#or to bring it down to 19 with it being able to go up to 24 once per long rest

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John Price x wife!reader OC

Summary: John Price and his son find themselves being teased relentlessly because you stopped by to drop them off lunch.

Warnings: swearing, sexual themes, sexual harassment, violence, blood, domestic arguments, one tiny part of fat shaming, not edited.

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“God damn it.” You muttered to yourself as you struggled to grab hold of the reusable shopping bags from your back seat. They’d fallen over on your drive here and the tupperware needed to be reorganized in to neat towers again. A bag had gotten jammed under the seat so you were practically lying on your belly and kicking off the ground to dislodge it.

It was a Saturday and your plans had fallen through. You were suppose to spend the day with your daughters who ended up ditching you to go see a movie and grab food together. At one point your youngest called you ‘lame’ which you tried to pretend like it didn’t hurt. So you gave them money and let the 19 and 13 year old make a day of it.

Having the house to yourself felt strange and you went a little overboard with the grocery shopping and cooking. You made an American classic of fried chicken, baked beans with salt pork, cornbread, green beans, and a key lime pie. Maybe you were homesick or something because none of these were easy to make and you made a mountain of food for only you. Or maybe you were trying to find an excuse to bring your husband lunch so you could see someone who’d be glad to share your company.

You weren’t sure your son would be happy but once he saw what you brought he’d be fine. At least you hoped he would be. You had never visited your son on base before. Usually John snuck you in the side door and then snuck you back out. This was so you two could eat lunch in peace and then he could fuck you in his office if he had the time. John thought it would be more suspicious if he was locking his office door when everyone had seen you and he wasn’t about to get caught at work.

“Fuck.” You pouted down at your once beautiful key lime pie. You had decorated it meticulously with little swirls of whipped cream and a candied lime slice in the middle. Now it was smeared across the faded yellow custard and looking a mess.

“It’ll still taste good.” You mumbled before placing it back in your bag.

“You okay ma’am? You’ve been talking to yourself for a while.” An unknown voice sounded from behind you.

Internally you cringed not realizing how you’d been babbling out loud to yourself. Turning you saw a young man sitting in his truck with the window down. He’d been there when you pulled in to the spot next to him but didn’t pay him any attention. He looked to be a similar age to your son, he had blonde neatly cut hair, black sunglasses, and looked tan for his light complexion.

“Yeah sorry. Just dropping off food to my son.” You held up the bags as your evidence.

“Who’s your boy?” He asked.

You couldn’t see it because of the sunglasses but the young man was shamelessly checking you out. It started when you were bent over your back seat trying to get the bag from under the seat and he was able to see your round ass in those jeans. Things only became better for the young man when he realized you had a pretty face to boot.

“Shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?” It was a playful way of deflecting as you knew your son and husband wouldn’t want you going around saying who you were. They could both get so embarrassed by your mere existence. John told you he was still teased about being an old man with a young wife, although you two were only three years apart in age.

“Private Wakefield, nice to meet you-“ He gestured for you to share your name. With a sigh you realized you weren’t getting out of this.

“Price.” You smiled kindly.

“You’re Mags mum? Wait that means you’re the Captain’s wife.” The look that took over Wakefield’s face had you feeling apprehensive. He seemed to be a little too thrilled to have made the connection and it made your stomach sink.

Coming was a bad idea.

“Yup, well gotta go. Nice to meet you.” Waving politely you closed your car door with your hip and went to scurry away.

“Wait, you’re an American? I would’ve never guessed Captain Price would marry an American!” The new friend you made called after you but you pretended not to hear him and continued on your way.

After sharing your ID more times than you thought necessary you were finally permitted into the expansive building where John’s office was. Walking down the corridor you were given smirks and confident grins from the men you passed. There were a few hellos and men purposefully stopping to hold the door for you when you weren’t close to it. You double checked your bra wasn’t showing or something because you could feel the unwanted eyes locking on to you.

To the men around a pretty woman in civilian clothes hardly ever graced them in these parts so you were quite the treat to look at. You weren’t dressed in anything crazy, just a pair of light skinny jeans, a fitted black long sleeve, and black booted heels with your hair down. You wore this to work, it didn’t feel like a sexy little outfit or anything.

Turning the corner you ran straight into a brick wall of a human. Thankfully you’d run into this man plenty before because he never got out of someone’s way, he expected others to move. After accidentally smushing your face into Simon Riley’s rock hard chest you stumbled back a few steps. His large mitt of a hand caught you by the elbow as your heels clicked and made you more off balance.

“What the hell are you doing here?” No hellos, no pleasantries, he was the same old rude asshole you’d come to love. When he saw you stable on your feet he let go.

“A hello would be nice.” You retorted only to have blank eyes stare down at you.

Simon was dressed in his usual all black military get up and had on the same dumb mask that you hated. There was a smudge of your foundation in the center of his chest from where you ran into him. You always gave him grief about his mask when he would come over and take it off, asking why he couldn’t be a normal person and just not wear it. He usually ignored you or started a conversation with someone else.

“Bringing John and Jj lunch. And if you’re nice I packed something for you and Gaz too.” That seemed to whip Simon into shape. You watched as behind the mask his eyes softened at the mention of your cooking. He loved to tell you American food was shite while he asked for seconds.

“I’ll take it off your hands and feed it to the dogs.” It wasn’t said in a playful tone but you knew it was lighthearted by now, he was just a smart ass who liked getting a rise out of you.

“Hold this.” You shoved one of the bags into his chest and he took it after an eye roll.

You wiped the foundation you left behind off his chest and he stared down with an angry look that you were touching him. While you were rummaging through the bag Simon watched carefully, noticing a pie sitting at the bottom. He also noticed each container had the same contents but different portions of different things. They were all labeled in your neat handwriting so you wouldn’t get confused on who’s was who’s.

“Here. And stop by John’s office in a little I made pie too, I just have to cut it. Oh and here’s Gaz’s, give it to him please.” Handing over two glass tupperware containers Simon grinned under the mask, happy you couldn’t see his excitement.

You’d made this exact meal once before and him, Gaz, and Soap devoured the entirety of it leaving a very pissed off John who wanted leftovers. Simon also was the one who primarily cooked at home, his wife found it tedious and wasn’t exactly good at it, so he almost never turned down a free meal especially from someone who could cook like you.

“Those the beans with the fat?” Simon internally said ‘fuck it’ you could win today and know he actually liked you the tiniest bit.

“Yeah, I put extra in yours because I remember you liked it so much. Recipe is also taped to the bottom.” You gave him a playful wink, tapping your finger on the bottom of his container that had a cartoon ghost that you drew on it instead of writing his name. Gaz had a double portion of cornbread which meant to Simon you noticed he liked that the best; he saw you had also put a heart next to his name. Part of him hated to admit how thoughtful you were because it meant you were as sharp eyed as the Captain.

“Thanks.” He smiled under his mask and you could tell by the way his eyes crinkled.

“Now, fuck off.” And there he was, back to his normal unpleasant self. Handing you back the bag he went on his way and you watched as people scampered out of his way as to not get trucked down.

“Such an ass.” You quietly laughed to yourself.

“You Ghosts girl? Didn’t think the man was capable of affection.” A man passing by joked.

“I’m joking, he doesn’t seem like the type you’d be interested in.” You could see the young man was ready to stop and chat just by the way he looked at you; which was somewhat unsettling. Before you could respond Simon was back and crowding the man’s space.

“Leave her be.” Simon’s voice boomed through the corridor; he sounded almost demonic.

Those in ear shot looked from Ghost to you and everyone instantly got the message; all around averting their gaze from you. Ghost was living up to his name, he looked and felt like a looming black mass as he intimidated this poor recruit until the boy was practically running down the hall. Looking down the hall Simon seemed to notice something you didn’t.

“Piss right off Wakefield.” He barked.

Turning to look you saw the same young man you met outside but he didn’t seem scared of Ghost one bit. He gave you a wave, smile and a cheeky wink before turning on his heels and walking in the opposite direction.

”Go to Caps office. No detours.” Simon roughly motioned for you to be on your way. He was so use to everyone around him being intimidated by him or even unsettled but you never seemed to be; besides the first time you met.

“Please goes a long way.” You smiled politely before taking off down the hall. No one else got under Ghost’s skin like you, and you were lucky you gave him food or he’d be barking something rude in your direction.

Now you were walking a bit faster to get to John’s office, you didn’t want to have anymore conversation because your husband would be giving you an ear full as is. Once he heard Simons account of everything John would be pissed.

Once you reached the door with ‘Captain Price’ neatly written across the fogged window you felt relieved. Knocking lightly you heard a gruff and frankly annoyed ‘Come in.’ Opening the door you couldn’t help but smile brightly seeing your handsome husband with his head shoved into some paper work and not bothering to look who was here. He was dressed in a beige quarter zip that was camouflage on the sleeves. It was neatly tucked into his faded beige cargo pants with a belt fasted around his waist and boots tied up nice and neat.

“What?” John asked sounding utterly unpleasant. You weren’t sure how anyone came to ask him things with an attitude like that.

“Hungry?” Your sweet voice had John’s head snapping up so fast you swore he would give himself whiplash.

“What are you doing here?” John sounded caught off guard; he was ecstatic to see you instead of someone who’d be asking him for something. Standing quickly John was rounding his desk and shutting his office door behind you, then taking the bags from you. He placed them on his desk getting a wiff of something amazing.

“The girls went out and didn’t want me to come. Told me I was lame. So I tried cooking to distract myself, I went kind of overboard. It’s better fresh so I thought I’d bring it here for you.” You felt a bit embarrassed now admitting why you were here. You didn’t feel ‘lame’ when your daughter called you it but now you did.

“You, lame?” John glanced over his shoulder as he emptied the bags you had brought.

“Yeah, guess I’m finally uncool to Lily.” Stepping forward you were still waiting for a hug and kiss hello, but you didn’t get one. Your face went to a deadpan one as you watched John pop off the lid to his lunch and immediately bite into one of the chicken thigh you put in there. He tapped the name you wrote on top and chuckled; it read ‘Captain Sexy.’

“You gave me all thighs, fuck, you know me so well.” Talking with his mouth full you continued to watch your husband stuff his face as if no one were watching. John had been thinking about lunch for the last hour but didn’t want to subject himself to the food on base.

“So I don’t get a hug or kiss?” You asked and John was adamantly shaking his head ‘no.’

“Gotta eat it while it’s still crispy.” He spoke with his mouth full and pointed at the glass container sitting on his desk with the bare bone he’d cleaned off in record time.

“That good?” With a little laugh you lightened up significantly seeing how in to the food John was. He was such a satisfying person to cook for, always humming and shaking his head in approval when he really liked something.

“Yes! Here, darling, sit.” John gestured to his desk chair that was the comfiest seat in the room. Wiping his hands off haphazardly he came and guided you around his desk and to his chair; giving you a greasy peck to the lips along the way. Once you were seated he was back to standing by the side of his desk and eating.

“These the beans with the fat? Uh, Boston baked beans right?” John’s eyes sparkled as he asked, he looked like a little boy on Christmas.

“Right, just how you like.” With a smile you saw John’s whole face light up like he was getting away with something.

“There’s a spoon in that drawer, pass it to me please.” Pointing to the drawer to your left you swiveled in your chair surprised John kept cutlery in his desk.

Opening it up you saw a clear plastic container with a metal fork, knife, spoon, and chopsticks. You’d never seen this before, but it made you snort out a laugh that there was what use to be a yellow cartoon figure in the bottom corner that John tried to scratch off.

“Where’d you get these?” You asked handing him the container.

“Korea.” John said simply. It made sense when you glanced over the set again. The spoon shape was a lot different and the chopsticks were made of metal.

“We should go to Korea soon. I haven’t been since before I met you.” Smiling up at John you enjoyed watching him devour the lunch you packed. He even ate the green beans which was surprising since he hated vegetables. Nodding simply, a knock sounded on his door. Before either of you could respond it was quickly opened.

Jj slid into the room, only opening the door enough for his body to fit through. He had an angry look on his face which made him look even more like his father than he already did. Jj was dressed in beige cargo pants, an army green t-shirt, and had on a baseball cap with the British flag.

“Your mum cooked. Eat it before it goes soggy.” John grabbed the container with Jj’s name on top, it read ‘Sun’ with a cartoon sun drawn next to it, and waved it around for his son to take. The food didn’t seem to shake the anger radiating off your boy as he walked up to his father’s desk and stared down at you with narrowed eyes.

“What are you doing here?” He hissed seemingly a lot angrier than you first expected.

“Oi, don’t be like that. Your mum cooked up a feast, and a bloody good one at that.” John placed the container back on his desk and lightly shoved his son by the shoulder to hopefully knock some sense in to him.

“Just you wait! Wakefield was goin’ on and on about some ‘bird’ with a ‘tight arse and big tits’ and then asked if ‘my MILF of a mum’ planned on staying with an old tyrant like you.” Jj snapped recounting everything in way too much detail for your or John’s liking. He wasn’t holding back because the shock value would hopefully keep you far away from here.

“I have a tight ass?” You joked, playfully looking to your husband. It was your attempt at diffusing the tension. They both snapped their heads at you and looked at you with daggers in their eyes. Instinctively you put your hands up in defense.

“Enough, take your food and leave.” John was shaking his head, visibly upset. It still didn’t stop him from continuing to stand by the side of his desk and eat.

“Mum, go home. I don’t need you around here humiliating me.” Jj’s response to you stopping by instantly had your chest tightening.

You weren’t sure what you had done to humiliate your son, unless bringing your boys food constituted that. Maybe it was your daughter’s uninviting you from their outing but this treatment today felt undeserved and had you feeling a painful burning pressure behind your eyes. John knew you well enough that hearing that was something that would have you crying before bed. Looking at you he could see just how hurt you were.

“Excuse me?” John’s entire demeanor changed from being reasonably upset to outright irate.

Something John had learned to accept in his marriage was that he had the pleasure of having a hot wife who was aging like fine wine. He would never get comfortable with the lingering stares or you getting hit on, but he’d learned to think about it differently. You were a woman worth desiring for more than your beauty and John was the lucky man who was able to call you his. The jealousy would always rage inside of him but nowadays it took a gentle kiss from you and those bright eyes he loved so dearly to snap him out of it.

John also knew you didn’t like the attention and played off how uncomfortable it made you with humor. It deeply hurt you to think your family or husband was embarrassed of you for the way you looked. Yes it happened to be because you were pretty but that didn’t matter to you, it was hurtful all the same. So for John to hear you being treated in a way that you were already self conscious about, he knew it would deeply wound you. And there was no way in hell he was going to stand by and let that happen to you.

“You’re not going to do anything about it, so she should leave.” Jj answered back shortly, his father was seething but trying his best not to lose his temper in front of you.

“I’ll do plenty.” John spoke simply, scrapping down the glass and shoveling the last few bites in his mouth.

“Really? Seems like you’d rather be a fat as-“

“ENOUGH!” John shouted so loudly you swore the windows shook, his voice dropping to a scary octave.

Forget Simon John was ten times scarier. The reaction was so strong you almost jumped out of your skin. You were surprised the glass container didn’t shattered as John tossed it on to his desk and you quickly caught it before it fell to the floor. It left you feeling anxious to hear your husband so uncharacteristically upset; although maybe that was normal here.

Jj stood there silently, falling right into line. The irritation from before seemed to wash off him while he stood up straight and emotionless.

“Your sisters have upset your mum enough today! Then she does something nice for you and you treat her like an embarrassment for the way she looks!?” John was now in your unblinking son’s face and he didn’t hold back. The stoic expression Jj wore was the same you’d seen from pictures of John’s early days in the military.

“And if you want to talk about fat asses you should lay off the beer, it’s starting to show!” The last bit was a low shot since Jj had put on a few pounds from drinking with his buddies. Sitting there silently you continued to cringe at what you saw as a complete overreaction from your husband.

“Yes, sir.” Jj spoke through gritted teeth. It was clear to you Jj wanted to tell John exactly where he could go but the hierarchical bullshit the military was built on stopped him.

“Get out. And if Wakefield makes you so emotional deal with it yourself instead of running to tattle to daddy.” John had stopped shouting but his words were still cruel. Making Jj sound weak by using the word ‘emotional’ and a child for coming to John.

“John.” You whispered, trying to get him to tone it down a notch.

“Thanks, mum.” Jj grabbed his lunch container and nodded to you with a blank expression before exiting his father’s office. Once the door clicked shut behind him John let out a frustrated grunt.

“Little overboard don’t you think?” You asked, slack jawed. You had seen your husband lose his temper plenty of times over the years with your children; but never like this. At home John was strict but cruel words weren’t really his style.

“No, I’m not going to treat him any differently than if someone else came and spoke to you or me like that.” John grumbled before rounding his desk.

You wanted to argue back but decided against it. It wasn’t your place, this was John’s work and that may be your son but even Jj confirmed John treated him like everyone else. John leaned over you, getting into your personal space and fiddled with his computer. You could smell his spicy warm cologne and aftershave. Watching closely you saw him pulling up personnel files until ‘Peter Wakefield’ was on the screen.

“You meet Wakefield or was he one of the men to check your ID?” John asked.

“Met him outside. I tried to not give him my name. That’s also not him.” You pointed at the screen feeling on edge.

John clicked his mouse and brought up the next file. It was ‘Thomas Wakefield’ and John looked back at you and hummed in acknowledgment, you shook your head yes.

“This kids a little prick. Simon hates him too, so no surprise he’s stirring up trouble for J.” Breathing heavily through his nose John started to contemplate how he’d make the little shit pay.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have stopped by.” You blurted out the words which immediately caught John’s attention. Turning to look at you he could see just how upset you were, on the verge of tears.

“Don’t. I’m happy you’re here.” Squatting in front of you John took your hands in his. His blue eyes were much softer than before. Your normal husband had returned and Captain Price had vanished.

“I don’t mean to embarrass you guys. I just wanted to do something nice. If I kn-“ Cutting you off John kissed you.

His lips pressed firmly against yours, a silent plea of him asking you to stop talking. John stayed there and kissed you with so much passion he was soon kneeling between your thighs and making out with you. It felt natural to fall into John’s warmth and kiss him back with just as much yearning. You didn’t need him to tell you he wanted you here it was obvious he did the moment he realized you were here. Now he was showing you through his desires that he more than wanted you here.

The makeout session you found yourself in killed all the insecure thoughts. John wanted you to feel beautiful and he knew just the way to do that. Continuing to kiss and suck on your lips like a man starved his hands began to wander. The way he was getting worked up was a surprise but now he was fondling your breasts under your shirt and making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Price.” A voice all too familiar barked from outside his door, followed by a firm single knock.

John pulled away, his pupils blown wide and eating up the blue you loved so much. He seemed in a daze as he glanced at your lips and then began to stand, rough hands slipping from under your shirt.

“I’ll finish you later.” John leaned in and whispered in your ear, leaving you with a scratchy kiss to the cheek. His sultry words had you pressing your thighs together.

“What?” John called, sounding pissed off as his office door began to open.

Simon walked in, his frame taking up most of the doorway as he entered. You wondered if he could tell by how close John was to you what you two had been up to. It wasn’t the closeness that gave you two away, it was that doe eyed look you had. Almost as if you were lost in a day dream.

“Your son’s beating the shit out of Wakefield. Do you want me to stop him?” Taking his thumb Simon pointed over his shoulder to no where in particular.

“What!?” You practically yelled standing so quickly John’s chair flew out from under you and slammed into the wall.

“You came here to ask instead of breaking it up?” John stared at Simon with his eyebrows knit and looking at the lieutenant as if he were dumb.

“Giving the kid a chance to get a couple more good hits in. Should’ve heard what Wakefield said about her.” Simon nodded in your direction.

“Simon Riley, you go get my son!” You hissed at him. Hand dropping to his side Simon stared at you a moment before speaking.

“Don’t take orders from you. That’s why I asked Price.” His nonchalant attitude towards you was getting old fast. You were about to verbally tear him to shreds but John had spoken before you could.

“Fuckin’ hell go break it up. Im coming.” Snatching his hat from his desk John marched out of his office with you hot on his heels.

“Darling, stay put you know this is only going to upset you.” John didn’t bother shooing you away because there was no use.

“Fuck that.” Nothing was going to keep you from checking on your son. Your maternal side couldn’t stop the worry that took over hoping he wasn’t too banged up.

Ghost lead you and John outside of the building to where the sand pit was. The pit was most commonly used for punishment and Jj Price had full intention of capitalizing on that. Jj had Wakefields face pushed into the sand with his thigh as he had the young man in an arm bar.

