and more intense. he lets out a small cry after the fifth or sixth phone call, his cock beginning to twitch between your hand and his phone. 

it’s pathetic, almost, given that it’s only been about two minutes of constant weak vibrations. you almost want to show him sympathy. he must’ve been a lot more desperate than you had expected if he was cumming this soon. “please… fuck mama please let me cum.” he whispers, his hips thrusting up to meet the vibrations all the way through. “y’gonna cum for me? you gonna make a mess all over your phone? imagine what people would think if they knew you used your phone as a sex toy… how would that make you feel? like a desperate little slut?” you reply, clicking his contact on your phone once more. the vibrations start up again as chris moans, nodding his head rapidly. “please! fuck please please.” he whines, biting his lip. his orgasm hits him faster than he expects, because within seconds of his last plea, white spurts of his cum are coating his phone case. it’s a sight you wish you could’ve recorded but both of your phones were occupied. 

it takes chris a second to catch his breath. it takes you a second to comprehend the situation that just went down. you shrug it off— it’s not the weirdest thing you’ve ever done. as you gather your thoughts next to him, you lay your head down on your boyfriends shoulder. “so like… are we still going to the gym or are we gonna go to best buy and get one of those waterproof cases?”

a/n: please nobody talk to me after this one. thanks and apologies in advance.

dividers by @13hoax and @bernardsbendystraws

tags: @mattybsgroupie @whore4mattsturniolo @sosasturns (for the 1 mili party) @darksturnz @surprisecurlyfriesbackup @ribbonlovergirl @ifwdominicfike @frankoceanfanpage @mattssslutbby @sophand4n4 @matthewsturnsgf @izzylovesmatt @m11rx @chris-hallelujah @sturniolotoast @mattsbratt333 @wastelandzella @le4hsblog @mattsd0llfac3 @st7rnioioss @isabellewhatt @sturnslutz @ayesha-eroticaa @bluessturniolo @courta13 @sturns-mermaid @ivysturnss @slutformatt17 @emely9274 @princessesgarden @marrykisskilled @cykss

[mountainsoftreatos]

Just having some thoughts/feels I had to share about Charles’ reaction to Edwin’s confession on the steps of Hell –

People-pleasing Charles – who only feels like a ‘good person’ when he is keeping spirits up and protecting the people he cares about, Edwin most of all – can’t bring himself to respond to Edwin’s confession directly. Initially, Charles cannot bring himself to say “I don’t share those feelings,” because he knows it would hurt Edwin. And hurting Edwin is so antithetical to who he is and wants to be as a person, especially in this moment when Edwin is so vulnerable, when Charles has just seen, for the first time, the torture he had to endure in Hell.

So he compares them to Orpheus and Eurydice. He is trying, in this very stressful moment, to get Edwin to understand, “I love you as much as Orpheus loves Eurydice. I love you enough to risk my entire existence to come down to Hell to get you. No one and nothing could stop me. That is how much I love you.”

And I love Edwin’s response!! Because Charles just compared them to romantic couple, but that doesn’t matter to Edwin if they don’t get out of Hell together. He was serious when he told Charles that he didn’t have to feel the same way. Not being with Charles is the worst possible outcome to Edwin and that is what he focuses on – not the romantic comparison – but the tragic ending.

Charles again tries to avoid addressing Edwin’s confession. When he says he never finished the story, he has this little smile and I’m not actually sure if he is being truthful, or if he does know the story and is trying to make a little joke, but either way, he is trying to tell Edwin, “The important part of the comparison is the strength of love in the story, not how the story ended.”

But Edwin seems even more upset by his answer, his little joke. (I do wonder if it was Crystal pointing out that Charles hides his pain behind a smile that made Edwin push Charles to give him an actual response, or if he would have done it anyways). “I’m being quite serious,” he tells Charles.

And I think Charles realizes that his non-answer is hurting Edwin anyways. He realizes that Edwin needs to know how Charles feels, even if it risks letting Edwin down. And I love Charles’ response:

You, Edwin Payne, are my best mate. That will never change. You are the most important person in the world to me. There’s no one else, no one else, that I would go to Hell for. And we’ve got, and we’ve got literally forever to figure out what the rest means.

These are all very strong, very certain words. He is basically certain about three things:

Edwin is and will always be his best friend.

Charles would risk everything to save Edwin. No one else, just Edwin.

They will be together forever.

Compare that to his line, “And I can’t really say that, like, I’m in love with you back.” There’s uncertainty there! The words “really” and “like” are used as qualifiers, which are words that limit the meaning of another word/phrase. He is softening his words. And telling Edwin “I can’t really say…” is not the same as “I’m not...”, right? “I’m not in love with you back” says,“ I know what I’m feeling and it’s not romantic love.” But “I can’t really say,” communicates, “I do feel something, and in this moment I’m labeling that feeling as not ‘in love’ but that label might not be accurate.” As Jayden Revri said, he leaves it open.

Then he ends by saying they have forever to figure out what the rest means, as long as they get out of Hell – bringing his reassurance back to what Edwin had been concerned about – that they escape Hell together and will be together forever. Okay, lots of thoughts – just had to share!

Ahhhhhh, I just love Charles.

[sturnslutz]

Smut with CEO matt?

this has been rotting in my inbox and drafts because i genuinely don’t know what to write for ceo matt…

matt had invited you over again to babysit amelia. this has been kind of a weekly thing where he just goes to the bar or wherever he needs to on the weekends and you’re stuck at his house watching bluey for 4 hours.

the thing is, he’s basically forgetting about the plans you have. you’re a college student and don’t want to be just at work or babysitting all the time. you actually do have to study, or just hangout with friends.

this is where you’re at, at his house basically arguing.

“matt cmon! i can’t always be at work or babysitting lia! i have an actual life!”

matt scoffs, looking to the side where the staircase is. “i understand that, but you can at least try.” “try to what? try to be sane? no, matt.”

he’s tired of this attitude from you, as his face softens a bit. he knew you were stressed, and he wanted to take that stress away. he walks over, wrapping his arms around your hips and pulling you closer to him softly.

“i know you’re stressed, baby. i’m sorry.” he ducks his head down into your neck, peppering soft kisses across your skin, occasionally biting a bit. “lemme make you feel good, yeah? how’s that sound?”

you can’t miss the growing wet patch in your panties. it’s been a while since you and matt have actually done anything, and you’ve been aching. it doesn’t take long for matt to break your stubbornness, eliciting a small nod and whine from you.

he smirks, grabbing your hand and bringing the two of you upstairs to his room. he pushes you to the bed, closing and locking the door. “lia is watching one of her shows so she should be occupied for a bit, but make sure to watch your volume, bee.” you nod softly as you watch him take his shirt and sweatpants off, you doing the same.

the two of you are left in your underwear, matt grabbing your ankles and bringing you closer to the edge. he kisses your stomach and chest softly, whispering “i’m so sorry” “you deserve better” but those words quickly fade out of your head at the feeling of his lips on your skin.

he can feel your aching, and slips his arms under your chest to unhook your bra, letting your boobs pool out. he leans down and kisses all over them, some open-mouthed. he lets his fingers come to the waistband of your panties, hooking his fingers through them while looking up at you for your approval.

that’s one thing about him, he’s a slut for consent. no matter how many times you two could hookup, he’s always asking. you nod softly, your patience running out. “needa hear words, kid. y’know that.” “yes, matt. you can.” he doesn’t waste another second, tugging down your panties, causing a slight chill to run through you.

he kisses your clit softly, giving it a kitten lick. “matt stop teasing!” a choked sob releases from your mouth as he just nods and chuckles softly. he leans up, taking off his boxers and patting your clit with his tip a couple times.

