#this one is a MESS i am so sorry 🙈🙈

[gutterfuuck]

i’ve been fiendingggg for some more perv incel mark with a perv reader hehehe 🙈🙈🙈

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idea was copied over from one of my drafts!! it just fit the ask so well!! also hello bowtiful anon! i hope you are very well!!

cw: mdni, mutual masturbation(?), i wasn’t sure how to tag this, the ask is basically the premise haha, this one is quite short again, so sorry!! i am a dark blog so bare in mind before reading or clicking on other works!!

you’d be home soon, he knew it. that’s why he’s been jerking off on your bed since he got the text telling him to set the movie up before you got back. mark hasn’t even put the disc in the dvd player, he was too busy taking in your scent and rubbing his cock on your pillows…

he’d felt something hard under the blankets as he shifted his knees, curiosity getting the better of him, pulling back the sheet and grabbing hold of the object. ah. a vibrator, a wand… he couldn’t believe you were one of those girls; sitting up at night and grinding your clit into the vibrating head of the pretty pink wand, trying to keep your moans silent. mark groaned as he imagined how you’d moan out his name, his thumb looking for the on switch, watching as it started shaking to life.

fuck, you’d had this on your cunt. he bought it up to his mouth, tongue lolling out to lick it, thankful that you’d forgotten about it under the covers so he could still taste you on the toy. it didn’t take long for him to inch it closer and closer to his dick, hips jumping away at the sensation… gosh, he was so sensitive. mark couldn’t hold the vibrator on his cockhead for longer than a second before he felt like his body was going to burn, warm tears brimming in the corner of his eyes as he tried harder and harder to keep it in one place.

because of the combination of the semi-loud vrrrrrrrr-ing of your vibrator and being lost in his own thought, mark hadn’t heard your bedroom door creak open as you took in the sight in front of you. “uh-hhn-“ mark sighed, eyes closed tightly as he focused on how your vibrator was about to bring him to an orgasm. so, so lost in his own pleasure, he hadn’t even seen you enter nor keep your eyes on his shaking body, desperate pink tip leaking pre onto your vibrator. “c-cum..min’- ah— y/n—“ he cries, stomach tightening before you make your presence known.

“yes?” you answer, making mark turn his head to face you, embarrassment taking him over before a wave of pleasure swept him off of his feet, too drunk on the pleasure to realise the gravity of the situation. “s’sorry—‘m sorr- oh, fh-fuuuuckk-..!” he babbled as he shot his load all over your bed, dirtying your pillows and blankets. mark let go of the vibrator limply, tilting his head up to look at you with a guilty plea in his eyes. you’d caught him a few times doing things like this, this was just how friends would hang out sometimes. not a big deal. maybe mark wanted to hang around you all day and sleep in your bed and snoop through your things so he can cum all over your newly washed sheets, some friends are closer than others.

“l-let me— ah, explain,” mark stuttered, thighs twitching as he looked at the mess he’d just made. god, he was so dirty. couldn’t believe he’d done this to you, once again. he couldn’t help it! it was like a drug, he just couldn’t help but keep coming back to you!! you shake your head, smiling at him as if you hadn’t just watched him cum all over himself and your stuff and sounding like a fucking pornstar. “d’you want me to show you how girls cum, mark?” you ask innocently, smile widening as you watched his stare at you blankly through thick framed glasses, familiar glistening crimson trickling down from his nostrils as his cock twitched back to life. god you were killing him. you always pulled some shit like this, he wondered why you didn’t just date him already!! he couldn’t make the first move, he was too shy!! he’d think about that on a different day, opening his mouth to breathe out a quiet, “fuck yes, please.”

before you know it, mark’s tip is pressed against your clit, the warmth from your pussy making it hard for mark to keep his composure, he wanted it in, it wasn’t fair! you slide your vibratior between both of your crotches, looking up at mark for a second, taking off his stupid little glasses so they wouldn’t fall off and inevitably hit you in the face while you were under him. when you’d placed them on your desk gently, you flicked the switch of your vibrator, tummy concaving a little at the feel of the vibration on your sensitive bud.

mark looked gorgeous, his lip pulled between his teeth harshly, eyes half lidded with cheeks glowing red, trying to stop himself from collapsing on top of you. so, so, so sensitive. typical mark. you tutted, pressing the switch further as you mewled with the sudden increased speed, watching as mark’s mouth hung open on a guttural moan, pulling his hips away as he panted with short breaths, resting his head next to yours, “t’much, please, it’s too m-much..-“ he whimpered, avoiding the vibrator every time you tried to press it on his dick. you pouted, looking up at him with big doe eyes, “one more, for me? c’mon, then we can watch the movie, i haven’t even cum yet..!” you teased, scanning his face as you felt pre drip onto your tummy.

“fine..” he says eventually, avoiding your gaze, pressing his hips into yours so he can grind against the vibrating sensations between you both, trying to stop himself from letting tears roll down his cheeks as he worked himself into overstimulation, just for you.

[shaybreezy-17]

Zoro and the Aphrodisiac (Zoro x Fem!Reader)

smutty, silly lil one shot ;p

*TW: Explicit/sexual content*

Fanart credits to: @rrrotten!

This image makes me feel things every time I look at it 🙈…

-

It was a dark and stormy night on the Thousand Sunny, but that didn’t stop you from heading into the kitchen for a midnight snack…

-

“What are you doing with that?!” You whispered, slapping Nami’s hand away from the booze barrel she was pouring something into.

“Relax! It’s just a little calming sedative for the boys to chill out tomorrow morning so I can rummage through their clothes and sell some of the ugly ones for a couple extra berries.” She had her tongue out in focus, pouring a clear substance into the barrel. “Something caught my eye in one of the boutiques in town…”

She placed the bottle down to mix what was inside the barrel, so you picked it up to inspect it, making a mental note to bother her about what she wanted later.

The label had a bunch of hearts and upon reading it a bit further, “MAXIMUM STRENGTH AROUSAL SEDATIVE?” You gasped. “Nami, this might put them to sleep but we’re gonna have to spend a couple hours running away from them first… it’s like an aphrodisiac or worse! Practically liquid viagra…”

Snatching the bottle out of your hands, she read the label carefully, scrunching her eyebrows. “Well, fuck.” She chuckled nervously, “At least they’ll knock out eventually…”

“We have to do something about this before breakfast in the morning.” You sighed, placing the lid back on the barrel. “Should we just toss it out now that everyone’s asleep?”

Nami opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a larger presence behind her.

“Throw what away? Better not be talkin’ about my sake.” It was Zoro. He walked past Nami, approaching the barrel.

“Hands off, now.” He lowered his voice, eyes on your hand over the barrel. “Why are you meddling with my stuff?”

You looked over at Nami, silently begging for help.

“It’s pretty late, huh? I’m just gonna leave you two…” Nami began to back out of the kitchen, mouthing an “I’m sorry” before closing the door behind her.

She’s so dead tomorrow, you thought.

Looking back over at Zoro, “You can’t drink this, bud.” You retorted, placing your other hand on it.

He looked visibly more annoyed. “This isn’t a barrel for everyone to drink out of, it has my sake in it so who the hell do you think you’re talking to?” He began to walk toward you, forcing you to back up into the kitchen wall. “Y/N, you just pissed me off and it’s late. You should go to bed.”

“But, I-”

“Go. To. Bed.”

You rolled your eyes, wishing he’d stop treating you like a child.

If he wanted a drink so bad, he was about to find out why he should’ve stayed outta that damn barrel the hard way.

You opted for sleeping at the Sick Bay for the night as you were sure if you saw Nami right now in the Girls’ bedroom area, you’d probably lash out on her over Zoro annoying you.

-

As you drifted in and out of consciousness, you felt your body being shaken by something. You opened your eyes, blinking a couple times to adjust them but all you could see was a blurry silhouette hovering over you in the dimly lit room.

“About fucking time you get up!” Zoro whispered. “I was looking all over for you.”

You sat up in confusion, rubbing your eyes. “You here to pick a fight over your stupid booze again?”

“No, idiot.” Zoro spat, “You put something in my sake! It’s making me feel… weird.”

“It wasn’t me and you’re the idiot for drinking from the barrel when I told you not to!” You slapped his shoulder.

“I don’t take orders from you last time I checked.” He scoffed.

“Yeah? Look where that got you now.” You retorted. “Get out if you don’t need anything else from me.”

He licked his lips, “You always been this feisty or am I just noticing?”

The sudden change in his behavior threw you off guard, but you knew the affect must have been kicking in worse by now.

“Oh, shut up.” You lightly shoved his chest, “That drink is messing you up, making you feel things you shouldn’t…”

He sat on the bed, leaning towards you. “The drink that you’re responsible for spiking?”

“I-I didn’t-”

He began to caress one side of your face, giving you the most intense eye contact he’s ever had, “I think it’s only fair that you’re responsible for relieving me of what I’m feeling right now…”

You were speechless. It was like Zoro left and let Sanji posses his sexy body. This was so unlike him.

You tried to dismiss the fact that the closer he got to you, the more you realized just how damn good looking he was.

“I need you, Y/N.” He whispered, thumb rubbing the corner of your mouth. His eyes followed, looking down at your lips. He licked his own intently. “Make me feel good.”

His voice made you weak in the knees. You closed your eyes in defeat, letting him finally kiss you.

You were torn between wanting him to make you his or still hating him for never taking you seriously and it caused a fire within you. You kissed him back, angry with passion.

You shoved him, making him lay down at the edge of the bed. Crawling on top of him, you kissed him again. You wanted control of him and this situation so badly… you wanted him to take you serious.

Zoro couldn’t handle his excitement as you felt him struggling to take off his pants until you felt something long and hard spring out and slap against your ass. Breaking the kiss, you positioned yourself over his pre-cum soaked penis.

“Slow and steady,” He placed a hand on your hip to support you, “I don’t wanna tear you up just yet…”

His words made your pussy throb. Looking down at his penis, you lowered yourself down, pushing him further and further inside… 

Once he was fully inside, you clenched your stomach, letting out a tiny grunt. He let out a smirk knowing he would be a lot for you to handle.

Rolling your eyes, you balanced yourself upright before you started working upwards and downwards on his cock. Zoro’s eyes closed shut and he let out a moan before stifling it by biting his hand.

This gave you a nudge of confidence as you began to quicken up your pace. Following your lead, he placed his hands on your waist, lifting you up as he began to thrust up inside you.

He threw his head back and you heard a stringy mess of the word “FuUuUcK!”

Before you knew it, he flipped you over so you were below him. “Sorry, Y/N, but I’m about to destroy you. I won’t hold back anymore.”

Without giving you a moment to even register what he had just said, he shoved himself back inside you causing you to tremble at the feeling of him completely spreading you apart, hitting all the right places.

He fucked you so hard, letting all of his past frustrations and desires toward you roll out with every thrust he made.

“Fuck! I hate you and how good you make me feel.” He growled, not letting up anytime soon.

Without even thinking, you reached up and slapped him across the face. His expression flashed with anger but quickly turned into something darker and more lustful…

“Not rough enough for ya?” He grinned, repositioning your legs over his shoulders to dig even deeper inside you, wrapping one of his hands around your throat as he spit into your mouth. “You’re taking me so fucking well, Y/N, I’m a little surprised.”

Little did he know, you began to feel an orgasm coming on. The way he was so rough with you yet made you feel so good had the knot in your stomach forming, tighter than ever, as your body begged you to let yourself cum.

Zoro hovered over you completely now, digging his face in your neck, leaving bites and kisses all over you. He pulled down your dress at the neckline, letting your breasts come out. As he sucked on your left nipple, he let his hand find your throat again. You couldn’t help but throw your head back at the overwhelming sensations he was giving you, rolling your eyes in pleasure.

“Zoro!” You screamed, “I-I’m gonna-”

Unable to finish your sentence, you felt that knot in your belly pulsating with energy that you were just dying to release. Running your fingers through Zoros hair, you gripped it as you felt yourself coming undone.

You let out a bunch of stringy moans and curse words as you came all over his cock, quivering under him as you attempted to push him out of you, but he held you and your hips down in place and kept ravaging your pussy.

You began to wimper with every additional thrust he gave you after you came. Your pussy was so sensitive now, you felt like you’d cum again any minute now.

Knowing you had no choice but to beg for him for mercy. “P-please, Zoro!” You struggled to find the words as he seemed to have fucked the shit out of the brains you once had, “I-I can’t take it anymore!”

You felt his pace get sloppier by the minute, his breathing heavier than before. You were both covered in each others sweat, but you were too dick-drunk to care or else you woulda dragged the both of you to the showers.

Zoros groans got louder as he fought back his own orgasmic sensation. His throbbing cock made your walls tighten around him even more, causing even more pleasurable agony for him. Eventually, he shoved his cock deeper inside you, making sure not to leave a single inch out. It pulsated and throbbed, followed by Zoro moaning your name loudly in your ear as he released deep inside you.

-

You were both utterly exhausted. Zoro let himself lay on you, no longer supporting up his body weight. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and your arms around his neck. You both laid in silence, only the sounds of you both trying to catch your breath could be heard.

“You look a mess.” Zoro smiled, kissing your forehead, moving a strand of hair out of your face. “A very, very sexy mess.”

“I promise you look worse.” You replied, playfully shagging up his hair. “Well, now you do. Look at that mess on your head.”

He gently flipped you back over so you were on top and he was resting on his back. He looked up at you with sleepy eyes, almost in a drunken state. “Whaddya say we both drink out of that barrel tomorrow night?”

