#so please for the love of god just leave me alone

[dollbrbie]

♡ ⸝⸝ THE BREAKUP

cw. fratboy isagi, so so so angsty, isagi really gets his feelings hurt :(

“i think we should break up.”

isagi gives a slight huff, “it’s not funny when you say things like that.”

you breath in, “i’m not joking, isagi.”

he turns around to face you, currently sat on his bed with your brows pinched together slightly. it was clear you had been thinking about something.

“what’s going on, baby?”, he asks, his tone more concerned.

you debated telling him the truth, making yourself look like a fool and having isagi so easily convince you that you’re wrong. he’s too reassuring like that.

ever since you heard everyone say you weren’t good enough for him, that you were too mean, too much for someone like isagi, it just kept playing on your mind like an endless loop, causing you to second guess yourself over and over.

because as much as you hate to admit it, they were right. you were mean, way too mean for a guy like isagi. he’s so sweet and genuine with not a nasty bone in his body. he deserves to be treated like a king, to have a girlfriend adore him just as much as he adores you.

but were you really that? are you really giving him everything he truly deserves?

“i just don’t think.. we’re really working out.”, you sigh.

he frowns, “you don’t think that at all. why’re you saying this?”, the hurt evident in his voice.

and that hurts you.

“isagi, stop.”

he doesn’t.

“no. tell me why you’re saying this. you’re not throwing our whole relationship away because in your eyes we’re suddenly ‘not working out’.”, he explains with air quotes, “you don’t get to say that without some explanation, it’s fucked up.”

you wish he just made it easier for you, to just accept this. but now having to rip the bandaid off you say, “fine then. i just don’t want to be with you anymore.”

there’s a long pause where isagi just processes what you say, “you don’t mean that.”, he whimpers, his eyes glossy.

of course you didn’t mean that. god, the look on his face hurt you more than anything, your own heart heavy. that’s when you knew you had really hurt his feelings and that’s the last thing you ever wanted to do. but, this was in isagi’s best interest.. right?

“i do.”, you whisper, you eyes down as you fiddle with your fingers, sat cross cross on his bed.

“why? what did i do? i can fix it, baby. whatever i did, i can fix it.”, isagi pleas frantically, scurrying closer to you by sitting on the edge of his bed, “please, just tell me.”

“you can’t, isagi. just stop it, okay?”, you sigh, getting up from his bed before grabbing your bag and packing up the few essentials you had in his room, “we just aren’t working, that’s it.”

“no- i just, i don’t understand what i did.”, he swallows, “i thought- i thought you loved me. i love you.”

you feel your bottom lip tremble. this felt like kicking a sweet puppy who kept running back to you.

you don’t say anything, in fear of losing composure and crying your heart out. so, you carry on packing your things, muting out isagi’s frantic pleas and breaking voice despite how hard it was, before rushing out of his room to get back to your own dorm, leaving him alone where everything felt too silent besides his thumping heartbeat.

and that’s when he felt the tears fall from his eyes, and down his cheeks. isagi wasn’t a crier, not at all. but, here he was, crying over you as you leave him with no closure, no nothing. without the answers you couldn’t give him, all he could do was wonder what the hell went so wrong. what the hell made you leave him so suddenly?

with all of his thoughts going rampant in his mind, isagi mutters, “fuck, man.”

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

[intoanotherworld23]

The End Of Us

Summary: You and Joel have made the difficult decision to go your own ways, and Joel just wants to spend one more blissful night with you before you leave

Warnings: explicit content, mature themes, smut, unprotected sex, smidge of spanking, dominant Joel, submissive reader, minor edging, sad ending, angst

A/N: Hello my lovelies this one is a little bit longer than what I’ve been writing lately so I hope that you guys enjoy this! Let me know what you think in the comments and reblog so that others can enjoy it as well. It would be greatly appreciated and encouraged. My Pedro pascal tag list is still open so if you wish to be tagged in future writings let me know and I’ll add ya! Thank you all so much! XOXO

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“Just one more night baby, please.” Joel had begged against your lips. “Please just let me have one more night of you.”

You and Joel wanted totally opposite things, and had different visions for the future. Constantly arguing to the point it was becoming toxic to stay with each other. That’s when you both made the difficult decision to go different directions.

You cup his face in your hands as you stare deeply into his eyes. Showing no signs of manipulation or deceit only seeing pure desire and love. Feeling your cold fingers pressed against his heated skin. Holding his breath waiting for your answer. “One more night.”

Watching as Joel stoops, and without hesitating you jump into his arms so he can pick you up. Wrapped around him so tightly almost afraid to let him go. Fearing he would disappear suddenly, and this would all be a dream. Carefully walking up to the bedroom, a somewhat somber feeling in the air.

Joel laying you down softly on the bed as he sucks on your plump lower lip. Dragging it out with his teeth only to let it bob back. Lips then caressing your jawline as his hands massaged your outer thighs. Feeling him press his erection against you causing you to moan.

“I bet you’re just dripping.” His voice low and deep already knowing the truth without even having to look or feel.

Without skipping a beat he lifts your arms up sliding your shirt off and to the side. Looking down to see your erect nipples just waiting to be touched. He was eating you alive with just his gaze alone.

“God I need you so bad.” Mumbling before leaning his head forward to nip at your bud. Dripping onto his hair as he flicked his tongue back and forth.

“Joel please just take my pants off.” He was fully teasing you at this point. Taking in more of you than ever knowing this was going to be the last night.

Emitting a noise in response at the desperation in your voice. Lifting your hips up as he pulled them down your legs leaving you completely exposed. The air hitting the wetness between your legs causing goosebumps to appear on your arms.

“See I knew you would be dripping.” He smirked knowing he was right, and all you could do was just roll your eyes at him.

“Just shut up and fuck me Joel.” Groaning wrapping your legs around him to help ease the ache. Joel knew what he was doing with you he wasn’t a fool. He wanted this last night with you to be explosive and utterly euphoric.

“I would watch how you talk to me baby girl.” He warned you his tone stern and dominant. His arms on either side of your head as he kissed your collarbone tracing his lips up your neck breathing you in. “I’m the best cock that’s ever gonna fuck you.”

Not even waiting for your response he stood up for a brief moment to strip himself of his clothes leaving him naked. Leaning on your elbows as you looked him up and down. Eyes drinking him in as you memorized every detail on his figure.

“Tell me how badly you need me.” Speaking as he grabbed your ankles opening you up to him. He wanted to hear you say it out loud.

“I need you so desperately Joel. You’re all I want. All I ever want.” Your words holding truth and meaning. It wasn’t a lie to just get what you want. “I love you.”

It was the three little words that held a much bigger meaning. He was shocked to hear you say it, and that was all he needed as he hovered over you pushing his cock inside of you feeling as he stretched you around him. Gasping your mouth wide open as he just watched your face.

“Fuck you’re so big.” Your hands gripping onto his waist holding him there feeling him deeply already clenching your cunt around him. Joel just leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours just loving the feeling of you, and not wanting to move.

“Keep your eyes on me baby girl.” He directed you wanting your entire focus on him. Joel was never shy when it came to intimacy. “Keep them on me or I stop.”

“Mhm.” Wiggling your hips wanting nothing more than him to move.

Joel pulling his hips back his cock slipping very easily just enough before he pushed forward again. Snapping his hips back and forth creating a steady rhythm. Hands gripping his arms as whimpers left your mouth. Wanting to just close your eyes so badly, but knowing Joel would stop, and this feeling would be gone so quickly.

“That’s a good girl. Taking me so good.” He praised as he briefly looked down as your walls swallowed him whole. It was a sight to see.

The sounds of your wetness were echoing in the room it was overwhelming your senses. Your entire being was just a mass of tingles, heat, and want. Just wanting to look down and watch as his cock abused your hole. Keeping your eyes on him as you noticed his face turning redder by the minute, and sweat dripping down his forehead.

“You feel so good, you feel so fucking good.” Groaning as he gritted his teeth trying to hold on for as long as he could.

