#requesting nonnies

[hypnagogics]

do you think Ellie would be more a strap, tribbing, or fingering girlie?

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abby version. dina version. SMUTTY, BRAIN MELTING YAP AHEAD: TRIB TRIB TRIB. hands down. okay i mean, all of em have their perks. she likes the convenience of fingering, the way she's able to be discreet with it perchance. she likes strap because it's able to reach spots inside of you no one even knew existed before...fabled clusters of nerves that make your mind go blank as she hits them repeatedly. but tribbing?? oh girl. she loves everything about it. she loves the mutual pleasure it brings—not that she minds being on either end!—she loves the wetness of it all, if we were to get vulgar. but back to mutual pleasure for a sec, i feel like she'd just revel in the sort of domino effect it has. lemme elaborate. you're getting closer to the peak, which eggs her on to get closer to her own peak, because of the motions she's doing for herself (frantic, irregular humps and bounces on top, bucks of her hips upwards if on bottom...), the way you're reacting (whining and moaning as she fucks your brain to mush, or making her brain turn to mush), and most importantly the fact she can feel it all in real time. every twitch, throb, squirt, clench, yeah she feels it righttt where she needs. then it all tumbles in a domino, or snowball effect. positive feedback loop for the bio gals...just more and more and more and more, you get the idea. also wanna add: whatever the activity of choice was, she'd wanna clean you up properly afterwards, with her mouth of course. slurping and sucking to her heart's content, like a starved woman. like you were her death row meal. more for her own pleasure than yours let's be real...DAMN. went on a tangent lol BUT TRIB IS HER CHOICE METHINKS LMFAO.

[fishpea]

caine only allows knives to be juggled in his circus 🙄

[blighted-lights]

Hi Blight!

If you're still taking request, can you draw something sweet with Soundwave and Ravage? Maybe with them cuddling or Soundwave comforting her (or him? I've seen you use both for Ravage, so whichever!) through a pain flare-up or something? Idk, I'm just in the mood for something sappy with them haha. Thanks!

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the most amicas that have ever existed. i am ALWAYS sappy about these two. something something best friends being deeply loyal to one another and helping each other through their worst days, something something they're their worst and best selves while with each other

i actually got a few similar asks for these two, so i kinda mashed em all into one! my drawing requests are still open; gimmie more ravage requests!

[naeminaeri]

kim midriff.... yes yes so good... but perhaps... kim back....

[heeliopheelia]

Can I ask for hcs of enha with an s/o that wears a hip chain? If u cant its totally fine, 😅 just wanted to ask.

Ofc I can, love!! I’m so sorry you had to wait so long, I swear I had this 90% finished months ago but then I went on hiatus before I could bring myself to finish it… hip chains are so hot tho omg 🫶

HEESEUNG would find it so sexy omfg … once he spots the shiny thing - good luck trying to get yourself out of his grip then. if you wear it with low rise jeans – consider him gone. would tell you how hot you look all the damn time and would def snap dozen of photos of you in it

JAY he would not shy away from showing you how much he loves it 🙏 expect a compliment every ten minutes!! he’d love it however you wear it, with whatever outfit you choose. i think he’d appreciate it each and every time bcs that’s just such a cute (and hot) addition to compliment a look!! 

JAKE this mf is on your hips 24/7 💀 bro will not let you BREATHE. only a chainsaw could rip his hands off of you smh. he loves anything you wear (in his opinion you could even make the five-toes shoes look good) but if you add your lil chain on he’d love it even more!!

SUNGHOON is way more subtle and toned down with his admiration for your chain, although he would still love to run his fingers along the cool metal whenever you were the reaching distance ^^ would love to buy you more of them – whichever ones you choose 

SUNOO this man would be so vocal about his obsession with the chain PLS ✋ praises you whenever you’re in his sight, no matter if he’s already done that 7 times before that day… you need to hear about how good you look bae!!

JUNGWON has a whole ass photo album in his phone dedicated to you sporting your hip chain. no he’d find it so attractive im not joking… i personally think he doesn’t really pay much attention to outfits but he would not even once not notice the jewelry on your hip!! he’s such a sucker for it

NIKI wandering hands, wandering hands… i feel like he would like to play with the chain, especially if it has those little charms on it. he’d think it only adds up to your beauty, so he obviously would love it if you wear one!!

[bloodibambiidoll]

ok so hear me out. rafe and weird!girl get into an argument and rafe calls her weird or says something about her being normal for once and my girl gets all upset as she should.

Nonnie, are you in my walls? I’m very much having a day like this. This is heavily based on the day I had today and writing it made me feel sm better. Slight angst. Fluff. 1.8K words. NO MINORS!! (Note: weird!girl is autistic coded bc I am autistic)

You were extremely overwhelmed. It feels like every single thing is out to get you today. Before you and Rafe left to go on your first grocery shopping trip since you moved in together you got into a bit of a disagreement over the list. You are extremely picky. You have set safe foods that you like to stick to and you don’t like to stray from them. But Rafe on the other hand would eat almost anything. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that you wanted to live off of freezer waffles and chicken nuggets when he hired a professional chef for the two of you.

“Baby, why would I buy you the cheap freezer shit when I can have it made from scratch all fancy n shit?” It wasn’t about the price, you know that. It was just that Rafe wanted you to have the best of everything he could possibly give you and sometimes you just wanted the simpler things. Something that he’s still trying to understand.

“It’s just… I don’t want that. I want the ones from the store. That I always get. The ones I like.” Your lips were formed into a pout as you looked down at your lap and played with the rings on your fingers.

“Aight, Bats, if that’s what you want.” He shrugged and kissed your forehead before leaving you to finish getting ready. It was what you wanted. But you could tell it wasn’t what he wanted so you felt bad. You didn't want to be an inconvenience.

So after that you got in your head that you were too much for him. You spent the entire card ride to the grocery store thinking about how a normal girl wouldn’t want specific foods. A normal girl would be more than happy to have a personal chef make them anything and everything they wanted. A normal girl would be able to go to those fancy restaurants Rafe likes because she’d actually like anything on the menu. He tried to take you once and you spent the entire meal picking at your plate of chicken and veggies, so he never tried again settling to go places that had things you actually liked.

Then at the store you were so in your head that if you hadn’t made a list you probably wouldn’t have gotten a single thing you wanted. You couldn’t stop feeling like you were a burden to him because you needed him to buy you an entirely different grocery list from his own. You kept trying to put things back. Or tell him you didn’t need things that you did, in fact, need. You could tell Rafe was getting frustrated with you and it only made you want to shut down even more.

It didn’t help that the grocery store was easily one of your least favorite places. The lighting was awful. There were always so many people everywhere not looking where they’re going. The freezer section was always so cold that you spent that entire section of the shopping trip practically shaking. It was so goddamn loud. People talking. Kids crying. The squeaking of the old grocery cart wheels. So going there when you were already feeling overwhelmed was a recipe for disaster.

You fully lost it when you were checking out. The cart was extremely disorganized because you were too checked out to keep it in order the entire trip. The store you were at had it so you bagged your own groceries so the fact that the cart was a complete disaster made bagging them incredibly difficult. You were struggling to keep up with the cashier and also bag the groceries efficiently. He kept pushing the conveyor belt button, rolling the groceries that you haven’t bagged yet to pile up on top of each other at the end of it. The cart was full of bags and you weren’t even half done so you had to run and grab another one, only letting the pile grow further.

Rafe bought a case of beer and it the midst of you trying to frantically bag everything in a timely manner the cashier also asked you for your I.D. Which only frustrates you more. You don’t even drink beer. And it made you have to pause bagging again to dig in your purse. The cashier kept looking from the card to you and back again, like he thought it was fake.

“I know I look nothing like that, that was 7 years ago.” You didn’t mean to sound snippy, but you were pretty much at your limit.

“Baby, it’s fine, he’s just lookin’ for the date.” Rafe shot you a look and it only pissed you off more.

