#that he's gonna fight tooth and nail to NOT eat that

[yoroiis]

@waltzofphoenix

" U-Uh...as much as I appreciate the gesture, Milord, I think I'll opt out of that much this time. Between you and me, I really would like to keep tasting things for the rest of the day, if that's okay with you? "

In fact, Thoma was trying as hard as he could to hide the grimace he felt coming on just from the thought of adding more spice to that tofu! It already looked heated enough to light half of Narukami Island on fire, let alone his mouth. Tofu was already an ingredient that soaked up whatever flavors and spices it touched as is was and if looks were anything-

Even his own pyro Vision wouldn't stand a chance with that dish! Thoma would just keep trying to dodge tasting it for as long as he could...even if he was a lightweight when it came to denying Ayato.

" Hopefully you thought of me because I would've defended your honor that quick, too, and not because you'd thought I would've repeated a recipe like that here, right? "

[seventh-district]

so uh. that 2.2 Special Program, huh

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Holidays w/ Him

Your first year living with your favorite lads man and you get to spend the holidays together. How I imagine they act during this holiday season. [Requested by: 🌻 Anon]

𝚉𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘

He’s the boyfriend who stands behind you and guides your hands in whatever food you’re prepping

Still a workaholic up until Thanksgiving day, but will find time to help you cook

Suggests to make more desserts because he can’t control his sweet tooth

makes your plate for you “Eat well my love”

tries to start his meal with a slice of pie ; you have to take it and make him eat some actual food first “Desserts are for after the meal” “Desserts can be a meal” “No”

tidying up behind you so much that you don’t even get the chance to help clean up

would definitely do a video call with you to his parents to wish them happy holidays

if you take him home to your family your parents would fall in love with him immediately

ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤

wants all the holiday sweets and treats

the type of boyfriend who wants to take you to every bakery so you can eat their limited time only holiday sweets

he brings you hot chocolate with marshmallows and a splash of peppermint while you decorate the house

stands by holding the decorations for you

he would definitely still be working during this time but, he would spend every moment he could with you when he’s home

watches Christmas movies with you until you fall asleep and he carries you to bed

hides your gifts in his office at the hospital if you start getting nosy

all over you when you’re baking Christmas cookies, showering you in kisses, arms constantly wrapped around you and sneaking a cookie here and there when you’re not looking

Cozy morning w/ Christmas breakfast before you exchange gifts

ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤

Wants to give you that New Years kiss you’ve been talking about

takes you to a secluded rooftop patio where you can see the fireworks and share a kiss “Now we’ll last forever” “There was never a doubt in my mind”

if he’s working he rushes home just to give you that kiss at midnight

𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚕

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘

100% a backseat chef while you’re cooking “You should probably turn the heat down” “Can you go paint or something?”

clingy af he would be all in your face while you’re trying to cook “Are you going to help or are you just gonna hang on me like a koala” “I am helping im here for moral support”

gets extremely competitive when your family pulls out any game “Im about to flip the table” “Please don’t”

Eats so elegantly your parents are wondering if you’re dating royalty (which you are)

ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤

Bought the biggest tree he can find “This is going to take weeks to decorate” “You should just stay here for the rest of the month then”

arts and crafts everything for decorations, he’s painting ornaments with you, anything you can find that you want as a decoration believe he will be making it for you/with you

complains about the cold like he hasn't experienced it before as you drag him to go ice skating or sledding “It’s too cold why is the sun out and i'm still freezing” “Maybe because thats how winter works Raf” “I hate it here”

wakes you up early as hell to open gifts, loves literally anything you buy him

Christmas movie nights w/ face masks, popcorn snacks, and matching pajamas

heavy on the matching pajamas, bought 12 pairs for 12 days of Christmas

ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤

watches the fireworks with you through the studio floor to ceiling windows wrapped in a blanket

doesn’t understand why you want a new years kiss so bad, but he’ll gladly do it of course

sips his champagne and pushes the cold liquid into your mouth as he kisses you now you shared a kiss and a drink right at midnight "I call that a two for one deal" "Stop talking"

𝚇𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘

Fighting tooth and nail to keep his ass out the kitchen “Xavier I got it don’t worry” “I can just stir the yams” “No really it’s fine just go relax you had a long day”

You end up letting him slice the turkey and he ends up slicing through the whole damn pan “Why don’t you just set the table….” “Yes ma’am”

not a single leftover because this man ate everything

if you took him home to your family for Thanksgiving your parents are questioning if you starve him “He has a bottomless pit in his stomach” “No I don’t” “Lie again”

ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤

Cold snowy days you two aren’t leaving the bed, he’s curling around you and snoring softly into your boobs

helps you decorate the tree, but asks endless questions “Where do you want this one?” “Just put it anywhere Xav” “Is right here fine?” “Yes right there is fine” “What about this one?” he’s not trying to annoy you he just wants Christmas with you to be perfect

Cookie decorating together, no cooking so it should be safe

late nights ordering in and watching Christmas movies or reading some books that fit the Christmas aesthetic

ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤

watches fireworks with you from the balcony with warm eggnog topped with cinnamon

be prepared to stay up late after that midnight kiss because he’s not stopping, both sets of lips will get kissed

𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚜

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘

Spending thanksgiving with him and the boy was like a mini family of it’s own

Luke and Kieran helped you prep and you made Sylus help as well “I need to slow cook these greens overnight so start removing the leaf from the stem please” “Are you telling me what to do?” “Yes …. I am …. is there a problem?”

Sylus constantly sends the twins and Mephisto back to the store so he has a reason to be alone with you while you’re cooking

constantly brings up how the chef should be doing this, but you insist that the whole point is to cook together "You know you can just send a menu to the chef" "No it's more home-y this way"

ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤

hands you his black card and takes you store to store telling you to have fun "I can buy anything I want?" "Anything"

takes you to a privately owned resort (He owns it) for a holiday Christmas trip, bringing Luke and Kieran along begrudgingly because you ‘didn’t want to leave your boys behind’

all those pictures and videos you sent him of fun stuff to do around the holidays he makes it happen

you wanna go snowboarding? he’s on it. Skiing? done. glass blowing Christmas ornaments? done.

Watches with the softest smile on his face as you and the twins decorate the big ass tree you picked out “Sylus I need you” “What is it Princess?” “Let me sit on your shoulders so I can get these ornaments on top of the tree” rolls his eyes, but puts you on his shoulders anyway

wraps you up in his arms and a blanket while you four have a Christmas movie night; carries you to bed when you fall asleep

watches Christmas musicals with you as well

living room is overflowing with gifts for you because this man bought you everything you’ve mentioned that you wanted for the past 3 months

his face may look annoyed when you drag him around from store to store and activity to activity, but he’s more than happy to do it as long as he’s with you

ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤

Argues with you until 11:59pm just to piss you off “How does good luck factor into this?” “Im not about to argue with you about this” “Too late sweetie you’ve been arguing with me for the last fifteen minutes” “Because you’re being so difficult do you not want-” he’d shut you up with a kiss right at midnight. “I guess this means we’ll last forever now huh?”

[chisatowo]

Thinking abt Aris and Tali's family again and it fucking kills me anytime I think abt them even a lil bit just everyone involved deserved so much fucking better. Except for Aris' mom she deserves to burn.

[leafington]

𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙩, 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙞𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩! - kei t.

content warning !! - infidelity (again. yes ik im wringing this dry), older!reader, blackfem!reader, loser!tsukki bc im a sucker, timeskip!tsukki, ooc (somewhat), very light angst, slight smut, fluff, masturbation

a/n - AND IT WAS THE KISS WHEN U HELD ME CAPTIVE, HE LYIN TO ME AND IM LYIN TO HIM 😛 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TSUKIPOO

VIRGIN!TSUKISHIMA nearly fell out on the floor meeting you for the first time, attending his first ever frat party thanks to one of his teammate's pestering. He hadn't a single clue how to manage himself there, the beer tasted like ass, the people were rowdy, not to mention loud. The highlight of his night being seeing you waltz in with a group of friends, and in the midst of all the crowding, you locked eyes with him.

VIRGIN!TSUKISHIMA was a nervous wreck when you walked up to him in that low-cut top, using it to your advantage when buttering him up by saying how "cute" he was and how you were gonna "eat him up", both of which he played off and said you were being dumb. The more you spoke the tighter his pants felt, and not just because of your tits being the most distracting thing in his sight, but because of the natural charm and maturity that surrounded you.

VIRGIN!TSUKKI who played oblivious when you tried and failed to lay him down for the night but he wanted more than just a quick fuck with you. He wanted to drag this out for as long as he could for no particular reason other than needing to know the woman behind all that... well... woman. That face... that body... the look in your eyes that showed your shared interest as well.

