#that will just have to wait for the next drabble

[bananayuyu]

Size Training w/ Yunho

pairing: Yunho x f reader

wc: 489

warnings: smut, MDNI, size training, cock warming, size kink kinda, reader is small down there, monster cock!Yunho (obvi), dom/sub vibes

a/n: never done a drabble before but this idea won't leave my head. I hope y'all enjoy <3

monster cock!Yunho who's waited three long months, still not able to get his cock in you no matter how slow he goes

monter cock!Yunho who decides enough is enough, "we're training you this week baby" "but aren't we visiting your friends? and it's gonna hurt yuyu, you're too big"

monster cock!Yunho who starts you that night, sitting in front of the TV with your favorite show on, coaxing you down onto him with lube and praise. "see angel, that's not so bad is it?"

monster cock!Yunho who holds you there through the entire episode, even as you whined and moaned for him to stop

monster cock!Yunho who takes you into the bathroom at his friend's place, making you wet his cock with your mouth and sit on it for ten minutes, timing on his phone. "won't they think it's weird we're gone for so long?" "don't worry about it princess, just do as I say"

monster cock!Yunho who sees another chance the next day, alone in the pool with you. he pulls your bikini bottoms aside and his swimming trunks down, slipping inside of you

monster cock!Yunho who coos in your ear as you fight to keep your sounds at bay, knowing that all his friends will be showing up sometime soon

monster cock!Yunho who tells you that night not to wear any panties to the club, just your short frilly dress

monster cock!Yunho who pulls you onto his lap as soon as you all find a booth, telling his friends to go to the bar to get you all drinks

monster cock!Yunho who unzips his pants, freeing his hard cock and rubbing it between your folds. he slips in you, your head going fuzzy for a minute from the pain. but you're getting more used to it now, you can take him. you just didn't expect it to be in such a public place

monster cock!Yunho who keeps you there all night, telling his friends he's too tired to dance. he does bounce his hips to the music though, making your cunt spasm as you no doubt left a wet patch on his jeans

monster cock!Yunho who tells you the next day not to wear any panties on the train ride home. "we can't on the train!" you gasped, slack jawed. but he just chuckled, smiling at you

monster cock!Yunho who knew the train car would be nearly empty, from checking this morning. Once you're both in your seats he pulls you onto him again, sliding into the position from last night. Only now you have a many hour train ride to contend with, the vibrations making you hornier until you're coming all over his cock, right there as the fields pass by the window, his hand over your mouth to make sure you don't blow your cover to the few passengers up ahead

[writingbluerose]

one more draconic feature | malleus draconia x reader

summary : you've invited Malleus to hang around by your dorm to enjoy each other's companies. Who would've known it ended with you exploring something else instead

warnings : SUGGESTIVE!! like some kissing shit but it's on another level lol ( as well as I can write it lol, I... can't write these stuff too well, but practice makes perfect ^^ )

a / n : this one is based on another comic I saw and also it could be read as another version to this drabble I made some time ago! Enjoy :3

The sun was already up and proud in the sky, giving the birds a chance to sing merrily from their place on top of the branches outside. It was around the end of February, the events at VDC were still a bit fresh but you had resumed your everyday life as always.

Today though, it was a particularly nice and peaceful day. In the now quiet Ramshackle dorm lounge ( after Grim has decided to go into your room to take a "very well deserved nap" ) a figure was sitting relaxed, in their element, on one of the old couches. And that figure was none other than Malleus Draconia. He had been invited by you to spend time together as the VDC had taken most of your time, becoming busier and busier by the day. And come on now, who was he to deny such a request from his beloved? Besides, he's told you many times, the books you've found sitting all dusty and forgotten in this dorm were some of the best pieces of literature he's ever read in his stay at this school, so for him it was a double win.

After some time of waiting, Malleus' ears picked up the faintest sound of footsteps coming in his direction, and then- “Hey there Hornton!” At the sound of your voice, Malleus chuckled and closed his book with a thud “Even now still calling me by the same endearing nickname. You're one of a kind my dear” You gave him a huffed laugh before coming to rest next to him “I didn't interrupt your reading again did I?” Your eyes met his in a quick exchange before he slowly shook his head in reassurance, “No of course not, don't worry about it. I must admit that even I sometimes am not aware of my surroundings, especially when I'm doing something I really am engrossed in” His hand rested on your head before giving you a pat and returning to his book once again. Both of you sat there in silence and after what seemed like an eternity Malleus had noticed you started fidgeting with your fingers, your leg slowly bouncing. A habit of yours he had picked up in the early days you've met, indicating that you were either nervous about something or itching to do something you were not supposed to. The fae's eyes followed your movements a little more before asking : “What is it you're itching to do hm? Are you looking to touch my horns again?” If you could look past the book, you'd be able to see his big smirk hidden behind the hard cover. “No! No! It's not that it's just...mmh — your eyes trailed to the floor, your leg not stopping its bouncing — I was just thinking about your horns. You told me long ago that your horns are a big part of who you are, it kinda represents your family right?” “Indeed so. Our horns are also a very sensible spot, it is the source of our magic, a vital point. Should they break... — his eyes narrowed — well you wouldn't want to know what would happen would you now?” You shook your head at his words before staring at him for a little while “You have other features right? As in, other features akin to a dragon's... I mean you have the eyes, the tail, I wonder if your tongue also looks like one...— ah but nevermind me!” Your mumbling abruptly came to an end after taking a look at Malleus and his shocked expression. What went through that little adorable head of yours hm? Malleus thought. “Well anyway! You know that does remind me of that one story I listened to one of Professor's Trein class...” Quickly loosing yourself in your explanations you failed to notice how Malleus was still looking at you with now a more mischievous expression, his smirk growing into a grin behind his book.

Closing it, not too hard so you wouldn't get startled, his arm slowly started to move towards your chin to grab it, which you failed to notice, still speaking, face red as beet. “Are you truly that curious?” His fingers grabbed your chin ( a bit too hard you would've liked to say ) and forcefully turned your face to his for you to be met with a sight that many people would consider the moment they're about to go to the after life ;

You heard a low growl and an almost mute hissss... as Malleus' mouth opened, revealing his white, long and sharp fangs as his tongue slithered out, long, forked at the tip and flickering through the air, his drool sticking to it and coming down his chin, eyes gleaming down at you like a snake who just caught a delicious prey. You gulped down before leaving a tiny shriek, your form trembling in his hold.

He closed his mouth, tongue licking his lips as his hand came to clean off the drool on his chin. The prince smiled down at you, “Well, did I satisfy your curiosity now, my love?” The tone in his voice left you knowing that he wanted to do much more, but after all, a predator usually waits for its prey's most vulnerable moment. “I-I uhh...uhmmm” He let out a loud snort “So? Is this enough to intimidate you? I'd be hard to believe after all these overblots you've faced” That damn teasing bastard. You signed, stopped, and inhaled again before saying : “Y-you looked... pretty... neat” Voice cracking, not being able to get his expression out of your mind, refusing to look your boyfriend in the eye.

One, two minutes passed before Malleus let out a thunderous laugh, amused and enjoying your reactions to the fullest. “My and here I thought I had frightened you! I must admit, teasing you has become one of my favorite activities to do!” You let out a loud 'HAH!' as if offended, though you both knew there was no venom behind the gesture“You didn't think I was done, do you?” “Wh-h-hey! Malleus!!” The fae prince's hands came to grab your waist pulling you into his lap, his eyes and movements giving an open space to a, new, primal feeling. His fingers found your shirt, unbuttoning it so he'd be given a clear view to your shoulders ; A moment passed before you felt his tongue slowly licking from the shoulder and stopping right under your chin. And he bit down, hard, making you let out a high pitched moan in pleasure. His mouth didn't leave your shoulder yet, and when he felt the first drop of blood coming out, his pupils dilated as he started sucking and licking until he left a deep mark “I haven't even done half the things I wish to do” So he said

His lips quickly found yours, kissing rough and passionate, forked tongue licking your lips asking for entrance. You hadn't dared to tease him or refuse his request, you know better than to do so at this moment. So when you parted his lips welcoming him in your warmth, Malleus let out a groan making you moan into the kiss in return. Grabbing him by his shoulders to steady yourself, his forked tongue hadn't missed a spot. It was so long and fuck did it feel so good it hasn't even been a full minute until you felt drool dropping down at the corners of your mouth.

Without realizing it, your hands went upper and upper until they found the base of his horns. You grabbed at it so hard that Malleus down right growled. So deep it could've come down as a threat for others, but when his hands grabbed your wrists keeping them in place for a split second, before going down to grip your waist, you understood his message : 'Don't you dare take your hands off' so you didn't. In fact, you gripped harder, fingers rising once again on the form of his horns, that's when Malleus parted his lips and moaned, husky and low.

His fingers went lower and lower on your tights, he didn't continue to kiss you right away, instead he came closer, panting in each other's mouths, needy and desperate for more. “Mal... we can't, we can't do this...” Your hands came down to hold his face and the fae closed his eyes at the contact, “Beloved, you cannot lie and tell me you don't wish for this as much as I do. Or do you truly not?” Avoiding his gaze, you inhaled a sharp breath. Of course you wanted to. “I- I do Malleus, fuck, of course I do” “Then please allow me” He lifted you up and positioned you on your back on the couch undoing the buttons of your shirt just a bit more, so he could get a peak at your chest.

Oh goodness, you were in it for now that's for sure

He kissed you on your lips, then traveled down to your neck, kissing slowly and softly down to your chest, fingers gripping and pressing at your skin leaving more tiny love bites in his wake, his ears picking up the faintest of whimpers and tiny moans. Smirking, he continued to press kisses down to your chest, moaning at the same time with you when your hands came to rest on his horns again. His eyes found yours, pupils dilated and face flushed, and for the first time you had spotted a new glint to them. One that only presented a raw feeling of lust and need. When he spoke, his voice sounded more exciting then he intended to let on : “I hope you're ready my love, for I won't hold back in the slightest”

© writingbluerose 2025

[svtiddiess]

Kiss Quota

Synopsis: You wanted to try the "can’t stop kissing my boyfriend" challenge—but why not add your own little twist?

Pairing: Dino x afab!reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship, drabble

Rating: sfw

Word count: 864

Warnings: none!

Note: This was requested! I hope you enjoy anonie!

Thank you @mylovesstuffs and @joonsytip for betaing!

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You giggle to yourself as you scroll through yet another TikTok. Lately, your FYP has been overflowing with adorable couple challenges, and you can't help but want to try one out. After browsing for a while, you decide on the "can't stop kissing my boyfriend" challenge—but with your own little twist. Instead of showering him with kisses right away, you plan to tease him by starting with just one kiss a day, gradually building up until he's drowning in them.

Just then, Chan walks into the room. Perfect timing, you think. You quickly hop off the couch and run straight into his arms. He chuckles softly, wrapping you in a warm embrace.

"I missed you," you pout, looking up at him.

"I was just in the other room," he grins, amused.

"But I still missed you," you huff, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

He smiles into the kiss, leaning in for more when you pull away with a mischievous glint in your eye.

"You've hit your kiss quota for the day," you announce with a cheeky grin.

"My kiss quota?" He tilts his head, clearly confused.

You nod, eyes sparkling. "Yup! You're only one kiss for today. No more until tomorrow."

He blinks, processing your words, before letting out a dramatic whine.

"Baby, you can't be serious," he pleads, pouting like a kicked puppy.

"I am," you reply, grinning. "You'll just have to wait for tomorrow."

He stares at you, lips still in a pout, but you only laugh and gently untangle yourself from his arms. Plopping back onto the couch, you resume scrolling through TikTok, purposefully ignoring your sulking boyfriend as he tries (and fails) to win you over.

The next day rolls around, and you almost forget about the challenge—almost. Chan has already kissed you twice: once in the morning as a wake-up kiss and again before he left for work. That means he's already hit his kiss quota for the day.

Later, you hear the front door open, signalling Chan's return. It doesn't take long for him to make his way to the bedroom, where he immediately flops down on top of you.

"Chan!" you squeal, caught off guard.

"I missed you," he grins, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly.

"I missed you too, but stop suffocating me!" you laugh, squirming beneath him.

"No~," he teases, leaning in to steal another kiss.

You squeal again and quickly turn your head, dodging his lips.

"Why won't you kiss me?" he pouts.

"Because you've already reached your kiss quota for the day," you say, flashing him a playful grin.

"Are we still doing that?" he whines, his pout deepening.

"Yup! Two kisses today—quota met," you chirp.

"Baby~," he drags out, trying to soften you up with his best puppy-dog eyes.

"Not gonna work," you giggle. "Your puppy eyes can't save you this time."

He lets out a dramatic huff and buries his face in your neck, grumbling in defeat as you laugh at his frustration. You're having way too much fun teasing him.