“Well he’s looking at it like it’s fake or some shit!” You scoffed as you slammed a full bag into the cart. Which only earned you another look from Rafe.

On the way home he hardly talked to you, instead he decided to blast trap music when you were clearly already overstimulated so you decided to put your headphones on and drown him out.

“Bats, the fuck is going on with you today, huh?” Rafe is towering over you the minute you enter the kitchen, backing you up against the counter.

“I just don’t like the grocery store. And you made me feel bad about the food. And everything was just so loud in there. And I felt like you hardly talked to me the entire time. I’ve felt like an inconvenience to you all day!” You snap at him as you stomp your foot in frustration, glaring up at him.

“All we did was go to the fuckin’ store. You’re seriously that worked up over it?” Rafe scoffs, running a hand through his hair.

“Yes! I am! The grocery store is extremely stressful for me and you’re not being considerate of that!!”

“That’s ridiculous, people go to the grocery store every day. It’s not a big deal. I don’t know why you can’t just be fuckin’ normal sometimes.” Rafe throws his hands up, letting them fall against his thighs with a smack. The minute the words leave his mouth your bottom lip starts to quiver as tears brim your eyes. And he knows he fucked up. Immediately he knows he fucked up.

“You know what? Why don’t you go find a normal girlfriend then!?” You push against his chest, running past him to your shared bedroom. You slam the door behind you, sliding down it as the tears in your eyes begin to spill down your cheeks. You knew it.

“Baby…” Rafe’s voice travels through the thick wood as he lightly taps on it. “ I’m sorry… that was- I shouldn’t have- Bats, can you open the door, please?”

“No. Go away.” You whimper as you curl further into yourself against the door.

“Baby girl, please? Just wanna talk. Lemme see you.” He turns the knob, pushing on the door lightly causing you to shift forward slightly. “C’mon, get away from the door, let me in.”

“Why don’t you go find a normal girl to talk to.” You snap at him before trying to push back against the wood but he’s so much stronger than you that it doesn’t even budge. Rafe shoves his foot into the crack of the door, pushing it until he can slip through. It slams shut behind him from your weight, causing you to yelp. He drops to his knees in front of you, taking your face in his hands. “Baby, look at me.”

“No.” You shake your head, subconsciously nuzzling into his touch. Your lips are quivering so bad your teeth are chattering as tears flow down your cheeks and Rafe kind of wants to kick his own ass.

“Listen I- I shouldn’t have said that, okay? I didn’t - fuck baby, I didn’t mean that shit. I was just frustrated. Doesn’t make it okay though, never wanna make my girl cry.” Rafe runs his thumbs down the apples of your cheeks, wiping away the salty tears that continue to fall. “I think I’ve gotten pretty damn good about knowing how you work. But with us living together now there's gonna be new shit that I’m gonna have to pick up on. I’m so sorry princess.”

“I just - I - just wanna be enough for you. Don’t wanna be a burden.” Your body tries to curl in on itself even more but Rafe doesn’t let it, he grips onto your hips and pulls you into his lap. He wraps his strong arms around you as he starts to rock you back and forth.

“Want you to listen to me baby, aight?” He takes your jaw in his hand, tilting your head towards his to get you to look at him. When you do it nearly cracks his heart. He hates that he made you feel like everyone else always has. “I never should’ve fucking said that shit. I didn’t mean it. Not even a little bit. I wouldn’t change a single thing about you, okay? I fuckin’ love you and all your weird little shit. Your weird little shit just makes me love you more. I’ve never known anyone like you. You’ve taught me so much. I guess I’ve just still got some shit to learn. But I’m trying, Bats. I’ll never stop trying.”

“You really mean it?” You sniffle as you look up at him through your teary eyes and Rafe has never felt more bad than he does at this moment. If he saw anybody else making you cry like this they would be so fucked and here he is, doing it.

“Of course I fuckin’ mean that shit, baby girl. I’m sorry for losing my patience with you today. I never, ever, wanna hurt you. Never wanna make you feel like all these other douchebags on the island do. Kind of want to run them all over, including myself right now.” Rafe lets out a dry chuckle when he sees the corner of your lips tilt up slightly. His large hand runs down the back of your head, smoothing down your hair as he continues to rock the both of you. “You know I love you more than anything, right?”

“It’s okay, Rafey. I know I can be too much sometimes. But I do know that you love me.” And you do. Especially right now. Rafe never opens up to you like this. And you kind of want to blow him right now.

“Hey, you aren’t too much, aight? Don’t ever let anyone make you feel that way. Including me, put my ass in check baby. God knows I need it.” He smiles down at you before leaning to place a gentle kiss on your lips. “Want me to put some nuggets in the air fryer for you and we can watch that movie you’ve been trying to get me to watch?”

“Mhm, that sounds perfect daddy.”

All things Rafe & his weird!girl here

[zorosdimples]

mdni. cw: hybrids, oral fixations, spit. my (not so) long-awaited return to the tiger hybrid yuuji-verse.

Sunday afternoons are usually spent like this: lazing on the couch with your tiger hybrid, his broad frame curled around yours as he shields you from the stress of your impending work week. Your face is buried in his strong chest and his chin rests atop your head.

Yuuji chuffs in contentment when you reach up to scratch his rosy ears; the vocalization puffs against your hair as his soft tail gently bats your hip. When you try to withdraw your hand, he whines, chasing you with his nose. As you let him nuzzle into your touch, he begins lapping at your skin.

You chuckle; you’ve grown fond of his clinginess. “Hm?”

His affection dances from the center of your palm to the tip of your pointer finger, and he wraps his tongue around the digit before nipping the pad. He pulls away from your comforting scent and warmth—barely, as his breath ghosts your flesh—and his striped ears twitch.

“You know how you told me to come to you when I need anything?” Yuuji asks.

You hum. “Of course.”

“Well,” he gulps, cheeks blooming a ruddy color that matches his hair, “could you, um, play with my mouth?”

Unsure of where he’s headed with his request, you quirk an eyebrow.

“The vet said I had to stop chewing so much ice—remember?”

“Yeah. It’s bad for your teeth if you do it too often.”

He nods. “And I've chewed through all of my toys.”

“No new toys until next month, Yuu. They’re too expensive to replace on a weekly basis. Unfortunately, I’m not made of money.”

The hybrid’s ears flatten against his head. “I know. But my mouth feels so empty.” He shifts a little, now fidgeting with the fuzzy tip of his tail. “I—um, just need something to occupy it. My gums ache, and my jaw hurts because I keep clenching. I try to work everything out on my own, but I… I thought maybe you could help.”

Wide, sweet, earnest, Yuuji’s gaze is rich caramel. You feel a little flustered by his request—you aren’t exactly sure why—but you couldn’t possibly say no to him. You offer Yuuji a reassuring smile. “There’s no need for you to be embarrassed; I’m always happy to help. Now: open wide for me.”

Your willingness draws a pleased chuff from him, and he complies, baring his maw. Accentuated by glinting incisors, rows of honed teeth would be a frightening sight for an onlooker. But the hybrid would rather wither away than hurt a fly (unless the fly was trying to harm you). You begin by running a finger along his slick gums, gingerly massaging the pink tissue.

Garbled whines flutter past Yuuji’s drooling tongue; his eyes water, irises hazy with relief. By the time you reach his molars, you have to hold his tongue down with your middle and ring fingers, using your index to rub around his teeth. Spit pools at the bottom of his mouth and dribbles down his chin. A pleased sigh leaves his stretched lips, and his hips jerk forward, something firm brushing against your belly.

Blood rushes to your face. You swallow dryly, acutely aware of your intimate position. “Are you hard, Yuuji?”

The hybrid doesn’t try to deny it. “Thowy,” he pants with your fingers heavy on his tongue. Dew collects at his temples and his neck is blush. But instead of putting space between your bodies, he squirms closer—until his bulge presses against you, his syrupy gaze slowing your mind and seeping into your limbs.