he slides his tip inside before taking it out in the same second, continuing to tease, earning a small whine from you. he pats your cheek before tugging on it gently. “i know, baby. y’wanna be stuffed, huh? yeah, i know. you’ve been so good taking care of my house.” he coos.

he finally slides himself in, being a bit careful as this was only the second time you guys have actually had sex. he waits for your approval to start moving, and when you finally nod and say, “move”, he does.

he goes in and out slowly before going a bit faster, his eyes stuck on your tits moving and your face twisting in pleasure. a choked moan is released from you as he angles himself a bit differently in you, hitting a certain spot you would never be able to reach.

he smirks at this, continuing to hit it repeatedly, the pleasure almost becoming too much for you. “matt- fuck!” he chuckles softly, patting your cheek once again. “cmon, bee. use your words, smart girl.”

he goes faster, and your thoughts are immediately erased. the pleasure is so good and you can’t believe you’re even able to feel this good.

you cover your mouth tightly as he goes even faster, the sounds the two of you making thankfully covered by the increased volume of bluey matt had turned up before.

the knot in your stomach started tightening by each thrust matt was taking and he noticed this. “gonna cum?” you nod repeatedly, moaning as his thumb makes way to your clit, rubbing softly before pressing slightly harder, and rubbing faster, but not to the point it wasn’t pleasurable.

with a final moan, you release all over him and his eyes make their way to his now even more soaked dick and he groaned a bit at the sight. “m’ almost there, baby. think you can last a bit longer?”

“mmph- yes! yes, i can!” you get out barely and he chuckles at your attempt. he grips his hands on your hips, hitting a certain spot inside you that feels amazing for the both of you.

“wan’ me to fill you up, bee?” he looks up at you as you nod and whine out a small “yes” and he nods, finally stopping his movements, filling you up. he also got another orgasm out of you, so you finished all over him once again.

the mixed fluids of the two of you sat at the base of his dick as he pulled out carefully, earning a small whine out of you. “i’m sorry, bee.” he says softly as he picks up the liquids, pushing them back into you with his middle finger.

he stands up and walks to the bathroom that was thankfully in his room, and grabs a now wet towel and a water bottle.

he comes over to the bed, spreading you apart once again as he pats you softly, cleaning you. once he was finished with you, he used the towel to clean himself up too.

once he was finished, he tossed the towel and cracked open the water for you, holding it up to your lips. “drink, bee.” his hand makes way to the back of your head, lifting it up carefully so you wouldn’t choke.

once you were finished, he drank some of it himself before closing it.

he walked over to his dresser, grabbing you both some clothes, helping you put them on. he tucked you in before finishing dressing himself before kissing your forehead. “i’ll be right back, baby. i’m gonna go check on lia.” you nod softly as he smiles a bit before walking out.

[static-radio-ao3]

quick wash — 21 minutes

i asked si to give me a location, a keyword and a color, she gave me a swing seat on a porch, soft, forest green and it somehow turned into a jegulus laundromat meet cute (sorry) - 1.5k

a birthday gift for @poetskings <3

Regulus, unlike most people, likes the fact that his building doesn’t have a laundry room. He’s somewhat less fond of the lack of heating, but he quite likes the romance of going to a laundromat. Of sitting on those plastic chairs and staring at the dizzying spin of clothes in the machine, the way they tumble in the dryer.

So every Wednesday, which has been laundry day for about as long as he can remember, he packs up his laundry and walks down seven flights of stairs, because of course the elevator doesn’t work in his building either. He brings his headphones and lets the weight of loose change in his pocket ground him.

He greets the laundromat clerk, someone his age who looks like he’s never even heard of ironing his clothes. His hair always looks disheveled, like he rolls out of bed and goes straight to work, but he never tries to talk, which Regulus appreciates.

Regulus remembers hours spent sitting in front of the washing machine as a kid, watching it spin and spin and spin. It was equal parts dizzying and meditative.

He wondered, sometimes, if he could crawl in there. He was small enough (too small, his father's voice corrects). Maybe he could crawl in and spin and spin and spin and come out clean.

If he could not be new, he could at least be clean.

Because there's no washing off the person you are. No matter how hot your showers, no matter the fact that you scrub at your skin until it's raw and pink, no matter no matter no matter.

But sometimes, if you're lucky, you can wash off the person you are. Don a shiny new identity. Make everyone forget the person you were, make sure they only see the person you've become.

Sirius did it, once. Left and never came back and became someone new. Good. Worthy.

It was a Wednesday afternoon, probably, because Regulus had been sitting there, watching the machine spin and spin and spin. He heard Sirius' footsteps, despite his light tread. He heard the front door open. Heard it close again. He didn't realize, at the time, what it meant.

The tiny overhead doorbell jingles, and Regulus looks up almost instinctively. He knows the regulars on Wednesdays. The college student who exclusively wears Thrasher hoodies. The grandma and her dog who she dresses in human clothes.

But this time, it’s none of them. Regulus can’t help the way his heart stutters, a harsh thud, when he lays eyes on the man walking in.

He looks handsome even in the glaring lights of the laundromat. The tiled walls and floors don’t cut him into flat planes. Instead, they soften his edges, cast him in a dreamy glow.

Regulus faintly thinks the man looks like a detergent advertisement.

The man tugs his gloves off and unwinds his scarf from around his neck, the protection against the winter cold excessive in the heat of the laundromat. He’s wearing a dark green sweater, made darker still by the stain that covers most of the front.

Regulus forces his eyes back to the washing machine, watching it spin and spin and spin, until a heavy coat drops down on the seat next to him. The man peels off the sweater revealing a white t-shirt. Regulus sees a thin golden chain disappear under the collar of the shirt.

When the man catches Regulus staring, he lifts his shoulders in a shrug, a bashful smile on his face.

“There was an incident involving a child and hot chocolate and favorite sweater was the unfortunate casualty.” He shakes the sweater a little as if to offer proof. “Didn’t want the stain to set, so here we are.”

“Need a hand?” Regulus asks, but he’s already pushing himself out of his chair before the man has a chance to reply.

The man blinks, surprised. Fair enough, Regulus has never been accused of being polite or helpful. Something to do with the permanent frown of his face, the rigid line of his shoulders.

“Yeah, that’d be— Thanks.”

“You can just put it in,” Regulus says, inclining his head toward the machine. “I’ll grab some detergent.”

Because, sure, he wants to be helpful, but he’s not quite willing to offer up his own detergent, the vanilla cotton one that costs more than any detergent reasonably should. Thankfully this particular laundromat sells detergent by the dose for a few cents.

“Who’s your friend?” The clerk asks, leaning on the counter and glancing over Regulus’ shoulder.

“Not a friend, just helping him out,” Regulus says mildly, rifling through the different bottles of detergent until he finds the right one.

The clerk fixes him with a flat stare. “You’ve been coming here for months and never once have your tried to help someone.”

“Maybe because that’s literally your job,” Regulus quips. “Also ever heard of New Year’s resolutions?”

“It’s February. Little late for those, isn’t it?”

“Okay,” Regulus squints at the name tag, “Evan. Thank you so much for your input.”

“Oh, shit, wrong shirt again,” Evan (?) grumbles, fiddling with the tag on his shirt. “Boss is gonna kill me.”

Regulus opens his mouth to say— something, probably, but he decides he’s better off leaving it alone, so he fills a tiny cup with detergent, drops a few cents in the clerk’s hand and heads back to the machines.

He makes quick work of setting up the machine, selecting the shortest program, quick wash — 21 minutes.

“I’m James, by the way.”

Regulus settles back into his chair, offering his own name in return.

“Oh, like the star! That’s such a coincidence, one of my friends is also named after a star.”

Regulus’ mind flashes to another boy named after a star, but he pushes the thought away. “Yeah, well, you know what they say,” he mumbles awkwardly, unsure how to proceed and the floor unsteady under his feet even though he’s sitting.