A few days have passed, and you decide it's finally time to end the teasing—you're going to give Chan all the kisses he’s been craving. But, of course, you're not going to tell him that; you'll surprise him instead.

In the morning, you playfully dodge his kiss, which earns you a symphony of whines and pouts. You giggle as he cups your face and forces a kiss on you, determined not to miss a single one.

Now, he's lying in bed, scrolling through his phone, completely unaware of the ambush you're planning. You quietly slide next to him, and without even thinking, his arm wraps around you.

You place a single kiss on his cheek.

No reaction.

You pout, then give him two more kisses.

Still nothing.

Frustrated, you start peppering his face with kisses, making sure to kiss his lips multiple times. But he stays glued to his screen, completely unfazed.

Annoyed, you pull away—only to be yanked right back, your back pressing against his chest.

"I don't remember telling you to stop," he purrs into your ear. "Keep kissing me."

"Well, you seemed more interested in your phone than me," you huff, turning to glare at him.

He grins. "I had to get you back for that kiss quota somehow."

You pout, stubbornly refusing to give him more kisses. But Chan has other plans. He begins to pepper your face with kisses instead, making you giggle as his lips press against your skin. You squirm, attempting to escape, but his grip is unrelenting.

"Oh no, you're not getting away," he mutters, flipping you over and pinning you beneath him. You squeal as your back hits the mattress, your heart racing wildly.

"You've got a lot of kisses to make up for," he huffs, staring down at you. "Days' worth."

"Better get started, then," you tease, flashing him a grin.

His eyes darken with playful intent, and he smirks before capturing your lips in a kiss that makes your eyes flutter shut. And just like that, it's the first of many kisses to come.

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[spideyjimin]

have you ever tried this one | jjk

⤷ a bloodlines entwined extra

—  pairing: werewolf!jungkook x female reader 

—  genre: strangers to lovers, parents-to-be au, royalty au, werewolves au, soulmates au, smut, and a tiny bit of fluff

— rating: 18+ 

—  summary: after attending sabrina carpenter’s show, your boyfriend jungkook wants to try the juno’s position.

—  words: 1,140

—  warnings: strong language, swearing, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, doggy style, good old missionary, nipple play, and creampie

—  author’s note: I recently went to a sabrina carpenter’s show, and it gave me a little idea for a drabble. Since i’m very close to finalizing chapter 9, i wanted to give you a little something while you wait for the next chapter. it’s not much, but it’s what i managed to do. i hope you enjoy this little extra ✨many thanks for all your constant support & for patiently waiting for the next chapter ❤️

SERIES MASTERLIST

Jungkook’s name rolls out of your tongue as he’s pounding into you at torturously slow pace. You’re on your knees, your face pressed against the bed, and with your ass in the air. How did you end up like this? Well, sabrina carpenter’s position in juno gave you and your boyfriend some ideas. Her position wasn’t something wild, just a classic doggy style, but it’s a hell of a good position.

Jungkook wants to wreck you so bad, but he also wants to torture you. He chooses the second option and has to contain himself to not harshly pound into you.

His dark orbs look down at the soft flesh of your ass, bouncing each time he slowly rolls his hips against you, and your body moving forward in tandem with his moves. The man behind you is completely mesmerized by the way his cock slips into you, his jaw slightly clenching as it’s getting harder for him to keep this slow pace.     

“Fuck,” he swears, his eyes completely captivated by his dick disappearing inside you.

The sticky wetness created by both your bodies starts to leak down each time his hips roll out, a sticky mess that drives him crazier and that makes him growl.   

“Harder,” you whimper. “You’re too slow, Jungkook.” 

This is just too slow for you. You want him to thrust harder, faster, and deeper. Damn, you don’t want this to be slow. The full moon is happening in a couple of days, and your se drive has only been increasing. Same for Jungkook. None of you seem to be able to keep your hands to yourselves. Add to that, sabrina carpenter suggesting a sexual position on her show, and you have two horny werewolves having sex the second they get home.

“Whatever you want, sunshine,” he answers.

Hearing this cute nickname while sharing a very dirty moment seems like a huge contrast. But you’re definitely not going to complain. You adore when he calls you ‘sunshine’.

Jungkook instantly adapts his pace to your wishes, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper. At first, his hands hold your waist tighter—you’re sure that he’ll leave some small bruises—before one of his hands goes up to your breast, pinching at your nipples.

“Your breasts are getting bigger,” he whispers.

“You can thank your son for that,” you tell him.

Since the beginning of your pregnancy, your breasts have double in size. You’ve had to buy new bras as the others were now way too small. It’s something you knew before getting pregnant, but you never imagined they’d get this big.

Jungkook’s other hand moves down to your stomach, softly stroking it.

“Don’t worry, I thank him every day for that,” he whispers.

“You’re dirty,” you answer.

“But you still like me,” he presses a kiss on your back.

“How couldn’t I?” you ask as a smirk grows on his face.

The room is filled with both your moans, his hips hitting your ass and the bed creaking under you. All those erotic sounds make you feel like you’re doing some homemade porn. The title could be something like: “The werewolf king and his pregnant lady.”

Even though you very much like to be doing this doggy style, you want to see his face. You always love to see his face. So, without warning him, you push his cock out of you before laying on your back on the bed and spreading your leg wide for him. A loud groan escapes his swollen lips because of the sudden loss of friction and of the pretty view you’re offering him. 

“Wanna see you,” you tell him before grabbing his cock, pushing it back into your core. 

Since it all happened in seconds, Jungkook thrusts back into you without giving it much thought, quickly taking back his animalistic pace. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him even closer to you. His eyes roam your face while he pounds you like there’s no tomorrow.

“You look like a fucking goddess,” he says before pressing his lips against yours for a sloppy kiss.

“And you look like a damn king,” a smirk appears on your face.

“That’s because I’m the king.”

The wave of pleasure grows so intensely inside you that you start to feel overwhelmed by its power. Your boyfriend keeps hitting a certain spot that has you crying out, your walls squeezing him strongly.

He senses that you’re very close to reaching out your orgasm when you writhe and moan louder beneath him. So, in order to push you closer to the edge, his right-hand goes to your clit to torture you a bit more. 

“Make a mess on my cock, sunshine,” he grunts.  

You whimper while nodding, his pace becoming ever more animalistic. Your eyes lock with his as you want to be looking at him while he gives you an orgasm.

With another few hard thrusts, you’re reaching your high, your chest arching to meet his as you’re completely overwhelmed by the intensity of your orgasm. You cry his name as your face contorts in pure delight.

You’re clenching so tightly around him, your arousal dripping around his cock and creating an even bigger mess. He keeps thrusting into you, desperate to reach his own high as fast as possible which doesn’t take long because of the sight of you coming under him. 

His hot seed fills your cunt, making you moan at the contact of it with your insides. With harsh thrusts, he pushes his cum deep inside you while moaning like a savage. Your walls keep clenching around him to milk him completely dry before he collapses next to you in bed. 

For a moment, none of you speaks as you’re trying to catch your breath.

“If I wasn’t already pregnant, I guess I would have been tonight,” your face turns to look at him.

He gets closer to you, his large hand resting on your stomach. His eyes look up at you while a bright smile appears on his face.

“Sabrina gave me wild thoughts tonight,” he confesses.

“Me too,” you smile at him. “And the effect of the moon doesn’t help too,” you add.

“Indeed,” he replies. “It’s so damn hard to resist you as the full moon gets closer.”

“Well, I have a solution for you,” your fingers move on his cheeks. “Don’t resist.”

“If I do that, we’d be making love every two seconds,” he laughs. “But I’m a king and you’re a teacher. People rely on us.”

A giggle escapes your lips.

“You’re too wild, Jungkook.”

“Not my fault that you’re a hot and sexy mamma,” he winks at you.

“And you’re a hot and sexy dad,” you reply.

You place your head on his chest, his hands now wrapping around your body before you slowly both fall asleep.

[shroomyv]

ᢉ𐭩STARTING WITHOUT HIM

Pairing: mark grayson x f!reader

Synopsis: mark is called off on a job after starting something up with you. He wants you to wait but this time you can’t.

Tags: smut, tit squishing, vibrator, handjob, little mention of spit

A/N: so…this is my first time writing a fanfic in a while and very first time posting one. This is just a bit of practice Drabble that I didn’t reread (so sorry for any fuckups) I’ve been fiending for mark so I had to get this out and write it. Hopefully I keep writing after this idfk.

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Once again, Mark was gone on yet another job for Cecil. It was honestly beginning to piss you off because it always managed to happen soon as you to got comfortable for ready to do something. Today, however, was one of the worst moments for it to happen.

Mark was laying on the couch, you in his lap as you lad on top of him kissing each other passionately until he got the call- “Sorry babe… Cecil needs me but I promise I’ll be back and we can finish what we started. I’ll be back soon promise.” Your face twists in an annoyed way. Your mood was ruined in mere seconds by a man you didn’t even know. Before you could even ask Mark to call off, he had already gone out the window.

“Fuck this!” You blurt out in anger—if Mark wasn’t gonna do the job for you, you’d get something else to finish it. Running to your room in pure desperation to hurry up and try to continue what Mark started alone, you grab a vibrator. You reach under the bed in pure desperation for a bottle of lube finally grabbing it as you prepare to fuck yourself since Mark couldn’t do it for you. You slowly push it in not realizing how long it had been since you had to do this yourself since Mark usually did the job for you. “F-fuck..” you huff out slowly as you flick the button on so it can finally start moving. Not even ten seconds had passed and you were already gripping onto pillows like you were about to die. 

You knew Mark didn’t want you to start, or finish without him. But god, you couldn’t stop. It felt so good, it felt just like a smaller version of him.

Gnawing onto a pillow to muffle your moans was not something you’d expect to be doing, you had no reason to be doing it but it made it feel so much better. You begin moving yourself slowly riding the vibrations to match the movements before you hear a whoosh in the air. You know that exact sound…

“Babe! I’m back I told you I’d be quick!” Mark shouts from the living room as he peeks over the couch expecting to see you but you’re not there. “Babe, where are you?” He asked walking through the house. Fuck— you didn’t want to get caught especially since he wasn’t lying and came back fast. “In the bathroom! Give me a mmngsec!” You tried your best to lie but the toy just kept hitting every spot right while you talked. Mark knew that sound right off the top of his head. He dashed to the bedroom as he saw your face shoved in a pillow whilst the toy was working wonders on your insides.

“You started without me! That’s so cruel!” He tried to sound mad or hurt standing at the door as he just stared at you. He was getting turned on just by the sight of you squirming and hiding your face in the pillow. “Go away!” You say muffled as you shove your face deeper in the pillow—not only because the toy was taking you near your finish but you were now embarrassed that he saw you toy-fucking yourself in bed. 

He didn’t waste a second tossing off his costume, he needed to get to you. He crept up closer and closer to the bed, eventually plopping down on it as he laid beside you snatching the pillow from your grasp. You felt like you were gonna die at that very moment. You couldn’t look at him that would just send you over the edge. He gave you a look of pure sinisterness as you had not a clue what he was gonna do next.

“Mark…” you say in a weak tone trying to stand tall and in charge while having your clit played with and cunt annoyed by vibrations. He just scooted closer to you, hand pressed around your waist as his face was right beside your ear. “If you wanna use the toy…we can use the toy.” He whispered before kissing you roughly. He did say he would finish what he started. His hand grabs at the handle of the toy as your eyes shoot open and back closed. You moan into his mouth for dear life before he releases the kiss, a line of spit on both your lips as you pull apart. That finally sent you over the edge as you began to cum. Keeping the toy in while you had an orgasm felt like torture. You moved your hand to pull it out but Mark grabbed it just in time, keeping it away.

“Ah ah, you wanted to use the toy. Let’s use the toy.” He said with a smirk on his face as he began to move the toy in and out of your hole. You clutched onto the sheets for dear life no longer even attempting to sit up as you just laid yourself out—knees struggling to stay up as they shake from the vibrations and mark fucking with the toy. “Wonder what this one does,” Mark said as he flicked the buttons on the toy making the setting go faster. Your eyes shoot open once again as your nails dig deeper into the sheets. You honestly wished you had done this earlier…you were struggling but god, it felt so fucking good. “Fuck, mark ngh…please..”

He knew what you wanted, he rolled you over on your side lying behind you as he continued shoving the toy in and out. His free hand cupped one of your breast as his finger rolled the nipple helping it go from soft to hard and in mere seconds, you felt like you were melting. Mark was dealing with his own issues behind you as you could feel his shaft pressing against you through his boxers “fuck babe…” he huffed out as he kept his hand on your breast and other hand pressing the toy in and out. You throw your arm behind your back to reach him as best as you can. If he was helping you—you felt it was only fair to help him. He began grunting feeling your fingers rub against his tip softly. “Don’t…don’t be evil. Ngmhurry…” he moaned out as he didn’t wanna be edged. You honestly wanted to do badly, but he wasn’t doing it to you so it was only fair you didn’t fuck with him. 

