#that resulted in me not being able to cover my forehead and that made me feel ugly :(

[v1x-x1]

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏: 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞 - 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐮✧

✧|| 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✧ 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ||

✧|| 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 ||

“Well?” Heizou asked, gazing into your eyes with a pleading expression. He had just explained to you what he wanted to do tonight because it was all he could think about at work today.

“Well.. I’m not opposed to the idea,” you reply, letting him know that options are open, “I just don’t exactly get what we’ll do.”

His expression immediately brightened once he heard you comply. “That’s okay, my love!” He takes your hands in his; the loving and gentle look that once played in his eyes was now replaced with a devious and almost hungry one.

You barely had time to become accustomed to it before Heizou was dragging you firmly to his bedroom - a place where the two of you have formed countless desirable memories over the time you’ve been together. His grasp was unyielding and despite the fact that he was currently pulling you somewhere like some sort of ragdoll, you felt really safe.

Before you knew it, you were delicately placed on the edge of the bed while Heizou made his way over to his closet - not before placing a small, almost feather-like kiss on your forehead.

When he turned back to you, he was now holding what looked like handcuffs? No. They were definitely handcuffs.

His eyes trailed down to look at you as you sat on the bed with your curious eyes gazing up at him.

“We can start off simple, I know you said you’ve never done this before.” The gentleness of his words reassuring you. He looked down at the item he was holding and then back at you. “Yeah, cuffs are good enough for now.”

Heizou motioned for you to turn around for him, holding your hands together behind your back. The cold metal of the handcuffs sent a shiver up your arms, causing a small gasp to leave your lips.

A low giggle could be heard from behind you as he interlocked your hands together. “So responsive already? Lucky me~”

The thudding of your heart echoed throughout your entire being.

Oh God did he make you feel weak in all the parts of your body and mind; but especially your body. A specific part of your body..

Heizou didn’t hesitate to press his knee between your thighs after having spun you around to face him once more - your defences down because of the physical restraint and how your mind had transformed into a foggy mess.

Your moan was immediately swallowed by the contact of his lips on yours, only resulting in more moans threatening to escape.

His warm fingers travelled from your cheek, down your neck, all along your body until they reached the skin on the inside of your thighs, replacing his knee.

His hand teased your wet clit, making sure to rub painfully slow, causing your hands to twitch in the handcuffs.

Fuck.

The helplessness you were experiencing was only making you wetter. The thought that Heizou could do absolutely anything to you and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it makes your heart race faster and your lust grow stronger.

“H-Heiz-” Your breathless pleas were cut short with Heizou’s free hand covering your mouth.

“Sh…shh, my love, I don’t want to hear your words, all I crave are your incoherent noises, yeah?”

You simply nod and let him continue teasing you while you silently hope and beg for more, using your limited body language.

The continuous rubbing of your clit caused your body to heat up from inside and out. Your hands were aching to touch yourself, needing friction and something inside you to bring back your sanity.

Finally.

Finally.

He moved his fingers further down, circling your hole watching intensely for more reactions. His free hand moved to your hair and tangled between the strands to grip onto it tightly - a choked noise getting caught in your throat.

Because of the new sensation, it caught you completely off guard when two of his fingers entered you quickly, a gasp rushing out of your mouth and your entire body shivering from the sudden pleasure.

Your wrists hurt from the bruising grips the cuffs kept on you because of how badly your hands wanted to roam over Heizou’s body for more heat. More contact.

And that was when another one of his slim fingers went inside you, moving against your spongy insides so fucking well, urging your hands to escape more - of course, your efforts in vain.

With all the sensations of pleasure from his fingers inside you, his lips claiming yours in a deep kiss and the slight pain from the handcuffs digging into your skin, your body trembled with satisfaction.

Yet you still wanted more.

With your noises getting more frequent and louder, Heizou’s fingers moved faster and with great skill to make every movement feel like a step closer to Heaven.

And when you finally reached it - Heaven, ecstasy - you felt your soul ascend until it was grounded by the feeling of him unlocking the handcuffs and pulling your body into a warm embrace.

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[blkbbyprincess]

turn up the temp! arcane!vi x blk!reader nsfw

vi likes a girl with a mouth on her; a girl who knows her way around some pussy.

a girl who has the ability to pull a variety of enticing sounds from her throat, leaving her with a sore one after she’s been eaten sloppy.

a girl who's got it all figured out and knows exactly what she wants from you and how she’s gonna get it; with experience of course.

that particular girl would be you.

the same girl she was currently snickering under the covers with in this bastardly wintery weather; all cuddled up on each other like penguins trying to keep warm and prevent catching a cold or worse.

if someone happened to see you two right now, it would be a good laugh; a great one even. it was almost ridiculous how you and vi were quite literally spooning each other trying to get some kind of warmth.

“your feet are freezing you fucker, get em off me” vi giggled.

you’re no better; your hands are freezing my back, you know that? you shot back with a sneer.

“how the hell else are we supposed to warm up if the air conditioning is jacked? i’d like to hear a better suggestion, genius.”

“i meannnn, there’s always one way we both like.”

so there you were, licking at vi’s clit from under the covers with two fingers in her vagina; opening and closing them in a scissoring motion to better stimulate her.

“-fu-fuckkkk, that’s it babygirl.”

Her voice quivered as she struggled to stay silent, desperate not to create enough noise to provoke the neighbors into beating the door down again. but it was nearly impossible to hold back when she was experiencing head of a lifetime.

she often found herself curious about where could you have possibly learned how to eat pussy like this?

she hoped and prayed it was only because of an overwhelming amount porn or something; because if she were to find out another girl had experienced this that she was feeling; she would surely die.

she quickly brought her hand to her mouth, letting out a sharp gasp as your tongue found her g-spot. waves of pleasure surged through her, and she could already sense her climax approaching, even though barely ten minutes had passed.

she was trying her best to hold out for you, because in all honesty, as much as she loved when you ate her out; she hated cumming first; and as slick as you were, literally and figuratively, you made sure she wasn’t able to touch you.

but you never noted anything subconsciously about not being able to touch yourself.

your poor baby was getting so pathetically vocal; it was starting to arouse you to the point where your pussy was painfully throbbing; so you did what any desperate woman would do, and reached back and began to work your fingers into your sopping cunt.

“ohhh s-shittt, i love when you moan in it cupcake, keep doin’ t-that.”

the relentless sounds of your and vi's heavy breathing and moaning made the space beneath the comforter feel like it was comparable to hell itself.

the smell of sex filled the room quicker than a freshly lit joint; and that says a lot about how busy you and vi were getting down. you wanted warmth for the winter, and boyyy did you get it.

it got so intense that the heat was making you nauseous in the head; dizzying, almost as if you had popped a damn 30.

(i cant help but make drug references what can i say i’m a weedhead lol.)

“i-i can’t much longer vi, i-i’m about to-.”

you were trembling in your legs, doing everything you could to hold back from finishing before her. but after all the time that passed since you last hooked up, it felt impossible to resist at that moment.

“it’s o-ok cupcake mmmh me too, cum with me?”

in that moment, both of you reached a simultaneous release, resulting in her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, an arm draped across her forehead, while you fell beside her in exhaustion.

vi shook herself out of her long, totally inappropriate thoughts and tossed the comforter off both of you, flinging it as far as she could to the edge of the bed.

“feeling a little warmer now?” you poke, with your face planted in the sheets; sounding a little muffled.

“on fire cupcake, on fucking fire.” she said contently, wiping sweat beads off her cheeks; reaching over to wipe yours off your neck.

about thirty minutes later, you two were back snuggled between one another, watching “orange is the new black” comfortably until hearing a loud sound that resounded a switch being flipped from outside your apartment and a humming noise leading afterwards.

you both ended up ignoring the noise until you felt a change in temperature a few moments later; finally realizing what the noise from earlier was.

that noise was the fucking heating system up and running again.

[freemansgirl]

cool for the summer

pairing: amber freeman x reader

word count: 1.2k

summary: amber and reader basically get down on vacation in the hotel while reader’s parents are away for a bit

warnings: smut, choking, strapon sex, vibrating strap on, oral sex (reader is receiving), orgasms

a/n: a lil vacay smut for my girl amber bc it fits the summertime vibe rn🤭 enjoy <3

once she heard the sound of your parents leaving the hotel room, amber began to get instantly to work as she sat you on top of the bathroom counter, removing the cover up off of your bikini set. lots of kisses and soft bite marks were spread across your neck skin, each one feeling so sensual and heated, amber needed you.

this whole entire vacation trip with your family has left her feeling pent up sexual frustration that she wanted to let out so bad, but couldn’t. it would be hard for her to make any type of advance on you whether it was romantic or sexual but especially sexual because you two were always around your parents. it’s like you could never really have a moment with her without feeling like her every move is being watched. your parents had no clue what was going on between you and your so called “best friend” amber freeman, your relationship was really secretive between you two.

they simply saw amber as a sweet girl who happened to be a wonderful friend to you; as a result, they asked her to come on the vacation because they admired and loved her for always being there for you. they never thought that she would… so happen to be your girlfriend as well. the way amber stared at you for too long especially at the beach or how she would “accidentally” brush her hand against yours multiple times, when she was helping you bring in your luggage was suspicious to them but they never thought much of it. they just thought of the whole luggage thing as her being a good friend to you, but now that innocent “good friend” look was now gone leaving you two to this whole scene in the hotel bathroom.

she was so glad to actually be able to show some affection towards you, this is what she was waiting for. the temptation of trying not to put her hands on your thighs in the car on the way was hell for her. the “best friend” act was slowly getting unbearable for her to contain because she loved you. you know your girlfriend amber was the touchy feely type too, it hurt her knowing she had to hide this relationship. her eyes kept trailing down to that damn revealing, sexy (favorite color) two piece bikini set that you wore to the beach that made her go feral. since you two and your family left the beach, she's been trying to break you out of that set; at this point she found a way. the moment that your parents left, she took advantage of it.

now, look at your girlfriend, her pale hands roaming all over your body and giving nice squeezes to your ass. you exhale in surprise as she spreads your legs so she can press her hips to the inner part of your thighs and moves them closer to you. your lover’s black strap on was right up on the fabric of your bikini bottom, she stared up at you with the most lustful but excited eyes ever. “pull it down for me, love.” she ordered, which cause you to nod to follow her instructions, the bikini stopping around your ankles. when the black strap touched your damp folds as she aligned herself with your entrance, you let out a groan.