Arousal knots itself deep in your core as you stare at your companion—hot, needy, eager. Against your better judgment, you grind against him. Losing focus, he roughly grabs your hips, mouth closing around your digits to lave and suck. He rolls onto his back and hoists you on top of him, angling you so that his throbbing length rubs you right where you need.

“Fuck,” you hiss, unable to do anything but roll your hips and chase pleasure. You extract your fingers from Yuuji’s mouth, cradling his burning face before melting into him, a heap of spit and teeth and tongue.

“I’m s-sorry,” he groans against your lips as he kneads your ass, tail grazing your ankle. “Gonna make it up to you—promise.”

[thefrsers]

requested by Anon: Bathena kisses in s7

[bobardo]

Threesome with h and his gf but he obviously prefers the reader 🤭🤭 you can make his gf jealous or reverse cuck vibes if that’s something you’d like but just the vibe of him preferring the reader in front of his gf even if he’s trying to hide it (or not)

BARK BARK BARK WOOF WOOF BARK—

you'd been caught staring (not as if you're known amongst your friend group for subtlety—contrary, you tend to wear your heart on your sleeve, an open book—but it's nevertheless jarring to be called out on it). sat at the dinning table in a public restaurant, staring at a person, a man—arabella's man.

harry.

it was overt and entirely unintentional (and hard not to when he'd perused you the way he had, the way you had (have) been), and led to your current position.

we like to share, she told you with a reassuring smile, tucked in his side, his arm around her waist, as waiters tentatively came by to clear the table and the others gathered their things and said their goodbyes to one another. but his eyes were still on you.

as they are now, sharp, unwavering—you can't see them but you don't need to, its heat searing into the curve of your back. despite her apologia, this doesn't feel like sharing. it feels intimate, private, something to be shared between lovers.

not lovers and the girl that couldn't stop eye-fucking arabella's boyfriend since the second they stepped, hand-in-hand, into the establishment.

no matter (it matters, deeply—because you’ve known bella for years and this has never happened. she has a type—brunette men with inked skin and thick, eyesore muscles—that you’d like to think is the exact opposite of yours. and he fits into it, could probably serve as the poster child for her desired man and this has never fucking happened before but it’s happening now).

it's heady—bella's sweaty back pressed against your chest, your ass perched above hers, thighs spread over her, toes brushing her calves; arms, shaking, over her bunched shoulder, hands weakly keeping the brunt of your weight from collapsing onto her. her nose is in the sheets and yours is in her hair, notes of lavender and tea tree sprouting from the roots, as harry bullies his cock into his girlfriend's pussy.

she yelps, fisting the sheets he's splayed her—on all fours with you, ready and waiting, placed whorishly on top—over, when the force of his strokes shifts you both over the mattress, the ruddy tip of his cock no doubt pressing gratingly at the spot inside her that makes her thighs shake underneath yours.

you can't stop the moan that tears from your throat.

and harry smirks. "like it?" he taunts—rubbly, coated, thick, in a condescending, oddly affectionate lilt that you know—just know—is meant for you. it makes you shiver; heat licks down the knobs of your bent spine and your chapped lips part to respond but—

“fu-uck yes, har, love it,” arabella sounds from beneath you, tongue clearly weighted to the bed of her mouth with the way her words slur, or perhaps it’s the muffle of silken sheets caught between her teeth, soaked with spit, chewing.

he grunts, and you don’t know him.

you don’t know him because arabella brought him to dinner with your friends as an introduction to her boyfriend of three months, harry styles. you don’t know him, because the way he smiled, soft but not timid, and shook hands with naill and daniel was in that stereotypical, brotherly way that says don’t break her heart on one end and don’t plan on it on the other. you don’t know him because the way he let sara and brithany come to him first for a hug, and kept his hands respectfully above the small of their backs proved he didn’t plan on breaking sweet arabella’s heart.

you don’t know him.

…but.

he grunts and you swear it’s one of annoyance and not satisfaction. annoyance at the fact his girlfriend—your close, i’ve-known-you-since-freshman-year-of-uni friend—had responded instead of you.

you’re not getting fucked but you may as well be, with the way your head seems to swim in fog and your thoughts clot together into one big mess of consonants and vowels. you may as well have his cock, harry’s pretty, pink cock, stuffed up inside your guts with how you tremble over bella’s frame (could be blamed on the way she’s shaking beneath you, but there’s truly no point in lying to yourself). he’s holding you—he’s fucking her but he’s holding you—hands fit just over the swell of your presented ass, nails biting into the soft of your hips. you may as well be getting fucked, with the way—

“you’re dripping,” harry murmurs, absentminded-like, and his right hand moves from it’s station at juncture between the small of your back and the slope of your bum to fit itself between your legs. brushes calloused, firm fingers to your puffed up clit and it’s dirty. it’s dirty because he just barely grazes your clit with the rough pads of his fingers before he’s swiping them up and down to collect your wetness until it’s practically pooling in his palm and then pulling out of his girlfriend with an audible pop to smear said wetness over the length of he’s already soaked cock.

you still can’t see him, you’re still thrown on all fours over your very close friend who’s also on all fours but hearing him—hearing it, the slick push and pull of his tight fist working the remnants of your arousal from his hand into his stiff cock—is enough to make you fucking come.

you’re not getting fucked but you may as well be.

you may as well be, and you are when he rises slightly up on his toes to press his fat cockhead to the seam of your pussy. you are getting fucked when he pushes inside of you instead of going back down to his panting, edged girlfriend just beneath you, her holes pretty and presented the same as yours.

you are getting fucked, fucked by harry—by bella’s man—and you could fucking cry with delight.

god, you need to talk to your therapist about the significance of what this means, but that’s a thought for a later time—a time when your cunt isn’t being completely filled by the cock of a man who doesn’t belong to you, the cock of a man that belongs to one of your very best friends.

“harryharryharry,” you keen into bella’s scalp, strands glistening with a mixture of sweat and your drool, and dig your nails into the bedding beneath your palms to claw at the fabric.

he grunts, cock fully sheathed inside of you and you can feel the way his cock kicks and twitches against your soft, gummy walls and how he shivers at the feel of you wrapped snug around him and the way he grips your waist, nails biting, to keep you locked onto him and rolls his hips into yours, somehow trying to reach deeper even though there’s nowhere else to go, no more room, full—full—and—

you don’t know him.

but you know he wants you, more than he should.

and maybe you do, too.

——

a/n: couldn't explain it 👍🏽

not edited/proofread!!

[capquinn]

hear me out - quinn and reader find out they’re having a girl during the ultrasound and he’s overwhelmed in the best way. all nervous beforehand, totally in awe during the scan and after that he calls his parents from the car to share the news

The waiting room hummed softly, a blend of muffled conversations, the occasional shuffle of papers, and the faint static of a television mounted in the corner. Quinn sat beside you, his knee bouncing in a restless rhythm that made the corner of your chair wiggle. His hand held yours firmly, his thumb moving in slow, repetitive circles over your knuckles — a grounding gesture, though you could tell it was as much for him as it was for you.

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, taking in the way his jaw was set, his lips pressed into a tight line. He looked calm to anyone else, but you knew better. The tiny crease between his brows and the faint tension in his shoulders told you everything.

“You okay?” you asked softly, leaning closer so your voice wouldn’t carry beyond him. Your foot nudged his lightly, breaking him out of whatever thought had a hold on him.

He blinked, pulled from his thoughts, and gave you a small, sheepish smile. “Yeah, just… ready to find out,” he admitted, his voice low, almost like he didn’t want to disturb the calm of the room.

“Still think it’s a girl?” you teased, your own nerves bubbling under the surface, though your tone came out light and easy.

Quinn’s smile deepened, just enough for the faintest hint of a dimple to appear in his cheek. “Yeah,” he said with quiet confidence, his voice steady. “Definitely a girl. We’ve been calling her ‘she’ for weeks now,’ he reminds you.

