#steal and i'll eat your knees

[thatonedogart]

I have returning x men brain rot! Enjoy the Kurt sketch I popped outta the dome last night

Expect more x men doodles hopefully soon

[magicdustsworld]

Would you believe if I say husband!Caleb is petty?

You've been in a pretty bad mood since this morning and all of your anger is targeted at him. However, rather than blowing up and taking the whole Linkon city down with you—you are hell bent on giving him the cold shoulder.

Caleb has tried everything in order to weasel back into your good graces; but you seem to not budge at all. Therefore, he does what any responsible, mature husband would do.

He tightens every single jar in the kitchen and places them in the highest rack.

It doesn't take long for the inevitable to occur. Sooner than he predicted, he hears the sound of your frustrated grumble floating from the kitchen. Barely hiding the conceit blooming in his chest, he strolls towards the damsel in distress—you.

"Fuck this," you curse under your breath, trying to twist the lid of pasta sauce jar with all your might.

No luck.

Caleb leans on the door, folding his arms over his chest and one of the most condescending smirks lines his lips. Watching as your expression shifts from stubborn determination to murderous rage in a matter of seconds.

"Got a problem, pipsqueak?"

You freeze for a second. The next, you whip around—death burning in your eyes. "You—" inhaling a sharp breath, voice deceptively low. "You did this on purpose."

Rather than admitting, he lifts a brow, "Did what? Store things out of your adorable little reach? That's just called good kitchen organization."

The corner of your lip curls down into a sneer—blood curdling in your veins. Stomping over to him, you thrust the jar to his chest, "Open it."

For all what Caleb is, he does take the jar from you but makes no effort to open it. Instead, he tilts his head, "No apology?"

"For what?"

"For freezing me the whole morning?" He says, tapping the lid. "You want me to do something then you gotta play nice, pipsqueak."

Again with that nickname...

Your fingers twitch, like you are considering the possibility of smacking some sense into him but choose against it. It is clear that he is enjoying this game he is playing—seeking out ways to prove just how dependent you are on him regarding everyday things. And although you don't want to ask for his help, you have little choice in the matter. Besides, with the way he is looking at you presently, the reason as to why you were mad at him is suddenly lost.

Taking a controlled deep breath, you school your expression into the most fake smile ever and say through gritted teeth, "My insufferable, dearest husband, will you please open the jar for me?"

Caleb grins, twisting the lid off with ease; an act which leaves you infuriated rather than impressed. "See? That wasn't so hard now, was it?"

Instantly you snatch it back, whispering something incomprehensible under your breath although Caleb catches the wisp of a word like jar opener. However, before you can walk away, your husband reaches for your wrist, tugging you back.

"Next time you are mad at me..." He pauses, weighing his next words carefully, "...just say so, hmm?"

With that, he seals his request with a chaste kiss to your forehead.

Your heartbeat seems to have increased by a mile—thumping inside your ribcage so hard that you can hear it. A heat spread over your cheek and ears. You let out a huff to shroud the fluster in your being.

"Next time, I am poisoning your food."

To which, Caleb laughs—that stupidly annoying laughter that makes you weak in your knees—before stealing another kiss on your lips.

"Then I'll just have to eat it, pipsqueak."

I've recently played lnds and I am obsessed with it 🥹

[nochepsicodelica]

NSFW

"What are you doing? It's two in the morning, doll," Toji's voice drawls out, sleep morphing his voice into something quiet and gravelly.

You pause the show you have playing on your phone and look up at Toji, who's leaning against the dining room entryway. He has two random clumps of his hair sticking out, his eyes are slightly puffy with sleep, and there's this pout on his face that just pieces it all together.

"I woke up and wanted something sweet. I had a bite of cake and an orange. Well, two oranges," you say, giving him a glimpse of the progress you've made on the second one. He hums and goes quiet, groggily watching you continue to eat the fruit. "Go back to sleep, baby," you coo. "I'll head back in a few minutes."

"Come back, now. I'm tired," Toji says, crossing his arms over his chest. He really looks like the grumpiest of bears.

You chuckle at the almost whiny sound in his voice. "Five minutes."

"No. Too long."

"Three minutes?" You counteroffer.

Toji shakes his head. "No, baby. Now."

"But..." you hold up your remaining two pieces of orange.

"Finish up. I'm waiting on you."

You sigh and stuff the two pieces of orange in your mouth, before standing up to wash your hands.

You follow behind Toji as he leads you through the dark hallway, back to the bedroom. He waits for you to walk in before shutting the door and joining you on his side of the bed. Immediately, he tries to steal all your warmth, because the sheets and the blanket feel cold on his naked torso and his legs. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and throws an arm over your chest, while his legs trap one of yours between them. He's all consuming.

"Why'd you get out of bed?" You murmur, stroking the back of his head. Toji lets out a quiet grunt, falling silent, again, after. You smile and stop talking so that he can go back to sleep. You bring your phone up and start scrolling through your socials, only to earn another quiet, but more disapproving grunt. "Sorry," your whisper, turning down the brightness of your screen.

"Turn it off, ma. It's too early for you to be awake," Toji chides.

"But I can't go back to sleep. I'm not tired," you explain.

"I can put you down. Just turn it off, alright?"

You sigh, defeatedly, and turn your screen off, before setting it on your nightstand.

"Turn onto your side," Toji tiredly mumbles, instructing you so that he can turn as well and spoon you. His arm goes over your waist and below your shirt to caress the bare skin of your tummy. His thumb slowly strokes your soft skin, moving back and forth in a soothing manner. "Relax," he says, coaxing a relieved sigh out of you. "There you go. You've got sugar in your system, now, ma. It might take a little longer to get you to sleep."

"Sorry," you mumble into your pillow. Your eyes don't feel heavy and you don't feel the least bit sluggish. It always feels nice to have Toji rub your tummy, and this method of getting you to sleep is ninety-nine point nine percent effective, the point one percent being this time.

"I don't think me rubbing your stomach is gonna save you this time," Toji says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. He gets a quiet, disappointed sigh from you, followed by silence. He doesn't want you to feel bad. You're not the first person ever to wake up craving something so badly that it doesn't let you stay asleep, and tummy rubs aren't the only method he uses to help you get to sleep. "Want me to go down there and make it all better?" He murmurs.

"You need to sleep, too," you say, considering his own tiredness.

"I'll sleep just fine without you tossing and turning all night. Let me help you."

So, you do. You let him go under the blanket and pull your shorts and underwear down, both in one go. You feel his lips on your thighs, slowly making their way towards the part of you that very quickly grew needy, and once his tongue makes contact with you, your first instinct is to bend your knees and plant your feet on the mattress.

"Relax, baby," Toji says, under the blanket. His hands push on your thighs so that your legs go down, again. "Don't tense up too much. We're getting you to sleep, 'kay?"

"Sorry," you mumble, shutting your eyes to allow yourself to focus on the way Toji's mouth works on you. His hands stay on your thighs and rub your skin, soothingly, with the same gentleness he uses for the tummy rubs he gives you.

All that can be heard as Toji builds you up through the quietness of the night, are your soft breaths and the rustling of sheets, as you squirm and slightly arch off the bed. His tongue offers gentle licks to your clit, before he envelops the sensitive bud with his lips and starts suckling on it. Every time your legs go up, he hums against your cunt and pushes them back down, and it keeps going this way until he's had enough. You don't listen and he's corrected you multiple times, so he had to resort to locking your thighs in place with his arms.

"T-Toji," you whimper out, writhing under him and the relentlessness flicking of his tongue. "Please- Please?"