“fuck…..” you whisper causing your (eye color) eyes to widen, the strap on slowly deepening inside of you, you have to grab onto your girlfriend’s wrist to keep yourself grounded. this causes her to laugh at you, while she pushes your hips more into her sex toy. “i’m just getting starting, and you’re already grabbing onto me? i know you can take it like you always do for me.”

you start to lock your legs around her hips, both of your knees on the side of her thighs. you watched her hover over your figure, amber’s forehead is pressing against your very own, eyes both locked on each other. the pace was beginning to change now, she was going at a really fast speed causing you to widen your eyes and let out such breathless yet loud moans, your nails were digging so hard into her back, but not too much to leave a scratch as you didn’t want your parents to suspect where your supposedly “best friend” got them from.

“you’re so fucking irresistible… do you know how long i been waiting to do THINGS to you on this trip?” amber confessed, as she continued with fucking you so much. you were moaning so much from everything that you couldn’t respond as best as you can, but you tried to mutter a response back. “y-yeah, i see the way—“ you let out another breathy moan from another thrust, “you…. look at me all of the time, i been wanting you too….”

then, she grabbed you by your neck to bring you forward to her for a kiss. this kiss was so passionate and fiery, it was filled with so much desirability and neediness. you had your hands on her cheek, caressing her smooth, pale skin then your hands trailed down to her waist. the two of you had a really good makeout session, fighting for dominance in the kiss, but of course, amber won it. eventually, you pulled back once you sensed how fast your girlfriend was going, it felt like it was hard for you to keep up.

“too fast, ambs, too—“ you were now cut off with more slamming into your wet, drenched pretty pussy from your girlfriend’s strap on. amber’s strapping was so good that it was damn near causing your knees to buckle against the tension of how fast she was going. your moaning became pitiful and whining as she continued to stretch you; you tried to beg her to slow down, but the constant pounding of the strap kept cutting you off. you really prayed that your whole session with the dark haired girl finished before your parents came back with tonight’s dinner so they didn’t see you like this.

“oh shut up, you know you enjoy it when i go faster.” amber taunted, grabbing on your thigh to keep you still so you couldn’t resist her. while one of her hands gripped your thigh, the other one was still wrapped around your neck, choking you with more added pressure. your head rolled back, the back of your hair touching the bathroom mirror while you bit your left. you could feel yourself getting more turned on by this than you already are. she wasn’t wrong, even though you did ask her to slow down, you couldn’t lie you loved when she fucked you this fast because she liked fucking you so stupid on her strap. perhaps, it was a good thing that she secretly snuck her strap on inside of her suitcase, she always had a trick up her sleeve.

your girlfriend started looking back at the mirror then at you. you looked so fucking sexy just letting her get her way with you. the black sex toy was vibrating more and more inside of you, and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer. the pressure was getting to you now, your eyes were so needy as your body was about to give out for amber. “go ahead and cum for me, princess.” she whispered, pushing your hair back and giving you a soft kiss to cheek, giving you permission.

once you came all over her, you let out a breathily moan as you felt so good releasing all over her strap. the pressure she had applied on how tight she gripped your hips was now no longer there, her touch is now soft and gentle. she pulled out the strap on from inside of you and pulled you down off of the counter. “you did so amazing, all for me like always, darling.” she sweetly spoke to you, kissed your forehead and brought you in for a hug.

after that, the two of you cleaned up the mess of everything, making sure everything was wiped and disinfecting things. your girlfriend began to grab your hand and looked into your eyes, a gentle expression on her face now before taking you over to the shower. the hot, steamy water waiting for you two to enter as your girlfriend was going to treat you to aftercare to get rid of the smell of sex before your parents came home.

[xmissrogersx]

Brown Curls | Din Djarin

tags: a lot of Fluff. Grogu’s being adorable like always. Domesticy and family.

my writing is entirely my own. Any adaptation and/or copy is forbidden.

i hope you are enjoying my stories! U help me a lot if you give me a ♡! All the love.

-Hi baby, are you hungry? -I leaned down to take the kid in my arms, to which he responded by raising his little hands to my face, making me laugh.

-Well, let's see what we can have for breakfast.

I began to improvise a breakfast with the few things that were in the ship's kitchen. I was to tell Din that we had to make a stop in Nevarro to buy more provisions.

-And by the way, where is your father? -I asked my little boy, who only had his attention on the blue cookies he was devouring with fervor.

I went down to the Crest in search of the brown-haired man, to find him in the bathroom in front of the mirror with a pair of scissors in hand.

-Din, what are you doing? -I frowned.

-Hi mesh'la —he turned around, to which I had to cover my mouth from my gasp of surprise.

My poor Mandalorian had made a bit of a mess of his beautiful hair, leaving it very short in the front and uneven on the sides.

-I know, I thought I could do it myself. I always trimmed it myself, but I guess I couldn't handle the amount I was going to have to cut…

I crossed my arms and bowed my head, then approached him.

-Let me help you. I know you always did it yourself, but you don't have to do it anymore, you can ask me.

Din smiled, I took the scissors and started to cut the strands of his hair. I snorted under my breath, faking a moan as I removed the long curls I loved so much.

-Mesh'la, it will grow back —he comforted me, as he tightened his arms around my waist, giving me a little bit of a kiss.

-I know... It’s just… I love your hair, Din. Your curls are beautiful. But I know you must get hot looking like that when you put on the that bucket —I finished my lament, eliciting a chuckle from him and earning a pinch on my thigh.

I continued doing the job for 15 minutes. When I finished I took a step back admiring my work of art.

-Ready, ¿what do you think?

He stared at himself in front of the mirror amazed at the result. I bit my lower lip nervous that he wouldn't like it. However, all fear vanished when I saw him smile slightly.

-What do you think? —he asked, sitting me on his lap, to which I frowned in amusement.

-I don't know, I'll have to get used to seeing you with this new look —he pulled me closer to him, our foreheads pressed together.

-How about now? —Our closeness let me contemplate his brown eyes that drove me so crazy since the day he had revealed himself to me.

-Din Djarin, you look stunning, whatever cut you have. You are beautiful. But please, ¿could you grow it a little longer when you're my riduur?

He laughed at my desperate request. In 4 weeks we would go to Sorgan to get married in that beautiful place where a year ago he broke his Creed for me.

I already loved him before I saw his face, but I must say he exceeded all my imagined expectations of what he looked like.

-It's okay, Mesh'la, I promise.

I took his face in my hands and brought our breaths together, melting into one. By the creator, I was addicted to his lips.

I sat hanging from him, to which Din descended his hands, caressing my thighs.

I began to trace a path of small kisses from his jaw down his neck.

-Mesh...Priya...if you keep doing that I'm not going to be able to contain myself, and well you know a certain womp rat is up in the cabin awake.

-You're right...¿how long until we get to Nevarro? -I asked him, resting my hands on his chest.

-About 10 hours —he answered confused by my question.

-Make it 7, and I'll use the handcuffs you use in the bounties —I whispered in his ear, causing him to shiver slightly under me.

-I'll make it 4 —he said seriously, to which I kissed his cheek.

[n3ptoonz]

'Closer'

Pairing: Smoke/F!Reader

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 1 (2023)

Warnings/tags: SMUT! Explicit!! Msub to Mdom, fluff elements, we use Tomas around these parts (literally and figuratively), implied breeding knk, dirty talk near the end, Tomas is a lover boy with a filthy mind, riding

Word count: 1.8k+

When he met you, his whole world was flipped upside down in the best way possible. You were strong, physically and emotionally, and tolerated no bullshit. All with grace and beauty. You were almost the opposite of him in personality, which drew him in even further since the day he met you at Madam Bo's. You were one of the customers that stayed behind to help out when the test was going, having you think the Lin Kuei was really trying to take over the restaurant.

You were and still are a fierce fighter. You really almost beat him if he didn't go invisible to take you down. So now, he was absolutely infatuated with everything about you. The day he came back to you, letting you know about the break in Kuai Liang and Bi Han's relationship and Kuai's new clan; how quick you were in agreeing to follow him wherever he goes was just the icing on the cake.

Tomas opened the door for you, a bright smile shining on his face. He finally married the woman of his dreams after so long of you proving you were fit to marry into the clan, which he held dear to his heart.

You kissed his cheek as a thank you, walking further into your suite. You both made your way to the back door, taking in some of the view --that wasn't covered by the fence--of Outworld's biggest city: Edenia.

"Beautiful..." Tomas murmured, "The view too." he chuckled, nudging you playfully.

You playfully rolled her eyes, nudging him back from his cute little joke. You wrapped your hands around his arm, laying your head on his broad shoulder as you two stared at the blue sky that was soon to change colors, sighing in content.

"If this is a dream, don't wake me up." you mumbled, quietly but just loud enough for him to hear what you said. You looked up at him, tracing the muscle lines on his thick biceps. It was one of your favorite physical features about him, his beautifully sculpted arms from the years and years of training in the Lin Kuei.

Tomas felt warmth spreading through his chest as you cuddled against him, and from the sound of your voice filled with pure contentment.

Leaning in, Tomas captured your lips in a gentle, lingering kiss. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. The delicate taste of your lips alone was intoxicating, causing a surge of desire to wash over him. The moment felt surreal and yet undeniably real, like a long-awaited fulfillment of your love.

Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours, his breaths coming out in soft, ragged puffs. "My beautiful wife," he murmured your name, his voice filled with devotion. "I am so lucky to finally be able to say you are mine, and I am yours. This honeymoon will be unforgettable, just you wait." he whispered, nuzzling his nose with yours with the giddiness that a newlywed would be expected to have.

You gently ran your fingers through his short silver locks, smiling at his love professions. Your gaze shifting oh so slightly, but he could easily tell what it meant after being with you for so long.

"Why don't show me in the hot springs?" you whispered, slowly pulling away from him and letting your eyes linger on him. You got undressed, wrapped yourself in a towel off the shelf, and headed towards the back door with a sway in your hips, looking back at a blushing Tomas.

"Well?"

Tomas couldn't help but stammer over his words as he stared at you. You've only ever engaged in intimate moments with each other a few times in the 5 years you've been together pre-marriage, but never got to the sexual part. This good old fashioned lover boy was raised on the idea that partners are to be cherished, and there were far more ways to show your love for someone without it always resulting in sexual activity.

However, today, that was about to change.

You both settled into the hot springs after washing up, sighing in relaxation. He stole a glimpse of you looking up at the sky changing from blue to yellow as the sun was setting along the horizon. One small part of him was nervous. Not because he was sitting across from you and your naked figure that was obscured by the water, but because this was your first time together. He hadn't much time to think about this sort of thing due to his new role in the Shirai Ryu and actively protecting Earthrealm. So this moment was very important and special to him.

"The sun's about to set." you said, looking over at him who was nearly frozen in place--his gaze already meeting yours.

"Outworld's skies are always so beautiful at night." you continued, tilting your head to the side and trying to get a read on him.

"I can think of something prettier..." he murmured. The calm waves rippling over his biceps and collarbones made your mouth water. He always found a way to round a statement back to how beautiful he found you, and he meant it every time seldom shame.

"Yeah? What's that?" you asked, slowly standing up out of the water. As soon as it dropped back down, the remaining drops just continued to fall down every inch of your body. The closer you stepped towards him, the more he could see the sun rays bounce off the water reflection sticking to your skin.

Tomas's next words were caught in his throat. The mere sight of the water dripping from your breasts, to your hips, to your thighs--and how some of the drops fell in between them. You re-settled into his lap and let his hands instinctively grab your hips.

Was this all a dream? A simulation? How did he get such a good-looking individual that could fight her heart out against strangers that were twice her size? Ugh, he felt so lucky and so selfish at the same time. He had you all to himself, and all his dreams were to be fulfilled.

"I...You-"

You slowly sank down into his lap, drinking in his moans with a kiss. His body tensed underneath you as you took all of him. You briefly broke the kiss for a second to gasp at how much he filled you up.

"Tomas..." you breathed out, sitting still for a moment while you adjusted and gripping his shoulders.

He shuddered at the sound of his name escaping from your lips, letting his soft hands feel you up as much as he pleased.

"Take it, baby...it's all yours..." he whispered against your lips and smiled, pecking the corner of your mouth. "Take your time, we've got all night long."

This was your first time together and in general. All those times of sneaking off just for a few kisses and hugs were absolutely nothing in comparison to this.

Every movement of your hips felt like pure bliss for both ends. It's like your body was made for him and vice versa. The water making the flow smoother added a perfect touch too.

You could feel Tomas gripping your sides, panting like he just ran a mile.

"Shit-" he said, pulling you closer and letting himself loose. You softly gasped at the feeling of warm liquid pumping inside you, and it definitely wasn't the water from the hot springs.

His breaths were shaky and his body trembled beneath you. His face was bright pink from embarrassment since he didn't expect to cum so quickly.

You cupped his cheeks in yours hands and just looked at him with adoration.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, I'm actually flattered," you said, whispering the last part, "But we aren't done just yet."

-

The loud sounds of skin smacking together mixed with heavy breaths and moans filled the room like there was no tomorrow. You two managed to make your way back to the hotel room and get to work, but Tomas's attitude did a complete flip.

Underneath that lover boy, sweetheart exterior, tonight his main goal was to spread you wide and take you like you were his. because you are his, and he's yours, forever. Tomas was always the kind of man who made sure you were top priority. Nothing was changing tonight. In fact, it's being put into more practice tonight.

He had you on your side and holding your thigh in one hand while his free arm was wrapped comfortably around your neck. He couldn't help but feel obligated to give you the best time of your life after cumming so prematurely, and he knew that his bicep being so close to your face would send you into overdrive.

You were speechless. The words he uttered into your ear while he fucked into you had you stuttering and gasping. You grabbed and clawed at his arm, tears forming in the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure you received, pleading he doesn't stop.

As you neared your climax, he was getting closer too, as it was all going to his head in the hottest way possible. You had never seen such a side of him even though you knew he had it in him whenever you saw him fight. But this? Oh, this was different. This was sexually frustrated, passionate Tomas, who wanted to give you everything he had.

"I'm gonna cum inside you one more time, and you'll be having twins." he said, his voice getting raspier as he gripped your thigh a little tighter. You whined and clenched around him, still unable to form words and nearly drooling from the side of your mouth.

You came first, trembling under his touch and slightly bucking once his final thrust hit your sweet spot. You were simply a mess by the time he was finished with you, and you couldn't be happier.

He, in fact, came inside you one more time. That twins line surely did a number on you. You wondered just where the hell he had been hiding this side for as long as you knew him.

You both cleaned up and finally rested, tangled in each other's arms and lovingly looking into each other's eyes.

"Where'd you learn to talk like that?" you asked in half jest, playing with his hair.

"Honestly? I was surprised myself...But I was dedicated to taking care of you on this special night. And I hope I didn't freak you out with that whole twins thing..."

You raised your eyebrow, shaking your head to reassure him. "Please, I'd have your triplets."

"Deal." he responded rather quickly, earning a playful roll of the eyes and shared laugh between you two.

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a/n: hii if you made it to the end, just know since bi han won in the poll i posted a few days ago he will be next so stay tuned! <3 also my asks are now open i finally figured it out

[ilovetheriddler]

Can I order some Fluff/Vanilla with Oswalda Cobblepot?

Where the reader simply wants some of her attention and affection during the night, but Oswalda is too busy answering calls to give the reader any attention. Maybe a kink on praise/elegy?? Pet name or something?

Sorry if it's not clear, English is not my first language. :')

Thanks ♡

Oh, I love this idea! Also don't worry, your English is very easy to understand! I hope that you enjoy it!

Late Night Comfort.

(Batman: The Caped Crusader.) Oswalda Cobblepot x F!Reader.

Word Count: 692.

Contents: Fluff, Praise Kink, Affection, Pet Names.

It was slightly chilly as a result of the autumn weather outside. You snuggled up into your girlfriend's bed as you attempted to warm yourself up some. It was fairly late into the evening already, but you couldn't sleep yet. You always struggled to fall asleep properly whenever Oswalda was busy with things related to her business.

You could hear her on the phone in the other room, a clear hint of frustration in her tone as she spoke.

"For the last time, those warehouses need to be destroyed by tomorrow night! If it's put off any longer, then the chances of him finding out are increased!"

The sound of the phone being slammed down rings out from the other room. She calms herself down a bit before starting to dial someone else. You shifted in bed, calling out after a bit.

"Ozzy? I um... I know that you're busy with business and stuff... but um... can't it wait until in the morning?"

She walked into the bedroom, taking in the sight of you covered up, tired but unable to rest.

"Darling, you're aware of how time sensitive my business related activities can be.... this is extremely important, so I don't think it can wait...."

"O-oh.... I see... well, that's okay, I understand...."

She could tell that despite how much you tried to hide it, it upset you somewhat. After thinking about it for a moment, she offered an attempt at a solution.

"I can't lie down for the evening yet, I just have too many matters I must attend to still.... however, I could sit down and give you some affection until you fall asleep. Would that be alright?"

"Yes! I'd really like that a lot...."

She let out a slightly amused chuckle at your enthusiasm and excitement, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to you. She wrapped one of her arms around you and pulled you closer to her.

"There, is that better, my dear?"

"Yes.... I'm sorry that i get so lonely whenever you're busy...."

"Sweetheart, there's nothing for you to apologize for. It's perfectly normal to feel that way, and I'm sorry if I've caused you any sleepless nights."

You snuggled into her arms more, resting your head against her chest and letting out a content sigh. It was true. You had lost countless nights of sleep before as a result of you increasing issues of not being able to fall asleep without her being there.

"It's only been a few nights here and there... but it's not really that big of a deal. You shouldn't worry about it..."

"Of course I'm going to worry about it, you mean the world to me, so why wouldn't i?"

"Y-you're too sweet, Ozzy...."

She runs her fingers through your hair, attempting to help you relax and hopefully fall asleep, pressing light and gentle kisses to your forehead as she does so.

"I'm simply stating the truth. You're special to me, and I'd hate to imagine you being uncomfortable or upset for even a single second."

Her words always made your heart race, She was always so ruthless and harsh with the men who worked under her, but with you, she was so gentle and caring, always trying to make sure that you felt loved and cherished. Her voice was one of the most comforting sounds you'd come to know, as she'd whisper sweet words of affection and praise into your ear.

"You're so good for me, aren't you, sweetheart? You always do exactly what I ask so perfectly..."

"I always do try to.... I love you, Ozzy..."

"I love you too, my dear."

You laid there in her arms, listening to the sound of her heartbeat and soft breathing as you slowly started to drift off asleep. She continued to rub your back gently until she was positive that you were asleep, carefully moving you out of her arms once you were, covering you up with the blankets as she stood up.

"Goodnight, sweetheart...."

She walked into the next room and continued with the calls related to her business while you slept peacefully, dreaming of your beloved.

[dreaaspeaks]

You can't be serious...

georg listing x reader

Summary: You spend Christmas with Georg after not seeing him for months and try to make him watch 'Love, Actually'

(fluff, tooth aching fluff)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You hadn't seen Georg in months, the band's popularity had grown immensely, way beyond Germany, even Europe. His constant traveling, band practices, live shows and interviews made it hard for either of you to even find time to call each other, with texts being answered only hours after being sent.