You put your hand to work as best as you could since you were still struggling yourself. His hand left your breast as it wrapped around your waist, he needed you as close as he could fucking have you. His lips smashed against yours in an absolutely dirty kiss. He was desperate for you and you were matching that desperation. Your hand moving faster and faster as he began grunting into your mouth for dear life. Your toes curl from the toy and his hips bucking into your hand to try and cum faster. You both felt like you were on fire—eventually, the pressure caved on both of you. An exhausted moan leaving both of your mouths as you cum and he follows suit. Mark flicks the button, turning off the toy as it slides right out of you. You just lay in his arm catching your air before you look over your shoulder at him.

“Now…this time, we do me and not the toy. See which one is better maybe?” You rolled your eyes trying to seem annoyed or even angry but you knew damn well you couldn’t refuse. “One more couldn’t hurt-“

[captain-hawks]

suna rintarou x f!reader — 18+ only, 1.3k, piss kink, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie, roommate!suna, perv!suna, based on this drabble

Rintarou wants to laugh at the irony of it—what’s currently staring back at him from your laptop screen.

He covers the bottom half of his face, hot breath curling against his palm as he lets out a ragged exhale of disbelief. 

The thing is, he’s found plenty of things that have left his cock twitching eagerly with interest since he adopted this fucked up habit of perusing your incriminating porn tabs of choice whenever you forget to close out your silly little incognito browser window.

It’s like a game of roulette, the way his thumb hovers over the touchpad before clicking over to the next tab to see what else could have possibly contributed to draining your vibrator battery last night.

Spitting in her mouth!!!

Anal sex (no lube just SPIT)

I choked him and he came untouched??

If Rintarou was a good roommate and friend, he would have immediately closed the browser window full of filthy porn tabs the first time he went to borrow your laptop and found them staring back at him.

hot wet messy snowballing

Edging her till she’s begging for it (three orgasms)

Or at the very least, he wouldn’t have made a goddamn habit of it.

FIRST TIME SQUIRTER HUGE MESS!!!!!

But it's been fun, all of these little discoveries. The things he’s learned about you through clicks and keystrokes. Because Rin’s seen the guys you’ve brought home before—

—and he’ll bet his own goddamn balls that none of them has ever grabbed your face and made out with you after busting a hot load of cum in your pretty mouth. 

Amateurs. 

But this—

This.

This is…

Rintarou weakly rubs his fingers over his eyes, like it’ll somehow change the one and only tab that was waiting for him on your screen today.

And in the back of his mind, idly, he wonders if you closed out all the rest and forgot to dispose of this final piece of evidence.

Or if this video alone was enough to get you off that quickly—

(And it’s dangerous, that thought.)

He slowly closes your laptop.

—-

Rintarou’s calm, mature decision to turn over a new leaf and stop fucking his fist like a pervert to the knowledge of what gets you off lasts approximately four and a half minutes.

Four and a half minutes, and he’s in his room with his boxers discarded somewhere between the bed and the door, flushed, leaking cock gripped tightly in his fist. 

Two strokes and his balls are already seizing up.

Suna Rintarou’s dick is twitching between his fingers on a hair trigger—

and you—

you—

—you have a piss kink.

His mind is already far beyond the memory of the two faceless participants in the video you’d been watching. Miles and miles past SHE PISSED ON MY DICK (huge cumshot!!). 

Rin doesn’t give a single fuck about whatever else he missed out on in the remaining five minutes of the video that he promptly closed out of. 

Because all he can think about is you.

You and those flowy sundresses you like to wear as soon as a hint of warm weather hits the forecast.

You and those lacy little white panties that you sometimes forget in the corner on the bathroom floor after showering.

You and your abysmally small bladder.

Rintarou’s mind is caught in a hazy fantasy, one that finds two of you making out in his bed. You’re wearing that yellow dress that he really likes, and the thin material slips up your thighs like butter when he grasps your waist and pulls you on top of him.

Your lips slide against his, soft moans slipping up your throat as you straddle him, his sweatpants doing absolutely nothing to obscure the sheer amount of blood that’s rushed to his cock in the time since the two of you hit the mattress. 

And then you giggle, murmuring something shyly against his lips about how wait, wait, you have to pee.

Logically, because you live together and you share a bathroom and Rin knows you, he should offer you a slightly dramatic, put-out sigh, hands resting behind his head as he waits for you to return. 

But Rin’s so goddamn hard and your cunt feels so warm grinding against him, even through your underwear. And he honestly doesn’t really care about these sheets or this mattress. 

Rintarou doesn’t give a fuck about much of anything besides the thought of how it wouldn’t just be warm, but hot if you—

“Just go.”

You laugh, gentle and amused. Like he’s joking.

Like he didn’t just ask you to piss on him.

“Rin—”

He pushes up the skirt of your dress, exposing those white panties and the obvious wet spot of arousal that’s already soaked through the material that hugs your swollen folds.

You blink down at him, breath hitching in your throat.

“Rin, I really have to—”

He brushes a finger down your slit, featherlight, not missing the full-body shiver that courses through you.

You whine.

Hooking a finger in your panties, he tugs them aside to expose your cunt.

“You have to what?” he asks calmly, pressing his thumb into the puffy, throbbing button of your clit. 

You exhale silently, eyes falling shut for a moment like it’s taking everything in your power to keep holding it in.

“I have to pee.”

Rintarou uses his free hand to push down his sweatpants and boxers, letting his cock spring free. He stares up at you.

“Prove it.”

Your eyes go a little wide, bottom lip getting caught between the trap of your teeth as your thighs tremble slightly.

“I can’t—”

Rin traces your fluttering entrance with the pad of his middle finger, and your hips stutter as you bite back a moan.

“Why not?”

He slides a finger in, and fuck, fuck, fuck you’re so wet for him.

Your pussy clenches around the digit.

“We’re in your bed. It’ll…it’ll make a mess…” 

Rin smiles, because this is just some fucked up fantasy he conjured, and he can buy a hundred goddamn beds for you to piss all over if he wants to.

“And?”

Two fingers.

“Rin I’m—”

A warm trickle slides down his knuckles. He slowly pumps in and out of your pussy.

“Do it.”

More drips out.

He pulls his fingers out of you and rests his palm flat over your bladder.

“Oh—”

Rin pushes down at the same moment that he slides his hard cock lengthwise down your wet slit.

And all at once, you release.

Hot piss floods out of you, spraying all over his cock.

And Rintarou groans, gasping at the sensation, at the feeling of it coating his cock and dripping down his balls. 

You’re still pissing when you start grinding your cunt against his dick again, desperately, frantically, whining like you’re about to—

You come hard, shaking and sobbing his name against his chest, and Rin’s already halfway to stroking his piss soaked cock to his own completion when you gasp, “Fuck me, Rin. Fuck me. Please fuck me.”

It’s obscene how wet you are, how easily he pumps his cock right into your dripping hole. Rin flips you over onto your back, fucking into your pussy with uneven, shallow strokes because it’s all he can manage before blowing his load.

And because Rin’s a filthy pervert—

“That’s all?” you weakly laugh into his shoulder as he collapses against you afterward, softening cock still nestled in your cunt.

Rin mouths at your collarbone.

“Just say it if you want it.”

You sigh.

“Rin.”

Hand drifting to the base of his cock, he rubs his fingers against the place where it meets your fucked out folds.

He lets out the slightest dribble, just enough to have you gasp with awareness.

“Rin please.”

He shifts, mouth slotting against your lips, tongue lazily sliding into your mouth as a hot flood of piss floods your cunt. 

(You’re a filthy, wet, needy mess of cum and piss when he’s finished finger fucking you over the edge of another orgasm.)

–

Rintarou wakes up to the sound of the heavy front door to the apartment closing, your shoes clicking across the laminate flooring down the entryway.

His hands are sticky with dried cum, sweatpants damp and soaked through with more than just his seed as they cling to his thighs.

He's already hard again.

"Fuck."

[ilikerafayelwaytoomuch]

How the LADS men react to you having a hard day

A/N: this is my first time writing drabbles like this...and for writing for other characters, so go easy on me, I tried 🥲. I've also never written in this POV before 😵‍💫

Characters: Rafayel, Sylus, Zayne, Xavier (sorry no Caleb. I don't feel like I know enough about him yet)

Warnings: fluffy fluff, mentions of y/n being a strong independent woman, lads boys being super cute and nice ???

Rafayel: 

Y/n was never comfortable being vulnerable. Sharing feelings? Yeah right. It was scary. Every time she had, people looked the other way or downplayed her emotions. So she kept them to herself. She kept everything to herself, generally being a quiet person. Independent. She was a strong hunter. She cared for people and spent her days saving others from wanderers. Those at work saw her as a strong independent woman, who's emotions never got in the way. Eventually, y/n got tired of it and decided to change, though it was a work in progress. The changes led her to meeting her current boyfriend, Rafayel. Someone who supported her endlessly and she knew that. He was the only person she felt she could share her true feelings with, even if it was a struggle to do so. That was why when she had just about one of the worst days of her life, she found herself heading to his place. 

The day was awful. Her alarm didn't wake her up, so she was rushing to get to the association on time. She had skipped breakfast, not wanting to be late for an important mission. Despite that, her motorcycle has decided to break down on her way to the association. She let Jenna know while she waited for a truck to come pick up her motorcycle. Then she took a bus to the mission site. Of course, everyone was understanding, she couldn't help her motorcycle malfunctioning. But she was disappointed and frustrated with herself. The mission went well overall, but it was incredibly long. The sun was setting by the time it was done. On top of that, she was battered and bruised from fighting. Not to mention starving and a headache forming from the lack of food and water. She was exhausted. As she was heading out, she remembered her motorcycle and realized she had no way of getting home, other than the subway or bus. She had a small glimmer of hope, but it was crushed after calling the repair shop, as her motorcycle wouldn't be ready for another two days. By that time, everyone had already left. 

Despite wanting to cry, y/n didn't allow it. It didn't matter that she was hungry, tired, and in pain. She needed to hold it all in until she could get home. But home didn't sound nice. What sounded nice was curling up next to Rafayel. She knew all she had to do was tell him and he'd be right there. He's always there. But part of her told her not to bother him. He was at an important exhibit after all. Plus, what if he didn't react the way she thought. What if he became like everyone else and brushed her off? But no, Rafayel wouldn't do that to her. His place was easier to get to than her own apartment too, especially with her motorcycle in the shop. Too tired to care too much, she called a taxi to Rafayel's home. Of course, that couldn't go smoothly either, traffic getting in the way. 

When y/n arrived at Rafayel's house, the sun had set completely. She thanked the driver before shuffling to his front door, typing in the code to his house without thinking. As expected, it was quiet, no lights or anything on. She drug herself to the living room and flopped onto Rafayel's couch. She knew she should let Rafayel know she was there so he wouldn't panic about someone being in his house, but she had no energy. And then the tears began. Curled up into a ball on her boyfriend's couch, y/n fell asleep. 

Rafayel was bored. He always was at exhibitions, but Thomas insisted he had to go. On top of his boredom, he was also worried about y/n. He had texted her multiple times and she had responded. She was a busy, working woman, but she always answered him within a few hours. It had been radio silence. When the exhibit finally ended, or rather when Thomas got tired of his complaints, he got into his car and quickly drove straight home. He wanted to change before heading to y/n’s, which he was going to do. He needed to make sure she was okay. He knew she struggled to share how she really felt. He took the silence as she had either had a bad day, was simply very busy with her mission, or something had gone wrong in the mission. He assumed he would know by now if something has gone seriously wrong. Jenna or someone from the association would have contacted him. 

Rafayel had never parked his car so quickly, running into his house to change as quickly as he could. The suit he was wearing was too much. He stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed a figure on his couch. He hesitantly walked over to the figure, quickly realizing it was his girlfriend. Part of his heart warmed slightly. She had chosen to come to his place after the mission instead of going home. She wanted to seek comfort from him. That in itself was a large step for her. He squatted down to get a better look at her, and the warmth he felt was quickly replaced by concern. There was a lot of blood on her. Like a lot. A worrisome amount of blood. Breath quickening, he gently pushed her. “Y/n? Love?” He called, trying to wake her up. He sighed in relief as her eyes opened. “Raf?” She muttered. 