Senseless sounds were tumbling out of you, the pleasure coursing through your veins. Whenever you and Joel would fuck it felt like you were floating in the clouds. Never wanting to come back down. Nothing compares to the way he makes you feel when he’s inside of you, and caressing your skin. Nothing else.

“I wanna cum in you.” There’s a desperation that instills within him, wanting to get to the finish. “Please I wanna cum in you so badly.”

“Yes, please, yes.” With no hesitation as you tightly wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in even closer.

A hand slithering down your lower stomach between your bodies so he can rub your clit in harsh circles. Crying out at the overwhelming sensitivity as your nails dug into his skin. Your eyes tearing up your body felt like it was going to explode.

“I’m close.” Warning him and he responded by flipping your bodies so smoothly so you were now on top, his cock never slipping out.

“Ride me baby girl.” Hands gripping your hips as you moved your body back and forth your hands pressed against his chest using him as leverage. “Fuck just like that.”

Rocking the entire bed the headboard knocking against the wall with your aggressive motions. Joel loved watching as you took control so desperate to chasing your own high. Hands coming down on your ass as a form of motivation to keep going. Your thighs burning already from this position.

“Look at me when you cum.” He tells you your brows upturn, whining in frustration. His thumb returning to your puffy clit rubbing fast circles.

“Oh god I’m cumming.” Feeling the dam break as your walls flutter around him from the stimulation. Throwing your head back as you felt your entire body trembling from the mind blowing orgasm, feeling the heat around your body overflowing with pleasure.

“Fuck.” Joel holding you in place as your cunt instinctually clenched around him. His cock twitching inside of you his own release just right there. Euphoria finally conquering him, and it makes effective work, hot spurts of him warm seed coating your insides.

Fighting to keep your eyes open as fatigue rushed through your body. Arms and legs feeling like noodles thankful Joel was holding you up otherwise you would have collapsed on top of him. Rubbing soothing circles on your thighs in comfort as he eased you through the last of your orgasm.

“Come here.” Patting his chest signaling to lay down. Slowly placing your head on his sweaty chest placing your ear over his heart listening to his rapid heart beat. Keeping his cock inside of you not wanting him to leave.

There was a sudden shift in the air. Feeling melancholy that this was the last time you and Joel were ever going to see each other. Joel pressing his lips on the top of your head it had you smiling.

“God I hate this.” Mumbling against his skin breaking the deafening silence. Your body frozen not wanting to move because then it would become real.

“I wish there was a different way, but we’ve already been lying to ourselves long enough.” Joel was being stronger for you knowing if he wasn’t you both would keep running in circles, and having the same conversations over and over.

If only you and Joel had met at a different time in your lives this discussion wouldn’t be happening. It was just both your luck you had to meet when the virus already broke out. You could see a beautiful life with Joel.

“I’m gonna miss you so fucking much.” His voice cracking as he tried to hold back the tears. It broke your heart to see him vulnerable like this.

“I’m gonna miss you too.” Kissing his chest a hand reaching up to rub the back of your head. A tear rolling down your cheek. This was going to be so much harder than what you thought.

“Who knows,” looking up at him your bottom lip trembling. “Maybe we’ll see each other again.”

Closing your eyes as the tears were starting fully stream down your face. You and him both knew better than that. Neither one of you were likely to see each other again. Of course, Joel wanted to make you feel better about the situation. Embracing you as he held you in his arms so tightly it actually started to hurt.

“Yeah, who knows.” Sniffling as you pathetically attempted to sound optimistic, but Joel saw right through you.

“I love you so much.” Staring deep into your eyes as he placed a kiss on your lips knowing it was the last time you were ever going to feel those soft lips on yours.

[michimars-room]

Confessions & love languages

with the Jabberwock Ghouls! 🐰

an: omg I'm finally getting around to finishing and posting these... hope everyone enjoys ♡

Haru’s…

love languages ♡ Acts of service & gift giving

♡ Haru falls fast and hard, he's madly in love with you, especially seeing how sweet and patient you are with the anomalous animals… kind of lets his feelings slip when he's telling you how much he appreciates everything you do to support him, and he's not just saying that because you help. He pours his heart out, telling you that you mean so much to him, just your presence alone gives him energy, he cares deeply for you and then he pauses, letting his words settle… before saying he's in love with you.

♡ Although he can be really busy running the park, he still makes time to do things for you both too and if he can't, he'll be giving you little gifts; all things that remind him of you. (he's also really big on matching couple stuff, not necessarily showing possessiveness but a silent & sweet declaration of your relationship.)

Towa’s…

love languages ♡ words of affirmation & quality time

♡ It's canon that he's very open and expressive about his feelings, but regardless, he would be the one to confess first, but… totally would be the most flowery & simple confession. Dreamy eyes & holding out a bouquet of flowers at night under the moonlight, whispering to you “Dandelion… you said you also believed in soulmates. I believe you are mine.”

♡ Long walks at night, star gazing, laying your head in his lap during the day under the shade of tall trees - he wants nothing more than to spend every moment with his soulmate, his other half! Never ending stream of compliments and sweet words when the sun sets, whispers I love you's into your neck as you close your eyes, drifting off to sleep. Please praise him, as a person and partner - he values your words and needs to hear that you love & appreciate him verbally (very often).

Ren’s…

love language ♡ quality time

♡ HAHAHAHA, have fun confessing first (love him so badly, everyone knows this), but he DENIES being in love!!! Good god, the pining would be so bad. Might actually attempt to avoid you & say "stay away from me, I'm sick”. In reality, it's because his palms are sweaty, he's flushed, and you're WAY too close to him (even if you aren't) - this is harassment! Your presence makes him squirm, but you were concerned, it was one of his favorite things about you, but not with this… Unfortunately for him, you were used to his harassment allegations, you showed up to take care of him… just for him to pretend to cough, his face growing hot at your sudden close proximity even though you hadn't even stepped further than the threshold. “Ren?” You stepped into his room, him yelling in response, “Go AWAY!!” “Absolutely not!! You're beet red and sweating!!” So here you are like his angel trying to take care of him, and here he is… shying away from you like a child. In typical fashion, his words may be callous, but his body language and tone are quite the opposite.

a big pouty baby who gets irritable when you leave him alone.

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[jincapableoflove]

Hi there, I’m the anon who requested the Drabble for way of the househusband and let me say you most definitely did my request justice (the way I could visualise JK in my mind saying and doing that with your writing and Bam’s little cameo 😭) - thank you thank you thank you! WHAT ID GIVE TO READ AN EXTENSION WITH A SMUTTY VERSION PLEASE OH PLEASE 😩 I didn’t request smut because I wasn’t sure if you’d be ok with taking/writing smut requests

"you asked me to choose" pt. 2 | drabble

A PART OF 'THE HOUSEHUSBAND DIARIES' DRABBLE SERIES

pairing: jungkook x (f.) reader

genre: househusband! jungkook, corporate office worker! reader, established relationship, flufff, smut.

summary: after a long, exhausting day at work, there’s nothing better than coming home to jungkook’s warm embrace.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: smut, mature language, dirty talk, breeding/pregnancy kink, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, light dom/sub dynamics, aftercare!!!

a/n: hiii anon! im so happy you loved the previous drabble 💗 and guess what? your wish has been granted! hehe i went ahead an wrote an extended smutty version just for you. lmk what u think! hope you enjoy!!

requests are open! feel free to send in fic and drabble ideas!

read part 1 here

jungkook carefully plates your food, setting it in front of you with a small, satisfied smile. the aroma alone makes your stomach rumble, and the first bite melts in your mouth. but as you settle in, chewing thoughtfully, you start to feel a distinct gaze on you.

lifting your eyes, you find jungkook watching you.

you pause mid-bite, raising a brow. “why aren’t you eating?”

he simply shrugs, propping his elbow on the table and resting his chin against his palm. “i’m enjoying the view.”

the sheer audacity of his words sends warmth creeping up your neck. you chew slower, trying to ignore the way his dark eyes stay locked on you.

“jungkook,” you sigh, setting down your chopsticks. “stop staring.”