“No?” James says, voice climbing and head tilted. He shoves his coat to the side, making space for himself next to Regulus. “What do they say?”

Great question. “Nothing, it’s— nothing.”

Spin and spin and spin, washing away sin and sin and sin.

“So,” James asks after a while, shifting in his seat to face Regulus. “You come here often? Wait, shit, that sounded like a bad pick-up line. I just meant that you seem to know your way around these things.”

“Yeah, my building doesn’t have a laundry room and this place is just down the street, so I’m here pretty much every week.”

“Cool,” James says, and the worst part is that he genuinely seems to find that cool. James pulls out his phone, and Regulus knows he should look away — privacy and all that, but Regulus isn’t looking at the screen at all. His eyes catch on James’ hands, big and veiny.

When James moves again, Regulus catches a whiff of his cologne. And Regulus tries to be normal about it, tries not to inhale too deeply and trap the scent into his lungs, but James smells woodsy and soft. Sunny pines, like forest green personified.

Regulus can picture him a swing seat on a porch on a cool summer evening, a breeze tousling his dark curls. Regulus blinks, suddenly back under the harsh glare of the laundromat lights.

“What about you?” James asks, expecting Regulus to know what he’s been talking about, which is a reasonable expectation, but there is unfortunately static in Regulus’ brain.

When Regulus is silent for too long, James laughs. It’s not a mean laugh, or a cruel one, like his mother’s laughter. It’s not at Regulus’ expense, like his father’s laughter. He feels warmed by the sound, and can’t help the bashful smile that appears on his face.

“I was just asking what you do for a living,” James repeats.

“Oh! I work at a bookstore. I’m the buyer for our children’s section, actually. And I have Tuesdays and Wednesdays off, hence the laundromat.”

“Do you have a favorite book?” James asks. Then he adds, “Personally, I’m a huge fan of Green Eggs and Ham.”

It’s a bad joke, really, but Regulus can’t help the amused huff that escapes him. James’ eyes brighten, leaning a little closer to Regulus as if desperate to hear it again. Like Regulus is the sun and James is a flower.

They talk while James’ sweater spins and spins and spins. Talk about books and movies and TV shows. They talk while Regulus unloads the dryer and folds his shirts, the fabric warm under his fingertips. He’s meticulous about it, moving slow despite the practice, desperate to prolong the interaction. Desperate to coax another laugh out of James, warm and low and rumbling.

Eventually though, he’s got all of his clothes sorted away in his bag, James’ sweater almost done washing and then needing a little while to dry, too.

But before Regulus can be too disappointed about it, James asks, “Same time next week?” His eyes are bright and soft behind his glasses, a tiny smudge right on the edge.

“Sure,” Regulus says. He tucks his smile away for safekeeping. When he gets back home, he drops it in the jar of pennies on his desk.

[jmliebert]

♡ Nanami in bed ♡

a little extension of what I wrote earlier. read it first, then come back here and… enjoy

Nanami is an exquisite balance of giving and taking. he’s deeply attentive, always making sure you’re satisfied first, but when he takes, he takes (!) with an intensity that leaves you shattered (in the most delicious way possible)

has a provider’s mindset, and obviously that extends into the bedroom. there’s a certain dominance in the way he touches you, a silent claim in every kiss, every deep thrust. possessive and protective

easily aroused, just you being yourself is enough to make him want you bad. a glance, a soft sigh, the way you stretch after waking up—it all fuels his need, and he needs you endlessly

when it comes to foreplay, oh..he takes his time, making you all nice and ready for him with touching diligence. he’ll lift you effortlessly just to kiss you deeper, hold you close like you’re something precious and it makes you feel fragile in the best way possible

loves giving head, not just as foreplay but as a way to see you unravel beneath him. watching your face hungrily from between your thighs, enjoying the way you shudder under his tongue, supersensitive after orgasm (and he still doesn’t stop, making you scream almost)

loves rough sex—deep, demanding kisses, spanking, biting—but never crosses the line. his sharp eyes are always on you, reading every expression, knowing exactly when to push and when to pull back. you trust him completely because no matter how intense it gets, there’s always a deep undercurrent of care and love

his voice is deep and smooth, laced with filth and appreciation. he’ll whisper how wet you are, how good you feel, how he could fuck you all night. he makes you feel both desired and worshiped in the same breath, and he adores how reactive you all to his little dirty talks

hard, possessive strokes paired with gentle caresses. one hand spanking you, the other cradling your face. he loves positions that let him watch you—pressed against the wall, bent over the mattress, or straddling him while he guides you with firm hands on your hips

confidence in bed, he doesn’t need to prove anything—he just knows what he’s doing. he’s not into extreme kinks or excessive toys, but he’ll have you in every possible position, in every possible place. the bed, the couch, the floor, even the kitchen counter—if he wants you, he’ll have you

also a car sex enthusiast, loves the thrill of it. his hand starts on your knee, then moves up your thigh, teasing you until one of you snaps. either you end up going down on him, or he finds a secluded spot where he can take you properly. he likes having you ride him in the driver’s seat, his mouth on your nipples, his hands gripping your hips, guiding you with a mix of control and need

can be messy in the moment, but clean afterward. he doesn’t mind the mess during sex—sweat, fluids, whatever—but afterward, he’s meticulous. he’ll clean you up himself, maybe even carry you to the shower, washing your body with slow, unhurried care. and yes, he will change the sheets before bed

plus, you’ll never be left cold, hungry, or uncomfortable when Nanami is around. he’ll drape you in his T-shirt, bring you water, make sure you’re completely taken care of. he’ll massage any sore spots, trace over any love bites, and hold you even closer that night (especially if the sex was really rough)

clingy in his own way, won’t let you sleep without touching you. the moment you settle in, he’s pulling you close, inhaling your scent, running his fingers through your hair. he murmurs something soft against your ear—maybe a compliment, maybe something teasing—but the warmth in his voice makes you melt

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

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[amomentsescape]

Could I request a reader that's stronger than the slashers? The reader can lift twice the weight and can work twice the time. It's the slasher that is sweating till their clothes stick to their skin, it's the slasher that falls to their knees, its the slasher that pants like a dog and the reader hands them a drink and tells them to "sit this one out, I can handle it".

Slashers with Stronger! Reader

Slashers x Reader (Separate)

Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, Stu, Vincent, & Bo

A/N: I wrote this more accurate to how I see the Slashers, and a couple of them are literally paranormal anomalies. So there are some that I just couldn't see Reader being able to out beat in this situation!

Freddy Krueger

This is a bit of a tricky situation

Physically, you are stronger and more capable than Freddy

And he doesn't mind really

He likes the challenge

But the problem comes in with the fact that he literally has supernatural abilities

So what he may lack in strength, he makes up for in creativity

He likes to bring you into his world some nights, setting up a little chase scene to test your strength

And he's always impressed with how long and how bravely you're willing to go

But unless you're also a dream demon, he's going to always have the upper hand

Michael Myers

Based on his prior experience and hard-to-believe survival situations, he isn't one to beat

Even with your own immense strength and endurance, Michael has a leg up

He just might not let you know it

He doesn't need you to know he's got you beat, as long as he knows it, he's fine

He'll even let you believe that you're stronger; he doesn't care

But if push comes to shove, you better believe he'll show his full power

Whether you're ready for it or not

Jason Voorhees

Jason admires your strength and ability

If anything, it makes him feel good that you're able to look out for yourself if you have to

Though, he rarely lets you out of his sight so it's not really needed

Jason is quite literally a supernatural phenomenon

So unfortunately, you're not really going to have him beat

But he doesn't ever want to diminish your confidence

He'll let you win arm wrestling or endurance activities to encourage you

He wants you to feel strong, because you are

He'd never want to bring down that feeling in you, no matter what

Thomas Hewitt

He is definitely taken aback at first, but he soon grows to love it

Unlike some of the other Slashers, he won't ever have you do the work on you're own

Now that he knows what you're capable of, he has you help out beside him

Doesn't ask you to do anything unless he plans on being out there with you

He's still hesitant letting you use any sharp objects, but if you want to do the heavy lifting, then by all means go ahead

He likes this dynamic between you two, and he feels like it helps get things done faster around the home

He always shows his appreciation with a firm hug and soft gaze

Bubba Sawyer

It's difficult to out lift Bubba; no one has ever accomplished it before

But the day you lifted a full wagon over your head like it was nothing was the day Bubba found himself at a loss for words (more like a loss for squeals and whines, but you get the idea)

Now, anytime you pick up something heavy or are able to out work Bubba, he just jumps up and down and claps happily

He loves that you're a hard worker just like him!