VIRGIN!TSUKKI who returned to his dorm a little later than usual to tuck himself away, lock his door, and stuff a towel beneath the small opening of his door. He felt so ashamed when he pulled his flushed cock out of his boxers, hips slowly rutting into his hand with the image of you in his mind. He could only imagine how your lips would feel around him, what you'd do after hearing how pathetic he sounds despite showing fake disdain for you.

VIRGIN!TSUKKI who ended up stroking himself every other night because all of a sudden you were everywhere he was! On campus, off campus, the library, hell, he didn't even know you were in is archeology course! Of course, when he did realize, he saw you being all friendly with some guy who sat next to you and it didn't take a genius to know it was your boyfriend.

VIRGIN!TSUKKI who attempted to avoid you at all costs, even just seeing someone who resembled you drove him crazy. With this newfound knowledge of there being someone else in the picture, he decided he wanted nothing to do with you. But after running into you during the late hours of his shift and gazed into your eyes again, he could hardly think rationally about what he'd do next.

VIRGIN!TSUKKI who wound up clashing lips with you somewhere near the nonfiction, fantasy, or maybe around the autobiography section of the library. He couldn't remember. He didn't even register that he was making out with someone else's girlfriend, only that he was actually kissing someone.

VIRGIN!TSUKKI who pledged to never let it happen again but you just needed more and more of him! He'd fight tooth and nail against your confidence that your boyfriend wouldn't find out, that it didn't matter because at the end of the day it was him you wanted and not your sorry excuse of a boyfriend. When he'd ask why, you dismiss him before proceeding to press sweet and needy kisses on his jaw.

VIRGIN!TSUKKI who swore he wouldn't allow this situationship to go beyond just sneaking around and fondling one another, but eventually he gave up on that when you started showing up at his doorstep during a storm in tears and a runny-nose, words near intelligible when you rambled about catching him for the fifth time this week with another girl.

VIRGIN!TSUKKI who willingly gave himself to you and your insistence that only he could make you feel good, that he could actually make you feel something besides the dampness in your panties, and he went feral. He kissed up and down your neck, peeled your soaked clothing off, and begged, yes—begged—for you to use him as much as you needed, and who were you to ignore a poor guy's wishes?

VIRGIN!TSUKKI found out that night that he was way more pathetic than he thought. Always fantasizing that he'd be the one to reduce you to tears, pleading, and submission from your initial confident self just to be the one doing all that instead. He thought he'd die when you sucked him off heavenly, pretty lips he wished for every night in the past feeling better than he imagined, tongue doing wonders on him that he never saw coming. Once he got that pussy, it was over for him.

VIRGIN!TSUKKI spilled into you so many times, profusely apologizing even though you told him he was okay and continued riding all of his sense of being away. He didn't even think he had all that in him until he saw his own seed leaking out of you in such a similar way to the videos he's seen.

DEFLOWERED!TSUKISHIMA who held himself a little higher than before after his night with you, even with the guilt of smashing someone's girlfriend hanging over his head, but could he really feel that bad? After all, she came to him with her problems and wanted him to fix it.

Guess you both ain't shit.

©2024 leafington dont steal please!! :)

[blueicequeen19]

Reunited

Warnings: none? JJ released from jail, unprotected sexy time, oral

You wanted to be the one to pick him up when he was released but John B insisted. So you’d spent the last few hours cleaning things that didn’t need cleaned, rearranging the living room, and cooking up everything in the fridge. You even changed your outfit four times before you finally realized it wouldn’t be on you long enough for him to notice.

You’d stopped in your tracks the moment you heard the door open, the two of you frozen in place as you looked each other over. He still looked so fucking good. The red cut off that showed his sculpted arms. The jeans that hung low on his waist. The shark tooth necklace around his neck.

JJ was home.

You were across the room and jumped into his arms a moment later, barely letting him completely inside before you engulfed him.

“Baby.” You melt in his warm embrace from the raw emotion in his voice, his face buried in your neck as he holds you tight. So tightly that you can feel the racing of his heart.

“I missed you so fucking much.” You fight off the tears again as you take a second to just breathe him in. He smelled the same but different. He’d put on more muscle and his hair was a little longer. The tang of weed was gone from his clothes but he still smelled like mint and leather.

“I missed you too. More than you know. So fucking much.” You pulled back to look at him, cupping his face gently. He looked.. tired. Defeated. His eyes weren’t sparkling with mischief like they usually did and his mouth wasn’t tipped up in a knowing smirk.

“I love you, JJ Maybank.” You felt like reassurance was what he needed right now and he smiled in return, pulling you in for a gentle kiss. The moment your lips met it became anything but gentle. Fire coursed through your veins almost immediately. A throaty groan left his lips and your back was suddenly against the wall, his duffle dropped on the floor so his hands could trace your curves.

Every worry you’d had was replaced with white, hot desire that burned all the way down to your toes. Your sundress was ripped over your head between kisses before you found yourself somehow flat on the kitchen table.

“We have family dinner tonight to welcome you home.” You rasp as he kisses every square inch of your body as he slowly peels your panties off.

“This is what I want to eat.” JJ groans, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he settles in between your thighs. The first swipe of his tongue has your body bowing off the table. It had been too long. There’s nothing sweet and savoring about his movements. Your hands quickly find his hair as he threatens to steal your soul through your pussy.

“JJ, please, baby, please. I need you.” You beg, his head squeezed between your thighs.

“I’m right here.” JJ mumbles around the flesh of your leg, leaving marks as he goes.

“JJ—.”

“I’m gonna fuck you in every position I can think of.” You gasp as he shoves your legs open and stands to his full height. It’s impossible not to watch as he peels his shirt off, revealing defined abs and a meatier chest. A total wet dream.

“You’re not leaving my bed until I’m done.” You hear the thud of his boots then his shorts are gone next. His cock is rock hard and weeping as it juts up towards his navel. Your insides pulsed, ready to him inside you.

“You’re going to beg and cry and scream for me, baby.” He leans over you, kissing you deeply as his cock nudges your inner thigh. You suck on his tongue, raking your nails down his back as you taste yourself. Only when you’re trembling and reaching for what you desperately want does he finally pull back. That spark is back in his eyes as he slides his cock up and down your slit, his smirk on full display.

“So cancel the dinner. Because we’re gonna be here awhile.” You open your mouth to protest but he’s inside you with the next breath, his cock touching so deep that your eyes nearly cross. The loud moan that escapes him is music to your ears as he wastes no time rutting into you.

“JJ!” You cry, continuing to chant his name as he fucks you like a man who just went six months without you. There’s no love making. No sweet words or gentle caressing. Just pure need. His hands are rough on your body, pinching and slapping at your breasts as they bounce with every harsh thrust.

“Do you know how many times I jerked off thinking about this pussy?” JJ growls, but you barely hear him over his heavy breathing and the sloppy wet sounds of him fucking you.

“How badly I missed the way you squeeze me right before you cum? Or that little sound you make when it’s too much for ya?” His mouth finds your nipples as the band inside your belly threatens to snap.

“The way you like to be fucked like a worthless little slut while I call you a good girl.” His blue eyes find yours, his teeth around your nipple as he rolls his hips, hitting you so deep and perfectly that you can hardly think.

“Baby, please.” You sob, gripping his biceps as he straightens again. His hands have a bruising grip on your thighs as he fucks you slow and lazily.

Suddenly he’s flipping you over, your toes barely touching the floor before he’s entering you from behind. His hand wraps around your throat, pulling you against his chest. His cock was so deep. So thick.

“Oh— God—.”

“Nope. Just me, darlin’.” JJ whispers in your ear, his hips not faltering in his rough movements. You reach back to fist his hair, his lips finding yours in a wet, tongue filled kiss. His hand slides down your front, pushing your hips back to meet every thrust.

“You feel so goddamn good. Better than I remember. I could live in this pussy.” JJ bites your lip before sucking it into his mouth, fingers thrumming over your slick clit. The need to cum was almost too great. Your clit was pulsing and you could barely catch your breath.

“Make me cum.” You breathed against his mouth, your hand covering his as he teased.

“But I’m not done yet. And if you scream my name then I’ll definitely cum before I’m ready.” You open your mouth to protest but he forces you down on the table, your breasts smashed against the wood as he presses down on the center of your back. He pounds into you ruthlessly, holding you in place as he pounds into you over and over. You open your mouth to scream but he’s suddenly shoving something in your mouth — your panties — as he keeps pace. You cum so hard you see stars, unable to suck in a deep breath as he slams into you harder than before.