You raised an eyebrow, your lips curving into a teasing smile. “And what if we’re wrong? What if it’s a boy?”

His brows knitted together briefly, the corners of his mouth twitching in thought before he shrugged lightly. “Then we’ll have to start calling him ‘he,’” he replied, his tone simple but lacking any real weight. “But…” His voice softened as his eyes met yours again. “It’s not a boy.” 

It wasn’t that the idea of a boy threw him — it didn’t — but the way his gaze dropped instinctively to your belly told you exactly where his heart had landed.

You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could, the door opened, and a nurse called your name. Quinn was on his feet almost instantly, helping you up before you could so much as shift in your seat. His hand stayed on the small of your back as you walked into the dimly lit room, and you shot him a teasing glance over your shoulder.

“Relax,” you murmured. “It’s just an ultrasound.”

“Yeah,” he said, but the slight hitch in his voice gave him away. This wasn’t just another appointment. This was the appointment.

The ultrasound room was dim and quiet, the faint hum of the machine filling the space as the technician adjusted the wand on your belly. The monitor flickered to life, displaying a grainy black-and-white image that Quinn couldn’t stop staring at. He sat in the chair beside you, his knee bouncing ever so slightly, betraying the calm expression he tried to maintain. His hand found yours, squeezing gently, and you squeezed back, grounding him.

The technician smiled warmly as she shifted the wand again, her voice soft and professional. “Alright, let’s take a look.”

Quinn leaned forward instinctively, his elbows resting on his knees, his entire focus zeroed in on the screen. The blurry shapes slowly sharpened, and there it was — the curve of a tiny head, a faint flutter of movement that made his chest tighten. The technician pointed to the screen, her finger tracing the faint outline of what she was seeing.

“Here’s the head,” she said, and Quinn’s breath hitched slightly as his eyes followed her gesture. “You can see the curve of the spine here, and… oh, look at that — a little hand.”

His gaze locked onto the tiny, perfectly formed hand, visible on the monitor as it shifted with slow, delicate movements. A smile tugged at his lips, small at first but growing wider as the technician adjusted the wand, pointing out the rhythmic flutter of the baby’s heartbeat. The sound filled the room, fast and strong, and he could feel his own heart beating in tandem.

“They’re waving,” the technician joked lightly, and Quinn’s chest tightened, the weight of the moment settling in his bones.

Beside him, you laughed softly, the sound warm and full of wonder, your eyes bright as they stayed fixed on the screen. He glanced at you then, and the expression on your face — a mixture of awe and love — made his throat tighten even further.

In that moment, it wasn’t just the image on the screen or the steady rhythm of the heartbeat filling the room. It was the way the tiny movements on the monitor brought everything into sharper focus. This wasn’t just an idea or a dream anymore — this was your baby, real and alive, moving inside you. Already loved beyond measure, even without knowing who they were yet.

The technician continued, measuring the baby’s head, her legs, the curve of her abdomen, explaining each detail as she worked. Quinn didn’t catch all the words — his mind was too full, too overwhelmed by the sheer reality of what he was seeing. A baby. Their baby. Right there on the screen, impossibly small yet so completely whole.

“Would you like to know the sex today?” The technician asked suddenly, cutting through his reverie.

Her question lingered in the air for a heartbeat, and Quinn’s eyes instinctively darted to yours. The excitement flickering in your expression made his heart stumble, the warmth of your eager nod grounding him in a moment that felt surreal.

“Yes,” you said quickly, your voice trembling with a joy that sent a ripple of relief through his chest.

He nodded too, swallowing hard as words failed him. His hand tightened around yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a rhythm that betrayed the nerves he hadn’t admitted to himself. It wasn’t fear — he knew. You both just knew. But knowing and hearing were two different things, and the certainty you were about to receive was enough to make his pulse quicken.

The technician shifted the wand slightly, her eyes focused intently on the screen, the glow casting faint shadows on the walls. The gentle whoosh of the baby’s heartbeat filled the room, steady and rhythmic, the kind of sound that felt like it had existed forever and yet was still so new.

“It looks like…” she began, her voice calm, teasing just a little, as if drawing the moment out on purpose. 

Quinn’s heart thudded in his chest, and his grip on your hand tightened further as his gaze darted from the screen to you, taking in your hopeful expression.

 “…you’re having a girl.”

Quinn blinked, the three words reverberating in his chest, through his veins, through every corner of him. He felt your grip on his hand tighten even more-so, your other hand flying to cover your mouth as a quiet, breathless laugh escaped you.

“It’s a girl,” you repeated, your voice cracking slightly, and the sheer relief in your tone made his throat tighten.

He let out a shaky exhale, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile so wide it made his cheeks ache. His eyes glistened with the kind of overwhelming emotion that made your chest feel too tight and your throat catch — a joy so profound it left him teetering on the edge of tears.

He couldn’t tear his gaze away from you — from the way you turned to him with that look, the one that was equal parts amazement and love so deep it felt like it might spill over.

His arms slipped around your shoulders, pulling you close as you leaned into him, your hand fisting gently in his shirt like you needed to hold onto him to steady yourself.

“We knew it,” he murmured, his voice rough and low, like he was still trying to convince himself it wasn’t just a dream. He let out a quiet, breathy laugh, his free hand brushing a piece of hair behind your ear before his palm cradled your cheek, his thumb sweeping across the damp skin beneath your eye. “We knew it, but… knowing and knowing is so different.” He paused, his gaze steady on yours as his voice softened. “It’s real now. A girl.”

Your laugh came out trembling, your tears spilling freely as you nodded. “A girl,” you repeated, your voice breaking on the words, leaning further into the warmth of his hand.

He leaned in, pressing a firm, lingering kiss to your temple, his lips staying there as though he could somehow lock the moment into his memory forever. His hand slipped from yours to brush away another tear sliding down your cheek, his thumb impossibly gentle, his touch grounding.

He glanced at the screen, where your baby — his baby — was nestled in shades of black and white, her tiny heartbeat filling the room with its steady whoosh.

“She’s perfect,” he murmured, his voice rough, the weight of the words sinking deep. He turned back to you, his gaze softening as he took in the tears brimming in your eyes. “You’re perfect.”

You laughed softly, the sound light and warm as you leaned into his touch, tucking your head against his shoulder, finding comfort in the solid warmth of him, your breath mingling with the quiet hum of the room. Your gaze drifting back to the screen. 

The faint outline of her tiny form was right there, and yet she felt so much bigger than the sum of her parts. She wasn’t just a daughter — she was possibility, a future, a life you’d created together. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat filled the room, and you stayed like that, wrapped in the certainty of each other, in the love that now had a shape, a sound, and a presence you could hardly believe was yours.

The appointment wrapped up with the technician handing you the printed scans, the black-and-white images of your baby feeling almost surreal in your hands. The midwife had gone over the essentials — measurements, heartbeat, and everything looking healthy — before helping you schedule your next appointment. You’d tucked the photos carefully into your bag, double-checking that you had all the paperwork before stepping out into the cool air of the parking lot.

As the two of you settled into the car, the weight of the moment lingered, filling the space with a quiet kind of joy. You caught Quinn glancing at the photos as you pulled them back out, his lips curving into a small, awestruck smile. 

“Your parents are going to love this,” you said softly, your voice brimming with warmth as you held up the scan to show him again.

He let out a breathy laugh, his smile widening slightly. “Mom’s been counting down to this since we told her,” he said, his voice light but carrying a note of affection that made your chest tighten.

You grinned, shaking your head. “She’s going to cry the second we tell her they’re having a granddaughter.”

“Dad, too,” he added with a chuckle, leaning back in his seat. “You know what he’s like… He’ll act like he’s holding it together, but he won’t last long.”

You reached over, your hand brushing against Quinn’s on the console, and he turned his palm upward to link his fingers with yours.

After a beat, he glanced down at his phone, turning it over in his hand before looking at you. His expression softened, a glimmer of excitement flickering in his eyes as he asked, “should we tell them right now?”