And he knows his Mama is just as happy to have another pair of hands to pull some weight around the homestead

Your ability doesn't make Bubba feel insecure in the slightest

Brahms Heelshire

Oddly enough, Brahms doesn't feel too emasculated by your strength and endurance

At first, he didn't really believe it

But after seeing it with his own eyes, he knows

However, this unfortunately just means more work for you

Since you're stronger than him, he's going to tack on extra work for you to do around the house

He's literally had you carry him to bed before because he knows you can

In a way, it just causes him to act even more child-like

It's a win for him, but not so much for you

Norman Bates

He would never admit it out loud, but he likes having someone who is bigger and stronger than him

His mother was always his caregiver and protector, so he knew that if anything happened to her, he'd want a partner that would do the same

It's not to be said that he wouldn't step in if you ever needed it

But he knows that you won't

He's seen what you can do

You've done a lot for him that he was unable to do himself

The moment you say you've got it, he'll happily step back and admire your strength

Billy Loomis

Billy is a bit of a contradiction

The majority of him wants to be angry

He feels very emasculated by your ability as well

But there's also a teensy tiny bit of him that kind of finds it hot you can do what you can do

He will never say this to you in a million years though

So for now, whenever you out lift him or run further than he can, he'll huff and puff and roll his eyes

He'll make remarks about how you "clearly don't need him" and will pout in whatever corner he can find

He's never been the "weaker" one in the relationship before, so he truly doesn't know what to do with himself

Stu Macher

He's kind of into it, to be honest

He doesn't mind being the "tough" one in the relationship, but he likes that you can pull your weight too

It honestly helps him out a lot

Whenever he's stuck in a sticky situation during one of his... scavenges, he knows who to call

He'll be right there if you ask for help, but if you tell him you can handle something on your own, he won't argue

He'll just stand back and smile

Knowing you can hold your own too helps give him peace of mind that you'll always be protected, even if he's not there

Vincent Sinclair

He is honestly very neutral about your capabilities and doesn't really see it as any type of comparison

You each have your own strengths (physically and mentally) that are different, and he's cool with that

He's having trouble lifting something? He'll just come to you

He's feeling extra fatigued and having trouble completing his tasks? You lend him a hand

And he always helps you out with other things too that he may be better suited for

There's no competition or feelings of inferiority between you two

You accept and love each other's differences, and Vincent is super happy with that

Bo Sinclair

Yeah, not a fan

He's very much the type to want his partner to basically be dependent on him

He wants to feel needed, and your superior strength not only contradicts that, it makes him feel inferior

It wouldn't be past Bo to make snide remarks in hopes of dwindling your strength just enough to have him come out on top

He wants to be your protector, he wants to be the muscle

And you not allowing him to be puts him in a foul mood

Unfortunately, you're either going to have to fake it or let him take full control

You're not going to see a happy Bo until then

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Random Headcanons (18+)

BVT!Leonardo x reader

A/N: It feels like AGES since I’ve made something for Batman VS TMNT, so I felt like it was time to bring it back. Here ya go💙

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Implied smut, rough and vanilla💙

When you first got involved with Leonardo, he didn’t seem like the type of guy that was interested in anything sexual. He seemed very cold when you first met him, with an unmoving face like it was made of stone, rarely smiling and often brooding. Well, that was until you hugged him for the first time, and after that, he seemed to warm up to you, seeking much more physical contact than ever before. It’s almost like he had never been hugged like, or let anybody hug him like that for that matter.

When you and Leo finally became a couple, it didn’t take much before Leo was willing to be more physically intimate with you. While you were still just friends, he would often hug you out of nowhere, or keep an arm around you in some way shape or form. Once you got into an actual relationship, that just escalated, to Leo wrapping his legs with yours, pulling you onto his lap so he could hug for hours on end, and - well - let his hands wander places they had never wandered before.

As much as Leo loved and enjoyed having sex with you, he still held himself to a certain standard - no sex before he had had his daily practice. That usually meant that he would wake up much earlier than you, so that he could get his practice in, so you could experience your morning sex. It was only when he was staying over at your place, that he was willing to skip practice in order to be physically intimate. Who would have thought. Leo, the focused leader, skipping practice for sex? If his brothers knew, they would lose their minds.

Leo wasn’t necessarily hard and rough, but he wasn’t but he wasn’t slow and soft either. He was very good at mixing things up, matching whatever it was that you needed in that moment. Sometimes you needed something more rough, and sometimes you needed something more vanilla. Sometimes he needed something a little harder to get out some frustrations, and sometimes he needed something more soft and passionate in order to relax after a long day.

But no matter what kind of sex you and Leo had been having, he was very much a cuddle bug, that invested a lot of time in aftercare. He just really loved feeling your warm body against him, as the two of you relaxed together, talking about whatever that was on your minds.

[homosexualgirlandbags]

Nikolai would rather die than admit that he was panicking right now.

Middle of the night, after him and Price have just had a quick shag, the both men are in a pile on the bed, forgoing clothes in exchange for the comfort of knowing that they were both still alive. Nikolai could feel his love gently snoring on him, his chest grumbling with every breath he took. He can feel his stubble gently poking his chest, the serene look on John's face as he quietly snores the night away. His arms lazily tucked underneath the pillow and around him, trapping him under layers of heat. For all purposes, he would have normally fallen asleep by then, sure ending himself to the blissfulness of dreams.

And yet Nikolai couldn't sleep. Eyes boring into the ceiling fan lazily spinning above him. His chest felt tight, with an uncomfortable feeling dawning down on him the longer he kept himself awake. The clock ticks on slowly in the background, reminding him that he really should be sleeping right now instead of thinking about the past.

Nikolai sighs, closing his eyes before the screams of the innocent rings in his ears again, causing him to open them up again, breath still heavy from the screams of children running beside him, behind him. He could feel his legs getting grabbed by tiny hands that will never grow up, trying desperately to find solace in something as they ran out of the building with other 20 something's soldiers, all of whom were now peacefully asleep on the ground, 6 feet under. He could feel the sweat between his brows, far too much like the ones dripping down back in Russia, his chest growing more heavier with each breath he took.

He had been an idiot back then, thinking he could have changed the world for the better by joining the military, thinking he could at least make his family proud about one thing for once in his life. He had stupidly signed up for the military, a young 20 something, clean shaven Nikolai, signing papers he didn't read through enough, didn't know what he was signing up for-

Nikolai couldn't feel the tears slowly dripping down from his eyes, too occupied with ghosts of the past running with him. Breathing was much harder now, and he swears he could almost see the silhouettes of the children he had failed to save, shadows of men who are all quietly berating him for living the life he has, questioning why he didn't die alongside them, why he had been the lucky one to survive. He glances up at the ceiling, trying to find something for his mind to latch onto, only to find nothing but more painful reminders of his failures.