“but you’re so cute when you eat,” he muses, lips curving into a lazy grin.

before you can retort, bam lets out a small whine, his head resting on jungkook’s knee as he watches the two of you with hopeful eyes. his tail thumps against the floor, clearly hoping for a bite.

jungkook chuckles, scratching behind bam’s ears. “sorry, buddy. this is your mom’s dinner.”

you shake your head, reaching down to give bam a fond pat. “you two are ridiculous.”

jungkook smirks, tilting his head. “admit it, you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

//

the soft clatter of chopsticks barely registers before jungkook’s hand wraps around your wrist, his grip firm yet gentle as he tugs you up from your chair.

“dinner’s great,” you tease, letting him guide you effortlessly, “but i think i’m still hungry.”

his dark eyes flicker with something unmistakable. “good,” he murmurs, backing you up against the kitchen counter, his voice a low rumble. “because i’ve been starving.”

before you can respond, his lips crash onto yours, urgent and intoxicating. his hands grip your waist, lifting you onto the counter as if you weigh nothing. the cool surface meets your thighs, but all you feel is the heat radiating from him.

the faint rustle of his apron brushes against your legs as his body presses closer, the scent of soap and spice clinging to him. his kiss deepens, slow and deliberate, leaving you breathless.

he parts just enough to whisper against your lips, voice thick with need. “you taste better than dinner.” 

his hands move, exploring every curve, every inch of bare skin exposed to him. his lips trail lower, ghosting over your collarbone, each press of his mouth leaving heat in its wake. your breath hitches as his fingers tease beneath the hem of your skirt, skating over your thighs with sinful ease.

“god, i love coming home to you,” you gasp, your grip tightening around his shoulders.

jungkook smirks against your skin, lips brushing the sensitive spot just below your ear. “then show me just how much, baby.”

before you can melt entirely into his touch, an impatient huff interrupts the moment. you glance to the side, and there, sitting with his ears perked and head tilted in pure canine curiosity, is bam.

“jungkook,” you hiss, shoving lightly at his chest. “bam is watching! we can’t do this here.”

jungkook groans dramatically, his head dropping to your shoulder. “why notttt,” he whines, dragging out the syllables like a petulant child. “it’s not like he’ll understand anyway.”

you scoff, arching a brow. “bam is a child. we’re going to the bedroom.”

jungkook sighs, but the teasing glint in his eyes tells you he’s more than happy to comply. with a mischievous grin, he hoists you up effortlessly. “fine. but if he scratches at the door, it’s your problem.”

//

the moment you step into the bedroom and lock the door behind you, jungkook wastes no time capturing your lips again. this kiss is different, overflowing with the impatience he’s barely been holding back.

a breathy giggle escapes you as he deepens the kiss, his hands roaming down your sides. tilting your head back, you grant him better access, and he eagerly takes it, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

“this blouse needs to go,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire, before sliding it off your shoulders and tossing it aside. his hands find your breasts, kneading them over the thin fabric of your bra, sending delicious sparks through your body. the friction is maddening, and before he can tease you further, you unclasp your bra, letting it fall away.

jungkook doesn't hesitate. his lips latch onto your bare skin, tongue flicking over a sensitive peak while his other hand palms and squeezes the other, drawing a sharp gasp from you. he sucks gently, savoring every reaction he pulls from you. 

you both fall back onto the bed, jungkook’s lips still latched onto your nipple as his hands move lower, removing your skirt and pulling your panties down in one swift motion.

a gasp escapes you when his fingers brush over your already slick folds, spreading them apart with practiced ease.

“already so wet for me,” he murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction. “did you miss me that much, baby?”

you barely manage a response before his middle finger finds your swollen bud, pressing down just enough to make your hips jolt. a breathy moan slips from your lips as he circles your clit with slow, deliberate strokes.

jungkook chuckles, low and husky. “you’re so sensitive tonight. i barely touched you.” his teasing only heightens the ache inside you.

he leaves your breasts, his mouth trailing lower, his dark eyes locked onto yours as he shifts down the bed. “let me hear you, yeah?” he rasps. “i wanna know just how good i make you feel.”

and then, without another word, he presses his face between your thighs, dragging his tongue in a slow, torturous stripe down your center. the pleasure is instant, overwhelming, and you can’t help the way your back arches off the mattress.

jungkook groans against you, gripping your thighs to keep you still. “that’s it, baby,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. “let me take care of you.” 

his pace quickens, his tongue working you more fervently, each stroke drawing out another whimper from your lips. the pleasure is all-consuming, and just when you think you can't take any more, his fingers join the mix.

his tattooed finger finds its way to your entrance, gathering your slick before slowly pushing inside. your jaw falls slack at the sensation, your walls clenching around the intrusion. one finger is soon followed by another, the stretch both intoxicating and perfectly preparing you for what’s to come.

"god, you take my fingers so well," jungkook murmurs against your skin, his breath hot as he watches the way your body responds to him. "so tight, so wet—just for me, huh?"

your fingers curl into the sheets, the desperate ache within you growing unbearable. “j-jungkook, i need more,” you whimper, unable to hold back any longer. “please… i can’t wait anymore.”

jungkook groans at your plea, his restraint snapping. "yeah?" he breathes, pulling back to meet your gaze, his eyes dark with desire. "you want me that bad, baby?"

without wasting another second, he strips off his clothes, his toned body illuminated by the dim glow of the bedside lamp, sleeve tattoos in full display. your breath catches when your eyes drop to his throbbing length, standing hard and proud, the tip glistening with precum.

the sight alone sends another wave of need through you, your thighs instinctively pressing together. jungkook catches the movement, smirking as he strokes himself slowly.

“don’t get shy on me now,” he teases, voice husky. “you were just begging for me, remember?”

jungkook lines himself up with your entrance, sinking in slowly, inch by inch. the stretch is familiar, one you’ve grown accustomed to over the years, yet it still steals your breath every time. he fits so perfectly inside you like a puzzle piece sliding into place, like you were made for each other.

his body presses forward as he pushes in fully, his hips flush against yours. his hands are planted firmly on either side of your head, caging you in, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss.

your fingers dig into his back, clinging to him as pleasure ripples through you. “god, i love the way you fill me up,” you murmur against his lips, voice breathless. “you always feel so good, jungkook… like you were made for me.”

a low groan rumbles in his chest. "damn right i was," he growls, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes before he starts moving.

he sets a slow, deliberate pace at first, letting you feel every inch of him. but as the pleasure builds, his movements grow sharper, his pace quickening. moans and curses spill freely from both of you, the air thick with heat and longing.

"faster, please," you gasp, voice laced with desperation. "i need more—harder, jungkook."

that’s all the encouragement he needs. his grip on your hips tightens as he snaps his hips forward, thrusting into you with newfound intensity. each movement hits just right, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.

jungkook’s thrusts grow deeper, more deliberate, as he leans down, lips brushing against your ear. his voice is low, rough with desire.