When the band was finally able to take a short three week break before going on tour again after New years, it made you eager to spend every second with Georg. Thankfully, after he picked you up in his arms in the airport, you knew he had the same plan too. A movie night was not uncommon for the both of you, after all he didn't have a whole DVD collection for no reason, however, what was usually a five minute affair of picking what to watch resulted in a thirty minute back and forth.

"C'mon please...I love this movie!" you said with a smile, having tried to force Georg to watch 'Love, Actually' the past half an hour, promising anything you could think of for a chance that he would give the movie a go.

Georg shook his head and pulled you close to his chest, littering soft kisses on your jaw and he muttered against your skin, "You can't be serious...Love, Actually isn't even a really Christmas movie! It just takes place during Christmas, it's like calling Die Hard a Christmas movie" Georg reasoned with a smile still on his face, his chin resting on your shoulder, his fingers playing with the tips of your hair.

You sat up looking at him offended, "Oh my god am I dating someone who doesn't think Die Hard is a Christmas movie?"

Georg rolled his eyes playfully and pulled you back into his chest, you leaning up to kiss his chin softly, "I'll watch Elf if you watch Love, Actually...how about that?" The corner of Georg's lips turned up, a glimmer in his eye as he thought about your proposition.

"Alright...alright, but if I end up sleeping don't blame me, the movie is just boring." Georg stated as you loaded up the DVD, making you playfully glare at him.

You sat back down on the sofa with him, cuddling into his chest, taking in his warm scent. You missed everything about him, the way his arms wrapped around you as if he was protecting you, the way his hair would still fall in his face despite him putting it up in a low ponytail with the old hair tie you gave him. The way he oddly smelled like sleep, the warm, safe scent of faint cigarettes that he would never admit he smoked, the generic cologne scent that always lingered on his skin and clothes from him using too much in his early and mid teens.

Maybe it was subconscious, maybe you had done it on purpose but your hold on his waist as you cuddled into him tightened, your face resting flat in the crook of his neck.

"Now you aren't even watching the movie." Georg teased, kissing the top of your head, running his fingers through your hair making you laugh and hit his chest lightly.

"Shut up...I just missed you that's all." You mumbled softly, lifting your head up from his chest, seeing his eyes soften and felt his arms wrap around your torso tighter.

Georg sighed and kissed your forehead, "I missed you too, I wish I could spend more time with you, really I do..."

You caressed his arms slowly, placing a soft kiss on his cheek, "I know, I know, but you have other commitments as well-"

Georg tried to cut you off but you covered his mouth, "Shhh, you missed me right? So listen to my voice will you? Geo...I'm okay with you being away often, as long as you come back and let me force you to watch sappy movies as we drink coffee at 8pm, I'm happy."

You saw a smile start to grace his face, his perfect teeth flashing before you as he brought his index finger to your chin, bringing you into a soft kiss, his hand cupping half your face as you melted into his arms. As Georg tried to deepen the kiss, his tongue grazing softly on your lower lip, his fingers digging harshly into your fleshy thighs, you slowly pulled away, leaving him with a soft peck.

"What?" Georg asked softly, his eyes staring up at you, your chin still between his thumb and pointer finger.

You smiled down at him, your fingers removing his hair tie in a swift motion, "Nothing...just that this is so cliché." You muttered, your head resting back down on his shoulder.

Georg's brows furrowed, his eyes squinted as he turned to you, "I still don't get it, what?"

"I mean, the fire place, the movie playing in the background going on about love, warm winter sweaters...you've got admit, when we started to make out it just got really cliché." You stated, smiling as you realised that if this was a movie, you'd be given the cheesy happy ending, a love song sang by some indie band playing you to the credits.

Georg chuckled and sighed, suddenly pulling you into his lap, his right hand cupping your cheek, "You can't be serious, you stopped us making out for the first time in months to state the obvious?"

As your fingers ran through his hair and your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck. "I had to, because you're the one" You mumbled into his neck, holding up your pointer finger and wiggling up and down, mimicking the love-sick Simon in the scene in Love, Actually playing behind you.

Georg’s cheeks flushed as he rolled his eyes playfully, he pulled your head up, pulling you into a soft, loving kiss, making up for his constant absence and drowning you in his aura.

His warm and familar scent that you dreamed about every night for months now surrounding your every particle, the firm grip you imagined as you slept, holding you so assuredly that you knew you'd never be lonely again, the faint taste of mint on his lips from the lip balm you practically forced him to wear when you first started dating. All of it was just...him.

"Maybe I do like this movie after all."

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

You've done what ifs where Aro or Carlisle swapped places with Dumbledore, but what if the protagonists swapped roles instead? Harry Swan and Bella Potter? How would that go?

Anon's referring to this post as well as this post.

Caveat That Bears Repeating

I've said this a number of times in these kinds of posts already, but the thing is that backstories matter. Harry and Bella don't just pop into existence, informed by nothing, they all have histories that lead them to where they end up in canon.

Bella has her parent's messy divorce, her alienation from her father, her irresponsible mother, as well as the socialization of being an American girl in the early 2000's.

Harry is an orphan physically and mentally abused by his surviving relatives, at the age of eleven he suddenly discovers that in a secret society he's bigger than the Beatles, he's a young British boy in the early 1990's who then is thrust into the wizarding world culture.

My point is that as much as I can theorize what Bella or Harry would be like in the AU where Bella's now a British girl living in a cupboard beneath the stairs and Harry's now living with Renee, it's just me handwaving and guessing.

I really don't know with these things.

With that said, we can try.

Bella Potter

We'll say the Dursleys pull the exact same shit with Bella as they would Harry. I imagine Bella's almost New Moon levels of depressed at eleven.

She thinks she's ugly and is purposefully made so by her relatives (given bad haircuts, clothes that don't fit, probably Dudley's castoffs making her look more tom-boyish and less 'cute' than what might be acceptable), she's told her parents were drunks and losers, and her family despises her and thinks she's stupid and a waste of space.

I imagine Bella often contemplates whether it'd be better if she'd never been born in the first place. Where Harry reacted with anger, I imagine from what we see of canon, Bella crumples in on herself.

Then she discovers she's a witch, that weird scar on her forehead that she always tries to cover a sign of her defeating You-Know-Who, and that her parents were wonderful people.

Bella waits for the other shoe to drop, for people to realize she's a phony, that she's not cool, special, pretty, or anything any of these people seem to believe she is based on nothing. Worse, Bella would want to come clean, but she doesn't want to lose any of this.

Hagrid is treating her nicely, on the train that boy Ron genuinely seems to like her and think she's cool and interesting, she has friends and people think she can do things.

Bella's terrified of being found out as a fraud which makes her more nervous than Neville in trying to use magic (especially in Potions where Snape mercilessly bullies her and thus makes her even worse than she otherwise would have been).

However, this gets in the way of typical Harry adventures, as Bella to the best of her ability keeps her nose down and out of trouble (as then everyone would hate her again). As a result, she doesn't save Hermione from the troll, Ron eventually gets bored of her and thinks of her as another girl, she doesn't go after the Philosopher's Stone or later involve herself with the Chamber of Secrets debacle.

Voldemort gets the stone offscreen (likely eventually able to get through the enchantment on the mirror) and is able to resurrect himself at which point Bella is terrified as everyone's now expecting her to do something about it.

"I am twelve?" Bella asks, then cries because she's not a magical princess like everyone wants her to be.

Harry Swan

Where Bella is depressed, Harry is angry.

Harry's not happy about moving to Forks but it was made clear he didn't have much choice. He's very bitter with Renee about this and bitter at Charlie in general for being an absentee father. He's ready to take on the whole school, gossiping all about him he's sure, and spit in their faces.

Unlike Hogwarts, as he doesn't want to be here and doesn't have good preconceptions, it's the equivalent of him being told he's going to Malfoy Boarding School in Malfoy County, to a place where he's sure to hate the people and they're sure to be looking for any weakness. (Remember, Bella did not at all have a good perception of Forks or its people).

He, in fact, immediately does so just to make sure they know where he stands. Yeah, he knows his mom ran off, what about it? I imagine he gets in a fist fight with Mike Newton on his first day, Harry is labeled a delinquent.

He catches a look at the Cullens and thinks they're rich freaks and weirdos who moved to this nowhere town. Charlie is at his wits end with Harry and utterly unsure how to deal with him as most the kids in town don't make this kind of trouble.

Unfortunately for Harry, he catches Edward's interest, unfortunately for Harry, with his outspoken anger and bitterness he's not Edward's type.

There's only two doors for someone with the smell, Edward takes the door labeled "eat me, I'm delicious".

[doberbutts]

Thank you for talking about the “able to get to the door but unable to stay inside” thing re:stimulation. My issues are less severe than yours were (creates chronic fatigue instead of severe meltdowns) but it’s kinda the first time I’ve heard anyone discuss them as a legitimate disabling barrier. I still have this “if I just try hard enough” mentality that I’m trying to overcome, and it helps to have someone else go “no, this is a real problem.”

Honestly the brain injury really opened my eyes because I do have ADD and had childhood epilepsy (been seizure-free since I was 8 tho) so we were somewhat conscious about sensory stuff but a lot of it was like. Okay every once in a while you will touch something that is Bad Texture and you will scrub your skin raw about it for the next couple of hours. Annoying repeating sounds fade into the background for you but God Forbid anyone talks while you're concentrating because now they've ruined everything. You'd rather starve than put Tastes Bad into your mouth and have gone to bed with hunger pains many times as a result. etc etc etc for me it wasn't so disabling but largely that was due to my mom knowing how to manage my symptoms and teaching me from a very young age how to cope.