You nodded, biting your lip to stifle the grin threatening to spread across your face. “I think they’ve waited long enough.”

Quinn’s thumb hovered over the screen, hesitating for just a moment before he tapped it, the familiar sound of the ringing tone filling the car. His hand tightened slightly around yours as the first ring passed, then the second, a quiet exhale slipping from his lips as though he were bracing himself.

The third ring was barely halfway through when Ellen’s voice burst through, bright and eager, as if she’d been sitting with the phone in her hand all day. 

“Finally!” she exclaimed, the excitement spilling into her words. “How did it go? Is everything okay?”

Her voice filled the car like sunlight cutting through clouds, her anticipation so palpable it tugged a smile from you both even before Quinn could respond. He let out a soft laugh, his shoulders relaxing just slightly as he glanced at you, a flicker of warmth lighting his expression.

“You’re on speaker,” Quinn said, his voice steady but quieter than usual.

“Hi, Ellen,” you said warmly, leaning a little closer to the phone.

“Oh, sweetheart, how are you feeling? How did everything go?” Ellen asked, her tone soft but brimming with energy, her emotions barely contained, excited.

You exchanged a glance with Quinn, his lips curving into a small, nervous smile as you answered. “Everything’s perfect. The baby’s healthy, measuring right on schedule, strong heartbeat. And I’m feeling good. Really good. No complaints at all.’

There was a pause, a soft exhale from Ellen, like she’d been holding her breath. “That’s wonderful,” she said, her voice thickening slightly. “I’ve been waiting to hear those words all day.”

Quinn shifted in his seat, the scans still balanced on your lap catching his eye. His hand tightened slightly around yours, and he swallowed hard before speaking.

 “We, uh… we found out the gender,” he said, his voice faltering just enough that it made you glance at him.

Ellen’s breath hitched audibly. “You did?"

Quinn nodded, though she couldn’t see it, his gaze fixed on the glossy photos. “We’re having a girl,” he said softly, almost like he was saying it to himself as much as to her.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence, a pause so deep it felt like the world had stopped. Then Ellen let out a quiet, shaky laugh that broke into a soft sob.

“A girl,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Oh, Quinn… A girl.”

The words hit Quinn like a wave, like he was reliving the appointment all over again, and you felt it immediately — his hand trembling slightly in yours, his jaw tightening as he looked down at the scans again, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. When he blinked, you saw the telltale sheen in his eyes, and he turned his head slightly, as if the window would give him somewhere to hide.

“Mom,” he said, his voice cracking just slightly, “don’t cry.”

“I can’t help it,” Ellen said, laughing through her tears. “I’m just so happy for you both. I can’t even—” Her words faltered, and you could hear her trying to pull herself together.

He let out a quiet, breathy laugh, shaking his head as he quickly swiped at his eyes, trying to clear the hint of tears before they fully spilled over. The corners of his mouth twitched upward, caught somewhere between holding it together and letting go. 

“You’re gonna make me cry too,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, rough with emotion.

You reached over, your hand slipping out of his to slide up his back in slow, soothing circles as you leaned closer. He tilted his head toward you, the smallest touch grounding him, even as his eyes stayed fixed on the photos in your lap. For a moment, you said nothing, letting the quiet stretch as Ellen’s soft laughter and sniffles filled the space.

“I can’t help it,” Ellen repeated, her voice trembling, thick with emotion. “It’s just…” She trailed off, unable to finish the thought as another soft sob escaped. “You’re building this beautiful life, and now… a baby girl. Oh, Quinn.” He could picture her waving a hand in front of her face, trying to brush away the tears, though it never did anything to stop them. “I’m just so proud of you. Of both of you,” she managed, her words cracking under the sheer weight of her joy.

There was a shuffle on the other end, the sound of Ellen sighing deeply, happily, as though she was still trying to gather herself. The faint rustle of movement was followed by the warm, steady tone of Jim’s voice breaking through.

“A girl,” he said, his words carrying a quiet kind of awe. “That’s incredible, Quinn. Congratulations to both of you.”

“Thanks, Dad,” he said, his voice quieter now. “It’s... it’s something, huh?”

Jim chuckled softly, the kind of warm, familiar sound that made Quinn feel grounded. “More than something,” he said, his tone light but there was a weight of pride that wasn’t lost on Quinn. There was a brief pause, and then, with a softness that made the words linger, he added, “your girls, huh? They’re lucky to have you.”

Quinn’s chest rose with a slow, deep breath, his fingers twitching briefly against yours as he tried to steady the emotion threatening to crest again. He glanced at you, his lips curving into a faint smile that didn’t quite mask the way his eyes still glistened. He didn’t speak, couldn’t, biting his bottom lip as though that alone might keep him composed.

Sensing the words stuck in his throat, you stepped in, your voice warm but steady. “He takes good care of us,” you told him softly, your tone heavy with conviction, offering something Jim could easily picture — his son, dependable and steady, already holding his family close.

Quinn turned to look at you, something tender in his expression, the gratitude clear even though he didn’t say a word.

Jim must have sensed it too, the way his son had fallen silent, his emotions skimming the surface. He didn’t push — he never did. Instead, his voice came again, wrapping the moment in reassurance. 

“You’ve always had a good heart, Quinn,” he said thoughtfully, his tone warm but grounded. “That little girl’s going to grow up with two incredible parents to show her the way. She’s got it made already.”

The words settled in the quiet of the car, and they hit you unexpectedly. You shifted slightly in the passenger seat, your fingers tightening just a fraction around Quinn’s, and that subtle movement was all it took for him to notice. His eyes flicked to you, catching the way your lips pressed together, your gaze cast downward as you blinked back the glimmer of tears welling in your eyes.

Without a word, Quinn’s hand squeezed yours again, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles in a rhythm that felt grounding, the touch steady and reassuring, as though the small strength he was offering you was also something he needed himself.

“She’s going to have so much love,” Ellen chimed in, her voice lighter now, no longer trembling but still full of emotion. “So much love waiting for her.”

Quinn nodded, his voice stronger now as he murmured, “She already does.”

[simpjaes]

thinkin im the only person who has seen the tiktoks of this person analyzing kpop idols astrology charts and she said that if u wanna date sunghoon, you have to really love sex 😭

i don't rly pay attention to other people reading charts because i read charts myself and sometimes I can tell these people are just pulling stuff out to make the stans go insane and/or exaggerating things. charts do say a lot about love and sexuality though. KJHFDSKJ i haven't read sunghoon's yet so I can't really say they're wrong. After all, a few people who have read for Jake were pretty spot on. bro is a horn dog fr. contrary to belief tho, he's dominant and a lil bit insane ... he is not the subby lil loser man we want him to be. for legal purposes that is just a general view of what I have read myself lmfao do NOT take it as 100% fact jfsdkjhfkjsdfds

[savannahsdeath]

This thought popped in my head and I need it!!!!

(only if you want to!)

Imagine reader and Ellie went out to the mall with there friends and the entireeee day Ellie was just thinking about bending reader over and doing her then and there because she was just looking so good with her little ponytail and skirt and the way she would pick up the cutest little clothes and ask Ellie if she thinks they would look good on her. Then when they get home Ellie just goes absolutely feral and fucks her with no remorse. :(((

I'm literally going feral over this thought

im not a shopping person but this? omg.

ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! obv smut, strap (r!receiving)

writers note: i loved the idea sm i literally stopped writing my enemies to lovers fic just to write this one🫣sorry it took me so long to post it, i struggled with choosing what to post first !!

You were going out shopping with your girlfriend and some friends. Ellie isn't really an outgoing person, but when it's about you and shopping, she can't wait to see you in all the cute clothes she knows she will buy you. Of course she'll never admit it but you knew she enjoys it as much as you do.

As you make your way into the store, you can see her eyes light up at the sight of all the different styles of clothes. She takes the lead and starts pulling at all sorts of clothing to bring over for you to try on, eager to see you wearing all her favorite things.