"fuck, baby… you’d look so beautiful carrying my child," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "can you imagine? your belly round and swollen, full of me." his hands slide down to grip your hips, holding you even closer. "you’d be the most gorgeous mother… and i’d make sure to take such good care of you."

a shiver runs down your spine, heat pooling in your core at his words. if it was even possible, you feel yourself getting even wetter. the thought of a baby with jungkook doesn’t scare you at all, in fact, it only excites you. he’d make such a great dad, a hot dad, and you can’t deny how much the idea turns you on.

your body tightens around him, the pleasure mounting to an unbearable peak. "jungkook��i’m close," you gasp, clutching onto him.

his grip tightens, his pace unrelenting. "then let go, baby," he urges, voice thick with need. "come for me, i wanna feel you."

the euphoria crashes into you like a tidal wave, your orgasm surging through your body as you cry out his name. you clench around him, coating his length in your release, and the sensation drives him over the edge.

a deep groan escapes him as he buries himself inside you one last time, spilling his warmth deep inside. the sensation of being filled up so completely makes your head spin, pleasure still buzzing through your limbs. jungkook presses his forehead against yours, panting, his hands soothing over your sides as you both bask in the afterglow. 

jungkook presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "i’ll go prepare your bath now, okay?" he murmurs, his voice soft as he slowly pulls out. his hands instinctively reach out, guiding your thighs to press together, as if wanting to keep every drop of him inside you just a little longer.

but as he starts to move, you grab his wrist, your voice barely above a whisper. "no… don’t go. let’s just stay like this for a while, please?"

he exhales softly, his resolve crumbling in an instant. "okay, baby," he relents, settling back down beside you. his arms wrap securely around your body, pulling you close, his warmth enveloping you like a cocoon.

completely spent, you melt into him, the exhaustion of the day replaced by a deep, satisfied calm. every ounce of stress has dissolved in his touch, in his presence. you know a bath will make you feel even better, but right now, you don’t want to leave this warmth don’t want to be anywhere but here, tangled up with him.

shortly after, you doze off, completely worn out. jungkook carefully untangles himself from your embrace, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple before slipping out of bed. he makes his way to the bathroom, setting up a warm, relaxing bath just for you adding bubbles, lighting candles, creating the perfect atmosphere. because he’s that kind of husband. the kind who always knows exactly what you need before you even have to ask.

he doesn’t have the heart to wake you, so instead, he scoops you up effortlessly, carrying you with the same tenderness as if you were the most precious thing in the world. it’s only when your body sinks into the warm water that your eyes flutter open, blinking at the sudden change in scenery.

jungkook kneels beside the tub, a fond smile on his lips as he runs a soft cloth over your shoulders, his touch gentle, reverent.

"feel better?" he asks softly.

you sigh, letting the warmth seep into your bones. "so much better."

your heart swells as you watch him, this man who has loved you so selflessly, who makes even the simplest moments feel like something out of a dream. you don’t know what you did to deserve him, but you know one thing for certain: you love him more than words could ever express.

after a pause, you open one eye, mischief creeping into your voice. "you’re not joining?"

jungkook smirks, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "that wasn’t part of the order."

you grab his wrist, tugging him closer, your lips curving into a knowing smile. "i think i’m allowed to make modifications."

his chuckle is deep, sinful, as he steps into the bath without hesitation, the warm water licking up his toned skin as he pulls you flush against him. "oh, baby," he murmurs, hands already sliding over your slick body. "you’re dangerous."

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[yall-send-help]

i get that the whole ‘no metas in gotham (except duke)’ rule is funny and all but to me it would be so much funnier if there was a ‘no metas in gotham (except duke)’ rule and the only person it applied to was kon

imagine:

wally: *entering the batcave* why.

bruce: what?

wally: the new rule. why.

bruce: the new… are you talking about the ‘no metas in gotham’ rule?

wally: yes. why.

bruce: because.

wally: are you going to kick me out?

bruce: why would i do that?

wally: because-

bruce: you don’t count

wally: but-

bruce: don’t you have better things to do than argue with me? like be with your kids?

wally: fair point, see you later old man!

~~~~~

hal: *also entering the batcave* why.

bruce: *sighing* why what?

hal: the ‘no metas in gotham’ rule. why-

bruce: *still sighing* not you too

hal: why-

bruce: you don’t count

hal: wait what-

bruce: would you like to change your status as an exception? if not, leave me alone

hal: mhmm alright see you later baby

~~~~~

clark: *also entering the batcave bc i’m very imaginative* why.

bruce: what now?

clark: the ‘no metas in gotham’ rule. i thought you were better than that

bruce: you don’t count

diana: *standing next to clark* but bruce-

bruce: you don’t count either. now please, for the love of god, can i just be left alone?

~~~~~

dinah: *on some rooftop in gotham idk* hi batman

bruce: hello black canary, green arrow

oliver: wait… you’re not going to say anything?

bruce: about what?

oliver: about dinah

dinah: *head in hands* oh my god

bruce: again, about what?

oliver: well, you’re new ‘no metas in-‘

dinah: let it go

oliver: yeah, but-

bruce: i do not care if she is here, she used to live here

oliver: ok good because i was ready to beat your ass if you tried anything

~~~~~

ivy: *after a fight* so i guess now you’re going to try and kick me out of gotham now, huh?

batman: why would i do that?

ivy: because of you new ‘no metas-

batman: i sweat to god, if one more person brings up that rule

batman: *takes a deep breath* between the two of us, that rule is bullshit

ivy: so… you’re not going to try to-

batman: no. you’re going to arkham for ecological terrorism

ivy: great. see you in 3-5 business months

batman: see you then

but then…

kon: *walking past bruce on his way to see tim* sup

bruce: get out.

kon: but-

bruce: get out.

kon: oh, come on! the rule doesn’t apply to anyone else! why me?

bruce: because i don’t want you dating my children. get out.

[day-dreamed]

for Mel requests how about teacher Reader crushing hard but thinking Mel would never like her back bc she's so much younger and Mels way out of her league

it ain’t me babe

melissa schemmenti x f!reader

tags: pining, slightly insecure reader, confession, mel being a flirt hehe <3 and fluff!!!

word count: 631

author’s note: thank u for the request lovely, i hope u like it! ˙ᵕ˙

Melissa catches you staring at her five times. Each time her eyes meet yours, her lips curve up into a small smile, causing your heart to jump as you quickly avert your gaze. You know you should stop, but you just can’t help yourself; she’s so beautiful that it makes your chest ache. 

It’s the middle of lunchtime for your students when you hear a knock on your door. When you see the fiery red flame of Mel’s hair peek through the door, your breath catches in your throat. She steps in and shuts it softly behind her. 

“Hey. What’s been goin’ on with you today?” she asks, arms folded across her chest.

You furrow your brows with a frown, feigning innocence. “What?” 

“Don’t give me that. You know what I’m talking about.” 

“Mel—”

“If there’s something you wanna say to me, you can just say it, y’know,” she says, pursing her lips. “Don’t need to sugarcoat things for me. If it was something I did to make you upset, then I’m sorry—”

You shake your head. “No! It’s…” you sigh. “I can’t tell you.” 

Mel lets out a scoff. “Oh, okay. I see how it is. I’ll just leave you alone then—”

“Please don’t be like this,” you beg. “It’s not that I can’t tell you because I don’t want to. I can’t because…”

She narrows her eyes. “‘Cause why?” 

A lump forms in your throat. “Because I’m afraid,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Melissa takes a step toward you, her face softening at your admission. “Hon, you know you can tell me anything, right?” 

“I know, it’s just—this is different.” 

She frowns. “What’s so different about it?” 

“It’s different because… because you’re you, and I’m—well, me,” you say, huffing out a self-deprecating laugh. 

“You’re sayin’ that like it’s a bad thing,” Mel jokes softly. 

You put your head in your hands with your elbows resting on your desk, unable to look her in the eyes despite how many times she had caught you doing so today. “You don’t get it.” 

When you feel her fingers wrap around your wrists, your heart leaps into your throat. She gently pulls your hands down and places her fingers under your chin, tilting your head up to meet her gaze. “Hon, do you have a crush on me? Is that what this is all about?”

Your face burns. “God, am I really that obvious?” 

Melissa huffs out a laugh. “Well, y’know, maybe a little.” 

“I guess you would’ve found out sooner or later,” you sigh. “I just didn’t think it would be like this. So maybe we could just pretend this never happened and—”

“Whoa, hey. Who says we have to pretend like this never happened?” she asks, her eyes narrowing into slits.

You shrug, suddenly feeling small. “I mean, there’s no way you like me back, so to make it less awkward for both of us—”

“Why don’t you think I like you back?” Mel challenges.

Your eyes widen. “I just—I always thought—I’m so much younger than you, and… Well, it’s no question that you’re way out of my league—”

“Hon, you can’t just assume that’s the way I feel. I could care less about that stuff. And anyway, I think you’re the one that’s way out of my league,” she says, leaning onto your desk with her face inches away from yours. “Have you seen how hot you are?” 

Her question makes your jaw drop. “What?” you splutter.

She gives you a wink as she leans back to stand up straight. “You heard me. You’re cute when you’re flustered, by the way.” 