“Are you okay?” He asked her, already knowing the answer. He assumed most of the blood wasn't hers, as she was a skilled hunter. Plus she would have gone to a hospital if it was all hers. But he noticed her eyes slightly red and puffy, meaning she had been crying. He frowned when her lips formed a pout, beginning to shake. She shook her head and Rafayel immediately moved to sit onto the couch, lifting her legs to sit. Y/n moved as well, wanting, no, needing, to be closer to him. Rafayel easily accepted, wrapping his arms around her as she sat on his lap. Not once did he think or care about the fact his new suit would have blood on it. He just wanted to comfort y/n. She sobbed into his shoulder, unable to control the tears. It pained Rafayel to see her like this. He gently rubbed her back and whispered words of comfort. 

When she calmed down, Rafayel asked her again what had happened. “Just had a bad day,” she muttered into his neck. 

“Wanna elaborate? Must have been pretty bad to get you like this,” he gently pushed her. She sighed. 

“Woke up late and didn't eat so I could get to the association on time, but then my motorcycle broke down so I was late anyway. The mission was long and exhausting. So by the end of it I was tired, hungry, thirsty, in pain from fighting and from lack of food, and then I realized I had no way of getting home. So I came here. I'm sorry I didn't text you. I meant to, really. I just didn't want to worry you or bother you, I know the exhibit was important. Did it go okay?” She asked him, ever aware of how much she was divulging and wanting to care for him. Rafayel would not have it. 

“That sounds like a terrible day, you should have told me. I worried anyway when I didn't hear anything from you at all. I was going to head to your place straight after changing here. You wouldn't be bothering me. I want to know every little detail of your day, good or bad. You can rely on me, you know?” He asked, a bit hurt. 

“I know, I'm sorry,” she whispered. 

“You don't need to apologize to me, my love. I know it's scary to share how you feel. I'm proud that you even came here instead of just going home and pretending everything was fine. Have you eaten anything yet?” He asked her. She shook her head and Rafayel tsk-ed. “Let's take a bath first,” he decided, moving his hands to her thighs and lifting her while he stood. Her grip tightened around him and he giggled. “Don't worry, I won't drop you.” He carried her to his bathroom, setting her down on the sink countertop. He pressed a kiss to her forehead before smiling at her and turning to run the bath water. Once it was at a temperature he deemed worthy, he plopped in a bath bomb and bubbles. “Be right back my love. You need to drink some water too,” he told her before walking out of the bathroom. As soon as he was out of the bathroom, y/n saw him run out of the room at full speed into the kitchen, making her smile. He didn't want to be far from her for long. She caught a glimpse of him running back in, only slowing as he approached the door and handed her the water, instructing her to drink as he went and checked on the bath. “It's ready,” he announced, turning to help y/n down. He gave her a frown and playful glare when she moved to take her uniform off. She hesitantly stopped, making Rafayel smile and reach to begin taking it off of her. His smile was soon replaced by a focused glare, biting his lip in frustration as he struggled with some of the buckles. 

“Need some help?” Y/n chuckled. 

“Stupid ass buckles. Why do you even need so many?” He asked, crossing his arms in his chest as he pouted. Y/n shrugged before swiftly taking the belt and buckles off. “I got the rest,” he quickly stopped her from continuing. He easily, at least in comparison to the buckles, unbuttoned her shirt and bra, then moved to her pants. When she was bare, he picked her back up into his arms and carefully set her in the bath. She looked at him expectantly. “I'd never give up an opportunity to take a bath, especially with you,” he explained, undressing as quickly as he could. Y/n scooted forward, allowing Rafayel to sit behind her and wrap his arms around her. She relaxed into his hold, Rafayel sighing in content. 

The two didn't say anything for a while, just soaking in the warmth of the water and their bodies pressed together. Y/n, being a quiet person in general, didn't mind and loved that Rafayel didn't feel uncomfortable. Rafayel was also surprised at how comfortable he felt with her in silence. He knew she needed the quiet and at first it was uncomfortable to him. But he quickly learned to love these moments of quiet, instead focusing on the warmth of the woman in front of him. They stayed silent for so long that the water was beginning to go cold. Rafayel wordlessly moved to grab soap and a washcloth, gently moving to scrub his lovers back. He could feel how tense she was, practically massaging her as he moved across her back, occasionally leaving a kiss on her shoulder. She let out a sigh of content, the way he moved comforting her and making her relax further. “Turn,” Rafayel instructed her once he was done with her backside. 

“I got it,” y/n whispered back, embarrassed to let him even though he had seen everything. 

“I know you do. But I want to take care of you, please?” He gave her his best puppy eyes, something she couldn't refuse. She slowly turned, facing him, a blush growing on her face making Rafayel almost want to squeeze her from how cute she looked. But he stayed calm, returning to his job of washing her. “Your turn,” y/n smiled when he had washed her completely. He shook his head. 

“Nope. I'm taking care of you,” he argued. Y/n pouted. 

“That's not fair. What if taking care of me means letting me help you?” She countered. Rafayel sighed and handed her the washcloth before turning around. Y/n smiled and washed his back, letting him finish the job. Rafayel stepped out of the bath first, wrapping a robe around him before helping his lover out and wrapping her in a matching robe. He was about to say something when he heard the doorbell ring. “Ah, food's here. Stay right there I'll go grab it,” he smiled at her before running off again. She stood right where she was, knowing Rafayel would scold her if she moved a single muscle. “Alrighty, where were we?” He asked on his way in, reaching for the lotion y/n always used. 

“Raf, you don't have to-” 

“I want to. No funny business,” he paused. “I mean unless you want to of course. I'm always down to take care of you in other ways,” he waggled his eyebrows. 

“Not tonight,” she chuckled. “I'm already squeaky clean.” 

“Pfft, as if I couldn't clean you up after even more thoroughly,” he winked before putting some of the lotion in his hands and squatting down to put some on her legs. She laughed, moving a hand to ruffle his hair. Once again, as Rafayel applied the lotion he massaged her sore muscles, with the occasional kiss to her skin, making her even more tired. Afterwards, he applied her skincare to her face, repeating the steps on his own. “Let's go eat,” he instructed, grabbing y/n’s hand. 

“When did you even order food?” She asked curiously. 

“When I got you water I also placed an order at that restaurant you like,” he shrugged. 

“The expensive one?!” 

“It's not expensive to me,” he argued. 

“Rafayel! That place is super expensive, especially their delivery,” she lightly smacked his arm. 

“Ow!” He frowned, rubbing his arm as if she had just punched him so hard he'd bruise. “You had a hard day, just let me treat you.” Y/n couldn't argue with that, especially when she saw that he had ordered all of her favorite things from the restaurant. The two sat on the floor up against the couch, a movie playing as they ate. Y/n grew even more tired after eating, head bobbing until falling onto Rafayel's shoulder. He smiled before carefully moving to pause the movie before turning it off. “What’re you doing?” Y/n muttered, half asleep. 

“Let's go to bed,” he kissed the top of her head. He held her hand, guiding her to the closet in his room to change into something to sleep in, as they still wore their robes. Y/n was quick to steal one of Rafayel's tee shirts and a pair of his boxers, running out of the closet and into the bathroom to change before Rafayel could say anything. She had taken his favorite shirt to sleep in after all. Rafayel smiled and shook his head, realizing he was so helplessly in love with her. He sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for her. His breathing stopped when the bathroom door opened, revealing the woman. She looked stunning, the shirt a bit big and loose on her, falling off her shoulder. She cheekily smiled at him before jumping onto his bed and burying herself under his covers. Rafayel was still processing the sight of her; he didn't move until he felt her toes wiggling against his back. He smiled and grabbed her feet through the blanket, shaking them. She laughed with him and he moved to get under the blankets with her. She quickly moved to wrap herself around him. “Someone's nice and cuddly today,” he grinned at her, making her blush and hide her face in his chest. 

“-ts nice,” she mumbled, making Rafayel squeeze her. 

“It is nice. I'll hold you anytime and anywhere. For any reason. You're happy and want to cuddle? I'm down. Sad and want to cuddle? Definitely. Even if you're mad and want to cuddle. I'd never let you go,” Rafayel admitted. She nodded in his chest. “Thank you for being vulnerable with me today. I know it's not easy.” 

“Thank you for being you,” she countered. 

“I am pretty great,” he teased, making her chuckle, but nod. 

“You are,” she agreed. She moved her head to look into his eyes before pressing a kiss against his lips. Rafayel deepened the kiss quickly and it lasted much longer than y/n had meant to, just wanting to kiss him goodnight. But the way he kissed her with so much love had her craving more, his hand gently holding her cheek. She was surprised when he was the one to pull away first, leaving a kiss on her nose as he gave her a dopey smile. “I love you,” she whispered to him and his smile widened. 

“I love you too, forever and always. Good luck getting rid of me,” he answered. 

“Mmm that's okay with me. I don't want anyone else.” 

“Get some sleep okay? You need it,” he instructed. She nodded and tried to do as he said, but wasn't able to. 

“Raf?” 

“Yeah love?” 

“I can't fall asleep,” she sighed. 

“Want me to tell you a bedtime story? Or count sheep?” He asked. 

“What did you count in Lemuria?” She asked. 

“Hmmm. Whatever really. Coral, fish, sharks,” he listed off examples. 

“Pick one for me?” She bit her lip. Rafayel nodded and began to count. 

“One little fishy. Two little fishes. Three little fishes………” 

As he continued, y/n began to drift off to sleep, his voice comforting her. She relaxed into his hold, falling into a deeper sleep. 

“Are you asleep?” Rafayel whispered after counting a lot of little fishes. “Guess so,” he smiled to himself, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Sweet dreams, my dear mermaid bride.” 

Sylus: 

Y/n was strong and she knew it. It was this feeling of strength and independence that made her struggle to rely on anyone, even for the smallest things. Meeting Sylus was the greatest day of her life….sort of. The day itself was interesting to say the least, but regardless, she was happy to be with him. He supported her wordlessly, admiring her abilities and strength. It was partly what drew him in. She didn't need to rely on Sylus, but that didn't mean Sylus didn't want her to not rely on him. He knew she was strong, but he knew that at times it was just a face. Sometimes she hurt and didn't show it. Sylus wished she would, but never brought it up in conversation. Y/n felt the same. Sometimes she just wanted a hug, but asking for it from her literal boyfriend felt too hard. 

Today broke her facade, a two day almost non stop mission breaking her. She was the tiredest she had ever felt in her life, physically and emotionally. She just wanted to curl up in a ball and let darkness take her away. A bit dramatic maybe, but she'd never say it out loud. Smiling and going to celebrate with her coworkers after the mission, despite how exhausted she was. Not to mention, around ten hunters all battered, bruised and bloody were just casually out having a drink…As soon as they had left the pub, she could feel her body slump. Y/n didn't want to go back to the quiet comfort of her apartment where she would have to cook her own food, bathe, and tend to her wounds. It was one of the rare occasions she wanted to be taken care of. Normally, she would push that feeling down and do everything alone. Today she decided to risk it and head over to the N109 zone. 

Parking her motorcycle near Sylus's base, or home, y/n removed her helmet and knocked on the door. There wasn't an answer, which wasn't abnormal. She hadn't even talked to Sylus in days, he could have something to do. Y/n dug into her bag and found the spare key at the very bottom, having to take everything out to find it. She begrudgingly threw everything back into her bag and entered. As she guessed, no one seemed to be home. She hadn't seen Mephisto today either, though she suspected he was keeping tabs on her. Which meant Sylus would know she came to his base and would come back as soon as he could. Y/n shuffled to his couch, not wanting to lift a finger. Flopping onto the couch, she let her mind wander and her eyes close. 

Sylus received word of Y/n’s arrival at his base not too long after she arrived, thanks to Mephisto. He wrapped up his meeting early, leaving Luke and Kieran to finish it so he could go check on his girlfriend. It was rare she went to his base without telling him. In fact he was pretty sure it had never happened. He knew she wasn't seriously injured or anything, but it was the first time she had decided to go to him instead of dealing with everything alone. That thought is what made him speed over to his base, not needing to worry about speed limits in the N109 zone. 

Sylus was a bit surprised to find his girlfriend sleeping on his couch. He expected she would be doing something as she usually is. She's not much of a napper, preferring to get things done right then. He took in her appearance, frowning slightly at the blood covering her. He walked to his bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it before returning. Sylus sat on the floor, gently cleaning the blood off of the skin he could see, checking for any injuries. Though he was careful, y/n woke up, eyes blinking in confusion. “Sylus?” She asked. 

“I'm here. How was the mission?” He asked, continuing to wash her. 

“Fine,” she replied, making Sylus's eye twitch. 

“Just fine? We both know that's not true. You're here, sleeping and covered in blood,” he pointed out. She nodded and bit her lip. 

“Yeah,” she sighed. “It went fine in the sense that it's done and taken care of. I'm pretty tired though.” 

“Mm, and you came here sweetie?” Sylus pushed gently. 

“I, uh,” she began, years welling up in her eyes. How could she tell him? How would he react? “You can tell me sweetheart,” Sylus paused, setting the washcloth to the side and giving her his full attention. 