"Shh... I know, baby," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your cunt, before continuing.

Your legs are quivering and it's so hard to lie still when you've been edged and denied of your orgasm three times, now—all work done by solely his mouth. His soft, warm tongue has been lapping at you for long enough to have thin strings of your arousal and his saliva connecting you to him, even for a mere second, before those strings snap.

It doesn't take much more than Toji sucking on your over sensitive clit for a couple seconds, for you to finally get that powerful orgasm you've been grasping, but never fully reaching. Your toes curl, your hips roll against the mattress as your back arches off the bed, and you gasp sharply, a sound that leads the rest of your sounds of pleasure out, as Toji helps you ride out the sensation. While, normally, he would be a little mean and overstimulate you, even just the slightest bit, he opts out of it, this time, because the purpose of this from the start was to get you to sleep, and based off the sounds you made, Toji knows you're going to sleep so good.

Once you've calmed down, your breathing steadied and your body still on the bed—now entirely relaxed—Toji cleans you up with his tongue. Slow, gentle strokes, because despite this act of kindness being for you to achieve rest, he can't—doesn't want to—waste your sweet essence.

When he's done, he slides your underwear back on and uses your shorts to wipe his face, before tossing them somewhere behind him on the bed. Toji peeks out from under the blanket and takes in your peaceful expression. Your eyes are shut, not a crease in your brows, and your breaths come softly through your nose. This is it.

He tries to be as careful as possible when crawling back up to his side of the bed, not wanting to wake you up after just getting you to sleep. It seems like the coast is clear when his head hits his pillow and he carefully shifts so that he can watch you until he falls asleep. Then, he sees you stir and he starts thinking that maybe the orgasm didn't fully wear you out, but just left you dazed. He doesn't say anything when you briefly open your eyes to look at him, but when you lean in to leave a chaste kiss on his lips, he's furthermore silenced. Immediately after, you bury your face in his chest and doze off for sure, this time. Toji coils around you and instantly returns to his all consuming way of sleeping with you.

[aly4khq]

when pussyeater!caleb w a stubble comes to play:

"Please...caleb please! No moree!—"

Your voice was slowly going, tired from screaming and moaning from the overwhelming pleasure that Caleb's tongue was giving you. Your hands bound by a heavy, invisible force, up above your head, your fist scratching against the wall behind you.

Meanwhile, Caleb's mouth was coated in the results your multiple orgasms, his stubble scratching agaisnt your pussy properly. Now if there was anything that Caleb loved to eat, it was you. He was the chef of the house, and you always ate what he made with no refusal, complimenting his work.

He can make lasagna, xiàolongbao, 5 star meals. And you help him sometimes, baking and cooking. Yet his favourite meal is something you make in between your legs. The scent too strong for him to ignore whenever you two ever get in bed, his hands grasping at your thighs.

A dildo, his mouth, his fingers, his dick—no matter what it is, Caleb has to have a one-on-one moment with your pussy. And if you struggle? No problem, he'll tie you up, use his own hands or his evol. Just how it is now.

"One—" he said in between kisses, "—more..." Caleb sucking on your pussy, his tongue swirling around your hole. His lips making out with your soaked folds, you could feel his beard rubbing agaisnt you, making the sensation even more sensitive than it is. Caleb continued to latch onto your cunt, slurping up your juices and moaning into your cunt. His eyebrows furrowed as he savours his dinner, eyes shut in ecstasy.

He realised himself with a small pop! panting, his hands molding your thighs like they were play dough.

'Oh gosh, it's too much to handle, his tongue was too much, his hands, his stupid beard!— every fucking thing was too much! A break— please just one break—'

"Hey hey," With a small swat to your hip, he looked at you from his knees. "There you are. You okay baby? Zoned out on me for a little." Caleb readjusted his position, sitting up straight. With a slurred voice, you replied, humming, "...m'okay...i'm done, i don't have anymore for your–needy mouth.."

Caleb's eyebrow rose, his head tilting as he pretending to think deeply, "Hm..."

You looked down, noticing his hand creeping back down to your thighs, pulling you up the chair so you're not uncomfortable. "How about...we make a deal?"

"...Calebbb..."

"It's not that bad, just oneeee more. Please? I'll be gentle, you can do it pop-squeak, i believe in you." He kissed your inner thigh, gently rubbing your skin with his thumbs.

"That's unfair..." A pout appeared on our lips as you felt that heavy force finally release your hands. Caleb holding your arms as he massages any sort of ache that you might have. "Okay, how about I'll make you anything you want baby if you let me finish my own meal. Deal?"

With a reluctant gaze, you nodded, "Deal..."

That was the best, worst and last deal you ever made with Caleb.

a/n: just a little thing i thought of when eating dinner today

don't steal @aly4khq's work

date made: 21/02/25

[kazumist]

no idea what the hell your relationship with him is in this but i thought that the idea of caleb randomly proposing to you with some leftover spaghetti sauce by the corner of his lip on a random thursday would be funny.

you and caleb have this weird thing where you’d pretend to be a couple whenever there’s a couple discount going on.

it doesn’t matter where it is. be it some lowkey cafe, a good restaurant, or even a department store—you’ll be calling up caleb to join you for the discount. and right now, there is a couple discount going on in a new cafe that you wanted to visit. 

they were offering fifty percent off as long as you’re with your boyfriend or girlfriend! why wouldn’t you take up on that offer? you had to drag caleb to it.

“why are we here again, pips?” caleb asks as you pull him to the cafe. “because there is a couple discount going on where everything is fifty percent off as long as they’re with their partner!” you answer him, not looking back. “and you chose me because...?”  he trails off. you stop in your tracks.

“uh.. because why not? don’t act like this is anything new to you, caleb.”

“are you sure it isn’t because you couldn’t ask anyone else?” you gave him a playful glare in return. “do you want me to ask someone else then?” you ask him back. caleb seems to have shut up at that.

reaching the cafe, you two found yourselves a seat. you timed your arrival at the place perfectly, choosing a slow hour to enjoy their discount offer. “may i take your order?” the waitress asks as she approaches your table. before your order could leave your lips, caleb beats you to it.

“one strawberry cheesecake for the lady and i'll have...  a latte will do.”

“well, today is your lucky day, sir! we just have a 50% discount for couples who order here today.”

“really now? how lucky of us indeed.” caleb steals a glance at you. it was quick. a teasing glint in his eyes. unnoticeable to the waitress. but you saw it as soon as he shifted his gaze back at the waitress until she left your table to send your orders to the counter.

“how did you know that i wanted to try their strawberry shortcake?” you asked him. “i saw you staring at it a little longer compared to others and took a wild guess. i got it right, didn’t i?”

“always so observant.”

“only for you, pipsqueak.”

-

the next time you two went out for another couples discount going around, you were stunned.

caleb was the one who invited you to eat out today. and this time it was in a restaurant. as the two of you were enjoying your meal in peace, caleb suddenly got on one knee with a paper ring hidden in his palm and started spewing the most nonsensical wedding proposal monologue you ever heard.

“fun fact: i have always loved you. having the privilege to stand by your side as we grew up together was the biggest blessing that i could ever receive in my life. and i don’t think that being just your boyfriend isn’t gonna be enough for me as time goes on. so, will you continue to be my best friend forever and marry me, pips?”

what the actual fuck is going on?

you weren’t even aware that there was a discount going on in the first place! but when caleb shoots you a smooth wink, you knew you had to act your part. with a famous cliche of saying yes! a thousand times yes! you put a palm on your mouth for the extra effect of showing how “shocked” you were.

once you two left the place, you elbowed caleb by his side. “ow! what was that for!” you huff at him. “that was for you being insane for pulling up that stunt earlier.”

