#to the point where it feels like you're smothering it with a pillow

[captain-bubble-wrap]

QUINN IS SO CUTE I JUST WANNA CUDDLE HIM ALL DAY

Babe, he's the cutest in the league! Sweet, soft boy! I don't think you were asking for anything, but I typed a little something! 🩷

You had just tucked yourself in beneath a heavy throw on the sofa. Head propped up by a few pillows, wearing one of Quinn's crewneck sweaters and sweatpants, you were warm and comfortable. He was away at morning practice leaving you to preoccupy yourself until he had come back. The curtains were drawn, the heat was up, and the room smelled like vanilla and caramel, fully rounding out the cozy feeling you were hoping for. 

On the coffee table, sat a new book you had been excited to finally start. Quinn had rekindled your love for reading, something that you hadn't had since you were a child. However, when you picked it up to finally delve into it, the door pushed open; a very tired-looking Quinn standing in the doorway. 

"Hi, baby," you said, sitting up to greet him, the blanket falling away from your body. Looking at him, you could tell something was wrong. "Are you alright?"

His shoulders rolled forward as he sighed, "I'm fine." Quinn dropped his bag at the door, kicked off his sneakers and walked past you and into the bedroom. "Long practice."

It wasn't his normal greeting, by any means, which made you unsure about what you should do. Smothering him with love and affection didn't feel like the right thing at the moment, so you decided to simply let him be and wait for him to come to you. Just before you talked yourself into getting up and seeing if he was okay, you heard his soft footfalls coming towards you. He had changed his clothes into something more lounge-like and less restrictive, but his expression still conveyed that something was wrong. 

You were laying down when he emerged from the bedroom and stayed that way even after he pulled back the blanket. 

"Quinny?" You questioned, as he squeezed himself between your legs to lay his head against your chest, all without a word. He had done this a few times, but it had been while the two of you had been in bed, never on the sofa. His hands snaked under your sweater, up your ribs, and behind your back to rest on your shoulder blades. His touch was warm as you shivered against his it. "Baby, what's wrong?"

He sighed again, his hair just out of the reach of tickling your nose, but your fingers would get lost within it almost immediately. "Took a hard hit today and I'm in a fair amount of pain."

"Oh, baby!" You lamented, doing your best to cover him with the blanket. "That's not good!"

"It happens," he exhales, fingers gripping you tighter. "Was an accident. 

Once you had the both of you sufficiently draped in plush warmth, one hand returned to his hair, the other to his middle of his back. You hoped he wasn't seriously hurt as he seemed to be having such a rough go as of late; you couldn't take him missing any more games. Feeling his breathing sync with yours, you tried to relax yet your worry still lingered. 

"Where does it hurt? So I don't touch it by accident." 

"Left side of my ribs," Quinn mumbled, turning his face inwards towards your chest. 

He was always targeted with hits to his ribs, something that always pissed you off. Worse yet, when most of those hits were never called for a penalty. But this time, it had happened at practice; friendly fire. You hoped the pain would subside by the end of the night, even though you knew he was accustomed to such ailments. 

"I'm sorry, honey."

His words were muffled as he spoke, like he was trying to hide from you, "It's fine." 

"It's not fine!" You pouted, feeling sorrow for his situation. "You're hurt!"

"I'm always hurt, babe, it's hockey." 

Your expression dropped. He had a point, but still, that didn't invalidate your concern for his health. "I'm sorry, I just...care."

Quinn lifted his head to rest his chin between your breasts. "I know you do. I'm sorry," he apologized before his eyes disappeared again, face hidden from view. 

Poor thing, just couldn't catch a break, and you didn't want to make things worse. You'd keep playing with this hair for as long as he would let you, but then you had an idea. In your eyes wandering the room, deep in thought, you caught sight of your book teetering on the edge of the coffee table. 

"Want me to read to you?"

Unsure if he was awake or if he had drifted off into a nap, you waited for an answer before reaching for it. If he was asleep, you decided you'd take a nap with him. His weight on your body was so comforting and soothing and you knew you would drift off to sleep almost immediately upon closing your eyes. 

"You'd read to me?" He asked, bringing his eyes out of hiding once more. 

"Yeah, I was just about to start a new one I got when you came home."

"Oh...I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry! I'm glad you're home."

"Okay," he sighed, laying his cheek against your chest, face facing the rest of the living room. "I'd like that...if you'd read to me."

Smiling, you'd extend your arm to grab the book, hoping it didn't fall or it would just stay there till later. Thankfully, you were close enough to secure it between your fingers and bring it back to you. 

"It's a murder-mystery," you said, hoping he wouldn't mind your reading choice. 

"I was expecting a hockey romance," Quinn teased, the fainted smile heard in his tone.

"Oh, ha, ha!" You teased, "Why would I need to read that when I live it everyday?"

[anton-luvr]

hiii can you do Riize's reaction to dreaming of u cheating? Lmao like do u think they would get upset ,worried...? 🧍🏽‍♀️

# WHEN THEY DREAM OF YOU CHEATING ; 7riize.

⚝ bf!riize x gn!reader | angst ⚝ note ; thank you for req anon!! this was honestly kinda sad to write like damn who would cheat on them 💔 + reqs are CLOSED

# SHOTARO. - it'll definitely upset him a bit, but it won't last long. he knows the both of you love each other too much to cheat, so he'll go back to being the happy unbothered king he is after telling you about it and being smothered with kisses and reassurances from you.

# EUNSEOK. - all sassiness and pettiness will be unleashed. he'll wake up in a cold sweat, reach over to make sure your sleeping figure is still beside him, and proceed to whack you awake with his pillow. shouts a "how could you cheat on me in my dream!?" while you're startled awake, confused. he'll proceed to wrap himself around you and make you promise you would never cheat on him (you really would never) before falling asleep again with his head resting on your chest.

# SUNGCHAN. - he will be very upset. he know it's just a dream, but it kinda messes him over and he's just :( for the rest of the day. it just felt so real and it makes him so uncomfortable and sad. needs extra kisses and hugs and reassurance that you'll never cheat on him.

# WONBIN. - like the drama queen he is, he would be soooooo extra about it. shakes you awake at 2am and will ask 'did you ever cheat on me? be honest.' and you'd be so confused bc why??? would you cheat????? when you have park wonbin??????? you tell him just that, but he's not convinced. writes up a contract that you'll never cheat on him and makes you sign it the next day. both of you know that you would never, but wonbin feels more relieved to have it on paper bc he's silly like that.

# SEUNGHAN. - bro is Not Impressed™. he'll tell you about the dream very seriously, because it genuinely makes him feel sick to the stomach. not that he doesn't trust you, it's just that the dream left him scarred. but once you squeeze him in a hug and get him flowers with a sweet kiss to the cheek, all memories of the nasty dream fades away.