“I didn't want to take care of myself. I wanted you…to take care of me,” she finally spoke, voice drifting off at the end so soft Sylus barely caught what she said. He smiled softly and brought a hand to her cheek, wiping away a stray tear. He didn't like seeing her cry. Especially over something so small. Had he done something to make her feel embarrassed about this? “I will happily take care of you. Whenever you want. Even if you just had a bad coffee in the morning, I'll comfort you. You're so strong, y/n, but that doesn't mean you have to take care of everything alone,” he reminded her, making her cry more. “Come here,” he softly spoke, reaching for her hands and pulling her into his lap. Y/n tried to keep it cool, but wasn't successful. Sylus held her with so much love and care she couldn't hold back her tears. Sylus said nothing, just letting her cry in his arms as he comforted her. She seemed so small and fragile to him at that moment. Y/n could only think of the opposite, how warm and comforting he was.

Eventually, she calmed down. “Do you want to shower or take a bath?” Sylus asked her, petting her hair. 

“Bath. Don't wanna stand,” y/n mumbled. He chuckled. 

“Understood. Do you want me to assist you or cook you something to eat?” 

“Cook,” she immediately answered, starving. He nodded. 

“I'll go run a bath for you. Afterwards I can tend to your wounds and we can eat. Sound good?” Sylus asked. She nodded and reluctantly got out of his hold, walking hand in hand to his bathroom. Sylus began the water for the bath, moving to a cabinet and asking what she preferred to have in the bath. It warmed y/n’s heart to see how oddly prepared he was. He had an assortment of bath bombs, salts, washes, lotions, oils and more at the ready. A silent way of showing that he cared for her. Once ready, she got into the bath and Sylus left her. He returned a moment later with clothes in his hands for her. He smiled at her before setting them in the counter and leaving. 

In the kitchen, Sylus had put on some music and began to cook his girlfriend's favorite meal. He hummed along, smiling to himself as he chopped the vegetables. He knew she didn't like vegetables, but always managed to sneak them in without her knowing. She deserved the best food after all. As he was putting the dish in the oven, he heard y/n enter. He turned to see her smiling softly to herself and he reciprocated without realizing. “Feeling better sweetie?” He asked. She nodded. “Let's get those wounds taken care of.” They headed back into the living room, y/n sitting on the couch while Sylus grabbed supplies. He was through, making sure to disinfect and bandage all the cuts on her, being gentle. She knew he was being gentle, as she had witnessed how he bandaged Luke and Kieran, the two regretting that decision. “Want me to do your hair?” He asked when he was done, hands resting on her thighs. He had noticed she had washed it, but done nothing with it. She was very particular with her hair, wanting to make sure her curls were well taken care of. “Can you?” She asked with hopeful eyes. 

“Of course. Do you want me to style it like you would and diffuse it or braids?” He asked. 

“You can braid?” Her eyes narrowed, not believing the head of Onychinus could braid hair. 

“Of course,” he chuckled. 

“Why would you learn to braid hair?” She asked, baffled. He shrugged smugly. 

“Just in case my girlfriend asked me to braid her hair,” he answered. He had noticed in days she didn't want to do her entire hair routine, she put it into two braids, not dealing with it. “I'll go get a comb and hair ties,” he stood up and left, leaving y/n a bit speechless. When he returned he stood to the back of the couch, taking her hair in his hands. She felt him brush through it, ridding of anything tangles, before parting it and braiding. Y/n couldn't see the braid, but it felt like he was actually pretty solid at braiding it. He had finished just in time, the timer for the food going off as he was wrapping a hair tie around the last braid. “There. Wanna go check my masterpiece?” He teased. Y/n ran a hand over the braids, impressed. 

“Duh,” she scoffed. “Need to make sure they're good.” Sylus laughed and left to get the food, while y/n left to check her hair. “Thoughts?” He asked, plating the food when she walked in. 

“I'm thoroughly impressed,” she admitted, deciding to be brave and walk over to him, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her face into his back. “Thank you.” Sylus froze for a moment, not expecting her to show any affection as usually he was the one initiating any, but quickly relaxed, pressing his hands against hers. “Anything for you,” he whispered to her. Y/n whined in response, squeezing him as hard as she could. “Going to need more strength to kill me sweetie,” Sylus teased, tapping her hands as a way to tell her to chill. She didn't, continuing to squeeze him, even more than before. “Sweetie, I love you, but you are going to kill me,” Sylus breathed out. Y/n laughed and let go, moving to his side and standing on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. She grinned when a slight blush grew in his face and quickly moved to sit at the table. Sylus took a moment to recover, then joined her with the plates. 

The two chatted while they ate, talking about their recent adventures and teasing each other. When they were finished, y/n attempted to do the dishes, but Sylus quickly took them from her and put them in the sink. “Don't worry about it,” he instructed. 

“They'll get all gross and stinky Sy,” she argued. 

“And that's for me to worry about some other time,” he countered, sliding his hand into hers and pulling her to his bedroom. They laid in bed, Sylus refusing to change just yet with the excuse that he was comfortable enough with her in his arms. 

“Sy?” Y/n broke the comfortable silence. Sylus hummed. “Are you sure you don't mind taking care of me?” 

“Of course sweetie,” he immediately answered, brows furrowed. “Have I done something to make you feel like it's a bother to take care of you?” 

“No, not at all!” She quickly answered. “It's just– I don't know. I've never had someone care about me enough to want to care for me. I know I'm strong and a great hunter and independent, but I don't always want to be. I just don't know how to say that.” 

“You're the strongest person I know, who I love dearly. Wanting to be cared for doesn't make you weak or any less independent. I want to take care of my strong miss hunter. I want to be there for you when you don't feel 100%. All you have to do is ask. You don't even have to ask. Hell, I would never say no to any sort of affection from you,” he chuckled lightly. “You can be who you are around me. Strong or weak. Happy or sad. You don't have to fake it with me because I love you.” Y/n felt a blush creep up her cheeks. 

“I love you too. And thank you for saying that. I'll try to be more open, just be patient with me?” She muttered. 

“I could wait centuries for you,” he told her, guiding her lips to his and kissing her. He deepened the kiss, wanting to feel her even closer to him. Y/n felt like she couldn't breathe, but didn't want to break the kiss. She whined when Sylus did, making him smirk. “How about I show you just how much I wanna take care of my strong girl?” His eyes darkened as he moved to hold himself on top of her, pressing another kiss to her lips before moving lower and lower, slowly moving her shorts down with him…. 

Zayne: 

Zayne was the only person y/n was able to lower her guard with, he also happened to be her boyfriend. Growing up with him near meant he had been there through ups and downs. So while she struggled to let her guard down with most people, Zayne was not one of them. Besides, her guard needed to be up as a hunter. So when she got done with a half week long mission outside of Linkon, she headed straight for Zayne’s apartment instead of her own. 

They had kept in touch as much as they could while y/n was gone from Linkon, but she didn't bother to tell him she was headed straight for his place after. She missed him and was exhausted from the mission. Upon entering his apartment, she realized she didn't even check his schedule, the apartment being empty. He'd return eventually though, she thought as she curled up into his bed, breathing in the comforting scent. 

Zayne was nervous when his apartment door opened without him typing in the code to get in. The nerves eased up on remembering y/n was the only person who had access. As his eyes searched his apartment, he unbuttoned the top of his shirt, the dress shirt growing uncomfortable after wearing it all day. His stomach dropped when he entered his bedroom and found his girlfriend laying on his bed, covered in blood and dirt. He rushed over and immediately pressed some fingers to her throat, checking her pulse. He sighed in relief when he felt the familiar thumps. Of course she would be okay, she was a skilled hunter. A skilled hunter who ignores her health conditions and lies about being hurt to him. So he began to examine her, ensuring there was nothing major. “Zayne, are you examining me?” Y/n peeked an eye open as he was searching her other arm. 

“I need to make sure you're alright,” he responded.

“I'm fine babe,” she sat up and stretched. 

“You always say that. Last time you were ‘just fine’,” he narrowed his eyes and made quotes with his fingers. “You needed stitches in two separate spots.” 

“Fair point. Fine look,” she gave in, spreading out her arms so he could take a good look. And he did, making sure to check every part he could. He nodded in content. “Nothing major,” he noted. Y/n nodded, a smile on her face. “How was the mission?” 

“Ugh,” she sighed. “It went fine, just a lot of long nights in a row. And a good amount of fighting. I'm exhausted.” 

“When do you work again?” 

“Two days from now,” she answered almost as a question. Zayne narrowed his eyes on her. “Fine okay, tomorrow,” she admitted. Zayne sighed. 

“Take a day off to rest princess,” he frowned slightly. She looked at him with a pleading look. “Doctor's orders,” he raised his brow, making her sigh in defeat. 

“Fine. I'll call in tomorrow.” 

“Good. Let's get cleaned up,” he decided, easily lifting the girl into his arms and carrying her to the nearby bathroom. Wordlessly, or more like with a raised brow when y/n went to undress, he moved to get her out of her uniform, before undressing himself and stepping into the shower. Although he believed she was insane for the amount of heat required in her showers, he turned the knob to be as hot as possible before reaching a hand out, inviting her in. He watched as she visibly relaxed from the heat, a soft smile on his face. While she stood and appreciated the feeling of the water in her skin, Zayne grabbed the nearby soap and began washing her back. When finished, he placed his hands on her hips and turned her towards him, continuing his new job. “Okay you're turn baby,” y/n sang, grabbing the soap from him. 

“If you insist,” he sighed, not having the energy himself to argue. She repeated the same gentleness in her boyfriend, making sure to wash him completely. When they were both free of sweat, dirt, and blood, they stepped out of the shower and grabbed some towels. Y/n left the bathroom first, heading to Zayne’s closet, but was stopped when a hand grabbed hers. She turned to look at Zayne confused. “Go lay on the bed,” he nodded towards his bed. “I'll give you a massage.” Her eyes lit up at the offer and quickly shuffled to lay face down on his bed. 

Zayne followed, grabbing the massage oils he had used on her before, not wanting her muscles to be tense. He hadn't bothered to dress himself, towel wrapped around his waist. He chuckled when he saw the towel still firmly wrapped around his girlfriend. “It'll be hard with this in the way, princess,” he commented, tugging the towel. 

“You mean you'll be hard with it off?” Y/n turned her head to the side and teased him. He just sighed in response. 

“I can control myself, thank you. How will I massage your back if it's covered?” He questioned. She shrugged before giggling and pushing herself up to undo the towel, letting it fall to the side before laying back down. Zayne was a bit startled, as usually she'd keep her waist down covered when he massaged her, not that it was that often. But he regained his composure quickly, rubbing the oil between his hands and beginning the massage. He hadn't mentioned it to her, but he took notice of how tight her muscles tended to be, which made sense because of her job. So he had taken a massage class at the hospital that they offered she could get massages anytime. They'd be free and of course due to the class, they'd also be good. He was meticulous with it, as he is when performing surgeries, making sure to get rid of every knot and tight spot. 

To y/n, the massages from him were like no other. Going to a regular massage was nice, but having someone you love and care for massage you was incredible. She could feel how much he cared for her in the improvements he seemed to be making with the massages. She was almost falling asleep from how relaxed she felt. He had even messaged her legs and arms today, leaving her feeling like jelly. When he was finished she didn't even want to move, so she didn't. He had placed a blanket over top of her, so she wouldn't get cold as well. She heard him walking and rustling, putting some clothes on and such, but didn't move. It wasn't until she felt the bed dip that she moved to look. Zayne was sitting against his headboard next to her phone in hand. She watched him for a while until he set his phone down and met her gaze. “Whatcha doing?” She asked him. 

“Ordering dinner. It should be here quick. You wanna put some clothes on?” He asked. 

“You don't wanna see me like this,” she gave him a teasing pout, making him chuckle. 

“Of course I do. All the time,” he admitted. “I'm perfectly happy with you just like that, as long as I'm the one answering the door to get the food so no one else sees what's mine, princess.” Y/n’s face flushed slightly, not expecting such a serious answer, though this was her boyfriend. She wordlessly got up and went to his closet, finding some of his clothes to sleep in. Once dressed she flopped back onto Zayne's bed, the two saying nothing. Their silence was interrupted by the bell ringing, Zayne immediately getting up to get the food. Y/n sat up legs criss crossed patiently waiting. “Food is here princess,” Zayne called for her. After not getting a response, he entered his bedroom. Y/n gave him her best puppy eyes and he sighed. “If you spill on my bed,” he threatened. 

“That was one time! I'll be careful, I promise,” she begged. He didn't answer, instead leaving and returning with the bag of food. He got the boxes out, handing one to her. When she went to open it and dive in, Zayne stopped her. He wrapped his fingers around the fork she held and took it from her, loading the fork. She furrowed her brows. “What are you doing babe? I can feed myself you know,” she questioned. 