His shallow breathing only serves to distract him from the fact that John was awake, hands already gently cupping his face, lips kissing on the tear streaks on his face. The Brit was laying next to him now, slowly angling his body to face him. Nikolai was forced to tear his gaze away from the shadows, instead now focusing on the man beside him, bed tossled hair and soft blue eyes staring back at him.

They both don't speak that night, Price staying quiet as he held the normally undeterred russian against him, letting him sob and rant against his chest in different languages all night long, only getting up once to grab a pitcher of water for Nik. He stays silent as the russian spoke, words spewing out between sobs and hiccups as he recalls details of the incident, describing every single detail on the kids faces as they ran. John keels Nikolais head tucked against him, noting down everything he said, his voice soothing the russian fears of the past, gently reassuring his actions and bringing the russian back to reality.

Both of them don't talk about that night the morning after, going on about their usual schedules while Nikolai ignores the ever growing pit of guilt in him.

Still, he doesn't miss the way Price quietly pats his back on nights where his guilt catches up onto him, silently assuring him that he'll stay no matter what.

[lightdancingwords]

Second Chances - Part Fourteen of ?

Pairings: Beau Arlen x Y/N Female reader Series Summary: A chance meeting in a grocery store brings a second chance for you and for Beau. The only thing standing in your way are your respective pasts... and a tiny little roadblock. Word Count: 3,199 Tags/Warnings: SO. MUCH. FLUFF. And a minor car accident, surgery, medical scare. A/N: Comments, Likes, Reblogs, Kind feedback are always highly appreciated. Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

Note: I've several of you comment this, so here's official statement: I am likely to never end this story at this rate! I'm loving Beau and his relationship with Y/N! So until I'm burnt out on Beau or run out of ideas... consider this story ongoing! Divider: credit to @sweetmelodygraphics

Chapter Fourteen: A Little Miracle

The weeks following the Victor Hanlon case brought a welcome change to Beau’s life. For the first time in what felt like forever, there was no looming threat, no murderer taunting him in the shadows. The town had finally found peace—and so had he.

At home, things had shifted. Y/N had begun working part-time, cutting back her hours as her pregnancy progressed. Beau insisted it was time for her to slow down, and though she was hesitant at first, she soon found comfort in the extra time spent at home. She filled the afternoons with nesting—folding tiny baby clothes, arranging the nursery, and making sure every last detail was ready before their new arrival.

Beau, in turn, had committed himself to being present. He kept strict work hours, making sure that once he was home, he wasn’t just physically there—he was there. No more late nights, no more falling asleep at his desk. He made a point to leave the stress of the job at the door, because nothing in the world mattered more than his family.

Each evening was precious. He’d come home to the sound of Eliza’s laughter as she played in the living room, her curls bouncing as she ran into his arms the moment he stepped through the door. “Bo-Bo!” she would squeal, clinging to him like a koala as he scooped her up.

“Hey there, wolf-child,” he’d murmur, pressing a kiss to her head before setting her down to go greet Y/N.

And Y/N—God, Y/N. She was radiant. She always had been, but there was something about seeing her carry their child, watching the way she cradled her belly as she moved through the house, that sent a wave of warmth through his chest every time. She was softer now, more at ease, and it filled him with relief. He’d almost lost her once—to distance, to fear—but now? Now she looked at him the way she always had, with love that was unwavering and sure.

The nursery became their shared project, something they could do together after Eliza went to sleep. Beau had insisted on assembling the crib himself, despite Y/N’s amused skepticism.

“You sure about this, cowboy?” she teased, leaning against the doorframe as she watched him struggle with the instructions.

“I built a shed once, Y/N. I think I can handle a crib,” he grumbled, flipping the page of the manual.

She laughed, stepping forward to press a kiss to his cheek. “Just let me know when you need my help.”

And, of course, he did need her help—half an hour later when he realized he’d put one of the pieces on backward. But Y/N never teased him for it. Instead, they worked side by side, laughter filling the nursery as they pieced everything together.

By the time they were done, Beau stood back, hands on his hips as he admired their handiwork. “Not bad,” he said, wrapping an arm around Y/N’s shoulders.

She leaned into him, her head resting against his chest. “Not bad at all.”

Each night, once the house was quiet and Eliza was asleep, Beau and Y/N would retreat to their bedroom. It was in these quiet moments, under the soft glow of the bedside lamp, that they truly reconnected, no longer sheriff and expectant mother but simply Beau and Y/N—two people deeply in love, savoring the stillness that came with knowing they were exactly where they belonged.

Beau would pull Y/N close, his strong arms wrapped around her as she settled against him, her body warm and soft from exhaustion. His beard had grown back over the past two months, neatly trimmed now, the rough edge of it brushing against her temple as he nuzzled close. He had always been a touch-driven man, and with Y/N, that need was even stronger. His hand would instinctively find her belly, his fingers trailing gentle, absentminded patterns over the curve where their child grew.

“Is the little one movin’?” he murmured against her hair, his voice thick with sleep but filled with curiosity.

Y/N hummed softly, her hand sliding over his as they both rested against her belly. “Yeah,” she whispered. “You feel that?”

Beau went still, his breath catching slightly when he felt the tiny, fluttering kick beneath his palm. He grinned, the warmth of the moment settling deep in his chest. “They’re gettin’ stronger,” he mused, his voice full of wonder.

Y/N chuckled, her eyes still closed as she leaned into him. “Well, they take after you.”

“Nah,” Beau murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “They take after their mama.”

She smiled, though there was a teasing lilt to her voice. “That’s assuming they’re a ‘they’ and not a ‘he’ or a ‘she.’”

Beau huffed a soft laugh. “You still sure about not findin’ out?”

Y/N turned slightly in his arms, looking up at him with those warm, knowing eyes that always made his heart stutter. “I like the surprise,” she admitted. “The wonder of it. Don’t you?”

He studied her for a long moment, his fingers brushing up and down her spine as he considered. Finally, he sighed, nodding. “Yeah. I do.” His lips curved into a slow smile, one of pure contentment. “Either way, they’ve got a hell of a mama waitin’ for ‘em.”

Y/N reached up, cupping his face, her thumb tracing lightly over the trimmed edge of his beard. “And a damn good daddy.”

Beau exhaled, pressing into her touch. “I can’t wait to meet ‘em,” he murmured. “To hold ‘em. To see who they take after.”

Y/N smiled, pressing a lingering kiss to his jaw. “Me too.”

Beau tightened his arms around her, holding her as close as her growing belly would allow. He kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then the corner of her lips before finally capturing them in a slow, tender kiss—one that spoke of love, of devotion, of the life they were building together.

And as the night stretched on, wrapped in warmth and love, Beau finally allowed himself to believe it. The storm had passed, and what remained was stronger than ever.

They were home. They were whole.

And soon, they would be complete.

The late morning sun filtered through the blinds of the sheriff’s department, casting soft lines across Beau’s desk. It was an easy day for once—no major cases, no looming threats. Just paperwork and the kind of slow, methodical work that came with keeping a town in order. He didn’t mind it. It gave him time to breathe, to settle into this quieter phase of his life.

Y/N had left for her doctor’s appointment not long ago, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips before heading out the door. “I’ll be back before lunch,” she’d promised, rubbing her belly with an affectionate smile. “You behave yourself while I’m gone.”

He’d grinned at her, tipping his hat. “I make no promises, darlin’.”

Now, as he leaned back in his chair, skimming over a report, he let his mind drift to her. To their baby, growing stronger by the day. To the future he was finally able to picture so clearly—marriage, raising their kids, growing old together. He was exactly where he was meant to be.

Then Doris’s phone rang.

Beau barely registered it at first, too engrossed in his paperwork, but the moment she answered, he caught the sudden shift in her tone. The lighthearted lilt in her voice disappeared, replaced by something sharper, something that made his stomach twist before he even knew why.