“but i was serious about that though.”

“what?!”

[mischievousmoony]

Omg I love ur James fics. You think you could do one where reader finally feels comfortable getting drunk while going out with their group because she knows James is there to take care of her. Ur drunk reader x James interactions are too cute. I feel like I always have a hard time letting go cause I’m afraid I’ll need to take care of my other friends haha. Love your work!

thank u love! i have fun writing them, i just know james would be so caring! ps thank you for being patient ik this request came in a while ago

𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍

⟢ james potter x fem!reader ⊹ 1.0k ⟢ warnings/tags: intoxication (i think that’s it but lmk if i missed any pls)

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"But what if Sirius tries to get a new tattoo again?" you ask, twisting back and forth with a steady squeak, squeak, squeak of your barstool.

James clasps his hand on your shoulder, turning you one last time to face him. "Remus is watching him."

"What if Marlene tries to go on another one of her adventures?"

Marlene has a knack for getting herself into precarious situations when she gets drunk, which she likes to call her “little adventures.” Usually, this means going home with a stranger, whether it’s for a hookup or to steal their lightbulbs because they looked at her wrong.

"Lily’s got her.”

"What if I do something stupid?" you ask, now swinging your legs. The nerves eating away at you just won’t let you sit still.

James puts his other hand on your knee, soothing you with a gentle squeeze. "I'm watching you," he says. After thinking it over for a moment, he adds, “And I don't think you'll do anything stupid. Even if you do, I'll do something more stupid so that nobody notices."

This earns him a giggle from you, and he’s happy to see you smiling. He picks up your glass, which is now covered in beads of water, plenty of time having passed for condensation to run its course. He dries what he can with a napkin because he knows you hate when the droplets land in your lap.

You once asked him why it happened, even though you knew the answer. He simply told you it was science.

“Science is stupid,” you had said, eyes fixating on several small spots of water soaking into your jeans.

Now, James wraps your glasses with napkins. He holds out your drink, a black napkin enveloped around it, as he asks, “You want to do this, right?”

You peek into the glass and watch the dwindling ice cubes swirl around in a vodka cran; a drink that James had called “beginner friendly.”

“Yeah,” you answer shyly.

James frowns. “It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind.”

You chew your bottom lip, thinking it over. A part of you wants to forget it, but another part of you knows you’d be disappointed in yourself for chickening out again.

You wrap your hand around the glass, cringing at the squish of the soggy napkin beneath your fingertips. You don’t know what’s worse: this feeling or the water dripping all over you. But James’ attempts to help make you feel warm inside, so you don’t complain.

“No, I still want to do this.”

“Then I’m here for you. Promise.” James gives your knee another squeeze.

You cast a look toward your friends. For years, you've nominated yourself as the designated driver. Or you've claimed to have early morning obligations. You've always felt better knowing someone sober was around to deliver plenty of water and carb-rich snacks to your incapacitated friends.

That was your excuse, anyway. Not that it isn't one of your concerns, but truthfully, something about drinking makes you feel uneasy. You always knew your friends were safe because you've been there, ready to hold back anyone's hair or stray them away from bad decisions. If you drank too, how could you be sure your friends would have someone to depend on? How could you be sure you would have someone to depend on?

Then, you started dating James, and you found a level of trust you never knew was possible. You know you can depend on him for anything.

When you admitted to him why you never drink when you go out, he swore up and down that he would be there for you.

Remembering his promise summons a wave of courage. You shoot James a nervous smile, and take your first sip, scrunching your nose as it burns your tongue.

"This is kind of gross."

James barks a laugh, "We can try to find something you'd like better next round. That is, if you decide to have another."

Feeling brave, you do have another. That's when you discovered something called the Cosmic Lemon Fizz; a drink that sparkles with edible glitter and manages to be blue, green, and yellow all at once. You laughed when you saw it, not knowing how in for it you were.

"Jamie!" you exclaim after taking a sip of your third Cosmic Lemon Fizz. "This tastes like happy feels!" you gasp as if the thought had just occurred to you, despite this being the fourth time you tell him.

"I bet it does!" James cheers. His eyes wrinkle in the corners as he beams at you.

"You should try one!" you declare, and immediately try to flag over the bartender.

James smoothly takes your hand, stopping you as he says, "No can do. Made a promise to a pretty girl that I wouldn't have a drop tonight."

You whip your head around. "Who!?" you ask, eyes wide.

"Who do you think, pretty girl," he says, poking you in the side.

Giggles escape you and you swat his hand away. He doesn't go far, lifting his arm to brush some stray hairs out of your face. His hand lingers on the side of your face, soothing the pad of his thumb against your cheek.

You lean into his touch, gazing up at him with an affectionate glaze in your eyes; a look that gives him butterflies.

"Wowww," you say dreamily. "You're handsome."

James feels his heart flip in his chest. "Thank you, love," he says, a soft smile playing at his lips.

"Hey," Sirius says, appearing out of nowhere as he lazily throws an arm over your shoulders, "How's it going over here?"

While you're distracted with Sirius, James waves over the bartender and replaces your drink with water. The next time you reach for your glass, you hesitate.

"Where's my cosmo magic fizzy thingy?" you ask, an eyebrow raised as you glance at James.

"You must've finished it," he shrugs, acting clueless.

"That's like the oldest trick in the book. You replaced it with water and now you're trying to be sneaky!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," James feigns innocence.

You giggle, bringing the straw to your lips. "I knew you'd take care of me. I love you," you say, happily sipping your water.

James feels another eye-wrinkling smile break out on his face. "I love you too, pretty girl."

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[wondersinwaynemanor]

the Wayne kids would definitely wear something from their partners without them knowing. or they just forgot because they're so into it.

[a bit long as this is for each Wayne kid]

~

Dick, enters the movie room at the Manor, announcing himself quite loudly: Who missed me????

his siblings exchange looks as they judge the The Flash joggers their eldest brother is wearing.

Bruce eyes fall to the clothing, a light smile on his lips.

Dick, plops himself beside Damian, ruffling his hair: I hope I didn't miss too much. I got caught up with something.

Jason: Did that something have anything to do with a specific speedster, Dickface?

Damian, huffs as Dick gives him a side hug: You've been frolicking quite often with West these days, Richard.

Jason, attempts to whisper but he obviously wanted everyone to hear him: I'm sure it's more than frolic.

Tim and Duke snicker at that.

Dick, steals Jason's bowl of popcorn: What you guys talking about? He's my best friend. If he needs something, I'll be there-

Cass pokes at Dick's knees and gives a knowing look at the joggers.

Dick, goes red as he continues to eat more popcorn: Um... My pants got dirty. Had to borrow. No big deal. Now..... What we watching????

~

Dick, grins and bows down as he stands on the mat: Okay! Who's ready to spar with the Master?

Jason and Tim roll their eyes in sync as they do their own business at the Batcave.

Cass emerges outside the changing rooms, wearing her workout clothes with a purple headband that's totally not her brand, and waves a hand to Dick as if indicating "me".

from his place at the Batcomputer, Bruce smiles when he sees his daughter.

Dick, coos: Awww. That's a cute headband, Cass. Where'd you get it?

Damian, emerges from the changing rooms: It seems to be Brown's.

Cass pretends not to blush when she touches the headband on her head.

Dick: You look adorable, Cass.

Before Dick could tease her even more, Cass does a move that knocks Dick on the floor.