# SOHEE. - he'll be so whiny and upset about it. would be mumbling "how could you cheat on me in my dream? :(" and "why would you do that to me? :(" for the whole day because it was so upsetting. it gets to the point where you have to grab him by the face and tell him for the nth time that you would never do that to him, and you'd find a way to get into his dream to slap your dream self for it. it's so stupid and childish that it makes the both of you laugh, the kiss you press on sohee's lips making him feel better.

# ANTON. - listen... he'll start crying. he has some insecurities, so this just might break him. cries so hard that you wake up and he wouldn't want you to touch him for a while. but once he's calmed down and lets you hug him, he'll cry even more :( he'll also talk about it with you and the both of you will work on his insecurities while he becomes clinger than ever bc you're his favorite person in the world, and he doesn't want to lose you to someone else :(

© anton-luvr, 2023.

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[nardo-headcanons]

Yandere Itachi HCS please (can be either SFW or NSFW)

tw for unhealthy/toxic behaviors and relationship/power dynamics, implied nsfw, dub!con

Headcanons for Yandere!Itachi

a/n: gn!reader. thanks to @naruto-scribblings-j for requestiong.

SFW

Poor Itachi wouldn't even take much to turn yandere mode. There's only so much loss and manipulation one can go through before going off the deep end. He is the protective type. The type to smother you with overprotectiveness and even outright controlling behavior.

He is very busy with his akatsuki duties and trips to the medics to acquire medication for his illness, and he has no problem lying to you about it. Lots of excuses, but they're so convincing you won't notice. If you DO happen to notice his lies, he'll shut down the discussion and outright block any attempts to discuss it.

In order for him to become that overly protective over you he must have known you for a long time. Like, childhood friends or teammates or something like that. To him, you are the one slither of his previous life he has left, the beacon of innocence.

You would feel rather smothered and infantilized by his behavior, yet at the same time you can't really do much about it except waiting for the day either Sasuke or his illness put him six feet under.

If you're in Konoha, he'd use his crows to spy and stalk on you and report your whereabouts to him 24/7. A part of Itachi knows that what he is doing is wrong but to him it is a necessary evil that he is forced to do to protect someone he loves.

If you're a rogue though, he's gonna try to capture/kidnap you. It depends on your occupation as a rogue. If you work for anyone but Akatsuki, maybe even bring you back to the village where he thinks you're safer. If you DO try to join the Akatsuki, he couldn't outright stop you without blowing his cover, but he would try to manipulate you into leaving.

NSFW under the cut

NSFW

Itachi wouldn't force himself on you. He'd actually keep his safe distance until you succumb to his manipulation consent to his advances.

He'd turn you into being his pillow princess (yes I am using this term neutrally) and never let you do any of the hard lifting unless you absolutely pester him about it.

IRL, he won't do any thing that causes actual physical harm to you, no matter how much you beg him. He can't fathom the thought of brusing your delicate skin. Will, however, praise you for taking him so well to a point of almost coddling you.

That being said, in his Tsukuyomi world, almost anything is fair game, as long as you beg for it. Whether it be hard- or softcore things, he will leave you a shaking, whimpering mess - completely at his mercy.

[luveline]

EDDIE AND ROAN , roan and eddie have a little “argument” theyre both so sad and r fixes everything 🥹🥹🥹

eddie and roan ♡ (almost) step mom!reader

“I can't give it to you,” Eddie says, shrugging, “it's for Christmas.” 

“I hate you.” 

You pick your head up from the book you're reading. Roan crosses her arms over her chest defiantly, and Eddie mirrors her pose. 

“That's not true. If I give it to you now, we won't have anything nice to eat on Christmas day. Then it won't feel special.” 

“Santa will bring more.” 

It's sound logic for a kid, but unfortunately for you and Eddie, Santa continues to be a work of fiction, and so he won't be replacing the expensive Christmas pound cake Roan wants to open. 

Eddie shakes his head. “He brings presents, babe. I pay for the food.” 

“You can buy more.” 

“Roan, I'm saying no.” 

Roan's eyes narrow to dark slits. “Dad, that's not fair.” 

“It is, babe. You can't have everything you want just because you want it, this is for a special occasion. We have to save things sometimes.” 

“Ugh,” she says, frowning deeply at him. She's adorable even like this, and you can't help smiling in your seat, watching her show off. “You suck!” 

“You suck,” Eddie says back immediately. 

Roan drops her arms from her chest. She stays quiet, perhaps hoping Eddie will say sorry, and when there's no apology to be found she takes off running up the stairs, huffing and puffing. The slam of her bedroom door shakes the house. 

You put your bookmark between the pages of your book and let it fall closed. You hadn't expected to get very far. “That's not very nice,” you say. 

Eddie groans and shoves the pound cake under a loaf of bread. “I'm not nice,” he says, dragging his feet to your chair, slumping over you, and shoving his face against your neck. You cradle his head instinctively. “I'm mean.” 

“I heard some guy up north has you on his shit list.” 

“Why doesn't she get that I want to eat it too? I hate saying no. I don't want to say no.” 

“But if you said yes to everything she wanted we'd be destitute,” you say, a sorry softness to it as you stroke his hair. He's very warm where he's pressed against you. 

“I know.” 

“Having a bad day?” you ask. 

“The worst.” 

“Want me to try and fix it?” 

“Would you?” he asks, pulling his head up, his voice full of awe as though it was the most generous thing you could have ever offered. 

“Not budging on the cake, right?” 

He shakes his head. “What will we eat Christmas day?” Eddie smiles hopefully, the doe shape of his eyes emphasised, as is the dark hiding of lashes surrounding them. “Tell her I was totally being cranky because she was cranky too, please. And call me a bitch or something, she loves that.” 

You tuck one of his curls behind his ears in goodbye, taking the stairs two at a time to check on your girl. 

Roan is upside down in bed, feet pointed at the pillow and head curled away from you at the bottom. She's got one sock falling off and her room is an explosion of toys as usual, but what upsets you most is the sound of weak sniffles smothered in her blankets. 

Poor girl. Eddie's repeated insult must've struck a nerve. 

“It's me, Roro. Can I come in?” 

“No.” 

“Just for a bit. We can snuggle or something, I…” You smile at her as she lifts her head. “I could really use one. What do you think?” 

You make yourself at home at the top of her bed. Her double feels like a queen size with just the two of you in the middle. Her sheets are flat and tucked still from the morning, and the springs chirp in protest as she waddles across them on her knees, dropping into the invitation of your open arm with a sniff. 

“Dad was so mean to me…” 

“He said something mean, huh?” you ask gently, bringing your hand to the back of her head. Her curls are thick as Eddie's with the same frizz toward the top of her head, soft and fuzzy to touch. “I think you upset him too, when you said he sucked.” 