The changing rooms had a lot of space inside, so she entered one with you, sitting down on the little bench. While you were taking your previous clothes off, she intensely stared at her phone. She couldn't stand seeing your bare skin and it would be hard for her to control herself otherwise, but you were clueless.

When you changed into a cute, feminine skirt and top, she finally turned her eyes in your direction. Her gaze was judging but not in a bad way - she looked you up and down before smirking.

"Spin." Ellie simply ordered and you obviously did so. You had no idea she told you to do that because of the way your pink underwear shows when the skirt rolls up in the air at your movement. She cleared her throat and nodded, trying to hide her thoughts. "Yeah, looks good."

You frowned at her lack of enthusiasm, not realizing she's actually boiling inside. You were so oblivious it was actually funny, even your friends knew damn well what was going on.

You tried the rest of the clothes Ellie picked for you, not getting the reaction you'd like to each time, but you couldn't blame her.

Oh, little did you know how much she just wants to bend you over and fuck with her strap, she obviously had on, just in case she won't be able to control herself.

After a few other shops and a whole bag of clothes, you came into one with small changing rooms and made Ellie wait outside. She was standing in front of the curtains, pretending to be unbothered, but the way she impatiently kept asking you 'ready?' every-fucking-second said otherwise.

"Wait, wait, the zipper won't close!" You said, trying to lock a pretty, formal, red dress you knew you'll wear like one time - for Christmas or something.

She rolled her eyes and came in, standing so close behind you, you could feel the bulge in her jeans. She zipped it without struggle, placing her head on your shoulder as she looked at the mirror in front of you both. Her hands were sliding up and down your sides as she kissed your neck.

"You look fucking amazing." She whispered and smiled, seeming almost proud of your appearance.

"Is it worth buying, though?" You asked, turning in all directions to see it from every angle. "It will just collect dust in the closet for the whole year until I decide it's time to..."

She laughed, cutting you off. "Jesus, hush. I can afford it... Oh, and trust me, I'll make you wear it."

You finally fully turned around, cupping Ellie's face in your hands and kissing her for only a few seconds. "You spend too much money on me."

"Are you complaining?" She chuckled with a smug look on her face as you stayed silent. "That's what I thought."

After running around the shops for the whole day, you all met in a restaurant. Ellie was sitting in her usual men-spread position and you placed yourself between her legs, not really caring it may be weird. Her hands rested awfully near the hem of your skirt, wrapped around your waist. Sometimes when you were grinding too much, she'd just tug on it to warn you, so no one would notice your behaviour.

Sometimes, when your little movements didn't stop, she'd whisper something in your ear in almost threatening way, even though you wasn't really teasing her intentionally.

On your way home, she was walking faster than usually. You couldn't even call it walking together, she was just pushing you forward.

You tried to slow down or build a conversation but miserably failed every time.

As soon as she brought you back to your shared apartament, she closed the door and immediately started kissing your neck, slowly pushing you towards the bed.

You quickly understood why she acted so weird before. "Oh, Ellie, so you just wanted that the whole day?" You chuckled as she nuzzled into your skin. "And you kept silent instead of telling me?"

She dropped the bag of clothes as soon as you entered the bedroom, your teasing words clearly pissing her off even more than having to watch you in all those cute little skirts back in the shop.

"What the fuck was the whole dinner scene for?" She asked, frustrated, hurriedly undressing you. "Can't sit still? Seriously?"

You laughed, even though you knew what waits for you isn't so funny.

She wasn't teasing your cunt for too long before filling it with her cock, waiting for the right moment to catch you off-guard. It worked as well as she expected to, you moaned and your eyes quickly turned glossy as your thighs clenched.

She kept going for so long, you didn't bother to hold back your tears anymore. Your hips were sore from the way she held them, knowing she won't be able to hit the right spot if you'll move. Your hair started to stick together from the sweat and tears mixed together, making the pillow uncomfortably wet. Your god-knows-which orgasm approached but you weren't able to say anything about it to Ellie as you lost the ability to speak like a thousand thrusts ago. You couldn't decide whether it's a good or bad feeling. Yes, you loved the feeling of her deep inside you to the point you can actually see her in your stomach. But no, you didn't feel strong enough to keep going. Ellie seemed to notice that.

"If you want to stop, just tell me." She said in the most taunting tone she could.

She knew you're not able to 'just tell her'. She noticed the only thing coming from your mouth are moans, occasionally maybe her name, but really rarely.

She reached to wipe your tears away. "Now, that's just adorable. And a little pathetic. Should I slow down, huh? Should I?"

You nodded, realizing your vision isn't actually black, you were just desperately squeezing your eyes shut like it'd make you feel any better. You looked up at her with your teary eyes, still imploringly moving your head up and down.

"What does that even mean? Just speak up!" She laughed.

Your eyes closed again, as your release came. Your mind went blank, just like everything else - your vision, feeling and other senses.

Did you pass out?

It all came back after a few seconds, when Ellie finally stopped and leaned in to kiss you, what woke you up like Sleeping Beauty.

"Oh, sorry babe. Got carried away. I bet you can't really blame me, though." She winked as she started going down on you again.

"Els- what are you...?" You managed to say, stopping to take a breath after each word.

"Gotta clean you up." She smirked and you could already feel her tongue on your clit.

It felt so sensitive, so new, you cried out and your thighs tensed, but didn't close as Ellie held onto them. She was so strong compared to your weakness now, they didn't move a millimeter.

"I'll be fast, this time." She reassured you, as your body squirmed, hoping to get away.

But oh, how much you actually wanted to stay like that. The sensitiveness made you feel the texture of her tongue so precisely, you hoped to still remember it tomorrow...

[suugarbabe]

Hi! I have a request, which is if you could write a post where mattheo and the reader goes on a a one week school trip and somehow got paired up together in the same room with only one bed. They’re kinda hate each other but the reader actually has a huge crush on him. Also I know this might sound kinda weird but could there be a scene when he wears grey sweatpants or like when he just comes out of the shower with nothing but a low waisted towel. (And reader happens to have brought nothing but cute small pjs/clothes)

Thanks for the request lovie 🖤

He rubbed his hands over his face while you pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. Mattheo looked up, his eyes pleading, “Professor, please. There’s no way this is happening. Can we even stay in the same room? I mean…she’s a…she!?” You rolled your eyes, “I’m a she? You mean a woman, merlin, you’re unbearable,” you turned towards your professor, “there’s got to be another room or someone that can switch with us…I’m begging.” Mattheo snorted under his breath, “Never pegged you as one to beg.”

“Enough!” you both jumped at the volume of Professor McGonagall’s interruption, “If you did not want to get stuck in this predicament, then you both should have signed up for this extra credit when I first proposed it a month ago, not three days ago. Now. You are both legally adults, I’m sure you can manage with the arrangement. Cabin sixty-eight will be yours, here is the key. The class will meet tomorrow at 10am, hopefully you can both not kill each other by that time and we will see you down by the Diricawl pens.” She handed you the keys to the cabin before swiftly walking away towards her own cabin space.

You didn’t even attempt to hide the huff of frustration that slipped from your lips as you turned and started walking towards your assigned cabin. Mattheo followed quickly behind, “Too bad we’re not one cabin over, right?” You glanced at him slightly, one eyebrow quirked. He rolled his eyes, “Because then we’d be in cabin sixty-nine…get it? Like the sex position.” You groaned in frustration as you walked up the steps to your cabin, unlocking the door and walking in. “You’re the most immature out of all of your stupid little friends, I swear to Salazar.”

Mattheo scoffed, “Am not, that’s Berkshire. It’s not like you’re much better. You…you’ve got to be fucking kidding me...” Mattheo’s sentence trailed off when you both entered the cabin coming face to face with your sleeping arrangement. “One bed, is she bloody serious?” Mattheo was quick to complain once again as you placed your overnight bag on top of the bed. “What are you doing?” He dropped his bag by the door. “I’m getting my pyjamas out, I’m going to shower and then I’m going to bed. Don’t know where you’re going to sleep but I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” You gave him a saccharine smile before heading into the bathroom to change.