“No way!” You slapped him on the shoulder, “You just wanna go for round two tomorrow, you horny fuck.”

His face formed into a grin as he let his hands rub your naked inner thighs as you straddled him, “More like round six, let’s keep this going ‘til sunrise and save sleeping for the morning.”

“How ambitious of you,” You chuckled, remembering he took a sedative that was clearly already kicking in, but still giving in to the urge to challenge him once more before he was out for good, “to think you’d last much longer…”

[agendabymooner]

newsflash ! pierre g. x ofc (singer!ofc)

“i ain’t interested in being a pretty name on your list.”

summary: somebody’s got to humble pierre gasly; enter ensley soleil, a musician who happens to be a friend of a friend of a friend. OR ensley has already written a line or two in songs about a boy like him, but pierre wants to prove to his crush that being ‘liked by pierregasly’ also means that he’ll pursue her like a man she never knew existed.

content warning: willne and rich brian appearance, middleman!lando, “liked by pierregasly” 🤓, use of explicit language, mentions of cheating/past relationship (unnamed ex)

note: talking to a guy so here’s a content hehe (also i noticed you guys liked the sebastian vettel one… good because i would have cried tbh. might update colour me your colour next, then i’m gonna try to update the daniel ricciardo wedding mini series).

masterlist

liked by pierregasly, wroetoshaw, brianimanuel

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willne you should come back to uk tbh 🙈 liked by ensoleil

ensoleil i’m quite happy here thx :)

user1 WELCOME BACK TO LONDON ENSLEY !!!!

user2 ok but that man fumbled real hard though 🚩

user3 that man bagged a baddie and cheated on her??? a shame smh

user4 “liked by pierregasly” 💀

user5 as a henny and f1 fan, wtf pierre

user6 pear noticed her post??? bruh. landonorris ain’t that your friend?

user7 how are henny and lando connected?

user6 ensley is friend’s with willne, who is lando’s friend. she’s made an appearance or two in a quadrant video before.

user7 ok but like she lucky tho

user8 she and many girls alright.

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user1 how far out*** OOOH YOU FUMBLED THIS ONE PIERRE

charles_leclerc i am so sorry for the chances that you will never have after messing up her lyrics

user2 the tote bag, the booktok and LANA DEL REY??? mans down bad fr liked by pierregasly

user3 you’re really working hard huh pierre 😭 liked by pierregasly

pierregasly take every shot you are given, am i not right? 👌

yukitsunoda0511 you’re working too hard pierre 👎

maxverstappen1 because you’re already her favourite 🤣 pierre isn’t even allowed to breathe in her direction

user4 it’s true; i was the glass of daiquiri whenever henny sent him a death glare. mans v persistent tho so mad respect to him

ensoleil you really won’t stop will you, you baguette? liked by pierregasly

pierregasly that’s the least stereotypical shit i’ve ever heard from you and you called me remy from ratatouille

ensoleil sorry 🤓 do u want me to kiss it better

pierregasly no 😊 a date would be really nice though

user5 NAW THIS MAN THINKS HE SLICK

[dark-fics-4-you]

Reader is JJs girlfriend and Rafe is jealous cause he's always wanted her. One night at a party, he watches them get into a fight and followers her home and sneaks in maybe and has his way with her. Tries to convince her that he's the better option. 🙈

Jealous

dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader, JJ x Reader

Warnings: stalking, noncon, smut, drugs, drinking, blackmail

Rafe had never been able to figure you out.

He had known you almost his whole life, went to most of the same schools as you, lived on the same island as you.

But you just never seemed to care for him.

Despite your Kook upbringing, you grew to prefer the other side of the island. That meant he had to watch you slip from Kook princess to slumming it with Pogues. Something he absolutely could not stand.

What did they have that he didn’t? What attracted you to them rather than him? It wasn’t from his lack of trying. He had made attempts at flirting many times, only to be politely rejected.

“I’m sorry Rafe, I’m just not looking to date right now.” You looked uncomfortable, but he noticed you didn’t shut him down completely, grabbing on to that hope desperately.

“No thanks, I’m trying to focus more on school this semester,” You rolled your eyes, not even taking him seriously, locker closed, turning on your heel and walking away from him.

“Rafe,” you giggled, he couldn’t stop himself from admiring the slope of your throat as your threw your head back laughing, “didn’t I already tell you I’m enjoying the single life right now?”

It just made it all the more of a betrayal when Rafe learned you were going out with JJ Maybank. The thought of that Pogue being able to have you, when Rafe couldn’t? It drove him fucking insane. Even worse was the thought that JJ and his Pogue friends could be filling your head with lies about him.

He knew that he could give you so much more than that piece of shit. Rafe could give you a life, opportunities, and you still wanted JJ? It didn’t make any sense.

He had seen you grow further from his side of the island, spending more time with JJ, then going on dates and hanging out with his friend group. He couldn’t figure it out.

You just didn’t make sense with JJ. You were supposed to be Rafe’s. Why couldn’t you see it?

The sound of someone slamming down a shot in front of him pulled Rafe out of his thoughts. He locked eyes with Topper, the sound of the bass bumping throughout the house bringing him back to the present moment.

Rafe thanked Topper and threw back the shot, thankful for the additional buzz. The crowded house was noisy, bodies pressing close together as he made his way to the back porch, needing some air.

That’s when he saw you.

You were dressed in a short skirt and a tight pink top, and your mascara was running down your cheeks in dark streaks as you screamed at the blond standing in front of you.

“JJ I thought you were changing! I thought you were done with this fighting kooks shit! So why am I hearing from my friends that you’ve been flashing a gun around!”

JJ’s eyes fell to the ground guiltily and he mustered up an attempt at an apology.

“No! Sorry’s not good enough, JJ! I need you to stop doing all of these crazy impulsive things! You’re putting yourself in danger!” Your words were slurred, leaving Rafe to wander how much you had had to drink tonight.

“Y/N, what do you want me to say?” JJ yelled back at you, frustrated. “I’m not gonna stop helping my friends! I care about them too much!”

“And what about me JJ?” You snapped at him, he had nothing to say in response. “If you cared about me, you would stop.”

He was silent, but you knew what his silence meant and you looked up at the sky, blinking as the tears formed in your eyes and you let out a shaky breath, bitterly spitting out, “wow. Fucking wow.”

You turned away from the blond, and he didn’t try to follow you as you walked across the driveway to the street to walk home.

Rafe knew an opportunity when he saw one.

_______________

You were a mess. Tears blotted your vision as you angrily stomped home. You couldn’t believe that JJ was being this unreasonable. You just wanted him to be safe, and he was picking guns and glory over you? Bullshit.

You raised a hand to wipe your tears away, not caring about your already ruined makeup. Tonight was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to just enjoy a fun time with your boyfriend, only for Sarah to give you news that shook you to your core, that JJ had threatened Topper with a gun. You were so pissed you couldn’t stop yourself from yelling at him outside.

You had taken several shots and downed a few drinks at the party, and you were stumbling a bit as you made your way through the familiar neighborhood. Your head swam, the alcohol clouding your thoughts and your vision.

Thankfully, you made your way to your front door, unlocking it and swinging it shut behind you, too drunk and upset to notice that it didn’t close all the way.

_______________

Rafe had trailed behind you in the shadows as you drunkenly walked home. He couldn’t help but admire the way your skirt hugged your ass, how your shoulders were bare and your crop top was riding up to expose your back a bit. You were so drunk you had no idea he was following you.

It was fate that you didn’t close the door all the way, Rafe had been prepared to break in through a window, but this was easier, less messy.

He quietly opened the door, looking around to see if anyone else was home. Nope, just you. It was almost too easy.

You were upstairs in your room, the light from the cracked door beckoning to Rafe as he stalked up the stairs. He couldn’t believe how perfect the situation that he found himself in was.

You would be too shocked and far too drunk to say no. Maybe you were already passed out, that would be so much better.

_____________

You sighed as you lay on the bed on your stomach, brushing the tears from your eyes

You still loved JJ, and you were so hurt that he was choosing his friends over you. You didn’t want the relationship to end, but you-

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard your door creak open and you flipped over, heart pounding as you locked eyes with Rafe Cameron.

A moment passed as you processed your shock before you broke the silence. “Um, Rafe what the fuck are you doing here?!”

“I saw that fight you got into with JJ.” His casual tone chilled you, as if that explained why he thought he had the right to just walk into your house. He continued, “y-you know I could treat you better than that Pogue scumbag. I have an actual future, what the hell does he have? No money, no plans. You shouldn’t be with him. You deserve better than that.”

After a beat, you scoffed, barely believing what you were hearing. “Rafe, I don’t like you. I’m not interested, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you! Now get the fuck out of my house!”

He exhaled through his nose, temper rising as he stepped into your room, closing and locking the door behind him. “Y/N, just listen to me.” You weren’t as drunk as he hoped you would be, you were talking back too much. He walked closer to your bed and you scrambled away from him as he loomed over you. “You’re a Kook. You shouldn’t be associating yourself with Pogues.” He spit the last word out like it left a bad taste in his mouth.

“Rafe, you’re scaring me,” you stammered, head still buzzing and your words came out slurred.

He was standing by the opposite side of the bed, eyes burning into yours. Despite your fear, or maybe because of it, he couldn’t stop imagining how you would feel choking on his cock.

“Why did you never take me seriously, huh? You treated me like a fucking joke!” He yelled and the venom in his voice terrified you.

“I-I’m sorry,” your voice cracked, anxiety gripping your throat. Tears spilled past your lashes as you looked up at him and Rafe felt his cock throb at the sight. Fuck.

“Sorry isn’t good enough, Y/N.” Your eyes widened as his words echoed the ones you had just screamed at JJ earlier that night. “Maybe I just need to show you how much better you could have it.”

“Rafe-” you were cut off when he surged forward, pressing his lips to yours, one hand coming to your throat, pushing your head back to deepen the kiss. Your stomach flipped as his tongue probed into your mouth.

Rafe held you down with one hand at your throat while you tried to fight back, his other hand moving from your hip down to your thighs. He squeezed at your flesh, pushing the material of your skirt out of his way as his fingers danced across your inner thigh.

You squirmed against him, trying desperately to break free from his grasp. You always knew Rafe Cameron was bad news, but you had never imagined he was capable of something like this. He pulled your shirt off of you easily, fondling you over your bra. He brought his attention back between your legs.

When his fingers ghosted over your clothed core, you bucked your hips involuntarily, thoughts flashing with the memories of JJ between your legs. A smirk spread across Rafe’s lips as he drank in the sounds you made at his touch.

Your head was spinning, the feeling of Rafe pulling your panties to the side barely registered until you felt him slowly pushing his middle finger into you, awed by the way you clenched around him. A low hum escaped your lips and you rolled your hips as he moved his finger inside you.

Rafe tried to take in every detail, needing to commit you to his memory. The soft moans you were making, the way he could see your nipples getting harder and feeling you getting wetter around his finger was almost enough to make him cum already. He rolled his thumb across your clit, and the sound that you made was fucking heavenly. He could feel you tensing around him as he toyed with your clit, the little whimpers coming from you encouraging him to slowly slide in a second finger.

You gasped as you felt the cold metal of his ring inside you, breath hitching when he curled his fingers. Rafe loved the way you looked at him, the fear in your eyes told him you would give in to anything he wanted.

One hand still working your core, Rafe unbuckled his belt with the other, pushing his pants down, and stroking himself over his boxers.

Your eyes widened as he climbed on top of you, anxiety trapping you in place, and you could do nothing but watch as he reached into his boxers to pull his length out, stroking himself at the sight of you trembling below him.

His lips covered yours again, hand roughly groping at your thighs as he guided himself between your legs.

Rafe slowly pushed the head of his cock into you, hissing at the feeling of your heat taking him in. You squeezed your eyes shut, cheeks burning in embarrassment when you realized you had just let out a shaky moan against his mouth.

Rafe sighed as he inched into you, you were so fucking tight he just felt more jealous that you had been keeping yourself from him for so long.

He bottomed out, hips bumping yours as he ground his hips back again, tortuously slow. He wanted to feel every single part of you, he had waited long enough.

You gasped when his fingers found your clit again, and he felt you clench around his cock. He drew circles on the sensitive flesh, hips still moving against yours slowly, until something inside him finally snapped.

Rafe growled, pace increasing and you could do nothing but cling to him, fingernails digging into his back as he pounded into you. Your bed was squeaking as he moved and you couldn’t tell whose name you were crying, Rafe’s or JJ’s.

Rafe was moaning in rapturous pleasure, praising you for taking his cock so well and degrading you for the noises you made in the same breath. His hand found your breast again, kneading at the tender buds and your head spun as you could feel your release approaching.

Rafe’s mouth covered yours again, hot and messy as he breathed you in like you were the oxygen he needed to live. He rutted into you harder, spurred on by your breathless pleas. With another snap of his hips, you saw stars, the pressure between your legs exploded and Rafe whispered words of praise as you came on his cock.

“Good girl. That’s my girl.”

You couldn’t think straight, body slumping against the bed after your orgasm ripped through you like a knife. Rafe was close, speeding up to fuck you rougher, not caring at all about the tears streaming past your eyes, he just needed to cum.

With a strained groan, he pulled out of you, straddling you and stroking his cock over your stomach. Rafe’s hips spasmed and he came, covering your breasts, stomach, and part of your face in his seed.