“Fuckkkkkk.” JJ lifts one of your legs onto the table, his pace growing sloppy as he quickly finds his own release. Your body trembles, wetness dripping onto the floor as he cums with a loud groan, pumping you full of his seed until you’re weak and unable to hold yourself up anymore.

“You did so good.” You don’t open your eyes when he scoops you into his arms, no doubt heading for the bathroom to clean you up.

“My good fucking girl.” Your back meets the bed and your eyelids flutter as you try to find your bearings. You feel the sticky mess between your thighs as he starts to drip out of you but he doesn’t seem to care as he settles between your thighs.

“Wait, no, I’m so sore, babe.” You try to sit up but he’s there, pushing you back down as he trails kisses up your thighs.

“Better get used to that, pretty girl, because I’m not gonna be done for a while.” His mouth finds your clit, two thick fingers suddenly curling inside your pulsing walls until you’re crying out, trying to twist away from him.

It’s not until he rips multiple orgasms from you as tears stream down your face, tasting you from front to back that you finally realize you’re completely and utterly done for.

[ronearoundblindly]

I am sorry but I'm going to need a Ransom story with this prompt. It can be RoaR or a one-off, he can love it or hate it in this space, he can see it over Reader's shoulder on the computer screen, your choice!

o.0 oh boi oh boi oh boi! Fall Vibes but it's gonna be my summer challenge submission to @the-slumberparty's Sundae Bar, featuring the flavors Cookies and Cream (soulmates) and Rocky Road (rags to riches) with the topping Oreos (marriage of convenience (reluctantly)). Also my second entry for @stargazingfangirl18's Birthday Bonenanza, featuring a babe in love and cranky about it + "can you just...hold me please?"

For Show Ransom Drysdale x poor!soulmate!reader

Summary: Ransom hates that you--his soulmate and wife--are nothing like him.

Warnings for smut and Ran's a**hole brain (rude, nasty thoughts that he barely even believes). Classic Lexi--this is cheeky, y'all, but you know it's because I can't help myself... MINORS DNI. Find all-age friendly fic on my Light Masterlist. WC 2.1k

Ran didn’t believe in love to start, but this is fucking ridiculous. Opposites attract? Get wrecked, asshole. He’s keeping opposites on the other side of the house. It’s not far enough.

It’s standard practice for the confirmation of matching soulmarks to act as a de facto marriage contract—common law, if you like,—and Ransom Drysdale fought tooth and nail to make you prove you had his name on you. He needed to see it with his own eyes or fuck that shit.

His is obvious; he can show it off. In fact, Ran is surprised by how long it took you to come forward, considering his family and status, considering his lifestyle of being very visible.

But no, he had to wait for a fucking database to pop out record of his match from your healthcare provider, and he had wait for that because the government knew about your health…because they know such things…about people who need their fucking money. The registration of soulmarks puts the financial responsibility on the soulmate if they end up having the means.

Now Ran is responsible for you, a woman he made lower the front of her panties in open court to reveal his goddamn name in his own goddamn handwriting imprinted right above her goddamn cunt, and suddenly it became his cunt, his problem, his responsibility.

You’re not even fun. You had no money and didn’t care to have any, so you moved your few, ratty belongings into his home, replacing nothing, offering nothing in return for his—well, in return for every fucking thing he has now being yours, too. It’s so fucked.

You don’t want to show off, and he has no intention of showing you off. He can’t be seen with you, not without the proper clothes or jewelry, and you refused to get them. Instead, Ransom leaves you alone in the house, doing whatever he wants, whenever he wants, as always. He won’t talk to you because he just gets furious every time. He’s not going to have deep conversations about the state of the world, though he might have one social justice issue he can fight for: the mother-fucking law that made you his wife without question.

Ran slams the kitchen cabinet storing all-white, matching stoneware mugs when he notices what’s missing: your single, sad, flea market mug. It’s clay so it always looks dirty, and he hates it.

He lightly punches his own neck in irritation.

He didn’t stand a chance fighting the marriage, not with your name in deep, port red letters creeping up his throat, higher than any turtleneck he’s ever owned. Coupled with his legal name resting snuggly beneath your pubes, it was obviously, technically accurate that you’re soulmates. When was the last time someone challenged that system, he thinks. That might be a better use of his money than—

Where are you anyway?

For all his annoyance, he hasn’t set eyes on you for days.

His house is large enough (and he spends so much time anywhere else) that you have your own room, which you didn’t question, and the kitchen is easy enough to share when one of you eats out with other people (as he does two to three times a day). You get the slightly bigger and more formal living room while Ran gets the den with the big TV. Really it’s been the perfect system for almost forgetting you exist.

He pours tea into his clean, white mug and leaves said big TV fairly loud on some program he wasn’t paying attention to, leaning over the granite countertop to see if he can spot you from this angle.

No luck.

He steps closer, sipping.

A little closer, more sipping, a purposeful smack of his lips to grab your attention if you are just around the corner.

There are two openings, both far larger than doorways, to the living room, each through the central hall. When he doesn’t immediately see you, he steps to the farther opening. What the—

What’d you do to his couch?

Is that every single pillow and blanket from your side of the house?

Did Yankee Candle Company throw up in here?

What, the fucking fireplace wasn’t enough ambiance for you? You had to make some sort of nest with his stuff? And there’s that ugly-ass mug, no coaster, on his super-expensive, reclaimed hardwood coffee table.

A pillow shifts.

No, not a pillow; it’s your back, and when you shift again, Ran sees one of the plush throw blankets slink farther down your bare skin. It’s the largest swath of your body he’s ever seen.

You lay with your arms folded, peering out the windows behind the couch, and you still haven’t fucking noticed him.

He huffs before realizing he isn’t listening to the faint TV anymore, but when he ticks his head, he sees your TV isn’t on either.

“”I think of nothing but you as I fall asleep at night”—” Ran hears a woman’s voice fake a deeper tone before switching to normal “—Javier says, pulling her soft curves into his hard body—”

You sigh dreamily and wiggle on the cushions. The blanket slides over the swell of your ass.

Ran stops moving mid-sip of tea.

“”Please, my darling, let me have you—“ this is fucking terrible, he thinks “—as only a lover can.””

Alright, now Ransom is just sad. You’re naked in his living room, rubbing your thighs together and listening to an erotic novel on your phone.

“Chloe felt his digits dance across her clavicle, his eyes enchanted by her heaving bosom…”

Go out to a club or restaurant with him? No. Wear nice clothes he could buy you? Nope.

“”Javi,” she gasps, distracted by his rough palm groping her breast hungrily, “I can’t believe you want me.””

Ran is going to fucking gag at the whining appall in the narrator’s voice.

Why listen to this awful shit instead of show off him as your husband? From the quick shiver racing down your spine and the curl of your toes where they hang over the cushion’s edge, it’s because you’re fucking horny for it.

Good god, how low are your standards?

He stalks forward, feet hitting the floor hard until he reaches the plush rug.

Startled, you peer over your shoulder at him, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights, and you begin scrambling to recover yourself.

Ran puts his cup down by yours. “Don’t move,” he orders, and to his surprise, you obey, keeping you head turned his direction and sinking back into the pillows.

“”How could you doubt? From the moment I met you, I adored you.””

He swivels to face the same direction as you, reaches out his hand and mime the stroke he’s contemplating tracing over your curves.

“”I’m yours,” Chloe breathes, Javier’s growing member signaling his desire against her silk-covered core.”

Ran finally bends until the tip of his middle finger grazes the inside of your thigh.

As he drags it over one cheek and down the other, you whine and push your ass toward his hand.

That’s…not bad, all things considered. You are his wife, after all, and you clearly want to be fucked. He won’t argue that having some other woman’s name scrawled on him hasn’t limited his game for quite a while. Financially independent or not, when a pussy is presented to him, Ransom will say ‘yes.’

He stops noticing the audio from your phone and just dives in, no sentiments or kind words of his own. He simply unbuckles his belt, pops the button of this jeans, and rips that zipper down before teasing your folds to find enough slick at your entrance to swirl around. He spreads you and your wetness with purpose. Each second that passes drives Ransom a little bit more insane.

Impatient, strung out like a virgin on prom night, he rushes to shove his pants out of the way and kicks one knee up between your legs, his other foot still on the floor. He pumps his fingers inside you until he’s knuckle-deep and nearly dripping, manhandling your hips to the right height to sink his tip into you.

Ran groans at how fucking good you feel. He’s probably just desperate. He’d be excited about any ol’ means to come right now.