“Not without making a mess,” he teased, earning a slap from the woman. “I know you're perfectly capable, but I want to. You're exhausted and I don't want you to have to lift a finger. You're my princess after all, no?” 

“Fine,” y/n sighed. Zayne guided the fork to her mouth and she opened, though a bit embarrassed to be spoon fed by her boyfriend. Eventually, it wasn't so embarrassing and kind of nice to not even have to move to eat. When she finished her food, Zayne dug into his. 

When they were both finished, Zayne threw away the boxes before joining his girlfriend in bed. She was quick to snuggle up against him, seeking warmth. He obviously wrapped his arms around her, keeping her close. “Thank you for today. I know you're also probably tired from work, so I appreciate you caring for me still,” y/n thanked him. 

“Of course princess. You do the same for me. Always making sure I eat and sleep at a reasonable time. I want to be able to take care of you too,” he answered, moving to kiss her. 

“You're getting a little too good at massages.” 

“How so?” 

“I'm gonna fall asleep right now. I can barely keep my eyes open from how relaxed I feel.” He chuckled in response. 

“Good thing it's time to fall asleep then. Goodnight princess. Have the sweetest dreams. I love you.” 

“I love you too,” he heard her mumble before fully relaxing into him. He smiled when a moment later he heard her soft snores, joining her in Dreamland not too long after. 

Xavier: 

Xavier and y/n had just finished a grueling three day mission together. Everything had gone wrong, more and more wanderers showing up. They had pretty much fought non stop for three days. When attempting to get rest when there weren't any wanderers, the person on guard, Xavier, spotted more coming. Y/n hadn't even fallen asleep. Eventually, backup was called to help finish the job. Even still, the two were exhausted, barely moving. Unfortunately, the desire to eat was even stronger than that of sleeping. “Hot pot?” Y/n asked the man, walking next to him. He nodded in response and the two wordlessly walked to the hot pot place they always went to. 

At first, the two ate in complete silence, not even having the energy to do anything but eat. They were surrounded by people at other tables, talking and laughing, while they sat silently. The ambiance almost made Xavier fall asleep, his girlfriend lightly kicking his foot under the table to wake him. The food began coming and they ate, almost leaving the meat in too long from their exhaustion. After each eating around four servings of just meat, they regained some energy. “Do you ever regret becoming a hunter?” Y/n suddenly asked. 

“Mmm,” Xavier thought. “No.” 

“Really? Even after missions like that where you can barely walk home?” 

“Yeah. I want to help people, even if that means being exhausted. Plus I'll just take a few days off and sleep,” he shrugged. She shook her head. 

“That sounds like something you'd say you sleepy head,” she smiled. 

“Yeah. Even better though if I have you next to me,” he admitted, throwing her off. She said nothing, instead busying herself with the plate of vegetables that arrived. She couldn't deny it was much nicer to sleep next to him than alone. When they finished their food, they walked hand in hand to their apartment complex. “Wanna stay at mine tonight?” Xavier suddenly asked. 

“What do you have planned?” Y/n asked curiously. 

“To sleep, obviously.” 

“Only if I can sleep next to you and we wash up first. We shouldn't sleep covered in blood and dirt,” she chuckled. 

“Do we have to? Wouldn't it be so much nicer to just get into bed as soon as possible?” 

“We do lovey. Imagine how much nicer it'll be when we're cleaned and in something more comfortable. I don't want to either. I’d much rather just crash. I could sleep right here if I wanted to.” 

“Please don't. It's not safe.” 

“Exactly. So we should wash up first thing,” she smiled at him. 

“Fine,” he agreed. When the two of them got to Xavier's apartment, y/n dragged him straight to his bathroom, starting the shower. Once in the shower, they just stood and appreciated the water. Xavier wrapped his arms around his lover and rested his head on her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her cheek first. He almost fell asleep like that, but she moved first, grabbing the soap and moving to scrub his back. He did the same for her before they wordlessly stepped out and put clothes on. Xavier was impatient as he watched her do her skincare, tugging on her arm and hugging her. “Almost done lovey,” she muttered, making him sigh. Xavier was always a little bit more needy when he was this tired, a bit of a change for them. Y/n was usually the more needy one, being affectionate with him as much as she could. She couldn't help it though. He was her first love. She was tired of having to be strong and independent. Xavier was happy to be there and support her. He was also happy when he was like this. 

Once her skincare was finally complete, she shuffled to the bed, Xavier still wrapped around her and refusing to let go. They made their way under the blankets, Xavier spooning his lover. She relaxed into his hold, laying her hands on his. Y/n was surprised when Xavier spoke up, assuming he had already fallen asleep. “Thank you for today. You're an incredible partner inside and out of work,” he whispered. 

“I could say the same for you. You pretty much saved my life yesterday when I was cornered.” 

“As if I could watch you get hurt. You're my starlight.” 

“Mhm,” she chuckled quietly. 

“Sleep well. I love you my starlight,” he whispered before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. 

“I love you too Xavie,” she whispered back, the short confession lulling the man to sleep. She followed soon after, no longer able to stay awake. 

[emeraldserenade]

Coming Home ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: you come home to your bed and your boyfriend waiting for you.

tw: fem!reader, none?, barely edited

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

This being based on me just getting home after my three day long trip to Kansas? What? That's crazy talk. However, if it was, the only difference here is that I drove and didn't have Joaquín to come home to. Anyway, I'm back! And I am working my way through requests so have this one while I continue to work on them.

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Trips for work were, sadly, a bit part of your job. Upper management seemed to love to send you to random places to aid in a conference or a meeting where you are treated as nothing more than an overpaid secretary.

You loved your job, but you loved your bed and your Joaquín more. You had been gone for only three days, yet you craved your bed and being next to Joaquín. You were watching the sky pass on the private plane your employers had you and the others on, your music played through your headphones as you ignored everyone else.

It was closer to 1:20am when you landed. You rushed off the plane, barely saying goodbye to your coworkers, and rushed to the car that was waiting for you. They knew your address and took off as soon as you were in the seat, you were barely buckled but were by the time you pulled on the main road.

"Thank you!" You called as you jumped out the backseat and to the trunk so you could grab your bags. You waved to the driver as you made it to the door, you punched in the code and rushed inside. Your movements slowed as you reached closer to the bedroom, you didn't want to wake Joaquín. You missed him but you didn't want to make him get up just because you were home.

You gently placed your bag down next to the dresser, you would unpack in the morning when the sun was up. You slowly undressed, your shoes having been kicked off at the front door. "Angel?" Joaquín's tired voice floated through the air and you relaxed. You spun to face him, in nothing but one of his shirts that hung just under the swell of your ass.

"Hey, baby," you walked over, plugging your phone in as you reached your bed.

"You're home," Joaquín sighed and pulled you to him as you got in bed. You were surrounded by the sheets, the pillows, the blanket, and him and you finally fully relaxed.

"I am, and I'm so happy to be," you pressed a kiss to his bare chest, one that he reciprocated with a kiss pressed to the crown of your head. You two fell into a comfortable silence as both of your breathing evened out and you fell asleep. Content and happy with the fact that you were home and in Joaquín's arms again.

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[namsgyu]

living with namgyu — a drabble-ish spiel

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living with namgyu means getting used to him appearing randomly in the same room as you, footsteps almost inaudible

living with namgyu means staying up a little later to greet him after his night shift and club pentagon! you present him with a reheated meal, his portion of the dinner you cooked earlier. he insists you don’t have to do this for him, but you never listen — your hardworking boyfriend deserves a home cooked meal!

living with namgyu means being surprised the next day with breakfast before you head off to your own job! namgyu claims he does it just to repay last nights favor, but he secretly thrives off the way you thank him, complimenting the food he made

living with namgyu means fighting over the shower head for water, when you two decide to shower together it starts off as a joke, but soon enough one of you basks in the warmth and gentle massage of the shower while the other stands in the corner waiting, looking like a wet cat

living with namgyu means helping him get dressed before his shift! finishing the last touches, helping him with the last few buttons on his shirt, even helping him pick out a tie. of course he can get himself dressed, but he cherishes these last few moments together before he heads off

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[dimlylittorch]

i love throwing you guys these little blurbs like an old man feeding the pigeons

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John Price x pre-op!transmasc!reader

small synopsis: john price is your older boyfriend.. who isn’t as technologically savvy as you are.

Tonight was going to be a fun night. John was away for the night, handling some business overnight while you sat cozied up in your bed with your favorite drink and a cheesy romance film playing on the tv. You had just done an everything shower, every cream applied and every part of your body scrubbed- you felt perfectly clean and content. And the best part? You even bothered to put on clean, warm sheets. A perfect night through and through.

But what was even better about tonight, was a package came today. A new vibrator that you had ordered, nothing too crazy- accompanied by a small bottle of lube, just to explore a little. You’d only ever used your trusty vibe that you found as a teen, sticking with what worked. But now you were older and you wanted to branch out a little. That’s what other people did, right?

You and John hadn’t been dating for very long, and you hadn’t quite gotten very intimate yet. Make out sessions, a little grinding, a good starting point- but not quite to the big finish. You figured it wouldn’t hurt to try a new toy, especially since the two of you weren’t quite there. You opened the new box, plugged it in and sat on your bed. Waiting. And waiting. These things weren’t exactly quick to charge, you know. You mindlessly fiddled with the hem of your oversized shirt, sighing as you watched the little light flash over and over, signaling it wasn’t done charging yet. It was agony- all you wanted to do was lay back and have a hopefully good orgasm.

Meanwhile John was hunched over his desk at the office, rubbing his eyes so hard he saw spots. He was exhausted, really- just wishing he could stop by your place and spend the night with you. You always knew how to make him feel better, holding onto him like a big teddy bear and playing with his hair, fixing him little snack trays and silly drinks. He adored how you still maintained that little bit of innocence- one he had lost a while ago. Sitting back in his chair, his mind kept straying to you. And eventually? He gave in. Work could wait.

You knew it in your gut- it was almost done charging. It had to be, right? It’s been what- twenty minutes? Surely it was almost-

A knock on your door.

Any semblance of patience you had quickly faded, tossing your covers off and huffing as you walked to your door. Yanking it open and slightly glaring up at John, who seeing your demeanor immediately had an apologetic smile on his face.

“Love?” He asks hesitantly.

“I’m busy.” You say plainly. “Like- really busy.”

He looks over your form with a small smirk, clearly not believing you. “I won’t bother you, lovie. Just let me get a snack, hm?”

You sigh softly. God this man knew how to work you. ‘Just a little snack’ and soon enough he’d be in your bed holding one of your plushies. You step back, leaving the door open for him before turning and walking back to the bedroom.

He chuckles softly, closing and locking the door before taking his coat and shoes off, leaving them by the entrance. He followed you into the bedroom, smiling as he sees you sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to your charging port. He walked over, sitting next to you and his eyes flitted to what you were staring at. A light pink- machine- with the tip of it shaped like a mouth.

“Dove” he muttered faintly, confusion written across his face. “What the bloody hell is that?”

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest as you pout. “My new toy.” You mutter. “It’s taking forever to charge.”

His head tilts a little as he looks at it, before shifting his gaze to you. “A toy?” He murmurs faintly. “Like.. a sex toy?”

You look up at him, your head tilting as well. “..yeah?” You say faintly. “Like- you know. A vibrator.”

He stares at you for a few moments before nodding a little, grunting and shifting his gaze downcast. “Right. Right.” He mutters. “Vibrator.” He repeats to himself, testing the words out on his tongue.

You let out a faint breath as you watch him, your eyes narrowing. “You know what a vibrator is, right?”

He quickly scoffs, playfully bumping your shoulder. “Christ in heaven- of course I know what it is. I just- haven’t exactly seen one in a while. Let alone one that looked like that..”

You laugh, shaking your head with amusement. “Fucking hell- I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had to explain a vibrator to you.” You smile. Looking back at the toy, your smile immediately grows when you see that the light is no longer flickering. “Thank god- it’s done.” You beam as you hop over and grab it. Glancing towards the bed, your eyes pause on John and your smile falls. “Oh.” You whisper. “I can’t.. well. Damn it.” You sigh. “I was gonna.. you know. Try it out.”

John’s cheeks flush slightly and he clears his throat, slowly standing up from the bed. “W-well- I won’t stop you, love.” He says quietly. “I can.. stay in the living room. Out of the way.”

You think about it for a moment, eventually sighing. “I can’t just- kick you out like a cat in the rain.” You murmur. “I mean.. do you just want to- I don’t know. Get off together?”

He coughs slightly at your words, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “Is that what kids these days do?” He chuckles weakly. “Usually we would just.. you know. The bases. There wasn’t any of that fancy stuff.”