“I didn't mean it.” 

“I know. Do you think daddy knows that? I bet he does.” 

She whines under your chin, her cheek sticky where it brushes your neck. “It's not fair,” she cries. 

Her sobs are easily soothed. You shush her, rubbing the flat plane of her back with a loving palm. These tears are a mixture of things, you reckon, hybrid crocodiles —she's not getting her way and she's not happy about that, but there's a real injustice there too. It's hard being little sometimes. You don't get to choose what you want, and you can't understand why, either. 

“Listen, babe, I think daddy was right, and we can't have the cake, because the cake cost money, okay? And me and daddy need money for some other things, like fish food for Lucky, and dinner tonight, does that make sense?” 

“But we have the cake,” she says, irritation seeping into her clumsy inflection. 

“We do,” you agree, pulling her up into your chest for a good squeeze, “but that's because we're trying to save it up. If we eat it now, we might not have enough money to buy it again. Daddy isn't trying to be mean, yeh? Just wants you to have a special day…” You run your fingertip down her back, laughing as she shivers, and again when she giggles. “‘Cos Christmas is so soon! And we're being good. So let's go make daddy say sorry, that way he can be back on the good list.” 

“Am I still on the good list?” she asks worriedly. 

You don't like that she's upset, but you like getting to be her mom. “You're on my good list. Let's go see dad and I'm sure Santa will put you straight back to the top.” 

Roan drags her feet just like her dad did, apprehensive on the way down the stairs and back to the kitchen. Eddie's waiting and pretending he isn't, leant up against the countertop with a candy bar in hand. “It's not cake, babe, but you can still have a treat?” he offers. 

Roan steps forward and drops her head into his thigh. “You're not nice.” 

“You said it first, baby,” he says, but he bends over her to kiss her forehead, the tip of his nose brushing her hair, “but you're right. I'm sorry, you don't suck.” 

“Well. You don't suck either.” 

It sounds like she's asking a question. Eddie smiles up at you, and then he drops his face into her completely and starts whining. “Why don't you love me anymore, Roly-poly? You used to be soooo nice to me.” 

“It's ‘cos I'm hungry.” 

He snorts and passes her the candy bar. “Why do I doubt that?” 

“I don't know… Do you want half?” 

“Better make it a quarter, bub. I think Y/N deserves some for being the best mom ever, don't you?” 

Roan turns to look at you. “How much does that leave for me?” she whispers. 

“Still half,” you whisper back. 

She smiles happily and forces the candy bar back into her dad's hands, demanding Eddie open it and break it up into pieces for her. He spares her the hard work, and everyone forgets about the Christmas cake for a few weeks. 

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

One of the things about Stede that absolutely kills me is that I don't think we ever see him defend himself.

Stede has such a negative view of himself, and it's clearly gotten to the point where he thinks everyone else is justified in assuming the worst, too. He acts so confident that it's almost something you can miss, so I can't even blame Ed for not noticing just how bad Stede's self-image is.

Stede never tries to explain his behavior. He just nods along when other people tell him how they interpreted his actions.

S1E3: Stede, about to be hanged, says "I deserve that" when Jim calls him "the worst pirate captain in history." Now, yes, he's been just the worst pirate ever up until this point, but he's literally about to die and he doesn't even try to get sympathy or reassurance.

S1E9 - Stede never even bothers trying to explain that Nigel's death was an accident, he says he stole Nigel's sword and jammed it through his head. Part is obviously to make sure he takes the blame instead of Ed, who already confessed, but he could have given the true account of events.

S1E10 - Stede seems bummed but definitely not surprised to see Mary and the kids are doing so well without him. Never explains himself or tells Mary that he'd been feeling so trapped and terrible. When Mary tried to skewer him, his biggest cricitism was about how maybe she should have tried smothering him or using a pillow instead.

S2E1-E3 - Stede can only assume Ed's behavior at the beginning of the season is his fault alone, but he never, ever tries to pass blame. He never even thinks about blaming Ed or any crew members' actions. As far as he's concerned, the responsibility is his alone.

S2E4 - I think it's very natural that Stede's explanation to Ed wouldn't include the fact that Chauncy dragged him out of bed and shot himself in front of him. It might make Ed feel better to know Stede wasn't just panicking about their relationship moving too fast, he'd also just been through a very traumatic event, but Stede doesn't think of it like that. As far as he's concerned, he has no excuses and Ed is right to blame him entirely.

Always, every time, Stede assumes everyone is always working with the understanding that Stede fucked up big time and he deserves complete blame for everything that happens as a result. He never tries to contextualize his actions. He assumes the worst of himself and thinks everyone else is right to do so too.

I'm glad Ed's started to pick up on how much Stede is desperate for approval. I hope he realizes how much Stede needs reassurance and how much good saying "you're not the worst person alive and you're not irredeemable" will do for him.

[kuroppiii]

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8:25 am. both you and bokuto have the day off.

you're leaning against the kitchen counter, one of bokuto's shirts loosely hanging off of your frame. as your thumb instinctively scrolls through your feed, the bubbling of hot water brewing for your morning drink sounds off next to you.

you're vaguely aware of the steam drifting up from the top of the machine when your eyes land on a post from an official msby account.

it was video where they had bokuto running around the msby locker room interviewing his teammates. the questions were along the lines of “favorite point you’ve won”, “court position you would try for a day”, “how do you wear your kneepads off court”, yadayadayada—

the questions didn’t really matter to you at the current moment. what caught your attention, of course, was your lovely boyfriend.

you watched his bright eyes as he excitedly talked to the camera and as they were trained on his teammates while he intently listened to their responses.

the same eyes that light up whenever he sees you, without fail. or the ones that glowed a warm amber when the afternoon sun hits them just right. ones you’ve seen on countless nights as bokuto lies on top of you with his chin softly resting on your chest, as he looks up at your face and his eyes dart over each and every feature on your face in utmost admiration.

and in the video he also smiles—a toothy and hearty smile where it’s so wide that little dimples appear at the sides of his face and some of his bottom teeth peek out from behind his bottom lip. his lips are rosy and full of life, just like him. and only you would know how soft they are, too, and the exact feeling of how they stretch into a content grin against your own lips when you kiss. it’s a smile you could never grow tired of.

everything about him is so charming. he’s adorable. some days you wish you could hide him from the world and keep him and his cuteness all to yourself.

and suddenly the urge just hits you—to hold him and hug him and smother him with affection. to cup his face in your hands and squish his cheeks so you can plant a big kiss on his lips. to nip the tip of his nose just to hopefully incite his laugh that brings music to your ears.

and guess what? you can do exactly that, right at this instant.

completely neglecting your brewing drink and leaving your phone laying flat on the countertop, you shuffle your way back through the apartment to you and bokuto’s shared bedroom.