He snaps his hips in small thrusts until his whole length glides in and out in seamless stimulation. You’ve buried your face in the pillow, so he can’t hear if you make any noise. He can, however, see your hands scratch at the upholstery and clench into fists. He can see you deepen the arch of your back, angling his dick to fuck just slightly down through your channel. The pressure squeezes the spongy head of his cock like a vice. He’ll never say it out loud, but your pussy is fucking perfect. God fucking dammit.

Ransom relentlessly drives into you, catching the sideview of your breasts bouncing each time his thighs slap yours. He smacks your ass once just to see if it jiggles for him, and that’s when your hand snakes to disappear between your legs. He expects you’re going for your clit which is good because he’s about to get off and get lost, but instead, he feels your soft fingers cup his balls.

He’s so enamored by the sensation that he switches to tiny pulses deep in your cunt while your hand wraps and rolls his sac gently. Twitching and tensing, Ran unabashedly moans until your walls constrict around his length.

He’s got to make you do that again.

Ransom collapses forward to lean over you, his own hand diving to find your clit, resting his palm right over your mound and soulmark. Every inch of his body burns hot with need. He humps wildly, resting his chin over your shoulder.

“”I don’t care how, Javi, just stick it in there. I need you. I need you so badly…””

“Jesus Christ,” Ran growls, “are they still not fucking?”

A giggle bursts from your lips, a sweet, happy sound he’s never heard from you before, and you reach for him. Your palm lands on his soulmark, your fingers curling to scratch the hairs at the nape of his neck, and there’s…there’s…

He can’t comprehend how your body fits his so well. He can’t reconcile this sudden swell of obsession in his gut for you. He’s enveloped in a binary system of souls, gravity tugging at that connection between you.

Ran doesn’t believe in love or destiny. He refuses. He believes in pleasure and perception, in accumulation and ownership.

The only thought left in his static-filled head is mine, mine, mine, mine.

He falls over the edge first, a satisfied shout punctuating each spurt he plants within you, furiously working your messy clit and kneading one breast in his free hand until he feels that squeeze again, and again, and again, dying to a flutter just as your shared cum leaks out around his cock.

By this time, Ran is panting and resting a sizable portion of his weight on you, knees knocked loose in his onslaught, pushing you both flat to the chaise cushion, feet dangling off the end.

You still hold each other’s mark in a comforting palm.

He’s speechless as the room fills with heated love declarations amidst passionate sex and bad dialogue. Ran tries to catch his fucking breath. He’s glad you don’t speak either.

Everything about his life—his past, his present, his future—sits utterly raw in front of him, and he can’t cope.

He makes the mistake of peeling his body off yours, releasing you and dislodging your hand. The cold emptiness which immediately sweeps over him is sickening, and Ran barely waits for you to roll onto your back before he wedges himself between your legs again, instinctually laying on his side, pressing his sweater-clad shoulder against your sopping folds just so he can rest his soulmark right on top of yours.

Euphoria returns to his body and mind, thick like honey and all-consuming.

He doesn’t want to admit it. He doesn’t want to talk about. He doesn’t want to live a moment without you.

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

Mercifully, the audio speaks for him.

“”Can you just…hold me please? That was…that was…””

“”So intense,” Javier rumbles, “so beautiful.””

Ransom, the preening trust fund baby, has finally found something all his own, something he doesn’t want to share, something shown only for him.

He refuses, however, to call it ‘love’…

…yet.

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

A/N: I'm fine.

[feralcherik]

Cherik fic idea: Cherik x house md

Something's happening to Charles. No one knows what. No doctors can say, but Erik knows from the looks they give each other when they think he's not looking - it's not good. Hank can't figure it out.

All they know is Charles keeps getting sicker and sicker. By the time the kids panicked enough to call Erik, it's months - Charles looks like a walking skeleton. You can count each rib, his eyes are sunken, he can't eat, he's barely conscious any day.

Of course, none of the doctors know the truth about his telepathy. Or about mutants. And Charles is fighting tooth and nail to keep it that way.

Until he just - stops.

Erik can't take this anymore.

Enter House.

Wait. What?

Not enter precisely. More like - fall onto scene. Erik snaps, puts all the manpower of the brotherhood into finding whoever - anyone - mutant Or not, absolutely anyone - who can help Charles. And so House is duly whisked away (I.e.lightly kidnapped) from his bed in the middle of the night like a maiden from her tower.

Erik looms. _"So this is what it has come to... The world's most powerful telepath, at the mercy of... This. "_

He hates it, of course. But this is what is supposedly the best. So this is what Charles gets.

The situation is explained. Begin House's characteristic irreverence. Antagonise the lunatic who can and will blow your head clean off. Mutants? Yeah, right. Gonna kill me? Haha, jokes on you! Whistling, needling Erik with no care whatsoever. Taps out a melody with his cane to that oirste cartoon theme song. Tbh he's not fully convinced this isn't a drug induced delusion dream.

Cue the superkids standing around - Raven, Hank, Alex, Selene - staring.

Erik points up with his hand, makes a fist. The cane pins House in place against the wall, across his neck.

"Is it easier to believe now? "

Raven stands at attention, shifts into the president. Erik lets the cane go. She shifts back.

House wheezing.

Hank - "Look, you like puzzles. Just - if you won't do this for, for decency or - what's a better puzzle than this?"

House coming around.

Follow the medical stuff to an episode, something to do with brain tumours maybe, and work in the telepathy.

In the end, I want House to roast the supremacy tendencies out of Erik. Charles and Erik reconcile properly. House decides to muck about more in mutant-ology.

Optional ending - House wakes with a start on his sofa. The tv is blaring softly - xmen first class. Beach divorce! 😅

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Fic idea! It's rotating slowly in my brain 😅😅 idk if anyone at all would be interested to read or write this lol

I've decided to post fic ideas that are rotating un my brain. There are actually a few of them. If not fics themselves, at least this version! Wish me luck on this journey 🤞

[auspicioustidings]

Ae Fond Kiss - Part 8 (Final)

A Red, Red Rose

Summary: A bombshell is dropped and you look to the future. Words: 2k TWs: mention of miscarriage

So I've lost interest in this fic hence why we have a rushed wrap up because I didn't just want to abandon it :') All parts - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

“We gonna do this forever then Johnny?”

It was a form of torture Simon was sure, them having lunch together once a week every week and making small talk. He missed his best friend. He missed being able to say something outrageous and knowing Johnny would call him a sick bastard and then immediately try to outdo him.

“Eat lunch?” Johnny replied a little miserably, shuffling pasta about his plate.

“Johnny…”

“What dae ye want me tae say LT?”

“Not your LT anymore, retired remember? And Price told me about your promotion.”

Captain John MacTavish did have a nice ring to it, and Soap had more than earned the stripes. In another world he’d have grinned at Ghost, smug as anything and making some comment about being able to order him around now. But instead he frowned and Simon hated it. 

“Talk to me for Christ sake!”

“I cannae! Ye want me tae tell ye how much I miss your wife? How it kills me that she’ll never forgive me and that she’s right about it?”

“Johnny…”

“Or were ye hoping tae hear that I dinnae even regret Las Almas? It’s ruined everything, but I’ve loved you since I broke my fingers on that stupid bloody mask and I didnae even realise until we nearly fucking died! Ignored it even when I did, had 9 years tae think about how either way I was breaking my own heart because it decided it loved two different people!”

Fuck. He was crying. Johnny was crying. And Simon was caught between wanting to kiss him or kill him. He had never expected to be loved back was the thing. He did something unbearably selfish on the understanding it was all one sided, that the fuck was just the adrenaline from thinking they were going to die and they’d forget it ever happened. And then everything had went to shit and he had fallen in love with Johnny’s widow. He’d already lost one person he loved because he was too scared to admit it, he just couldn’t do it again,  selfish asshole that he was. 

“You should regret it. You… we hurt her. Hurt her so bad that we might lose her.”

“Aye. I deserve tae lose her though, never deserved tae have her in the first place anyway. I just caught you in the crossfire of my sins.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Simon said with full derision.

This has gone on long enough. So what? Everyone was just supposed to be miserable forever? They were supposed to just lay down and take it? Johnny looked at him, hurt and confused. 

“I watched you fight every break up. You fought tooth and fucking nail to make it work. When you fucked up you made it up to her. When she fucked up you forgave her. And what? Now that Johnny is dead? Either you still love her and are willing to fight to get her back, or any part of the man I loved died in Russia.”

“You’ve lost yer fucking mind Si, she’s your wife!”

Simon stood, determined.

“And our wife needs to remember who she belongs to and who belongs to her.”

As he started marching off Johnny near choked and scrambled to follow.