“Say it again and I’ll break your fucking arm!” Jj was scary looking as he threatened Wakefield. You hated to admit it but he was turning out to be just as hot tempered as John was at this age.

“BREAK IT UP!” John voice boomed through the air.

Again you flinched at the volume your husband was capable of reaching. It was truly scary to be around any man that yelled like that but something about John’s presence made him that much scarier. Deciding you didn’t want to have any implication with what was going on or lose any hearing you stood by the door.

You watched as Jj let go and both young men were quickly scrambling to their feet, only Jj got one last shove in and sent Wakefield tumbling face first back into the coarse sand. Once on his feet Wakefield lunged at Jj who seamlessly push kicked him in the stomach and sent him flying. You watched with a pained expression as John shoved Jj back and then proceeded to yank Wakefield up to his feet. Shouts were ringing through the air as John berated them both for fighting.

Wakefields face was red and he had a bloody crooked nose that didn’t seem to want to stop gushing. As John reprimanded both men Wakefield had to lean to the side every so often to spit out the blood that continuously flowed into his mouth from his nose. You could see his nose was angled awkwardly now and a black eye was beginning to form. Jj on the other hand didn’t have a scratch on him, he only had sand sticking to his sweaty skin and Wakefields sunglasses hooked into the collar of his shirt. The little shit didn’t think hitting the poor boy was enough he just had to steal his sunglasses too.

“Indy!” Kyle’s voice sounded from behind you as he exited the double doors you were standing next to.

“Kyle hey.” You glanced between what was now your husband shouting his guts out and Kyle giving you a warm smile.

“Ghost said you had some food for me. You really didn’t have to, but, I’m starved.” Kyle carried on like John losing his god damn mind was normal. He clapped his hands and rubbed them together in anticipation.

“How are you not worried.” You pointed at John who was beginning to go hoarse from shouting. You couldn’t even make out what he was saying at this point, only that your son and Wakefield stayed expressionless as John screamed in their faces.

“Ah Caps like that everyday. There’s always someone new for him to yell at.” Kyle waved it off and continued to give you a pleasant smile.

“Everyday?” You asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, you get use to it. So the food?” Kyle brushed past your shock and was nodding at you to answer his question.

“Gave it to Simon to give to you.” You said off handed eyes fixed on the young man with blood pouring from his nose. He was going to need to get his nose reset, you were sure of that.

“No you didn’t. He said you told him to have me look for you.” Giving you a confused look your face dropped. Instantly you knew Simon had most likely eaten both portions and played it off like they were his.

“He’s such an ass.” You mumbled.

“So no food?” The dejected look Kyle had on his face lasted for only a second as he tried act like it didn’t bother him. He didn’t want you feeling bad, he wasn’t entitled to your cooking. Although he use to make fun of Soap for asking for your recipes when he now too did the same.

“No, I made an extra plate just in case. But it doesn’t have extra cornbread which I know is your favorite.” With a heavy sigh your head hung low. Today was not going your way. None of the men in your life wanted to behave like civilized people.

“Indy, you’re the fuckin’ best!” Kyle grasped you by the shoulders and lightly shook you for emphasis. The gesture had you laughing lightly your mood lifting only somewhat. He was trying to cheer you since Kyle truly thought of you as a friend.

“Don’t touch her!” John barked at Kyle. His hands flew off of you so fast it startled you and Kyle was taking two large steps back.

You gave John a mean look for yelling at Kyle for what you thought was normal friendliness. He stormed right past you as if he didn’t know you and barreled into the double doors, throwing both open and nearly taking a new recruit out.

“I should-“ you pointed after John and Kyle only shook his head in understanding.

“The foods in John’s office if you wanna give him a minute to cool off.” With an awkward smile you thought you should apologize for John’s behavior but didn’t.

“Best make it ten.” Kyle joked.

John was gone by the time you were walking through the double doors. You weren’t expecting him to storm off and leave you in the dust. With a pitiful sigh you started to make your way back to where you thought John’s office was. The thing was you kept walking and walking but must have gotten turned around at some point. You tried looking around but nothing was clearly labeled and no sighs pointed you in the right direction.

“You lost, miss?” Turning you saw a gentleman your own age.

Internally you sighed in relief that finally you weren’t dealing with shit head twenty year olds. He stood about six feet and shared a very similar physique to your husband, he was also dress similarly only he was in navy. The man was clean shaven and seemed much more approachable than John. He had neatly trimmed black hair that was going grey by the temples and had thick eyebrows. His skin was ivory which made his hazel eyes seem cat like, he had thin lips, pearly white teeth, and a charming smile.

“Yeah, I’m looking for Price’s office.” You gave the man a thankful smile for having stopped to help or you would still be wandering around these empty hallways.

“What does a woman like you want with that tyrant.” The joke had you awkwardly laughing. John being called a tyrant use to make you prickle up in his defense but after seeing how quick he was to anger here you weren’t sure people were wrong.

“Just need to grab something real quick.” You deflected. After what happened with Jj you didn’t want anyone else knowing you were the wife of Captain Price, you’d accidentally stirred up enough trouble and John didn’t take teasing well.

“Well come with me. I’m Captain Harris. It’s nice to see a new face around here.” The charm this guy was laying on was thick and you weren’t sure if he was a bit of a flirt or overly friendly.

“Thanks, I’m Y/N.” You decided to go with your first name as the shared last name gave you away too quickly; you’d learned your lesson.

“Nice to meet you. You work here?” Now you were starting to feel like John with your hatred of small talk in this moment. Your mind was racing with the thought of your son having just been in a fist fight and you were somewhat ticked off John left you to find your own way back.

“Uh-no. I’m an archeologist, well turned museum curator.” You gave a warm smile not realizing how charming you naturally came off to those around you.

Harris couldn’t remember the last time he’d found himself in a conversation with a woman as pretty as you so he was enjoying this immensely. It also seemed like you were enjoy yourself too. Your general politeness giving Harris the wrong impression. What you saw as basic friendliness was often misconstrued as warmth and flirting here in the UK.

“Beautiful and smart. Quite the package.” The comment instantly had you on edge and your response was to laugh uncomfortably.

Although Captain Harris didn’t see it as you being uncomfortable, he read it as you flirting back. What woman laughs at a man’s jokes and doesn’t find them interesting; at least that was Captains Harris’ train of thought. You also didn’t combat the compliment which must have meant you enjoyed it. He was blind to your awkwardness and saw it a you playing coy.

“I think I know where I am. I can take it from here.” Without looking at the man who you deemed as nice a moment ago and now weren’t a fan of, you turned down the hallway you were walking by. You had no clue if John’s office was that way but you’d figure it out.

“Wait, that’s the wrong way love.” You froze in your tracks as you felt a large unfamiliar hand on your lower back, dangerously close to your ass and the other was lightly gripping your elbow.

Looking up at Captain Harris, his eyes were soft and smile charming, he really thought you found him attractive for some odd reason. His leaned down just a bit so you could hear him better and put himself uncomfortably close to you. Guiding you back toward the direction of John’s office he made his final mistake.

“This way.” Nodding with his head in the proper direction he playfully gave your bottom a tiny little pat, you barely felt it.

If the circumstances were different and the woman he was flirting with was flirting back it wouldn’t have been taken horribly. But that wasn’t the case. You weren’t flirting and he was not your husband. That was enough for you to go to push him off you but he was gone before you could.

Time slowed as you watch this man get pulled by the back of his collar, picked up, and sumo slammed into the floor, hard. The guttural choked gasp that forced its way out of Captain Harris’ lungs as he connected with the floor sounded pained. You wouldn’t be able to forget the sound of a 200lb man hitting the tiled floor with that kind of force.

John was standing over the man wild eyed and radiating a murderous rage. Snatching Harris who was heaving for breath by the collar of his shirt you watched as John wound back and smacked the absolute daylights out of the man. The force behind the strike rang through the hallways and from how loud the clap of skin on skin was you knew that was going to leave a welt across the man’s face.

“Price.” The name was wheezed out as Harris coughed and sputtered form having the wind knocked out of him.

Before you could step in and stop John he had let go of Harris’ collar, letting the man crumple into a heap on the floor. John was panting heavy from anger but was feeling significantly better. All the pent of rage he’d been holding in today left his body as soon as his open hand connected with this man’s face.

“That’s my wife. Touch her again and I swear to god Harris I’ll make you regret it.” John spoke calmly which didn’t fit the situation at all. You also thought that Harris was regretting it right now as he coughed and sounded like he was going to be sick.

You had dumbly been standing there, frozen in place as you watched everything unfold. Normally you’d be hollering and screaming for John to stop but for some odd reason it didn’t piss you off that he just bitch slapped another grown man. It kind of turned you on seeing him defend you.

“C’mon, it’s time for you to go home.” Leaving the man who was now dry heaving on the floor John lightly grabbed your elbow and started to lead you down the hall. You passed by a few others who John stopped and told them to check on Harris because he had tripped. Clearly John wasn’t going to admit to attacking the man.

You were in utter shock and honestly so was John. He really thought you were going to lose your mind after he realized what he had done. When he saw you and Harris he thought nothing of it, just cute you asking for directions because John left you behind. But then he saw the little ass slap and everything went black. Before he registered or knew it John had smashed his peer into the floor and smacked him with all his strength. In his defense he used his left hand as he didn’t want to knock the guy out.

John was feeling antsy by the time he shuffled you into his office. Quiet was not a word he’d use to describe you, and you had been silent the entire walk here. After shutting his office door John braced himself for your inevitable freak out. You had made it clear violence was never the answer and John had done a good job of respecting that in your marriage; save the time two guys knocked the side view mirror off his car and called you a bitch.

Now for some reason John getting into a fight was the biggest turn on. Maybe it was because he didn’t go over overkill? Or that it had been such a horrible day and you felt you needed defending? Either way you were ready to ride him until your legs gave out.

John turned slowly to look at you and in the matter of a second you were on him. Arms flung around his neck and mouth attacking his. It caught John off guard to be shoved against his office door with you all over him, but he wasn’t complaining. He was stunned for a moment but was soon kissing you back. The adrenaline from moments ago was still coursing through his veins and must be the same for you.

John and you were making out sloppy and dirty. His rough hands were grasping and squeezing any part of you he could reach. As your tongues danced together you found yourself unfastening his belt and struggling with the button of his trousers. John rough hands settled on the back of your thighs after grabbing your ass with a tight grip. Picking you up with ease you wrapped your legs around your husbands v-shaped waist letting out a muffled moan against his lips as you ground your hips forward into his toned abdomen. John brought you to his desk, stumbling over himself, then the chair that sat in front of it, and ungracefully sitting you there. You knocked into his monitor and sent his trey of files spilling onto the floor.

“Cap?” A knock sounded on the door and as quickly as you two connected John was detaching himself. He frantically fastened his belt as you hopped off his desk and tidy yourself. You were panting lightly and picking up the files off the floor to hide what you two had just been interrupted doing.

“What?” Like every time today John barked out for whoever dared bother him. He was quietly telling you to stop frantically cleaning but you didn’t listen.

Opening the door slowly Gaz stepped in with an apprehensive look. His eyes fell to you squatted on the ground picking up files, then the monitor on John’s desk that was now crooked, and then to his Captain who was pretending not to notice anything.

“Hey! I have your food right here Kyle.” Standing you plopped John’s files onto his desk and grabbed the extra container of food. You stopped for a moment, realizing half the pie you brought was gone.

“That fucker.” You hissed handing Gaz the container. Gaz was staring at you trying to pretend like he didn’t know what you two had just been up to. He knew if he looked at John he’d be getting a death stare in return.

“Who?” John asked coming off annoyed and finally looking at you.

“Simon. First he steals Kyle’s food and now half my pies missing.” Your agitation didn’t register to John so he brushed the comment off. He was trying to play it cool although Kyle was certain you two would be going at it if he hadn’t interrupted you by accident. It was funny to him that Captain Price was still just a man at the end of the day; a perverted man who was doing what most other men here wished for.

“Thanks Indy.” With a kind smile Kyle turned his attention to John who looked angry. You knew it was because this was the second time you two had been interrupted today.

“Did you assault Captain Harris?” The question had both you and John straightening up.

“Why?” John immediately sounded defensive and you could see in his eyes he was pretending to not be worried.

“Well he just told some of the higher ups you slammed him into the floor and slapped him. I was pulled aside and questioned about your character. Naturally I said you would never, that isn’t like you. But between us, I don’t think Harris is lying; the man’s got a welt in the shape of a hand print across his face.” Gaz spoke matter of factly but you could see the twinkle of concern and amusement in his eyes.

“Fuck.” John cursed and turned his gaze down to his feet.

“Can see the imprint of your bloody ring. You use your left hoping it wouldn’t leave a mark?” To anyone else it might have sounded like Gaz was cracking a joke but you and John knew he was seriously asking.

“Yeah.” John mumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

“May I ask why, sir?” John waved his hand dismissively and Gaz nodded then looked to you.

“He patted my bum.” You blurted out as soon as you made eye contact.

“Oh, so he had it coming. Good for you, Cap.” Gaz clapped a hand on John’s broad shoulder and thanked you again for the food before leaving.

“I don’t think I should visit again.” You said plainly.

“Might be best.”

——————

It had been a few days since you stopped by base to drop off lunch for your husband and son. You had read Jj the riot act for getting into a fight but it went in one ear and out the other. He nodded along not actually listening and when you asked John for back up he too wasn’t listening.

Now Jj found himself at his first disciplinary hearing. He’d done so well at staying out of trouble and having never crossed any lines that would mean for him to be punished seriously. It was mainly due to the fact when he first joined the military his father’s reputation for being a ruler breaker came to light. Jj learned that his father had a knack for bending the rules and making decision that went against higher ups orders but ultimately being the right call. It made Jj resentful in a way because he was assumed to be short tempered and righteous like John.

Being here felt like he had let himself down. Part of him was so upset with himself while the other knew Wakefield got exactly what he deserved. The last thing said was some crude comment about your tits of all things and Jj lost it. He went absolutely feral and beat the snot out of the asshole while Ghost watched from a distance. Ghost even gave some pointers and call outs to Jj to make things hurt more as he landed blow after blow.

“I see you’re following in your father’s footsteps.” The Court Martial’s voice snapped Jj out of his runaway thoughts.

“Sorry, sir?” He asked confused why his father was being brought up.

“If you had done any more harm to Private Wakefield we’d be throwing the book at you. But we’ve taken in to account the circumstances, a few stepped forward on your behalf, and this is your first offense. For now it’s a two weeks wages forfeited and probation.” The Court Martial leaned forward over his desk and gave Jj a stern look.

“Yes, sir.” Jj answered back in his normal militant voice.

“No more fighting. Although you Price’s seem to have a knack for it.” The last bit was mumbled but Jj had just caught it. It made him frustrated to always be compared to his father no matter how hard he tried to separate himself from John.

“Yes, sir.” Through gritted teeth Jj tried to hide his frustrated feelings.

“Get out of here.” With a wave of his hand the Court Martial sent Jj on his way. He didn’t seem to be too bothered by the situation but Jj was.

Jj didn’t wait around, he made his way to the door as soon as he could. His mind was racing and he was contemplating if he should confront his father. Ask the man to pull his shit together with the rule breaking so Jj would stop getting compared to him negatively. It only took a moment to decide against it, Jj had just gotten in trouble he’d look like a hypocrite.

Walking into the hallway his eyebrows shot up to his hairline. Standing there waiting was none other than his father, Captain John Price. He didn’t mean to but Jj audibly groaned seeing his old man.

“You here to ream me for the disciplinary hearing?” Jj asked hating that he didn’t just get a punishment from the higher ups but would also get an ear full from his father. Not that John had a leg to stand on and Jj would absolutely be throwing that in his face as soon as they were off base.

“No. My disciplinary hearings next.” It was said matter of factly, like John had been outside these doors many times before. The admission had Jj perking up, John wasn’t here to yell at him.

“What!?” Jj was taken aback but not truly surprised that his dad had done something to wind up here. Now it was just a matter of what.

“Yeah, wait outside for me and I’ll drive us home. Your mums cooking up a feast again.” Barely paying attention John pulled out his phone and shot you a text that Jj would be coming for dinner.

“What’d you do?” Stepping forward Jj asked so if anyone passed by they wouldn’t be able to hear.

“Fighting.” John spoke simply, slipping his phone back in his pocket.

“Who!?” Jj felt vindicated hearing this. He thought his dad had gotten caught in a lie or ignored orders. He was not expecting for them both to be here for the same reason.

“Harris.” John said plainly.

A disciplinary hearing wasn’t the worst thing, John usually got out of the consequences once he explained his side. What was frustrating was his son was here to witness him going in to see the Court Martial. John knew they’d planned it this way to maximize the embarrassment and have him be accountable by running into his son. Show him that his proclivity to breaking the rules was being passed on.

“You’re the one who smacked him so hard he’s got a hand print across his face!? Dad you can see the outline of your ring!” Jj was floored absolutely enthralled learning that the man he reported to, Captain Harris, had been bitch slapped by Jj’s own father. No wonder he had been giving Jj extra duties and making his life harder than usual. It wasn’t for his own fighting it was because he was humiliated by John and Jj was the closest person he could take out his frustration on.

“I only hit him once. Harris is a fuckin’ cry baby, always has been. Fucker deserved it, just like Wakefield deserves the broken nose.” John spoke indignantly and truly meant what he said. No one was allowed to mess with his wife and John was proud Jj kicked Wakefields ass so he didn’t have to do it.

“Captain Harris fucked around with mum?” Jj asked realizing the only thing that would ever get his father to actually attack a fellow soldier was you.

“Yep.” John hummed.

Looking to his left John saw lieutenant Simon Riley stalking down the hall. He nodded acknowledging both men and then took a seat right outside the door Jj had come from.

“What are you doing here?” John asked. Normally he was informed if one of his men were having a disciplinary hearing.

“Getting a smack for not breaking up this idiot and Wakefield.” Simon nodded to Jj.

“She’s unintentionally gotten us all into trouble.” John’s head dropped as he reminded himself how lucky of a man he was to call you his. None of this was your fault but like always you brought trouble with you. You just couldn’t help it.

“I don’t know. Saturday was good fun. She should stop by more!” Ghost chuckled darkly.

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[konigsblog]

OCTOBER 19TH — CREEP!KÖNIG. Being a sex worker isn't easy; you have your fair share of sinister perverts with immoral and wicked fantasies, and König is no exception.

2024 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST. (DAY 19)

König finds it humiliating that he has to find prostitutes and sex workers to fulfil that sexual need buried deep within him.

After months of consistently seeing his familiar, rugged, and unsightly face, you begin to pity him. Your attempts at cuddling with him—free of charge—only increase the amount that he tips you for your generosity. You're doing charity work, after all. He'll tip you plenty in one single night, occasionally more than you manage to make in a week. A part of you feels horrible for using him for his wealth like this, for letting him use your pretty cunt and mouth so that he'll pay you an extra hundred, but you've never been treated this well. He makes you feel like you're some Goddess as be treats you to expensive gifts.

Although, you should've stopped months ago. Now, it's grown out of hand. König began stalking you. He'd look into your background and go digging for your Instagram and other social media accounts. He began following you around, tracking your location, becoming overly protective of you. His heart aches every time you stumble out of some greasy, grotesque man's apartment, your hair sticking to your fatigued and disgusted face after being fucked relentlessly by some freakish loser. He hates sharing. But, it's your job, unfortunately. A quick and efficient way of making money, despite the misery it brings.

König becomes possessive of you during your sessions together, muttering the most perverted and controlling things beneath his breath and through animalistic, pained growls as he buries his face in your nape, his fingertips twisting your nipples through your t-shirt while you stroke him lovingly. He'll plead with you to stay with him, offering you thousands hoping that you'll take up on his offer and cling to him and take him as your boyfriend.

He'll force you to recreate the most sinister and disturbing fantasies of his during your sessions together. It makes your skin crawl, but you'll do anything this sicko asks from you if it means you'll be paid an extra hundred. His voice sends shivers down your spine as he admits to the most sickening secrets, leaving you barely able to walk after his brutality.

Well, that just means you'll have to stay the night! Oh, don't worry about the shackles on your wrists and ankles and how you're beginning to feel drowsy and nauseous... You want to be paid, don't you?

[pedropascallme]

☆Kinktober 2024☆

Day 19: Sex tape

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI!!!!) fingering, oral sex (m & f receiving), spanking, p in v sex, dirty talk, implied pre/no breakout, if I missed anything please let me know!

You looked directly into the camera when Joel pushed into you.

It wasn’t about putting on a show; it was about creating a show with your naturally occurring responses to his actions.