“Fuck, I’m gonna need a picture of this princess.” His voice sounded far away, words not registering.

You were so dazed you barely noticed the flash of his camera, capturing you in the compromising position, naked breasts covered in his cum.

You snapped your head up at him and struggled to sit up, realizing what he had just done. You opened your mouth to yell at him but he cut you off.

“Relax Y/N, I’m not sharing it.” He smirked at you, drunk with the power he knew had over you. “On one condition. You don’t tell a soul about anything that happened tonight, and that picture will stay private. Got it?”

You nodded your head, rage simmering in your eyes.

“Good girl.” Rafe lightly gripped your chin, tilting your head back before giving you a final unwanted kiss. The blond pulled his pants back on, and wrapped his lips around his ring, licking your juices off of it.

“Think about my offer. And I’d love to take you on a date sometime, Y/N.” Rafe flashed a grin before walking out the door, leaving you a sniffling mess.

[sugarcoated-lame]

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT! KRICKET! LOOK AT THE SIZE OF HIS FUCKIN’ ARMS 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

thinking hard. thinking so so so fucking hard about jackson, dilf joel, manhandling you in your cosy little home 🤤

(also i love u so much and i hope ur all okay my love! 🥹🥰💗)

*this contains smut, 18+ minors dni!

@sebsxphia Seb!!! 💗💗💗 omg I am the worst, I just realized this has been sitting in my inbox now for over a week 🙈 I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to get around to answering this, my love 😭 BUT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT LETS GO!!!

First, I still haven’t recovered from these pictures yet 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 those ARMS, the long hair, the tattoos !!! good lord

and Jackson era dilf joel manhandling you in your cosy little home????!?

hhhhhngnrjgjrkg sign me the fuck up!!!

I feel like this would happen most often when Joel finds you doing something so simple and domestic— especially after everything he’s been through, now that you’re safe and settled in Jackson, Joel can’t help but take time to admire the simple things— like you cleaning up around the house, or just making your bed, or standing at the stove cooking dinner, and it quickly becomes one of Joel’s — and your — favorite things to have him interrupt your tidying up to bend you over the back of the couch, or have his body press yours deep into the sheets and messing up the bed you just made, or to lift you up onto the kitchen counter to have his way with you.

Joel comes home to find you the kitchen, your back to him, quietly humming to yourself as you stir something on the stove, the quiet melody and gentle sway of your hips luring him in like a siren.

You don’t know that’s he’s come home until you feel a pair of strong arms wrapping around you from behind, drawing a little startled yelp from your lips as he pulls you in closer by your waist. Instantly melting into his hold as his chin hooks over your shoulder, graying beard scratching lightly against your skin as he nuzzles into your neck and leaves a kiss there.

“Smells delicious, sweetheart.” He murmurs into the soft skin of your neck, and sure, he’s talking about the dinner you’re cooking on the stove, but he’s also just talking about you.

Joel lets you continue on cooking for a few minutes, still pressed flush against your back, his big hands now roaming your sides, from your hips up to your rib cage, fingers stopping just short at the underside of your breasts every time before trailing back down again. His lips littering a trail of kisses along the column of your neck where he can hear your breath hitch in your throat, feel your pulse growing faster.

Then, it’s not long before Joel’s reaching around you to turn off the stove, rough hands turning you around to face him so he can drag your lips to his in a bruising kiss. His lips press firmly against yours, tongue begging for entrance that you immediately grant him, your arms wrapping around his neck and tangling into his longer strands. His own arms reach down to wrap around the backs of your thighs and lift you up into his strong hold, your legs wrapping seamlessly around his hips as Joel continues to kiss you breathless.

He only pulls back to look for a clear space on the countertop and once he finds one, those big arms are manhandling you onto the hard surface, pushing your upper half back so that you’re leaned up against the cabinets behind you and positioning you just how he wants you, Joel’s broad body situated between your spread thighs.

Then it’s a mad scramble of hot kisses and frantically removing clothing, Joel’s rough hands tugging down your jeans and underwear in one foul swoop, letting out a deep groan when he sees just how wet you are for him already, before he’s pulling down his own jeans just far enough to free his aching length. And there’s a collective sigh shared between the two of you, your breath mingling with Joel’s against your lips as he pushes into you, filling you up completely with one quick thrust of his hips.

“So good for me, darlin’. Takin’ me s-so well.”

Whewwww I need to go lie down 🫠 thank you so much for sending me this delicious thot, I’m so sorry again for taking so long to answer this, but I hope you enjoy it my lovely!!! <3 and I’m doing okay, thank you Seb 🥹🫶🏼 I hope you’re doing okay as well, and you know I love you so, so much!!! 🥰💐❤️💕💗💕💜💕🧡💕

[harrywavycurly]

If it was me I’d be jealous Steve knew before me🤣 this series has me hooked Sarah thank you😍

Hiiii lovey!! Oh same, like I don’t care why he knew before me but it’s the fact Steven Harrington knew my husband was a damn serial killer before I did🙈 so I thought it would be nice to give you a conversation between you and Eddie about it so we can get a little more insight into how you feel about it all! Also I’m so glad you like the series it’s one of my faves 🥹💖

-find all things A Killer’s Love here✨

A/N: this is set in the future when Eddie is retired so imagine like mid/early 50’s

“Did you have a good time tonight baby?” “I did…thank you for still wanting to have date nights with me…even after all these years.” “You don’t have to thank me…you know I love any reason to show you off…here let me help you with your shoes.” “Thanks honey…” “what’s wrong?” “Nothing.” “Really? So…wanna tell me why for the first time in over twenty years of marriage you didn’t take the opportunity to mess with my hair while I was on my knees in front of you taking your shoes off?” “I…I’m sorry I…don’t…I-” “sweetheart…what’s wrong?” “Why’d Steve get to know before me? Do you trust him more…than you trust me?” “Oh baby…no not at all I don’t trust anyone more than I trust you..Steve found out because…well he kinda…caught me once.” “He caught you?” “Yes…it was one weekend you were out of town and I was…meeting with someone and he came over thinking I was just home alone and well…yeah that’s how he found out…I didn’t tell him because I wanted to sweetheart…I was forced to.” “If I wouldn’t have asked about Nick would you have ever told me?” “No.” “But Steve would get to know?” “Baby…are you…jealous that Steve knew before you? Is that what this is really about?” “Yes you…you…jerk.” “Oh Princess…look at me…baby please look at me…I swear if I was going to ever openly tell anyone about…what I’ve done it would be you but I never wanted to burden you with that…it’s for me to deal with and I didn’t want you to ever look at me like you were afraid of me…because…I love you so…so so much baby and I really am so sorry….so so sorry.” “I’d never be afraid of you Eddie you’ve…always had this look about you that has let me know you were capable of….things…and it’s not like I haven’t seen you knock someone out at a bar before.” “You know how my temper gets when people bother you…” “I know honey…and I do understand why you wanted to keep this to yourself…I just…god it’s so annoying that Steve knew for so long and I don’t know why it bothers me but it does.” “Want me to kill him?” “Edward James Munson.” “Sorry…I’m kidding…too many people would notice he’s missing.” “I’m sorry I made this into such a big deal I just…I don’t like someone else knowing something about my husband before me…that’s all.” “I understand baby…I’m sorry it bothers you and I wish I could do something or say something to make you feel better…but please just know Steve is the last person I’d ever tell about..what I did…he was so annoying and constantly asking me to…deal with people for him it was…stressful.” “You know what? Knowing that Steve made you annoyed the whole time he knew kinda makes me feel better.” “I’m glad…now how about a shower and a cuddle in bed? Or did you want some alone time?” “Will you wash my hair for me?” “Sure baby.” “Then a shower and some cuddles sound lovely.” “Good…I love you Princess.” “I love you too honey.”

[writing-for-life]

Would love to see a post about how Destiny is the worst older brother. Not like, actively, but just because he always fulfills his responsibilities and then treats Dream like a baby for having any difficulty with his. And he also visits the parents and doesn’t ask them for anything. Maybe you’ve already done so!

We also have a serious take/meta now…

Oh you know, I totally think he is the worst brother, older or otherwise 🤣

Getting kind of cozy with the Fates in SoM and calling in that family meeting? Check.

Being the one who both saves but also somewhat dooms Dream several times over (and of course he’s NOT doing either because he’s just… Destiny)? Check.

I mean, do we know what would have happened if he had left Dream in that black hole in Overture instead of going, “Erm, actually, you dropped something in my garden, can you sort out your mess?” That looks so typically older brother who pulls up the little brother to sort out his shit, and then we’re made to believe, “Well, but he was helpful in a way, wasn’t he?” Yes, he was, but someone also had to help setting up that stable loop from which there would be no escape, right? The one where Dream had to be actively pulled out of some shit to land him in it even deeper (of course for the greater good, yeah yeah, we get it). And who better to do that than Daddy Time’s favourite boy Destiny, right?

Wondering how the father/son meetings between Destiny and Time go. I mean, they’re hardly ever happening, because our boy is not annoying. Not as annoying as Dream anyway (but then again, Dream is the one with the mummy-issues, the daddy issues are just the cherry on top). Destiny will probably just check in for that half hour visit every couple of billion years, and Time will go, “Alright son?” And Destiny will be like, “Yup, never better.” “Want a coffee or something?” “Nah, need to run.” Quick awkward nod, done. And Time will have more fuel to go, “See Dream [I can literally hear the contempt in my head], your brother never asks for anything. Not even a coffee.” And Dream will go, “But but… I didn’t want mum’s food either. I didn’t even ask, man, she just tried to force it on me.” <insert mild sob> And all Time will say is, “Don’t call me man, son! Bit more respect, please…”

Or Destiny’s, “I’m your big brother, be sensible”-speech in Brief Lives. Where we all go, “Wow, he actually advises him. Sorta. The way he can. Tells him stuff. Gets rebuffed by Dream, so it’s his own fault really.” But then he turns round and goes, “Yeah, but that most important question, the one about how to find Destruction—sorry mate, we all know I know how, but you’re still on your own and need to ask that oracle. Crap it’s your son, eh? Sorry, I abide by my rules and responsibilities. Shit, do I recognise this somehow? Never mind…” And when Dream goes, “Nope, I don’t want to do this,” Destiny says, “Atta boy, finally you’re being sensible, well done. Knew you’d get there in the end.” And then Del steps in, tells Destiny off for always doing everything by the book (d’uh!) but unfortunately also gets Dream back on his feet, and Destiny just turns round, shrugs his shoulders and inwardly goes, “Guess I tried, huh?”

They’re a funny bunch.

Also, the real dilemma is they have ongoing beef about a coffee spill on a dream record, but that’s info Dream only shares with his therapist…

[If we wanted to be serious about it for a sec: I’d love to see more people exploring how we always talk about Desire as the main antagonist but sort of never about the others. When they are all fairly good at putting the final nails into Dream’s proverbial coffin by mere being their function (when Desire is the one who actively disengages when the shit hits the fan). Never mind, always getting carried away with that one 🙈]

@hyperboreancomics ask answered

[xbellaxcarolinax]

Hi bb are you requests open? If so can I creep in here…

Kindly asking for Steven + domesticity aka reader is his cute pretty housewife 🙈💕 only if you’re up to it !!

When I think of pretty housewife, I think of baking, idk why, but sorry this took long and I hope you enjoy <3

Word count: 853

Steven immediately knew what you were up to as soon as he entered his flat. A sweetness was trapped in the air, the familiar smell of homemade blueberry muffins greeting him at the door. 

“Dove?” He called out, tossing his satchel aside and toeing off his shoes. He went straight toward the kitchen and was greeted by the sight of you clutching a mixing bowl to your waist as you furiously mixed away at the batter within. You had a pretty dress on, a blue, floral thing that swished around your knees with every movement. It was covered in flour despite the apron you wore—the one that said “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

There were trays upon trays of already baked muffins scattered about, along with trays of cookies, and even a pan of sourdough bread. Steven didn’t even know how you’d both get through to eating all of it. He’d have to bring some to work the next day and share with some of his coworkers so that all your hard work wouldn’t go to waste.

Something must have happened—you only baked this much when your day was beyond stressful. The little crease between your brows was enough of an indicator that your work day may have had a toll on you.

“Dove?” He tried again over the blaring music, another indication of your displeasure of the day. Your eyes had been trained on folding the blueberries into the batter that you barely noticed him until he placed his hand on your elbow.

“Oh!” The rubber spatula you’d been using almost flew from your hand had Steven not gripped your wrist to hold it in place. Batter went flying everywhere from the erratic movement, some of it landing in Steven’s hair and face. “Steven! I didn’t hear you come in!” You dropped the bowl on the counter, “I’m sorry, I’ve made a mess of you.” 

“It’s okay,” he smiled, letting you fall in his arms as soon as he invited you in, “what’s wrong, love?”

“What makes you think somethings wrong?” You muttered, wiping some batter from his cheek only to pop your finger into your mouth to wipe it clean. Steven did his best to ignore that.

“You only bake like this when something’s wrong. What is it? You know you can tell me, right?” He urged, gently swaying you along to whatever indie track you had playing in the background. You smiled, giving him a quick peck on the lips before sighing.

“My parents.” You muttered.

“What about them?”

“They’re coming to visit in a few weeks.”

“Well, that’s fantastic news, innit?” Steven pulled away to hold you at arm's length, “I finally get to meet them, yeah?” he noted your hesitation, the uncertain look in your eyes, “what’s wrong?” You bit your lip, red and plump from your worrying it so much.