“Ye cannae be serious! Leave her be Si! Ye cannae just barge in and-and-”

“And tell her she’ll try forgive us because we’ll spend the rest of our lives making it up to her? That we can start right now by showing her how well you can follow orders and how well I can give them for her benefit? I bloody well can and I’m bloody well going to. Either you’re with me or you can stay and mope.”

“...aye sir.”

–

Once upon a time Joey being at a sleepover was exciting, it meant some much needed alone time with your husband. Now though? The house felt cold, empty. You considered asking Gaz and Price’s partner if they’d come round to hang out, but it felt so messy when they were just as much Simon’s friend as they were yours. It would somehow make you miss him more. 

Everytime he was at the house briefly and you made polite conversation you wanted to cry. You had a few times, only after he was gone of course. That big fucking lummox. You wanted to strangle him, but then again that wasn’t exactly new. And you wanted rhubarb and sugar. Oh you could murder some rhubarb dipped in sugar like your parents used to give you as a kid. 

The door went just as you finished pouring a large glass of wine. Simon stood looking like he sometimes did when you were about to get absolutely ruined in bed and you swore your heart nearly stopped. Johnny was by his side, pupils blown with a blush crawling up his neck as if he somehow knew exactly what images just popped into your mind. Oh. Oh you suddenly wanted them so badly it hurt. 

And damn them for knowing you so well, for being able to fucking tell. Simon’s lips were on yours as he walked into the house, you being led backwards. You were clawing at his shirt as he squeezed your ass until you bumped into the kitchen island and realised how insane this was, pulling away to try find Johnny. He had followed, was swallowing thickly as Simon started to kiss and nip a path down your neck. This was insane. This was certifiably mental. You could not… have a threesome? Have a threesome with your husband and your husband who had fucked each other ten years ago on a mission before one faked his damn death. 

“W-what are you doing? We can’t…” you mumbled, trying to get your head on straight since currently your brain seemed to reside between your legs.

“Tell me what you need princess. Want me on my knees begging against your pussy? Want Johnny to fly you to Hawaii and keep you in the lap of luxury for a month? Want us to be here every single day in the garden announcing to the neighbours that we deserve a fucking whipping for how badly we fucked everything up with the gorgeous mother of our child?”

Christ almighty. So much for Simon being the unemotional and ineloquent one. You couldn’t handle this. You couldn’t handle how much you wanted to just give in. He made it sound so easy, like you could have them both, like they would give you whatever you wanted just to stay by your side despite what they’d done. He was going to his knees in front of you.

“Rhubarb!”

The room froze for a moment as Simon hit the ground with his knees and just stared at you.

“...is that, uh, a safeword?” Johnny asked, seemingly surprised out of the slack jawed, dazed state he seemed to have been in. 

“No. I mean I… rhubarb. You asked what I needed. Rhubarb and sugar, but we have sugar in the cupboard so… just the rhubarb.”

“...ok, rhubarb. We can do rhubarb” Simon said after a moment, taking it in his stride as he snuck a peck to your stomach where his head currently was and then stood. 

If they just left and went to the shops maybe you could… you didn’t know. Maybe you could hurriedly touch yourself to get rid of the ache between your legs and then neck your wine to get rid of the one in your chest. Simon turned and nodded to Johnny and took a few steps, so you picked up the glass of wine to calm yourself down only for Johnny to pluck it out of your hands.

“Unless you’ve suddenly developed a taste for red wine I’d appreciate that back” you snapped at him.

“And since you’ve suddenly developed a taste for rhubarb I’m naw giving it tae ye.”

“MacTavish” Simon scolded, sure Johnny was about to ruin what he was hoping was some reconciliation here.

“That’s not…” you started before you went pale. 

“How ye been feeling recently hen?”

Oh no. Not now. You just assumed you felt sick because of the stress. But then the take away food had seemed so off despite you usually loving it. You kept having to throw up. You were lethargic. And now you needed rhubarb and sugar, something you had only craved twice in your adult life, the most recent being over a decade ago. The last time you were pregnant. 

“What’s going on?” Simon asked, not liking at all how your face just fell as he strode back to you. “What did you do Johnny? It’s ok sweetheart, I’m sorry we just showed up, seemed like a good idea at the time. Just missed you so much.”

The universe had a sick sense of humour. Over a year of trying for a baby with this man. 18 fucking months. And you get pregnant right before your other husband comes back from the dead, the one it turns out your current husband has slept with behind your back? This could not be happening, but all the signs were there. When had you last had a period? You hadn’t even noticed that you were late with everything going on. 

You tried to do the maths in your head. It had been a few months since Johnny had come back, so you were at the very least that far along. 8 weeks. You had miscarried at 10. Maybe you were further along, maybe you were past the worst of the danger. God you prayed you were past the worst of the danger. 

“Si, gie her some room would ye? We’re right here, if ye want us tae be. It’s up to you, you dinnae have tae…” Johnny said, struggling to get out the words.

There was no thought in your mind that you would get rid of this baby, but the fact that he was putting that option out there when he himself had always been so desperate for a big family was something you appreciated more than you could say. Goddamnit, he still loved you. 9 years away and he still bloody loved you. Would still do whatever it took for you to be happy. Even if in that case this meant not having another baby.

How strange that you thought of this baby as his. How strange that you just as strongly thought of it as Simon’s. If the past few months had shown you anything it was that you could look after a child between the three of you, so it wasn’t like they had to be with you to do it. Even if you’d like them to be. Despite it all, you’d really fucking like them to be.

“Princess?”

You took a deep breath and smiled softly at Simon who was looking increasingly alarmed. You caressed his face and it felt like relief to touch him. 

“Maybe we can go a trip to the doctor on the way for the rhubarb Casper. Think we might be pregnant.”

–

A very healthy baby girl with an incredibly healthy set of lungs. You sang to her, love like A Red, Red Rose for your little Rose. You bawled your eyes out when Joey refused to turn down his hearing aids even when she was screaming at the top of her lungs because that was his baby sister and he would never not want to hear her. It was a good thing you could all sign with the way she drowned you all out, even Johnny as clumsy as his hands were with it had dedicated himself to learning since he had got home. 

You were fairly certain your little Rose was making Price broody with Gaz and their partner finding their grumpy old man losing his mind over a chubby baby adorable. Although there was a good chance Price wasn’t making any babies with how you had planted your foot in his groin when he finally came out of hiding. 

You were still figuring things out, but right now? Right now you were happy. You had two perfect children by two imperfect husbands. It was up in the air what your family was going to look like in the future. Did you want to forgive them? Even if you did, would you be friends and co-parents or something more?

That you hadn’t quite decided yet. But you were determined that whatever the future held for you, it was going to be a future full of love and laughter.

[ctheathy]

hi omg would you be able to do a smut nine x reader hcs??? i love how u tend to make the reader dominant, i'd love if in these hcs nine is suchhh a sub but tries to deny it and act dominant when really he so isn't... by smut it can range from heavy making out/suggestive to full on smut idm, whatever u can think of :3 (if ur gonna do full on nsfw can nine eat out the reader pls pls (afab reader)) tysmmm !!!!

Nine NSFW Headcanons

Nine x Reader

Suggestive+NSFW Headcanons

Short Concept

Author's note: pfft- Nine would be making sounds that haven’t even been discovered by science yet

Nine/Reader [Romantic]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Both reader+character are of legal age or aged-up for obvious reasons in this post!

These are smut headcanons, read at own risk. dom!Reader+sub!Nine • Partly !Female!Reader • 1/2 eating his darling out [Fem!reader] • Breast foreplay • Marking • Biting/nipping • Drooling/Salivating • 2/2 making out session [Gender-neutral!reader] • Gagging • You basically shove your tongue down his throat

- ½ Nine eating you out

I honestly just enjoy the idea that Nine is already quick to get hormonal and in the mood. But he gets in heat especially quick when you get a little too whiny and pouty. I just imagine you whimpering for one single time and his whole body would tense up, pressing his legs together and biting away at him bottom lip to the point it almost splits. Trying to keep himself from getting ...hard from something as simple as a subtle mewl. He is so weak towards you, your emotions and the way that you feel to the point any sense of self control can go out of the window. When you're showing signs of being turned on and when he can quite literally smell your arousal, he's gonna have to fight tooth and nail to not get aroused himself.

This is certainly not something that would have too much of an improbability of happening. As you see, the thing about Nine is that he can already be quite lustful in general due to his bottled up frustrations. Now add on several years of isolation from other creatures and you have a boy who hasn't satisfied his primal urges and inner desires for literal ages. But you can make all his anger, frustration and self-hatred turn into a desperate need and craving for you. You could enjoy taking away any sort of dignity and prideful nature that he has left when the intimacy gets to that point, before giving some of it back through your praise after the ordeal. You'd absolutely know him and his vulnerable spots good enough for you to really set him off, because at the end of the day, you'd always have him begging for more.