Wiping the fog from the mirror, you looked at yourself, mentally berrading your choice in sleepwear. To your defense, you had not planned on staying in a cabin with a male student. Taking a deep breath, you opened the bathroom door only to see Mattheo cozied up on top of the bed. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The sound of your voice made him jump slightly, “Oh, hi there, Princess. I’m just getting comfortable.” The smirk gracing his face only made more frustration boil in you, “Well get off, because I called the bed.” Mattheo only shook his head, “Yeah, and I also thought you grabbed your pyjamas, not your underwear.”

You looked down at your tank top and shorts, both of which could probably be considered smaller than average. But again, you planned on rooming with another girl, not the manwhore of Slytherin house. “These are my pyjamas, you wanker,” you walked to the other side of the bed, pulling the duvet down and climbing in, the blankets being slightly restrained from Mattheo’s weight. “Are you going to move or are you going to be a pain in my ass all night long? Get off the bed.” You pulled on the blanket underneath him only for him to laugh, “I’m getting up, calm down, sweetheart. But it’s only to shower. I’m getting back in the bed when I’m done.”

“Yeah, my ass you are,” you rolled over, your back facing him. Once you heard the door close you rolled back flat, staring up at the ceiling. You had nearly dozed off when you heard the shower turn off and the door unlock. Turning your head slightly you caught glimpse of a sight girls in your class would kill for. Mattheo’s grey sweats are low on his hips as water still trails down his abdomen. A towel covers his eyes as he dries the curls on his head and you take full advantage to gawk. “Like what you see, Princess?”

You huff out a laugh before rolling over, “Not even close, Riddle.” You feel the bed dip and the covers shift. “What are you doing?” You sat up, watching as Mattheo snuggled deeper under the sheets. “I’m getting comfortable, obviously,” Mattheo tucked himself in, clearly unbothered by the situation. “C’mon, Princess. I promise I’m real warm,” the smirk on his face only proved to irritate you further. You remained stubborn, turning away from him once more.

Trying to sleep seemed futile, despite the soothing pitter patter of the rain that started to hit against the cabin window. You heard the sound of soft snores come from behind you. Slowly turning over, as to not disturb him, you stared at Mattheo sleeping soundly. One arm rested above his head on the pillow while the other laid flat against his chest. You subtly moved a little closer to him, not quite touching him but getting fairly close. He wasn’t lying about being warm. You could feel the heat radiating off his body already and you couldn’t help the yearning in your chest to move just slightly closer.

Those efforts weren’t needed by you as Mattheo suddenly turned in his sleep, the arm laying on his stomach reaching out and encircling your body, pulling you flush to his chest where your cheek was now pressed against his bare skin. A gasp left your lips at the action, Mattheo’s voice low and gravely, thick with sleep, “You tell anyone and I avada you.” You hummed in agreeance, burying you face deeper into him and relishing in his body heat. The sleep you got that night was the best you had in months, curled up and nestled close to Mattheo’s body you’d nearly forgotten how much he frustrated you when you’re awake.

A flash of light is what jolts you awake, but Mattheo’s hold on your body seemed to adjust throughout the night, one hand holding the meat of your thigh close around his hip with his other wrapped around your shoulders, your fronts pressed together tightly. The flash of light seemed to disturb Mattheo as well as you heard a grunt and moan of complaint while his grip on your thigh tightened. A brisk feeling of cold ran up your skin as the duvet seemed to be ripped from your form. Another flash of light causing you and Mattheo both to groan. “For Salazar’s fucking sake what the-” you turned your head towards the foot of the bed to see Malfoy shaking two Polaroids in his hand while Blaise stood next to him, trying (and failing) to cover his smile with his hand, “McGonagall told us to come wake you, fucking Godric I’m glad she did.”

Mattheo sat up quickly, finger pointing at Draco accusingly, “I’ll kill you, Cousin, give me those pictures.” Mattheo jumped from the bed, chasing Draco from the cabin still clad in just his sweatpants. You turned to Blaise sheepishly, a small smile on your face. The tall boy only shook his head, twisting his fingers next to his mouth like he was locking his lips before leaving, closing the door behind him.

[mutantmayhems]

I like your vibe!

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES: MUTANT MAYHEM (2023) requested by anonymous

[fishpea]

gloink marching band! requested by anonymous!

[keys-hellscape-1020]

Heyy I saw ur post asking for asks and I absolutely love ur writing + I’ve had such bad Tim brainrot so I was wondering if you could write smt abt Tim just like gradually moving into the readers home and sort of like coparenting the readers cat

Tysm if you chose to write this 🙏🏽🙏🏽

A/N: Yes I can absolutely write this for you nonny! I hope you don’t mind too much but i changed the cat to a dog because I am HORRIBLY allergic to cats and if I have to suffer my readers also must. In actuality tho I just have spent very little time around them over the years and have no clue how to realistically write owning a cat.

Tim Drake x fem!reader

Content Warnings: Reader is described as wearing makeup, canon typical injuries (Tim gets hurt on patrol), reader is described as taking care of Tim’s injuries, reader has a period, reader gets sick from her period, brief description of throwing up, reader has very painful cramps, reader takes typical cramp relieving medication (ibuprofen)

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You thanked who ever was up there that Tim and your dog got along the first time you introduced them. You hadn’t planned on doing it today, but Tim had arrived early and you weren’t going to make him wait outside simply because your dog might be territorial.

You stand nervously by Tim’s side as he reaches his hand down for your German Shepherd, Ares, to sniff carefully. He takes a few moments after smelling Tim to eye him warily before letting out a dramatic huff and retreating to his spot on the sofa to stare Tim down.

You give Tim a chaste kiss on the cheek in relief before retreating to your bedroom to finish getting ready, “Make yourself at home Tim, I’ll be ready in just a few minutes!” You call over your shoulder as you close your door.

After you had finished your makeup and threw your wallet and a few other necessities into your bag in a rush you exit your room and just before you can call out to Tim to let him know that you’re now ready you see him seated on the opposite side of the couch from Ares.

Well, maybe saying they got along was a bit of a lie. They weren’t truly getting along so much as Ares wasn’t trying to fight Tim, and was even letting him sit near him. A miracle for your reactive dog.

“Tim?” You call out gently, not wanting to break the moment too harshly. At the sound of your voice Ares gets up and runs to your side like you were returning from war. You lean down to scratch in-between his ears as Tim approaches you much more calmly, a gentle smile on his face.

“You look amazing babe.” He mummers softly, leaning forward to kiss you gently, Ares whining in contempt at your attention being stolen.

“You ready to go?” You prompt gently, at Tim’s nod you take his hand and lead him toward the door, Ares right on your heels, whining like you were committing a most horrible crime.

As you exit your apartment and nudge Ares’ snout inside from where he was trying to follow you, you’re taken aback when suddenly Tim reaches forward and gently pats Ares on the top of the head, mumbling a soft “I’ll bring her back soon buddy.”

To your shock Ares doesn’t seem to mind the gesture, and as you finally get your front door closed and move to leave your apartment building your mind keeps drifting back to the sweet interaction with one thought repeatedly popping up in your mind, “Is it to early to be thinking about marriage?”

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You love Tim, it’s something that you had realized early on in your relationship, but you swear he’s going to send you to an early grave with the amount of stress he puts you through. Almost every night for the last two weeks he’d shown up on your fire escape battered and bruised beyond recognition. The first time he’d done it you had to put Ares in his crate and throw a blanket over it, scared he was going to try and attack Tim with how he was growling and putting his haunches up.

By tonight however he’s grown used to the nightly intrusions, as he contents himself with watching you patch Tim up from his spot on the couch. You’re standing between Tim’s spread legs as he sits on the couch in front of you, running your hands up and down his bare arms carefully, checking for any other injuries he might’ve not told you about but mainly reassuring yourself that he’s here, and he’s okay. This is the worst shape he’s ever come to you in and you have to be sure that you haven’t missed anything.