“Wait—slow down,” Doris said, sitting up straighter in her chair. “Where is she now?”

Beau’s head snapped up, his heart already hammering. He was on his feet before he even realized he’d moved.

Doris met his gaze, her face pale. “Sheriff…” she hesitated, gripping the phone tightly. “It’s Y/N. She was in an accident.”

Everything in the room faded—the sounds of quiet chatter, the rustling of papers, the hum of the fluorescent lights. All of it blurred into nothing as Beau felt the air leave his lungs.

“What?” His voice was low, sharp, controlled—but barely.

“She was on her way back from the doctor’s office,” Doris said quickly, her expression tight with worry. “A truck ran a red light—hit the driver’s side. Paramedics are with her now.”

Beau didn’t wait for more. He was already moving, his boots pounding against the floor as he grabbed his hat and keys. Jenny stepped out of her office just in time to see him rush past.

“Beau—what’s going on?”

He didn’t stop, didn’t slow. “It’s Y/N.”

Jenny’s face paled, but she was right behind him, reaching for her radio. “I’m coming with you.”

The drive was a blur of sirens and speed. Beau barely heard Jenny’s voice as she relayed their arrival to dispatch. His hands were tight around the steering wheel, his knuckles white, his heart slamming against his ribs.

He’d never been this scared. Not when Victor Hanlon had been hunting him. Not when he’d stared down the barrel of a gun before. This was different. This was her. His Y/N. The mother of his child. The woman who had become his entire world.

The hospital came into view, and Beau slammed the truck into park, barely waiting for it to stop before jumping out. He was through the emergency entrance in seconds, his eyes wild as he scanned the waiting area.

A nurse at the front desk looked up as he approached, her expression shifting to sympathy the moment she saw him. “Sheriff Arlen?”

Jenny knew there was nothing she could say to calm him. Beau had been through gunfights, taken down killers, but nothing in his life had ever terrified him like this.

“Where is she?” His voice came out low and sharp, filled with barely contained panic.

The nurse hesitated for a split second, then gestured toward a set of double doors. “She’s in the operating room. The accident triggered premature labor. There were complications, so they’re performing an emergency C-section.”

Beau felt the air rush out of his lungs like he’d been punched. “Complications?” His voice was tight, barely controlled.

“She lost consciousness briefly on the way here,” the nurse explained quickly, “and her blood pressure was dangerously high. The doctors determined it was safest for both her and the baby to proceed with surgery.”

Beau swallowed hard. His entire body felt numb. He couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.

“I need to be with her,” he demanded, his voice rough with emotion.

The nurse hesitated. “Sheriff—”

“I need to be with her,” Beau repeated, his jaw clenching, his green eyes filled with a desperate kind of determination. “Please.”

The nurse held his gaze for a long moment, then nodded. “I’ll get you scrubbed in.”

The sterile scent of the OR filled Beau’s nose as he stepped inside, his body encased in scrubs, his heart hammering in his chest. The bright lights illuminated the surgical table where Y/N lay, her body draped in blue surgical sheets. Her face was pale, her eyes fluttering open as he approached.

“Beau,” she whispered weakly, her lips barely moving.

He was by her side in an instant, grabbing her hand, his fingers threading tightly through hers. “I’m here, darlin’,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’m right here.”

She tried to smile, but exhaustion weighed heavily on her. “The baby…”

“They’re gonna be okay,” Beau reassured her, even though fear clawed at his chest. “You’re gonna be okay.”

The doctor glanced at him briefly. “Sheriff, we’re about to begin. Just focus on her.”

Beau nodded, his grip on Y/N’s hand tightening as the procedure started. He heard the quiet murmurs of the surgical team, the soft clinking of instruments, but all of it faded into the background. The only thing that mattered was the woman beside him.

Y/N let out a shaky breath, her fingers squeezing his. “I’m scared.”

Beau leaned closer, his lips brushing against her temple. “I know, darlin’. But you’re strong. And I swear to you, everything’s gonna be just fine.”

Minutes stretched into eternity. Beau held his breath, waiting, praying. Then—

A cry.

A sharp, piercing wail filled the room, strong and insistent. Beau’s heart nearly stopped before it slammed back into rhythm, his breath catching in his throat.

“Congratulations,” the doctor said. “It’s a boy.”

A boy.

Beau let out a shaky laugh, his eyes glistening as he looked down at Y/N. “Did you hear that, darlin’?” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “We’ve got a son.”

Y/N let out a soft, relieved sob, her lips trembling. “A boy,” she repeated, her eyes shining.

Beau glanced up as the doctor carefully lifted their baby, wrapping him in a blanket before handing him to a nurse. The tiny newborn let out another cry, his little fists waving in the air.

“Would you like to hold him?” the nurse asked.

Beau swallowed hard, his entire world narrowing to the small bundle being placed into his arms. He cradled his son carefully, his breath catching as he looked down at the tiny, pink-cheeked face.

“Hey there, little man,” Beau whispered, his voice breaking. “I’m your daddy.”

The baby quieted slightly, blinking up at him with unfocused eyes. Beau let out a soft laugh, pure love crashing over him like a tidal wave. He turned to Y/N, gently lowering their son so she could see him.

“He’s perfect,” she whispered, her fingers trembling as she reached out to touch the baby’s tiny hand.

Beau pressed another kiss to her forehead. “Just like his mama.”

Y/N let out a tired, contented sigh, her fingers brushing over the baby’s soft skin. “We need a name.”

Beau nodded, gazing down at their son. “What do you think, darlin’?”

Y/N smiled weakly. “You pick.”

He looked at the baby, his heart swelling with something indescribable. He thought of the strength Y/N had shown, of the fight she’d endured to bring their son into the world. He thought of the love he felt for his family, of the home they’d built together.

“What about Caleb?” Beau murmured. “Caleb Arlen.”

Y/N’s smile widened. “Caleb,” she whispered, nodding. “I love it.”

Beau exhaled, holding their son a little closer. “Welcome to the world, Caleb,” he murmured.

As the medical team finished tending to Y/N, Beau sat beside her, their son cradled between them. Relief, love, and exhaustion blended together in the best way possible.

They had made it.

And now, their family was complete.

The steady beep of the monitors was the only sound in the quiet hospital room. The sterile scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, but to Beau, the space felt warm—because she was here, because their son was here.

Y/N lay propped up in the hospital bed, still pale but awake, her hand resting protectively on Caleb’s tiny body as he slept peacefully against her chest. His little fingers twitched in his sleep, his breaths slow and steady.

Beau sat in the chair beside them, one hand covering Y/N’s, his other resting lightly on Caleb’s back. He couldn’t take his eyes off them. The past twenty-four hours had been a nightmare, a blur of panic, fear, and desperation. But now, here they were. Alive. Safe.

“You really scared me, darlin’,” Beau murmured, his voice rough with emotion.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes soft but tired. “I scared myself.” Her fingers curled over his. “I don’t even remember the crash. Just waking up in the ambulance and—” Her voice caught, and she took a shaky breath. “And realizing something was wrong.”

Beau exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. He had faced killers, had stared death in the eye more times than he cared to count. But nothing—not a single moment in his life—had terrified him more than the thought of losing her.

“When Doris told me…” He shook his head, running a hand over his face. “I’ve never driven so fast in my damn life. And then they told me you were in surgery, that there were complications—” His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat, his grip on her hand tightening. “I thought I was gonna lose you, Y/N. I thought—”

“I know,” she whispered, her fingers brushing against his knuckles. “I know, Beau.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to steady himself. “I don’t ever wanna feel like that again.”

Y/N’s free hand lifted, cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing over the trimmed stubble along his jaw. “I’m here,” she murmured. “I’m okay. We’re okay.”

Beau leaned into her touch, pressing a kiss to her palm before looking down at Caleb, who was still sleeping peacefully against his mother. “And him?”