~

Jason enters the dining room. he's the last one to join the rest of the family on the table.

his siblings exchange looks when they see the Star City shirt he's wearing, a shirt that's clearly tight for him.

Jason is minding his own business, stacking pancakes on his plate when Bruce starts the conversation.

Bruce, hides his smile behind the newspaper: Morning, Jaylad. I thought you were arriving later tonight.

Jason, shrugs: Business was cut off short.

Dick, grins from across the table: Just admit it, Little Wing. You miss us.

Jason, groans: It's too early, Dick. Please.

Duke: But not too early to wear a shirt that's clearly not from Gotham, right?

Damian: Must be some lousy business Todd got into.

Tim, snickers: Or an interesting one for Jason as it's clearly a Roy-related business.

Jason: What the fuck are you guys on about?

Cass, who is sitting beside him, tugs at his shirt.

Jason, pretends not to blush and continues to eat: 'nd your o' ucking 'iness

Alfred: Language, Master Jason. And you must not talk with your mouth full.

~

Tim enters the dining room after a long day at work as CEO of Wayne Enterprises. he hopes he isn't too late for family dinner.

Tim, sits down: Sorry, I'm late. It's been a looong day.

his siblings exchange looks when they see Tim wearing a leather jacket, which clearly wasn't part of his suit and tie that he initially wore to the office.

Bruce has to bite his lower lip to refrain from smiling.

Steph, raises her brow: Was there a photoshoot or something?

Tim, who doesn't look up as he starts typing on his phone: Huh...

Damian: You just got here, Drake, but you're already distracted. How childish of you.

Duke, clears his throat beside Tim: Tim, sorry to break it to you, but you're wearing a leather jacket. It doesn't seem to be your style.

Tim, almost drops his phone: Sh- Oh, yes, it's Kon's. He dropped by to the office to report something. Some team stuffs that doesn't concern any of you. I was cold, so he let me borrow.

Steph: We already know Tim secretly wanted the jacket even though he wasn't cold.

Tim tries to aim a pea on Steph's face, but she just catches it with her mouth.

~

Duke, enters the Batcave after morning patrol: Seriously, these rogues are coming out at morning too often these days.

his siblings, who were present at the cave, exchange looks when they see the cap with the letter R on his head.

Bruce pretends to cough to cover his chuckle.

Dick, grins: New getup, Little D?

Tim, smiles from beside Bruce by the Batcomputer: It looks good on you, Duke!

Duke, blushes: Wait, huh- Oh. It's Izzy's. She was nice enough to let me borrow.

Jason, pats Duke's shoulder as he makes his way to his motorcycle: You're one of the people I can say looks good with a cap, D.

Dick, shouts: Wait. Who's the other one, Little Wing? I don't wear a cap!!!

~

Damian enters the vehicle.

the rest of his siblings exchange looks when they see the oversized hoodie their youngest brother is wearing.

Bruce, who is on the driver seat, doesn't even try to hide the smile he has on his face.

Jason: I didn't know that after a sleepover, you get to bring home your host's clothes.

Tim: Oh, shut up, Jay. As if you're any better.

Jason: No one asked you to open your mouth, Replacement.

Dick, cuts the conversation: Aww, you look really adorable with Jon's hoodie, Dami.

Cass, beside him, plants a soft kiss on Damian's cheek.

Damian, curses internally before pulling the sleeves of the hoodie to his wrists: Tt. How did you know this was Jon's?

Duke: Well, it couldn't be Clark's right? It would drown you.

Damian, huffs, definitely not blushing: Whatever. Let's just go.

and the Wayne kids would definitely not return the things they're wearing.

[fuctacles]

Treasured

For @steddiemicrofic prompt "new", @stmonstercalendar and @steddiebingo "dragon" (i swear i didn't plan it) G | 517 | Steddie | no cw | magic Eddie, old dragon blood Eddie. canon compliant, pre-relationship | Ao3

Eddie has been herding his sheep as long as he could remember. It's part of his instinct to seek out freaks like him, and a power trip to spread his protection over them. Maybe he can't do much. Maybe he's just another senior student. But when his gut tells him it wants someone, he follows. 

He's not prepared for it to want Steve Harrington. 

He's not like any other of his herd. At least at first. But the more he talks to him, the more he smiles and jokes and tries to prove his gut wrong, the more it turns against him. 

Because Steve is an outcast, is a fucking weirdo, though of a different kind, and Eddie, begrudgingly, feels him being pulled into his imaginary hoard. The new ones always feel the most precious, the most coveted, so he immediately notices when something is wrong. 

In the ancient times, it was an alarm that someone was rounding on your treasure, ready to steal. Now, for Eddie, it's a sign to grab his first aid kit and go to the rescue. 

His sixth sense leads him to the Harrington house, and he hesitates. Steve can surely deal with this himself, if he's at home. Eddie's more used to cleaning split lips or looking for stolen notebooks in the halls of Hawkins High. 

But things can happen at home, so with a sigh, he walks up to the door and rings the doorbell. 

It takes a while before Steve opens up, green hoodie pulled low over his face. 

"Munson?" His mouth turns in a confused frown, eyes hidden from the sunlight. Eddie pushes inside, and closes the door.

"You alright, Steve-o?" he asks, looking him over. No bruises, blood, or split lips were in sight, but the guy still looked miserable. 

"Got a nasty bruise on my knee, probably, and a migraine coming up. I've had worse," he shrugs. 

"Can I help?" Eddie asks, already steering him towards the kitchen. He wouldn't be able to rest with the alarm bells ringing in his head anyway.

"I was cooking pasta, but I don't feel like eating anymore," Steve explains the disarray they find the room in. A jar of sauce is waiting on the counter, the cheese is shredded, and the water is steaming, although the fire is off. 

"I'll finish it up, and you'll eat a little bit," Eddie decides, pushing him gently into a chair. With a flick of his wrist, he turns the stove back on, but Steve doesn't notice. "Do you have any painkillers?"

Steve helps him navigate the space, and Eddie gets him fed, hydrated and medicated, before ushering him to bed. 

"Should I stay?" he asks, the idea of leaving Steve alone with his migraine not sitting right with him. 

"Oh yeah, there's enough room," Steve pats the empty side of the bed. 

"I didn't—" But his inner dragon purrs at the idea of curling around his newest treasure, like the good old times, still remembered in his core. 

He draws the curtains like it's a cave, and settles against his golden boy. 

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[sweetheartsaku]

(BLLK) just say the word.

𝜗𝜚 MIKAGE REO: RANUNCULACEAE.

a/n: [fem!reader] OMGG exam szn is finally over gais i am free!! i still have so many tests to do tho🙁 AND YES the title is a keshi reference

when mikage reo has a crush on you, he’s the type of boy to use your initials as his math variables. you’re all he ever thinks about, ever since he’s been rotted by the sugars of your kindness and presence. you were like his first and last breeze of air mixed in with love and refreshments. he had been enchanted by your soul, knotting his head and heart with yours. you’re all he ever wants to be around, and you have unconsciously seeped into his life like blood into a white sheet. a love that just keeps leaking, changing its colour completely.

SAY THE WORD, AND I'LL BE YOURS

when mikage reo realises, he can’t help but stare at you lovingly. his eyes are glued to you focusing on your tutor work he had given you, your pencil rapidly yet gently moving across the paper. his eyes are so tender and earnest, staring at you like you had hung up the stars yourself. reo finds himself instinctively caressing a stray hair from your face, his violet eyes still endearingly gazing. instantly, a pink hue graces across his face as his eyes meet yours.