You could start off a bit simpler before allowing him to eat you out like that, but still feed into his uncontrollable horniness for you. You can begin with giving Nine the opportunity to touch your chest with his mouth, something despite with his shy embarrassment and hesitance, it being something he just couldn't say no to. You could just sit there and lean back all smugly, while Nine's on his paws and knees infront of you, shivering and head hanging down as he shakily reaches out to one of your breasts, fighting his dripping arousal from staring at your bare and exposed chest alone.

But that's a point of no return ...and to take it to the next level. After that heck of a fest Nine had with drooling all over your boobies, he'd definitely be more open and quick to agree to foreplay that includes him pleasing you in some manner, because ultimately, it really pleases him as well. Not only because your body shape and appearance triggers something inside of him, but because you trust him with your body. And that's how you two got to oral fixation, something Nine would want to think about it for a little while. I mean. HIS mouth?? DOWN there??? Though he would be lying if he wasn't intrigued by the idea. The way you excitedly spoke about it in detail got him excited too... And so, he would cave within under a week at max. Even with his denial, he would absolutely be the most eager in the ENTIRE world for that little taste of your bottom half and he would absolutely make sure that he wouldn’t let you down and leave you unsatisfied under any circumstance

And as soon as he gets one of the tips in his mouth, he could start to feel himself melt. It's just the softest and most squishy flesh he's ever felt in his life. His mouth would start watering the longer your breast is inside of him, and his saliva would slowly begin to seep all over your skin. He'd have his self-control at first, but it wouldn't take long before he'd needily start licking his drool over every inch of your chest as if trying to mark it. He'd be all over you and goes completely feral as soon as he feels your nipple hardening against his moist tongue, as he'd let out a soft moan while feeling that change in texture. Nine's tongue would just swirling around your chest, with his body shivering and trembling with every lick and swirl. He’d glance up at you with those pleading puppy-dog eyes for approval while you just look down at him with such a cheeky grin.

Nine would absolutely be reaching for your fluids like it’s a bottle of fresh water in the middle of the Sahara, he’s never wanted to try anything more in his whole life than he wants to have your sweet nectar right now. He would become so desperate and overstimulated that every second he’s away from it would seem like an eternity... and he'd just want the volcano to erupt in his mouth. If you could easily control yourself and just not let your climax happen. No matter if it's for the sake of teasing him or just having the self-control, this would only drive Nine further into going berserk. His entire existence would become centered around having that release in him one day, tasting you like you're the last meal on Mobius.

Nine would desperately try to keep his calm and pretend that he wouldn’t absolutely go crazy if he actually had a taste. He’d absolutely be in a huge need for more of you and it’d be such a spectacle. His face all red with him basically panting over you. And as soon as he'd even start, Nine wouldn’t be able to focus on any single thing at all. His senses would be completely overwhelmed from everything that’s going on because he’s not used to this kind of stuff at all. Even as he's the one eating you out, his own junk cannot help but keep pulsing as he continues doing it. He'd get a bit impatient and would really want more attention to be brought to his privates, so he might just start touching himself in the duration of the moment... which would definitely make him more vocal, even with his tongue in your folds. You could look down with amusement as he plays with himself, all while his needy moans begin echoing through the entrance of your body.

But Nine always seems to remain on high alert on what's happening to you physically. If you just so happened to let out any grunts or moaning noises, those sounds would go straight to in-between his legs. Any noise that indicates that you're enjoying yourself would definitely keep him going... Even if you're just breathing funnily, he'd get an adrenaline boost that motivates him to become more sensual with the movements of his tongue, getting more desperate to make sure to never fail you in this matter.

Though if you were the type to start squirming all over the place with his mouth still on you. Or if you were to rock your hips back and forth into his tongue, that's when he would just crumble and lose it. You'd just be using his tongue to make yourself feel good, something that turns him on so much more than he'd ever believe it would. His body would be going haywire and he would start gently biting and nipping on your most sensitive nerves to try and get even more of your juices, his tongue would be doing absolutely everything that it possibly could because he’s never been this aroused in his entire life. It would be a scenario that he will absolutely never get over and which he'd be utterly desperate to experience once again.

- Making out sessions

The thing about all of this that's the most exciting is just how absolutely convinced Nine is in his disliking towards being so vulnerable and in a submissive position, and yet he would be so incredibly needy for more. Even if there are moments where he doesn't enjoy being under your command, he would be begging you to continue, begging you to kiss him deeper, to go further than he's ever been, all for you. He must feel intimidated by how submissive he is around you, he must feel intimidated by how vulnerable you makes him feel, but he just can't stop, just can't stop wanting more of you and your sweet tongue.

The kisses that you give Nine is certainly something that manages to keep his on his toes. Though your pecks are as innocent and sloppy as it can be, every very time your mouth is on his, you manage to take control and shatter his mind little by little through the heat of the moment. You're always so teasing... pulling out and taking it back as soon as Nine is shown enjoying himself, keeping him so needy and so utterly horny for more while you feed him these little crumbs. As soon as you're slowly pressing your tongue to the back of his throat, you should purposely roll up your tongue as it's sliding down the back of his mouth. You'd have Nine gag at times with ease while his eyes keep rolling back with just how overstimulated he's getting. And with how teasing and playful you're being through the kiss, there's no way he'd be capable of keeping in his loud, pleading moans. He'd love the sensations so much but would feel so shameful for enjoying it as much as he does.

But at that point he would 100% be loudly begging for you. Crying out for more and more, for you to keep using your tongue on him because his brain is too overwhelmed with the intense pleasure he’s receiving to even really think about anything else other than how amazing it feels. I can picture him crying and sobbing, maybe even begging with you to take him to your room. He would become obsessed with that tongue of yours if you just kept it going for long enough.

He would have no choice in the matter, you would absolutely force him to look you right in the eyes as his vision blurred and his whole body trembled in a way he never thought possible. It would be so intense he'd think he was having a seizure. He would still find a way to keep trying to lock his eyes on yours to contain some sense of dominance, but his head would just be going back and forth, his tongue desperately reaching for yours whenever you pull back, needy to taste you again with his eyes rolling back and trying his absolute hardest to not explode. He couldn’t last much longer at that point, his body eager to betray him and his mouth and tongue would be yours further upon that point.

ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤

The poor bastard would look like he’s being electrocuted, the moment he’d try to maintain eye contact he’d just go cross eyed. He’d be completely and utterly broken at this point. As soon as you release him and let go, he’d be a puddle on the ground with his mouth wide open and eyes rolled, just mumbling absolute nonsense while you gaze down at him. A lovestruck, heart-filled look in his eyes as soon as he manages to get back to Earth Mobius. I’d be genuinely surprised if he could even recognize his own name at that point because he’s just been reduced to a drooling puppy who wants to satisfy you.

Something you'll have to make sure he keeps doing with his bratty bottom energy

[blackcat419]

The show tried so hard to convince us that S1 Alicent was wrong, while proving everything that she said was true 😭

What has anyone ever gotten in return for supporting Rhaenyra? ☠️⚰️⚱️🪦

Team black accuse Alicent of single handedly ruining or starting the ruin of House Targaryen but overlook that along with Corlys selfish ambitions, the Targaryens were the ruin for House Velaryon. Where the Targaryens had the privilege of restoring their house multiple times after they themselves brought it to ruin again and again with their infighting and insanity.

The Velaryons were never able to recover the wealth, reputation, relevance and Prestige that their house had pre dance and pre Corlys and Rhaenys bending over backwards to support Rhaenyra.

And the fans still call Vaemond the selfish one..

Baela’s line last season “I’m blood and fire, Driftmark must pass to salt and sea” did not eat like the writers thought it would because y’all were gonna let Lucerys steal it from your own blood??? He wasn’t of salt or sea, that boy was just one of Aemond’s “three very STRONG 😉😉” nephews.

Yeah it’s so annoying how much the show and fandom bends over backwards to justify all of Rhaenyra’s actions and condemn everything Alicent does.

If the show was smart we’d actually see characters reacting to Rhaenyra’s actions beyond “omg Alicent isn’t sucking up to Rhaenyra after she did X horrible thing? What a bitch”

Show us Corlys sinking due to his own ambitions and in the end condemning his whole house because he was so desperate to have more. Show us Rhaenys actually having conflict with Rhaenyra over literally everything Rajendra has done to her and her family!