you peek your head in and see he’s still out cold. the sunlight makes its way through the window blinds to cast shapes on your boyfriends bare chest, exposed by the sheets that he’s shoved down to his lower torso in his sleep.

a ray of light falls on his face, where his eyes are closed, his eyelashes brush against the tops his cheeks, and his mouth hangs open as he sleeps in and snores away.

the black and gray streaks of his hair are rendered messy and tussled as his head sinks into the pillow under it.

the other day you read about the phenomenon of, “cuteness aggression: desires to squeeze, crush, pinch, or even bite an object of our affection. scientists think it is a way we cope with intense positive emotions.”

yup. now you totally get it.

you approach his side of the bed and crawl on top of him, brushing your hands against his chest as you lean down to immediately start peppering his face in kisses. surely he’d wake up, and although you knew the previous night’s practice had taken a lot out of him and he deserved to sleep in for a little longer… the urge. the urge to gather him up in your arms with all the love in the world was simply just too strong.

his eyes not yet open, but his hands now moving to blindly search for your waist, his voice is groggy and rough as he mumbles, “this is an awesome way to start off my day.”

you let up with the face kisses for a moment and fight back a giggle as bokuto blinks one eye awake to get a good look at you first thing as he wakes up, “mornin’ gorgeous.”

too cute. butterflies fly around in your stomach while, firmly but gently, your hands go to hold his head in place as you resume to kiss him all over even more.

“what’s the occasion, baby?” he asks amidst being attacked by your displays of affection, his hands playing with the hem of his shirt on you.

“nothin’, just missed you,” you say between kisses, softly and just barely above a whisper.

“well i’m right here,” he smiles before stretching himself out under you, letting out a small whine as his body comes to before the day properly starts.

as he does this, you tap a finger on his nose and laugh when his face scrunches up in reaction, “kō, you look real cute in the morning, you know that?”

a sound of protest escapes from his throat as his arms wrap around you and he rolls you both over. now he hovers over you, and those pretty eyes gaze down at you. if only you could swim in those eyes and all the love they carry for you, forever.

but bokuto shifts so he can kiss you, and kiss you deep. when you part, you feel your heartbeat is racing and that maybe you don’t need caffeine this morning to wake up after all. not when your boyfriend is bokuto kōtarō, who brings something so inexplicably fulfilling to your life with each day you start waking up to him and his cute bedhead—his cute everything.

“not as much as you are all the time, cutie,” bokuto lazily argues and you lightheartedly roll your eyes with a small scoff.

now it’s his turn to “cope with intense positive emotions”, as you find yourself getting smothered with love—his love—in the messy sheets of your bed at around 9 in the morning.

[primoppang]

hi. hi. here to request. a little seungmin fluff where we are kind of lonely and sad and he reminds us that he’s always there : )

HI HONEY TY FOR BEING MY FIRST EVER REQUEST <3333 ily and seungie so I got u bby ◡̈ mwah ur the best ( ˘ ³˘)♡

warning: swearing is inevitable with me sorry ¯\_(˶′◡‵˶)_/¯, fluff, like gross amounts of it, seungmin says "this is so gay but..." because he cringes at showing affection but refuses to let you forget how he feels about you fr, he's a tsundere ok? ok. he licks your face(?) , one (1) kiss, he joking threatens to fight you, and mentions of self doubt and anxiety, angst if you blink but I think it's mostly fluffy... anyways! lmk if I missed anything!!!

WC: a little under 500 :D

AN: this is the first drabble I've ever done in bullet point format so just pls lmk how it goes??? Im super nervous I hope it's at least an easy read :(

so the first time he realizes that you're feeling lonely he slaps himself internally because how DARE he make you feel that way, but he's not home rn and can't show you physically so he comes up with a Plan™️

you're literally the light of his life

so he just >:(

but not at u

he just wants to make you feel happy and loved and safe

so he starts brainstorming

but he's naturally a menace

so when you're texting with him while he's working and you're being kinda short

because yk

u just feel :(

he just sighs and texts back

"look, please don't feel sad. I know this is pretty fucking gay but I love you."

which makes u giggle

because that's YOUR seungie that YOU know and love so much

<3

BUT whenever he's able to be physically with you and he can just feel your self doubt and anxiety creeping in and trying to swallow you, he once again uses his braincell.

so he just grabs ur hand

and leads u out of ur bed and to the living room

sits u down

and starts running around ur shared apartment grabbing every blanket and pillow that exists within the space

and I mean

E V E R Y. S I N G L E. O N E.

puppy zoomies moment hehe

and don't even think about trying to question him

he'll just say "shut up and wait while I set up a big ass fort for us to cuddle in, ok?? I love you but I wanna make u SEE THAT."

which u smile at

because him telling u to shut up

but then explaining why

and then also watching him move furniture and start building the fort, you tear up with happy tears

because???

:(

he's the sweetest and u love him so much

but when he hears u sniffle

he turns on Extra Puppy Mode™️

pops out from under some blankets and tackles you into the couch and holds your face

wiping ur tears

maybe even licked one because he's a freak and wanted to get a reaction

which u just squealed at bc wtf sir

but then he realizes

oh ur crying because ur so touched by this whole thing that he's doing

!!!

"... you dummy. stop crying... we gotta get snacks and stuff for our super awesome fort yk??? and you won't be able to see if you're cryi—"

you cut him off by giving him a little kiss on his pouty lips

as a silent thank you :(

which he realizes that oops maybe he got too serious and overwhelming

but you reassured him that you're just so glad to have him as your partner and best friend in one :(

"please just remember that I do love you, and I'm always here even if that brain of yours tells you otherwise, ok? or I'll have to fight you... affectionately."

and then he proceeds to smother you in kisses and cuddles :(

[writinghotchner]

pairing: aaron hotchner/reader rating: none - fluff and cuteness, some light swearing -- you're dog sitting your friends dog which leads you to having to take her out in the middle of the night in the freezing cold. aaron warms you up after. (sfw)

when you agreed to watch your friends tiny dog while she went on vacation, you really didn't think things through. one of the things being, that the tiny dog, with a tiny bladder, would more than likely have to go outside at some point in the god forsaken hours of the night.

which usually isn't something that'd bother you. you've battled with insomnia most of your life, so getting up, or actually, being up at the god forsaken hours of the night weren't that unusual for you.

however, it was dead in the middle of winter and the god forsaken hours of the night meant that you'd have to tredge your way through snow to get the tiny dog to a spot where she can safely pee without drowning in a snowbank.

so, now, you're cuddled in bed with your boyfriend, who despite telling him that you were dog sitting still insisted on staying over at your place, is all warm and comfortable when you're suddenly woken up to scratching and tiny whimpering coming from the side of your bed. you crack an eye open, surprised you'd fallen asleep so heavily- which you really only do when aaron stays over- and look down at the tiny dog who's tail is going so fast you worry for a moment that she might helicopter away from you.

you shift away from your boyfriend, who is warm and shirtless and tucked ever so cutely into the side of your body, cursing this tiny ass damn dog.

you all but dangle the upper half of your body over the side of the bed to look directly at the dog. "do you really need to go outside?" you ask her, and she twirls in a tight circle, her mouth open in a pant. "really? because it's the ass crack of dawn and freezing outside."

the dog still spins and yaps a small bark at you and you sigh, flopping back into bed. you hear a small laugh to your side and feel the bed jiggle.