“I’m nervous.” You finally said, turning from him to tend to whatever it was you had baking in the oven.

“Well, that’s normal, it’s been a few years since you’ve visited them,” Steven strode over to hook his chin over your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist as you tested the muffins you pulled out with a toothpick. His hands worked to smooth down the silky fabric of your dress, placing a kiss on the nape of your neck.

“Yeah,” you said, eyes fluttering, “but…they’re complicated.”

“Complicated how?”

“Like, judgy complicated.” 

“Oh.” You rarely spoke about your parents. All that he knew was that they did not agree with your decision to go to baking school, nor did they agree with your move to London. But you’ve been successful since then, working as a second in command in one of the top pastry restaurants in the city. How could they judge you when you’ve accomplished so much? “I’m sure they’ll be proud to know how successful you’ve been, love. You know how proud of you I am.”

You hummed, leaning back against him. “Yes, I know.” Steven breathed in the scent of your hair, and you felt his smile through the strands.

“I’ll be with you every step of the way,” he said, his hold on you tightening, “and if I have to, I’ll remind them of how amazing you are. They’ll be so happy, you’ll see.” You giggled when he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck. You delicately plucked a warm muffin from the tray, breaking a piece off and shifting in his arms to face him.

“Thank you, I love you,” you said with a tiny smile, “here, try this batch, I added Greek yogurt to this recipe.” You pressed the piece past his lips and Steven immediately moans at the sweetness.

“God, your hands are magic.” In more ways than one, he would’ve said, but he left that part out. He really did enjoy your baking skills. 

You beamed, taking a piece for yourself and humming in approval.

“Come on,” Steven suddenly said, grabbing your hand.

“Wait,” you giggled as you followed along, “I have more muffins to bake! Where are we going?”

“Bedroom. Gonna make a mess of you.���

[discluded]

It's a good thing they have a professional team handling Mile and Apo's work life because their personal life seems chaotic and a little naturally incompatible but like all good relationships it's about the amount of work they both put in together that keeps them going and helps nurture their bond.

That being said OMG APO having to wait until Mile is asleep so he can meditate and go to sleep...Mile who is up at 3 am posting random updates on social media....no wonder they keep accusing each other as the reason they can't sleep THEY ARE BOTH SLEEP DEPRIVED. NO ONE IS GETTING ANY SLEEP. A mess 💚💛

ajdsfkajs;jfkla;jsdjal;sf Y'ALL. 🙈 pretend to DO NOT SEE IT

@nattaphum put together a good explainer here, but there was SO MUCH of this floating around today, so I will summarize MORE of it

us: okay well they did mention many of those times were during kpwt mileapo: I don't think we've been clear enough. E V E R Y N I G H T

But the host caught them so 🤪

So you're telling me of one those days you spent sharing a room on KPWT Mile stumbled back drunk, and the rest of those days he collapsed because he was so tired, but he also still found time to create a routine where you knew he listened to dharma every night before he goes to bed?

I spent a week with a friend in London in March and had three other friends stay 3-7 days in a row with me all in the last 2 months and I could not tell you a single thing about any of their bedtime habits

DON'T LOOK TOO CLOSELY, LOOK AWAY!!

OK handsome 😔

And finally, but not least:

OK we know Mile can keep rhythm if he's playing instrument, but not if he's dancing and Apo can't keep rhythm when he's dancing, so i'm gonna have to blame Apo. Sorry. I'm picking sides.

In conclusion,

feeling unhinged in this chili's tonight....

[packsvlog]

Hey there lovely! I hope your weekend is going very well 🥰

I love your blog, I was wondering if I could also have a matchmake please?

- as for appearance, I am short (about 5’1”) and on the plus size side (🙈) and I pretty much hate that about myself lol

- i live for making people happy. That’s what gives my life a purpose

- I smile a lot, not because i am that happy but i believe that it can brighten someone’s day if I greet them with a smile

- i am huge on kindness. I don’t see it as a weakness, I think the world is desperately in need of kindness so I’m trying to fill that role

- I am a team leader but big on considering the human factor in all decisions

- I’ve been struggling with depression for over 2 years but I worked very hard to get out of it 💪

- I am an introvert but I get to be the goofiest extrovert once I am comfortable around someone

- I love to crochet and make anime sketches

- i am absolutely addicted to pancakes

- and Nutella

- i hate summer and i LOVE autumn and winter and cold weather

- I have a master’s in psychology

I hope i was not too boring with all these facts, again I love your blog 🥰🥰🥰

hello, angel! you seem such a nice person, i hope your kindness always stay present and you may heal of your depression, just as me, reach if you ever need anyone to talk! 🤍 ps: sorry for only one pairing, i’ll be doing this from time to time unless i get confused on pairings — i have other works to post and the matchmakings are for fun, hope u guys understand.

✶ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kamo choso

Despite all the negative weight of the world, you still have hope, something Choso learned when he first was introduced to you. He knew, in that moment of first seeing your smile, he would be a hopelessly mess by your side, in the positive way.

Choso may not look like it, but he shares the same ideals as you. Not for the whole world, but for those he care the most, their happiness is his goals to achieve — your name is inked with hearts on the top of his priority list.

So, Choso first catch you staring down at yourself, your body, and it’s not something he can understand. Bodies are unimpressive to him, let’s be real, his brothers weren’t the most normal looking ones and the love he had for them went beyond anything. He doesn’t understand your hate for yourself, specially being you, a gentle happy person. Choso tries to help, in his best naive way, he bluntly tells you how pretty you are everyday. He may seems stoic, is that he much prefers to compliment your soul, but you know he means it all.

Choso wasn’t used to smile much until he became your little shadow, wherever you go, he follows. And if you smile, he smiles at you. But if you leave, his face is back to a neutral one or with a scowl. He is adorable. Sometimes, though, if his mind is elsewhere, he is by your side with an angry resting face and your happy self talking with someone, is quite a scene to be presented.

You love to speak of the goods of the world to him, and he loves to listen to it. He believes in your capability to change it all for the better, it rubs to him and he catches himself being gentle to strangers, helping the ones who are in need — he always runs back to you telling what he did, like a puppy waiting for praises, and you better grant him.

Choso first learned of your depression just months after you started to date, you had to explain very detailed what it’s like for him, and it broke his heart into multiple pieces — how could someone good and pure have a burden like that? He helps, as best as he can, as far as you let him go, what Choso wants its to be your safe harbor, the lightning house in the middle of your storms and waves. If you allow him, is not something you would regret.

You both are the introverted couple, sitting by the side, in your own world and conversations. Yuuji is your extroverted adopted child, basically. He adores you, he is the one to order your food when the three of you go out, just happy to be with you guys. Adorable.

There are many coins in the prospects of having a boyfriend who just sprouted of nowhere — you can gift him anything and it will be his first time having that, or you can have him tasting your favorites, again, for the first time.

You present Choso with an immense amount of crotchets of large jumpers in pastel colors and scarfs big enough for him to hide his mouth, an habit of his you find adorable. He wears whatever you give him, so cute this broad large male with an angry face wearing a pink sweater with proud.

That’s the best way to describe Choso, he is proud of you to an extent you have barely an idea of how big it is, his love for you reach beyond this world, and yours as well. How odd it seems, one could say, that a half curse could repent and be in love with a blessing.

────〃✿ FUN FACTS.

◛ ₊· Choso was introduced to pancakes and nutella by you, he does not have a sweet tooth, but he likes to eat it because it’s your favorite. Every time he senses your depression is growing stronger, he makes pancakes stuffed with nutella for you.

◛ ₊· When you told him of you psychology masters he was intrigued, and as soon as you explained he asked if he could do the same — you both are now making the preparations for his documents so he can start college soon (all payed by Gojo, of course).

◛ ₊· Choso likes to stare at you. Just stare, blank face, mouth shut. At first it scared you, until you noticed his eyes. He couldn’t mask or hide the love he held in his eyes.

◛ ₊· If you try to do the same and stare at him, he will get flustered.

[iknowshocker]

What do you think Kai would be like as a boyfriend if he had a genuine/healthy bond with someone?

For being one of the funniest characters in tvdu, I don’t think we ever even saw someone laugh at one of his jokes, so I’ve always been curious what it would’ve looked like if just one person matched his energy or at least accepted him

oh my goodness, i love this queeeestiooon!

let me just quickly out myself by saying if you lined up all the TVD men and told me to pick, kai would be my one and only choice. 🙈 my love for him horrifies my husband but i stand behind my witchy woo man 🫡

first thank you !! for saying he's funny !! you're right no one really appreciates his humor in the show and its one of the silliest choices imo. like you can admit the scary man has jokes, guys, it's not going to kill you. (oof sidenote but him and Jo having the same humor/picking on each other is one of my fav things!)

if he was out and about making his lil comments and someone started giggling a few seats down at the bar i truly think he'd combust. also probably be like "....me? you - you're looking at me? you think i'm funny ??? 😳 AnD CUte ?? really????" and then try immediately to be cooler about it but like, he's screaming crying throwing up inside

canonically we also know he liked it when bonnie matched the more aggressive/argumentative side of his personality, so i don't think he'd be able to be with someone that didn't pick at him a little. you gotta be able to tease him back but also like .. not take it too far cause he 100% can't take as much as he can give lmao (one older sibling to another we're a lot more sensitive than we pretend to be)

basically i think kai needs:

somebody grounded to keep him from totally flipping out

but who is also willing to fight for what they believe in

spontaneous and playful - but also thoughtful and mindful of his mood swings

kind enough to love him completely despite his past

and supportive enough to help him rebuild the coven

so...yeah, bonnie, basically lol

i think s6 kai at minimum needs to be with a witch that is willing to share power, and s8 kai needs a vampire or heretic. s6 kai could make it work with a human but pre-merge you're risking a lot, and then if you put s8 kai with a witch/human, he's turning them no questions asked so we better hope they're okay with it. (let's just leave legacies kai out of this, okay? he is a different breed)

i picture him being touch starved like you wouldn't believe, so super super clingy and probably jealous at least in the beginning of a relationship. that would go for friendship, too, honestly.

i think it would be really hard for him to a. wrap his head around someone picking him and then b. allow them to also pick other people. i don't think he'd throw a klaus sized tantrum, he'd be more petty about it: "oh sorry i just assumed you liked damon now since you said you liked his hair today and yEaH i was listening from three tables over watching the whole thing don't lie i SAW HOW YOU SMILED AT HIM-,"

but like he'd mellow with that as time went on and he starts to believe he can trust being loved. on that note i think he'd need a lot of reassurance but simultaneously be embarrassed/unsure of how to ask for it. some fights would happen as he works through how to regulate himself, but i don't picture it being a delena level of toxic. kai is more self aware/honest about himself so even when he's making poor choices he's like "woah hold on, why am i doing this ?? ah yes, that's why" and i think he'd get to a point where he knows his triggers and can help a partner figure out how to avoid them/talk through them.

so think like "my boy only breaks his favorite toys" vibes. he's so sure things are going to be taken from him/stuff can't be trusted that he'll mess it up first to hopefully make it hurt less. but with time a partner could help him see that he can have nice things !! love is real !! id love to see him build up the coven/a friend group/family with a partner beside him and just !! enjoy life lmao

anon you said boyfriend not husband but i hc he'd actually be an amazing dad. i would want him to end up having a siphon !!! end the coven curse of abuse bb 👏🏼 i have a post detailing what i would have done with the parker's that talks about him being a good uncle too!! i don't know i just think he'd be weirdly good with kids. so even if we're talking heretic!kai he'd be bringing kids/teens into the coven to help them and he's gonna need a partner that is down with that

no matter the stage of relationship he's super tactile. (mans has no context or care over some PDA being inappropriate). you're always sitting in his lap, or he's draped over you requesting that you play with his hair, he keeps his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, he wants you to play with his rings, ect. just always always always touching in some way even if it's small. it was something he missed out on for so much of his life and i think having someone actively want to touch him would never get old.