THE LOOK YOU'RE GIVING ME GIVES YOU AWAY

when mikage reo steals your heart, he’s the type of guy to take his time into untangling your silver necklace. the one he had gifted you on your 6th month anniversary, that glistens in the sun. it’s chains are pristine, yet tangled tight, just like the way he had found himself when he fell for you (and does everyday). he smiles at the thought as his tongue sticks out slightly in concentration, one of your favourite habits of his. as a tease, you like to kiss the spot his tongue is before he can pull away. he loves to feel your face close to his, because it feels like his soul is too. he takes the time to untangle your necklace with his initial on the simple charm, even before the date’s expensive booking, he is gentle in unstringing every weaved chain.

YOU FINALLY FOUND THE HIGH THAT YOU'VE BEEN CHASING

when mikage reo falls impossibly deeper, he calls you all the time. not texting, because he knows you won’t listen. reo will call to make sure you eat lunch. reo will call to make sure you have your medicine. reo will bring you your favourite beverage and makes sure to remind you to take a break. reo will do everything he can to take care of you, because to him, when you came into his life, time is definitely more expensive than money. reo will take the time to make sure you are well fed and rested. his favourite part though is when you’re apart. don’t get me wrong, he hates it, but when you’re calling him and quietly telling him you miss him, his heart pounds against his chest a little more. and yes, he lets out a boyish chuckle once you’ve fallen asleep.

ONLY ONE MORE CHOICE YOU GOT TO MAKE

when mikage reo who never forgives himself when you have your first fight. after 6 gracious years, he finds himself living the day he could never fathom. yes, he had forgotten to buy your favourite snack at the convenience store, and he says he swears he will never forgive himself. how could you ever love him again? is what runs through his mind as he curls up against the couch, knees on his chest not feeling privileged enough for a blanket, nor feeling privileged enough to lie down with you in the bed in the room nearby. till then you, realising your fiancé’s absence, cluelessly searching for him, you gasp softly as you find reo all small on the couch. you sit next to him, but he inches away. he can’t help but confess his sins, but it all melts away when you lightly giggle at his silly habits.

I NEED YOU TO TELL ME 'CAUSE I

when mikage reo gets to be held in your arms, he melts completely. he feels his body go putty, his eyelids struggling to stay open to stare at your stunningly sculpted features. his teeth feels like he’s rotting, and his heart aches with an abundance of love. reo nestles his head in the junction between your chin bottom of your neck, absorbing every molecule of love he can. there is nothing he would want more than to unwind, cozily tucked into the embrace of his most beloved, sweetheart, and future wife.

IN MY ARMS FOR A SECOND

when mikage reo finally has you for himself, his brows twitch at the sight of your gorgeous figure, walking down the aisle. tears brim at the bottom of his eyes as you smile at him, taking your last steps in front of him. glitter highlighting the apple of your cheeks, lashes fluttering through the brown mascara and the necklace he untangled 5 years ago dangling off your collarbone. there was not a single moment in the world he would trade for this one. he finally smiles through the tears that stream down his cheeks, sliding the silver ring across the hand that once wrote tutor worksheet answers. it glistens in the sun, he thinks, just like you do.

BABY, SAY THE WORD, AND I'LL BE YOURS

mikage reo’s breath hitches. this is where he is. he is currently playing with his one-year-old, her incoherent babbles filling the silence strung into the air. reo finds himself laying on his stomach on a soft carpet next to scattered toys and various oils and creams for his little version. everything about this surreal moment had all gathered together to grasp onto the base of his neck, clenching onto him as tight as they can, making a lump form in his throat. his little version gently pats his nose, confused why her dad suddenly stop activating. he can’t help but tenderly smile at her, swallowing the lump as he lets a tear fall. your one-year-old innocently wipes it away. she must’ve got her kindness from you. he smiles, because thats what made him fall for you in the first place.

now, your initials have changed. guess he’s gotta fix those math equations, huh?

JUST SAY THE WORD.

[void-my-warranty]

woke up to your Simon POV posts and i have never been so glad for a flare up in the middle of the night. overjoyed at 4 AM. entirely in love with the way you write his thought processes as he looks at reader; i would be lying if i said it's not doing something to me, although i do know that isn't the point. GOD, THE SINS I WOULD COMMIT FOR SIMONS POV OF THE LAST CHAPTER. no pressure though, seriously, especially not regarding this!

i remember you mentioning that you're considering giving access to select users, are you still considering that? if so, is it okay to DM you to add my username to the list?

my love for tortured men will do me in someday, but i'll die with a smile on my face

(As long as people stay mostly cool with it, I think I’ve convinced myself to post them all publicly. Ty for the idea!)

18+ TW: Intrusive sexual thoughts, trauma

His absolute angel of a person spreads her knees open for him. Right there on the floor, like she doesn’t mind at all. Like this is just a sexy little game to her, and she really didn’t care that he thoughtlessly cut off her airway, and now she’s ready to be played with a little more.

Simon can’t see what he’s touching, but he doesn’t have to. Her thighs are flushed hot and velvety, creating the most perfect path—

Oh.

His mind whites out for a second, when he makes contact with the wetness between her legs. He curses, because he doesn’t know what the opposite of a curse would be. A prayer, maybe?

He keeps touching, because he can’t help it. It’s making him painfully hard to know that she had this kind of response to a blowjob in the dark. That she somehow finds the most tortured parts of him tolerable, even kneeling on the floor with her hair in his fist.

He steals it, like a starving street urchin. Takes some of that divine mess and puts it on himself, because he needs to feel it on his own wretched cock.

He gets honest with the movements of his hand, towering over her and keeping her head anchored to the edge of the mattress. That’s when the rising tide of fear always hits, when he’s experiencing pleasure. When he’s going to cum.

It took her moving in with him to force him to get comfortable with it. Jerking off before was always a last resort, and never the relief he hoped for. But then all of a sudden something sweet and eager and perfect was touching him all the time, and it became a necessity. Day by day, it got easier. He got to the point where he could barely have a thought about Roba or any of them, and just do his usual shower wank like any other way to keep up his body. Like eating his vegetables, he got a little bit used to it.

So maybe that was important, too. Maybe that’s why he’s not thinking about the desert or the voices or the bones. He’s just picturing the pretty thing beneath him, the mouth that deserves better than to have something disgusting of his shot into it. And as he begins to feel his body tightening in anticipation, his only thought is, don’t laugh.

She won’t laugh, surely. She didn’t laugh the first time, when he came. She was fucking crying that time, and that’s about as far from the cruel humiliation of his memories that he can imagine.

Don’t laugh, he almost says, but doesn’t. He just sort of prays it instead. Don’t laugh when I cum.

He needn’t have worried.

Next Simon POV

Chronological Read-Through Path

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⭐️The Tulpar needs you!⭐️

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I promised myself not to go crazy with this game and yet here I am

Also my love for cheesy postcard style illustration stays strong

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🪶 job alternatives rookanis enjoy 🪶

"Have you ever wondered what you would do every day if you weren't a Crow?"

Lucanis shrugs. The motion makes him pull the wooden spoon from the pot a little too quickly, and some of the mushroom sauce splashes onto his waistcoat. He purses his lips, a wet sound from between his tongue and his teeth, as he dips his fingers into his water cup and keeps the stain wet.

"Living the quiet life while waiting for Caterina to marry me off, I suppose."

Bare, freckled arms wrap around him suddenly, blindly threading the buttons from their holes and sliding the waistcoat from his shoulders. Rook sits down on one of the bar chairs she pulls from the storage under the stairs, dipping a fabric brush into a wooden bowl full of soapwater balanced in her lap and scrubbing at the stain over her knee before it can dry.