You stare after her as she leaves your classroom without another word, head spinning with the smell of her perfume still permeating the air around you.

[yvesssssssss]

HIIIII ! love your work could you please write something with natsuki having a cute gf but everytime he’s alone with her and they get freaky mafuyu interrupts

Unlucky in Love (Thanks to Mafuyu)

Thank you!! I hope you like it!!

Being Natsuki Seba’s girlfriend was an experience. He was cute, a little awkward, and way too serious about everything—especially when it came to you. And while he tried to act cool, it was obvious to anyone who paid attention that he was hopelessly in love.

Unfortunately, dating him came with one big, unavoidable problem.

Mafuyu Seba.

The little menace had an uncanny ability to appear at the worst possible times, usually when you and Natsuki were just about to get intimate.

And tonight was no different.

You were curled up on Natsuki’s lap in his dorm room, playing with the strands of his dark blue hair. He had been trying to help you study, but your “tutoring session” quickly derailed when you started kissing him.

At first, he tried to stay focused. “You have an exam soon,” he mumbled, his voice already breathless as you kissed down his jaw.

“I’ll pass if you give me good luck kisses,” you teased, batting your lashes at him.

His face turned pink. “You—” His voice hitched as your lips brushed over his throat.

That was all it took. Natsuki caved instantly, tilting his head so you could kiss him properly. His hands settled on your waist, fingers pressing just enough to keep you close.

And then—

BANG!

The door slammed open.

“Oi, Natsuki. Have you seen my—”

You yelped, nearly falling off his lap as Mafuyu strolled in like he owned the place.

Natsuki shot up, his face bright red. “GET OUT!”

Mafuyu blinked at the two of you. “Oh.” His eyes darted between your disheveled state and Natsuki’s flustered expression. Then he smirked. “Ohhh. My bad.”

“No, it’s not your bad—GET OUT!”

Mafuyu sighed dramatically. “Alright, alright, I’ll go. You guys are so sensitive.” He turned to leave but paused in the doorway. “By the way, the walls are kinda thin, so maybe keep it down next time?”

You buried your face in Natsuki’s shoulder in embarrassment.

Natsuki looked ready to commit murder.

The second attempt happened in the library.

You and Natsuki were sitting in a secluded corner, supposedly “studying.” But as usual, it didn’t take long before you were pressed against his chest, lips moving slowly against his.

His hand rested on your thigh, squeezing slightly as he deepened the kiss. You could feel his heart racing.

And then—

“Seriously? Here too?”

You froze.

Natsuki groaned, pulling away just enough to glare at the intruder. “Mafuyu.”

Mafuyu stood a few feet away, holding a book with a bored expression. “I don’t even try to catch you guys. It just keeps happening.”

You buried your face in your hands. Natsuki looked like he was about to explode.

Mafuyu sighed. “Well, don’t stop on my account.” He smirked. “Actually, yeah, do stop. Some of us actually use the library for studying.”

Natsuki threw an eraser at his head.

Third time’s the charm, right?

Wrong.

This time, Natsuki had taken you out on a late-night walk, hoping to avoid any interruptions. The air was crisp, the stars were bright, and you were tucked against his side, his arm around your shoulders.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You smiled. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s true.”

He leaned in, his lips barely brushing yours—

“Bro, do you guys ever catch a break?”

Natsuki physically flinched.

You gasped and turned, finding Mafuyu standing there with his hands in his pockets, looking far too amused.

Natsuki groaned. “I swear to God—”

Mafuyu shrugged. “Don’t blame me. Maybe you should try getting freaky somewhere I’m not.”

“Maybe you should mind your business!”

Mafuyu just grinned. “Nah, this is way more fun.”

You grabbed Natsuki’s hand before he could actually chase his brother down the street.

Honestly? At this point, you were pretty sure Mafuyu had a sixth sense for blocking any and all of Natsuki’s romantic moments.

But one day, one day, you were going to get uninterrupted alone time with your boyfriend.

…Hopefully.

Bonus: Mafuyu’s POV

Mafuyu snickered as he walked away, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Did he technically have to interrupt them all the time? No.

Was it funny as hell? Absolutely.

[batboysanonymous]

You Should Know

Azriel x Reader

Summary: She never asked him to read her mind, only to see her when she couldn’t bring herself to speak.

Based on the song: Signs by Tate McRae

"Okay, boy, that's some kinda crazy Thinkin' we're all good It's the opposite lately I know you're intelligent Just no rocket scientist So take all my silences And do your damn best to figure it out…”

She hadn’t meant to push him away.

But every silence became a wall, and every moment he didn’t push through it built another brick.

Y/n sat on the edge of the balcony, knees drawn up to her chest, the chill night air biting her skin, and stil, it didn’t hurt nearly as much as the silence between them.

He was inside. She could feel him there.

His shadows brushed at her consciousness, gentle, questioning.

She ignored them.

Not because she wanted to. But because it felt easier than trying to explain the weight pressing down on her ribs, on her throat, on everything.

Why couldn’t he just see her?

Azriel had always known when an enemy lied, when a mission was off by the flicker of an eye or the breath between words.

So why, why couldn’t he read her the same way?

Why couldn’t he tell that “I’m fine” meant “I’m crumbling and begging for you to hold me together.”

That “Go have fun, babe” meant “Please don’t leave me alone with my mind.”

That silence didn’t mean peace.

It meant drowning.

"Say I need space, don't look at the door I hate you means I need you more If I say, 'Go have fun, babe,' that's just short for you should Know me better, see the signs Shouldn't have to tell you or whatever, read my mind…”

He found her there, hours later, when the wind had turned sharp and cruel, and she still hadn’t moved.

“Y/n.”

His voice was soft, hesitant.

She didn’t turn.

Azriel exhaled behind her, the rustle of his wings a familiar whisper.

“I’ve been trying to give you space.”

A humorless laugh scraped from her throat.

Space.

Space was suffocating.

“You told me you needed it,” he went on, uncertain now. “After training. After Solstice. After…” He faltered.

She squeezed her eyes shut. He had been listening. Just to the wrong words.

“I meant the opposite,” she whispered.

He stilled.

“I meant,” she choked, “don’t leave me.”

"For god's sake, don't believe a word that I say I wanna touch on you all day Instead I'm pushin' you away So classic, assumin' you're telepathic…”

Azriel sat beside her. Not touching. Close enough that his shadows curled protectively around her ankles, her wrists, like they understood even if he didn’t.

“I don’t know how,” he admitted.

She bit her lip so hard it hurt. “I shouldn’t have to teach you.”

He flinched.

And Cauldron, she hated that she’d hurt him. But she couldn’t help it. The ache inside her was so loud it drowned out everything else.

“I thought…” His voice was hoarse. “I thought I was giving you what you asked for.”

“You were giving me the words,” she whispered. “Not the truth.”

She dragged her knees tighter to her chest, trying to hold herself together.

“I don’t need space, Azriel.” Her voice cracked. “I need you.”

"If I need your sex like quick Said somethin' and now I'm pissed It's like that or it's like this You should know, you should know…”

His hand hovered over hers.

“I thought you wanted to be alone.”

She shook her head violently. “I wanted you to fight me on it. I wanted you to stay.”

Her voice broke open then.

“I wanted you to look at me and know that every time I push you away, I’m begging you to pull me closer.”

Azriel’s breath shuddered out of him.

“I didn’t see it,” he rasped.

She laughed bitterly. “You see everything but me.”

Her heart splintered, the words too sharp, too ugly.

But they were true.

She had spent months, years, maybe—telling him with her silences, with her glances, with the trembling weight she couldn’t carry alone. And every time, he’d taken it at face value.

She didn’t want to spell it out for him.

She wanted him to love her enough to know.

"Know me better, see the signs Shouldn't have to tell you or whatever, read my mind…”

Azriel’s hand finally settled on hers.

“Y/n.” His voice was broken glass. “I don’t know how to love someone like that.”

She froze.