(sad note i picture this being a bit of a PTSD thing for him too. so certain things would make him flinch or jump and he might not even really be aware of it all the time. like he'll be tense as hell and his partner is like "honey what's happening ?? where have you gone ??" and he'd have to take a second and body scan before realizing oh shit Yeah, something is Wrong)

he's possessive as hell so expect hickys left where everyone can see AND a smug annoucment that he knows where you got them :) if we're talking s8 kai i imagine he would leave bite scars intentionally. so like heal them with magic but leave the little fang marks so other vamps know you're spoken for and he'd probably also have them on his wrist

i think a common hc is that he's Always the dominate one, but we all saw him in those chains, boy's totally a switch. (i also personally hc that 1994 kai is virgin!kai, but that's a story for another day). still tho i do think control is a big thing for him so he's definitely more comfortable being the one in charge. with trust comes wanting to mix things up tho so that's nice all around.

hands down the best boy to date during the holiday season are we kidding ??? any little thing you can possibly think of he's down and probably already has it planned:

apple orchard

carnival !!

christmas tree decorating

horror movie marathon !!

baking sugar cookies

snow ball fight

you're hosting the holiday parties now i hope you like cooking for a whole coven !!

like sep-feb you are Booked and Busy (i hc he's not much of a summer boy but that's okay if yall went back to portland west coast summers are built different, pls don't keep him in the south from mid june-mid august i fear he will melt)

if there's a downside i think it's how protective he would be. i think the mix of possessive/protective/clingy could be too much for some people but again i don't think it would last at such a high level forever. it's just elements of his personality that show up especially in high stakes situations, so they shouldn't be ignored.

but yeah anon, basically give the boy a chance and he's tripping over himself to be the best partner he can be 🤷🏼‍♀️

[fortpeat]

I'm kinda feral over the fact that fort has so unabashedly mentioned on three different occasions (and maybe even more idk) that peat is the one that lead them or gave advice on what to do during their nc scenes (and all the while also being proud that he did well lmaoo) and each time he mentions it, my boy peat has looked shocked and/or embarrassed.

exhibit 1: https://youtu.be/gXh4fh2_jKg (around 3:55).

mc: "on the topic of "spicy" and handsome, what about p'peat do you think is hot in real life?"

f: "well for the nc scene, the one that gave me advice was p'peat, he suggest what to do"

p: *embarrassed laugh* "kill me, the cat's out of the bag now"

f: "really, before shooting p'peat suggested how to do things better, that's probably his "spicy" side. isn't that right?"

and this interview took place sometime in may I think where they said they were only around 50% done with filming. (also, really just recommend watching the whole interview because they're just so cute and fort is Whipped wbk)

exhibit 2: https://youtu.be/I7cpHuhzfdE (around 3:27) in which I assume filming was finished

q: which scene is hard?

p: "I think... love scene"

f: "really? but you guided me"

p: *shocked* "don't believe what he said. I just gave regular advice. I feel like love scene is something hard. I'm just a rookie actor. when it comes to love scenes, my heart will beat faster. anyway, I managed to do it. right?"

f: "you're right. though it's hard, you gave me a good tip. I did it well"

exhibit 3: https://www.instagram.com/tv/CkNQsQKLwYL/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y= or https://twitter.com/poppydrc/status/1585524613504606208?t=boDncjXqZMP_kQSg7fsfSQ&s=19

and in this last one, it was definitely after filming had finished and they were also talking about the office table/board room scene

f: " actually p'peat was the one to give me suggestions since we filmed the official pilot. "fort, you have to do it like this"."

mc: "so he is the one teaching you"

f: "it was like "fort if you want me to feel something, that's my sensitive spot" something like that. "just giving you some suggestions". I was like oh, I see. but at the end, I would still follow my heart"

p: "you are making this up right?"

f: "noooo"

mc: "really? you are close enough to tell each other your sensitive spot?"

p: "yes, because we want to make it as natural as possible. my sensitive spot is my ears, but fort kept touching parts other than my ears"

mc: "touch where?"

f: "it was because of the setting. sometimes, I just couldn't reach his ears. something was blocking between us, and it was out of my reach"

mame: "it was an office table"

fortpeat: *put their heads down in laughter and embarrassment*

LIKE ??? Peat?? my son? but also fort leave my embarrassed son alone? and stop being smug? but not really because I love this for me. I'm sorry, I'm just Not normal over them at all. I've been thinking about this for days and I need more people to know about this just because.

also, peat has mentioned multiple times how it took them 3-4 takes (vs bn's 1-2 takes) to film their nc scenes because fort kept messing up (implying he was doing it on purpose). and fort mentioned how on nc scene filming days, the staff would tease him saying it's his time. like fort really was just there to have a good time with peat lmaooo

Hey nonnie ❤️

Sorry for the late reply 🙈 (time zones and I was sleeping) 😁

So moving on to your revelation MY JAW IS ON THE FLOOR. LIKE WHATTTT WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE. IS THIS FOR REAL. (proceeds to run to YouTube)

Poor Peat, trusted Fort to keep it a secret between them and my baby is so smug that he did so well for the first time in NC scenes (be proud my love, you were phenomenal 🤣)

Also it is such a FortPeat thing to do you know for Pear to direct Fort how to do and what to do and Fort to follow it to the point. 😌🤌

Also Mame spilling the beans OH BOYYY 🤣🤣 SHES THE BEST WHEN EXPOSING THE BOYS. ALSO I AM DYING AT THE FACT THAT EVERYONE ON SET HAS ALREADY DECLARED THAT FORT IS OBSESSED WITH PEAT 🤣🤣 AND EVEN ENCOURAGES IT 😂😂

I bet every time Peat showed TLC to Fort there would be fireworks blasting by the Crew just to celebrate Fort's happy moment. 🤭🤭

Also kudos to Fort following his heart and doing what he wants to NC scenes coz I feel like that has surprised Peat coz I have noticed that during the boardroom scene while Sky is still in the chair And Prapai is on his knees and just before Pai picks up Sky he looks a bit surprised and does a action like a (double take) and I always wondered what Fort was doing in that moment 😂

CHECK OUT THE LAST SECOND HOW PEAT LOOKS SURPRISED 🤭🫣

P. S Thank you sharing all this gold information with us. Really appreciate it ❤️😚

[lost-pen-name]

💕WIP Wednesday💕

Aaaah, thank you so much for the tag, @pretty-little-mind33! 💕✨💖 This is such a fun tag, I love it. 💕 I have more WIPs than finished pieces, it seems, so it’s a very fitting tag for me. 😋

Here’s a little excerpt from a lil Tom Ryder x fem!reader I’ve had sitting in my pile of WIPs for a while! 🥰

{ steal you away }

He turned to you and his upset expression slipped away as he watched you bend over laughing. He walked slowly up to you, waggling a finger. “Now, now. It’s not very polite to laugh at people.”

“Says you,” you said between gasps of laughter. You wiped a tear away and grinned up at him. “And I’d say I can laugh because you looked hilarious.”

He moved faster than you expected. Before you could even react, he grabbed your waist, keeping you from going anywhere, and started tickling your sides. You gasped and squirmed in his grip. “Hey! Cut it out!”

“Not until you apologize for laughing at my own expense.” He grinned mischievously.

In your desperation to get away from his tickling fingers, you shoved his arms away and fall onto your back into the grass. He followed, pinning you down by placing an arm on the opposite side of you, sitting so his body leaned against your side. The sunlight cascaded on his wind blown hair, making him look more angelic than usual. His eyes looked brighter than they had in a long time.

You smiled up at him. “Fine, fine, I’m sorry. But you also looked adorable.”

He smirked and leaned closer, putting more of his weight on you. “Oh yeah?” He reached over and rubbed his thumb gently on your lip, causing your stomach to do somersaults. “Well, you look pretty adorable yourself, even with grass in your hair.”

“What, am I a hot mess?” you said teasingly.

His eyes wandered to your lips and he looked ravenous. “Absolutely,” he breathed, leaning in.

He started to close the distance when you reached out and put a hand on his slightly parted mouth, stopping him.

You cursed yourself for ruining this moment but you have to ask before this went any further. “Wait. Aren’t you dating Iggy?” you asked softly.

A shadow came over his face. He pushed himself back and looked away from you, his eyes squinted as he looked across the park. His mouth twisted into a frown. “No,” he said finally. “She broke up with me a week or two ago.”

Hopefully I can finish this one soon. I have ✨ideas✨ for it. 👀

I don’t have many moots yet. 🙈 So anyone who wants can do this tag! 💕

[wrdlbrmpfd]

Finally managed to finish this ⬇️

PART ONE

Sometimes the stars align and wishes do come true. Let me tell you the story of me finally getting the chance to meet Jared and Jensen. Sorry it will be "a bit" long 😉

It was in April 2023 when my friend Neria (we found each other on Twitter through the German Doctor Who # and we're both huge SPN fans) and I talked on the phone (we've never met in person bc we're living 900 kilometers apart) about J2. We "pitied" ourselves that we'll never meet them in person bc we can't afford CE or JiB con. But then, a few days later, on Saturday April 22nd suddenly the announcement of Jensen being at PurCon 8 came on.

So I immidiately called Neria (they are a Jensen-leaning J2 stan) to tell them that I wanted to attend this con so bad. They agreed but they didn't know if they could afford it. Fortunately I had a small amount of savings and it would be enough for a ticket and a photo op. So I called my best friend Petra (she is an absolute Deangirl but not in the fandom) to ask her if she wants to go with me to the con. To my utter delight she was on board and I bought 2 single day tickets for Saturday May 25th 2024 (it was clear that my health wouldn't allow me to attend 2 days in a row, I knew the train travel alone would take its toll on me). My Twitter friend Conni insisted to gift me my entry ticket and I can't express how grateful I am to have such awesome friends. So shoutout to Conni and a big thank you ❤️. Shortly after Neria decided "fuck it" and bought also a Saturday ticket, so we could finally meet in person. And I would see Jensen Ackles and I started to count the months 😂 I tried to get a photo op but I wasn't lucky at the first two batches, finally with the release of the 3rd batch and help from Neria (they got lucky on the 1st round) I got an op with him too. YAY \○/

A while after that Jared was announced for Infinity con which took place 2 weeks before PurCon. I briefly contemplated to sell my ticket and op for PurCon to go to Infinity but I dismissed the idea because didn't want to abandon my friends and so I decided to stay on the PurCon route. I mean - one out of two was better than nothing, right? Who could've guessed that I would be rewarded for this?

And then, on February 19th 2024 the announcement that Jared was moved from Infinity con to PurCon! I freaked out! I couldn't believe my luck and I just screamed my joy into the world (yeah, my neighbours are used to that 😂🙈) And this time I got lucky at the first try and got an op with Jared too. From this moment on I was just a happy mess, I flew constantly and I started to count the days 😂 On April 15th 2024 Ent Events put the J2 VIP panel on sale and yes, you're right - I bought for Petra and me the tickets. There were only 5 weeks left and my anxiety began to skyrocket. Hotel, train ticket etc was booked too, now we dreaded the day for the con.

But somehow time flew and suddenly it was Friday May 24th and my travel began very early. I had to take an earlier train bc of course there was a construction site on our track and trains were delayed ~ 30 minutes and I needed to catch my ICE (high speed train) in Munich. So this is me waiting for my train to Munich at 7 a.m (and naturally I wore my Imperfect-akf-hoodie! 🥰)

I arrived in Munich central station where I met up with my bestie Petra. This is us in the ICE to Düsseldorf

During the whole journey we were in contact with Neria with them we would meet in Düsseldorf central station. Well, before that we collected delays on our way to Düsseldorf, I didn't expect any different 😂 But finally we arrived and I was able to hug Neria for the first time 🥰

And then the chaos began (yes, it ran all too smoothly, so somewhere along the way things had to go sideways). We needed the train to Düsseldorf airport. Yeah. We were on the right platform but they moved our train to another platform. So again the march to the lift and finally on the right platform the displays were a complete mess. Trains were delayed and the displays showed the wrong trains and so on. But we got into the right (and overcrowded) train and made it to Düsseldorf airport. From there we had to take a bus to our hotel (we weren't in the con hotel but a cheaper one 2 kilometers from the con hotel) and well....first we went into the wrong direction at the station because there were no signs for an exit or for the bus station but we've got that figured out. Then we "argued"about the choice which bus we'd take (Petra doesn't find her parked car even if she stands right in front of it and myself with no orientation sense at all) - my app showed a different bus line than Petra's. We decided to go with mine. And tadaaa - it was the wrong one. So we had to march 1,5 km to our hotel "and I will walk 500 miles..." it definately felt that way. I just wanted to lay down on the sidewalk bc I was in so much pain, my back fired constantly and even with my walker (on wheels) I had to pause every 200 meters or so. If I had listened to Petra and had taken the other bus we'd have had only 150 m to our hotel. After check-in we just fell onto the bed because we were exhausted. Us in our room.

We recovered a bit from our strenuous journey for a few hours before we made us on the way to the con hotel to the registry (open from 4 to 8 p.m). There we arrived without any mishap at about 6.30 p.m and holy fuck...the queue lasted all through the foyer and even further back. But we got lucky to have lovely company while waiting and the line moved forward (very) slowly. And I was so thankful for my baby Cordi (the name of my walker) because I could sit down on it. I wouldn't have lasted with standing all the time. There were a lot more people coming after us in the line and it was already after 8 p.m and some were worried that they would close the registration but I was confident that they wouldn't. They couldn't send away ~ 500 people bc that would have meant even more chaos on Saturday morning. And they continued to register all of us and we finally made it to the counter. It was about 9.30 p.m when we were finished and could finally grab something to eat. When we left the hotel we stumbled about her 🥰

After that little photo session we just went into the McDonalds at Terminal C and then took the skytrain back to the airport train station and we found out that the last bus to our hotel was at 8 p.m. So again we walked. 😩 and then fell into our beds.

Saturday morning I was awake at 6 a.m. I couldn't sleep any longer. THIS WAS THE DAY!

So we left early for the con hotel to attend the opening ceremony and to get a first glance at J2.

I can not describe how I felt, it was anxiety, excitement and anticipation.

First Mark Sheppard, Ty Olsson, DJ Qualls, Osric Chau and Sahin Satchel.

And then THEY WERE REALLY HERE! Jared and Jensen. 🥰 I saw them with my own eyes for the very first time. I have no idea how I was able to take the vid/pic (sorry for the bad quality, remember - last row and taken with my cellphone) bc I was so over the moon.

After the opening ceremony we had plenty of time till the VIP panel, so we visited the overstuffed vendor room. There I found a beautiful Dean Winchester art which I bought as a thank you for Conni (she watched SPN and is a Jensen girl but not a fan in general).