Seemingly reading your mind he softly mutters, “I’m not going anywhere.” His hands find your hips as you stand between his spread legs. You vaguely realize that he’s gazing up at you like you’d hung the stars in the sky. “I promise.” He whispers, leaning forward to bury his face in your stomach.

You run your fingers through his hair, trying your best to detangle it from his night of crime fighting. “You know I’ll always be here for you.” You begin, “But you have got to take better care of yourself.” You can’t help but gaze at the canvas of his ribs, pale skin mottled with shades of blue and black. His arms are covered in cuts, a number of which you had to stitch up. You hated how steady your hands were getting with that damned needle.

He lets out an ambiguous groan and tightens his hold on your hips, when he speaks you can barely hear him from where his mouth is pressed against your shirt. “‘M sorry.” He mummers.

You let out a sigh and tip your head back to stare at your ceiling as you tangle your hands in his hair. “You don’t need to be sorry.” You sigh softly. “Just careful.”

After a moment you gently pull him to stand and begin guiding him to your bedroom with a hand on his back, which he lets you do wordlessly. You move to your bed and begin gently pushing him to sit.

He lets you push him, offering no resistance as he turns himself to lean against your pillows, poorly concealing a wince as his stitches pull and scrape against the bed. You watch him with a concerned furrow in your brow. “One second.” You mummer, side-stepping Ares, who had silently followed you into your bedroom.

You move to your dresser and pull out a change of clothes for him. He had started to keep clothes at your apartment after several instances of him spending the night as Red Robin and not having any civvies on hand for the next morning.

Tim lets out a grunt of displeasure when he sees you have one of his t-shorts and a pair of shorts in hand. “What? You don’t like me in just my boxers?” He says with a smirk of his face that has no right being that attractive when you can’t do anything about it.

You let out a groan and throw them on top of your dresser reluctantly as you go to sit next to his reclined body. “I just don’t want you to get cold.” You mummer, leaning forward to gently kiss his cheek.

“I’m not that fragile.” He says with a soft laugh, leaning into your touch eagerly.

You lay down next to him and drape your arm across his chest, being careful to avoid his injuries as he gingerly wraps one of his arms around your shoulders. “You’re not doing any work tomorrow night or the next.” You say bluntly as you gaze at his injuries, a firm look on his face.

Tim sighs and gets a vaguely guilty look on his face. “Babe I would if I could but Bruce-“

You sit up just enough to give him a firm glare, one that he knows better than to argue with. “If Bruce gives you shit for not going out and risking your life while seriously injured I’m kicking his fucking ass.” You practically growl, leaning forward slightly to get your point across.

Tim rolls his eyes and lets out a grating sigh as you lay back down against him. “I’d pay money to see you fight Bruce.” He mumbles tiredly.

“If he tries to make you go out tomorrow you’re getting your wish.” You say. The moment is cut-off however when Ares jumps up on your bed and curls over your feet, and much to your shock, Tim’s as well. When you turn to give him a surprised smile he is already dead asleep.

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You can’t believe yourself, honestly you can’t. How the hell did you manage to get sick right before Tim was supposed to get back from his mission? You let out a soft whine as you finish puking your guts up and double check that the toilet flushes properly. You lean back slightly and attempt to orient yourself. You get your period every week and yet still you haven’t managed to master the art of not letting it beat your ass.

You look over at Ares’ soft whine, he’s seated himself at the bathroom door and is watching you carefully to make sure you’re okay. He only abandons his post at the sound of the window opening, loud barks and whines making his excitement clear to anyone who knows him. You curse yourself quietly as you force yourself to stand and grab your toothbrush from its spot next to Tim’s, quickly plopping a generous amount of toothpaste on it and shoving it in your mouth. You hope Ares distracts Tim long enough for you to attempt to hide the evidence of your monthly illness.

You quicken your movement at the sound of Tim calling your name. Spitting out your toothpaste and quickly rinsing out your mouth at the sound of him approaching. As he peers around the doorframe to gaze at you lift your arms and smother him in a hug which he eagerly returns. “I missed your pretty boy.” You say blearily as you run your hands over his shoulders and down his back, checking him over for injuries.

He lets out a soft, tired laugh against your neck at the nickname, his muscles slowly but surely relaxing at the feeling of you finally with him again. You squeeze him around his middle gently, being mindful of any potential injuries as Ares lets out a whine at being ignored and swats Tim’s armor covered leg with his paw. Tim huffs out a laugh and pulls back from you, crouching down to Ares’ height and letting him lick his face where his domino mask was a moment prior.

You watch the scene affectionately when suddenly you feel a drop in your stomach, you rub your hand over your uterus to try and ignore the feeling but a moment later you’re gripping the sink in pain and letting out a low groan. Tim stands up quickly, his hands finding your shoulders and straightening you up just enough for him to look you over.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” He asks you quickly. You move the hand you were gripping the sink with to wave him off dismissively only to be shown that was a stupid idea when your cramps double in intensity and you nearly fall to the ground in pain, only held up by Tim desperately grabbing you by the armpits and lifting you into a bridal hold.

He moves you so quickly you barely have time to register what’s happening before he is lowering you down on your bed, running a hand over your forehead soothingly to clear any hairs that were sticking due to sweat. “Have you taken any medicine for it yet?” He asks in a soothing mummer.

When you give him a confused glance through the pain he offers you an explanation despite the slight pink now tinting his cheeks. “You were due for your period, and you were brushing your teeth when I arrived which indicates you threw up which is typical for you on the first day of your period. Plus you sent Ares to come greet me instead of doing so yourself.” At the sound of his name Ares invites himself onto your bed, lying over your legs and resting his head over your uterus defensively. You and Tim both instinctively move to scratch in-between his ears.

“So uh-“ Tim clears his throat. “Should I go get you some ibuprofen?” He asks meekly.

You grab his hand a place a reassuring kiss to the back of it. “Would you please baby?” You soothe.

Tim gives you a firm nod and moves to do so, Ares lets out a soft whine when Tim leaves the room but doesn’t move from his spot on you. Tim returns a moment later, a bottle of ibuprofen in one hand and a glass of water in his other. He sets both on your nightstand before carefully counting out your desired amount of ibuprofen, handing it to you, and carefully tipping a mouthful of water into your mouth once you go to swallow them.

“Thank you.” You say as you attempt to relax against your bed. “You’re the best.”

“I know.” Tim quips, smirking at you as you roll your eyes playfully, he leans forward to press a kiss to the center of your forehead. He lingers a moment before pulling back to look at you, at the lack of eye-contact he hesitates a moment before asking, “What’s wrong baby? Are you in pain?”

You shift uncomfortably for a moment, causing Ares to grumble, before muttering out, “I’m sorry you have to take care of me.”

Tim balks at your words and grabs both of your hands securely, shuffling closer from where he was sitting by your reclined form to press your forms together gingerly. “Don’t say that baby,” he soothes “I’ll always take care of you.”

You shake your head softly, trying to suppress the tears you feel coming to your eyes. “Wanted to take care of you.” You mutter, avoiding his concerned look, “I was so excited for you to get back.”

Tim holds your face and gently wipes away your tears with his thumbs. “You always take care of me baby, it’s the least I can do to take care of you once in a while.” He all but whispers, pressing your foreheads together.

Suddenly Ares is also attempting to press his face against yours, nosing his way in front of Tim’s and licking your face eagerly, causing you to giggle and Tim to let out an offended sound at his spot being stolen.

“See?” Tim says after a moment of Ares’ enthused licking. “Even Ares wants to take care of you.”

You shake your head with a soft sigh as Ares finally calms down, moving to protect your feet and let Tim take over soothing you once more. “My boys.” You mutter gently, giving Tim an affectionate look.

“All yours.” Tim confirms, moving forward to press a soft kiss against your lips. “Always.”