You chuckle, moving to sit on the bed with a smile. “It’ll be fun. Tons of people do it, yeah?” You reassure him. “And if you’re not into it we can just watch a movie.”

It didn’t take long for him to strip down to his boxers, gently slipping into bed next to you. It had been a few years since he’d been so.. open with someone else. It was definitely more nerve wracking than he remembered. Watching you get comfortable, your hand holding your new toy slipping between your thighs- fuck. It was going to be a long night.

[kentosovertime]

𝐿𝓊𝒹𝒾𝒸 (adj.) full of fun and high spirits

➳ best friend!gojo x afab!reader

➳ a/n: this fic contains referencing and conversation about nonconsensual drugging with an aphrodisiac, please read this drabble at your own discretion

➳ cw: explicit content, explicit language, unprotected sex, nonconsensual drugging, heavy dubcon due to drugging

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Everything in this room was hot, scorchingly so. You wave your hand in front of your face in an attempt to cool the sweat beading at your forehead. Why was every shift of Gojo on the mattress next to you sending jolts of electricity down your spine, spearing your center as it clenches around nothing. 

What the hell was in that chocolate he gave you earlier? You hadn’t thought to check the fancy packaging the squares had come in. There had been three of them, divided into two triangles a piece, and greedily you had eaten four full triangles. What strikes you as strange is that despite his sweet tooth, Gojo hadn’t eaten a single square. 

You pick up the box up off your nightstand and frown at the minimalistic packaging when there’s no indication of what you’ve ingested. 

“Problem?” He hums low and his words have the fire burning inside of you flaring more to life. “You’re looking a little flushed.” 

He looks at you expectantly, like he knows the answer to his question without even having to ask. Was it the inferno inside you making you think he’s looking at your body with desire? It must be a delusion that gives you the vision of him leaning in as his eyes flick to your lips.

Time slows when his palm settles on your waist and you can’t plant your arm on his chest fast enough to stop him as his lips meet yours in a slow sensual kiss, as if he was testing the waters. He almost immediately pulls away with a slightly hurt expression on his face.  

“What was in the chocolate?” You whimper, missing his warmth as everything in you buzzes for more. But is it you that wants this or whatever the fuck he fed you?

Your thumping heart convinces you that it’s all you, but your head can’t ignore how quickly this reaction came on. Satoru was good looking, but you’d never react like this, not when you’re so intimidated with how attractive he is.

“Just a little something extra.” He tries to downplay as he pushes you back to lay on the bed you were watching the movie on. 

“Satoru, be s-serious.” You shove him playfully, trying to get the truth from him about what those small triangles of chocolate contained. All while he’s focused on settling his delicious body weight on top of you, parting your legs so he can slot between them. 

You melt into a limp puddle of limbs beneath him as his hips test the waters, grinding a growing hardness into your pajama pants. Your hips flick towards him in response as the heat settles firmly in your core. 

“It’s aphrodisiac chocolate.” A chuckle escapes him. “You eat a triangle and wait. Honestly I didn’t think it would work.”

“I ate four. Why did you let me!?” You smack him and gasp when he catches your wrist and pins it to the bed. 

“Cause I wanted to see you all hot and bothered.” Gojo coos at you. His pupils grow wide as he takes you in, pinned down and under his control. “I have to say… it doesn’t disappoint.” 

He sits back on his knees, his fingers curling around the hem of your pants, taking the liberty to strip you of them before you get to say anything else. It has your face growing concerningly red when his hands grip the meat of your inner thighs and roughly shove them apart. You cover your face in embarrassment as you try to pin your knees tight. 

“Stop-” You protest, wanting the friction he’s willingly giving you, but too flustered having your friend see you like this for the first time. 

“Didn’t think it would get you this wet for me…” He mumbles as he trails his hand through your center, gathering the fluid there before shoving his middle and ring fingers into your tight hole. He teases you, pulling tiny gasps from your lips as he notes where pulls the most reaction from you. 

A groan emits from his throat and he leans forward to lap up the slick mess you’re making before gently flicking your clit with his tongue. The combination of his actions has your back arching off the bed and your hip grinding against his face. 

“Still want me to stop?” He teases you in between licks. 

“Don’t.” It comes out as a whimper, your hand coming up to squeeze at your breasts through your shirt, wanting the stimulation that will push you over the edge. He decides that he’s put you through enough tonight, after all you’ve been so good for him that you deserve to finish on his cock. 

He pulls away suddenly, taking a second to take in your disheveled appearance. Hair fanned across the pillow, chest heaving, and pajama shirt askew. His favorite part is the desperate, high pitched keening noise you’ve started to make at the lack of attention he’s giving you.

“Barely started and you’re already so desperate.” He chuckles and pushes down his shorts, pleased when he sees your eyes widen and hips pitch in his direction, already eager to take him. His hand grasps the hard length of him, pumping ever so slowly to the view you’re gifting him with. 

When he’s had enough of teasing his cute little best friend he nocks himself at your entrance, slowly pushing in to give you time to adjust to his considerable size. Not that it takes you long to manage it. 

“Move-” You plead and moan loudly when he snaps his hips into yours, slow, measured, and rough. The pace moves you up the mattress until your hands have to grip the headboard to keep you in place. 

The high that had been building when his face was between your thigh quickly returns. And your body burns with it. Your nails sink into his lower back and your legs lock around his hips. You teeter on the edge, ready to fall. 

“Give it to me, baby.” He commands as his hands grapple your legs from around him to press your knees to the mattress beside your torso. “Want to fucking feel you, p-please.” 

He stammers as he fends off his orgasm, knowing that he needs to bring you to completion before he has the privilege. He watches, enraptured as your body seizes, every muscle trembling as your eyes squeeze shut. His gaze dips to where it's disappearing into you, groaning at the sloppy wet noises you're making for him. 

He quickly reaches to rub at your clit, pushing your orgasm on as he bottoms out in you roughly, letting go as you clench around him, sucking him and his spend deep. 

“You’re a shit.” You murmur affectionately, half out of it as you come down from your high. 

“Does that mean you want another piece? I have another bar left.”

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[joostabernichtklein]

hey guys, I looked at your rules and I like the fact you write for gn reader!

what about a drabble about joost and gn reader who go to a cat café? (｡♥‿♥｡)

-thx, also, could I be 🪼 anon?

Hiii, of course, you're a #🪼anon ‹𝟹

-enjoy! ≽^•⩊•^≼

Cutie paw (joost klein x gn! reader)

-enjoy₊˚⊹♡

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

It was a sunny, spring morning. The air was filled with the remaining coldness of February, yet at the same time, the sweet scent of growing petals and greens.

You were sitting down at your desk, trying your best to somehow tame your hair, getting so desperate that you used half a bottle of hair spray.

Your [e/c] eyes met with the simple, yet cute outfit you picked out yesterday night. Memories of your breakdown, because in your words "you've got nothing to wear", filled your mind, making you feel quite embarrassed even if nobody's present.

After all, today marked the two week anniversary (if you could call it that) of talking to Joost, the sweetest man you've ever met. Honestly, you guys were still stuck in the talking stage, meaning your so called 'relationship' wasn't that serious. But who cares? You still wanted to dress nicely for him, even if you two would later decide to be just friends.

A loud *buzz* sound has woken you up from your deep awkward thoughts. It was normal for your friends to send your random stuff,so you weren't anxious because of that.

Though there was a chance the text message was from Joost, and you couldn't help but feel nervous- What if Joost couldn't make it today?

You sighed, rolling your eyes at your teenage like behaviour, as you grabbed your phone, reading a message from him.

[Joost•⩊•]: Be ready in 15 mins

You sighed out in relief, thankful that the date wouldn't be cancelled. Joost told you many times it's hard for him to ballance his private life and work, and some of your dates were cancelled before. Though Joost has always made sure to tell you in advance and he even bought you flowers as an apology- such a gentleman(๑'ᵕ'๑)⸝*.

The next fifteen minutes felt like hours, why did you get nervous anyway? You've seen him before, you two would just go for a cup of coffee or hot chocolate, nothing more and nothing less.

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The drive to the cat café made you feel more like yourself, you and Joost having the usual small talk, with questions like 'how was your week?' 'how did you sleep?' and 'how was work?'

It made you realize that after all, Joost was a normal person with normal hobbies. Being a prodigy in the music industry was more of a fun fact.

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The Café itself was a small building, trashed on the outside, cozy on the inside, with a few sofas and dozens of four-legged furballs, waiting to be cuddled.

You almost couldn't take it, your brain experiencing an overwhelming feeling of cute aggression, which Joost found cute.

You sat down on a sofa, which stood proudly away from the front door, away from those prying eyes of the customers, who could recognize Joost and who could share some lies about you two. Or maybe (probably) you weren't used to going out with a famous person, which made you a bit paranoid.

Once the smilling owner came to you to write down your orders, Joost ordered a macha laté with heavy cream of top (if you haven't tried that one i highly recommend it), you weren't sure at first, but you decided for [your favourite drink].

"That's a good one,' Joost pointed out while petting a small kitten that had crawled to his lap. You nodded, talking about your drink preferences while smiling. The sight was so cute after all.

Suddenly, you felt a heavy pair of paws gently clawing at your thighs, making biscuits. It was one of the older cats, or atleast looked like one. it was white, it's fur beatiful and shiny. The colour was very close to the colour of Joost¨s hair, what a coincidence.

'That cat looks like me almost, can i take a pic?" Joost asked, already holding his phone in the right position.

"Sure, why not?" you snickered, smiling at his phone camera.

"Done, you look amazing as always." The blonde teased, licking off some of the cream from his spoon, before bringing it to your lips.

"Come on, try it. It's delicious." You couldn't help but blush lightly, taking the spoon into your mouth. The cream was homemade- you could tell by it's more bland than sweet flavour.

Your head nodded in agreement, before you took another lick. Though you felt bad for eating Joost's heavy cream, but he assured you, saying he's happy that you like it that much.

For another hour and half you two sat on the comfy sofa, enjoying each other's company. While the blonde kept talking to you and petting the cats, you were mostly listening, trying your best to remember his beatiful features like a poem.

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When it came to paying for the laté and [your drink], Joost surprised you with a gentle gesture- he payed for your drink! Now, you could 100% say he's a gentleman.

"You didn't have to, I don't want you to think I only care about your money or somethin-" Joost's hand, which he placed on your shoulder was the thing that made you shut up.

"It's polite for me to pay, [your name], don't think too much about it." He explained in a calm voice, giving the owner the cash with a tip.

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If Joost wouldn't have picked you up in his car, you're sure you two would walk home, since the weather got even better. Not too cold, but also not too warm, ideal for wearing a hoodie.

And then it struck you- a warm feeling pooling in your belly as you looked at Joost, whose hand held yours gently.

"Is this okay?" He asked, waiting for your reply, since he didn't wantr to make you uncomfortable.

You could only nod weakly, your palm already sweating up, but not that much for him to notice.

'For fucksake, [your name] get yourself together!' you said in your head, trying your best to act like nothing's wrong, like you aren't reacting as a teenager would.

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The car ride to your flat was quiet for once, you focusing too much on Joost's hand in yours. It made you feel a bit dizzy, but not in the wrong sence!

"You got quiet," the blonde said all of a sudden, before looking at you,"did you like the date?"

You sighed once again, before adding carefully,"Yeah, i did enjoy it. I'm just not used to some handsome man holding my hand."

The teasing end of the sentence made him smirk, chuckling out a response."Oh really? Not used to that, huh? Are you perchance used to being kissed by that handsome man?"

WHAT?!

Now you were definitely as red as a tomato. What was he saying..

But after all, you liked him a lot. A little kiss wouldn't hurt, right?

"Maybe I am, maybe I am not. Find out." you whispered, closing your eyes as you felt his cologne getting closer to your figure.

And then your lips connected in a sweet, short kiss. It maybe wasn't the most romantic one you've ever had, but it was still beatiful in it's own way.

This meant that there was something more between you two. That maybe, just maybe you could call Joost your boyfriend soon.

All of this ended when Joost quickly turned back, his blue eyes paying attention once more to the road before you both, it wasn't the best idea to kiss while driving.

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Joost gave you a not so friendly smile (more like i-really-like-you smile hehe) when his car parked infront of the apartment building you lived in.

"Have a nice rest of the day, I'm glad I could spend some time with you again," he said in a loving tone, as if you were the only thing that mattered in his life.

Then you said your goodbyes and you watched with a sad face as he drove off.

But one thing was sure- your friends would be hearing about this the whole next week.

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-that's all guys! I really tried my best to write something nice ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ꕤ*.ﾟ. This was actually the first ever FF I've ever written in english, yay!