[neutron-stars-collision]

Waiting for the Night

Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Chapter 17 - While most of me is still intact

Masterlist; Chapter 16 Summary: The aftermath of the flood. Warnings: Swearing, canon-typical violence (only a mention), angst™️. Author's Notes: I am back 🙈 Still writing, still here, only it's slow and for that I'm sorry. If that's any consolation, this chapter is long. 8k long. It's fluffy too, because it seems my idiots needed some respite before the ultimate conclusion... I'm still not sure how many more chapters till the end, since this one was supposed to be longer. But I'm definitely going to finish the series. Until then, thank you for sticking around and let me know what you think? 💕 Tag list: @thecraziestcrayon, @kookiewastolen, @imimsy, @tuskens-mando, @sugarcoated-lame, @blue-aconite, @hypnoash, @rabbitdictionary, @nicklet94, @mcrmarvelloki, @shimmeringgrim, @ttae-yong, @freyadruid, @siriuslydestiny, @ms-dont-care, @raphaelaisabella, @itsmytimetoodream, @brightjimini, @castellandiangelo (let me know if you wanted to be removed/added).

Once upon a time, an image had been planted in your mind, the biblical allegory for a hopeful intervention. The Red Sea parted precisely when safe passage was needed. Something you never once dreamt of seeing with your own cynical eyes. Until the election night in rainy Gotham. Until the metal railing was biting into your hand, the cold seeping into your bones. The fear was so familiar you could no longer tell it apart from anything else.

Until the dark and murky waters below had been lit with a single red flare, the unmistakable shadow of Vengeance wading through the sea toward the stage. He was alright. Your hand relaxed on the railing as a collective gasp rushed through your small party. Your gaze inadvertently found Selina, taking in the worry on her face, the palpable terror you could feel coursing through your veins, too. When she turned to look at you, you quickly dropped your eyes back onto the scene underneath.

Bruce made it to the stage and began extracting those trapped underneath from within the mess of steel and debris. In the background, you could hear Gordon calling in for backup and choppers, and medical staff for the wounded. The bustle of the police forces intensified, and you knew it was just a matter of seconds till you would be addressed. Till the reality would have to catch up with what had unfolded.

It seemed like you were not the only one with the realization. A muffled shout behind made you turn to find the source, finding Gordon leaning over the railing on the other side of the bridge. You quickly crossed the space to join him, watching as Selina leapt down the ladders and constructions. Her body filled with feline grace you could barely fathom.

“You’re going to do that too?” the gruff voice cut through your consciousness, turning to see Gordon staring at you pointedly.

Despite the weariness and exhaustion, you could not help but crack a wry smile:

“Nah, I don’t fancy dying tonight,” and, then, just as an afterthought you could not hold back, you added, “I’m not that good,”

You really weren’t. It was nearly impossible to ignore the running thoughts, the questions piling in your head, begging to be answered. Like: what if you never showed up on the bridge? What if Bruce never saw you? And what did Selina have to do with all of it?

You did not dare hope it was the last you would ever hear or see of her. The universe was never quite that kind. Or generous.

“Well, I’m glad because I want to talk to you sometime. Once it all quietens a little,” not allowing your brain to go on a tangent, the cop’s conversational tone was once again the one to bring you back to the present.

“What like a witness statement?” you eyed him suspiciously, never the one to eagerly enter the police station and confess your thoughts at the white desk of shame.

But there was no cunning to be found in his face as Gordon nodded:

“You can call it that” as if reading your thoughts, he cracked a wry grin of his own “Don’t worry, you’re not a suspect,”

Perhaps Bruce was right, and he was one of the decent ones. A lone bastion of decency in the GCPD ranks, if you will.

“I should hope not,” you levelled him with one final hard look, hoping to show that you would not be easily intimidated, police forces or not.

One alliance, pulling you right into the centre of this mess was quite enough. And you could not even pretend you were willing to let go of Bruce. It simply was not happening.

Before you could contemplate the logistics of getting back home with the streets flooded, Gordon broke the silence again:

“For now, wait here. I’ll send someone with you to get your head checked out and to get you home safely” only once reminded of it, you felt the throbbing pain pulsing through your skull.

“Police escort, huh?” rolling your eyes, you allowed the uncertainty to speak, “Am I that important?”

The question was not aimed at Gordon. But he was there, and the only person you wanted to ask was… unavailable.

Judging by the expression on his face, you were very transparent on the matter. James threw one look at the stage below and turned away with a simple statement:

“It seems like to him, you are,”

He left you with the words resonating in your head, unaware of the consequences. Unaware of the fact that the statement would haunt you for hours to come. Until you could look into Bruce’s eyes and ask him too.

***

Hours passed since leaving the Garden until you could finally step through the doors leading into the Wayne Tower. Sometime between the fifteen minutes spent at the back of an ambulance (no head trauma, sweetie, but take it slow for a couple of days) and the police car, you decided not to go home. Directing the cops to a random street near the tower, you lied through your teeth, pretending this was home and they could leave you alone. Luckily, they were eager to comply. The excuse you had prepared in the quiet of your mind was that you were safer there. And conveniently more likely to find Bruce once he made it back.

The list of things that needed attending was getting longer as you crept through the familiar foyer and into the creaking lift. You had to call the hospital and inquire after Alfred, the worry gnawing at your heart relentlessly. You were hoping you would stumble upon Dory, too, wanting to let her know Bruce was relatively unharmed. Some dry clothes would have been nice, as well.

Some of those prayers had been answered, for as soon as you stepped into the study, you noticed the warm lamp glow by the bookshelves. One of the armchairs was occupied. As you crept closer, you could easily discern Dory curled up in the chair, her head propped on the backrest, eyes closed. She was dozing. A soft smile spread over your face as you closed the distance and whispered:

“Hey, it’s me” even with all the softness you could procure, Dory sat up startled.

You watched as her wide gaze slowly gave way to recognition and relief. A tentative smile inched its way across your face as she stood up from the armchair and gathered you into a tight hug:

“I’m so happy to see you, darling. I wanted to call someone, but I didn’t have your number, and master Wayne wasn’t picking up. I was so worried” Dory’s voice was smothered by the embrace, yet you heard it well enough to feel the tears gather in your eyes.

Blinking them away, you gave the older woman a final squeeze and stepped back. It was nearly impossible to ignore the uptick of fondness and the part of your brain that already forgot what it was like to be cared for. What it felt like to be important to someone.

“I know. I’m sorry it took me so long” swallowing down the emotions, you sank into the nearest armchair and allowed yourself to relax.

For the first time in hours. Only now, you could feel just how much everything hurt.

The subtle wince did not escape Dory’s worried eyes as she scanned you intently before settling on a question:

“Are you alright?” she added another as you opened your mouth to speak, “Were you there when…?”

She need not finish it.

“Yes, I had a front-row seat to the whole ordeal… I’m fine, though” shrugging halfheartedly, you chose to ignore the aching body and the tarnished confidence; instead, you aimed for another reassuring smile as you added, “Bruce is alright too, he um… helped people there. I’ll wait for him tonight” noticing the dark circles underneath her eyes, you made sure to soften your voice “You can get some rest; I’ve got it all covered,”

It took one long look between you for Dory to agree. She stood up slowly, gathering her bearings and casting one final glance around the space. And then back at you. Eyes filled with fondness you could barely process without bursting into tears.

“Thank you” as if pulled by an invisible string, you got up and allowed her to take your hand between her palms and squeeze it tightly, “He’s lucky to have you,” the sentiment was uttered with enough sincerity to make your heart ache.

A protest was ready to be launched, but you tried to push it down, unable to look away from Dory. From the look in her eyes begging you to accept it as a fact. You closed your eyes to gather your thoughts, knowing it was futile anyway.

“I’m not sure he agrees, but… I’ve always been hard to get rid of” shrugging helplessly, you opened them again only to turn away with a wry smile.

You could not stand it anymore. The housekeeper must have taken the hint, for she gathered the rest of her things and left the room without another word. For once, the loneliness did not hurt too bad.

***

After that, you moved like a ghost through the tower. Careful not to dwell on your actions, you slipped into Bruce’s bedroom to find spare, dry clothes. The set he gave you days before was still there, carefully laid on the chair as if he did not want to put it in the washing yet. That, too, was a thought best left in the dark. Hoping he would not mind, you put them on and dared yourself not to linger as everything there reminded you of his presence and of the safety you were not sure you deserved in the slightest. But it did not matter. You promised Dory to wait upon him, and so were going to do just that.

Calling the hospital was a much easier feat to achieve. It did help to discover that the last time Bruce was visiting Alfred, he had put down your name as someone trusted, and hence it took no effort on your side to get information. What mattered was that he was safe. It took the invisible weight off your chest as you collapsed into a chair in the kitchen and rested your forehead on the cold marble.

It took a great deal of self-persuasion to make a sandwich your stomach badly needed and to convince yourself you should wait downstairs in Bruce’s underground station. That way, you would know exactly when he arrived and could see him right away. And there was no telling when that would happen. Eschewing the importance of clocks and watches, you took a blanket from the sofa in the study and got in the lift to take you down.

The shiver shook your body as the chill of the underground station hit you in the face. Careful not to pay much attention to the late hour or the temptation of everything scattered around the place, you curled up in one of the chairs and burrowed in the blanket. Before long, you were sound asleep.

Waking up was no less jarring. One moment, you were dead to the world, lost in the nonsensical dreams that offered no comfort, and the next, an engine roar made you jerk awake with a start. When your senses adjusted to reality, Bruce was in front of you, the vehicle door closing behind him. He was still wearing full armour, standing motionless as if arrested by your gaze. Just as you were rendered frozen by his.

He was the first to make a move, raising his arms with a quiet groan to take off the cowl. The motion mussed his dark hair, making it fall in disarray over his forehead. Over the attentive eyes, now encircled with smudged black eyeshadow. Your heart stuttered in your chest. A traitorous blush spread over your cheeks as you fought to keep looking him in the eyes, hoping Bruce would not notice the internal crisis.

A flash of surprise followed by recognition and a faint smirk twisting his lips blew those hopes with the wind of your embarrassment. But you did not have enough time to dwell on it. Your legs finally became unstuck as you started closing the gap, exactly when Bruce came to the same conclusion. You met in the middle, bodies colliding almost chaotically, except for the needs controlling every movement. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your own hands came to rest on his shoulders. Eyes met for a split second to fulfil the soul’s desire before Bruce delved in for a kiss.

You gasped, pressing against him, instantly opening your mouth underneath his prodding tongue, giving in to the longing sizzling in your veins. It was easy to slide your tongue alongside his, to let your teeth nibble on his lower lip, revelling in the groan he let out. To press your hand to his cheek, pouring the feelings into the kiss, hoping the message would get through. That you missed him. That you loved him, against all hope and reason. That all you wanted was for this to last. Somehow.

Perhaps it did get through. Perhaps Bruce understood if the way he kept chasing after your lips was anything to go by. Kissing you with all his might, devouring your mouth like a dying man. Like there was no hope left. Nothing but this. But you.

You only broke the kiss when you could hardly breathe, taking half a step back but keeping your hand caressing his cheek lightly. Bruce whined quietly, his hold reluctantly easing to let you go. When your eyes met again, it was impossible not to exhale sharply, shocked to the core by the depth of yearning in his gaze. Mirroring your move, Bruce cupped your face with careful fingers, wincing as soon as he felt the cold skin:

“God, you’re freezing” the slight rasp in his voice was another reason for the stumble in your heartbeat.

Leaning into his palm, you cracked a wry smile and shrugged:

“Yeah, well… You forgot to turn the heating on” your grin widened upon seeing Bruce's faint smile, yet you chose not to dwell on it, “Sorry, I fell asleep” feeling the awkwardness slipping in, you took another half-a step back.

But Bruce did not let you. The arm he kept around your waist stayed right where it was, making it impossible to move further away. You could only stare back as his eyes worriedly scanned your face, looking for any signs of pain. When he found nothing apparent, Bruce gently cupped the back of your head and asked:

“Are you alright? Is-” you could barely tolerate the concern you saw in his eyes, so you stopped him before another word could get out.

Before you got used to being treated like you mattered to someone.

“I’m fine. Got checked up, no head trauma, so as good as it gets” another shrug, taking over the inability to deal with everything you were feeling; you scanned his face with a scrutinous glare before settling on a simple statement, “You, on the other hand, look terrible” proving the point, you dragged your hand through his knotted hair, unable to fight off the fond smile.

The offence you had been awaiting never came. Instead, Bruce mirrored your uncertain smile and sighed, evidently letting go of the invisible weight perched upon his shoulders. His body sagged just a fraction as he finally let go of you and replied:

“I feel like it too” as if not knowing what to do with himself, his gaze ventured over the equipment in the station with palpable restless energy, “I wanted to check up on Alfred, but-”

It felt good to be able to offer him some solutions. You cut right into his sentence, briefly summarizing the discoveries:

“No need, I already called them. He’s safe. Their ICU is on higher floors, so they managed to keep the water under control. They’ll let us know when it’s alright to visit him” running out of steam, you remembered one last crucial bit of information; all the while ignoring how it felt to have Bruce’s eyes fixed on your face with intent, “Caught up with Dory, too, and told her to go to bed,”

You could never have foreseen the reaction to your recap. Before you could do as much as blink and find a new way of filling the silence, a blanket was draped over your shoulders. You whirled around with a gasp, meeting Bruce’s soft stare with wide eyes of your own. He only nodded, answering your unasked question.

“Thank you. I really mean it” seeing the gratitude in his eyes, you could only offer him another tight-lipped smile before turning away to conceal the blush spreading over your cheeks.