And then with the seizures my major warning sign was a colossal headache that refused to go away which was a sign to go lay down somewhere quiet and dark for a few hours until it passed or else a lightning storm would happen in my skull :D

But the brain injury... that really upset everything. Which is commonly reported, when I was finally able to speak I told my neurologist that I felt like a completely different person and not in a good way and he said that most TBI survivors have said this.

Honestly the best way I can describe it is that. Hmm. Imagine... your TV is too loud. When I say too loud I mean like. It hurts to be in the same room as the TV, it's bordering on the edge of so loud that it makes you physically take a step back. When the TBI first happened, that was any and every stimulus to my senses. My clothes touching my skin was Too Loud. Tasting my food was Too Loud. The ambient light coming from my window was Too Loud. And so on and so forth. Because there was an actual damaged piece of my brain, it was really struggling to parse any more information than "oh, no, ow, make that stop".

I wore blacked out glasses inside because I couldn't stand to keep my eyes open otherwise. I would ask my roommates to whisper several rooms down if they were going to talk to each other or on the phone because even just hearing their footsteps was like someone was taking a hammer to my forehead. I was usually naked because the feel of my shirt against my back would set me off. There's a lot I can't remember from that time but I remember being so frustrated as I hid under my covers from the light and the ambient noise of living with a bunch of people and their pets that "trying harder" and "pushing through" honestly just made everything worse.

It's a lot better now. It'll be 5 years in July. But every once in a while something will still set me off and I will be back in that place, frustrated with myself as I feel my brain hurtling towards a Very Loud Meltdown that I cannot get to stop.

I just don't appreciate being told that it's somehow lesser because my legs work. Especially considering TBIs are so common, and they happen so fast. All it takes is one good knock on the head and then you'll be just like me.

[ramcharantitties]

Raghuvan, Teri raah nihaare

s/n @vijayasena the only reason why I'm still posting

Chapter 8

The moon was beautiful. It shined through the branches of banyan tree of the area, slit by the leaves and its shine falling around, shadow of the leaves casting dark night on the road. The cats hid in the crevices of the streets, or roamed freely like they reigned the city. They looked over their shoulder suddenly, eerie of the clang noise.

Adikavya was sure not to make any noise, but it was hard to drag a man in his full youth and on top of that, unconscious. The door of faraway, cast out storage room was weak and shut with a sound she was irritated of. Although, the storage room had enough space to hold both Adikavya and Ram. She sat him down on a solid iron box, supported against the wall with a falling plaster. The smaller stool made out of jute strings and straws was not far away from her access. Adikavya grabbed it, sat down and heaved a sigh. "Why did I do this" she muttered to herself, grabbing her head in her hands. It was not more than 1 am, and her whole family was hopefully in a deep slumber. If someone caught her with this man, she would be in an unavoidable trouble.

The only escape from this mess would be going to Ram's house and calling Babai. Why shall she be worried about a man who is not related to her? The cool night resulted in goosebumps on her skin, as she looked at Ram. Open shirt, sweat on forehead, hems of his trousers were lathered with dust and splashes of mud. His beard looked overgrown and his hair stuck to his forehead. Ram looked like a mess. Adikavya shook her head and got up.

The 15 min walk to Ram's house turned in a 8 min speed walk. The shawl covered her face, head, shoulder and arms, even her mother wouldn't be able to recognise her. Adikavya cursed herself as she walked there, multiple thoughts jumping in her mind. What if she can't get help there? What if someone from her family sees? As the questions arose, so did the speed of her steps. As she turned around on the curve, Ram's house street was visible. She looked up, trying to find any conscious being in the house.

What she didn't expect was a woman standing there. A quick, silent chant of Hanuman chalisa stabilised itself in her mind. Adikavya stood there frozen. The woman might have sensed the presence, turning around. Her face looked familiar but not recognisable. The woman smiled, "kaisi ho, adi?" How are you adi?

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Jangu came soon, rubbing his eyes. "Itni raat mein kyu bulaya?" Why did you call me so late at night? Adikavya sighed, telling him that Ram is in her store room, and he should quickly go and get Ram. Jangu stared at Adikavya and nodded, running away on the street.

"You should marry him" Sita whispered. "Don't tell me what to do" Adikavya retorted back. "Jangu has gone to fetch Ram, then why are you here? Ram would have been brought home in the morning anyways when everyone would see him, then why did you bother?" Sita came closer to Adikavya. "Kindness" Adikavya whispered to herself. Sita turned Adikavya around. "it's not kindness. Even if you don't like him, you know marrying him will be your only option to escape from your home" Adikavya looked alarmed. Sita continued, "you've wanted to escape your home forever. This is your only chance. Do you really think your family will let you study if you don't let them get you married? They will only send you in a place worse than this then." Before sita could continue, Adikavya looked up.

"What should I do about the fact that he slept with you? And that he was caught being a stud? Wouldn't that harm my family's reputation? And the fact that once he gains consciousness, the first person he will run to is you? And that Mahal of yours?" Adikavya asked.

Sita quiet down. "Why are you here, Sita?" Adikavya's question poked sita. "Ram, I have asked Ram to never step in sita Mahal again. I was here to talk to Babai, to let you and Ram get married. And tell me, which man hasn't slept with me? It doesn't matter, Adi, because no one will point fingers too long at him. He's a man, educated one. Do you really think anyone would be fazed for long?" Adikavya looked away. She was running out of reasons now.

"You getting education will be considered more of a heinous act than him sleeping with a whore" Sita said that as a matter of fact.

Adikavya huffed. Sita was right. Her family is not so open to let her complete her masters. It's a surprise they still are letting her study. "Akhtar came yesterday" Adikavya's immediate reaction startled Sita too. "What?" She was in absolute disbelief. Akhtar in a brothel? How is that possible? "No, just to meet me. But I asked him to leave. Tell him to never come again. You should be more cautious about your surroundings, Adi"

They spotted Jangu, dragging Ram. Sita pulled her shawl closer to her body. "I don't need a life lesson from someone who sells her body" Adikavya muttered. "At least I earn for myself" Sita replied and left before she could even see Ram clearly.

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[siriannatan]

Best remedy for bruised ribs - ScottMartyn

It is based entirely on Scott's skin looking like his sides are out to the world. And me deciding that there's no way his ribs would not hurt after getting stuck in walls and stuff.

Scott knew he should be more careful when teleporting. But being careful simply wasn't in his nature. And as a result, he was now barely able to move with a case of majorly bruised ribs after being temporarily stuck in his own wall. Lucky for him he knew just the person to call for some help. Martyn. The chillager was just a short warp away on his small snow and ice mountain and agreed to come over even if Scott refused to fully explain what he needed him for. It was best he saw it, in case he decided it wasn't bad enough to spend his time on.

He was maybe using his injury to lure the ever-busy blonde into spending some more time with him. But who could blame him? Even when bundled up in life fifty sweaters and his jacket Martyn was darn handsome. Of course, Scott wanted to spend some time alone with him. And if he could get his hands on him? Even better ~.

"So what did you do this time?" he could hear Martyn's cute voice as he entered the house. "And where are you?"

"Upstairs!" Scott called out with a grin. His plan was working perfectly. Martyn sounded mildly worried.

"So? What is it?" Martyn asked as soon as he was up the stairs. And oh, Scott must have been dreaming, his jacket was gone. And under it, there weren't many layers of sweaters but just a dark, by the look of it skintight thermal shirt. And damn, was Martyn well built under that jacket... "Scott?" Martyn snapping his fingers broke Scott out of his fantasies.

"I bruised my ribs. Can't really move much. Got no ice for it so I called an ice specialist," Scott explained himself with his cutest smile and remembered to bat his lashes at Martyn. And made the mistake of moving and instantly shifted into a pained hiss as the pain in his ribs flared up.

"You really should cover them up," Martyn sighed but didn't leave Scott. Instead removing his gloves and walking up to the bed. "It wouldn't be nearly as bad if you had some protection."

What Martyn meant was that Scott's shirt left his sides exposed to elements and anything he might get stuck in with his teleporting powers. It was really too bad his power not only made him hungry but also kind of overheated if he teleported too much. Not that he had to say it. "I know, I know. But it's cuter like this," Scott pouted as Martyn sat next to him on the bed.

"Whatever," Martyn shrugged as he kicked his shoes off and sat opposite of Scott on the bed. "This good or should I move to your back?" the chillager asked and Scott maybe got a bit lost in the way he rolled his shoulders. Martyn was likely preparing to not freeze him but all Scott could think was how strong he must have been. And how easily he could likely pick him up...

Mind out the gutter. Martyn would likely instantly leave if he knew what he was thinking about. "This is good," Scott nodded bus instantly regretted it. What if he made weird faces with Martyn's hands on him? Was it too late to change his mind? "Or maybe move? That might be easier on your arms?" he quickly tried to change his mind.

"No difference to me," Martyn shrugged. "Tell me if it's too cold," he warned and Scott had just seconds to get ready to bite back any noise that would get out of him.

And get out noises wanted to. Martyn's hands were pleasantly chilly on his poor bruised sides. Fingers slightly rough where they pressed on Scott's chaffed skin. And oh, did it all feel even better than Scott expected it to. Martyn must have thought he was so weird with how much he wriggled and when did his forehead rest on Martyn's shoulder? Could he convince him it was just because of how nice it was to get something cool on his bruises...

"Those bruises must have been really bad," Martyn hummed and Scott let himself let out a shaky breath.

"I could barely move since I woke up," Scott confessed. It was a mistake as it was followed by a sound that couldn't be mistaken for anything but what it was - a long very pleased moan. He could feel his face burn with an ashamed blush. This is where Martyn pushes him off, calls him gross, leaves and never comes back...

"Should have called me over sooner if it was that bad," Martyn said instead and lightly scratched. "It's not too cold? It's a bit hard to fit it to other people's temperatures," Martyn chatted as if he wasn't absolutely melting Scott's brain with just his hands. All he could do was humm and hope the noises he was making didn't get any worse. He had no idea long far Martyn's innocence could keep this from getting any worse.