"i will smother you with a pillow, aaron hotchner." is all you say and you watch as he buries his still laughing face into the comforter.

"you wouldn't wanna be a gentleman and take this dog out would you?" you ask, shimmying back under the covers and scooting closer to him. you move the blanket away from his face and kiss his nose. he pops an eye open and looks at you.

"are you going to smother me with a pillow if i don't?" he asks, his words muffled by the blanket still covering the bottom of his face.

you chuckle, moving the fabric away from his face fully. he closes his eyes again and wiggles uncharacteristically into the puffy warm comforter. "no, but i might smother this dog." you deadpan getting out of bed with a very dramatic but playful sigh. the dog nearly trips you in excitement before running full speed to your front door.

aaron laughs at that, but sits up. "i can take her out." he's about to swing the blanket fully off of him when you stop him.

"no, it's okay. i'm already up and it doesn't usually take her long to pee. go back to being a blanket burrito." he cracks a grin at you but doesn't protest.

you turn to leave the bedroom when he calls for you. "honey?"

you pivot on the ball of your foot to look at him. "yes?"

he raises his eyebrows at you. "it's freezing outside and probably snowing again. at least put shoes and a coat on."

you look down at your attire. sleep shorts that are a little too small for you and a tank top. you think for a moment but you can hear the dog frantically pawing at the door and whining. "i'll be quick." is all you say and you're down the hall and out the door.

it's absolutely freezing outside and snowing harder than you anticipated. the once snow-free sidewalk right outside of your apartment building is covered in snow and the patch of grass that's usually on the other side of the sidewalk is also covered in snow. the dog dances on her paws, the cold clearly too much for her little tiny paws, so you pick her up and sprint across the sidewalk into the snow covered grass and begin kicking your bare feet against the white in hopes to make a small patch for her to be able to comfortably pee.

after a few seconds, your foot feels like it's going to freeze and fall off but you manage to see grass and plop the dog down and beg her to hurry. she takes her time, sniffing the small area, even takes a few steps into the snow to follow whatever it is she smells in the air but quickly retreats back to the grass. she circles the spot a few times, still smelling the ground. "if you don't hurry, i swear i'll leave you out here." you cross your arms over your chest and bounce from foot to foot, the cold eating seemingly eating away at the flesh of your feet. you silently curse yourself for not at least sliding on shoes.

after a few seconds, she finally squats and you release a sigh of relief. "oh thank god," you whisper and snatch the dog up after she's done and run back into your building.

your feet are so cold they feel like they're on fire and your fingers feel like they could break off at any given moment but you manage to sprint your way back to your apartment.

once inside, you let the dog down, turn to lock the door behind you and barrel your way through your living room, down the small hallway to your bedroom, and dive bomb the bed.

as quickly as your cold, rigor mortis feeling body can, you shuffle back under the blanket. you can feel your body involuntarily shaking as it tries to heat back up.

aaron pops his head up from his pillow, his hair sticking up and flopping over in a way that'd usually make you laugh but you were too cold to even think about moving your face.

"cold?" he asked, a small grin on his face. you knew the second you went outside without any type of warm attire, he was going to give you shit about it. in your defense, you really didn't think it'd be that cold. and you definitely didn't think it'd be snowing again. the apartment was warm and with the body heat between you and aaron in bed would've made it too warm for you to sleep in pants and an actual shirt, so you opted to sleep in shorts and a tank top.

"freezing," you say and reach your hand out under the covers to find his arm. he actually yelps when you touch his warm skin and yanks his arm away from you. that makes you laugh. your lips feel like they might shatter and break off but it's worth it.

"who's fault is that?" he says, scooting over to put an arm around you waist, which is just as cold as your freezing hand.

he lifts his arm up almost immediately after he touches you, and props himself up on his other elbow to look at you.

"jesus, how cold is it out there? you feel like death."

you sniffle a little, "i'm not sure, but it's snowing pretty heavily."

you watch as he gets out of bed and shuffles his socked feet over to your dresser. "she took her time this time around, god knows why..." your voice trails off as you watch him pull out a pair of black sweat pants and a pair of black socks. "what're you doing?" (as if you didn't already know.)

he makes his way to your side of the bed and he shoves the blanket off your body. he grabs your ankle and yanks you towards him. he leans over you and hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and peels them off your shivering legs. he drops them on the floor, and takes the sweatpants that he got from your dresser and slides them up your legs. you ground your feet on the mattress and pull them up over your hips to help him while he starts putting the socks on your feet. he dramatically flings your legs back where they were and tucks you in.

you watch with a giggling grin on your face as he rounds the bed and crawls back under the covers. you both scoot to meet in the center of the queen size bed and he pulls you into his side. you slide your leg inbetween his and burrow yourself into the side of his body, nuzzling your still cold nose into his neck. "thank you."

he inhales a sharp breath at the sudden cold and chuckles. "next time..." you shove your cold hand over his mouth. "yeah, yeah." he kisses your palm and then turns to kiss your forehead.

"i'll take her out next time," he tells you, quietly, noticing that your eyes have already drifted closed.

you're already starting to de-thaw and melt into his arms but you manage a hum in response. he jostles you and your eyes fly open. he laughs.

"i'm going to bite you." you tell him sleepily. the warmth of the clothes he put on your plus his body heat was lulling you quickly back to sleep.

"don't make promises you can't keep, sweetheart."

you half-heartedly bite his collarbone and he lets out another huff of a laugh. he shifts you so that you're laying directly on top of him, his arms circled tightly around your middle, anchoring you to him. you nuzzle your face fully into his throat and close your eyes, content and warm and so, so sleepy.

you feel his breath even out under you and you're so close to falling back asleep when you hear a yapping bark and scratching at the side of the bed.

you feel aaron flinch and then sigh. you laugh into his throat and he quickly rolls you so that he's on top of you. "what're you laughing at, ice cube?"

he looks over at the side table at the clock. it was barely six am. he looks down at the dog. "there's no way you have to go out again..."

you look over at the clock too and sigh. "it's her breakfast time."

you sigh again, pushing at him to get off of you. "i'll feed her, go back to sleep." he doesn't budge.