You wrapped yourself tighter in the blanket and shot back the remaining two revelations you felt Bruce should know. Those were harder to say out loud without hesitation.

“Um… Gordon wants me to visit him in a few days, so… yeah,” taking his silence as all the encouragement you would get, you added; voice wavering pathetically, “And Selina got away, unfortunately… Sorry about that”

Any idiot would have been able to detect the glaring lack of compassion in the sentence. Not for her, anyway. And Bruce Wayne was many things, but definitely not an idiot.

As if seeing right through the bullshit in your head, he laid a careful hand on your shoulder and forced you to face him. The haunting blue eyes stared into the depths of your soul as his fingers inched higher, caressing your neck in tentative strokes. Unable to maintain eye contact, you squeezed your eyes shut just in time to hear the murmur:

“I don’t care” the sheer conviction in his voice was almost enough to make you believe him.

Almost. Gathering the remains of courage, you chose to face Bruce again:

“She saved your ass up there. You don’t have to pretend it’s nothing” you could tell that bitterness was seeping through each word, the resignation forcing you to stop the rouse, even if just for the moment, “Not for my sake, anyway,”

The flash of annoyance in Bruce’s eyes was almost enough to keep you there. He sighed with frustration before surprising you for the umpteenth time within the past quarter of an hour. Tipping your chin so you could not escape his gaze, Bruce closed the gap to lay a gentle kiss on your parted lips. He leaned back before you could think of chasing after him. The steel-like resolve is still there, written in his blue eyes and the clench of his sharp jaw. As if he was done with your nonsense and yet unwilling to let you go. It was another thing to get you hooked on, so you could never dream of getting over him. As if.

“I’m not pretending. The only person I wanted to see after it all was you” the sincere statement is the one to cut through your internal monologues.

The force of it was enough to rejuvenate the blush on your face and to bring back the stutter in your voice. You stepped back out of his grasp and dropped your gaze to the floor. How did he dare?

“… okay, I… We should go to sleep I think” how eloquent, goddamn it, “You must be exhausted,” it was as good an excuse as you could ever find.

You knew Bruce saw right through it. His eyes flickered over your face with something unidentifiable, but it was clear he had given up. Instead, he found something else to fret over. It became apparent the moment he looked at you helplessly, hands gesturing at the armour with something close to shyness:

“Could you… could you help me get out of this?” his blush had synced up with yours.

One glance at all the different straps and fastenings holding together the upper part of his suit was enough to make you understand. You only nodded, already dropping the blanket on the chair and approaching him with a blank expression. Wordlessly asking for pointers.

The next fifteen minutes had been spent on the painstakingly slow process of disassembling the armour. Quiet was only disrupted by Bruce’s directions, patiently narrating the process so that you knew what you were doing. It was almost pleasant to be this close to him without any pressure of time or case needed solving. Feeling the trust and knowing that this experience was not one many have lived. Perhaps only Alfred had done it before for him. Albeit selfish, the thought gave you comfort. And the courage to think about what came after. About what you wanted (and needed) to offer.

Placing the breast plating on the rack Bruce showed you, you hesitated, eyes slipping over his torso, still hidden by a black shirt. You knew you had been caught once you noticed him stare at you back, head cocked to the side in silent question. There was no point stalling anymore.

“I can stay with you… in your room, if you’d like that” as soon as the words left your mouth, you winced, internally berating yourself for every one of them, “Just to sleep, of course. I don’t… I know you wouldn’t-” the ramblings were cut off with a simple whisper carrying your name.

Making you glance back up at Bruce, at his smile and kind eyes that showed no malice. None of the feared sneer either.

“I’d like it very much” a relieved sigh was inescapable.

As was the flustered smile and maddeningly fast pulse pounding in your ears. It was part of the deal, unfortunately.

You were the first one to break the sickly-sweet exchange of giddy smiles. For the first time in a while, that hopeful spark in your chest was not unwelcome. You allowed yourself to feel it burn as you grinned at Bruce:

“Good. Me too” your lips twisted into a smirk, one Bruce was so familiar with, as you dropped your voice to a faux seductive timbre, “As far as I recall, you’re quite a comfy pillow, hun,”

The delighted laughter you got in return for the nickname was worth the faint headache. And the battered heart.

***

The awkwardness crept back in before you could get in bed and get lost in the dream world. Sometime between getting into Bruce’s bedroom, closing the door, and settling in for the night, everything became harder to ignore. Like the extent of the bruises underneath his shirt, the sheer uncertainty that lays after the flood and the closeness between you that was still terrifying. Having convinced Bruce to let you rub the ointments into the worst of bruising, you settled in between the pillows while he disappeared into the bathroom to get changed. It gave you time to manage the inexplicable spike of anxiety that began to get out of control. Because it was the first time you were going to sleep next to Bruce without any other reason. Because you both wanted to be close to each other. And it was utterly frightening.

The crisis hardly got smothered when Bruce emerged from the ensuite and joined you under the covers. The familiar shy smile graced his features, making it so easy to mirror his position and turn onto your side to face him. You did not have to look for words to fill in the silence:

“Come closer” Bruce extended a hand toward you, fingers trailing over the length of your forearm.

What had been a respectable space between you suddenly felt like nothing. And Bruce wanted you closer than that. Cursing quietly, you levelled him with as a serious look as you could manage, all things considered:

“You sure?” the act was easy to see through.

You wanted to close that gap, perhaps more than anything. But Bruce’s bravery was still something new, something you were not used to. It was best to check lest you could fuck it all up somehow.

“Very, very sure” as if reading your mind, Bruce gave you a reassuring smile, his arm winding around your waist as you gave in to the pull and closed the distance.

Without a word, you laid your head on his pillow and pressed the length of your legs against his. Placing your arm around his middle, you felt instantly enveloped in an embrace that would keep you safe. As did the look in his eyes, trusting and open. The chatter of your thoughts at once grew quiet.

“You know, for a minute there, I was scared I’d never be able to do this again… It was terrifying” laying this close to each other, you could feel each word Bruce spoke with a warm rush of air over your mouth.

Nearly distracting you from the meaning of his words. And what they revealed. Once it sunk in, you closed your eyes and allowed the honesty to speak.

“Will you tell me what… what happened there?” hoping the inflexion would do the work without you having to put it into words, the anxiety raging in your brain made you add, “You don’t have to, is just that… I’d love to get that gap filled in with something other than assumptions” Bruce squeezed your arm in reassurance, confirming he understood.

That he was willing to elaborate on what was, without a doubt, a vulnerable moment. You still were not ready to open your eyes.

“I saw one of them take you out with a blow to the head, and I… Guess I just fucking lost it” the bitter tone with which he threw out the curse felt like a punch to the gut.

It was why your eyes flew open, and the words rushed out.

“But you could barely move, I-” Bruce never let you finish.

“I used an adrenaline shot. Always got a couple in the utility belt” although his voice was rid of emotions, you could see the urgency in his eyes.

As if Bruce was begging you to understand what he meant by it all. You understood enough. Even if you could not bear to think about it without risking your sanity.

“I never heard you swear before” it was why you chose to deflect, holding onto the least important of facts.

Bruce’s eyes widened at the question, and his mouth fell agape in what would be a comical expression if the circumstances were any different.

“Really? Is that the takeaway?” there was a flash of that previous annoyance in his eyes.

Yet still, Bruce tightened the hold over your body, pulling you a fraction closer to the heat of his frame. Close enough that you could melt into him, admitting to the reasons for your foolishness. The why of all the omissions:

“Yeah, because I don’t want to deal with the rest of what you told me” you met his searching gaze, hoping your eyes could show the words that got stuck in your throat.

You pressed your palm to his shoulder blade, feeling the warmth of his skin through the shirt fabric. After a beat, Bruce mirrored the gesture, his soft hum getting lost in the space between you. The silence stretched for a short while, enough so you could feel your heartbeat settle, falling for the chance of peace. Yet it did not surprise you when Bruce spoke:

“I’d do it again if I had to” his voice was still soft, treading that familiar territory between a sleepy confession and a nonchalant observation.

You knew it was not really the second one. Tightening the hold over his body, you moved a fraction closer to brush your nose against his and whispered the reply:

“Let’s hope you’ll never have to” there was nothing else to add.

Nothing else you could say without showing how much his admission meant. It was almost incomprehensible to think someone could willingly risk it all for your sake. Without reason or obligation. It made it dangerously easy to believe you were worth something.

For a while, neither of you spoke, seemingly content to drift off to sleep entangled like that. Although his eyes were half-closed, you could see Bruce glance at you every few minutes. It was impossible to say what he was thinking. Once you could feel the sleep pulling you under, you risked asking what was on your mind:

“Will you still be here when I wake up?” even to your ears, your voice sounded embarrassingly insecure.

There was no guarantee he would be there. No certainty that whatever had happened over the night would prevail the next day. You were not sure you could cope with it if the morning changed how things were. It was doubtful.

From the briefest of winces passing through Bruce’s face, you knew you had hit the jackpot. Your hand trailed down his arm to thread your fingers together. Waiting to be disappointed.

“I don’t know. The city needs me, now more than ever” the excuse was weak, and Bruce knew it.

As if trying to recompensate, he squeezed your hand but averted the furrowed look you immediately sent his way. You did not feel like giving in to what was utter bullshit.

“Yeah, but you need to rest” when Bruce still did not meet your gaze, you added, tone firmer this time, “Gotham is still going to be there tomorrow. And I hope you know you can’t help everybody. You can’t save them all” it must have struck the chord for he raised his head, the boundless blue of his eyes troubled “Some are beyond helping” it was hard to say what made you finish the speech on a vulnerable admission “Like me,”

One that made Bruce’s face twist into a look of pure dread. He disentangled his hand from yours to cup your cheek, the tenderness tearing your heart apart as you stared back.

“You’re not-” deciding you did not want to hear it, you used an empty hand to shut him up.

Your fingers traced the outline of his mouth once he fell quiet. His lips were an easier point of focus than the eyes seeing into the depths of your soul.

“Bruce, please. Not tonight,” the whisper filled the silence, pleading without saying so.

He understood. Nudging your chin upwards so that you were both forced to look at one another, Bruce searched your eyes. That same emotion settled for good in his gaze. The one you could never identify. Though you could sometimes guess…

“Okay… Can I kiss you?” the simple question acted like an instant brain freeze.

You did not have to think hard about the answer.

“Yeah… but only if you’ll stay with me” for once, it did not hurt to be exposed.

For once, it was okay to know he saw you. All the faults and weaknesses. All that you would rather reject than embrace.

“I’ll stay” Bruce sealed the promise with a kiss.

Fragile and gentle, the pressure of his lips was almost tender. It was still easy to sigh into his mouth and lose yourself in the hope that flickered in your heart. The hope that maybe it meant enough to last. This time, you made no moves to devour him, no intent to make a mark. For this one was only a vow. And when it was over, and you could press a final peck to the tip of Bruce’s nose, it was so much easier to lay your head over his chest and close your eyes.

***

It was almost surreal to wake up enveloped in an embrace you had no desire to escape. Slowly opening your eyes, you allowed them to adjust to the morning light peeking through the curtains. The rain was pattering against the window; the sound was acting like a mellow soundtrack. Realising you had moved through the night, you found your back pressed against Bruce’s chest. It felt like being spooned by a heater. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. That much was certain.

For a beat, you were content to simply lay there, feeling the rise and fall of his chest and the muffled snores escaping his throat. It was impossible not to grin, tightening the hold over Bruce’s hand around your waist. The throbbing headache at the back of your skull was almost worth it. Because although it was still terrifying, you could not deny yourself the bliss felt at that moment. Everything else be damned.

Only once you felt him stir you began to move, turning as gently as possible to face Bruce. The sight alone was breathtaking. His dark hair was tousled beyond saving, several strands falling over his eyes. His forehead was clear from the frown lines; the long eyelashes fluttered over the sculpted cheeks. Although his eyes were still closed, you could tell he was not sleeping anymore. Ignoring the warnings alarms in your head, you shifted, so you could see him better and kissed the edge of his jaw. Then laid another peck on his chin, smiling involuntarily upon hearing Bruce gasp shallowly. His arms tightened over your frame as he slightly lowered his head to catch your lips in a chaste kiss. You were more than happy to give it to him.

Only then did Bruce open his eyes, the blue irises catching the light and immediately focusing on you. His lips twisted into a small smile as you noticed:

 “I think you needed that sleep” on its own accord, your hand rose to let the fingers trail over his features.

Bruce’s smile widened into a bashful grin. You could feel his hand caress your side, slowly inching closer to the shirt’s hem. You were happy to let him do that too.

“Probably,” acquiescing, Bruce was interrupted by a wide yawn.

Giggling into the pillow, you briefly contemplated what it would take to convince him to stay in bed with you forever. Or at least for the whole day. But then, the reality crashed. Even without being able to see the city outside, the memories came rushing in like the sea water breaking through the walls last night. It was the darkness at the edge of the peaceful morning that made you ask:

“What do you think will happen now?” as soon as the words were out, you could see the frown return to Bruce’s face.

Damn it. The apology was already on your tongue when he replied.

“No clue. But it’s going to be tough. People like the Penguin are going to try to use this mess to their advantage” a tired sigh acted as an interval while Bruce seemed to collect his thoughts; his eyes were trained on the world outside the window, “I should probably do patrols every night, aside from keeping in touch with Gordon” the reluctance in his voice felt like a stab in the fabric of your soul.