“I’m trying,” he whispered. “But all I know is reading enemies. Listening to lies. Looking for deception. I… I never learned how to see the truth in someone who won’t say it.”

She turned to him then, finally meeting his eyes.

“I don’t say it because I don’t think I deserve it.”

He went still.

And the dam broke.

“I don’t say it because I hate how needy I feel. I hate that I want you to fight for me when I can’t even fight for myself.” Her voice cracked apart. “I hate that I make everything difficult, and I know I do, and I know you deserve better than someone who makes you guess all the time.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks.

“But I can’t ask for it out loud,” she whispered. “Because if I do, it feels like weakness. Like I’m just… too much. And I keep waiting for you to get tired of guessing and stop trying.”

Azriel’s shadows wrapped around her then, cradling her. His hands cupped her face with a tenderness that undid her completely.

“Never,” he breathed.

She sobbed. “You say that now.”

“I say that forever.”

His lips pressed to her forehead, lingering there like a promise.

“I will learn,” he whispered. “I will learn your silences, Y/n. I will learn every look, every breath, every word you don’t say. I will make it second nature. I will read you the way I read the wind before a storm.”

Her breath shook.

“I just need you to stay long enough to let me figure it out,” he murmured.

Her heart cracked wide open.

“I want to.” Her voice was raw. “I just—I’m so tired of begging.”

“You don’t have to beg.”

He kissed her cheek, her temple, each touch reverent.

“I will see you. Even when you can’t see yourself.”

"Know me better See the signs If you love me, you should know me better…”

She let out a broken sound.

“I don’t want to be hard to love.”

“You’re not.”

She shook her head.

“You’re not,” he repeated fiercely. “You are complicated. And difficult. And stubborn. And so am I.”

He pulled back enough to meet her eyes.

“And I don’t want easy.”

Her breath caught.

“I want you.”

His forehead pressed to hers.

“All of you,” he whispered. “Even the parts that make me guess.”

She swallowed hard, tears slipping down her face.

“I hate that you didn’t know,” she whispered.

“I hate that I didn’t either.”

They sat there in silence, the night wrapping around them.

And then, softly:

“You can push me away all you want,” he murmured. “I will still reach for you.”

She let out a breathless laugh.

“I might bite.”

He smiled against her temple. “I’ll take the scars.”

"See the signs Read my mind Now I'm pissed…”

Later, much later, when they lay tangled in each other’s limbs, her cheek pressed to his bare chest, she whispered the words that had haunted her for so long.

“I’m scared I’ll always be too much.”

Azriel’s hand skimmed down her back.

“You’re just enough,” he said quietly.

“And when I say I hate you?” she murmured.

His chest rumbled with a soft chuckle. “I know you mean you need me more.”

She smiled into his skin.

“And when I tell you to leave me alone?”

“I’ll wrap you in my shadows instead.”

She tilted her head, meeting his gaze.

“And when I say I need space?”

He brushed his lips over hers.

“I won’t look at the door.”

"Know me better Know me better (see the signs) Know me better If you love me, you should know me better…”

She exhaled a shaky breath.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

He smiled softly.

“For what?”

“For seeing me.”

His eyes darkened with emotion.

“I’ll never stop.”

She let herself believe it.

And for the first time in a long time, the silence between them felt soft.

Not heavy.

Not drowning.

Just quiet.

And safe.

The kind of silence you could live inside.

The kind of silence where love didn’t have to be spoken to be known.

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[shaisuki]

I was reading the snowflakes on your shoulder and loveeeee the twist. It got me thinking Zayne would be the type of yandere who will turn your parents against you like.

Look at him. He is a successful, handsome doctor who took SUCH good care of you when you needed him the most, going overboard with it. Even AMD, you are going to leave him? After all lol he did for you? Is that what he deserves? Sure, he neglected you a bit before, but he is a busy man, so that doesn't count. What matters is he was there when you NEEDED him. Because he "loves" you and you alone it's so cruel you leave him right after that.

Lol I started rambling sorry but damn it I just love it so so so so much

— Please don't ever, ever apologize, I welcome this kind of thoughts/ramblings any time and greatly appreciates it that I won't mind y'all flooding my inbox.

The fact that he's undermining what he did to you in the past sums up his whole personality believing that it compensates for the things he'd done while you're recuperating. Did the whole “I'm your responsible, loving fiancé who took care of you.”

Your parents are totally convinced at his actions cause Zayne both assures them that's he's very capable of taking care of you and they didn't need to worry. Manipulates your parents that he is only the good choice for you.

Made you think that you're in the wrong and in no place to disagree which gives him the upper hand to have you all to himself. God forbid that you start showing signs of pregnancy cause he's not letting you out of his sight nor entertain the option of letting you go.

He's the least person you expected to act like that but he sure is capable.

[senawashere]

selam guzelim :3

i want a DI husband leon x female reader something mayhaps a domestic smut – okay okay now hear me out!! leon and reader had a kid (a girl bcz everybody is a sucker for girldad! leon please 😭) she’s like actively up to mischief + can’t stop making a mess in the house yes and finally leon says you should leave the kid with grandparents or something (it’s for the get rid of the kid project so that leon can take you out to dinner and eat you out afterwards) 🙂‍↕️

Just two of us.

Husband!Di!leon x wife!fem!reader

Summary: Leon needs some alone time with his wife,so why not call it a date?

Warnings: !SMUT! !MDI! Pure smut,piv,oral sex,mention of biting and blood,breeding kink,mentions of having kids.

A/n: @shinigamigloss bunu uzun suredir istedigini bildigim icin erken bayram hediyem olsun🫶🏻 thx for the request bby😽

It started with the sound of something crashing in the kitchen.

“Jesus Christ—” Leon groaned, throwing his head back against the couch. “That’s the third time today.”

You sighed, already knowing what—or rather, who—the culprit was. The same culprit who had somehow managed to spill an entire bowl of cereal that morning, scribble all over Leon’s mission reports with a red crayon, and nearly knock over the TV in her latest attempt to climb onto the console table. Your daughter. Your little hurricane of chaos wrapped up in pigtails and the sweetest damn smile that always made Leon fold like a deck of cards.

And right on cue, she came dashing into the living room, giggling, her tiny hands suspiciously covered in what looked like flour. “Mama! Daddy!” she chirped, her eyes sparkling with unfiltered delight. “I made a cake!”

Leon blinked. “You… what?”

Just as he spoke, the kitchen door swung open slightly wider, revealing an unholy mess of flour, eggs, and what you could only assume was an entire bag of sugar coating the countertops.

“Oh my God,” you breathed.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Leon muttered, rubbing a hand down his face in exasperation. “We need a break.”

You gave him a pointed look, already accustomed to his dramatic declarations of fatherhood fatigue. “Leon—”

“No, listen, babe.” He turned to you, dead serious. “Operation: Get Rid of the Kid.”

You snorted, but he wasn’t joking. “We send her to your parents for the weekend, let them get a taste of the little menace they helped create. And then…” His voice dipped lower, eyes darkening just slightly. “You and I go out. Just us.”

Your brows lifted, catching the shift in his tone immediately. “Oh?”

He smirked, already leaning closer, hands lazily tracing over your thigh. “Dinner first. I’ll even pull out the suit you like.”

“Mm, and after dinner?”

He hummed, pretending to think, but his fingers curled against your skin in a way that made heat pool low in your stomach. “I’d take you somewhere special. Have you to myself for once. No interruptions. And then…” His lips brushed against your ear, voice dropping to a slow, sinful murmur. “I’d take my time eating something way better than dinner.”

Your breath hitched.

A flour-covered hand suddenly smacked against Leon’s knee, making him jolt. “Daddy! Pay attention to meee!”

Leon shot you a look of pure suffering while you fought back laughter. Your daughter grinned up at him, completely oblivious to how she had just ruined what was about to be a very, very promising conversation.

“See?” he grumbled. “Grandparents. This weekend. If they can’t then i will beg Chris and Claire to babysit.”

You laughed, ruffling your daughter’s hair before shooting Leon a knowing look. “Fine. But you’d better make that dinner worth it.”