"i said i'd get up next time." he rolls off you and swiftly stands up pulling his shirt that was on the floor next to him over his head.

you don't argue, you just bunch the blanket up in your arms and cuddle into it. "okay." he laughs and rolls his eyes as he disappears out of the bedroom, the tiny tapping of the dog following behind him.

you're almost asleep again when you hear him shuffle back in. he crawls back into bed, and pulls the blanket out of your grasp so that he can fully cover himself. you wiggle your way back to his side and nestle into him again.

he pulls you into him, his arms circling your body and lulling his head against the top of yours. "it sure is cold out there in the streets."

you laugh and fling a pillow at his face.

[cookiepie111]

A house is a Home

Synopsis: John decided the best place to make his nest is the readers' house. logically!

John price x black reader

A/n: please like and reblog! Bear price, deer reader. elements of a/b/o? And like the smallest bit of smut like 2 bullet points cause I could not for the life of me write smut. Credits to @ceilidho for her bear price. Not proofread

You loved winter in the countryside, staying with family, sharing nice meals. The sent of pine, the crunch of fresh snow under your feet.

It's different here, too fast-paced, crowded yet some how quite. You don't have big meals anymore or people who will come over. It's too lonely.

Working your living space was the biggest challenge, a cold and empty apartment you found no comfort in.It took some time to make it warm. A place to belong. A real home.

Maybe that's why the constant moving of chairs and table is making something churn in your stomach.

You built this home. To feel some comfort to be safe and warm like back. Friend or not, this was going too far .

He finally stops when the chair is against the cupboard eyes roaming over the chair, no care for the picture or ornaments now on the ground. 'Is he's done now? ' Only he starts going through kitchen cupboard then throwing pillows and blankets where the chair once was.

if a bear decides to build a home here, it's their's now.

Facing danger head-on? Not something you're good at. Running away from danger? Fantastic. That you can do well. Just not that well today. His arms are around you before you know it, pulling you back to the cushioned floor. It almost looks like a ... no..

There's fabric everywhere, it's hard to enjoy the soft furs, wool against your skin when your sinking into it. Can't make out where fabric starts and John ends, his body all over yours, smothering.

"You hadn't put on enough. Can't have the cubs going hungry. " There's drowsiness that carries in his voice, causing them to hang heavy in your ear.

"Gotta. keep you warm"

You know what is. The strange behaviour you brushed off the last few months, food orders to your house, stocking your cupboard, leaving his clothes over.

"John, uh, John wait. This isn't what you think it is ugh - "

His fingers hit the back of your mouth mapping out the flat planes of teeth.

"You got no bite mama bear, can't protect no cubs like this,"

Winter is here, and you're not the only animal who wants to stay close to loved ones in the winter

You suspect he might be a bit annoyed when he wakes up and release that what he tried to breed was not a bear but a deer but no it doesn't bother him only rolls over to hold you tight. You guys can just try again.

Sex with him is lazy and slow

It's always so hard to move after he's done with you, his cock, now soft still deep in you keeping his cum in.

[sunoooism]

> summary : how txt reacts when you dodge their kisses (separately)

› fluff / wc: 2.6k

› warnings : profanity, worrying, self doubt, pranks (obviously), gn!reader

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→ choi yeonjun

petty af.

LIKE EXCUSE YOU⁉️ HOW DARE YOU⁉️

u were just sitting in his lap, scrolling through your phone and using his shoulder as a pillow waiting for the opportune moment.

when he leant down to give you a loving kiss you obviously dodged his lips.

no biggie, he figures. you must have been interested in whatever you were watching, that doesn't bother him.

"can I have a kissy? I didn't mean to get in the way of your phone, promise." pls he's so genuine it hurts.

you're weak for your boyfriend, who wouldn't be, so you're trying with all your might not to crack.

he is flabbergasted when you shake your head and answer with a no.

he knows you love his lips a little too much to be serious.

is confused, so therefore is trying to figure out what ur up to.

when he finally finds out it's a prank.

o h m y g o d.

tortures u 4 the next week.

"Junnie, can I have a kiss? pretty please? :)"

"no."

😦

go along with his game just to piss him off, it's only furthering your original trick.

see who cracks first.

spoiler alert it's him.

→ choi soobin

a tad bit hurt.

you can see his cute little smile drop, and the way he just stares at u. :(((

why would u even do that to him ?

panics a little.

did he make you uncomfortable ? do you not love him anymore ? is his breath smelly ?

you have to try and keep your composure when you see him out of the corner of your eye practically panting into his hand just so he can get a whiff.

even if his breath is completely fine expect to find him scrubbing his teeth and tongue like a maniac.

you'll go looking for him and find the man in question with a toothbrush half way down his throat, save him please.

feel bad and tell him it was a joke rn!! (or else)

he's pouty.

keeps asking for kisses and if you say no-

"you're so mean, after what you put me through? I think I scrubbed off my taste buds !! >:["

except to be trapped in his arms for the rest of the day.

→ choi beomgyu

this guy....

slightly offended and slightly amused, doesn't know which one to fully commit to.

he'll figure out a way to get kisses from you somehow.

the guilt tripping is insane tho.

like.

"I can't believe you don't love me anymore :("

it's all in good spirit tho, he knows u still adore him.

which is why he's now demanding kisses !!

if that doesn't work he'll try to melt u down until you're putty .

the bastard knows his glasses make your knees weak.

if you withstand the all powerful gyu with glasses then he moves onto his deep voice.

um, sorry to say but no one survives that.

he's clingy 4 the rest of the day, it's your fault.

→ kang taehyun

can't be arsed w your bullshit.

the epitome of 😐

knows it's one of your little jokes the moment he hears a hushed giggle.

subtle revenge bordering on yeonjun's pettiness.

no, nevermind. just pettiness.

will deny kisses from you for as long as it takes for you to admit what you did or say sorry.

he might not even stop once you do either of those.

bro's a menace.

It's gotten to the point where you just sneak kisses to his cheek whenever he has his guard down.

he obviously wipes it off tho.

evil.

flash those puppy eyes and his lips r urs again.

→ huening kai

poor bby get's worried he did something wrong :((

panic mode 2

"sweets? are you mad? :(("

gets in his own head a lil bit.

is thinking about everything he did that day in order to deduct how he upset u.

comfort him rn.

he just kind of floats around you for the remainder of the day feeling shitty.

when you ask him what's the matter with an underlying giggle he lies and says nothing.

the immense guilt you feel when you spot him lying on your bed and staring at a plain wall, ignoring his usually overly loved plushies :{

if your heart doesn't get soft who r u.

apologise to this overthinking man.

u r now smothered with kisses and cuddles for the rest of the day, he should have compensation for this outrage !!!

man baby.