Y/N smiled weakly, her fingers ghosting over Caleb’s tiny back. “He’s early, but the doctors say he’s strong. He’s perfect.”

Beau exhaled slowly, his heart aching with love and gratitude. He traced a careful finger down Caleb’s tiny arm, marveling at how small he was. “He is,” Beau murmured. “Tough, just like his mama.”

Y/N let out a soft laugh, though it quickly turned into a wince. “Oof. Don’t make me laugh yet.”

Beau immediately frowned, his concern flaring. “Are you in pain? Should I get the nurse?”

She shook her head, squeezing his hand. “I’m okay, Beau. Just sore. I just need to rest.”

Beau nodded, his fingers tightening around hers. “Then you rest, darlin’. I’ve got you.”

Y/N closed her eyes briefly, her breathing steadying. Beau watched her for a long moment, then gently lifted Caleb from her chest, cradling him in his arms. The baby stirred slightly but remained asleep, his tiny lips parting as he nestled into Beau’s chest.

Beau swallowed past the lump in his throat as he held his son. The weight of him, the warmth—it grounded him. He pressed a soft kiss to Caleb’s forehead, his voice thick with emotion.

“You and your mama scared the hell outta me, little man,” he murmured. “But I swear to you, I’ll never let anything happen to either of you. You hear me? Never.”

Y/N watched him, her heart swelling as she saw the fierce love in Beau’s eyes. “You’re gonna be the best dad, Beau.”

He looked at her then, his green eyes soft and full of conviction. “I learned from the best,” he murmured. “From you.”

Y/N smiled sleepily, her body finally relaxing as she let herself drift into much-needed rest. Beau stayed where he was, rocking Caleb gently, his world finally settling into place.

The storm had passed. And now, all that was left was love, healing, and the life they were building together.

Beau pressed another kiss to his son’s forehead before whispering, “Welcome to the world, Caleb Arlen. You’ve got one hell of a family waitin’ for you.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, everything was exactly as it should be.

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[bonedo-enthusiast]

puppy hybrid jaehyun 𐂐◯𓇋 (mjh)

desc: a drabble of puppy hybrid jaehyun.

warnings: smut, mdni!, puppy hybrid, sub!jaehyun, gn!reader, breeding kink, biting/nipping, humping/rutting, a bit of degradation, dacryphilia, jaehyun being a brat, + lmk if i missed anything!

wc: 553

i think we can all agree that jaehyun would 100% be a puppy hybrid.

more specifically, he gives me beagle!hybrid vibes.

beagles are very loyal, have a very cheerful demeanor, and get up to plenty of antics, which i think all suits jaehyun perfectly!

plus i imagine hybrid!jaehyun with his soft brown hair, with soft brown floppy ears to match!

i think when he gets shy, he would use his ears to cover his face. (he doesn’t get shy super often around you but sometimes you’ll give him a look that immediately makes him blush and get hard.)

also, beagle-hybrid!jaehyun has a pretty big oral fixation, so sometimes you might find him absentmindedly chewing on his ear. 

oh, that’s another thing: nibbling.

hybrid!jaehyun loves to nibble on your skin, especially if it’s your neck.

he’ll be resting his head in the crook of your neck as he so often does and just suddenly starts nipping at your neck for no reason other than he likes the feeling (and maybe also because he’s always so needy 🤭).

when he gets turned on, one of his favorite things is to (not so) subtly rut against something–the bed, a pillow, or, even better, your leg.

a big whiner!

always whining about something, whether it’s about how you’re being so mean not letting him cum or how badly he wants to touch you.

sometimes he whines even when he’s getting what he wants, whining that it’s too much and he can’t take what you’re giving him. 

would love it if you tied pretty little pink bows around the base of his ears, cooing about how adorable he looks. 

and if you did that during foreplay? he’d be a goner.

hybrid!jaehyun has a habit of sticking his tongue out–it’s one of the telltale signs you know he’s close to cumming. 

he just gets so lost in the pleasure that it’s all he can focus on. he’s just a dumb puppy. :( (lovingly)

speaking of being a dumb puppy, sometimes he’ll be bratty and act coy about it.

for instance, he’ll sometimes grope you or touch himself right in front of you while acting like he’s not doing anything wrong. 

and then of course he whines and protests while you punish him

he also likes to sometimes send you videos or audios of him getting himself off, especially if you’re at work.

what can he say? he just misses you and your touch so much–it’s obviously not his fault you do this to him! :(( 

since beagles are so energetic, you can bet that hybrid!jaehyun has a high libido. 

like… he could go for three or four rounds and still be rutting against you. 

as a result, he’s a big fan of overstim and loves it when you bring him to tears, absolutely ruining him. 

one of the more secretive quirks of hybrid!jaehyun that he’s a bit ashamed of is his breeding kink.

what can he say? as a beagle hybrid, he has a strong desire to repeatedly fill you up with his cum.

he loves it when you get off of his dick, watching his cum trickling out of your cunt down your thighs.

the sight never fails to make him hard again, no matter how many times he has already cum. 

a/n: special shout out to @blueberrybeomgyu because their bunny hybrid riwoo fic inspired this one a lil. love you baby boo sweetie darling. <3

[soundkiller0017]

When a door is close. A new one opens.

(Warning. This is not a betrayed story. There is more happening. The council of Remmant is corrupted and there are more problems besides the Grimm in Remmant)

Jaune Arc and Blake Belladonna were expell of Beacon Academy. After the events of the dock they where summon to the headmaster office. What happend was that the council found about Jaune's forge transcript and Blake been a ex White Fang, with ties to Adam Taurus.

Ozpin: This is not eassy to do. But you both are expell

Blake and Jaune were shocked, but the they knew something like this could happend.

Ozpin: But, I will not left you go with without help.

Ozpin then gave them a large stacks of lien to both of them.

Ozpin: I know both situations and that you two will not go with your familys. So you have some financial.

Both Jaune and Blake left the office. Then Ozpin finnaly took off his mask. He was a mess. He was nervous, mostly agbry with the council. They never let him expell Cardin Winchester and his team, even if team CRDL was the worst time in Beacon history, even if they created more problems, even if Cardin and his teamates go around Vale beating and attacking Faunus! Those badtard attacked two people he need foe his plan against Salem! Ozpin finnally calmed himself down. He then hited a botton in his desk.

Ozpin: Glynda. Let NPR and RWY pass to my office.

/

The next two hours were HELL for both Ozpin and Glynda. Both of what remain of the times enter the room It only took 5 minutes to the problems start. Ozpin was quick to tell about what happend, but Yang didn't like the fact that her crush was kicked out. So she start screaming and insulting towards Ozpin Nora tried the same but she was stopped by Ren who told her that they already knew the concecuences of Jaune's transcripts, and that Jaune knew it better that anyone. That calmed the Valkyre. But when Yang was finnaly calming down thanks to Ren's semblance, she said.

Yang: Why don't you just bring Vomit Boy here so I can punching him, instaed of expelling Blake!

That made one person who usually keep her negative emotions check. That person was Pyrrha Nikos, who throw a sucker punch to Yang's instantly making her aura break

Pyrrha: Shut up you bitch! You can't talk! You fucking trashed a fucking bar and think you better than all of us to judge!

the room was silrnt for a while. Nobody knew that side of Pyrrha. They feared that the champion would actually tried to kill Yang. So Ozpin made a sign to Glynda to use her semblance to end the fight and made both times out of the office. In the later days, reamaining Team NPR and RWY where having a alot of fights, so the changed the room to not make them front door neighbours anymore.