With a start, you realised that you would probably do anything to make it go away. To stop whatever was making him hurt. But there was nothing you could do.

“Work is cancelled with everyone urged to stay inside, so if you’ll have anything to work on, count me in” feigning nonchalance and failing miserably, you waited with bated breath for Bruce to look at you again.

To say anything to the thinly veiled plea to let you work with him again. The answer was more important than life itself. Slowly, Bruce turned his head to rest his heavy gaze on you. His mouth stretched into a smile:

“No please?” he grinned, taking the weight off your shoulders and making you giggle breathlessly.

“Nah, you didn’t earn it” an attempt at schooling your features into a mock seriousness went horribly, yet Bruce still seemed pleased with the quip.

His hand, which was still tracing patterns on your side, slipped underneath the shirt. Now the warmth of his careful touch was acting like an anchor, making it much easier to stay present. When his eyes met yours, it still felt like a jolt to the system.

“I will” Bruce’s voice dropped into a lower timbre, dragging a shiver through your body.

If he noticed, he did not let on. Ignoring the response of your betraying body, you raised an eyebrow, fixating on the conversation you were having. Or on one that lay beneath the words that filled the silence.

“Earn it?” as if following the invisible pull, you allowed your hand to reach out; your palm pressed itself to his chest over the heart.

To feel its rhythmic beat, wanting to memorise it for the future where you never got to touch Bruce like that.

“That too” as though he was reading your mind, Bruce pulled you closer, his words a murmur you wanted to trust.

You wanted to believe whatever changed last night was an indication of how things were now. And how they were going to be. But trusting was not in your blood. You buried your face in the crook of his neck to breathe in the calming scent. Only after a few minutes have passed in the near-blissful quiet, you could begin to seek the courage to voice one last desire. You could only say it when there was no chance of Bruce’s eyes finding yours. So, you took one final deep breath and tried to shoot the shot:

“Will you have some breakfast with me? Before you leave to do whatever?” with every word, you were wincing harder, trying to focus on the movement of his chest underneath your palm.

All because of how much rejection would hurt. Sure, you had already gotten so much more than you ever bargained for. But the longing never ceased anymore, growing more insistent by the hour.

“That’s a question or a request?” Bruce’s question had a cheeky edge, easily throwing you out of your head.

He had no mercy for your desire to hide. Leaning back to catch your chin in his hand, Bruce met your blushed cheeks and half-closed eyes with a confident smirk. An expression you were slowly getting used to, to your surprise. It forced a shy smile to appear, despite your wishes.

“Depends on what’s more likely to work on you” your tongue darted out to wet the suddenly dry lips.

Immediately, you noticed Bruce’s eyes trace the movement, keeping the eyes fixed on your mouth. Way too long for it to be accidental. You knew it wasn’t.

Bruce groaned as if in response to the dance between you and pressed his forehead to yours with a fake pained expression. In response, you could only raise an eyebrow and catch the bottom lip between your teeth. The giddiness in your chest began to spark to life.

“You’re just so…” it only grew brighter when you heard the yearning in his voice.

Bruce seemed speechless; his eyes were fixed on your face with something akin to devotion. As if he had so many words to describe you but none that would fit the bill. None that would express what he wanted to say. You decided to help:

“Annoying?” Bruce shook his head in silent exasperation, so you decided to use it, “Yeah, I know. So?”

His smile was the answer you had been waiting for. Soon, your face was bound to hurt from smiling so much.

“Okay,” Bruce nodded, making your grin shine even brighter.

Caught up in the feelings evoked by this moment, you never saw when he leaned in to catch your lips but felt it when Bruce kissed you. Slowly and thoroughly, responding to the playful back and forth you had been indulging in. You deepened the contact when you felt his tongue swipe over your lips, gasping when Bruce licked into your mouth. The taste of him was already familiar, and the more you had of it, the more you craved it. Following the pull of your heart, you pulled up on your forearm to lean over Bruce, feeling his hand slip to the small of your back. He caressed your skin while his mouth devoured yours, and all you could think of was how much you were willing to sacrifice to never let him go. Somewhere in between another swipe of your tongue curling around his and the playful bite as your teeth sunk into his bottom lip, you had to swallow the three words. The ones that would destroy everything. The ones that kept appearing on the tip of your tongue, following the letters of his name. The ones you traced onto the material of his shirt. I love you.

Not that long later, when you had climbed from the bed, and locked the bathroom door, you whispered them against the wooden frame, choking on the weight of the feelings you should never have had in the first place:

“I love you…”

***

The crisis had passed by the time you sat at the kitchen island and sipped on the coffee while gossiping with Dory. She had hugged you tightly when you entered the room, relieved to find you still in the building. In return, you filled her in on Bruce’s whereabouts and asked for help in preparing the breakfast spread. Once it was ready and you had convinced the older woman to join you for the meal, you settled by the countertop, waiting for Bruce to join you. Somehow, you knew he would. Breaking promises did not seem to be in his nature. At least, you had hoped so.

He proved you right ten minutes later, walking into the kitchen just as you were telling Dory about the police escort from the night before. Your story was interrupted when she laid her eyes on Bruce, let out a surprised noise and instantly dropped the milk carton to gather him into an embrace. A smile planted itself on your face upon the sight, observing with the familiar happiness as Bruce returned the hug and squeezed the housekeeper with fondness permeating every cell of his body. After a moment, you turned away to give them privacy for the hushed conversation and tried to occupy yourself with the toasts, which had just popped from the toaster. The only reprieve from the task came when you felt a gentle touch on your shoulder and turned your head to find Bruce standing right next to you. He smiled and wordlessly asked for the plate, forcing you to marvel at the domesticity of the situation. So different to the other breakfast at the Wayne Tower, only days before. Once you were all seated and picking at the spread, it was that memory which made you ask:

“So… are you going to eat, or do I have to force you again?” you levelled Bruce with a pretended serious look and sneaked a glance towards Dory.

As expected, she was unsuccessfully hiding the laugh behind the coffee mug in her hand. Turning back to Bruce, you found him matching the faux glare with one of his own. His mouth was curled into a smile as he picked up the buttered bread and used it as an accessory to accentuate the response:

“I will. I will. No need to force-feed me the toast” Bruce took a demonstrative bite with no heat in the pointed look in his eyes.

A spark in his gaze told you he remembered well the moment you alluded to.

“Good” signing off the comment with a wink, you reached for the mug again.

You did not get to swallow the sip of the warm beverage.

“Though, admittedly, I did enjoy the last time” Bruce’s response was the sole reason for you choking on the coffee and the coughing fit which followed.

He must have felt responsible, for within seconds, his hand was between your shoulder blades, firmly hitting the space to ease the coughing. The concerned frown on his face was almost enough to help you take a breath again and find the courage to place your hand on his knee underneath the kitchen island. You squeezed it once and measured him with a steady look:

“I see” the company in the room did not matter anymore as you met the blue of his eyes and remarked, “You’re a strange creature, Mr Wayne” the way Bruce reacted to the name never got old, and you could not help but smirk with satisfaction at the pink tint appearing on his cheeks.

He caught his bottom lip between his teeth as if to hold in something he did not want to say out loud. Composed himself and took a toast bite to find a breather. You could only watch him, feeling Dory’s observational gaze rest on both of you with quiet contemplation. Whatever she saw between you surely was not that far off anyway.

At last, Bruce must have found his footing again, for he returned your taxing gaze and muttered a reply:

“Yet you’re still… around” the inflexion on the last word suggested he was surprised by it.

That he never really expected you to stay around for so long. You did wonder whether telling him that it was a surprise to you, too, was a reasonable move. You ignored it, softening the smile on your face and fully aware that the look in your eyes was nothing short of affectionate.

“I never said I don’t like strange creatures” finishing the sentence, you moved your hand up from his knee to the lower thigh, hoping to convey everything your heart felt.

You signed off the sentiment with a cheeky wink, feeling your cheeks burn under Dory’s scrutiny from the other side of the worktop. At that moment, you quickly decided to discard this line of the conversation and include the older woman in your discussion. It was what you did then, sharing with her your recounting of the night before, happy to have Bruce join the story. Afterwards, you both promised her to keep in touch to avoid anxiety-filled nights and confusion.

Still, it was not a surprise that as soon as Dory finished her breakfast, she excused herself from the kitchen, wishing you both a good day. A blush on your face was a permanent fixture by now. For a beat, you and Bruce stayed quiet, sipping the remains of the coffee in companionable silence. Until he cleared his throat and placed the mug on the worktop with a hollow sound. Your eyes darted to Bruce anticipating the unknown. Although there were no reasons to suspect anything bad, you still felt anxious as you watched him intently.

“I’ve been thinking and… I think it would be best if you stayed here for now. Until it all settles a little in the city” Bruce rushed the words out almost breathlessly, staring at the marble surface as he added, “Of course, you can say no, but… I wanted to put it out there, I guess” with each word the conviction in his voice grew weaker until it disappeared completely.

The proposition surprised you, making it difficult to find an answer before Bruce managed to talk himself out of it. You could see him battle himself, so you blurted out the only question that made sense:

“Why?” it was the magical word that made Bruce look up at last.

He met your searching gaze with a simple shrug, the look in his eyes helpless but not in denial anymore. This time he had the answer ready.

“Because I’d feel better knowing you’re somewhere safe,” his voice grew softer as he silently begged you to understand and agree.

The statement broke through the reluctance in your heart and melted the hard shell, as it always did. It was tempting and oh so easy. Another excuse to stay by his side and feed your needs as long as he would allow it.

“And here I was hoping you’ll say you want me in your bed again” you dropped the tone to a private timbre, eager to make Bruce blush again.

It did the job. As soon as he registered your words, his cheeks turned a vivid shade of pink, lips falling agape to sputter words of denial that never came. You were right. Kinda. A triumphant grin planted itself on your face upon the sight, acting as a driving force behind the decision to stand up and drape your arms over Bruce’s body from behind. Your chin came to rest on his shoulder as his hands came to cover yours over his torso. Before he could begin to question himself again, you whispered an agreement into his ear and leaned back an inch to leave a playful bite on his earlobe. It was enough to make Bruce gasp sharply. And to widen your smile, silencing the voice in your head that always reminded you it would not last. For now – it would. And that was enough.

[harrywavycurly]

How would Princess handle a drunk Eddie?

Hiii babes!! Idk why this made me laugh and then go “awe” 😂🙈 but I hope you enjoy these conversations between a drunk Eddie and his Princess💖

-find all things Eddie and Princess here✨

-sorry one of these is super emo idk where it came from🥺

*Eddie just wants..no NEEDS to tell you he loves you*

“Hey baby…baby?…baby?…where are you?” “Honey I’m at home…are you still at the hideout?” “You’re at home? I gotta…I gotta get home then…you’re there and…I’m not.” “I’ll be here whenever you’re done having your little boys night out don’t worry.” “I’m worried…I’m not a little boy?..rude.” “No honey I wasn’t calling you a little boy…never mind…are you having fun?” “I’m in the bathroom…Jeff is trying to get me to do a shot and I just want to go home…since you’re home.” “Oh honey…you’ll be home soon it’ll be okay…go enjoy your night with the boys.” “I love you…so much…like more than I’ve ever loved anyone ever.” “Really? That’s crazy because that’s almost as much as I love you.” “That’s it…I’m coming home…fuck this shit.” “No…Eddie…honey just stay where you’re at and I’ll call Jeff okay? Tell him to stop making you do shots and to wrap the night up soon okay? How’s that sound?” “Sounds amazing…you’re amazing….” “Thanks honey…now go back out there…I love you.” “Okay…I’m going…I love you too.”

“This…is nice…I like this a lot.” “Yeah? Good…now wanna tell me what made you run off and get trashed on a Monday night?” “Shhhh….don’t ruin my bath baby…I see why you take one of these everyday.” “Edward…” “i was worried…oh is this vanilla? Smells good…can you eat this?” “Worried about what honey?…yes it’s vanilla but no you can’t eat it…it’s a bar of soap.” “Worried I’m gonna disappoint you one day…don’t wanna do that.” “Why would you think you’d disappoint me?” “Dunno…I just…it’s too good to be true…I’m gonna fuck it up…always do.” “Honey…you’re not gonna mess this up…look at me okay?…I’m not going anywhere.” “You say that…” “I love you…and I need you…I’ll always be here.” “You need me?” “I do…you make me the happiest I’ve ever been.” “I love you too…you…you make me happy…that’s why I don’t wanna fuck it up.” “You won’t…now five more minutes then it’s time for bed okay?” “Okay…can I get more bubbles?”

“Who the fuck is that?” “Edward James!” “What? Who the fuck is that? Why is he looking at you?” “He’s not looking at me honey…he’s looking at you and he’s the bouncer.” “Bouncer? I’ll bounce his head off the floor if he looks over here one more time…ouch did you just pinch me?” “You’re being rude…no more whiskey for you…it turns you into an asshole.” “Sorry…but he started it…creepy ass Mr. Clean looking asshole…” “He is just making sure everything is okay…you’re very drunk honey.” “I am…not.” “Just drink your water honey…before you get all grumpy will you dance with me?” “You’re just taking advantage of…my current…situation.” “You’re absolutely correct..now chug the water and let’s go…I love this song.” “You’re so sweet…but also a little bit evil.” “Come on honey…I love you.” “Ohhh cheap shot baby…uhg fine…I love you too.”