"Scott? Words, please... I'm a bit worried here?" Martyn's hands were suddenly gone and with them the pleasant chill. "I don't want to freeze you, man..."

"No... no, it was perfect..." Scott mumbled, too ashamed to look up from Martyn's shoulder. Unfortunately for him, Martyn seemed to want to see his face and gently tried to push him up. "Umm..."

"Your face is all red," Martyn sighed and tried to take Scott's temperature. What a nice guy Scott tricked into his house and bed... "Scott..." Martyn huffed as Scott tried to stop him. "You've done barely any talking since I got my hands on you, and you usually never shut up. What's wrong? Did I do something?" Oh. And now he had him angry it would seem.

"No, no you haven't done anything wrong. My ribs just hurt a lot and your hands helped a lot... I thank you a lot for coming over and not calling me an idiot and stuff..." Scott rambled, trying to find a way to maybe not ruin his barely friendship with Martyn.

Martyn's heavy sigh had Scott shutting his mouth and eyes tightly. Here it goes... "I'm pretty sure my hands made more than just your ribs feel nice... I never thought anyone could enjoy how cold I am actually and... Ugh. You were practically moaning Scott. And you're pretty and... Ugh. Just punch me if it's too much he said and to Scott's even further shock hissed him.

And what a pleasant kiss it was. So soft, inexperienced and chilly. And Martyn was pulling away too fast and Scott chased after him and suddenly those amazingly chill hands were back on him and under his shirt and pulling him into Martyn's lap. And it was perfect even if Scott's ribs protested a lot as they continued far past kissing...

[tauntthetaintedlove]

Hi love! I know you’ve written little blurbs about his before but could you write about Jake catching his partner self harm and helping them through it? I completely understand if not I’ve just been struggling with self harm a bit lately and reading about it with the boys makes me feel seen

"I'm Here For You, Always" - Jake Kiszka

WARNINGS: Self harm, comments from family, let me know if there's anymore!

Word Count: 800

A/N: Whoaaaa I'm back, holy shit. Thank you s much for the request, writers block as been up my ass for the longest time now. This was a lovely idea and to anyone reading this that's suggling with self harm, I know it isn't easy but I'm proud of you I know you're trying your hardest. Send More Requests!

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Now if anyone knew you it was your boyfriend Jake, ever since you two met he's been able to read through you like you're a sheet of glass. Sometimes it's for the best, but times like now, it feels like the worse.

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Knock

Knock

"Baby, Are you gonna let me in!?" Jake says from the other side of the oak door. Now he knew why you were upset, when you were at a relative's house earlier that evening your mom made the comment "when are you and Jake gonna get married?" You both just kind of laughed it of clearly being able to tell her demeaning tone. The conversation continues about you both getting married and what they would want the wedding to be like, when your big mouth mother makes the comment "We better make sure your dress has long sleeves to cover those hideous scars." Then laughs about it. You stayed quiet out of fear but Jake was furious, he knew it was taking every bone in your body to keep yourself from crying. He excuses you both from the table and pulls you onto the porch "Look at me baby, we're gonna go in there, get our stuff, then just leave, they don't deserve to have us here if they're gonna treat you like that. You ready to go back baby?" You nodded your head in the slightest and he opens the door to let you both in. You walk to the chair you were at and grabbed your sweater, then leaning over from where you were standing you get your purse off the counter. "Where are you two going?" Your mother asks slightly laughing. You were going to respond then looked at Jake, him looking at you with sorrowful eyes and shaking his head 'no' to que you not to respond. "Just a bunch of party poopers, learn to take a damn joke." Your mom says telling her eyes are you both continue to walk out of the house. The whole ride home was silent, you didn't wanna talk. The only thing exchanged was a gentle hand hold, and a small attempts of eye contact for him with sorrowful eyes. Getting home and seeing the time you see I would be a good time to get ready for bed. "Jakey, I'm gonna get ready for bed, I'm tired, okay?" You say quietly, setting your things on the kitchen counter. "Of course baby, if you need anything just yell for me, okay?" He says lightly grabbing your waist, and kissing your forehead. "Okay" you say leaning into him before pulling away. You go into the bathroom and turn the shower on, to make it seem harmless. You sink down with your back against the wall, trying to keep yourself from crying to loud that Jake would hear. You open the cabinets under the sink and grab the single blade you have hidden under a bottle of glass cleaner. It starts out light, gentle strokes against the skin to see very little result. As memories come back, and tears flood you face, the cuts begin to get deeper and deeper. You sobbed a little to loud at that's what brought us to now.

"Baby, Are you gonna let me in?" Continue with even more knocking. You froze, you realized what you've done, a wave of guilt flying over you. As the once locked door begins to open you see Jake there, butter knife in hand, looking down at you. The pain you see in his eyes as he sets down the knife and gets on his knees to be at your level. "Baby, why? You know I'm here for you, why would you do this again?" He says examining your scared, belittled frame. "I- I don't know." You say more tears escaping your eyes as you feel the disappointment in Jake's eyes starring at you. "That's okay baby, I'm not mad. It's okay to not understand your feelings, but hurting yourself isn't. That's why I pulled you from them, I didn't want this to happen. But it's okay that it did, we can build from this. It's okay baby, now let's get you cleaned and everything." After the cleaning of your wounds, the ground, and both of your guys hands, he leads you to bed where he gently helps you lay down to not tamper with any fresh bandages. He lays down next to you and as you begin to close your eyes you softly hear.

"I'm Here For You, Always."

[loves061]

Two Became One: Why Does It Hurt?

A/N: This is a very self-indulgent fanfiction I wrote. It contains spoiler about The Last Game movie. You've been warned, I guess. The game progressed until it reached the fourth quarter. Ellie cheered for Seijuro, firmly believing in her faith on him that he can turn the tides to their favor and he will lead the team to win. However, seeing Nash’s true form still made Ellie nervous.

When the score went back to the four-point difference, Ellie felt her heart aching, as if it was being gripped by something and being squeezed tight. She was looking at Seijuro in shock, unbelieving of what her intuition is telling her.

“I was a persona who shouldn’t have existed in the first place. Just being able to play with everyone is an awfully large farewell gift for me. Thank you.”

In that instance, Ellie knew that her Sei-chan had disappeared. She could deduce that it was for the sake of winning, for the sake of getting back at Jobberwock and Nash for mocking the basketball they played. But it still hurts so much that she couldn’t help but cry. Even when Midorima scored a three-pointer resulting to only a point difference in the score between Vorpal Swords and Jobberwock, Ellie couldn’t cheer anymore. She couldn’t be as happy as before, as cheerful as before.

This feeling is as if your loved one was suddenly taken away from you, and all of a sudden you realized they wouldn’t exist in your life anymore, with only your memories as a proof that they had once been with you.

The game ended with Vorpal Swords winning, but Ellie was unable to celebrate. Seijuro saw her crying and he immediately ran to her and scooped her into his arms. The Miracle Captain knew that no words can console Ellie right now. The members also let the two of them be, especially the Miracles. They knew that it must have been agonizing for Ellie to see her Sei-chan disappeared.

“Ellie,” Seijuro cupped Ellie’s face and wiped the tears streaming down her cheeks, “I know you care for and love him equally, and I can see that you are hurting. But he and I are now one and whole. Won’t you be happy for us?” As he asked that, Seijuro bent down and kissed Ellie’s forehead.

Ellie hiccupped as she hugged Seijuro tightly, burying her face in the man’s sturdy chest, not minding how Seijuro was covered in sweat: “Rationally, I know and understand. But it really hurts. I just... love you so much. I love all of you, including him.”

“I know, Ellie. And we, no, I love you so much more.” Seijuro answered as he planted a gentle kiss on Ellie’s lips. A/N: This is a very self-indulgent short fanfic about my reaction on Sei's another persona disappearing in The Last Game movie.

[beechbloom]

hi! it’s me again! i absolutely loved matchup you made for me!!! omg i love diluc so much it makes my heart hurt ⋆˙⟡♡

anyways, I wanted to say thank you, sweetheart!!! I was really enjoying reading it! and I would LOVE to see kaveh result, if it’s okay for you ofc<3

Ahh I'm so happy you liked it!! And of course it's okay, I offered! <3

Original request

I also match you with...

Kaveh!

Is maybe slightly put off when he hears you study linguistics because that's Haravatat's area of expertise and his experience with that darshan isn't... the most pleasant. Though he is not one to judge a book by it's cover! No, for all he knows you might be one of the rare ones hiding a heart of gold!

He soon discovers for himself that no, your heart is not made of gold; it's made of the most exquisite gemstones he's ever seen! You're so incredibly sweet and joyful and loving, more so than anyone else he's ever met! You're like a gift from the archons themselves!

This man also happens to love physical touch! Alongside words of affirmation. Will absolutely cuddle with you SO much. As well as remind you how much he appreciates you through words. Will hold and kiss your hands, stroke your hair, and kiss your forehead and your lips. He loves feeling you close, sharing affection through sharing warmth.

He's extremely in tune and attentive to your emotional state. If you're having a good day, he's over the moon! If you're having a bad day, he's right there with you, sharing in your pain and being there to support you. He would never fault you for being sensitive, emotional, and caring deeply. In fact, he relates to all of that, and thinks it's wonderful that you are that way. After all, if you were insensitive, cold and uncaring, how could you enjoy anything in life?

He's quick to spot your anxiety too, and would be extremely understanding about it. He'd always be there to help you feel more comfortable whenever he can, throwing you a reassuring look every now and then or giving your hand a little squeeze to remind you he's right there with you. Honestly he's pretty talkative, so if you don't like having attention on you he can absolutely make sure it's on him instead during social settings. Listening to him ramble on about his projects and rant about his struggles can actually be pretty entertaining, it can likely even distract you from your own worries.