Show Alicent being reaffirmed again and again that Rhaenyra will lead to the destruction of her and her children if she doesn’t fight against her tooth and nail.

[xamaxenta]

ASL all being raised on violence so they genuinely don’t understand softer touch, genuine kindness at first

Like these three feral jungle kids bit kicked scratched each other full on brawled one another because it was the only way they knew how to show affection

(Garp’s fist of love is not exactly a great point of reference for any of them, Dadan was also likewise heavy handed but lets be real these brats kicked her ass more than she kicked theirs lmao)

Luffy clicks with Zoro because Zoro’s just built like that, he’s built walls and his dreams to become the worlds greatest swordsman and nothings gonna stop him, So when Luffy decks him, hauls ass flings him about, its how Luffy shows affection, rocketing at top speed towards Zoro whilst yelling his name because he knows Zoro can take it, the same doesnt really go down well with Nami or Usopp, theyre not built the same way— bruises and bumps and scratches, Nami whacks him over the head all the time for stupid stuff she says and Luffy finds thats familiar, to which Usopp is like my guy my dude thats actually pretty effed up holy hell

Usopp and Sanji being the first of the crew to show Luffy that affection doesnt have to be violent (like usopp sharing a cool beetle he found, Sanji ruffling his hair because hes mad hes gotta wait until dinner for more food)

Ace fights a lot because it’s all he knows how to do right, hes good at it, he wins alot mostly but loses just as many times because he overestimates himself, maybe after fighting Whitebeard 100 times he doesnt let up and Whitebeard catches on immediately after Ace has taken his ink like son, just because i can kick your ass doesnt mean you have to go looking for it. Ace confused is like huh? But isnt this like a bonding activity and WB concerned asks Ace what his childhood was like and Ace shrugs uh. Absent everyone? Like everyone, kinda acted out a ton for attention and stuff, the WBP appalled at Ace’s viewpoint on violence versus affection look to multiple ways in which they can smother their newest brother with actual kind affection, naturally it starts with Marco approaching him with food and no other motive than to be kind — Ace used to fighting tooth and nail to eat looks so suspicious its almost heartbreaking

Sabo who’s never known a kind word from his blood parents and only begruding respect and tolerance from Dadan — hes perceptive, the fact this bandit lady with the crazy intense face is allowing him to freeload with Ace n Luffy tells him a ton about her, she’s coarse and rude and everything Sabo’s parents hate so naturally Sabo loves her, (its a shame we never got more Dadan and Sabo :(((((() gravitates towards Ace because he’s everythinf his parents hate too, wild uncouth loudmouthed and violent and they get along, they beat each other up bc its how they tell each other theyre strong ive got your back

And then he loses his memories and maybe thats a good thing because Sabo learns kindness with the revolutionaries, he feels seen and heard and respected (Big Applause to Dragon and Iva for listening to kid Sabo beg and plead not to go back to his old life and went okay hes ours now chadmindset love to see it) he learns that violence and affection are a double sided coin, that he can use his skills to fight and protect those that cant do it for themselves

ASL are a rowdy set of rabble rousin kiddos but its really nice to see how they develop as they got older bc of the people they encountered who help them understand theyre not alone as they think they are

[sapphirerogers]

I lack the wisdom required to write this fic, but I hope someone skilled enough takes the initiative to.

Have any of you ever thought about Steve Rogers waking up from the ice and not going back to fighting?

He wakes up, Fury tells him he needs him, and Steve makes a choice for himself and says no, at least for now. Fury respects that choice, Steve gets a therapist (a good one, not Dr. Christina Passive-Aggressive Raynor) and uses his second chance in life to do the things he actually wanted to. Art. History. Maybe he goes to college again.

On top of all this, he figures out the internet (come on, he's a smart man. He's not gonna be clueless forever) and you know golden boy Steve would jump at the chance of using social media for a good cause.

And I also think Steve would be great at debates. The fucker (affectionate) has a way with words. He's also a nerd. He's well informed and has quick thinking skills. He gets into online fights a lot. Tweets and retweets a hell lot.

Gets Tumblr. (Steve would love tumblr don't lie to me) Reblogs things like it's his last day on earth. (But somehow makes sure to utilise the tag feature perfectly so everything is organised).

Some dudebro makes a misogynistic comment and he's there to verbally drop kick Dudebro into the next week.

Somebody makes an offhand comment regarding something historical and Steve gets his trusty motorcycle and drives his star spangled fine ass to the library and the next day there's a video circulating the internet of him citing sources (down the page number, paragraph number and line number) to prove why the offhand comment was grossly incorrect.

Someone angrily reposts his tweet saying "THAT IS NOT THE AMERICA OF MY DREAMS TALKING" and Steve proceeds to respond with "I'm a person. I can't be a country. What I can try to be is a good human being." and then absolutely demolishes the other person. (Yes to Steve reclaiming himself as Steve Rogers and not Captain America)

He also posts art. Like, everyday. But it gets slightly overshadowed by everything else he does and says.

He has a separate Instagram. For more personal stuff. Pictures of himself? Rarely. Pictures of birds and animals and trees and sunrises and sunsets? Absolutely. Pictures of the cat and the dog he rescued and now is a proud dad to? Everyday. (He's definitely a both person.) Maybe someday he'll step out of his comfort zone and start going live. Everyone loves him. Everyone rational, that is.

He stays away from tiktok.

2014. Fury shows up at his apartment and gets shot. Something stirs in Steve's brain as the masked assassin catches his shield. Those eyes seem familiar. Despite his reservations, he jumps back into the fray. The whole CATWS thing happens.

He finds Bucky. Brings him home. Fights tooth and nail for the charges against him to be dropped. He's got 70 years of military back-pay, he's got no problem getting the best lawyers (Matt Murdock is definitely among them) for the love of his life.

Anyways Bucky is set free. Moves in with Steve. People start gushing over him too. He stays out of Steve's internet life at first, but then the old Bucky comes back little by little. Maybe he'll join the livestreams. Maybe he'll make an Instagram of his own to post more of Steve.

People, being people, start shipping them. The two of them have a good laugh over it.

One day, out of nowhere, Steve shows up on one of his livestreams wearing a wedding ring. Comments go crazy. Bucky joins him on the couch, throws an arm around his shoulder, flashing his own matching band, smirking lazily.

The rest is mayhem. But they don't care. For Steve, life is perfect.

[I'd love to see Steve Rogers vs internet troll he'd eat that up]

I hope the good Steve Rogers authors see this. This has potential I think.

[joanofexys]

tell me about david wymack :)

How I feel about this character

DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF DILF

Okay but seriously I actually adore that man. And I eat up anything about him. If anyone has Wymack centric fics to throw at me please do. I genuinely have such a heavy appreciation for everything he's done for the foxes and the way he's able to work with each of them

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Abby obviously. I saw Wymack/Rhemman mentioned somewhere I think so I gotta admit that has me intrigued now.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

WYMACK AND BEE

sorry I feel very strong abt that one. But also obviously I adore his relationship with all his kids. I will kill for any Kevin and Wymack moments we get. Neil and Wymack have a special place in my heart. And Wymack and Jean and Wymack and Andrew are also very very special to me. Wymack and Dan and Wymack and Aaron as well for two dynamics that I think are criminally underrated

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don't have any??? Idk maybe that I think that even if Kevin wasn't his son or he never found out that he wouldn't treat Kevin any different as their relationship develops throughout the years. At the end of the day Kevin's still a fox, that's still one of his kids, regardless of blood. If Kevin had never come clean Wymack would still be fighting tooth and nail for him. Is that unpopular? I don't think so idk

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I really really want him to talk to Jeremy I'm gonna be so fr. That's much less likely than Wymack and Rhemman interactions so I'm also hoping for that. But idk I think Jeremy and Wymack interactions would heal me a little bit

[prowlingz]

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♡ COD sex ♡ 18+ hc nsfw/dubcon | mainly AFAB ♀

characters: Ghost, Alejandro, Soap, Gaz, Price

✮ GHOST ✮

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* who loves leaving marks on your body to show everyone who owns you

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* who fights tooth and nail to get into the same missions with you, just to make sure you aren’t cheating on him

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* who eats you out until you’re about to cum, then pulls away

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* who loves to kiss you right after eating his cum out of your pussy

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* who loves watching you squirm under his touch

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* who doesn’t care if you tell him no, and only listens to the safe word

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* who pounds into you without warning when you’re sleeping (who can blame him, you look irresistible)

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* who loves to finger fuck you with his gloved hands until you leave a mess all over them

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* who loves praising and degrading you, “so fucking pathetic. such a pathetic whore for me, huh? mmm.. good little slut taking it all” as he pushes himself so far into you, you see stars

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* who loves tying you up and leaving a vibrator on your clit, coming back a few hours later to find you swollen and wet

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* who loves to answer the phone in the middle of sex, putting a finger up to his mouth for you to be quiet while he slams so far into your bundle of nerves

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* who, when jealous, will drag you into the closest restroom and leave his seed dripping out of you

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* who praises you after sex, “you did so good for me, so fucking good. do you need anything?”