“Oh, I will.”

And something in the way he said it made you think you might not even make it to dinner at all.

—

Dropping your daughter off at your parents’ house was… an experience. She clung to your leg like a koala, her big eyes shining with betrayal.

“You’re leaving me?” she sniffled, her tiny lips wobbling.

Leon crouched to her level, smoothing down her hair. “Hey, you love Nana and Papa, don’t you?”

She pouted. “Yeah.”

“And they have cookies,” he added, smirking when she perked up slightly. “Way more than Mama lets you have.”

“Hey!” You smacked his arm playfully, but it worked. She hesitated, then let go of your leg to sprint toward her grandparents, already babbling about cookies.

Leon stood, exhaling in relief. “Alright, let’s go before she changes her mind.”

—

Back home, you slipped into a sleek white dress while Leon got ready in the bedroom. When he emerged in that navy suit, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve, you let out a low whistle.

“Well, don’t you clean up nice?”

His eyes dragged over you, pupils dilating. “Look who’s talking.” He stepped closer, voice husky. “Are we sure we have to go to dinner?”

You laughed, shoving his chest. “Yes, Leon. I’m hungry.”

“Me too but for something else.” he muttered, but you ignored the implication, grabbing his hand and leading him out the door.

—

Dinner was… perfect. A quiet, candlelit table, good wine, and Leon’s undivided attention. He leaned in as you spoke, fingers tracing idle circles on your wrist, the heat in his gaze only growing throughout the night.

By the time dessert was served, he was barely listening. His hand had moved to your thigh under the table, squeezing just enough to send a message.

“Leon,” you warned.

He just smirked, voice low. “Check, please.”

—

As the valet took the keys to their sleek, black sedan, Leon turned to Y/n, his eyes hidden behind a pair of aviator sunglasses. "Ready, darling?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. Y/n nodded, her heart fluttering as she took in the magnificence of the luxurious hotel where they would spend the whole night. The building was a masterpiece of modern architecture, all glass and steel, reflecting the vibrant cityscape.

The lobby was a bustling hive of activity, but Leon navigated through the crowd with ease, his hand resting possessively on the small of Y/n's back. You could feel the heat of his touch through the thin fabric of your silk dress, a promise of what was to come. As you approached the reception desk, you admired the grandeur of the atrium, the classical music wafting from the grand piano in the corner, and the unmistakable scent of fresh roses that filled the air.

Leon checked you in, his voice a low rumble as he spoke to the receptionist. You watched as the young woman behind the desk batted her eyelashes at him, her smile a little too wide. You felt a pang of jealousy but suppressed it, knowing that Leon only had eyes for you. As if sensing your thoughts, Leon turned and winked at you, his smirk deepening.

"I've booked the honeymoon suite for us," Leon said as you stepped into the elevator, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. Your eyes widened in surprise. The honeymoon suite held memories of your passionate past, of the first time you both had escaped from the world, losing yourself in each other's embrace. You felt a familiar heat stirring in her belly, her breath hitching slightly.

As the elevator ascended, Leon turned to face you fully, his sunglasses now tucked into the collar of his shirt. His eyes, a piercing blue, bored into yours with an intensity that made your knees weak. He backed you against the wall of the elevator, his hands gripping her hips, his thumbs tracing circles on your skin.

"Do you remember, Y/n?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "Do you remember how I made you scream my name in that suite?"

Your breath hitched again, your body responding to his words, his touch. You nodded, your eyes never leaving his. "Yes," you whispered. "I remember."

Leon's hands moved from your hips, sliding up your body, his thumbs grazing the sides of her breasts. Your nipples hardened, straining against the lace of your bra. Leon's eyes flicked down, noticing the reaction, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

The elevator pinged, announcing their arrival at their floor. Leon stepped back, adjusting his shirt, a casual gesture that belied the hungry look in his eyes. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself as you stepped out of the elevator.

As they walked down the hall, Leon's hand returned to the small of your back, his fingers splayed possessively. A group of men, clearly on a business trip, passed them, their eyes lingering on you a little too long. Leon's grip tightened, his body tensing slightly. He turned to the men, a cold look in his eyes.

"Gentlemen," he said, his voice a low growl. "I suggest you keep your eyes to yourselves. This one's taken."

The men quickly averted their gazes, murmuring apologies as they hurried past. You looked up at Leon, a mixture of surprise and arousal coursing through you. You loved this side of him, the possessive men who would do anything to protect what was his.

As you entered the honeymoon suite, You gasped at the sheer opulence of it. The room was decorated in shades of gold and cream, a massive four-poster bed taking center stage. The bed was draped in luxurious silk sheets, a chilled bottle of champagne sitting in a bucket of ice nearby.

Leon came up behind you, his arms wrapping around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. "What do you think, darling?" he murmured, his breath hot on your ear.

You leaned back against him, your body molding to his. "It's perfect, Leon," you whispered. "Just like our first time."

Leon's hands began to roam, his fingers deftly unbuttoning the back of your dress. "And just like our first time," he growled, "I'm going to make you scream my name, my love. I'm going to make you beg for more."

Your dress fell open, revealing your lace-clad breasts, her nipples already hard and aching. Leon's hands cupped them, his thumbs circling the sensitive peaks. You moaned, head falling back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed.

Leon's mouth was on your neck, his teeth nipping at the skin, his tongue soothing the sting. His hands left your breasts, sliding down your body, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your lace panties. He pushed them down, his knuckles brushing against your mound.

You stepped out of your panties, kicking them aside. Leon's fingers returned to you, parting your folds, his thumb circling your clit. You gasped,hips bucking against his hand. You could feel his erection, hard and insistent, pressing against your ass.

Leon's fingers plunged into you, his thumb keeping a steady rhythm on your clit. Your body was on fire, your breath coming in short gasps, your hips moving in time with his thrusts. You could feel orgasm building, your body tensing, your inner muscles clenching around his fingers.

"Leon," you gasped, hands gripping his arms, her nails digging into his skin. "Oh god, Leon, I'm going to come."

Leon's teeth bit down on your shoulder, the sudden pain sending you over the edge. You screamed his name, body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over you. Leon's fingers slowed, his thumb circling your clit gently as you rode out your orgasm.

As your breathing returned to normal, Leon spun you around, his mouth crashing down on yours. You could taste the blood on his lips, but you didn't care. You wanted him, all of him, the good and the bad, the sweet and the savage. That's the proof of the ring on your finger.

Leon's hands were on your ass, lifting you, your legs wrapping around his waist. He carried you to the bed, laying you down gently, his body covering yours. His cock was hard against you, and you could feel the cool metal of his zipper pressing into your skin.

Your hands fumbled with his belt, your fingers clumsy in your haste. Leon chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. He batted your hands away, undoing his belt and zipper with practiced ease. He pushed his pants and boxer down, his cock springing free, hard and ready.

Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of him. As if you haven’t seen him. He was huge, his cock thick and long, the head already glistening with pre-cum. You reached out, your fingers wrapping around him, thumb smearing the bead of moisture over the sensitive tip.

Leon's hips jerked, a growl tearing from his throat. "Fuck, baby," he rasped. "If you keep doing that, I won't last long."

You smiled, a wicked glint in your eyes. "Then don't last," you said, voice a sultry purr. "Come for me, Leon. Come all over me."

Leon's eyes darkened, a feral look crossing his face. He straddled you, his cock in his hand, his strokes fast and hard. You watched, body aching with need, pussy clenching with anticipation. Playing with your titts as you look at him with doe eyes.

With a roar, Leon came, his hot seed spurting onto Your stomach,breasts, neck. You gasped at the feel of it, the hot, sticky mess a testament to his desire for you. Leon's body shuddered, the last of his orgasm wracking through him.

As his breathing returned to normal, Leon looked down at you, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "Your turn, darling," he growled, his hands sliding up your body, smearing his cum into your skin.

Your body arched into his touch, breath hitching as his fingers found your nipples, pinching and twisting them. Leon's mouth followed, his tongue lapping at the sensitive peaks, his teeth nipping and biting.