©sunoooism

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Hi Lana! I love your work, I have a request on Bill where he would have a s/o with a heart condition where her heart beats faster than ordinary hearts and sometimes gets too fast. (I have this irl and other than the negative sides I want to look on the positive sides)

If you don’t have time it’s fine! 💗💗

(Hello! Thank you for requesting and telling me about your condition! You're amazing and I hope you have a wonderful day! Enjoy!)

Bill Kaulitz x Reader with a Heart-Conditon

He wasn't really familiar with your condition when he first met you

He had heard a bit in news and online about people with conditions like yours but he never really knew anything about it for a while

Until he actually did meet you and learned about your condition

He was actually pretty interested on it and wanted to know more

Especially if there was a way he could help you and make you comfortable

If you go to doctor visits for your condition he is hyping you up about it to make the nerves go away

"you're gonna fucking kill it! But not die!"

This was when you first got to know each other and we're friends, but it remained the same, if not even better, when you guys started dating

You told him about it and he never interrupted you, playing with your hand and asking a little question here and there as you told him about it

He would never want you to feel bad about your condition, especially if you were insecure about it

It's not your fault, and he still loves you the same with or without your condition

He's just glad you're there with him, condition or not

When you need to take a moment for your heart beat to mellow out he's making jokes to help you laugh

For example

"I made your heart beat that fast, huh?"

Just corny shit like that to make you laugh, jokes about your heart beating fast for him because he's just that great

He's an idiot like that

He'll let you take all the time you need, reassuring you it's no bother and hell happily sit and give you company as you take a minute

He'll keep an eye on your watch for your heartbeat and the minute it goes off he's making you sit down

You have no choice anymore because Bill will not let you leave without sitting down

He likes doing breathing exercises with you

Helps him learn a bit and calm down also

He may almost die from no oxygen for a moment buts it's to make you laugh so it's fine

If anyone ever says anything to you, he gets mad

Not anger mad where he'll fight them but like scold them and tell them to shut the fuck up

Like if they go "Really? Right now?" When you need to sit down

He feels like yelling but he'll opt to cussing them out in public, cursing their entire family tree and lead you away to sit down

He'll go from calm and collected with you to almost like a feral child protecting their candy

It's scary sometimes when he actually does yell or get very angry

Few times he did was when paparazzi was flooding you and asking you questions when your heartbeat went up

He had to physically push them away, yell at them and bring you to the car to sit down

He stands up for you when needed and will make sure you never let anyone make you feel bad for your condition

Will not stand for it, babe

At one point he didn't know smoking could harm you a little bit and he did smoke a little bit

When you told him about it he felt so bad, felt like he was harming you

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" While dumping his cigarettes

He will not take the chance of harming you for a cigarette

If you tell him it's okay, just you can't be around it for long or too much

Hell relax a little bit and try his best to not smoke around you

And if he does he'll go outside or when you come he'll put out his cigarette and continue later

He'll get the band not to smoke around you, a few times the were confused why they couldn't because they weren't really educated on it

Before you could explain Bill did it for you

In the form of smothering them and their cigarette with a pillow

"Can't smoke if you can't fucking breath, Tom!"

It's okay, they're brothers, they can kill each other if they want

But if you come into a room and they're smoking Bill will tell them to put it out and do their shit later like he does

When you're nervous and your heartbeat spikes, he will do his best to calm you down

Again with the jokes or just sitting with you

But a few times he made you nervous when you weren't dating and he thought he was actually hurting you

Almost cried and was like

"I'm killing (Name)?! No!"

Literally almost ran out a room when you came it as to not make you nervous

But it got better over time and now when it happens he'll be flirty and again with the heartbeat jokes

But yeah, he'll help you the best he can to get you back to a normal beat!

He loves you no matter what, with or without your condition

He loves you, for you!

[1moremilgram-enjoyer]

Since I'm a very "the curtains are blue for a reason" kinda person, I want to talk about potential symbolism in the couches of Ai Nan Desu Yo and I Love You! Does that sound weird? Maybe it is, but I think it's kinda fun!

CW Suicide, unhealthy relationships

What first caught my eye is that the couch is (mostly) symmetrical, split right down the middle. Well, the pillows are symmetrical, not the... blanket? Yeah, blanket. Because it's symmetrical, it could be seen as a representation of Mahiru's relationship, with each side representing one of the lovers. Notice how it's yellow-orange, which can represent happiness and warmth, which fits.

[Ai Nan Desu Yo] Do you really think you know what love is? If you do, then let's just overheat together

What I then noticed is that the blanket thing is mostly on the left side (I'm using camera view for this post), which could be interpreted as meaning the partner on the left puts more effort into the relationship, 'gives more warmth'. Meaning the partner on the left would be Mahiru, who is implied to be showing way more affection than the boyfriend to the point of being overwhelming. For example, just looking at the size of the pieces of cake they give each other in I Love You.

(Mahiru left, boyfriend right)

And this idea of 'Mahiru to the left, boyfriend to the right' is corroborated because that's how they're shown sitting in I Love You.

... Well, the couch is slightly different. It's more detailed, possibly because I Love You gives a more realistic look at the complexities of their relationship (?), but it does seem like it's a reference, especially since the green pillows are still there.

Although the green pillows are tattered when we see them in the Purple Background Dimension (<- why is this series so hard to talk about). Could this imply they're actually a representation of the lovers? It feels like this makes sense. Pillows are often filled with feathers, which are an important aspect of these two's symbolism (they're both in the bird cage -> they're both birbs). And it also fits with the "calling" scene, sort of.

[Ai Nan Desu Yo] Ring ring, I'm calling you in the middle of the night Forcing you to wake up, and I say "Good Morning!" But I fall asleep before you, I really feel bad you know? We can both feel lonely sometimes, but wonder if you'll get angry soon I'm going to start relying on you if you're kind to me, so please forgive me, thanks!

We see her call her boyfriend while somewhat-tightly hugging the pillow which apparently represents him, and the lyrics imply she's calling at an inconvenient time. Mahiru has a lot of imagery of smothering and suffocating, as her love is too overwhelming for her boyfriend, which vaguely fits the first two images. In this case, she wants to talk to him at all times, which he likely doesn't appreciate, he gets angry with her being overbearing, they do what seems to be one of the "breakup rituals" mentioned in a later line. Still, she longingly holds onto the pillow, before breaking down when it's no longer in her hands. They always come back to each other, because they've probably become dangerously codependent (I think? <- My aromantic ass does not understand romantic relationships)

Does that sorta work? Maybe.

Then there's the scene where Mahiru jumps into the right side of the couch, possibly a representation of invading boundaries (again, overwhelming affection), and sends a bunch of feathers flying. The feathers are in the middle, because again, both the lovers are birds. And this makes sense, since Mahiru's love in a way was also hurting her by making her love someone who could not meet her emotional needs.