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Alejandro

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* who begs for you to ride his face, literally the only time he will be caught begging

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* who is an ass guy, but wouldn’t mind keeping a Polaroid photo of your exposed tits in his breast pocket

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* who loves fucking you on your stomach

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* who, while you’re on your stomach, will play with your slit, whistling at the lewd noises it creates

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* who loves when you buck your hips onto him, “needy, huh? ha, can’t wait for me to fuck you, right?”

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* who loves to pull out of you and cum all over your back and ass, even when you’re on bc

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* who uses a slur of Spanish words when fucking into you, “mi putita, huh? coño.. good fucking girl..” as he thrusts into you

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* who wouldn’t mind sharing you with Rudy

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* who loves doing anal

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* who will shower with you, fucking you til you can’t walk, then leaving you on the soapy, tile floor as he leaves

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* who loves spitting on you, leaving you a mess of his cum, sweat and spit

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* who spits on you, “so fucking pathetic, eh?” wiping his spit all over your face

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Soap

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* who is totally different in the bedroom than he is outside of it to you

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* who is usually sweet and cuddly after sex and before sex, but during is literally so rough you sometimes bleed

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* who knows he’s big and uses it accordingly

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* who loves feeling you go limp onto him when he keeps fucking you past orgasm

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* who loves to pull your hair and slap your ass, leaving red hand marks and sometimes bruises

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* who kisses your bruises and cuts afterwards

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* who will start kissing you against a wall, then making his way down to your pleading pussy

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* who loves watching you beg him to let you cum

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* “beg for it, slut. beg for me to let you cum” as you whine while his cock slides in and out of you with no remorse

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* who loves public/risky sex. will just pull over and grab you to ride his cock on the side of the road

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* who loves the crescent marks you leave from your nails digging into his shoulders

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* who loves recording on his phone of you riding him

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* who loves to spread his seed all over your thighs and slit after he cums

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* “fuck.. I love watching you walk around like you’re not filled with my seed. so fucking hot”

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Gaz

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* who begs for you to sit on his face

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* who loves filling you up with his seed and whining at every thrust

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* “I’m so fucking close.. please.. fuck.. I’m gonna cum..”

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* who grips your hips so hard as he cums into you, shaking at each following thrust

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* who loves when you moan his rank, “fuck, call me that again.. please”

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* who loves watching you masturbate, “you look so pretty” as you, out of breath rub, your clit and he pushes your hair back

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* who will press into you whenever he finds himself hard thinking about you

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* “oops, sorry, tight squeeze”, pressing himself onto you when there is plenty of room

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* who whimpers, bucking his hips into his fist as he cums thinking of you, “so.. fucking pretty.. mm.. fuck”

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* who finds it literally so hot when you swallow his cum in front of him and smile up at him while you do

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* who steals your panties from your drawer, or pockets them when undressing you for sex

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* who cums into them, leaving them for you to find on the floor, sticky and hot

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Last, but not least..

Price

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* who loves the risk of fucking you, knowing he could get into serious trouble

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* who pulls you from the hallway to fuck you over his desk

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* who can never admit he’s the needy one for you, it’s always YOU’RE the one who wants him so badly

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* “fuck, you want me so badly, huh baby? so fucking wet for me.. such a needy little thing”

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* who loves to cover your mouth and fuck into you while on the phone making calls you definitely don’t have the authorization to hear

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* who masturbates to you at his desk, constantly keeping photos of you in a secret drawer. some sensual, but mostly just candid photos he’s taken of you without you noticing

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* who finds it so hot bending you over his desk and watching you squirm, trying to sit up

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* “don’t act like you don’t want it baby, it feels so good, remember?”

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* who gets tipsy and fucks you so sloppily

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* who can’t stand watching you flirt with other men, even if it’s not flirting. he will pull you into his office, restroom or whatever secluded place is nearby and will fuck you til you leak his seed

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* “go talk to them now, bet they’ll love watching your Captain’s seed drip from you”

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* who allows you to break dress code by keeping your hair down, he loves to pull you away and hold your hair as he face fucks you

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* breeding kink.

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* age kink ;)

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* who could never share you. you’re only his.

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* who loves fucking you, but loves it more if you’re a virgin

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* “fuck, you feel so tight. love filling my virgin little slut up”

[pineappleciders]

hello hello hello hi!!!! seeing ur writing rq's are open could I request mari, basil, sunny, and hero with an s/o whos gotta stay in the hospital for a week?? It'd be cool since I had to stay in the hospital for a week diagnosed w a life long illness and . none of my friends visited 😭 have a wonderful silly day!!!!

MARI, BASIL, HERO, and SUNNY with an S/O who's been hospitalized

A/N: HELLO!! i hope you are doing well, being in the hospital SUCKS and i'm so sorry that nobody visited😭😭i hope everything gets better for you, plz stay safe❤️

MARI

she hates it when you aren't doing well,, she'll visit you every day and stay for as long as she can

she'll bring you fresh flowers every time and will always talk w you about anything and everything. she'll tell you how your friends have been and about the grade she got on her quiz ... literally anything in hopes of distracting both you and her of your state

i think she likes to sew so she'll sew you a little blanket or even a plushie to keep you comfort

gets a little upset whenever she has to leave the room ... she's fighting tooth and nail with the doctors to let her in

bakes cookies for you and u two eat them together . honestly if she had it her way you'd be completely under her care but,,, sigghh,,, she supposes that the doctors know what's best.... smh

if you're feeling well enough to eat she'll always help you do so. even if you insist that you can do it by yourself . she's almost like an over-doting mother in some ways

WILL sing/hum you lullabies when you're tired. you cannot refuse. she will also tuck you in and kiss your forehead . just for good measure

BASIL

he can't help but worry . he's honestly pretty anxious knowing you're not doing well but he doesn't show it in front of you ,, he doesn't want to stress you out even more

he'll send you cards every single day that he can't make it in person ,, they have little doodles on them and you can tell they're made with love

he brings you potted plants and tells you all about them. he hopes that it helps you get your mind off of everything for awhile !!

"this is an echinacea, or the coneflower! it's been used for antibiotic and medicinal treatment for centuries. it symbolizes healing and strength. here, it's for you."

he'll hold you hand and you can't help but notice how nervous he gets when doctors come in ... he really doesn't want to leave but he understands

he tries to comfort you during uncomfortable times ... like when you have to get your blood drawn or having to take medicine. he'll smile and tell you that he's proud and that he'll get you ice cream when you're out if you follow the doctor's instructions

HERO

he's always talking about what you two are gonna do together when you get out of the hospital,, like going to a carnival and getting ice cream and how excited HECTOR will be to see you again

he doesn't like seeing you unwell but he tries to stay positive and make the best of it!!!

brings you anything you might need from home. drawing materials? plushies? electronics? your favorite blanket? he has it all

he likes to eat meals with you in your room and just talk about everything. he'll tell you about how everyone misses you and he'll lowkey be trying not to cry in front of you

he wants to cook for you SO BAD but the hospital always has meals set up for you already :( so instead he'll bring you little snacks like cookies throughout the day

doesn't want to leave the room at all,,, he'll bring in a laptop and do his classes online and everything

worried very easily,, always warns you to take it easy and slow down if you're getting up or something. he doesn't mean to be overbearing— he just really wants you to be careful!!

SUNNY

he HATES it god :(( he absolutely hates it when you're sick and hospitalized,, he already hates hospitals so he just. is Not Having a good time

but he doesn't want to make it more stressful for you so he tries his best to be there for you

admittedly might spend more less time with you in the hospital just because he can't stand it. but he tries his best to not be selfish and spend time with you when he can

he's a little embarrassed about it but he'll draw pictures of you and give them to you,, don't talk about it too much or show anyone though, he'll never forgive you

encourages you to take your medicine and eat well,, he's not as overwhelming as MARI or HERO but he still cares a lot, just has a different way of showing it

he'll rant about his interests and stuff that's been going on recently to distract you from everything.. he might get a little bit distracted and rant for the entire night so be sure to tell him when you've had enough

may or may not fall asleep with his head on your bed,,, or your lap,,,, holding your hand,,, mayhaps,,,,,