And based on how easy it was for Joel to pull a reaction from you, it would be quite the display when all was said and done.

“Li’l old for that…” He had hesitated when you brought the idea to him. “Bad for business.”

“No press is bad press, Joel,” you waved off his reluctance with a laugh. “And it wouldn’t be—we wouldn’t put it anywhere. It’s just…a nice thing, for us. To look back at all the ways we make each other feel good.”

You’d never do anything to make him uncomfortable, and if he truly put his foot down, said it was a bad idea and that he wasn’t happy with the concept, you would have let the conversation end there and never brought it up again.

But maybe it was the cool summer air, the waning heat and the beer in his hand; maybe it was because he liked the idea of being able to pull up a clip of you moaning for him whenever he liked; maybe it was just because he loved you—in any event, he smirked, rubbing a calloused hand over his face.

“Alright, sweetheart. Convinced me,” he turned to you, holding eye contact as he sipped his beer. “But I get to decide what, uh—the positionin’.”

You had smiled up at him, cheeks warm.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Joel propped the camera up on the dresser so that it filmed everything that happened on the bed.

And it did film everything.

His fingers had explored every inch of your skin, groping and squeezing you in his characteristic, gently merciless way.  

He’d eaten you out for half an hour, pulling whines from you and soaking his face in your slick.

He made sure to pick the camera up when he used his hands, pointing the lens at your cunt when he slid two fingers into your soaked hole before panning up to your face—the way your eyes rolled back when he hit your tender spot was something he wanted to be able to replay as often as he pleased.

When you went down on him, he put the camera on the edge of the bed, making sure the video captured your lips wrapped around his cock as you knelt between his legs, and the way your tits looked when you let your drool dripped down your chin and over the pillowy flesh.

Joel couldn’t believe he had ever had doubts about this. The fact that he would be able to rewatch himself fucking your face could’ve been enough to make him cum down your throat right then and there.

But he held back until he had you on all fours, facing the camera that he had placed so purposefully back on the dresser.

You moaned lowly when he thrust into you, your body still reeling from the way he’d used his mouth and hands.

Joel tugged at your hips, pulling you onto his cock in slow, deep drags. The tip nestled against your cervix, and the dull pain blossomed into something irresistibly sinful.

You let your head drop, arms all but giving out beneath you as you pressed your face into the mattress.

“C’mon, princess—” Joel rumbled behind you, reaching down to tug you up by your hair, “Smile for the camera, sweetheart.”

You let him manipulate your body, bringing your head back up to force your face into the camera. The pace of his hips increased, and you whimpered through a lazy, desperate smile.

“’At’s it. Tell ‘em how much you love gettin’ fucked,” He tightened his grip on your hair, wrapping it around his fist and pulling. “Tell the camera how much you love this cock, princess.”

“Fuck,” you breathed, his words going straight to your core and working to emphasize the pressure of his thrusts. “It’s—I love it. I love getting fucked, I love it.”

“I said tell ‘em how much you love this cock,” his hand left your hips for a moment, coming down on your ass with a snap before he regained his grip on your side. “How much you love my cock—go’head and say it.”

“I love your cock, Joel, I fucking love it—feels so fucking good. Stretches me so good, I love your cock.” You were whining, rolling your hips in an attempt to match the way he rocked into you.

He laughed, squeezing your side and plunging his cock in and out of you at a ruthless pace.

“Yeah, you do,” he groaned behind you, “You fuckin’ love this cock, ain’t that right? Do anythin’ for a chance to have me fuck you real good.”

“Y—es,” your whimpers were broken, too overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock to form coherent sentences.

Joel let go of your hair, and you whined as your face fell forward onto the bed.

“Keep lookin’ at the camera, sweetheart,” he growled out, “Show the camera how pretty you look cummin’ f’me.” With his newly free hand, Joel wrapped his arm around you to knead your clit in quick circles.

You complied with an eager moan, craning your neck to press your cheek into the mattress, eyes gazing up towards the camera lens. Your pupils rolled back, the pressure from his fingers and the stretch of his cock as he continued to pound into you becoming too much for you to handle.

You came with a cry of his name, arching your back as you clenched around his cock.

“Shit—fuck, yeah,” Joel’s hips stuttered when you squeezed around him, so tight it was almost too much for him. “Show me how much you love my cock, princess, fuckin’—Christ, good girl.”

When you’d stopped trembling, your breath returning in small puffs rather than hectic gasps that carried his name, he pulled out of you.

He moved off the bed to grab the camera, and it was then you realized his depraved intentions.

“C’mere, on your knees,” he fisted his cock with his other hand, “Keep your mouth shut.”

With heavy limbs, you tried desperately to scramble to your knees. It was unceremonious, you looked as though you’d forgotten how to move your body, still hazy with lust, but you managed to position yourself on your knees in front of him.

Joel zoomed in on your face as he continued to fist his cock.

“Show me that smile, baby,” he groaned, gritting his teeth as he tried to stave off release for just a moment longer. “Ask nicely for my load.”

“Please, Joel,” you batted your lashes at the camera, adding showmanship to your degeneracy. “Want your cum. Want you to cum on my pretty face, please.”

Joel grunted, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut before spilling onto your face. He looked down at you to see his spend drip down your cheeks in thick trails, taking his cock and rubbing the tip against your stained skin.

You poked your tongue out, licking at whatever fell near your mouth, and Joel groaned at the sight.

“Pretty.” He breathed, giving the camera one last glimpse before he stopped the video. He threw it onto the bed, quickly returning his attention to you.

He put his hands beneath your arms, hauling you up until he could help you tilt yourself back onto the bed.

You laughed softly, reaching up to explore the gluey mess on your face. You swiped your finger through his spend, skin sticking to skin, and pushed it into your mouth.

Joel ogled you, watching as you played with his cum and eagerly lapped it up. He leaned over you, pressing a kiss to your sticky cheek and licking a stripe up your face to collect anything you missed.

“Told you,” you sighed, “Told you it would be fun.”

“Mmh,” he grunted against your jaw. “Never said it wouldn’t be.”  

You hummed in response, letting his tongue trace over your skin.

“Gimme the camera,” he murmured into you, “Watch it with me.”

You reached for the device, placing it onto your stomach where he could grab it.

“Right now?” You asked, intrigued by his impatience and urge to watch the video just as you had stopped filming.

“Right now,” he kissed your temple, grabbing the camera. “Then we’ll make another.”

[clockwayswrites]

City Pigeons Bleed Green Part 19

(I know I'm tech on a break this week, but I could use the serotonin.) masterpost

“He understands that I am coming over?” Damian asked as he inspected his pencil case to make sure he had everything he needed. Father would be picking him up from art class to fetch lunch.

“Yep, Danny knows we’re bringing lunch over,” Grayson answered. His thumb swiped idly across his phone.

Damian took a slow breath in through his nose and out through his mouth. He loved Grayson, but it did not mean that the other was not an idiot sometimes. Sometimes family meant loving someone even though they were an idiot, Damian reminded himself.

In an attempt to start again, Damian stayed silent until he was sure that he had all of his supplies in his messenger bag. “I meant, does Danny understand that it is specifically me bringing the food? Does Danny understand who I am?”

“Oh, Dami baby, yeah,” Grayson said, voice softening in a way that made Damian bristle. At least Grayson finally set his phone down. “Jay talked to him about it and is still there at the apartment with Danny now. I’ll over over to give Jason a break and be there when you and Bruce come. Do you want me to double check with Danny before you arrive?”

Damian frowned as he adjusted the strap on his bag.

“Yes,” Damian answered after a pause and when he could meet Grayson’s eyes confidently. “I believe that the redundancy would not go amiss.”

“Okay, yeah, I’ll be sure to double check before you and Bruce get there.”

“Acceptable,” Damian said and let to find Pennyworth for his ride to class.

Doing art calmed him. That knowledge had been a surprise at first. While Damian had, of course, learned about art as part of his cultural and historical training, actually being able to engage in art was was something entirely knew. Something that was available to Damian only because of his Father’s allowance.

No, that was not quite right. Father didn’t allow Damian to do art, Father simply wanted them to be happy and art is what made Damian… perhaps not happy, but at least more at peace.

Peace had been such a rare thing in Damian’s life.

He still didn’t quite know what to do with it.

Annoyingly, class that day didn’t quite manage to tamper the churning in Damian’s gut. He could (and would) ignore the feeling, of course, but that did not mean it wasn’t there.

Or that it didn’t grow as Damian was waiting for Father to pick him up for class.

“You have put in the order we discussed?” Damian asked as he buckled his seatbelt.

“Yes, it should be ready shortly after we get there,” Father answered. “You were out quickly today.”

“Tch,” Damian looked away from his father’s searching gaze and focused on the world outside the window. He hated to have tells, but in a family of detectives it was impossible not to. “If it unlikely to be ready, perhaps we should stop by the Turkish bakery that is near. Surely there are items there that are not too sweet for his diet.”

“That’s a nice idea,” Father agreed with a thoughtful hum. “He may have never had them before so we can get a little selection of what you think he needs to try.”

Damian worked not to physically freeze. That felt suddenly like a great deal of responsibility. Which was silly, it was simply food.

“That is a sound idea,” Damian said instead of trying to face his sudden worry.

It was even more overwhelming in the face of all the options. Damian certainly spent far too long making a selection, but Father doesn’t rush him, so Damian tries to allow himself the time. The food is easily acquired after. Far too quickly that they were in front of the safehouse door. Father rested one hand on the back of Damian’s back, a bracing presence, before he knocked.

“Coming!” Grayson called needlessly through the door a few moments before he it swung open. “Hey guys, come in. It’s all good.”

Damian resisted the urge to nod to that, took a breath, and crossed the threshold.

Danny sat on the couch. The fabled day saving blue bear was clutched in the boy’s lap; clutched too tightly. Damian shot Grayson an accusatory look. Clearly it wasn’t ‘all good’.

Grayson rolled his eyes and took the box of sweets from Damian to take to the kitchen with Father.

Damian was left alone with Danny.

At least it gave Damian time to properly study the other boy. Not blood son. Clone. Better and worse at once— a copy of Father. It was clear how much Danny looked like Bruce, a redundant thought now that they knew Danny was a clone, but it crossed Damian’s mind all the same. It was odd to see the still slightly sunken cheeks and too prominent collar bones on someone that looked so much like Father, so much more like Father than Damian did.

Idly, Damian wondered if Danny would ever reach Father’s stature, what with his past. Damian himself had started to grown into wild shoulders and broad chest that would someday be his body over the last year, but Danny had not.

Danny, at least a year older, was still far too slight.

But older.

The oldest blood.

Would he try to take Damian’s place now? It would only be just, with how poorly Damian had behaved when he first arrived, especially to Drake. And Damian’s brash attacks, Danny would have the right to his. He was oldest…

“Are… are you alright?”

Damian’s head snapped up at Danny’s words. When had he lost his focus?

“I do not know,” Damian said, too honest words tumbling across his tongue without his permission.

He didn’t know.

[megalony]

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Part 2

Part 3

Summary: When (Y/n) brings up the subject of more kids, her and Eddie seemed to have mixed opinions which leads to a small disagreement. And an eventful night with their kids.

Enjoy.

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Closing her eyes, (Y/n) tilted her head down and braced her hands on the sink. She could feel herself beginning to shake, but the overwhelming urge to be sick slowly started to disipate the longer (Y/n) stayed locked in place.

The cold air of the bathroom started to make her feel better and stopped her body from feeling like it was burning up. Her skin prickled with goosebumps, despite the cold sweat that broke out on her body a few minutes ago.

If this wasn't an incentive to talk to Eddie, then (Y/n) didn't know what was.

The panic she had been feeling for the last few days had been keeping her up at night. She didn't know how to approach the subject or what Eddie's reaction would be and it was increasing her nerves and making her feel worse.

Her stomach slowly started to settle and she shifted her weight from foot to foot but when she opened her eyes, she could still feel the bathroom spinning in circles around her.

She almost jumped out of her skin when there was a curt knock on the door before it was being pushed open.

There were six of them in the house and one bathroom, it was hard to find a moment to go to the bathroom without being disturbed or having to wait or push in front of someone. And none of them ever locked the door anymore if they were going for a bath or a shower because someone always needed the toilet.

(Y/n) quickly turned the tap on and began to wash her hands, trying to hold her breath at the same time to make herself feel a bit better.

She looked towards the door when Amelia leaned against it, one hand gripping the door handle while the other moved to cradle her temple.

"Mum? I have a headache again."

She knew what that meant. (Y/n) looked at her eldest who was practically leaning on the door, barely able to open her eyes. She looked like she was about to fall asleep standing up, but the look in her eyes clearly showed she was uncomfortable and didn't feel well.

(Y/n) made quick work of drying her hands, but she still felt queasy herself. She ran her damp hand through her hair and looked over at her daughter.

"Go see dad, he'll get your meds."

The twelve year old shuffled away almost immediately, aiming for the kitchen where they both knew Eddie was washing up. Amelia had epilepsy and usually, a bad headache could be a sign that she might have a seizure, therefore they had a lot of different medications for her.

Amelia had meds she would take once in a morning and once at night, every day, which were to ward off seizures. She had emergency meds to administer if she was in the middle of a bad seizure that wouldn't stop. And they had some 'as and when' medication that she could take when she felt like she might have a seizure. They often helped her go to sleep or feel settled and sometimes they would prevent seizures, but not always.

All the meds were kept in the kitchen cupboard and right now (Y/n) had a headache too. She wasn't sure she could scramble through all the meds in the cupboard to find the right ones whereas Eddie was there right now.

Trudging down the hall, Amelia leaned close to the wall but she could barely open her eyes when she got to the kitchen. The lights were too bright. She had a dimer light in her bedroom and a lava lamp which was pale green and worked better for her migraines than having a bright lamp on. It was a good job she didn't share a room with Chris because he had LED lights around his tv and fairy lights around his bed.

"Dad, mum said you'd get my meds for me."

Eddie glanced down at his watch before he looked over his shoulder, but when he realised his daughter looked like she was practically sleep walking, he frowned.

He swiped his hands up and down his jeans to dry them before he walked over to her. He went to tilt her head back but his lips rolled together when she pushed forward and buried her face in his chest instead. He breathed through a sigh and cupped the back of her neck, kissing her temple while he stretched his left hand out and opened the top cupboard.

"How bad you feeling, carino?" He murmured against the top of her head while he found the little grey basket where they kept all the meds specifically for Amelia.

"Drowsy… can I go to bed?"

Eddie's eyes widened at her words. She had to be feeling bad if she wanted to go to bed early.

Looking through the basket, Eddie found her usual twice-daily meds and popped one on the counter before he rummaged around for her other medication. He didn't think giving her two would be a good idea if she was tired and when she was going to have her usual meds if she wanted to go to sleep. One would be enough to make her feel a bit better and calm her mind enough to go to sleep.

He detached from her to fill a glass with water and held it out to her as she slouched against the counter.

"There you go, I'll come check on you both in a bit." Eddie had already put Tilly to bed since the toddler had fallen to sleep. But he would check on both girls in a while, it wasn't unusual for Amelia to struggle to sleep or seize before she went to sleep.

Once she'd taken her meds, Amelia waited for Eddie to kiss her temple before she shuffled back down the hall towards her and Tilly's bedroom. She would probably put her headphones on for a while and lay in bed.

Eddie grabbed a drink from the fridge before he wandered into the living room. This was strange. All the kids were in their rooms, Tilly was asleep, Amelia was about to go to bed and both Paul and Chris were in their room watching a movie. Although Eddie was sure Paul would be asleep by now too as he had been nodding off earlier.

He sat on the sofa and flicked through the channels, it felt weird to be able to choose a programme to watch rather than having the tv overrun with cartoons or kids movies.

A soft grin spread across his features when he heard footsteps and he looked to see (Y/n) aiming his way. He lifted his arm, shivering when she sat down next to him and instantly cuddled up into his side. When he felt her lips attaching to the side of his neck, Eddie kissed the top of her head and tightened his arm around her waist.

He could feel her fingertips gliding across his chest, drawing patterns into his shirt like she was trying to send him secret messages.

"Lia okay?" (Y/n) murmured against his neck, feeling the way Eddie's breaths became deeper beneath her lips.

"Yeah, she's gone to bed. Wanna watch a movie?" Again, it felt strange to say that to (Y/n) rather than to the kids. The only times they watched movies together, alone, was when the kids were at school and they had a day off together or when all the kids went to (Y/n)'s parents for the weekend.

(Y/n) leaned her cheek on his shoulder and brought her knees up so they were pressing into Eddie's thigh. She wormed her left arm between his back and the sofa as she tried to calm down her heartbeat that was becoming erratic with nerves.

"Sure."

With all the kids asleep or just generally settled in bed, this would give (Y/n) a good opportunity to talk to Eddie. She wanted to have this conversation when the two of them were home alone, without the kids nearby to risk hearing the conversation. But this was better than nothing and none of the kids could hear them unless they came running into the living room.

(Y/n) couldn't go another night thinking about this and not talking it through with Eddie, the anxiety was eating away at her.

"Babe…" She kept her cheek on his shoulder so she didn't have to look up at him and her eyes focused on the tv where Eddie was scrolling through some of the movies they had recorded. There was a whole list of movies they wanted to watch but hadn't gotten around to yet.

"Hm?" The vibration of his voice sent shivers through (Y/n) and she felt him kiss the top of her head while he selected a random movie from the list.

"You know when you were talking to Buck last week?"

"You'll have to remind me what conversation you're referring to, amor." Eddie could feel a grin spreading across his lips, despite not knowing what (Y/n) was talking about yet.

He had so many strange, random and ludicris conversations with Buck almost every day that it was impossible to remember them all. And he didn't have a clue which conversations (Y/n) or the kids might have heard or which one she was thinking of right now.

"When Buck said we have a full army of kids," (Y/n) smiled at the memory. Buck wanted them to take the kids to a zoo out of town and, being Buck, he had been looking at tickets already. He found it would be cheaper to get two family tickets as if two of Eddie and (Y/n)'s four kids were Buck's, then it would be cheaper.

A lot of the team had often said Eddie had his own little army or football team since they had four kids and none of them ever meant anything bad by it. Eddie was proud to be the one with the most kids out of their work-family.

"Oh, yeah, he wants to go to the zoo next week. Why?"

"Well, I just… you said you love having a big army. Do you think about having anymore?" (Y/n) did her best to hide the unease from her voice and kept her eyes set on the tv that was just starting to show the beginning of the horror movie Eddie had chosen.

She felt Eddie's arm shift around her waist and his hand moved to feather up and down her hip and she wasn't sure whether the chuckle he let out into her hair was a good sign or not.

"What, more kids than we already have?" He mumbled for confirmation while his eyes drifted between (Y/n) and the movie.

"Yeah, well, another baby." (Y/n) leaned back and pushed up off Eddie's chest so she could be level with him and gauge for his reaction. The laugh and shake of his head wasn't what she had been hoping for.

"Fuck, no."

A jolt surged through (Y/n)'s heart like she had been charged with electricity and a quiet 'oh' tumbled past her lips. She quickly dropped back down, landing her cheek on his shoulder again with a thump while she shifted her arms to wrap them around her chest rather than around Eddie.

That wasn't the reaction she had prayed to see; it was what she had been worried about.

She felt Eddie's hand on her waist give her a squeeze, but she ignored the touch and tried to focus on the tv. She wasn't sure what to do now. (Y/n) had come up with all sorts of responses and questions and things to say if Eddie had this kind of reaction, but now, her mind was blank. Everything had flown out of her head and all she could think about was the way her stomach was churning and her throat felt like it was closing up.

"Amor?" Eddie pressed a kiss to her hairline and tucked his chin into his neck so he could try and look down at her.

(Y/n) tried to mutter 'forget it' but her voice caught in her throat and she realised her eyes were watering. Eddie didn't like the lack of response, he could feel his chest tightening up and when he looked down at his wife, he paused the tv. He had a feeling he'd just said something utterly wrong.

The moment the movie was paused, (Y/n) swung her legs over the side of the sofa and got to her feet. She swiped her hand beneath her eyes but it didn't stop the tears that started to cascade down her face.

She wasn't sure where she was going and she knew she couldn't go into their room because then they would be closer to the kids. And if this turned into an argument, (Y/n) didn't want the kids catching wind of the conversation.

She aimed for the kitchen instead and briskly yanked open the fridge so harshly the door clattered against the wall. (Y/n) darted her watering eyes around the fridge, unsure what she was looking for and she settled on taking the juice, she may as well make herself a drink while she was trying to stay distracted.