Will absolutely indulge you in your love of music. You could go to the Grand Bazaar together and have a lovely time witnessing whatever the Zubayr Theater is putting on. He also actually knows how to play an instrument himself — the dutar! And he would play it for you whenever you'd like without question! ...provided no deadlines are coming up that he has to work on.

Now he would actually seriously consider getting you a bunny as a wonderful little surprise, but in the end he'd have to give up on that. If he bought it he'd need to be able to take responsibility for it, and there's a chance he wouldn't be able to as his income and free time isn't stable enough to guarantee it's well-being. But worry not! You know the little lion keychain he has? He'll get you a matching bunny one! Will even make it himself if he has to! Anything that his poor man's budget can achieve for you!

I chose Diluc originally to give a calmer more balanced vibe, which I think would be good for you. Was a little worried Kaveh might be too similar to you in being sensitive and emotional, which could maybe get a little overwhelming? Though he's incredibly sweet, would understand you very well, and definitely would initiate physical touch and cuddles.

Would love feedback if you have any!

[townslore]

drew myself cause i got a haircut today and im super happy w it ^^

[anonymouslywriting22]

The Light After Darkness - Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Natasha look forward to finally being able to start a family but tragedy strikes and puts their relationship through strain.

Warnings: TW miscarriage, blood, very slight smut, angst

Natasha hurriedly unwrapped the box you had wrapped for an early birthday present. She quickly opened the box and furrowed her eyebrows as she saw a set of baby shoes on top of confetti. Natasha looked up at you with a soft smile, "I don't get it?"

As she trails off you smile widely at her and nod your head, "just keep digging through. You'll understand more."

She nods her head and starts to feel through the confetti. As she moves her hands through, Nat feels something and immediately grasps it to pull it out. A smile appears on her face with a sparkle in her eyes as she realizes it's a baby onesie with the the image of a little spider on it. She quickly shoots her gaze towards you, "please tell me this isn't a joke baby."

Your smile just becomes more wide, "just keep going, there's one more thing in there for you."

She nods and hurriedly rummaged through the confetti again. As she feels a hard object around her fingers she quickly grasps it and becomes wide eyed as she sees it. The sight was amazing and if you had your phone, you would've taken a picture of her face right now.

Her eyes begin to tear as she examined the pregnancy test, reading the results over and over to ensure this is real. You quickly go to sit by her and place your hand on her free hand to remind her this is real. You softly say, "we're going to have a baby my love," while placing her hand over your stomach.

She quickly looks at you and sniffles, a smile across her face. She quickly wraps you into a hug and repeatedly whispers thank you's and how much she loves you. She pulls away to send a slow passionate kiss to your lips before placing a gentle kiss to your stomach.

"We," she starts while guiding you to sit on her lap, "are going to be the best parents my love. You're going to be the best mom ever. Thank you for giving me this."

You wrapped your arms around Natasha necks and brought her closer to you so that your forehead was resting on hers, "our child is going to be so lucky to have you as their mama."

She hummed and placed a kiss to your lips, "I love you baby."

You briefly pulled away and mumbled, "I love you too."

—7 months later—

You stirred awake as a sharp pain ran through your body causing you to groan. You tried to ignore it as it lessened but another sharp pain ran through your body again. You moved to lay on your back, confusion running through you as you felt something wet around your lower area.

You switched on the lamp on your nightstand and placed your hand under to feel what it was. You gasped as you brought it back up and saw red on your finger tips, panic ran through your body as awful thoughts entered your mind.

"Natasha," you exclaimed. It wasn't unusual for her to be downstairs finishing up paperwork while you slept. She had taken a lot of time off from work to help you so she would use these awful hours to catch up.

A couple seconds later she bolted through the door with a worried expression, "what's wrong my love?"

You quickly showed her your hand and finally uncovered yourself causing the both of you to gasp at the sight, blood covered the sheets. "I don't know what's happening Tasha," you quickly said wincing as more pain ran through your body.

Natasha immediately jumped into action and grabbed you in her arms gently, carrying you to the car bridal style. As she raced through the empty streets to the hospital, she made sure to always be checking on you and reassure everything was going to be okay.

As she pulled up to the emergency room, Natasha quickly got out of the drivers seat and went to your side to carefully get you out and carry you in. She approached the desk, "please I need help, my wife is bleeding." You laid your head against Nat's chest while holding onto your stomach, occasionally groaning and wincing from pains.

A nurse and doctor quickly approached her with a wheelchair. The doctor quickly spoke up as the nurse helped Natasha place you in the wheelchair, "what seems to be the problem Mrs. Romanoff." Nat was taken back a bit how the doctor immediately recognized her, hopes that the recognition would help you get the best treatment.

"My wife is 7 months pregnant. I was in the kitchen finishing up some paperwork," Natasha said while quickly walking through the halls with the doctor and nurse, "until I heard her scream out for me. I quickly ran to the room and saw that she was bleeding and in really bad pain around her lower area."

The doctor nodded while scribbling in your chart. As the doctor and nurse got to an exam room, Natasha quickly tried to enter but was held back by the nurse, "I'm sorry Mrs. Romanoff but we can't let you in. You will need to wait in the waiting area and we will give you updates."

Natasha reluctantly agrees, she can't take up the time of someone who could be helping you and her child. She slumps herself in a chair while nervously bouncing her leg and quickly dialing Clint to inform him of what's going on.

A couple minutes later Clint arrives and sits next to Natasha as they wait for news on how you are.

—1 hour later—

Natasha feels her world stop as the doctor explains what happened. Clint quickly catches her as she stumbles, his talking is muffled by the words of the doctor replaying through her head.

"We couldn't save them both," tears started to weld in her eyes, "the baby had undergone too much damage from the blood loss. We were not able to resuscitate her," her. Our baby was a girl. A beautiful daughter. "I'm so sorry for your loss Mrs. Romanoff. Your wife is in room 301, she isn't awake yet but she's stable so you can go see her whenever you're ready."

Clint guided her to sit in the chair, wearily watching her, "I'm so sorry Nat." Those words broke something inside of her causing everything to shatter, the tears streamed down her face as she clung onto her best friend sobbing in his arms. "I was going to have a daughter," she muffled between sobs, "we were going to have a beautiful baby girl."

Clint's heart broke at the sight of his best friend. He held her tightly in his arms, reassuring her the best he could with this situation. As Natasha started to grab her composure he pulled away and gripped her shoulders, "Y/N is going to need you right now. You both are going to need to be strong for each other. How about we go to her room?"

Natasha wiped her tears and nods her head, eager to see your face, eager to know you're okay. She quickly walks down the halls to your room, when she enters she lets out a sigh of relief as she sees you're still sleeping. Clint enters quietly. After a few minutes he dismisses himself to let Natasha be alone with you.

Nat sits in the chair by your bed and holds onto your hand. She lays her head on the bed and whispers, "I'm so sorry I couldn't protect her. I'm so sorry." Tears start to form in her eyes again, she kisses your hand softly and slowly drifts to sleep.

Natasha isn't sure how long she slept but none of that matters when she starts to hear you stir awake. "Nat," you call out weakly, quickly moving your hand to your stomach. You grew confused as it felt different, still affected from sleep you couldn't wrap your head around it.

Natasha quickly sat up and hugged you carefully, "I'm here Y/N/N, I'm here."

You turn to her, confused as to why she looks like she's been crying. You carefully examine her and realize that look in her eye, the same look she had after that mission that your brother, Pietro died. Tears start to fill your eyes as you realize what the feeling was. You whisper, "is the baby okay Natty?"

You already know the answer but you're clinging onto hope that you're wrong. She takes a deep breath and pressed a kiss to your temple, she slightly shakes her head, "the doctors said there was just too much damage with the blood loss. They couldn't resuscitate her."

Natasha clenched her jaw as she tried to keep her composure, trying to be strong for you knowing how hard this would affect you. Her words run through your head and you feel your heart shatter. Tears make their way down your face as you cling onto Natasha. "I'm so sorry baby," she whispers while holding you and rubbing soothing circles trying her best to comfort you.

"Her," you question weakly against Nat's shoulder. She slowly pulls away and nods, "we were going to have a beautiful baby girl." Everything in you breaks even more as guilt starts to feel your body. You cling even tighter onto Natasha as you repeatedly apologize to her, feeling like you failed as a wife and as a mother for not being able to fully carry your baby.

—3 Months Later—

You lazily laid in bed most of the days, not having enough energy or the will to get out of bed anymore. Natasha would always try to force you up but it would just lead to a fight. You quietly groaned as you felt the bed beside you dip, not having the energy to argue or even talk with the person next to you.

Natasha slowly climbed into the space next to you and slightly shifted towards you. She missed you, she missed the way you would talk to her about anything and everything all the time, now conversations between you two were short or just arguments, she missed the way your skin would feel under her touch, she missed the way she could smell your scent as she nuzzled her face in your neck, she missed your smile and laughter, it was rare for you to laugh now, she missed her wife.

"Baby," Natasha whispered softly, "can we please talk." You kept your position, laying on your side not giving a response to Natasha. After a while of silence Nat slowly shifted towards you more and carefully placed a hand on top of your waist. A smile ghosted her lips when you didn't push her away this time, a couple moments later she wrapped her arm over your waist, causing her to touch your stomach. It was completely innocent, she just wanted to bring you into her in hopes of having you close to her again.

The touch brought you out of your head and you abruptly pushed her arm away and got out of bed. You scoffed with your back towards her, "I don't appreciate you doing that." Natasha sighed and sat up, she didn't understand why you were being so cold with her. Well, she did understand but she couldn't understand why you didn't want to be close to her anymore. She lost just as much as you did.

She took a deep breath and straightened her posture, "I'm your wife Y/N. I should be able to touch you without you getting mad."