-there might be some grammatical errors in this 'drabble', I'll try to correct them later, so yeah :3

[miraculous-demigod]

Writing my feeling through fictional characters? It’s more likely than you think;

(Drafted this while my eyes were burning with exhaustion. Maybe I’ll make it longer and into a whole fic. But for now it’s a drabble, cause I’m struggling coming to terms with my sexual just like Galinda lol

TW! For internalized homophobia I guess? Like she doesn’t necessarily have that, but she also doesn’t not have it either. But I’m too tired and burnt out to think of what it could be, anyway here it is)

Galinda forces herself to remember how to breathe.

“So, what are we?”

Well, she’s a fucking mess, the question rattling around her brain for the better half of today. But it’s a fair question, and Elphaba deserves a real answer instead of the lame, half assed, “What do you mean? We’re us,” panicked excuse Galinda gave before class started this morning.

But alas, now it’s night and she still doesn’t have a final answer.

Why is she acting like this? She is an Upland, an Upper Upland no less, and right now she’s acting like she’s never spoken about a gay person before, which being friends with Phannee alone could be her testimony that she definitely has.

So why can’t she get the fucking words out that she was… is…

“You know, we really don’t have to put any labels on our relationship if you’re not ready,” Elphaba says softly, hovering her hand over Galinda’s before placing it on the bed next to her, not to spook the blonde too fast from her thoughts.

“We’re literally spooning and I already told you I liked-liked you,” Galinda says flatly, touching Elphie’s hand briefly before tucking her own into her chest as she curls into a ball of self hatred and despair.

“I’m quite aware, little spoon,” the green girl chuckles slightly, shifting a little to move the other girl closer to her, “but I’m also okay with saying how we’re just two friends. Two good friends— no wait, two very close best friends, actually. If that’s what you want.”

Galinda harrumphs quietly, biting her lip so hard she knows it might bleed, but she can’t bring herself to care. Why did this admittance feel like a crushing weight on her chest? It’s just one fucking word.

The voices inside her head swarm around like angry bees, and are quick to remind her that one word has many, many connotations.

Implications that will affect her forever. That will affect her status, the way others see her not only in a popular sense but how many people will not longer see her as a person she’s always been once the words leave her mouth, how many will treat her differently?

What will her parents think once they hear?

Once they see.

Once they know.

Once they read in some future paparazzi tabloids: Prince Fiyero Tigglar of Winkie Country will have courted someone else, someone who is not her.

Once they understand that the “phase” Galinda “experienced” in middle school wasn’t actually a phase at all, instead it was a part of her she deeply tried to ignore for several years.

Once they understand that their daughter, their only daughter and sole Upper Upland heir, has a crush on a woman.

Once they understand Galinda Upland actually has a—

“Girlfriend, I think your label can be. And mine too, I guess. But I don’t know if I can admit out loud that I’m… I’m a… ya know… yet.”

“The Not Straight™️ then,” Elphaba says jokingly, her smile fading a bit when her partner doesn’t laugh.

“Part of the alphabet remix, if you will,” the witch tries again, feeling proud of herself for receiving a slightly amused hum.

They stay in that position for a while, bathing in the light of the moon and Galinda’s soft pink flower light that settles a comfortable glow around the room.

The blonde pretends a few tears don’t slip down her cheeks as she retakes Elphie’s hand and squeezes it tight, letting that action say what she can’t yet.

Thank you for understanding. Thank you for letting me love you. Thank you for loving me back.

Most importantly, Thank you for not rushing me.

Elphaba doesn’t comment on the tears, just silently brushes them away with her thumb as she presses a kiss into Galinda’s hairline.

For times like this, they don’t need words. Just each other.

[starsandink13]

Yandere Merman Mansion by the Sea Imagine

Link to original drabble here

❤︎ To say he is beautiful would be an understatement; it'd be like saying the ocean is a big body of water. Everything from the soft, luminescent waves of sea-white hair flowing down his face, to the pearlescent glow of his cheekbones, the long and sculpted limbs, the gentle plumpness of his lips, and the large sea-colored eyes is enough to take the breath out of you for a moment.

❤︎ Often, his eyes hold a dreamy gaze that brings a sense of tranquility, relaxing the tension in your muscles. You feel yourself wanting to come closer to him and rest your head in his lap while yours slowly close, just letting yourself get lost in his presence; in his gentle embrace. ❤︎And that's before he even had to sing.

❤︎ When his eyes first locked with yours, it felt like the world came to a halt for a moment. He knew that he wanted you, craved you, needed you more than anything else. And he would do anything to have you.

❤︎ He can't help but catch glimpses of you as you work, watching how you flex and twist as you go about your day. There's something mesmerizing in your movements, something so charming, so endearing that he felt like he could watch it forever and never grow bored. ❤︎ Often he finds himself wondering what it'd be like to finally have one arm around your waist and the other looped around his shoulder while you stare into his eyes. What'd be like to finally start to court you properly. To forsake the master-maid dynamic altogether and embrace you whole-heartedly without restraint. ❤︎ At heart, he's something of an innocent romantic. He cares not for lust and passion, but instead intimacy and tenderness. He prefers gentle kisses, the kind so delicate it barely feels like anything, over bruising and animalistic ones. He would rather hold you in his arms, tenderly brushing your hair while whispering adoration between soft kisses, over pinning you to the wall and slamming his lips onto you before you could react. ❤︎He's terrified if you find out his true nature. Who wouldn't be? Just the mere thought of you discovering drags shame's claws across his heart and turns his knuckles taut.

❤︎But yet at the same time, the thought of you finding out and not seeing any difference brings a warmth to him. He often daydreams of you finding him languishing in the waters, combing his hair and humming while strings of pearls draped around chime and shine with each movement of his shapely moon-colored tail. ❤︎Oh, it'd be a dream to have you running a hand across the shimmering scales or aweing at the lush, flowing fins at the end. To cradle his cheek in one hand while the other feels one of his delicate ear fins and admiring the color and sheen of it. ❤︎ He hates the reason why you're brought here, he really does. So instead, he'll wait for the next unfortunate soul-- or prey upon the other servants and maybe the occasional hapless local. Anyone and anything but you. ❤︎But if you find out... and you are terrified of him Screaming and pleading and crying as he tries to calmly explain himself. So terrified of him to the point of not wanting anything to do with him.... ❤︎Well, that's what his song is for.

[wendichester]

part 2 of coach Teague ?

✮⋆˙ coach teague²,

summary. there’s a new coach in town and suddenly football has become interesting!

pairing. jason teague x reader

wordcount. 606

⋆.˚ ★— read part 1

The problem with Jason Teague isn’t just that he’s attractive. It’s that he’s effortlessly charming, with that easy confidence that makes you feel like he’s always two steps ahead of you—like he already knows exactly what’s going through your mind and is having the time of his life watching you squirm.

And you are squirming. Internally, at least. Because ever since that brief conversation after practice, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about the way he looked at you. Like he saw right through your weak excuse for hanging around, like he enjoyed it.

Which is why, despite your better judgment, you find yourself at practice again the next day. And the next.

You tell yourself it’s casual. That you’re just hanging out, watching your brother. But then Jason looks up mid-drill, spots you on the bleachers, and smirks like he expected you to be there. Like he knew you’d be back.

And, well. That’s just infuriating.

Today, you don’t bother pretending to scroll through your phone. You sit with your legs crossed, arms folded, openly watching as Jason moves across the field, his voice smooth and commanding as he calls out directions. The team hangs onto his every word, eager for his approval. Your brother included.

You shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t be entertaining whatever this is. He’s your brother’s coach, and technically, that should make him off-limits.

But then, practice ends.

The team starts filing off the field, but Jason lingers—because of course he does. And this time, he doesn’t wait for you to pretend you’re not staring. He just walks straight over, sweat-dampened hair pushed back, the sleeves of his shirt once again rolled up to reveal those ridiculously distracting forearms.

“You’re gonna give people the wrong idea,” he muses, stopping at the bottom of the bleachers and looking up at you with that unfairly easy smirk.

You raise a brow, playing innocent. “Oh? And what idea is that?”

“That you actually like football.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling. He’s too smooth for his own good. But you’re not going to give him the satisfaction of an easy win.

“Well,” you drawl, tapping a finger against your knee, “maybe I just like the view.”

His gaze flickers, the smirk deepening. There’s something dangerously unreadable in his expression, something that makes your stomach flip. You expect a quip in return, some cocky remark, but instead, Jason just watches you for a beat too long before stepping up onto the bleachers beside you, close enough that you can smell the mix of clean sweat and faint cologne clinging to his skin.

You should move. You should say something. But your brain has short-circuited because suddenly he’s close—so close that if you turned your head just a little, your nose would brush his shoulder.

“You know,” he says after a moment, voice lower now, smoother, “I think I was wrong about you.”

“Oh?”

Jason’s eyes flick down to your lips, just for a second. “Yeah. I don’t think you like football at all.”

Your breath catches, but you force yourself to hold his gaze. “And what do you think I like?”

His smirk fades into something softer, something more deliberate. He leans in just slightly, enough that the space between you feels electric. “Trouble,” he murmurs.

And then, before you can fire back, before you can process the warmth radiating off him or the way his voice settles somewhere deep in your chest, Jason pushes himself up, claps a hand on your shoulder, and moves away.

Just like that.

Leaving you reeling.

Leaving you absolutely, undeniably, one hundred percent screwed.

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Gymnast!daughter head cannons!!

Gymnast!daughter who likes to spend time with Dick just swinging around in the gym, they’ll boy enjoy just practicing tricks together, hey they even got Bruce to but a trapeze frame for the garden.

Now, Bruce hates it when they do the trapeze. Okay Dick is an incredibly skilled vigilante and former acrobat and his daughter is one of the best gymnasts in the world, he gets nervous, even when there is a net under the trapeze bars.

But Bruce loves his kids so he still bought a trapeze set for Dick and Gymnast!daughter because whatever makes them both happy he’ll make sure they get it.

Gymnast!Daughter who actually did ballet and ballroom dancing before starting gymnastics.

Her mum saw an advertisement where kids could get 2 different dance classes for the price of one if they took the class for 5 months. Gymnast!daughter loved her first classes so much when she was 3 that she continued dancing untill she was 14.

She started gymnastics when she was 8 and would often incorporate some of her dance skills into her floor routines.

Gymast!daughter who’s tall for a gymast. Kind of tall in general since she’s 5’9 but for a gymnast, that’s basically unheard of.

Gymnast!daughter who, because of her height sets new standards for gymnastics, totally destroying the stigma that you need to be small to be good at gymnastics.

Gymnast!daughter who, when she was 15 and working as an intern for Wayne Enterprises was mugged!! In broad daylight as well. Luckily for her Red Hood was near.

Gymnast!daughter who got home and immediately started looking up new articles about the Red Hood.

Gymnast!daughter still hadn’t been adopted by Bruce at this point, that was a couple months later so she didn’t know about their alter egos.

Red Hood became her favorite, vigilante mainly because he saved her but also because he recognised her from a local gymnastics competition and said she reminded him of his brother and that she had real talent.

How can he not become her favorite crime fighting gothamite after that?!!

So Gymnast!daughter buys some Red Hood merch, just a plush and a hoodie okay maybe like 5 hoodies and even some rubbers in the shape of his helmet, she may also dedicated her next floor routine to him by having a leotard the same red as his helmet and the routine being a bit action-y.

The music she used for her floor was a mashup of songs that she had arranged and dubbed the red hood. So yeah she might’ve been a bit of a fan, I mean je did save her life so…..

But imagine Bruce Alfred and Dick’s surprise when they learn she’s a major fan of Red Hood.

I mean, Jason has only recently gotten back and relationships are a bit tense, he’ll swing by the manor now and again for food but, tense.

So yeah Dick who gets a younger sister finds out she’s a huge fan of his brother, he can’t say that nooooo she doesn’t know their identities yet.

So he waits. He puts up with her fangirling over Red Hood but when she tells Dick of how Red Hood told her he had seen one of her gymnastics competitions and she reminded him of his brother Dick decided he could put up with you being Jason’s no1 fan à little longer.

Still Dick always reminds you your room would look better with Nightwing merch instead, saying he’s way cooler than Red Hood.

Gymnast!daughter who laughs a bit at that and tells him she might wear Nightwing blue for her next out of state competition, show some pride and love for the people that try and make Gotham safer.

He finds that quite alright.

So this is the first kind of added on Drabble for the gymnast!daughter series.

I’ll do more little drabbles like this and I know I said this was head cannons but I forgor halfway through writing sk yeah. More like relarionship previews of how stuff was when gymnast daughter first met dick and jason.

Next part should be tomorrow and will show more of tim and Damian then I’ll do steph babs and cassie and duke.

Leaving best till last bruce then Alfred o’Immortal one.

After that probably some short stories to add onto gymnast!daughters life and create more of a character background for her.

Lmk what you all think 🫶🩷