"Baby, are you gonna talk to me?" Eddie followed her into the kitchen and propped his hip against the sink, but his eyes narrowed when he watched (Y/n).

She was shaking.

His lips formed a frown and he leaned over and gently took the juice bottle from her and poured it instead. But he didn't like the way (Y/n) twisted away from him or how she kept her eyes focused on the counter rather than him when he slid the glass across to her.

"Just forget it. It's okay." (Y/n) took a deep breath and tried to raise the glass to her lips, but her hands were still shaking and one mouthful made her sure she was going to throw up.

"No, let's not forget it, talk to me."

She did her best to continue looking down at the counter, but a shiver crawled over her skin when Eddie leaned closer to her. His hand gently tucked beneath her chin and tilted her head in his direction, but the moment Eddie's eyes set on the tears tracing down her cheeks, his gut pulled in. A groan caught in the back of his throat and he traced his thumb across her lower lip while he leaned closer and pecked her temple.

"Fuck, amor I've clearly said something wrong here." Tilting his head down, he pressed his temple against hers and nudged their noses together.

He hated to see (Y/n) cry, and knowing he had said something to make her upset made Eddie feel sick. He didn't want to upset her and he hadn't meant to upset her. He didn't think she was being serious about having a baby, he presumed she was just striking up conversation since Buck had made that passing comment last week.

Moving his hands up, he gently but firmly cupped (Y/n)'s face in his hands with his thumbs grazing across her cheekbones just beneath her eyes. He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips just as he felt (Y/n)'s hands reach up to grip his wrists. He feared for a moment that she was going to pull away from his touch, but she seemed to hold him tighter as if making sure he wasn't going to take a step away.

"Mi amor, do you really want another baby?"

His voice was so gentle and sweet that it caused more tears to fall down (Y/n)'s face. She did her best to hold herself together but she couldn't look him in the eye. Not when those brown eyes were so caring and full of worry and confusion.

She had never said anything to him about wanting another child and Eddie hadn't given it much thought. They had two girls and two boys, and Tilly hadn't exactly been planned. It just seemed like an unspoken agreement between them that their family was perfect just the way it was and they were happy with the brood they had.

Eddie hadn't thought about having another baby, it never really crossed his mind to be something to contemplate.

"That's not- not the point," She held her voice together just enough to stop from breaking apart or having her tone come out scratchy and off pitch.

"Okay, then what is? Hm, talk to me baby." Again, his tone was gentle and understanding and (Y/n) wished she could just project her thoughts into his mind already so she didn't have to actually tell him. But if she didn't tell him, nothing was going to make sense and they needed to talk about this.

"I'm already pregnant."

She didn't dare lift her eyes any higher than Eddie's chin, too afraid of the reaction she was going to see. She focused on watching his jaw click from side to side, ignoring how his lips were starting to part and move without actually saying anything. And she didn't want to think about the emotions that would be circling around in his pupils right now.

(Y/n) found out a few days ago that she was pregnant, and they hadn't exactly been trying for a baby this time around. They had been happy every other time, even with Tilly when she had been a real surprise, considering they didn't find out until (Y/n) was over fifteen weeks along. And they already had three kids at that point.

She knew that one more wouldn't change things too much, but it was going to be harder with five kids. It wouldn't be impossible, but it wouldn't exactly be easy, and it wasn't as if they could just say no and turn back now.

(Y/n) didn't realise she was shaking Eddie's wrists she was gripping tightly until he carefully broke his wrists out of her grasp. She feared for a few seconds that he was going to walk away from her and the thought made her heart leap up into her throat.

But instead of pulling away, Eddie wormed his arms around her waist instead. He spread his hands out on her back and pulled her into him while he tucked his face into the crook of her neck.

She looped her shaking arms around the back of his neck, but when Eddie felt her sniff and try to gain a proper breath, he pulled back. He looked down at her, resting his temple down on hers while his arms gave her a loving squeeze.

"Hey, no tears mi amor. This is good news."

"What?" She swiped her hand beneath her eyes to dry away the tears she couldn't help but shed. Her eyes filled with curiosity. Eddie had already said he didn't want more kids, she didn't want him to pretend or try and say what she wanted to hear if he didn't mean it.

"You know I love how you look when you're pregnant. And the kids mean the world to me, I love our army." His smile was genuine but it only seemed to multiply the confusion bubbling up inside of (Y/n).

"But you said-"

"I was wrong. Amor I didn't mean it like that, I swear. I just- Dios, I worry, okay? This is the best job I've had but it's demanding, and I wanna be here for you and the kids. I don't wanna leave you struggling with five kids if I'm at work and I wanna be here for them." He felt the way her chest fluttered when he moved his hand to place his palm delicately on her stomach. "All of them."

The kids meant everything to Eddie; he loved their family and he was proud of it. But this was a demanding job, it meant he didn't always get the day off for the kid's birthdays or school events. He couldn't be home to put them to bed every night. He couldn't make all of their hospital appointments and he didn't always find out about Amelia's seizures until he came home if (Y/n) couldn't get hold of him.

Eddie worried that another baby would mean he might not be able to split himself between (Y/n) and all the kids. He didn't want to make her do all the work like his father had done with his mother. His father barely raised him or his sisters at all and Eddie strived to be different.

He wanted to be there for everything with the kids, another baby just meant he would have to try a bit harder and would have another person to cherish and be there for.

(Y/n) could feel a tepid smile working its way onto her lips, despite the unease she was still feeling. She didn't want to think that Eddie was saying what she wanted to hear and she didn't want to imagine him not wanting this baby.

But his smile said different; his smile said he was instantly warming up to the idea. The way he leaned down and stole a kiss from her lips made (Y/n) feel the warmth radiating off of him and she could feel the love he was pouring into his touch. He was practically bruising her lips to transfer every emotion he had onto her.

"You- you mean it? You really want another baby?" She breathed against his lips, inhaling each gasp of air he took as she moved her hand to cradle the side of his neck.

"I wanna have another baby in my arms again. You know I always miss that feeling." When they had Tilly, Eddie thought she would be their last. He thought he wouldn't have that feeling again of having a newborn snuggled up on his chest or a toddler running around crying for his attention.

He thought the late night feeds and cuddles were over. He thought he wouldn't witness anymore first words or first steps or see himself pushing another pram. Or jogging round the neighbourhood with a newborn in a pram to settle them and do his exercises.

But he could already feel the adrenaline sparking in his stomach at the thought of doing all of those things again. All the things he loved but thought they were finished with.

"Come on."

(Y/n)'s breath hitched in her throat when Eddie's hands wandered down to cup her thighs and he hoisted her up until she was perched on his waist. Her arms stayed looped around his neck and she tucked her face into the crook of his shoulder while he walked them out of the kitchen and back into the living room.

She could feel herself calming down immensely by the time they were sat in the living room again. All the nerves that had bubbled up in her stomach started to fizzle out and disipate and the panic she felt earlier had been forgotten.

Eddie laid out on the sofa with his feet pressed up against the opposite arm rest and (Y/n) laid between his legs. He had one arm bent behind his head, propping his head up so he didn't fall asleep during the movie, and his other arm was bound around (Y/n)'s waist.

She was laid on her side, her face burrowed down into Eddie's chest with one hand scrunched up in his shirt. It was hard to keep her eyes open when she was tired enough to fall asleep right here like this, especially when a jump scare happened in the movie and she hid her face in Eddie's chest.

She knew there had been a reason he chose this movie. Eddie liked horror movies, he loved the gore, the dark scenes didn't bother him and the storylines never seemed to scare him. But he loved how each little jump got to (Y/n), even if she wasn't necessarily frightened, just not expecting it. He loved when she would hide away behind him or burrow into him like this.

"You still awake?" Eddie murmured softly, running his hand up and down her back and over the curve of her hip. The movie had almost ended by now, they had about twenty minutes left, if that and Eddie knew they would probably go and watch a movie in bed after this. One they had seen before and could easily fall asleep to.

(Y/n) hummed quietly and kissed his chest through his shirt before she nuzzled her cheek into his chest and wriggled to get comfy again.

She liked the feeling of Eddie's fingers ghosting up and down her waist and along her back, even though the touch was distracting her from the movie somewhat.

Eddie kissed the top of her head before he pushed his chest up into her so he could lean and take a look over the back of the sofa. He heard one of the bedroom doors open. He couldn't see which kid it was who had gotten up, but when he heard the bathroom light click on, he turned back to focus on the tv. If one of them was going to the toilet they wouldn't need him or (Y/n). It would only be if they couldn't get back to sleep or had a nightmare that they would need some help.

He went back to kissing the top of (Y/n)'s head, burying his lips into her hair for a few minutes. He could just have fallen asleep and he tilted his head back into the crook of his elbow propped up behind his head.

He was sure he was about to nod off then and there, but his attention peaked when one of the bedroom doors creaked open again. His ears tuned in to the quiet noises coming from the hallway and he tried to decipher which of their kids it was and what they were doing. But when the sound of bare feet shuffling against the laminate floor caught his attention, Eddie peaked behind the sofa again.

"Why aren't you in bed?" His voice was quiet and a bit croaky but he smiled when he watched Paul shuffle towards the end of the sofa where Eddie and (Y/n)'s feet were tangled together.

Eddie's leg jerked when Paul gently grabbed his bare foot and started moving it from side to side. Clearly the five year old was trying to distract himself and make sure he wasn't in trouble for being out of bed.

"What's up baby?" (Y/n) rubbed her eyes and twisted to look over at Paul, he looked like he had been asleep for a while. He could barely keep his eyes open and he was swaying back and forth from his heels to his toes.

"Need toilet, but Lia's asleep on the toilet." Paul timidly let go of Eddie's foot and pointed back towards the hallway.

It wasn't often that Paul or Chris woke during the night for the toilet, they could usually go all night without needing to go. But it was just his luck that when Paul got up to go, he opened the bathroom door to find his big sister already in there. He had been rather unsure why she seemed to be fast asleep sat on the toilet and although he didn't want to stray since he was tired, he needed to go.

(Y/n) tilted her head back to look up at Eddie, but he wore the same confused look as she did.

Amelia wasn't one for falling asleep just anywhere, and she had certainly never fallen asleep on the toilet before. This wasn't like her, clearly she wasn't feeling well tonight.

"I'll go see what she's doing." She felt Eddie's hands on her hips as she wriggled around and slowly heaved onto her feet.

As quick as lightning, Paul scuttled onto the sofa and took (Y/n)'s place barely a second after she vacated Eddie's lap. As if he was keeping her seat warm for her. He clambered between Eddie's legs and slumped into his abdomen with a thud, curling up like a little fox while Eddie wrapped his arms around his youngest boy.

Another headache began to stir behind (Y/n)'s eyes but she tried her best to push the feeling aside. It would probably be because she was tired and needed to get some sleep, combined with all the mixed emotions she had been feeling tonight.

Her hand moved to cradle her temple as she walked down the dark hallway. They never left the lights on in the hall because it annoyed all the kids to see the light streaming through the gap beneath the doors. Especially when they usually had to leave the boy's bedroom door open ajar. Both boys liked it open because they liked their parents to check in on them during the night.

When she reached the bathroom, (Y/n) gently tapped her knuckles on the door before she peeked her head round.

"Lia, baby you okay?"

As Paul said, there was Amelia sat on the toilet which was in the left-corner of the room. She was slumped to the left, her head slumped into the wall and her arms limp on her lap. The eldest looked like she had fallen asleep, but (Y/n) could hear her murmuring something.

Confusion pooled on (Y/n)'s face as she headed over towards her daughter and crouched down to the side of her. She tried to be cautious when she rested her hands on Amelia's thighs, but she frowned. Her legs were stiff and tense. They felt like they were made out of wood.

"Lia?" She brushed her thumbs along Amelia's thighs and gently shook her to try and get her attention. But when her legs suddenly kicked out and held straight like planks, (Y/n) froze.

A horrid trembling set in Amelia's body and her feet curled and bent inwards towards one another like she was a ballerina. Her legs began to rattle up and down which caused the toilet seat to tremor and jerk like it was about to snap off. And both hands, still on her thighs, started to curl and her fingers twitched inwards towards her palms.

She was having a seizure.

Her chin was dithering up and down against her chest and she was no longer mumbling or muttering anything. Her back began to slam back against the toilet which made (Y/n) wince; that was going to give her bruises.

Her body went from side to side and the way she had her legs held straight made her lift up off the toilet slightly. She wasn't going to balance like this for long.

Reaching up, (Y/n) moved her hands to try and wrap them carefully around her daughter's waist to keep her steady. It didn't work very well when Amelia thrashed back into the toilet, knocking the lid before she started to tumble to the right.

"Fuck- ow, Eddie! Babe!" (Y/n)'s head snapped back when Amelia's temple crashed into hers and almost knocked her out.

Her legs bent awkwardly beneath her and her heels touched the back of her thighs as she toppled backwards onto the floor. (Y/n) managed to keep her arms around her daughter's waist and she landed on top of her mum with a thump.

Twisting to the left, she tried to be careful and eased Amelia onto her side so she wasn't laying on top of her. An elbow to the stomach wasn't going to be a good idea right now.

"Alright baby, i-it's alright." (Y/n) huffed and rolled onto her knees, feeling the sudden urge to be sick but she tried her best to ignore it.

Her hands trembled as she leaned up on her knees and reached down for Amelia's legs. Her underwear and pyjama bottoms were hanging around her lower legs, that wouldn't be a good feeling if she woke up like that and (Y/n) doubted she would want Eddie seeing her like that either. She managed to drag Amelia's bottoms back up her tense thighs, snapping the elastic around her hips just as Eddie blundered into the room.

"Oh fuck!"

Eddie scrambled into the room and went down on his knees beside (Y/n), his hands hurriedly reaching out for Amelia. He cradled the back of her neck and held her thigh so he could ease her onto her left side so her back was facing them. His thumb brushed across her skin when she began to drool and he leaned over her to check she wasn't choking when her breathing sounded like she was wheezing. But her airways were clear.

"She started seizing on the toilet?" It was more of a question than a statement because Eddie hadn't known their daughter to do this before. But then again, she had told them tonight that she didn't feel well.

Migraines and a general unease usually meant Amelia could feel a seizure building up, she just didn't know when they would happen. Clearly, this one had been building up for a while.

"I think she's had an absent one and then gone into this one." (Y/n) ran her hand up and down Amelia's waist while Eddie held the back of her neck and her upper arm to keep her in place.

But he noticed (Y/n) move to rub her temple and subsequently wince. "You okay?" He huffed, tensing his arms to try and hold their daughter steady so she didn't writhe or hurt herself.

"She clocked me when she fell into me, I'm alright." She felt Eddie's eyes raking over her to double check for himself before he looked back down at Amelia.

"Alright carino, you're doing great. Almost over now." He hushed as he leaned over her and pecked the side of her head. She wasn't writhing as much now, but her legs were still as straight as planks and her hands were digging into her lower chest. Both hands curled and fingers bent at odd angles which could make her muscles cramp when this seizure was finally over.

"Daddy…"

Eddie's head snapped to look over his shoulder and his lips pursed when he saw Paul leaning around the doorframe.

"Go wait in your room please buddy, Lia's not well tonight." All the kids had seen Amelia have seizures. She'd been having them since she was two so Chris, Paul and Tilly were growing up around them. It was a normality for them and they all knew what to do. They hadn't seen her have a bad seizure in over a year.

The last time that happened was when they were all at a party at Bobby and Athena's place. Amelia started biting her tongue and began choking and the seizure had been bad enough for them to have to take her to hospital.

"But I need the toilet," Paul fidgeted from foot to foot and scrunched his nose up. He didn't want to get in the way but he needed to go.

"Paul." The warning tone in Eddie's voice made the five year old shiver, but he stomped his foot in defiance.

"Daddy!" His sister wasn't using the toilet. She was on the floor now and Paul wouldn't get in their way, but he had to go or he would pee himself.

He watched the way Eddie growled and shook his head before he looked over at (Y/n). Both parents shared a look before Eddie hooked his right arm over Amelia's waist while (Y/n) held her legs. On the count of three, they carefully pulled her back, sliding her across the floor three feet towards the door so they were all away from the toilet.

Eddie clicked his fingers and pointed to the toilet, watching Paul scuttle over with a look of relief, despite the unease and panic floating around in his eyes. He tried to be quick, and he nodded when he heard (Y/n) murmur "Back to bed please," when he was done. He wouldn't hang around, he didn't like seeing his sister have a fit, it wasn't pretty.

"There we go. You back with us, carino?" Eddie kissed her temple slowly while he ran his hand up and down her arm when the trembling and jerking finally stopped.

It was as if she had been cast under a spell. Amelia's arms went slack against the floor instead of being held rigid near her chest and her fingers stayed curled into her palms, but all her muscles began to relax. Her legs finally ceased holding straight and her knees bent as her thighs slumped against the floor like she had passed out. But they could hear her trying to mutter something, but it only came out as little croaks and hums.

Amelia rubbed her cheek against the floor, trying to turn and look behind her where she could feel both parents knelt down with her. But she could barely open her eyes. The bathroom light was far too bright and she settled on keeping her eyes closed while she coiled her trembling arms closer to her chest.

"Do you feel alright?" (Y/n) glided her hand up and down Amelia's thigh, suddenly feeling exhausted herself.

"Better… want- want to go to bed." She could scarcely get the words out and it was clear in her expression that she was halfway between conscious and sleep already. She didn't feel sick, for once, she didn't feel tense or like she was going to be stuck with tensed muscles for hours and she didn't feel like she was about to go back into another seizure.

She was tired. She was drained and limp and overwrought, she just wanted to go to sleep.

A breathless chuckle left Eddie's lips and he hung his head for a moment before he leaned over her. "Alright carino, let's get you back to bed." He ran his hand up and down her arm before he carefully turned her so she was laid on her back rather than her side. He was pleased to see her arms were no longer taut and pulled tight and she wasn't trembling anymore, she had gone limp which meant the effects were wearing off.

"Eddie, if she has another in her sleep, we took the guard off…" (Y/n) looked up at him and moved her hand to his arm.

This was the first time Amelia had had a seizure on the toilet and that could imply she might have another at some point during the night, especially since she hadn't been feeling well this afternoon. (Y/n) didn't like the thought of putting Amelia to bed and wondering if it might happen again. If they did that they would have to be in and out of the girl's room every hour to check on her.

She watched Eddie lean back on his heels while his hand swiped across his jaw and chin in thought.

Growing up, all the kids used to have night guards on the side of their beds, it was a mesh frame attached to the side of the bed so if they turned over, they weren't at risk of falling out. When Amelia got diagnosed, they kept the guard on her bed as she got older so if she seized during the night, she wouldn't hurt herself or tumble out of bed.

Even though she was twelve now, they had only recently taken the guard off her bed because of how often she had seizures. And they only took it off because Amelia asked them to; she felt safe with it, but she didn't want friends coming over and seeing that she still had one. Not when her little sister also had one and it made her look childish if people didn't know why it was there.

"We might have to put it back for a while." If she had any more late night fits, Eddie would consider putting the guard back on her bed for a while, to be safe. "She can stay with us tonight."

Having her sleep in their room would save them going in and out of the girl's room to check on her and it meant Tilly wouldn't be disturbed tonight.

Eddie tried to be careful as he wound Amelia's arms loosely around the back of his neck and he shifted from his knees onto his feet. He eased her up into his arms, grinning to himself when she nuzzled her face into his shoulder. It was as if she was five years old again, begging to be carried around everywhere they went.

He felt (Y/n)'s hand on his lower back as she followed him down the hall towards their room. Once he walked inside, (Y/n) weaved round him and sat down on the bed to help him lay Amelia down in the middle.

It made them both smile to see her wriggle beneath the covers almost immediately. Her knees stayed curled up near her stomach and something told Eddie that it must feel better to have her legs curled, she had probably strained her muscles straightening them out the way she did during her seizure. She laid on her side, humming when (Y/n) kissed her temple and wrapped an arm around her waist to hug her.

(Y/n) kissed her temple again, then her cheek, but she looked up when she felt Eddie sit down on the edge of the bed. He ran his hand up and down Amelia's arm, but he looked like he was lost in thought.

Reaching across, (Y/n) gently nudged his arm, her smile silently asking what was on his mind.

"Just thinking… I might put a handrail up in the bathroom, and one in the shower. In case this happens again."

(Y/n) nodded, that seemed like a safe idea. If there was a small hand rail on the wall next to the toilet, Amelia could grab it if she felt a seizure coming. She could use it to safely get onto the floor, the same if she felt a seizure coming when she was in the shower. She only ever had a bath if either parent stayed in the bathroom with her, it was too dangerous to take a bath alone in case she seized and went under the water.