How she got all of this to happen so quickly, he doesn't know.

She's always buzzing, Spite says, legs spread and arms around her waist as though he's sitting on the stool with her. Her hair cuts into - through - his face. Humming like a bee, a petted cat. Like sun on water and lights in Minrathous.

Lucanis frowns, and can hear Rook's question, even without looking at her, over the bubbling sauce and the salt-grilled meat, even before she says it. So he elaborates.

"Spite says he can hear the lights in Minrathous."

"You can't?" Her tone is confused enough, and earnest, so much so it makes him look up at her, her cheeky smile making rows of dimples in her skin. She was joking. He can't keep his own smile from his face, and that makes her snort.

Spite cackles, fingers clawing into Rook's belly so he doesn't fall from the chair. You believed! Rook can't hear lights. Can't hear Fade. Stupid Lucanis!

She stops scrubbing at the stain for a moment, regarding him quietly. If it were anyone else looking at him this intensely, it would make him so very uncomfortable.

"I meant, if it were just you. If you could do whatever you want."

"I never thought about that before. So much in my life has been decided for me."

Rook dips the brush in the soapwater again. Lucanis takes care to be slow, measured, when he transfers the pasta into the sauce. Rook wouldn't mind at all if he got more stains on himself and undressed his shirt, as well.

But then they would be neither talking nor eating, and at least one of them should make sure their bellies are filled.

"I think, maybe you'd have a Tavern. You'd get to cook all day, every day."

Therapist, Mother, Maid.

"Ah, but cooking is a hobby for me. Never pursure your hobbies for money, Rook."

"Well, people don't pay anyone to read or sleep. Or eat."

"There are food critics in this world. Food tasters, too." He cups his hand under the tasting spoon he leads to her mouth, to prove his point.

Good food. Good Rook. Better food makes better Rook. Rook is perfect as she is. You can make her perfecter! I don't need to. You COULD. Fine, I'll bite; what is she lacking in?

Spite pauses, looking at the way Rook's body dents under his fingers, her hair only barely not tickling in his nose.

She can't see me. I want to be seen. I want HER to see. I'll talk to Emmrich. PROMISE! Spite, I promise to talk to Emmrich about what can be done - after dinner. YES!

Rook is oblivious to their discussion, wrapping her lips around the whole spoon and humming, then snatching the spoon from him to steal another mouthful from the pan.

"Mmh, that's good. But you wouldn't want your Rook to go check if King Marcus is being poisoned once again, would you?"

"But you wouldn't be my Rook, would you?"

NO! No world without! Lucanis. Spite. Rook. Together. Match like ass to bucket. Spite wraps his arms around her tighter, like garrotting someone under their own weight rather than rope.

Lucanis reaches under Rook's thighs, grabs the stool and pulls her close. She shrieks in delight, abandons bowl, brush and waistcoat to the floor with little more than a careless shove from her lap.

"And if you weren't my Rook, then where would we be?" He kisses her big front teeth, because she breaks into a grin before he meets her lips.

-

"I mean, it's not like I had much of a choice in my career choice, either," Rook starts, answering a question he'd already forgotten between the simmering food, his demon rocking himself and their Rook so forcefully it makes the stool creak, and her sweet lips. Her fingers work to tuck his shirt back into his pants as he straightens up. "I'm told my father abandoned me at the bottom of the Chantry stairs, and the lay sister that found me sold me to Brother Benito."

"Why would an orphange buy orphans?' He prepares a small tasting plate for Rook; the longer it stays on the fire now, the more the flavor will infuse, and he wants to make sure it's the right flavor.

"To sell them off to the Crows and whorehouses for insane markup to feed the ones that won't sell." She shrugs, and some of the sauce drips off the plate and onto her pants. She doesn't notice.

"Or I would've become a market monger. Ugh, the horror." She shudders. "Did you overhear the poor girl in Dock Town the other day?"

"Remind me?"

"Outside the fancy bakery, who told her customer all the quiche flavors she had, twice."

"Ah, yes. With the little hand-written labels on everything."

"Yeah, and the customer pointed to the spinach one that said Spinach on the label, and asked which one that was, and she went, the spinach one, and the customer asked if there's spinach in it." She rubs circles into her temples in frustration, just from the memory of it. "I would've shoved it down their throat in one piece and told them to tell me."

Lucanis laughs.

"You would."

"So, I get it. I never thought about it, either. My employment perspective sucks any way you slice it - well." She pauses, and as she stands from the stool, to put it pack in its place and set the table, it almost looks like she's holding on to Spite for balance, almost like she's waiting for him to stand first.

"Maybe the whorehouse would've worked out okay; I like having sex."

And because she knows his mind, his heart and his soul, instead of going about her business, she leans against the countertop next to him, a hand on his elbow and turning his face to look at her.

She knows something she said troubles him, even with her back turned, only from sensing the way his troubles roll off his shoulders.

"What's wrong?"

There's no accusation, never accusations with her, only genuine interest and desire to help.

Speaking of these things are easier for him if he can pretend he's muttering to himself, so he puts his entire focus on moving the pasta around in the sauce with a flick of his wrist.

"Does it bother you?" He can barely hear his own words over the sizzling and swooshing of his cooking.

"Does what bother me?" Lucanis makes a face and a noise, and in his periphery, he can see the puzzle pieces assembling in Rook's mind. "What? No! Why would you - because I just said I enjoy having sex."

Her hand wraps around his, makes him put down pan and spoon. Pulls him to her chest, squeezes so tight he might burst like an overfull waterskin.

"I thought - well, I've heard people describe my speed as, slow. Annoingly slow."

"To your face?" He shakes his head. The motion makes her earrings chime as they brush against one another.

"Don't wor- try not to worry about this, all right?" She squeezes a kiss to his ear. "I enjoy secretly adding needless punctuation to Viago's letters, and I don't do that a whole lot, either. Everything's fine. At some point, we'll look at each other and all we'll want is to make each other feel good. I can wait for that point."

"You shouldn't have to constantly wait for me."

Her left hand lifts from his ribs, then a scratch: shaking the pan so the food doesn't burn. Her right hand holds on to him all the tighter.

"Your feelings in this matter more than mine, Lucanis." She hears him inhale, feels his chest shift against hers with his expanding lungs. Instead of gripping, her right hand turns to lightly patting against his spine. "I know what that sounds like. I didn't say my feelings don't matter. What I mean is, we'll go at the pace you feel comfortable with, because this is new for you. And that's okay."

She readily accepts him, once he gathers his courage and moves back up to kiss her, both hands on his jaws, her shoulders, tipping her back over the countertop, her bottom lip escaping him only when a stray thought breaks her into a grin.

"I have two hands and ten fingers; I'll manage."

SEE? She does it! I told you!

They laugh and kiss and are so enveloped inside of their cocoon that he almost doesn't hear the heavy doors push open, a low-pitched gross is shoved into the air, and the doors pull back closed.

Rook, already grabbing him by the collar and pulling him back over her arched back, laughs so hard he kisses teeth instead of lips.

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powered by me hating my job 😊

this then escalated immensely lol

[~rina]

@chubritza im not gonna call this a tag list lmao but i know you want to see things <3

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Tommy's new girlfriend is awfully sweet. When Joel finds out she's got a big appetite that only he can fill, he decides to satisfy the craving. read on AO3!