/

5 years later

In a warehouse north weast Vale. They were some crimianal familys having a meeting. But they where interup by the sound of someone breaking in. There was a shadow moving fast. The pearson was a Cat faunus with a katana and what looked like a pistol bracalet. She started killing the guards eassily. When one of the guards thought he have her, it result that was a clone. She then dissapear to the shadows again. Then whem they thought she was gone. A man clad in all white armor that looked a like a vacuan mummy. Started attacking and killing then with nonpriblem. No matter how many shots or attacks they hitted him. He just shruged off like it was nothing.

After the both figure cleaned the place the both took there mask off revealing both a older Jaune and Blake. Then both shared a kiss before leaving the place.

(Blake used a suit similar to the Ronnin suit of Hawkeye in the MCU. And Jaune is the MCU Moon Knight. So he has a regenatory factor in here, same for the suit)

[rantaroamamifuturegf]

Walking in on them showering

A/N: It's a bit short since I didn’t know what else to add since it BUT RANTARO'S ONE IS SO CUTE IMO lol spelling errors ofc

Plot: They just finished showering and their S/O walks in.

Characters being used: Shuichi Saihara, Kokichi Ouma, Kaito Momota, Rantaro Amami

Shuichi Saihara

You walking in on him:

He was just wrapping the towel around his waist till you came in

BRO WAS SO EMBARRASSED. Like he was frozen in shock and just stared at you for a couple of minutes till he could fully understand what was happening

He didn’t yell out you or seemed angry but he got flustered and just politely asked you to go and close the door like bro looked like a deer in headlights 😭😭

You just wanted to ask him a question and you came into the bathroom assuming he was already changed when he wasn't lol

You just left the bathroom instead of asking since he looked like he was trying to hide himself from you

He knows that sooner or later you both would see each other naked since you live with one another but he wasn't for that moment ever happening yet 😭

After you left he took a moment to fully understand what just happened and the fact you almost walked in on him naked

He can’t look you in the eyes anymore after that, he just wishes that moment never happened and prays that you never bring it up

You did ofc, just to apologize to him. He told you that it was fine he still couldn't look you in the eyes 😭😭

Give him like 4 or 3 hours and he'll be fine maybe

Kokichi Ouma

You walking in on him:

You see, He would've shut the door as soon as it opened but he was drying off his hair while you came in and wasn’t paying attention till he heard the door open

He was shirtless and had a towel on his head and around his waist but he would lowkey be embarrassed but masked it away and started calling you a "Pervert" and that you “purposely” walked in just to be a weirdo

It doesn’t matter how many times you try to explain your mistake, he’ll just reverse it all back to you bro even lied saying that he wanted you to come in which is why he didn’t do anything but you both know he’s lying

Asks you if you wanna take a shower together like bro bye

You ended up leaving because he started faking crying about how you didn't wanna shower with him and that you came in without knocking

As soon as he gets out the bathroom and he's already changed, this man is non-stop bring up that you walked into the bathroom and calls you a pervert or a peeping tom

Would even randomly call you it in front of your friends and they would all "(confused emoji)" while you're ready to strangle your boyfriend Like he fr ready to call you out in front of everyone 😭

Kaito Momota

You walking in on him:

Let's be fr, man didn't even hear the door open or you knocking till he saw you in the doorframe

He was looking at himself in the mirror and thinking about whether he should try out new hairstyles till he turned and saw the door wide open and noticed you

He never grabbed a towel around his body so fast

He LITERALLY yelled at you asking why you peeping on him 😭😭😭

Even if you try to tell him it was a mistake and tried to explain yourself he’ll keep cutting you off and telling you to go out and close the door

It fr went “Kaito I was just-“GET OUT””But-!””IM CHANGING” it just went back and forth and bro was bright red the entire time

After changing into some actual clothes and got out the bathroom, he was slightly embarrassed but just told you to knock next as if you weren’t knocking but his ass wasn’t listening but it’s whatever

Once you both get more comfortable with one another, he’ll literally bring up that moment over and over again

and even try to jokingly tell you that you both shower together since you like to walk in on him even though it was ONE time

Rantaro Amami

You walking in on him:

He didn't really seem bother or embarrassed honestly, he prolly just be slightly flustered and hold the towel around his waist tighter while chuckling awkwardly

since you both of you live with each other but haven't done anything sexual and never saw him naked till now well at least close to naked

If you were embarrassed, he would see where you're coming from and would just tell you to go and wait till he’s done or would asked if you needed something

I genuinely don’t think he would be too bother if you saw him naked, and would act like it’s a normal thing since eventually you both would see each other nude since you live with one another

But right now he just wasn't prepared for it to happen so soon, so he was just standing there in towel just looking at you 😭😭

Honestly you both were just a little flustered so you just left and decided to wait till he was done

The moment was only brought back up once you both got comfortable seeing each other naked lol

[lostinwildflowers]

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❈ You - ✨❤

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[not-quite-so-gored]

”I won't leave.”

Faced with the horrors of yet another Arctic winter out in the pack, Graham made a promise he might not be able to keep, a faltering chuckle caught between their mouths as he let himself be kissed again. His hands clenched around Dundy's so firmly that his knuckles started going white, just to keep them from shaking. The situation was both terrifying and exhilarating to him; to be perceived like this, to possibly be punished like this too. Yet he had no other choice but to put on a brave face and keep marching on.

He knew what to say to patrons, superiors and subordinates, when to thread in a smile, a compliment, some backhanded advice, when to put on velvet gloves and when a firm hand was required instead. He knew how to behave, because he has been in the Navy for a almost thirty years now, has been in touch with command practically ever since he had been swaddled. Sometimes it all felt like a big act but it came easy to him, a natural disposition. It's what made him a good commanding officer.

He didn't know what to say when Dundy first waltzed into his life, however, with his pretty face and a smile that could light up a whole room; shrill, exciting. He still didn't know what to say.

While Graham had been smitten with John's boyish charms when they first met in New South Wales (what an odd coincidence that they would serve on the same expedition five years later), he had had no qualms to pluck that early bud of affection before it could bloom. Because he couldn't afford it. His life depended on it since he fist realised that he started changing in ways other boys didn't and that if circumstances had been slightly different, he would be wearing petticoats and bonnets instead of an uniform and medals.

Dundy was an entirely different matter. It was too easy to fall for him, easier even to let him in his bed. Despite the prospect of life-wrecking consequences looming over his head like the sword of Damocles, he couldn't bring himself to regret it. And yet Graham couldn't know for certain whether Dundy truly meant what he has said (and left unsaid), he could only trust and hope that he never had to test the limit of these promises.

“I'm here to stay.“

>he'll take his time, get a little more put together (it's just the first lieutenant, they're on somewhat friendly terms, n he wants to look presentable but not too outwardly like he's showing up for a date), grab those inks n papers n then head foreward for the sickbay

>then he kinda' hovers there awkwardly, not so sure how to start bc gore's always been the best of them, n dundy's always kinda' felt gore replaced him... gore's better at parties, gore's better at talking, gore's prettier, gore's not a fucking french-irish catholic, gore's an arctic veteran, gore's a smooth operator, and dundy's an elephant in a china shop trying to buy a very small dish for his mother

Hey @not-quite-so-gored >he offers a smile, trying to be smooth; now that they're no longer on print, and dundy's confronted with gore's frankly blinding visage, he's suddenly nervous and flustered brought you some papers.... how.. um... how've you been? >he's not sure if he should sit or what hope it's not been too much of a pain 😘 >god he's making a fool of himself

[bakudekublogblog]

izuku didn’t just have to see katsuki’s dead body, he also had to see the fucking all might card right next to him. physical proof that katsuki always had a tender spot in his heart for izuku and their childhood together. evidence that katsuki fucking LOVED HIM THIS WHOLE TIME and now it’s TOO LATE. it’s actually so devastatingly romantic and fucking tragic. izuku really only finds out katsuki loved him all along when he thinks he’s lost him forever.