At least with a few rails dotted around it might be a bit safer and easier for her, and it would also be a safety measure for Chris. He had quite good balance but it was better to be safe than sorry.

With a smile, Eddie swung his legs round and stretched out on the bed, looping his arm around (Y/n)'s shoulders with Amelia wedged happily between them. He looked between both girls as he turned the tv on and leaned to pepper a few kisses against (Y/n)'s temple.

"We might need a bigger bed too… don't think we can get five kids in here with us."

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Warnings: DeadDoveDon'tEat| Yan!Dick Grayson, yandere themes, bat!sis is an adult 19+ (bat!sis is really just me in disguise atp)

PLEASE HERE ME OUT ON THIS PLZ AND LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS.

I have to wonder to myself sometimes how Dick's partners would react to his obsession with bat!sis. I mean come on, you'd have to admit being a third party looking in on this would be pretty fucking weird. Imagine being super excited that this handsome guy you've been with for a couple of months is finally letting you meet his family. Great, right? You're in the Wayne's family bag! Yeah well, just imagine how deep the pit is in your stomach when you catch a whiff of the pseudo-incesty vibes going on there..

Say whatever you want about Dick Grayson and pseudo incest, boo. Yan! Dick Grayson just exudes this very....weird....energy. Even if he has no intention of being that kind of.....weird. There's just something in his DNA that causes him to be a fucking creep with his darlings. He cannot control it!

"Well Kira, why would you assume he would even make his obsession obvious? I think he'd hide it very well."

Okay. I see where you're coming from.

Here's the thing. I don't think on a regular basis that his partners would know about his yandere tendencies. He doesn't really mention his sis to his partners or anything. Anyone who's never seen him interact with her before wouldn't think that there'd be anything odd happening in that department.

But in person it is a whole different story.

Even if he restrained from touching her and invading her personal space all night, his fucking stare is more than telling. It's like second nature to him that he can't even register what he's doing.

The entire time at dinner his eyes are fucking glued to his bat!sis. Like i'm talking pupils FULLY dilated, unwavering and full of desire. He wants to interact with her and be affectionate,,,he wants anything from her.. it's pitiful.

Let's be real, anyone would peep that his eyes linger on his sis for what is way longer than could be considered appropriate. He looks at her with this insatiable hunger. It's insanity.

The way he even talks to her is...freaking odd too. The weird nicknames that feel almost too intimate to be using on your sibling?The inflections in his voice?? The pale hint of blush on his cheeks whenever you respond back? The poorly hidden jealousy when she interacts with anyone else in the family?? what is going on?

His partner could bring this up to him and he'd put on the dumbest act of his entire life. It's insulting. I will say though, his actions are really so "under the radar" that you cannot really pinpoint what is even so weird about it. I mean you *technically* can but it's easy for him to come up with a defense to "you stare at your sister kind of oddly". It's just one of those things and the entire family acts like his behavior is normal, he thinks it's normal, bat!sis is too traumatized and conditioned to voice any amount of discomfort.

I think any situation really where there's a family dynamic that crosses boundaries, it's always just so hard to call out. You're made to feel like you're the real creep here for seeing something more than "what it really is".

His date is just internally spiraling while simultaneously gaslighting themselves...oh babes it's a mess

I did want to humor the thought of him keeping his distance and just keeping from a far but I don't think he could last all night without slipping up.

Just one hug, he had to get one hug in because he's oh so "touched starved." Siblings hugging each usually aren't cause for concern but--

Bat!sis was at the kitchen counter setting down a stack of plates after collecting from the table when Dick came up behind her. Both of his hands rested on either side of her, trapping her in. His body pressed against hers, his face ducked in the crook of her neck,

" I feel guilty about neglecting you all night, I haven't even been able to give you a hug yet..."

Okay, sir. That's-- you don't fucking say that shit to your---

There isn't much time to register his words before he's got her in this hug that i'm pretty sure is only meant for couples. It makes bat!sis feel all weird and icky and she's stiff the entire time. Dick is the only one enjoying this but his partner doesn't care about that. Alarms and buzzers are going off in his partner's head, right now. If she wasn't his "sis", that'd basically be like cheating,,,,no????

I mean his lips were practically all over her neck,,,or maybe they are just really.....close.

Dick isn't fucking normal, everything about this situation is wrong but his partner is steadily loosing their mind trying to rationalize it.

What do you even do in this situation as his partner?? He doesn't even hold you like that....

Two thoughts on how this would be handled is,

Dick sweet talks and gaslights his way out of this somehow. This would be flipped on their head and they are the strange one for making an innocent relationship out to be something it's not. The Partner ends up apologizing and would forever think they're crazy as shit.

2. Dick cannot girlboss his way out of this hole and his partner ends up cutting them off because he's a creep with an obvious (and I use this term very loosely) "attraction" to his bat!sis.

secret third option.

Partner confronts bat!sis about the relationship. Bat!sis is fucking terrified and doesn't know really what to do. She knows Dick is weird, she feels validated that someone else sees that it's also weird, but there's no escape out of this hell so??? Bat!sis is dodging and avoiding everything because this would surely backfire on them if she confirms anything. But also can she really confirm anything if she's just as confused as his partner if Dick actually has inappropriate feelings towards her or if he just has this screwed up perception about how siblings are supposed to act since none of them are blood related???? Idk Bat!sis is embarrassed and is bolting upstairs the second she gets.

I don't know where i'm going with this but I always think about how others may perceive yanderes and their obsessions. especially in the Batfam since it's such a special case...

[bbokicidal]

where has the time gone? | [SKZ]

genre: angst pairing: skz ot8 x reader warnings: major character death in every scenario <- read at your own discretion

may flowers grow in the saddest parts of you.

1 year, 2 months, 14 days.

"Happy Valentine's Day." Chris coos as his hands gently tighten around the bouquet pressed into his chest. There's a soft silence that falls between the two of you and he can't help but smile, knowing it's unavoidable when he's at a loss for words - and he's the only one who can speak. "I brought you these. I remembered they were your favorite," the plastic crinkles under his fingertips, slowly moving to kneel down and hand the bouquet over. The damp grass of the early morning stains his jeans and yet he can't bring himself to care when the feeling is nothing compared to the overwhelming cold of not being able to hold you in his arms. His breathing is stuttered, shaky and warm as it leaves his lips. A hand places gently atop the heavy stone in front of him; Your name engraved with your birth - and death - date. Already over a year ago... "I wish you were here with me."

1 year, 27 days.

Minho's lip curls into his teeth and he bites down. He was grateful your mother let him in here whenever he needed it; Showing up with no warning only to be let in with warm hugs and soft welcomes, whispers that he could stay as long as he wanted. Your childhood bedroom was so... inexplicably you. Books, games, an old television, and lots of old knick knacks like a doll here and there or a blanket now stained with wear and tear. He knows your mother wouldn't mind if he touched things, moved stuff around or maybe even cleaned it up a little. But he wanted to leave it the way it was when you last touched everything. He felt that if he disturbed the peace the room brought him, your spirit would be gone for good. The closest he came was letting his back rest against your bedpost as he sat on the ground and took it all in, eyes swelling with tears. He knew he needed to stop coming here, stop disturbing your family with his presence, but he didn't want to let go.

1 year.

Changbin's hands wrap tight around the balcony railing. The metal was stained with the cold and it bit at his palms and fingertips, gnawing at him to let go. Though truth be told it didn't bother him at all - He was too busy overlooking the city lights surrounding his hotel room. He knew he'd be here a year ago today; But he was supposed to be here with you. On your anniversary together, celebrating and drinking wine, eating chocolates, tangling your limbs together in the bed and enjoying each other's presence in the city of love. But because he was stupid and offered to take you out for drinks later in the evening, a year ago today, you weren't here. The memory of the driver, intoxicated and bleary, ramming into the front of the company car makes his hands tighten around the railing in anger. Who was he to take you from him? What made him hate his life so much that he had to take another's instead? Changbin seethes on the instead, jaw clenched and tears pouring down soft cheeks usually filled with small smiles. He lets out a breath; slow, tired, pissed. But he knows that you would want him to enjoy his time in Paris even if he'd gone with the others because you weren't around anymore - so he'll do his best to relax and have fun while he can. Even if the overwhelming guilt is forever lingering.

10 months, 19 days.

"It hasn't even been a year and you're asking me to get over it." Hyunjin sobs as he pushes his palms into his eyes, fingers curled tight into fists and body wracking with his cries. "I can't just forget about them! I don't know what you - expect from me!" He can feel someone's arms wrap around him from his right and he knows immediately that it's Felix, curling up close to him and pressing his cheek into Hyunjin's shoulder with a frown. He knew Hyunjin was more angry than anything about your passing - knew that he wasn't ready to quit mourning just yet. But he couldn't keep letting it show during interviews, on stage, or during other performances. Hyunjin cried when he realized you weren't backstage to cheer him on at concerts, or had angry outbursts when anyone would talk about you and joke about things you use to say or do because he thought of it as them slandering your name even if it was a simple discussion. He couldn't stand people laughing at the memory of you because what was there to laugh at? You were dead. And with your passing, a part of him that was lighter, giggly and... happy - disappeared as well.

not yet corpses; still, we rot.

8 months, 4 days.

Jisung sits with his head down on the desk, arms thrown over the back of his head and fingers grasping hard at his hoodie sleeves. The song that plays over the studio speakers is one he had produced almost a year ago now; a softer melody, something close to "13" - a song you loved more than any of the songs that came out on their albums. He never told you - he never got the chance to - but he'd been making the song for you. Back then when you'd heard it there were no lyrics - just a sweet instrumental that made you feel like you should be dancing in a ballroom to the music, or like you belonged in a romance movie with the song playing in the background. But now... Now, he'd integrated the words he'd meant to say to you all along.

"If everything around seems dark, look again, you may be the light. (-Rumi)"

3 months, 5 days, 13 hours.

Felix's head felt heavy. Clouded. Dull. Broken. How long had he been on hiatus, now...? How long would it continue? Was he letting his fans down? Oh, right now he.. truthfully couldn't be bothered to care. As much as he adored them, everyone, he felt like he had to put himself first - even if it meant disappearing from the Earth for a few months so he could grieve the loss of his favorite person in the world. He'd returned home only a few days after it had happened, giving the boys little time to see him before he left for Australia to be away from the scene of the crime. He knew it was a freak accident, knew it never should have happened, but he also knew that if he had been two steps closer, an arm's length away - you might still be with him right now. Everything would be okay. You'd be back in the dorms cuddling or baking together, smacking each other with flour and making a mess so big even Seungmin couldn't fathom it. Or maybe, if he'd been too close to you in that moment, both of you would be gone. He shouldn't be thinking it, but... maybe that would have been better than living in a world without you.

27 days.

Seungmin wasn't sure how to feel. He was one of the group members known for being quiet, minding his own business and being a bit stoic compared to the others. But this behavior was... new. The way his jaw clenched at every mention of your name, or the way his body tensed and his hands curled into fists when he saw pictures of you. He felt an overwhelming frustration each time someone brought you up in conversation, feeling as though speaking about it would make him relive the memory of seeing the moment your body collapsed into nothing. Seungmin hated everyone who spoke about you even if it was in a positive light because he didn't want them to keep bringing you up - every mention of your name made his heart tighten in his chest until it felt like he was suffocating. And it pained him even more that people thought he wasn't grieving. Because he wasn't openly crying in public or speaking about you to the masses of media. He saw the way people spoke about him online, calling him a liar, a fake; Saying his love for you was never real. So in dealing with all of his emotions, Seungmin went home every night and laid in his bed, face buried down into his pillow. He let it build up, let the tears finally flow from his eyes, and screamed into the memory foam so loud that Felix could hear it from the next room over while gaming. He'd sob into the pillow until his throat was raw, curling up around himself and pulling his blanket over his head. People were talking about you, and now about him, too. And he didn't know how to handle it.

16 hours.

Jeongin sat in silence, but his head screamed every fews seconds for him to do something. There, on the couch in his dorm, Jeongin sat stiff with his hands digging into his knees as Chan sat nearby - rubbing gently over his back and quietly talking about how they could make arrangements, celebrate your life even if you were gone; But Jeongin heard none of it. His ears were ringing; a constant, nonstop screech that pained him to sit through, all while his thoughts were whirling around in his head like a raging dust storm that clouded all other thoughts of peace and contentedness. Get up. Go to them. Go to the hospital. Go identify them even if it's not your place. Get up. Go to the hospital. Get up. Get up. Go to them. Go to them. Go. Anywhere. Away. Go away. Go away.

He choked, and Chan stopped talking. He watched as Jeongin's eyes finally welled with tears. It was one of the only times Chan had seen Jeongin so emotional with tears pooling down his face in heavy streams of grief, his chest jerking with every breath until he was breaking down in his Hyung's arms and allowing himself to be held. Even if he went to you, you wouldn't be there. You wouldn't be smiling at him, greeting him with sparkling eyes. He would never see you again. He would never hear your voice again. And how was he supposed to live with that?

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[sleepingdeath-light]

sebastian michaelis + fem bimbo s/o smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (01/09/23)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; sebastian michaelis

outline ; “would you write sebastian michaelis x bimbo reader? maybe she's smart when doing her duties, but when she knows she can relax she's just a thought-free girl sebastian can use. (maybe their contract mark is over her womb or smth; im 19)”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, bimbo!reader, dumbification kink, dom!sebastian, sadist!sebastian, overstimulation, oral sex (male and female receiving), marking kink, slight ownership kink, degradation kink, praise kink, free use kink, vaginal sex, fingering, cream pies, public / semi-public sex acts

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

sebastian michaelis is, above anything else, the perfect butler and is willing to do anything and everything in order to keep his masters safe and satisfied — whether that’s by cleaning and cooking for them or, in the case of your very unusual contract, fucking the thoughts out of them after a pressing day of work

you weren’t stupid by any means — quite the opposite, in fact, as he’s seen you masterfully manipulate peers and inferiors alike with a wit so sharp it could cut glass, and perform the duties assigned to you with such ease that he’d once questioned why you’d even formed a contract with him in the first place — but it was that same intellect that brought you the strife you’d asked him to relieve you of

after all, one can’t overthink or stress about work when their thoughts are drowned out by the feeling of being stretched out on a long, thick cock — if you’re still even able to think after he’s worked your clit so hard with those long fingers of his that you’re seeing stars and squirting so hard you’ve stained his uniform

of course during work hours he tends to you at all times, waiting on you hand and foot: waking you up in the morning with the day’s paper and fresh breakfast in bed, engaging in light banter and productive conversation with you, bringing you freshly ironed clothes suited to the day’s weather, fetching you documents and books for work, and doing other odd jobs related to the upkeep of your home — he is still a servant, after all

but when you’re ready to wind down and want nothing more than to be used and thoughtless — well, then he’s happy to indulge you there too

happy to force you to your knees (or have you lay on your back with your head hanging over the edge of your bed) and shove his cock down your throat — burying his hands in your hair and fucking your face until your cheeks and lips are covered in spit and your mascara is streaming down your face

happy to kneel between your legs as you sit at your desk or in your lounge room, massaging your thighs and waist and stomach as he uses that talented tongue and those long, slender fingers to bring you to climax over and over again — not stopping until you’re limp and gasping and sobbing, until even his eyelashes are damp with your juices, until your fingers are so tightly wound in his hair that it’s even starting to hurt him and your hands are trembling, until he’s had his fill of you

happy to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you until your legs and arms give out beneath you — legs spread as far as they can go whilst his hands roughly paw at your waist and ass and breasts (greedy and harsh and possessive), not stopping until your pussy is spent and dripping with his seed and his teeth marks are imprinted on your shoulder

happy to pick you up and fuck, finger, or lick the thoughts from your mind at any moment — you had given him free reign, after all

happy to sit you on his lap with his dick buried in your cunt, strong grip keeping you in place as he forces you to look at your reflection in the mirror — one hand gripping your chin and making you stare at the point where the two of you become one, stare at your contract mark as it flashes and pulses in time with the pulsing of your inner walls around him, not moving until you’re teary eyed and begging him to please touch you

happy to play with and tease you even in front of others: whispering absolute filth into your ear before walking away completely unaffected, giving you suggestive looks across the room whenever others can’t see him, sliding his hand a bit too far up your thigh (when sat side by side) or low down your back (when walking together) for it to be completely innocent, and even making remarks referencing things he knows you enjoy in the bedroom that to others seem completely innocent

happy to leave an array of marks all over your body as a trail of evidence showing just how much of a good girl you are for him — deep bite marks on your thighs, fingerprint bruises on your hips, scratches along your sides, nips along your throat, and deep hickeys all over your breasts (he’s very generous with how much he claims you and he seems to get off on it even after the fact, whenever he notices them on you during the day when you’re working)

happy to call you pretty and perfect and his ‘good girl’ in the same breath that he mocks you for being ‘desperate’ and ‘needy’ and ‘slutty’ — praising you for your obedience and receptiveness and reactiveness to his touch and voice and yet teasing you for being ‘so wet already’ when he hasn’t even touched you yet, even playfully spanking your clit and chuckling against your throat when you yelped and flinched away from his touch

(he is a demon, after all, so it’s only natural that he’d be at least somewhat sadistic in the bedroom — and you have plenty of bite marks, bruises, and scratches all over your body to prove it)

(and he’s at his roughest when you show off your contract in one way or another — such as when you call him ‘my demon’ or wear something that intentionally shows off your contract mark, which will lead to much more possessive behaviour when you’re alone)

he’s also not at all opposed to fucking or playing with you in public or semi public areas — at most he might suggest finding somewhere a bit more private in order to preserve your reputation amongst your peers, but if you’re insistent then your demon is hardly going to refuse you (just know that he’s not going to go gentle on you just because you decided to proposition him where others might hear or see you, he’s still a demon after all)

but, of course, sebastian is still your loyal servant and once the fun has been had he’s there to take care of you in the aftermath: running you a warm bath, tending to any injuries so they don’t get infected, wiping away all of the blood and cum and saliva without complaint, reassuring and praising you for being so good for him, putting you in fresh bed clothes, and even bringing you some food and water to help you completely recover

you still have work to do and no butler worth his salt would let his mistress risk her career over something so minor

[lexirosewrites]

19 year old omega Steve recently has come into his scent, essentially making it open season and he's able to be courted now

He is being pursued(hunted) by a former classmate, Tommy Hagan

Tommy is an alpha and had been waiting for Steve to come into his scent after he and Carol (Beta) broke up because she finally noticed his obsession with Steve

Tommy became a police officer and unfortunately abuses his position and uses his resources to keep an eye on Steve

It all comes to a head when Steve comes back home from work to find an unfamiliar scent in his nest and things moved around in his room, he also notices some underwear missing

He packs up his nest and some of his clothes and runs, runs to the only person he thinks can help him... Feral 26 year old alpha drug dealer Eddie Munson

Eddie lives with his beta uncle and has been since he was about 13 or so, he isn't ever bothered by the cops except for the Chief who always brought him back to his uncle with a warning but never ever charged him with possession, the old alpha seems to see something in the younger alpha that he doesn't see in himself

To say Eddie is surprised to see Hawkins most desired omega on his doorstep looking a mess is an understatement. The omega looks like he ran across town and through the woods, he was checking over his shoulder so he jumped when the door swung open

"I need help, a cop is after me"

"not my problem little one"

"please! It's Tommy Hagan, he's been after my neck and I can't go to the other officers because they might side with him!"