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Survival is a skill that everyone had to gain after the world ended. Your father was killed in the Boston QZ, leaving you alone and forced to survive all on your lonesome. Just to eat, you had to steal from strangers, but unfortunately, you picked two of the worst people to target. What you didn’t expect was the lust that steadily built between all three of you. read on AO3! [cowritten with joelmillersgirlfriend]

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Survival is a skill that everyone had to gain after the world ended. Your father was killed in the Boston QZ, leaving you alone and forced to survive all on your lonesome. Just to eat, you had to steal from strangers, but unfortunately, you picked two of the worst people to target. What you didn’t expect was the lust that steadily built between all three of you. [part one] [part two] read on AO3! [cowritten with joelmillersgirlfriend]

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[thevoidscreams]

HEAR ME OUTT

A Lamenter fucking his chubby serf. However the Lamenter is the sub!!!!! He is bedridden, having lost his leg on the battlefield. He just wants his pretty serf and so he begs her to ride him

The Lamenters make me so sad AND so horny. I love them Day 10 Year 2

Warnings: Loss of limbs, Cowgirl style, begging, male sub. Hurt comfort...hurt?

Word count: 1700

 They warned you it was bad. But he was alive and that had to count for something. He'd taken the blunt end of an ork's power claw, the beat had ripped his left leg off right at the knee and mangled the second beyond fixing at nearly the same point. It was fortunate that the big green skin hadn't had the foresight to kill him before gloating. Or else he wouldn't have had the time to reach his bolter.

Both legs were a lot to get adjusted to with augments and they wouldn't be ready for weeks perhaps. Which meant you'd have to tend to him in his bed chamber, while he was bedridden.

Seeing him there for the first time you gasped and nearly dropped the supplies for his dry bath. Going to him in tears as he cupped your cheek and let you cry against his chest. The reality that you could have lost him in that fight would not leave you for days after. Even seeing him alive, you'd shake as you held each other. Luchinus hated to see you so despaired. He also hated that he could not raise and greet you at the door.

As you entered that day something felt different. Luchinus was already sitting up when you came in, reading something from the stack you had collected from the library for him.

"Hello my love, I brought you something to eat." You set the tray down and he smiled up at you, a deep look of sadness in his eyes. "What's wrong, Luchinus? Is it the soup, I can ask for something else." He shook his head. "No, my sweet one. It's nothing like that." He reached for you and you went to him. He pulled you down onto his lap. "Then what is it?" You asked, making sure to sit on his lap just so, as not to sit too close to where he'd lost his legs.

Luchinus took a deep breath, his mind burning with the question he needed to ask you. He stroked your hair, holding you close, worried what he had to ask might drive you away.

"Do you think I'm less of a man?" His voice was strained and you sat there in a stunned silence. "What? No, Lu, I don't think you're less of a man." You hugged him tight around his shoulders and kissed his cheek. "Why? Has someone said something to you? I'll set them straight about that. Don't you worry."

He shook his head but he smiled at your enthusiasm to protect him. "No it isn't that." He kissed your cheek and laid his chin atop your head. "Then what Lu?" "You.. well, we.." his cheeks brightened to a vibrant red as he continued, "we haven't been intimate since I returned like this. And I was worried that maybe you found me less appealing now."

You pulled back to look at him incredulously. "Luchinus Astecos, I haven't been intimate with you because you lost both your legs and needed time to recover both physically and mentally. It really wasn't the time. It's not that I find you any less appealing, it's that I didn't think asking to bounce on your dick while you were bed bound would be very well received."

A look of understanding crossed his features and he nodded. "Yeah, when you put it like that I guess it makes sense."

You patted his chest and shook your head with a sigh. "I love you, you know that? But you can be very silly about things sometimes." Stealing a quick kiss, Luchinus patted your side. "My legs are as healed as they can be until I get my augmetics."

"Are you saying you'd like to have sex? Cause you can just ask." You chuckled. The Lamenter nodded and squeezed the softness of your body happily. "Yes, I would like that very much."

You slid from his lap to disrobe. Luchinus worked on his own robe, pulling it off his shoulders and waited for you. He loved the plushness of your body, the extra bit of weight had never been any kind of deterrent to him the way it had been for some of the baseline men on the ship. He thought they were all fools to pass on your love just because of some extra fat. He reached out to grab a handful of ass and smiled when you squeaked at the unexpected contact.

His hearts fluttered when you turned back to him. The perfect globes of your ass and breasts drove him wild. He especially liked seeing them above him as you rode his cock.

"I don't believe I gave you permission to touch me. Now did I?" You scolded him. He warmed to the core as you did. He liked when you took charge and told him what to do during sex.

"I'm sorry ma'am, you're just so perfect. I couldn't help myself. Please forgive me." You gathered his pillows and fluffed them for a minute, not answering. Luchinus whined as he waited for your response. "I might forgive you. But you'll have to be a very good boy for me." "I will ma'am I promise." You huffed and set the pillows down on the bed where he'd be able to recline on them comfortably.

"Very well. Lay back and make sure you're nice and hard for me." He pulled himself back against the pillows and got to work stroking his cock.

"Does that feel good?" You asked. "Not as good as you do ma'am." Luchinus gasped. "Of course not, and why is that?" You pressed. "Because only you know how to take care of my cock ma'am."

Watching the astartes stroke himself while praising you was certainly a guilty pleasure. You couldn't get enough of how much he loved you and your body. "That's right. Who's my good boy?"

Luchinus whimpered as he responded. "I am ma'am, I am!"

"That's right. Now be a good boy and put that hand down by your side." He let go of his cock immediately. Even if he did want to keep touching himself.

"Now, I'm going to ride you and you tell me when you get close." He nodded as you straddled his waist and began to lower onto his cock. Luchinus had to fight the urge to buck up into you. He knew that would get him in trouble and he wanted to cum so badly.

You smiled down in satisfaction at his submission. It seemed he remembered his role quite well. "Can you keep being a good boy for me?"

"Yes, ma'am I can." He gasped as you raised your hips and dropped back down onto his cock. His hands stayed by his side as you rode his cock, your tits bouncing with each raise and fall. It made him want to scream, how close you were, but he needed your permission to touch you. So he was stuck just watching the most stunning and amazing woman he'd ever met ride his cock like she owned it. And there was a sense that you did. He'd never slept with anyone else, only you.

Luchinus's cock was probably the best cock ever, certainly the best you'd had. It was on the thicker side, making you stretch to fit him inside. It also meant that he pushed against all the sensitive spots. No matter the position you always got the most pleasure.

You closed your eyes and reached down for his hand. He gave it freely and held your hand as you fucked yourself on his cock.

You'd been so worried about him that you hadn't even been horny since he got back. But now your need was catching up with you and you wouldn't last too long.

"I'm going to cum ma'am." He panted and you stopped, sitting on his cock as you opened your eyes and gazed down at the man you love. His eyes were shining with need, pleading with you silently to let him cum after you stopped completely. "Alright then, take me by my hips and make yourself cum."

"Oh thank you ma'am." He panted and grabbed your hips, lifting you with ease and pulling you back down on his shaft as if you weighed nothing at all.

He was rougher than you had been but that suited you just fine, you came with his name on your lips and he followed soon after.

You slid off after he was finished and grabbed a blanket. You returned, sliding back into the bed next to him for a post sex cuddle. "I love you Luchinus. I love you so much."

He pulled you in close, nuzzling the top of your head. "I love you too." The Lamenter kissed the top of your head, and for some reason unknown to you, it opened the floodgates. Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as you pressed in closer to him. "Darling, what's wrong?"

You laid in his arms as you wept. He held you and shushed you. "I'm sorry, I've just been so worried and I know that you're okay, but you were still hurt so badly. And I'm still scared that this is all going to be a dream and I'll wake up and you'll be gone."