You spun to face her with a glare on your face. You crossed your arms, "so what? Just because I'm your wife I should give my body to you?" Natasha immediately shook her head and stood up from the bed to properly face you from her side. She ran a hand through her hair, "that's not what I mean. You know that's not what I meant, I just-"

"No," you exclaimed, all you anger finally just leaving your body. Anger you've kept inside that you couldn't keep your daughter with you, anger that you felt like you failed Nat, anger at everything. You threw you hands up, "maybe I should just lay there on the bed while you do your business? Maybe then I'll be a good wife. Here," you say throwing yourself on the bed, "have your way since I don't let you touch me."

Natasha sighed and placed her hands on her hips. She didn't respond right away deciding to study you, the way your chest rose and fell quickly, your hands balled in fists to your sides, the way your eyes no longer held the light they used to always have, the way you looked completely and utterly broken. She started to fear that she had lost you forever, that she let you lose yourself so much in grieving instead of doing more to help you.

She chose her words carefully and grabbed a pillow, "I'll sleep in the guest room until you're comfortable with me again." She stayed a couple seconds, giving you time to ask her to stay but you didn't. You stayed quiet while staring at the ceiling, so she made her way out the room.

—3 months later—

You fiddled with your wedding ring while your hands rested on your lap, not daring to look up to face your therapist. You could feel her stare on you, the one she would always give when these sessions barely started.

"So," she began while fiddling with her pen, "how was this week?"

You sighed and finally got the courage to face your therapist. You stopped fiddling with the ring and rubbed your hands on your thighs in an attempt to calm yourself, "it was better than other weeks."

She hummed in acknowledgment, "I can see you're wearing your ring again."

You let a small smile creep on your face as you looked at the elegant diamond on your finger. The best of memories you used to share with your wife flooding your brain. "I am," you simply stated.

Your therapist scribbled some things in her notebook. "Is Natasha still sleeping in the guest bedroom," she questioned while crossing her leg over the other.

You stomach turned at her words. Deep down, you wanted her to hold you like she used to but couldn't find the courage to let her. You didn't feel like you deserved it. You ran a hand through your hair, "yes."

"Y/N," she started, "did you do your homework?"

"No," you simply stated.

She sighed and placed her notebook on the table next to her. You placed your stare back to the ground, it was easier to just not face people anymore. "Do you remember what your homework was?"

You sighed and started to pick at your cracked nail polish, "talk to Natasha about coming back to our bedroom."

"Now," she said while leaning forward in her chair trying to catch your eye, "why didn't you do it?"

Your throat started to form a lump, all of a sudden talking became the hardest thing to do. You cleared your throat, "I just didn't get around to talking to her."

You never did anymore. You even managed to plan your day in a way that you hardly interacted with her anymore. It was easier this way, easier to ignore the disappointment you had of failing Natasha.

"Listen Y/N," your therapist began, "I just don't understand what happened. Last session we hit a real breakthrough. You, yourself said that you were ready to finally take her in again and I could tell it was genuine. You were ready so what happened?"

Tears pricked at your eyes but you refused to let them down. You quickly wiped your eyes and faced her, "we went to visit one of her close friends."

Your therapist hummed in response giving you time to gather your thoughts to explain. You cleared your throat, "Clint and his wife, Laura, they have a son and were expecting a second child. It was normal to go with them, it's not like this was the first time we go to visit them since the incident but this time just broke something in me."

She grabbed a glass of water and took a quick sip, "why?"

You snorted a short giggle, "they had said that they had a surprise for us so we quickly made plans for that day. When we arrived, turns out she had already popped the baby out, a girl to be more specific." You took a deep breath as tears started to flow, "Natasha looked so happy and ecstatic when she held her and it just made me jealous. Jealous that they were able to have another kid and I couldn't even have one. Jealous that my wife looked that happy carrying another baby, she should've had that excitement with our baby."

Your therapist went to say something until you kindly held your hand up signaling you had more, "and then they asked me if I wanted to hold her and I didn't want to be rude so I did but while I was Clint decided it was best to ask us another question. He asked Natasha and I to be the godparents and Nat quickly obliged but I just couldn't take it anymore. It was just too much and I just gave the baby to Nat and waited in the car. She had tried to get me to talk about it but I just couldn't."

"You're still angry," she said while grabbing her notebook and scribbling some more, "it's okay to be angry. You went through something so unimaginable."

You sniffled trying to grab your composure and whispered, "I know."

"But so did Natasha," she said causing you to snap your gaze to your therapist. "She also lost her, she also lost a daughter. I've seen the doctors files, the incident had nothing to do with your body. It wasn't your fault."

You shook your head and scoffed, "if I were stronger or did something more maybe she-"

"It wasn't your fault," she repeated, "you need to realize that because quite frankly I've seen this happen before and often times it ends in the other person leaving. I can't sweeten it up anymore, Natasha might get tired of waiting one day and I don't want that for you two."

"It wasn't my fault," you said, something in you finally clicking in place. You looked at your wedding ring and smiled, "it wasn't my fault."

—

You entered the front door to your house, a new feeling erupting your chest. You quickly ran to the guest bedroom, ready to start fixing everything. When you approached her door you knocked quickly, doing everything to get her to open the door faster. When she opened it she looked a bit concerned, "is everything okay Y/N/N?"

You just smiled at her and wrapped your arms around her neck to bring her into you causing her to wrap her arms around your waist. She raised and eyebrow at you, "what's going on? Not that I don't like this but-"

You cut her off by capturing her lips in yours giving her a passionate kiss, spilling everything from these past months into it to show her you still wanted her, you still needed her. You pulled away reluctantly when breathing became an issue, you laid your forehead against hers while still having your eyes closed trying to take in this moment. She leaned in again to give you a soft kiss to your nose bringing you back to reality. You opened your eyes to see her staring right back at you with so much love, love that never seemed to fade even through these past months.

"I want you to come back to our room, please," you whispered. She smiled widely and nodded, "okay." You played with the baby hairs on the back of her neck, trying to take her in, trying to memorize everything that you had missed. You placed your head on her shoulder, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for shutting you out and not even acknowledging your hurt and grieving. I'm so sorry," you started to repeatedly say while tears started to form in your eyes. She softly grabbed your face and brought it to face her, she used her thumbs to wipe your tears away with so much care it made you cry even more, this woman was too good for the world.

She placed a kiss on your temple and said, "it's okay. It's okay, I should've tried harder to help you but I just didn't know how. I'm just happy you're with me again."

You placed a kiss on her lips again and yawned when you pulled away causing her to chuckle, god did you miss that sound. She picked you up bridal style and walked to the master bedroom. She carefully placed you on the bed and went to her side. You felt the bed dip beside you and this time you welcomed it, cherished it. She hesitatingly scooted towards you and placed her arm on your hip. You smiled at the feeling of her touch but craved more, you interlaced your fingers with hers and  brought her arm to wrap around your stomach causing her to pull you closer against her front.

She snuggled into you, taking in your scent and warmth. You turned slightly to face her and whispered, "I love you Natasha. I love you so much." She used her free arm to prop her up to face you, "I adore you my love. I love you too." She sent a kiss to your lips once more and when she pulled away you turned again to lay on your side and snuggled into her touch letting sleep consume you.

Natasha and you would talk in the morning but right now, nothing could be more perfect than this.

-2 months later-

Natasha slumped on the bed while still in her clothes. She was wearing formal pants and a red button down with a black tie that was slightly wrinkled now from the night. She lazily swiped through her phone while waiting for you to finish washing up in the restroom.

She heard the door click and glanced up from her phone quickly before taking a double take to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. As she placed her phone on the nightstand she sat up to sit on the front edge of the bed taking you in.

You were standing in the doorway of the restroom with a smirk on your face, the red lingerie you're wearing making your confidence go up. You bit your bottom lip and slowly walked towards her. You straddled her waist and leaned in to give her a passionate loving kiss. When you pulled back she said, "is this?"

"I'm ready," you whispered while placing soft kisses on her jaw and neck, "I'm ready to start trying again." You cupped her face in your hands while looking into her green eyes, "are you?"

This time, it was her turn to look into your eyes,  searching for any signs that you didn't want really want this, that you weren't truly ready but there was nothing but love and want. She slowly nodded and smiled, "I'm ready baby."

You smiled and passionately kissed her while starting to undo her belt. Natasha carefully grabbed you and placed you on your back, she took a second to stare into your eyes again causing you to chuckle, "what is it?"

She rand her hand up the side of your stomach causing you to shiver, "you're beautiful Y/N." She leaned down to start placing kisses on your collarbone, "you're so beautiful."

It was passionate and slow, you put everything into the kisses you would give her to let her know how much you loved her while she put everything in her deep long strokes, focusing on making sure you knew how much she needed you. She made sure to hold your hand as you came undone around her causing her to follow and finish inside you.

For the first time since the tragedy the two of you made love to each other.

-7 years later-

Natasha opened the door to the car and offered her hand for you to take. You walked hand in hand with her while crossing the street to enter the doors to the gym. While the two of you walked through the hallway, she placed a quick kiss to your cheek.

As you approached the table to pay to enter, Natasha let go of her hand to buy them. "for two please," she said while addressing the lady on the other end. Natasha payed the woman the money and motioned for you to give her your hand so the woman could stamp it. "Thank you," you said while starting to walk away. "No problems and congrats," the woman said motioning towards your stomach. Nat placed a hand on the small of your back to help lead you to the court.

You nodded in thanks and went to find a seat to watch your daughter's basketball game. As the two of your sat down, you searched for your daughter out on the court. The game had just started, thankfully Natasha and you didn't miss that much. As you look at the girls on the court you finally see your daughter, Hope, playing defense on another girl.

"Hope's in, I hope they win," you say to Natasha while pointing at her. Nat smiles and places her hand on your knee, "they have Hope, of course they're going to win." You laugh while watching the game play out. Hope quickly snatches the ball from a girl on the opposite team and starts quickly dribbling down the court and scored a layup. Natasha stands up and cheers for her causing you to laugh and smile wide at the image in front of you.

It's everything you've ever wanted. Your wife, your daughter, and a son on the way, nothing could compare to this.