"surely you have a friend that can house you, I don't need the cops breathing down my neck anymore then they already are"

"they're just pups, and Robin is at college. You're my only hope, please Eddie help me. I'll clean and sleep on the couch, no! The floor... In the kitchen! I'll be out of the way and make meals and anything else. The chief is away for his wedding anniversary and I just need to impose myself until he's back"

Eddie growls low and steps aside letting the younger into his home

"and what if the town thinks I've taken advantage of you? Makes you out to be damaged goods? What if it actually happens and it's not just rumors"

"you're not as big and scary as you like to think you are" Steve says defiantly as he trembles

Eddie was surprised that Steve knew his name and called his bluff, Wayne was okay with Steve hiding out at theirs but told him there is no need for him to sleep on the floor or the couch. Steve would take Wayne's room and Wayne would take the couch

Slowly Eddie learns that Steve knew of Eddie from the pups he looks after that Eddie runs campaigns for, the two also grow closer and closer until they finally start courting for real

The pups and Wayne gave their blessings right away but Eddie took longer winning Robin over, Eddie's friends are nervous about the potential draw back of Eddie courting Steve Harrington but are supportive in the end

Tommy does eventually catch wind of where Steve has been staying and comes to take what he feels is his

However he wasn't expecting the whole trailer park and neighborhood to come in defense of Steve and Eddie and he certainly wasn't expecting to be publicly rejected by Steve and he definitely wasn't expecting to lose his job and be arrested by the chief of police old man Hopper once he learns about all the things Tommy has done

Steve and Eddie eventually mate and have pups the first of which are twins that bring the parents much joy

poor Steve!!!🥺

[devildomwriter]

Mammon Birthday Special 100 Fun Facts

1. Mammon states that he sleeps in the nude

2. Mammon despises witches and was nearly chopped into pieces by them once but Lucifer rescued him (although Lucifer was also the one to recommend they cut him into pieces)

3. When Levi tried attacking Mammon in his sleep, before he could even bring his foot down on Mammon, Mammon had him in a headlock

4. Mammon has a habit of stripping while drunk

5. Mammon does not like it when bath’s smell like flowers

6. Mammon’s dream for the future is having a carefree and playful life

7. Mammon starts his baths by washing his head

8. Mammon’s fear of ghosts and monsters originates a little after a year of living in the Devildom when he is possessed by a ghost

9. Mammon hates a Devildom song called “Corpse Rock”

10. Karasu refers to Mammon as noodle-boy

11. In earlier chats and Devilgrams Mammon is said to be a cat person, in later stories he is said to be a dog person, but his birthday information card again states he is more of a cat person

12. Mammon’s motto is “Money will makes the Devil turn millstones.”

13. Mammon’s daily activity is procrastinating in MC’s room

14. Mammon is obsessed with his shades and when he accidentally breaks them he’s devastated

15. According to Beelzebub, Mammon is bad at cooking and doesn’t make good peanut butter sandwiches

16. When Belphie and Beel helped Mammon pick out his human world outfit, he was so touched he bought them their human world clothes

17. Mammon states if the Devildom disappeared tomorrow he’d borrow as much money as he wanted to spend and not have to pay any of it back

18. Mammon’s favorite food in hell is Soy Sauce flavored cup ramen

19. In a love survey in B’s log, Mammin is said to be the active one pursuing love

20. Mammon is said to attract the “sassy and outgoing” types

21. The first thing Mammon does in the morning is check his stocks

22. In the love survey in B’s log when asked if he’d want to be bound by or bind his lover his response was “what do you want me to do? What did you say? Idiot!”

23. Mammon’s car is a Demonio 666 Lexura. The specific type was very rare and (unbeknownst to him originally) only with Lucifer and Diavolo’s help was he able to get it

24. Mammon easily forgets anniversaries and special dates of remembrance

25. Mammon is unable to express himself frankly

26. Mammon likes R&B music

27. Mammon is not a morning demon

28. One of the first things in the game said about Mammon by his brothers is that he’s a masochist

29. The results of a demon brain scanning app showed that Mammon’s thoughts are 90% money

30. Mammon’s worst RAD subject is Hexes and Curses

31. Mammon became Lucifer’s attendant in the Celestial Realm before Leviathan had even been born

32. Mammon was once almost roasted alive by hellfire

33. Mammon is a very bad liar and often admits exactly what he did when explaining that’s not what he did

34. Mammon was almost the one to tame Cerberus but Lucifer rushed in as he was about to confront the dog

35. Mammon is extremely protective of his little brothers

36. When forced to be honest, Mammon admits how much he admires and respects Lucifer

37. When Lucifer has a bad day, Mammon will bring him a drink and sandwich without being asked

38. Mammon was almost kicked out of the celestial realm thousands of years before the fall until Lucifer got through to him

39. Besides the people who were told what Simeon was going through in season 4, Mammon was the first one to notice something was wrong with him

40. Once Mammon was punished by Lucifer by being tickled until he laughed so hard he was humiliated

41. Mammon was given a serum with unknown results that caused him to tell MC he wanted to do many explicit things with them

42. Even Michael was unable to handle Mammon as an angel

43. Mammon is so fast that not even Diavolo and Lucifer can catch up to him

44. It’s been mentioned multiple times that Mammon uses crows as familiars

45. When Lucifer cannot trust Diavolo, he turns to Mammon

46. Mammon once called up Simeon to ask about significant lines in the TSL series so he could successfully hack into Leviathan’s akuzon account

47. Levi and Mammon sometimes perform standup comedy

48. When Mammon tried making a cake for Lucifer on his birthday in the Celestial Realm, he accidentally destroyed the kitchen, infuriating Michael

49. Mammon works as a model occasionally

50. In lesson 11 of the game Mammon claims he is well over 5,000 years old

51. In the celestial realm Mammon would often watch over the younger angels

52. Mammon once tried selling bird feathers to the lesser angels, claiming they were seraph feathers

53. In the celestial realm, Mammon once used the lesser angels to play a game of life-size chess

54. Mammon is said to have been the one who rallied and encouraged the angels in the Celestial war

55. Unlike his brothers, Mammon doesn’t often lose control of his powers

56. Whenever Mammon comes up with solutions to a crisis, they usually make things worse

57. Mammon struggles with math unless he thinks about it as calculating money

58. Mammon loves pandas because they’re profitable

59. Mammon always lets his brothers know about sales and deals going on

60. Mammon is the one who told Lucifer to always have pride and not regret his decision about the war

61. Mammon was cursed to speak like a cat during season 4 and Satan was unable to leave his side even getting Mammon to play with cat toys.

62. The first time Mammon lost control of his powers and transformed into a demon in the game is when he misunderstood a conversation between Levi and MC and assumed they had “relations”

63. Mammon is one of the only people who will indulge Asmodeus and watch his one-man fashion shows

64. When Mammon put too many meals on Satan’s tab, Satan called up Solomon and told him Mammon wanted to try his new recipe

65. Mammon has kidnapped MC multiple times

66. Mammon sometimes goes clubbing with Asmo after part time jobs

67. After Mammon sold all of their silverware he was fired from Ristorante Six

68. Mammon is sometimes referred to as MC’s pet

69. Mammon continues to insist he’s MC’s master not the other way around

70. Mammon sees Luke as his little brother

71. Student council members used to oversee detention until Mammon kept getting detention himself

72. Mammon once accidentally cast a spell on himself that made him burst into song

73. Mammon once accidentally turned himself into a dog

74. Mammon accidentally cursed himself and became extremely small. He was scared of how Beel was looking at him

75. When Mammon made the Miss’em dolls he became extremely wealthy but later blew it all on gambling

76. Mammon is too scared to watch horror movies alone and asks Lucifer to watch them with him

77. Mammon once attacked Lucifer with a three-prong pitch fork when he embarrassed him

78. Mammon has cried from fear of Simeon multiple times

79. Mammon was unable to even pretend to break up with MC

80. Mammon is one of the reasons you need a permit to get to the human world rather than do so freely

81. Mammon got a Mohawk once but his brothers teased him so much he immediately got rid of it

82. Mammon loves the Devildom version of Harry Potter

83. Mammon often threatens lesser/younger demons to hand over all their money

84. Mammon once stopped a bank robbery and demanded the money as compensation

85. Mammon accidentally cut down a Christmas tree gifted to Lucifer from Diavolo

86. Mammon was tricked by Lucifer to gamble against everyone he’d ever screwed over all at once

87. Mammon calls going to the horse races “seeing the horsies” to try and convince MC to tag along

88. When he was Lucifer’s attendant, Mammon sought for a rare Crystal Lily flower to gift him but got lost and Lucifer had to come find him

89. Mammon used Serenity Manor as collateral in gambling as soon as he got to the human world, almost forcing everyone to go right back to the Devildom

90. When coming up with proposal’s Mammon forced Simeon, Solomon, and Luke to participate in a flash mob

91. Mammon has a blood oath with MC and Leviathan

92. Mammon accidentally won Henry 1.0 while trying his first Devildom ice cream. He was nearly eaten.

93. Mammon owns an AK-47 after winning it over in a game against Leviathan

94. Mammon fees guilty that he didn’t have a grand reason to follow Lucifer to hell rather than just feeling like it

95. Mammon once lost a bet to a bunch of rabbits

96. Mammon prefers spicy foods to sweets

97. Mammon extorted Satan for 50,000 Grimm in exchange for throwing him a baseball

98. Mammon’s highest known rank in the celestial realm within the game is a Throne

99. When Mammon was turned into a Test Name box he got used to it immediately, disappointing Beelzebub

100. Mammon died in season 4 for a few minutes but was brought back by Barbatos

[schlatt-love-bot]

yuck! - schlatt x reader

now listening: yuck - charli xcx 0:01❍─────── 2:19 ↻ ⊲  Ⅱ  ⊳  ↺

[part one (currently reading), part 1.5, part two, part three]

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Schlatt was never fond of “love,” the idea of falling in love or being in love with another person quite literally made him feel sick to his stomach. He didn’t like the commitment—it upheld a standard within his mind that he felt he would never be able to reach, like he wasn’t a good enough person to be ‘boyfriend’ material. Thinking about the pressure of a relationship, needing to be a support for another person other than himself, the planning of dates, the pressure to get married…it had put his stomach in knots regularly. He did, however, crave the physical aspects of being in love, the tender touches, light kisses…especially the sex aspect of it all. That’s how he got himself wrapped up in hookup culture, needing a sexual release without the expectation of flowers and dinner afterwards. 

When he was young and made this decision, he didn’t really care who he was hooking up with, his numbers weren’t that big on YouTube quite yet, and so he wasn’t really afraid of a subscriber meeting him off Tinder or Bumble and trying to expose him for his personal life online. As his numbers grew, though, his anxiety about being exposed as a one night stand man began to go through the roof. That’s where you enter the picture. You and Schlatt met each other during a particularly boring elective class you both needed to take to get your degrees in college, being partnered for a group project where you learned you both had the same outlook on the class and had similar hobbies. Having met Schlatt during his brief college days, you knew of his commitment issues and never judged him for his one night stand escapades. Schlatt appreciated the fact that you respected him and his lifestyle choices, most people (especially his mother) never understood why he couldn’t find it in himself to settle down. You, however, understood the inner fear he felt towards love and relationships, and you got why he relied so heavily on casual flings to meet his needs and desires.

When he started making it big as a streamer and on YouTube, it just so happened to line up with a time in your life when you became single, after a two-year long relationship you thought had good prospects of being together forever. Distraught, you came to Schlatt, who told you he knew that relationships were a bad idea, and that he tried to warn you about all that before you committed to that “dickwad”. 

“See, this is what’m talking about! Relationships are so fucking stupid…now you’re sittin’ ‘ere sobbing on my couch, for what?” He said, gesturing a hand towards you before bringing his glass of whisky up to his lips, rolling his eyes as he took a sip. You were laying on his couch, tears slowly rolling down your cheeks, glaring at him as you knew he knew you came over for comfort, not judgement. 

“Jesus…shut up, dude! I get you’re not into all that stuff…but I thought we had something real. He seemed so genuine…” You croaked, throwing a pillow at Schlatt as he raised his hands to defend himself. 

“Yeah, yeah…he was a real genuine guy..especially when he was genuinely between that other chick’s legs…” he laughed, picking up the pillow to place it back beside you, as he leaned down to wipe the tears from your cheeks. You huffed, crossing your arms as you looked away from him. 

“Not. Funny.” 

“I know it’s not. It’s seriously fucked up.” He said, continuing to wipe away the tears that came, rubbing small circles through your hair in an attempt to calm you down. “I told you, you should just do what I do. There’s no pressure..” 

He left it at that, letting you ever so slowly get over your ex with his care and support. The entire time, though, you thought about what he had mentioned—to partake in his lifestyle, how there was no pressure. Soon enough, he came to you with his own proposition. 

“Listen…you don’t have to say yes. I know we’re friends, and I don’t want this to twist that all up…but…I can’t keep seeing randos on these dating apps…the last one started talkin’ to me about L’Manberg after I came on her stomach…” he said, his hand snaking around to his neck as he looked down at the floor, hearing you chuckle at his experiences. “Are you..asking me to be your hookup partner?” 

“If that’s whatcha wanna call it, toots…” 

“No strings attached, right? Just…meeting each other’s physical needs?” You asked, contemplating the idea in your mind. You would admit, you had always wondered how Schlatt was in bed, with the amount of times he had gone out and slept with someone, coming back to you with new stories of positions and other levels of spice you had never considered taking into the bedroom ever before. Not to mention, he wasn’t a bad looking guy, either. There was always a small voice in the back of your head telling you that he was attractive, and that you could change his ways. Plus…you needed your own distraction and to have your needs met while you got over your ex, so what better way than doing that with your good friend, Schlatt?

“Exactly. We still remain good friends…but when we have needs…we meet them, together.” He said, laying out an exact plan that would include rules and consent. 

“Oh, and of course. Not falling in love. Sorry, sweetcheeks, I’m not gonna be interested.” He laughed, writing down the last rule on this makeshift contract he began writing before scribbling his name at the bottom. 

“Of course…of course. Are you seriously making me sign this thing? It means nothing, legally…” You laughed, picking up the pen he slowly pushed towards you.

“Yeah, I mean it’s not gonna legally mean anything, but it’ll show us if things get…tricky…that we started things with the same intentions, right?” He had no idea why he felt the need to draft up this contract of sorts—he was firm in his belief that he would never, genuinely fall in love with someone, but there was a fear about this in the back of his mind. He had himself convinced that it would be you falling for him and ruining this whole ordeal. 

“I guess you’re right…” You said, your voice quiet as you scribbled your name on the bottom of the paper, before meeting his gaze. 

“So…when did you wanna start all this?” 

“Hmm, no moment quite like now, right, toots?” He laughed, scooting closer to you as he placed a hand on your cheek, “If that’s alright with you, of course…” 

His voice trailed off as you let out a giggle, rolling your eyes. You leaned in, kissing him on the lips, leaving him shocked that you initiated without hesitation. 

That was about 2 years ago now, and since then you and Schlatt had come nearly inseparable. The contract still stood—neither of you were to have feelings for one another, but were to support one another platonically other than in the bedroom. The only recent amendment to the contract was when Schlatt decided that the two of you should move in together, so that your hookups could be done on a more frequent basis, as it’s what he “needed.” You were already on the hunt for a new place to live, your old apartment becoming too expensive to live on your own in, so you agreed. 

As time went on, you felt yourself wanting more. Wanting the simple, quiet moments with Schlatt something more than just a fuck buddy. Wishing that when you were in the kitchen cooking dinner that Schlatt would walk by, wrap his arms around your waist, and whisper something nice in your ear. Instead, you were met with the occasional slap on the ass, and a joke about how you’d make a nice housewife, but not for him. 

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do when you find a husband, toots.” He would always joke, showing you that he knew you needed something more, something concrete and committed, but also communicating that he knew he wasn’t capable of providing you with those experiences. 

You hit a point where you couldn’t take it anymore, though, taking matters in your own hands. You knew the root of the problem was internal fear Schlatt felt, that he wasn’t a good enough person to be able to be committed to someone, and that he needed to improve himself before being able to commit to anyone. He had gotten so used to his hookup lifestyle, though, he felt no pressure to “improve himself” like he had explained to you years ago, though, and so you knew you needed to start adding that pressure on him. 

“Flowers? Who bought you those?” He said, seeing an arrangement in a vase on the kitchen counter as you were making something at the stove. 

“Oh, no one bought me those. I bought those for you.” You said, nonchalantly, putting down the spoon you were using to look over at his reaction. One of his eyebrows began to raise, as he inspected the flowers once more. 

“Respectfully, I don’t need any flowers, sweetheart, but I appreciate the sentiment. What’s with them?” You shrugged your shoulders, leaning against the stove with crossed arms. 

“No particular reason…just saw ‘em at the store and thought of you. That’s all.” You say, seeing a slight pink tint come across his cheeks. You could tell the gears in his brain were turning, he was trying to think of a logical, platonic reason for why you would do this, but he wasn’t able to come up with one. You returned your focus to the stove, your pot nearly boiling over now from being neglected. 

“Well…thanks, sweetcheeks. Guess ‘m gonna have to repay you for these later, hmm?” He growled, slapping your bottom before going into the fridge to pull out a drink, disappearing back into his office. You sighed, knowing you were going to have to try harder.

“C’mon, don’t you think it would be fun? We live by the mountains, afterall…”

“Stargazing? The fuck do I look like…your boyfriend?” He scoffed, pushing around the pasta you made on his plate, as you sighed, putting your head in your hands. 

“No! God, you’re taking it out of context,” you sighed, shaking your head, “Friends do this type of shit, too, idiot. I just thought it would be nice to get away for a weekend, away from your 17,000 different channels and business ventures, let you clear your head for a day or two before coming back to the chaos.” 

He began to think silently, leaving you hanging. He was trying to figure out your motive, slowly over the last few months he had noticed your attempts to break down his tough, outer shell, trying to get under his skin and grow closer to him. First, he thought you were trying to be a better friend, but now the line between friend and lover was getting blurred, and the more he thought about it, the sicker he began to feel. He was confused, himself, never quite feeling the way he felt about you with any other person before, none of the women he would see quite regularly made him feel this way, either. When he was around you, he felt…domestic. An urge to protect you, keep you safe, and he had no real clue as to why. The feeling in his chest as of late was so foreign, he often wondered if something was seriously wrong with him—he mentioned in passing the other day that he thought he needed to see a doctor, something about having a heart arrhythmia or something. Was it you blurring this line, or was he unconsciously blurring it himself? The idea made him sweat, and so he once again swallowed all the thoughts and tried his best to press forward. 

“Mmm, well..when you put it that way…it does sound kind of nice.” He refused to look up and make eye contact with you as he confirmed plans. You smirked to yourself, feeling as though your intentions were finally setting on him, and that soon enough you could, maybe, call him yours for real. 

“Good, cause I already booked a stay at a nice cabin, ‘bout 15 minutes from here. Go pack your bags and let’s get going!” You say, clapping your hands together excitedly, your things already packed since you were going, regardless of his decision. He began to laugh, shaking his head as he stood up, heading to his room. 

“What the fuck is up with them…” he muttered under his breath, going through his dressers to find a few t-shirts to throw in his bag. 

“Really tryna ruin a good fuckin’ thing, aren’t they…” he couldn’t help himself from feeling a bit angry. He was slowly beginning to realize that you were wanting more, you were getting yourself attached to him not only physically, but emotionally as well, and that you were trying to coax him into believing he was becoming emotionally invested in you as well. It was confusing, to say the least, because on one hand he truly felt as though he was turning a new, uncomfortable leaf—he found himself caring about you, how your day was, how you were feeling, and wanting to connect with you on a level he hadn’t ever connected with someone before, but at the same time he was so stuck in his ways that he didn’t want to think about you as anything more than friends with benefits. His confusion has now shifted to anger, anger that you were trying to get more out of this than he was willing to give, and anger at himself that he was even considering changing his ways for someone other than himself. He finally got his bag all packed, trying to think of this little get away as a break from work, rather than stressing himself out over his feelings and your own. 

He rejoined you in the living room, seeing you checking your phone, keys in hand and your own bag placed on the ground at your feet. You hadn’t noticed him standing there quite yet, rather engrossed in something you were reading on your phone. It was at that moment Schlatt realized his heartbeat was getting quicker once again, feeling butterflies beginning to stir within his stomach. 

Ugh, he thought to himself, I feel like I’m going to be sick…what the fuck is happening to me?

Almost as if you could hear his inner dialogue, you looked up from your phone, smiling at him standing there looking dumbfounded with his bag in his hands. You slid your phone in your back pocket as you picked up your own bag. 

“Ready to go? Let’s enjoy this weekend, hmm?” 

“Let’s get this show on the road…” his voice droned on, trying his best to make it seem as though he wasn’t looking forward to spending a weekend alone with you, not having to worry about anything else. 

Night began to paint the sky full of stars, as Schlatt fed the woodfire heater inside the cabin to keep you both warm overnight. You sat, wrapped loosely in a blanket on the couch watching him, a mug of hot chocolate sitting nicely in your hands. Since arriving at the cabin, you both already had a few rounds of slow fucking on almost every surface you could find available inside. It was an attempt in Schlatt’s mind to solidify that the only connect you two shared was sexual, not romantic in any way, but after the last round when you glanced up at him with a twinkle in your eye, he began to think it was game over—something in his perspective was shifting. You could tell he was working through something internally, usually after a round he would be a gentleman and help clean you up, make sure you’re comfortable before going back to whatever it was he was doing before, but after your last round, he stared you in the eyes for what felt like forever, his eyes widened before he shook his head, grumbling something about feeling disgusted, leaving you alone on the bed you had finally made your way to in the end. You sighed, running your hands through your hair, unsure of whether or not this trip away was going to work or end up in the way you were anticipating in your mind. With the way he was acting, you’d think you did something seriously sinister to him, and he wanted to get away from you forever. Getting yourself cleaned up, you now found yourself on the couch watching him from afar. 