Luchinus brushed his fingers through your hair. "I'm here with you, my love. I came back to you this time." This time. His words only made you cry harder.

"Poor choice of wording. I'm sorry." He lifted your face gently so you could meet his eyes. "And I promise I will never not fight to come home to you my love. You don't have to worry, once I have my augmetics I'll be even faster and the terrors I face to keep you safe will have an even harder time getting me cause I'll be twice as fast."

He kissed your nose and you smiled, watery eyes filled with love shining up at him. "Okay." He pulled you back in and held you, humming his favorite song till you both fell asleep, just hoping what he'd promised wouldn't turn out to be a lie the next time something came gunning for his life.

[flowery-mess]

You’re so good with these… whole band and crew first kiss?

Thank you!💗 I love doing them so keep throwing them at me haha

First kiss with each boy under the cut🫶🏻

Noah

I feel like Noah would invite you over to his place for dinner on a friday night. You'd eat together and drink some wine, then sit on his couch and talk. You'd offer him your help with the mess in kitchen. Noah would play some music while you start cleaning the dishes. After you put everything in the dishwasher, you lean back on the kitchen counter and watch Noah move closer to you, he'd gently pin you to the table with his hands on both your sides and then lowered his head to yours. He'd slowly rub his nose against yours, then he'd move his lips closer to yours in the slowest pace you could imagine, until he finally kissed you. First he'd give you some small kisses to see if you're okay, then he'd deepen the kiss and you'd wish he never pulls away.

Folio

My baby Folio, I feel like he'd wait for the right moment, but it would be too long for your liking. You'd try give him hints, look at his lips when he's talking or gently put your hand on his arm. But not a single hint is taken. So one day when you're hanging out and he's looking really good, his hair brushed back, his face freshly shaven, black tight t-shirt and his bike pants on, you can't help it and when you get a chance you gently grab his cheek and pull him in for a kiss. He'd be surprised for like a second and then kiss you right back, grabing you by your neck and regreting he didn't kiss you sooner.

Matt

Oh Matty boy would be so mesmerized by you, he'd want to kiss you ten seconds after meeting you. You'd take his breath away with your inteligence and beauty. He'd make sure that he has something to talk to you about before anyone else from the group can. So you two talk the whole night, jumping from topic to another one. Some small touches would be exchanged too, Matt's hand on your knee, your hand on his hand. He'd offer to walk you home from their place, hyping himself up the whole walk to your house. So when you say 'that's my door' he's stressed af and he speaks before he thinks 'can I kiss you?' and you say yes. He walks you back until your back touches the front door. His lips feel just right on yours, and I'll let you decide of you'd invite him inside or not, hehe.

Nick

Sweet sweet boy Nicky. After talking for some time he'd invite you to a BO local show, introduce you to the rest of the crew, show you around the backstage and spend time with you before it's time to go on stage. He'd be a happy bean that you get along with his friends and that he can take the next step with you. So when you two are alone in the bathroom to fix his hair before the show starts, he can't take his eyes off you. 'Can I maybe get a good luck kiss?' he'd ask and you'd gladly give him good luck kisses. When you pull away he puts your hair behind you ear and can't stop the smile forming on his face, that stays there until the show's over and he can kiss you again.

Jolly

So for Jolly I thought of something different, but I hope you like it. Jolly met you when he was visiting Sweden. You're a friend of a friend, someone that shouldn't have catch his eyes like you did. You got introduced at this little get together of a group of friends. You kept stealing glances the whole night, had some small talk and exchanged numbers, because Jolly wanted to see you again before he left. He'd take you out for a few times and it doesn't happen until the day before he has to leave. You're sitting at a bench in a park, listening to Jolly talking about the band and what's next for them. He says they're going on a european tour next month and that you could come with them for a few cities, because he really wants to see you again. When you agree he can't help it, he leans a bit towards you and waits for your reaction. And when you just smile and lean your head to meet his lips halfway he doesn't waste any more time and puts his mouth on yours.

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!! CHAPTER 7 / DIASOMNIA ARC SPOILERS !!

Damn we are eating a lot (Part 2):

During the battle, Baul is shooked on how Silver and Sebek are good at dealing with horses to which Sebek replies that they're part fo the equestrian club so it's a natural thing for them

Yuu and Grim were about to get attacked by an Iron Man but Lilia comes in to defend them. BUT THEN LILIA PROCEEDS TO SMACK SILVER AND SEBEK BEING ALL "This is why I hate children 😒" 😭😭😭

After the battle we reach the castle (which is the castle in the Sleeping Beauty movie) AND THEN WE SEE THE KNIGHT OF DAWN

Anyways going back to the topic, we also get Henric, who is pretty much going "Meleanor if you don't get out of that castle right now we'll invade the castle together with the Knight of Dawn" AND JESUS FUCK HIS SPRITE 💀

Yucks

It turns out the Knight of Dawn doesn't want any part of this either, cuz Henric wants Meleanor's magic orb and dragon egg (aka Malleus) since they're really precious things

Idk what's up with this chapter and their thing for turning characters into orphans cuz the Knight of Dawn is also an orphan adopted by the king 🧍‍♀️, and Henric tells him that if he can steal the orb maybe it could save the king and Leah

We then see Meleanor, WHO IS A FUCKING BADDIE SO DAMN REAL TWST YKNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR WOMEN 😍😍😍

WE ALSO SEE EGG MALLEUS AWWWW

Meleanor tells them that she was planning to take a nap with the egg but useless people interrupted that, and she refers to the egg as Malleus already 🥹. Lilia is just confused and asks how is she sure that the egg is a boy, in which Meleanor replies that a mother is always sure and knows that Malleus will grow up to be beautiful like his father, Leverne

But then she sees Sebek and Silver and makes them get down on their knees (MAAM I'LL ALSO GET DOWN ON MY KNEES FOR YOU 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️), she then goes on about how humans are weak and stuff. Lilia tries to defend them but Baul tells us about Meleanor's hatred for humans and that we might as well stay quiet

But then Lilia loses his shit as well and tries to tell Meleanor about the danger that's just waiting outside but Meleanor refuses, saying that she wants to fight because she's a mother who wants to protect egg Malleus (I swear I can't this update is making me cry 😭). So she tells everyone to escape with the egg while she fights the Knight of Dawn and we get this scene of Lilia holding on to egg Malleus

Meleanor tells them to leave but Lilia refuses. So out of anger, she zaps him which causes everyone to panic cuz he has the egg and Silver tries to stop it but Meleanor gets even more mad that she zaps him too like jesus this woman and her anger issues. Silver tries to plead with them to stop fighting because people who love each other don't fight

Meleanor replies that even if she doesn't make it, Malleus is still there. But Lilia tells her that Malleus can't hatch without the true love of a parent. BUT THEN WE GET THIS REVEAL THAT LILIA PROPOSED TO MELEANOR 200 YEARS AGO AND HE ALSO LOVED LEVERNE LIKE LILIA MELEANOR LEVERNE POLY RELATIONSHIP IS FUCKING REAL. Meleanor reassures Lilia that he will find a way to love Malleus since he also loved her and Leverne 🥹

She then summons thorns that drags Lilia and the rest away from the castle, saying her final goodbye to both Lilia and Malleus (I'm crying rn guys). Lilia tries to find a way back in to save Meleanor but Baul yells at him to calm down cuz he was still holding egg Malleus, and that Meleanor trusted them to protect the egg

Meleanor makes her appearance to the Knight of Dawn and Silver Owls, which starts another battle....

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