Leon's mouth trailed down your body, his tongue licking up the remnants of his cum. He settled between your legs, his shoulders pushing your thighs wide. You looked down at him, your eyes meeting his, a silent challenge passing between you both.

Leon's tongue flicked out, a quick, teasing lick against your clit. Your hips bucked, a gasp escaping from your lips. Leon's hands gripped your hips, holding her still as his tongue began to work in earnest. He licked and sucked, his teeth grazing against sensitive bud, his tongue plunging into your pussy.

Your body was on fire, breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Your hands fisted in the silk sheets, head thrashing from side to side. You could feel the orgasm building, your body tensing,inner muscles clenching.

Leon's tongue moved faster, his sucks became harder, his teeth grazing against you with just the right amount of pressure. You screamed his name as you came, body convulsing, hips bucking against his mouth.

Leon rode out your orgasm, his tongue lapping at your pussy gently, his hands soothing your trembling body. As your breathing returned to normal, Leon moved up your body, his cock once again hard and ready.

He positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes meeting yours. "Are you ready, darling?" he murmured, his voice a low growl.

You nodded,body aching with need. "Yes," you whispered. "Fuck me, Leon. Make me a mama one more time,please."

With a growl, Leon thrust into her, his cock filling her completely. “Fuck,darling. Are you sure?”

With your nod he thrusted fast and hard. You gasped, your body stretching to accommodate him. Leon's hips began to move, his thrusts slow and steady but deep enough so his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside you that made you see stars.

Your hips moved in time with his, your bodies moving in sync, breaths mingling, moans and skin slapping sound filling the air. Leon's thrusts became harder, faster, his body slamming into yours, his cock hitting your G-spot with every thrust. “Yes yes yes! Like that baby!”

You could feel your orgasm building, body tensing, legs trembling around his waist. Leon's body was tense above yours, his breath coming in short gasps, his hips moving erratically. “I’m coming baby. Gonna make you mama again. Fuck!”

With a roar, Leon came, his hot seed spilling into your, his cock pulsing with his release. The feel of him coming inside you sent you over the edge, body convulsing as your own orgasm tore through you. “Oh my god!”

Leon collapsed on top of you, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in short gasps. Your arms wrapped around him, holding him close, your body sated and content.

As both of your breathing returned to normal, Leon rolled off you, pulling you into his arms. Still inside of you. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"I love you so much, darling," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "You gonna make me a daddy again?”

You snuggled closer to him, a contented sigh escaping your lips. You couldn't wait to see what else he had in store for you. But for now, you were happy to lay here in his arms, your body sated, her heart full,belly full of his seed.

As you both lay there, the sound of your breaths filling the air, the world outside faded away. It was just the two of you, lost in each other, lost in love. When Leon got up to clean you up,you thought to ourself. And you knew, no matter what happened, no matter where they went, as long as they were together, they could face anything.

And as you drifted off to sleep, safe and warm in Leon's arms, you knew that this was just the beginning of their new journey. A journey filled with love, laughter, and a whole lot of passion. And she couldn't wait to see where it would take them.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“İmpossible.”

—

The morning after, you stirred to the feeling of strong arms wrapped around you, Leon’s chest warm against your back. His lips ghosted over your shoulder.

“Morning, beautiful,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.

You hummed, shifting slightly. “Mmm. We should do this more often.”

He chuckled, squeezing your waist. “Agreed.”

Then his phone buzzed. A message from your parents.

Leon read it and groaned. “She woke them up at six a.m. demanding pancakes. We’re definitely getting payback for that one.”

You laughed, rolling over to press a kiss to his jaw. “Until then… how about we enjoy the peace and quiet a little longer?”

He smirked, flipping you onto your back. “Oh, I plan to.”

And by the look in his eyes, round two was definitely happening.

---

Oh ma gawd i missed writing 😔

Taglist: @shinigamigloss @eternalsams

[alessoningrief]

The watchful eyes of the IPC span across the universe, and so Sigonia could not escape.

He found the tape in a tiny corner in the vast database of the Technology Department. It was not an easy task, given that million, billion, trillion surveillance data are currently being kept and updated every single second within the company. In the end, it took him years of tireless searching and god knows how much credit points just to be able to locate the tape covering Sigonia in the specific time frame that he wanted, and even then, the only thing he can only see is a small dot at the intersection of the universe.

Sigonia is nowhere as technologically developed, nor does it have economic importance as many other planets. In the surveillance tape, situated so far away in space, all that shows up is a tiny, blinking light, the only photographic evidence of lives existing before the establishment of the Sovereignty, before the Extinction, before the beginning of the end.

And yet he could not look away. And yet, right here, right now, in front of him, on this small screen glowing blue in the night, everyone that he knew and loves is still alive.

Look! They are dancing, and the auntie who lives two houses down is calling for her son to get home, her voice drawn out, lilting, and the boy who lives right at the base the second highest hill is happily munching on the cookie he sneaks from his father's bag.

And look - there is his sister, she is smiling, she is singing, she is dancing, she is saying, "Come, Kakavasha, if you don't hurry up, dinner is going to get cold," and he is so cold, big sister, I am so cold, why did you leave me behind, why did you leave me alone, why didn't you take me with you, big sister, I'm so scared, is it because I am a bad child? I promise I will be good, I promise I will be nice, I promise I will not make you sad, please, big sister, please. Please.

Please.

[peachlit]

so many people have told me to get a restraining order on my ex….

[vaguely-concerned]

just had the thought 'in the end the most important thing varric taught rook was how to make a home for, with, and in other people' and then I had to go lie down on the floor and clutch at my head in unceasing agony for a few hours, as you may well imagine. hawke and the kirkwall crew........ in the end you kind of saved the world a bit in the most characteristically indirect and chaotic of ways. not by anything in particular that you did or achieved or accomplished (lmao imagine!), but just by -- having existed, and by the love that was always there, despite it all, in all its imperfections, even when no one was saved by it in the end. you're not here right now and you're not quite haunting the narrative but I hear your voices bickering and arguing and laughing from the other room. (and so, I think, does varric. all the time.)

'did you think you mattered, hawke? did you think anything you ever did mattered?' yeah actually, varric says with da2 and keeps saying through the series. you were here. and I loved you. and as it turns out that mattered more than almost anything in the world, no matter how long it lasted or how fucked up it was at the time or what else happens, because varric manages to pass that feeling, that intangible... home, that echo of you all as you were together, that love, hopefully the best parts of it, on to someone else for them to bring with them on their journey, with their family. and maybe the world will be kinder this time. you never know. merrill's line of 'Everything affects everything. We were born, a bunch of things happened, and now we're in a mess with our friends.' varric's greatest fear of becoming his parents. even through the wreck and the ruin of the world, ghosts upon ghosts upon ghosts of love -- malcolm hawke, who we never even see, but his life touched hawke's and hawke's touched varric's and varric's touched rook's and rook is passing it on to the family they're creating. the unbroken legacy of love shines through in ways that are stronger and stranger than any magic. help

[impostorsshow]

I'm actually so obsessed with him it's not even funny if i'm not listening to a TikTok or music directly related to him I can't focus free me free me

This is @/cherubpuppet's OC for a object show [au? pitch? wip show? How do I categorize this] and I've been destroyed by the fact that ruler art is infinitely superior [and 10x longer] and i don't have a good enough grasp on lip gloss's personality to make fanfiction so I am frozen in "want make fanart but fanart takes effort :["

[crossbackpoke-check]

the deweys photos are from this video: https://youtu.be/5xTwJho44ao?si=bPw8MZZ327lCogVZ aren’t they just everything

kissing you and the minnesota wild official media team (with consent) full on the mouth, THANK YOU THIS VIDEO IS EVERYTHING 🥰🥰 i have seen pieces of it before i think (connor petting a shark 🥹) but the entire video start to finish is such a delight, 10/10 would recommend

[tenwhiteandalusians]

and then no one said anything about the fact that if i watched ONE MORE episode tenax pulls a "i'm not angry i'm just disappointed i'm hurt" about scorpus signing with the white faction.