He finally was satisfied with how the fire was going, enjoying the sounds of the crackling wood in the somewhat uncomfortable silence he had created between the two of you. He turned around to see you comfortably watching him, wondering what his next move was going to be. 

“You mentioned stargazing, didn’t ya?” He said, sitting gently next to you, afraid if he came on too strong he might say something he regretted, or you would do something that would solidify the change he was terrified of. 

“Mhm, wasn’t sure if you remembered, honestly…” your voice trailed off, sounding a bit hurt from having your pride bruised back in the bedroom. Him leaving you like that filled you with doubt—maybe he didn’t want to be more than friends with benefits, afterall, and you’ve just been living in a big bubble of delusion. 

“Of course I remembered…c’mon now.” He said, standing up as he gestured a hand to you, offering to pull you up from the couch. You placed your mug to the side, reaching up to grab his hand and stand up yourself. Silently, you followed him as you both adorned your jackets back on, slipping on some boots as Schlatt reached over and grabbed the blanket you were once wrapped up in. You both walked out of the cabin in silence, finding a secluded spot a little bit away from the cabin, but in a clearing large enough that you could make out the stars and their constellations from underneath the trees. Schlatt laid the blanket down on the grass, sitting down before looking back up at you. 

“Are you gonna come down here and join me, or are you just gonna stand there, toots?” He chuckled, patting the spot next to him on the blanket. You let out a breathy laugh, sitting next to him before glancing up at the sky. Admiring the stars together, the silence quickly became comfortable, not tense as it was a few minutes ago. When Schlatt laid down on his back, he tugged at your jacket, signalling you to join him, to which you quickly obliged. Your head on his chest, you could ever so softly hear his heart beating intensely, making a smile creep up on your face. 

“What’s that one called…?”

“Hmm…maybe Ursa Major? Kinda looks like a bear…doesn’t it?” He hummed, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as his other hand continued to point out different constellations above you. You couldn’t help yourself from looking up at him, seeing how the stars reflected in his eyes caused you to fall deeper than you ever thought possible. 

“What’cha lookin’ at?” He said, confused why your gaze wasn’t directed at the stars any longer. 

“Have I ever told you just how…handsome you really are, Schlatt?” You said, seeing his eyes grow a bit wider than before. He felt a now familiar heat creep across his cheeks, as he said a silent prayer that you couldn’t tell just how rosy his cheeks have now become. 

Fuck. Not this lovey dovey shit…

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EDIT: Part 1.5 is out now! Smut, and smut only, so reader discretion is advised! Enjoy~ AND PART TWO! READ IT HERE :)

ANOTHER NOTE: FINAL PART OUT NOW!! Thanks for your love & support!!

[meowmarkie]

test drive — lhc

After getting stuck with creator's block thanks to a specific sexual scenario contained in your book, you end up accepting Haechan's suggestion on what could happen next.

pairing... haechan × afab!reader

genre... smut (minors DNI!)

word count... 2.0k

a/n! this is the first smut i've even written in my whole 19 years of life, so i apologize in advance if the writing seems somewhat... stiff and unrealistic! i hope you guys enjoy it <3

You sighed loudly for the 4th time in less than 5 minutes, hands never leaving the loud notebook’s keyboards. This — and the way you were slamming your fingers down on the poor keys — caught your boyfriend’s attention, who was sitting across from you at the dinner table. “What is it, Y/N?” He said, looking at you with soft eyes.

Haechan took the opportunity to study for his calculus final once he noticed that you wouldn’t be giving him any attention for the time being. He knew better than to disturb you once you opened your laptop and prepared yourself to write.

However, even though he knew he shouldn’t talk to you at the moment, the boy couldn’t bring himself not to. You just looked so divine, wearing nothing but his long shirt and the underwear bought by him, hair framing your face ever so nicely. The way you puffed your lips in annoyance was making him go insane by the minute. He was waiting patiently for an opening, and there it was. “Talk to me, pretty. Let’s see if I can help.”

“Not right now! I need to finish this paragraph, but I don’t know how to carry on with the story.” Haechan knew damn well what he was doing when he used the nickname that made you shiver. You sighed once more, which made Haechan laugh and mutter ‘cute’ under his breath. That was enough to make your cheeks burn and your gaze to divert. “Okay, fine. I don’t know if they should… you know… have sexual intercourse, or if I should make them suffer with some angst.” It was adorable to him how you always got shy when talking to him about sex in general. It was endearing in his eyes.

“I know someone who could have sexual intercourse right about now.” He loved to tease you, especially when you made it so hard not to. The both of you have been dating for a little over a year now, and just the sight of you still managed to make him so needy. Needy for sex, needy for your attention and needy for your love.

“Haechan!” You shrieked, hands instantly covering your face in embarrassment, which made him get up and stand behind you, hovering over your delicate figure, having already planned ahead on what to do. “What are you doing…?”

“I’m reading. Let me see where you stopped, I might have an idea.” He looks over and reads what you wrote, not being able to contain a smile. Everything you wrote was amazingly good, and the boy felt proud to have a girlfriend who was talented and prone to be one of the best in her generation. “Hmm… Okay! I know what to do. Let’s test your scenario out.”

Suddenly, you were out of the chair having Haechan’s hands grip your waist firmly. He placed you on top of the table with some effort, before spreading your legs enough for him to place himself in between them.

“That’s where you left off, right? When you were writing?” He said, tone breathlessly whiny and eyes full of lust. When you thought he couldn’t get any closer, he managed to do so right before nuzzling your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and small bites throughout your neck’s curve. Your breasts were pressed firmly against his chest, the sensation alone making you quiver.

It was so hot to see how much Haechan worshiped you, since being this close to your body and being, and also able to play with your neck gave him an almost painful hard on. He couldn’t keep his eagerness contained, making him kiss you passionately using his tongue right away, caging you to his impatient lips. 

He needed you so badly that following his lead was getting harder by the minute. His shaky hands explored every part of your barely clothed body, stopping for a moment on your breasts, which he fondled. A soft whine escaped from your lips, making him smirk playfully. 

“Do you really think it’s a good choice to stop this from going further, Y/N?” Haechan pulled away for a moment, making you whine, missing his lips on your mouth and his hand on your sensitive upper area.  “Y-You’d want the guy… You’d really want me to stop, beautiful? Hm?” His hot breath and shuddering sighs of pleasure were enough to turn you on even more.

“No… Please don’t, Hae. Please make me feel good” Your legs unconsciously spread open even more while your arms went back to your sides, supporting your weight once again. Not needing to hear anything else, Haechan removed your shirt, and the sight of you — almost completely bare — made him drool.

In a split second after taking the sight in, his mouth engulfed over your breast at the same time that his free hand played with your already hard nipple. The drawn out moan you let out seemed to wake up something in him, who started to grope you even harder.

Next thing you knew, his lips traveled shamelessly throughout your body, kissing every curve and every exposed spot until he got to your cunt. Your whines and moans grew louder and more desperate, making his cock twitch inside his sweatpants.

“Oh… b-baby…” He took intervals between kissing your inner thighs and the high part of your crotch. All this teasing was making you go insane and the only coherent thought in your head was telling you to shove his head in, so that he could start eating you out. However, the ‘writer’ in you begged to let this play out. “You’re this wet, just for… me.” 

Your boyfriend wasn’t the dominant type, and that was okay with you, yet there were rare times in which he would need you so badly that taking control over you was needed. This situation was happening right now, and you wanted to see how it would play out without any interference.

“Can I eat you out, Y/N? Can I fuck your pretty pussy with my tongue?” He asked, while caressing your clothed clit with his index finger — after getting on his knees for you —, making your hips buck up at the feeling. Haechan barely did anything and yet here you were, ready to give yourself to him.

“Please!” Your pants grew faster once he started removing the fabric that trapped your wet and warm core. He smiled once more at the sight of your pussy spread open just for him, arousal running down towards your ass cheeks. “I’m all yours, Hae…”

Once his hot tongue reaches your entrance, you can’t help but twitch your hips and moan his name as loud as you can. You didn’t know how needy you were until he finally started desperately making out with your pussy, licking and sucking every last bit of wetness you released, flicking his tongue desperately in order to cover all the area. Your legs were shaking as the lewd and wet sounds filled the room, the pleasure you both experienced at the moment exceeded the need for words.

And then, when your hand finally found his hair, it was Haechan’s turn to start moaning hopelessly while still eating your cunt, the vibrations helping send you even more over the edge. It wouldn’t take long for you to cum if he kept going at it. 

You didn’t think you could feel more pleasure than this, until your boyfriend manages to one up you once more. As he gets fixated on a specific spot on your clit, one of his hands trails up your leg, his middle and index fingers finding themselves lined up with your entrance. Yet another pornographic moan leaves your lips once he fingers you — slowly at first.

“Oh! m’gonna… Oh! ‘Gonna cum!” You say, hips bucking forward at an abnormal speed, having your head thrown back and back fully arched. As soon as Haechan speeds up to find the sweet spot he longed for, he can feel your pussy clenching around his fingers. 

“Yeah? Is my pretty girl going to cum for me?” Haechan pulled away for a moment in order to glance at you, and you noticed that he looked incredibly pussy drunk. Your fluids dripped from both sides of his mouth, his eyes were as hooded as yours and his lips quivered from excitement. 

Before you could even consider what to answer, your whole body began to tremble as you cum in his mouth, his words went straight to your core, helping you get to the state you found yourself in. The sight delights Haechan, who can only stare at you — his perfect girlfriend — in awe.

Once you seemed to have ridden your high on his fingers, he removed them slowly resulting in a loud ‘pop’ sound, instantly sucking on them after in order to taste every last drop of your release. “You look so beautiful, Y/N…” He says, while still on his knees.

“Get up, pretty boy. ‘Wanna make you feel good now.” Needless to say that Haechan never got up faster than this in his whole life.

Your hands snaked around his waist, putting him in the same position as before. His eyes were filled with anticipation over whatever it was that you planned to do — he didn’t care what it was, he only cared about the fact that you’d be the one doing it to him.

The moment his crotch came in contact with your still impossibly wet core, he bit his lip while his eyes closed on instinct. He tried to suppress a moan, but failed once your hand reached his bulge.

“Oh… Y/N…!” Your name sounded delicious as it left his lips, encouraging you to take your actions further, and slip a hand in the band of his sweats in order to bring them down.

As soon as you did so, his cock sprung up, gluing itself to his owner's belly. Being able to see him like this, all sweaty and wrapped around your finger, made the burning sensation return to your sensitive cunt. In turn, a glance at Haechan could tell that he was just as sensitive as you.

You took the opportunity to rub slow circles with your thumb on his reddened head that leaked pre-cum like crazy while looking deeply into his eyes, sending an overwhelming sensation throughout his body. Your poor boyfriend was so overstimulated that he’d cum if you just kept doing this for two more minutes. However, that wasn’t your plan.

Placing your hand on the base of his cock with a soft squeeze made Haechan almost fall apart, the only thing preventing him from doing so being your body. 

“K-Keep doing! That!” His voice managed to be higher than yours as he pleaded, starting to thrust into your hand since he was looking for his much desired release. “Fuck! ‘S so tight…” His delirious ‘fucked out’ state made him imagine that it was your pussy he was bottoming out into. “Hmmm… Feels too good, baby. Oh! I’m-”

Haechan got cut out by his strong orgasm since seeing your tits bounce as he ruined your hand combined with the thoughts of eating you out made him go over the edge, and cum into your hand. White spurts of his seed making a mess on your thighs, stomach and table. You definitely needed to clean that out after.

Both of you stood there, panting for air once the mood changed to something calmer, just holding each other tight.

“Well…” Your boyfriend was the first to break the silence. “I think you should write something like this. Hope that helps.” He said, trying to suppress his laugh.

“I don’t even know what to reply.” You were pondering if you should laugh or just call him a dumbass. At last, you did both.

“Yeah, but I’m your dumbass.” He smiled and kissed you dearly, also placing a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up.”

And so, he helped you get off the table and you couldn’t stop smiling. He was always such a gentleman, who would do anything and everything you asked for. You’d always be grateful to have him in your life. Especially since he helped you with some test drives like this for your upcoming book.

[strawberry-halla]

yeah alright chat let’s buckle down and psychoanalyze the veilguard ‘atonement’ ending theme!

for those who wish to listen along, the lovely amazing ghil dirthalen was able to capture the music (bioware for the love of god PLEASE release this track i will sell my soul for it) on her youtube channel, here!

i am not a music professional! these are things i picked up on listening to the theme by itself and watching the ending. i try my best to identify instruments so i will make errors in correctly identifying them. please educate me if you know more than me! i don't want to discredit anything used here!

alright let’s get into it!

0:00 - 0:47

plays right after defeating elgar’nan, this is the dread wolf theme as solas is staggering down the steps monologuing to rook about how his plan to tear down the veil must go on.

rook intercepts the lyrium dagger and here is where they make the choice to either trick, fight, or redeem solas.

0:48 - 1:18

the music is tense, but the dread wolf theme slows and starts to morph into something else.

rook turns to solas, saying how they do not wish to fight him and are given another dialogue choice after choosing the ‘redeem’ option.

1:19 - 1:30

the music sort of dins out here to just the cello/violin(?).

rook is telling solas that his plan to bring down the veil is not what he needs to do nor is it in HIS best interest. i think the music fades out here because the three dialogue options you're given are very powerful in their wording and needed to be amplified.

1:31 - 1:57

the violin/cello(?) starts off and you can hear some notes resembling the inquisition theme. this is solidified by the harp joining in and then you hear notes of someone singing like the well of sorrows theme from inquisition. i like to think this is solas fighting with himself thinking of his time during inquisition (and with lavellan) and the well of sorrows theme is both playing as solas's unyielding devotion to mythal.

solas is given the lyrium dagger to make his choice. he looks down at it, and for a brief moment you can see him tapping the blade with his finger. he's pondering this plan. he looks up at rook briefly before looking back down at the dagger again. solas looks like he's going to say something, but turns away from rook and starts to walk up the steps.

1:58 - 2:05

the harp plays the inquisition motif, or at least a very short brief version of it. you can hear the singing still as lavellan steps into the doorway and looks up at solas.

2:06 - 2:23

the violin plays as solas finally reaches the top of the stairs. it almost sounds like it's pulling? it changes notes almost as if it's changing direction. solas fighting with the idea of tearing down the veil or binding himself to it.

finally he says he can't bind himself. that 'to stop those would dishonor those i wronged to come this far.' i don't know what instrument it is, i think it's a woodwind instrument and a rainstick? plays as solas says he can't bind himself to the veil. he chooses to persist in his plan despite being given a way out.

2:24 - 2:28

GOD THIS PART. the choir builds as the inquisitor's voice cuts solas off. this same string of notes sung is often used in inquisition when the inquisitor comes on screen in the past.

no other instrument is played here. it is just the voices of the choir.

'vhenan...'

2:29 - 2:37

one note of the piano drops as soon as solas turns his head from lavellan in shame. this was exactly what he feared, letting her see him like this. the inquisitor starts trying to reason with solas: 'you think you've gone too far to come back, but you're wrong.'

2:38 - 2:53

alright SO this part is EXTREMELY important and also INCREDIBLY hard to pinpoint but if you go back and listen to inquisition's 'thedas love theme' you CAN hear parts of it interwoven in this section. the cello is so overwhelming because the inquisitor is pulling solas away from his plan again.

he's wanting to listen but he's fighting so hard because he doesn't think he deserves this. even after lavellan says she forgives him! solas doesn't think he's worthy of her.

2:54 - 3:20

the cello is pulling faster to add tension to this part because once again solas rejects even the love of his life's plea! you become hopeless thinking that their love never mattered even against the fate of the world. solas says he cannot because he feels like he NEEDS to avenge mythal by bringing down the veil. he's bound by duty and pride, there is no wisdom here.

3:21 - 3:55

ALRIGHTY FOLKS THIS PART HERE OHHHH MY GOD. so the cello swells again because solas is about to tear down the veil it seems for good, because if not even his vhenan can convince him, who can?

morrigan shows up, and as soon as she stands before solas you get slammed with all three games' themes at once! first you hear origins and then 2, and then finally inquisition all interwoven together. this part is SO insane to me. holy shit!!!!!!!

i just want to say even though we are talking about the music, you will see that morrigan, rook, and lavellan are lined up from left to right. past, present, and future. i am so fucking feral over that. they did that on purpose i don't care what anyone says. anyways! back to the music.

3:56 - 4:20

the choir again! holy fuck! you can hear da2 and a little bit of origins? at least i think it's that. this is played as rook hands morrigan mythal's essence and she channels it for mythal to appear before solas. literal chills babes!

4:21 - 4:55

DO YOU GUYS FUCKING HEAR TRESPASSER? BECAUSE I SURE FUCKING DO. HOLY SHIT. I CANNOT EVEN DESCRIBE TO YOU WHAT THIS MEANS. lost elf. solas is lost. he's lost EVERYTHING up until this moment. his family, his friends, his soulmate, EVERYTHING. he's like a sad, lost, child in this moment.

anyways! lost elf starts off really quiet and slow and deep as mythal lays out her wrongs in front of solas, showing him that he alone was not the pariah of this story. mythal reminds him that she also committed the same wrongs as he did, it's not solas's alone to regret. she was there too. if not for her, solas would not have done what he did.

4:56 - 5:22

lost elf is still playing very quietly in the background! as soon as mythal appears the cello is more carefree, flowing, free! solas is free now! lavellan KNEELS before him as solas breaks down, an immense weight falling off him as he's finally free to be who he chooses. no longer bound by pride and regret.

solas stands up and realizes that what he wants is to atone. to fix his mistakes the right way, not the way mythal would have wanted or his pride would want. his wisdom sees that if he uses what he knows, he can at least start to mend the past wrongs.

5:23 - 6:02

ugh i don't know who let hans zimmer absolutely fucking COOK here but the cello starts to move faster in a more hopeful, determined state as solas binds himself to the veil and promises to soothe the titan's dreams, help find a cure for the blight, and atone for all his mistakes. it really fills you with a sense of relief and pride for him! like yeah babe you do that! proud of you!!!

6:03 - 7:14

ok so i actually have been crying the entire time lol! i literally cannot stop. so this part! so many big feelings. lavellan steps up to solas, telling him that he won't make this journey alone. the main chorus of lost elf starts to play and i cannot tell you when you hear the cello and the fucking violin start playing TOGETHER because solas and lavellan are finally TOGETHER after being literally put through the fucking wringer for 10 fucking years.

and the SYMBOLS CRASHING TOGETHER WHEN THEY KISS IS JUST HOW I FEEL ALL THE TIME ABOUT THEM. lost elf is THEIR theme. this is not just solas's theme anymore this is solas AND lavellan's theme. they made it their theme. this is about them now, your honor!

alright so that's how i feel about all of that because this theme literally has rocked me to my core. the entire sequence is insane. the past motifs of the past games being used destroys me. and then lost elf comes in and just smacks the nail in the fucking coffin.

thank you bioware for absolutely destroying me 10 times over with this theme. and thanks to all the people who actually read my insane ramblings! i will never shut up about this sequence for the rest of my life.

[pedroscurls]

training partners (pt. 13)

summary: now that filming for deadpool & wolverine has finished, you and hugh go back home to new york and he asks you a very important question. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader warnings: smut (18+, mdni), hugh can't control himself, spooning (?) position, light choking, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, fingering, creampie, implied age gap (hugh is 55, reader is in late 20s-early 30s), no use of y/n. word count: 2.7k a/n: surprise! new chapter dropping a day early hehe. anyway, i've anticipated that this story will have a total of 19 parts (at least for what i have outlined!). we got a few chapters of some good ol' fluff and smut, so hope y'all enjoy! thank you all for reading! 💙💛 as always, this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman. prev part. - next part.

You and the rest of the cast and crew are listening to Shawn make a brief speech about the movie, about all the hard work everyone’s put into creating this. It chokes you up, tears stinging your eyes as you do your best to take more photographs. This opportunity was once in a lifetime and now that you and Hugh will be heading home, you wonder if things will change. You had been by his side for the duration of filming and you can’t imagine going back to New York and not being able to sleep next to him, or even wake up with him by your side. 

You look up at Hugh for a moment, still in his Wolverine costume but a large black coat draped around him to keep him warm. You lean against him, his eyes gazing down at you as he leans down to kiss the side of your temple. After Shawn’s speech finishes, everyone claps and celebrates the end of filming. 

You pull away from Hugh to continue to capture moments, smiling to yourself. Some are smiling, some are crying – everyone who was part of this movie had given their all and you just can’t wait to see the finished product for it. You manage to sneak away from the crowd, deciding to walk around the set. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to get to do this again and certainly not with this group of people. It’s bittersweet actually – having to go back home and face reality. 

You stop walking for a moment and hear Hugh’s voice calling your name. You turn to face him, seeing him jog slowly over to you. He gently takes your hand and pulls you into him, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “You snuck away,” he points out.

“Just wanted to get one last look,” you smile, moving your arms around him. “Can’t believe we’re gonna be home tomorrow.” 

“This project has been a dream,” Hugh admits. “And having you here made it even better.” 

You look up at him, linking your hands at his lower back. “Thank you,” you say softly. “For bringing me here with you.” 

“I’d miss you hell of a lot if you weren’t here,” Hugh chuckles. “Are you ready to be back in New York?” 

You shrug. “I’m gonna miss seeing everyone everyday. I’m gonna miss seeing you everyday.” 

Hugh smiles, bringing a hand up to tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear. “Me too, baby. I’ve gotten used to you being next to me when I sleep and wake up. Hard to think that we won’t have that when we get back home…” he continues. 

“We’ll manage,” you smile. “I believe in us.” 

Hugh grins. “You’re just perfect, aren’t you?” he teases.

“That’s something I usually say to you,” you laugh, burying your face against his chest. 

Hugh chuckles and holds you close, shutting his eyes as he holds you in his arms. He isn’t sure how things will change when you both go back to New York, but he has been thinking of asking you a question for months now. When he pulls away, Hugh looks down at you and gently leans in to peck your lips. “Will you stay the week with me when we get back home?” 

“I’d like that.” 

“Good,” Hugh says quietly. “Because I don’t think I wanna let you go yet.” 

“Hm,” you whisper. “You must really love me.”

“More than you even know, baby.” 

—

Back in New York, Hugh finds that having you in his apartment is where you should be. You’re so comfortable in his space and he enjoys the ability to wake up and sleep next to you. It’s something he had gotten used to during filming. The question he’s been wanting to ask lingers over him – even now, when you’re sitting on his couch in a pair of shorts and one of his t-shirts with a book in your lap, he wants so badly to ask you the one question that’s been on his mind. 

He wonders if maybe he’s moving too fast, if maybe you’re not quite ready to take that next step in your relationship. Hugh slowly walks over to you, seeing you look up from your book and a smile immediately lines your lips. He feels his heart race at the sight – almost like he had fallen in love all over again. He watches you set your book on the coffee table and lean back against the couch, arms spread open for him.

Hugh crawls over you and settles himself between your legs, head resting against your chest as his arms wrap around you. He shuts his eyes, feeling your fingertips run through his hair as he lets out a contented sigh. “Hi, baby.” 

“Hey,” you whisper, smiling down at him. “How was the run?”

“Would rather have done cardio with you,” he teases and nuzzles his face further into you, pressing a soft kiss on your chest. 

“You’re insatiable,” you laugh quietly.

“Not true. I’m just addicted to you,” Hugh corrects, slowly opening his eyes to look up at you. 

You roll your eyes playfully, a small smile lining your lips as you feel the heat rise in your cheeks. “What’s gonna happen when I have to go home then?” 

Hugh bites his lower lip, chin resting against your chest as your fingers continue to run through his hair. “What if…” he whispers quietly. “What if you just stay here?” 

“I’ve been here for almost a week, Hugh.”

“I know, but I mean…” Hugh crawls further up your body, hand moving to prop himself up as he stares down at you. “What if you just move in?”

Your eyes slightly widen and you slowly begin to sit up, Hugh following your movements to sit next to you instead. His arm drapes over the back of the couch, a nervous expression written across his features. “You want me to move in? That’s– That’s a big step, Hugh. Are you sure?” 

“Only if you’re comfortable,” he answers. “I want you here all the time, but if you still need time, still need space, then I understand. It’s just–” Hugh sighs. “I’ve been thinking about asking you to move in with me for months now.”

“Hugh…” 

He shakes his head, standing up from the couch. “Ah, it’s okay, baby. I don’t want to push you. We can reevaluate at another time.”

“Wait, hey,” you sigh, watching him walk towards the kitchen. You stand up and follow him, seeing him gather his cup and protein. He isn’t looking at you, focused on making his protein shake. “Hugh…” You walk around the counter and gently rest a hand over his forearm, urging him to look at you. When he does, you can see the distress in his features, the subtle embarrassment flickering in his expression. 

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” he sighs. 

“Are you sure about me moving in?” you ask hesitantly. 

“Baby,” Hugh runs a hand over his face and lets out a shaky breath. “I’m sure, but if you’re not ready yet, that’s okay too.” 

“Ask me again,” you say.

“What?” 

“Ask me again,” you repeat. 

“Baby,” Hugh shakes his head. 

“Hugh, ask me again.” 

He bites his lower lip and turns to face his entire body at you. Hugh moves his hands to rest on your hips, clearing his throat anxiously. “Will you move in with me?” 

You move your hands to his cheeks, brushing your thumbs across his soft skin. “Yes, I’d love to move in with you, Hugh.” 

“Yeah?” he asks. 

“Yeah, Hugh,” you smile. 

Slowly, a large grin lines his lips and he wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you gently off your feet. “Oh, baby, I love you.” he leans in and presses his lips against yours, moving his hands under your legs to lift you onto the counter of his kitchen island. 

Pulling away, you move your hands to his shoulders as he stands between your legs. His hands move along your thighs, biting the inside of his cheek as he keeps his eyes focused on you. “So, I’m moving in.”

“Yeah, yeah you are.” 

—

The next couple of weeks were spent moving your things out of your apartment and into Hugh’s home. This last year with him doesn’t feel real – part of you feels like you’re going to wake up and realize it was all just a dream. You’ve been doing a lot better with your self-talk, with your confidence, and it helps having Hugh and your personal trainer to help you. Jack, on the other hand, hasn’t reached out to you since that night on location. You’re grateful though because you aren’t sure what would happen if he continued to be persistent. 

After all of your things have been moved to Hugh’s place, you look around and notice that your life is now blending in with Hugh’s. He had told his kids about you, even having had the chance to meet them in person. You had told your parents about Hugh, hesitant at first because of the age gap, but they were just glad to see you happy after Jack. 

Hugh comes home late one night after dinner with Shawn and Ryan, only to find you already lying in bed, back facing the door as you’re asleep on your side. The blanket doesn’t do a good job at covering your body because it’s tangled between your legs, exposing your legs and backside for him. He clears his throat at the sight of you, dressed in one of his t-shirts and a pair of black panties. Quietly, he undoes his jeans and lowers it down his legs, kicking them silently to the side. He grabs the end of his shirt and lifts it over his head, letting it fall to the floor. Now clad in a pair of boxer briefs with his manhood straining the fabric, Hugh slowly climbs into bed, snuggling you from behind. 

His hand moves to your hip, slowly brushing it down the side of your leg and back up to tease the waistband of your panties. Hugh feels you move back against him, your backside now flush with his growing erection. You let out a quiet whimper and unconsciously roll your hips back into him. Hugh leans in and presses soft and light kisses along the side of your neck, your whimpers and moans coming out quiet and breathless. 

He moves his hand lower and pushes your panties to the side, his fingertips brushing against your slit. Hugh sees your eyes flutter open, mouth slightly agape as you stare up at him with slightly sleepy eyes. 

“H– Hugh,” you moan. “You’re back.” 

“Sorry I came home late,” Hugh whispers into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe as he slowly slides one finger into your depths. He groans quietly, feeling your wetness soak his digit. “Been dreaming about me, baby? You’re already wet.”

“Always dream of you,” you whimper, tossing your head back against his shoulder. 

Hugh smirks against you and uses his free arm to wrap around your shoulders, cupping your neck as he applies slight pressure to your throat. He hears you gasp and he thrusts another digit into you, beginning to move his fingers in and out of your soaking heat. “Love coming home to you,” he whispers, teeth grazing your earlobe. 

“Hugh,” you whimper, moving your hand to wrap around his wrist that’s slowly thrusting his fingers in lazy strokes. 

“I can’t control myself when I’m around you,” Hugh admits, keeping his fingers deeply flushed into your heat as he slowly begins to curl them within your depths. You arch your back against him, the sensations of his fingers, his throbbing length against your backside, and his hand around your throat becomes overwhelming – this wasn’t what you expected to happen when he came home from dinner.

“Baby, please,” you moan. 

“Need you bad,” Hugh growls. He pulls his fingers from you and uses the same hand to push his briefs down his legs, kicking them off and away from the bed. He takes a hold of himself and uses your slickness from his fingers to lubricate himself. “Won’t last long,” he admits. 

“Just need you, please,” you whimper, feeling his tip brush against your opening. “Hugh, god, please!” 

Hugh chuckles lowly into your ear, tightening his grip around your throat just slightly as he pushes himself past your folds. He groans and moves his hand from the base of his member to grip your hip, pulling you back into him as he pushes his hips forward. “Fuck, baby,” he moans. “Always feel so good around me.”

He moves the top of your leg slightly forward, opening yourself even further to him as he slides inch by inch into your tight and wet heat. Hugh drops his hand from your throat to grasp your breast from over the shirt you’re wearing, your back flush against his chest. This position is new for the both of you – it’s intimate, slow. 

With his hand on your hip, he grips it tightly as he continues his slow and deep thrusts, eyes falling shut. Hugh’s sounds of pleasure – grunts, growls, and groans – echo in your ear and it only drives you closer to your high. You feel every inch of his throbbing manhood move in and out of you, but your eyes widen slightly when his hand moves from your hip to your front, beginning to rub your bundle of nerves over the fabric of your panties. “Hugh!” 

“Yeah, I know,” he whispers with a growl. “Gotta come for me, baby.”

You nod and push back against him, his fingers applying pressure to your clit as he rubs it in circles. His thrusts become a bit more quick, almost erratic and you know that he’s close too. 

“Feels so good,” you moan, your walls beginning to tighten with each thrust forward. You rest the back of your head against his shoulder, eyes shut tight. Suddenly, when he growls into your ear, your walls tighten around him and you push back into him, body trembling against his own. 

Hugh grins to himself, holding you close to him as he thrusts in and out of you, using your tightened walls to get him closer and closer to his own release. “Baby,” he groans. “Gonna come, oh fuck–” Hugh shuts his eyes tight as he releases into you, his hips coming to a slow stop. 

You feel his warmth fill you up and he’s panting into your ear. When he pulls back slowly, you whimper, feeling the emptiness that his girth and length has left but feeling his seed trickle out of you. 

“I’m so glad you moved in,” Hugh whispers, placing a soft kiss on the side of your neck. “Can have you whenever I want.” 

You smile and slowly move to lie on your back, readjusting your panties to cover yourself up as you stare up at him. You reach up and place a hand on his cheek as he leans into your touch, turning his head to kiss the inside of your wrist. “That was a nice thing to wake up to,” you admit.

“Yeah? You like that, huh?” Hugh winks. 

“Oh yeah,” you smile. “Guess I have to return the favor and wake you up in my own way now.” 

Hugh smirks and lies on his back, pulling you to his side. “Looking forward to it, baby.” 

“How was Ryan and Shawn?” 

“Good,” he answers. “Just planning for the press tour,” he says softly, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. “Wish you could come with me.”

“I’m all booked with shoots for the next three months, baby.”

“I know,” Hugh turns his head and presses a soft kiss on your forehead. “You’ll at least accompany me to the premiere of the movie right?”

“Like a red carpet premiere?” 

Hugh nods. “Yeah, I’d really love for you to be by my side that night.”

“It’ll be the first event since we got together…” 

“Is that okay?” 

You nod and lean up to peck his lips. “As long as I’ve got you, Hugh, that’s more than okay.”

Hugh grins. “And you’ve got me, baby. Always have, always will.”

---

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[lazycats-stuff]

Hi author how are you doing I hope your doing fine?

I hope you don’t mind can I request a Batfam x Genius child male reader like child male reader is basically smart (and comes from a wealthy and influence family) and has higher IQ for someone so young (smarter than the rest of Batfam) Bruce met child male reader in the funeral when child male reader grandparents died leaving child male reader orphan because his parents also died. Somehow child male reader was strangely attach to Bruce even tho it's there first time meeting so he just walk up to Bruce and stare at him in wonder. Which also leads everyday male reader running away from home and going to Wayne manor because he wanted to stay close to Bruce and meeting the rest of family and which leads the male reader Butler (who's taking care of reader for time being until someone or close relative steps up and takes the role to raise reader) to apologize everytime when picks reader up from the Wayne manor. Reader already knows all the Batfam especially the Justice League secret identity with just one look at them. Male reader who is shy, quite (rarely ever makes a sound) and well mannered. Male reader has a habit of touching the technology of the bat cave or the Justice league base and knows how to fix them aswell

Btw I hope your doing all good author don’t forget to take care of yourself and have a wonderful day🥰🥰🥰😊😊

Oh the little rascal. Also, you take care of yourself too and have a great day or night, whatever time is in your country at the moment. No ideas for gifs anyone... It's pretty though. Also, your beloved author turned 19 on the 5th of May. I do have to say, I have a interesting birthdate.

Summary: (Y/N) is a very smart cookie.

Warnings: funerals, (Y/N) is smart, minor cursing here and there... Some angst, fluff

Bruce sighed quietly as he stood over the graves of Tim's parents. He put the flowers down on their graves. Tim was fighting a flu so he couldn't do it himself and Bruce has offered to do it for Tim. It was their death anniversary and Bruce knew that Tim was just dying in bed from the flu and was dying from feeling guilty of not coming.

Bruce turned his head as he heard church bells. Another funeral. Bruce looked at the church and the procession that has followed it. Two caskets...

Hold up.

He knows that face. The boy was (Y/N) (L/N). Bruce knew that his parents passed when he was truly young and that his grandparents took him when that happened.

It seems that his grandparents passed away too. Bruce met them a few times and they were lovely people and he was told that (Y/N) was a genius, but he didn't know just how much that intelligence reaches. Poor boy.

The procession was slowly passing and Bruce watched from Tim's parents graves. Bruce knew how it felt to lose your parents so young. It's almost like a big piece of you was taken and you will never be able to bring it back, no matter how hard you try.

Bruce looked back down at the graves, trying to keep the attention off of him. He didn't want to disrespect anyone, especially not the dead and besides, it's not about him. Somehow, there aren't any reporters.

Which is a very good thing, but it's a bit weird because like the vultures they are, they can sense when to come in the worst day possible and to use a tragedy for publicity. Thankfully, Bruce put his foot down when it came to his family.

Anything that invades privacy, Bruce would go after them and make sure they don't do that to him. His family didn't have anything to hide. Besides their night job, but that wasn't really illegal... It was something nice to do for the people of Gotham.

Bruce looked up when he felt that someone was watching him. It was (Y/N). He... He didn't want to be rude, but why wasn't he following the procession? Sure, he is young and saying that your parents will be 6ft underground is no easy task, but still...

Wouldn't it be good for him to get a bit of closure at least?

Bruce didn't say anything as (Y/N) simply walked up to him, in silence. Bruce noticed the suit and couldn't help but notice that he almost saw himself in the young boy.

Bruce also noted how (Y/N) watched him in wonder, tilting his head, clearly observing him.

" You are Bruce Wayne... " He said as a matter of fact, trailing off quietly at the end of the sentence.

" I am and you must be (Y/N). How come you aren't with your butler? " Bruce asked as he squatted down to (Y/N)'s level.

" I don't want to be. Too many people. " (Y/N) said and Bruce chuckled.

" I know, but it would mean a lot to him if you stayed with him. " Bruce said, remembering Alfred and his support when his parents died.

Bruce wouldn't have been the same without Alfred and his support.

" I guess so. " (Y/N) said as the the butler approached, a small smile on his face.

" Master (Y/N), what are you doing here? " The butler asked, but politely nodded at Bruce to acknowledge him. Bruce nodded back and (Y/N) huffed.

" It's way too many people. " (Y/N) said, crossing his arms with a pout on his face.

" That means your parents were liked, so come here. You won't be alone. " The butler said and (Y/N) huffed again, but took the butler's hand into his.

" My sincere condolences. " Bruce said and the butler nodded, a sad look on his face.

" Thank you... It was all by surprise. " Butler explained and Bruce nodded.

" Can I ask what they died from? " Bruce asked and the butler nodded.

" Heart attacks. Just in their sleep. " Butler explained and (Y/N) nodded. Death can come at any place, at any time. Death simply takes.

" At least it was in their sleep. " Bruce mumbled and checked on the grave the last time before turning to the duo. " I won't hold you two up anymore. I have to go and again, my condolences. " Bruce said, shaking hands with them both before leaving to his car. He walked to his car and drove off home.

" Master Bruce, master (Y/N) has arrived, yet again. " Alfred said as he walked through the kitchen, busy with making some food for everyone.

Bruce put his newspaper down and look down at the small child who went to the living room and Bruce's boys let out a cheer. Besides Damian who was still skeptic of (Y/N), but was getting there to start trusting slowly.

Then, (Y/N) slowly walked to Bruce, who sipped his coffee slowly, just to make sure to get awake. It was hell during patrol and everyone has gone insane. Just nuts. Probably more than Joker. Which is a feat of its own, but hey. Gotham is just Gotham and everything is possible.

Gotham is a city where everything's possible, but instead of dreams, you get nightmares. According to other people outside of Gotham.

" You are Batman. " (Y/N) said and Bruce spat out his coffee, coughing out the remains, trying not to choke from the said beverage. Heads whipped from the living room, shocked that (Y/N) was able to figure it out.

" I beg your pardon? " Bruce asked, still coughing as he wiped the coffee from his mouth and table. (Y/N) couldn't have done it, could he? How in God's name did he figure it out?

" You are Batman. " (Y/N) stated, so straight forward and blunt in it, making Bruce cough yet again, trying to figure out what to say. Also, to say that he was caught off guard is an understatement of the century. He is always on guard with everyone, besides his sons, and this took him... Well, using Gen Z slang would be 'took him out'.

If he guessed correctly.

" I'm not Batman. " Bruce said, trying to appear normal and not like he was just discovered and that his cover was blown wide open.

" You are. " And (Y/N) started saying how he knew and Bruce was sure he would have passed out if he was a normal human and not a vigilante.

The boys were silent as they watched it all in silence, hoping that Bruce would deter him from that answer. Something. At least something. But with how (Y/N) was talking and explaining... It was clear that they couldn't get out of it. Nothing. They couldn't lie their way out of this one.

Bruce sighed and (Y/N) smiled softly, clearly happy that he guessed.

" Yes. I'm Batman. When did you figure it out? " Bruce asked softly and (Y/N) smiled cheekily. Bruce smiled softly and thought to himself that (Y/N) was a little cheeky shit.

" When I first saw you. " (Y/N) and Damian, well, even he was impressed. That was... A bit... Holy shit.

" Afraid to interrupt, but master (Y/N)'s guardian is here. " Alfred said as he led the other butler in, who crossed his arms, but there was a fond look in his eyes.

" Master (Y/N), what did we talk about? " The butler asked and (Y/N) simply huffed.

" Come here please. " The butler added and (Y/N) nodded coming into the butler's arms. " Again, I don't know what's going on, but thank you for being patient with him. " Butler said and everyone simply replied with no problem and Jason replied with a cheeky 'kids, am I right.'

(Y/N) was slowly but surely getting way more comfortable. He saw the Batcave and fixed things that bothered everyone a lot and it was something that impressed them and made them pissed. Both at the same time, which is actually impressive.

And no one needed to explain to him how anything worked. That pissed and impressed Tim, who was proud to say that he knows their technology the best. It was just that. Impressive. But infuriating at the same time.

Either way, (Y/N) spent more time at the manor and Alfred and (Y/N)'s butler became good friends, often found venting to one another about the things that 'their billionaires' do that piss them off to no end.

Of course, (Y/N)'s butler didn't know of anyone's secret identities, just to make sure that he was the right person to tell, which is something that isn't easy to see. Sometimes, people hide their true selves and it's funny to decipher them.

Also, (Y/N) both impressed the Justice League by fixing a glitch they had in their system for months that no one was able to fix. Bruce was proud and everyone else impressed and low key jealous.

But either way, (Y/N) was now a staple of the Batfam and his guardian had no qualms about it.