[I Love You] My love, it scored an own goal, destroyed my love and me with its weight

(Also, I swear I remember Mahiru hugging a pillow here, but no, she grabs air. Mandela effect, ig)

The final thing to note is that Mahiru is sleeping on the right side of the couch before her boyfriend's suicide in Ai Nan Desu Yo, but she goes to sleep on the left after the suicide in I Love You.

The former again possibly implying Mahiru's unwillingness to separate from her boyfriend, and her tendency to invade his boundaries, is part of what caused him to commit suicide. Meanwhile, the latter makes sense, as Mahiru is alone and thus has to stick to her side of the couch.

(I'm frankly not sure how this would work with the shinju theory, but to be fair Ai Nan Desu Yo's ending as a whole doesn't work perfectly with that theory anyways)

Uh... so it sorta works? If that's the case, we can look at the stuff around the couch to establish some further potential symbolism.

For one, the diamond pattern in the carpet. Diamonds in general represent love and all the aspects of healthy relationships, which doesn't seem like it should make sense until you realize most of Ai Nan shows an idealized version of the relationship, and the carpet isn't present in the more realistic I Love You. Though I have to disclaim I'm talking about diamond the gemstone, because the shape itself (lozenge) represents "a sown field and female fertility" which I don't think is exactly applicable. Mahiru and her boyfriend aren't farmers.

(As far as we know)

The phone could have really been on either side since it just represents communication, so it's probably on the right for the sake of the "calling" scene.

The potted plant on the left is something which needs taking care of to survive, which may represents Mahiru's unfulfilled desire for attention and matching love from her partner.

[Ai Nan Desu Yo] This is a claim of responsibility From the two of us with matching love

The lamp is odd because I can't tell where it's meant to be pointing, but thankfully it makes sense with all three possibilities. Since it's on the right, it may represent how much attention Mahiru is giving her boyfriend. But it seems pointed to the left, so it could represent Mahiru's desire for her boyfriend to pay attention to her. Or maybe it's pointing at the middle, because the video is focusing on the relationship. The beauty of symbolism is that, if something looks a bit odd, you can just make shit up as long as it doesn't contradict any of your other claims!

Anyways, am I onto something or am I going completely insane? Good question! But I wanted to share this so. Take care!

[zombie-entrails]

main/fav aus sexcanons beneath the cut pt. 1

■ doc aleks

-absolute fucking freak. very into blood, asphyxiation, gore, torture, and overall straight up sadomasochism

-will wound fuck you. will use your blood as lube. will finger your wounds. will stab you and thrust the knife in and out sensually. will stab you and twist the knife. w

-loves licking up blood and absolutely adores the taste. if you're being held hostage by him then he'll probably lick your open wounds at some point

-gets easily excited and easily overwhelmed/overstimulated. will get really wound up in the thrill and pleasure of it all and can get really distracted in his own head, will sometimes wind up non-verbal. more likely to get overstimulated when he's bottoming

-extremely noisy. laughs and giggles a lot too he's a little feverish with it. will breathe heavy, shakily exhale, and if you can get him overwhelmed enough, he'll whimper and whine :3

-drools. will spit in your mouth and make you swallow

-likes doing blunt force as well. will straight up beat someone while he's having sex with them, like full force punch them, hit them with objects, etc.

■ doc dante

-also an absolute freak. prefers things more on the aggressive side; likes blunt force abuse, physically fighting for dominance, asphyxiation, etc.

-LOVES weapon play. would use a knife on whoever or hold them at gun point while he fucks them. has definitely pistol whipped someone before mid fuck

-degrades like crazy. will spit in your face and shove your face down to let you know how absolutely worthless you are in the moment. lowkey hates eye contact and will literally smother you with a pillow if it means avoiding it

-free use king. will take you on any surface any time any where. yall are in public? better stay quiet then because a man is going to town!!! (further adds onto the whole making you feel like a toy)

-will usually smoke and or drink while he's getting it. will also put his cigarettes out on whoever he's fucking or force them to take a sip of his drink

-head pusher to the nines. will face fuck you and won't stop until he's finished or when he wants it to the end. hair pulling is an absolute essential

-lowkey? a growler. prefers to be quiet but slight groans, grunts, n growls come out every once in a while. he also bites like a bitch

ok i'll do dt. axel and bh hendrik in a separate post they take some real consideration

[systemadministratorclu]

💗 To give Rourke and Milo cuddles because they both need them!

Today is one of those days where everything sucks. The weather sucks, the public sucks, the news sucks, pretty much everything just fucking SUCKS. You just want it all to go away as you slog through cold rain to get home. Which, for you, is an old (built in the 1800s) two-story house in DC.

You drag yourself inside and go through the routine of putting your stuff away, putting your wet stuff out to dry, and changing out of wet clothes. By now, most people's families would have been smothering them, before they were ready to deal with them. Thankfully, yours isn't like that, you think as you head for the joined living room and kitchen at the back of the house, where you can smell something Cajun cooking.

They aren't related to you by blood, but the four people in this house are your found family. Closer maybe, than some of your blood family. The first one you see is Milo, on the couch, in a gray tank top that is WAY too big for him, as it hangs off his left shoulder, where his star tattoo stands out even against his fair skin (but of course the look is just too preciouson him, like always). He turns around when he hears you enter, his soft chocolate brown eyes sparkling, his face splitting into a smile and despite the steaming Dumpster of shit that has been your day, you can't help but smile back. He's just so cute and sweet and looks so happy to see you.

"She's home!" He calls toward the kitchen, where another male voice answers.

"Perfect timing, I just finished dinner." Milo's husband Lyle Rourke steps into view, wearing comfortable pants, socks, and a similar shirt to Milo except his tank top fits him perfectly (you realize at this point Milo is wearing one of Rourke's shirts, and that's why it's so big on him.....but still so cute), with a tray of five steaming bowls of something that smells like culinary nirvana. He sets it down, gives Milo a little kiss (making Milo blush a little), and goes to yell up the stairs.

"She's home, and the food's done!" He then brings you over to the couch, where Milo (also wearing his own loose, comfortable pants and a pair of socks) moves out of your spot in the middle (he warmed it up for you, damn he's so thoughtful). As you sit down, the other two come in.

"We got plenty of extra blankets." Helga Sinclair says as she enters with said blankets, in her own loungewear, just like the person following her.

"And pillows!" adds Lilia, her daughter.

"Milo said he had a feeling today was a bad day," Helga explains, "and when we smelled Rourke's 'Today Fucking Sucks' soup cooking, we knew to grab blankets and pillows for Emergency Movie Night."

"Looks like I was right." Milo says as the blankets and pillows are spread among the five of you, Lilia on one side of you, Milo on the other, while Rourke grabs drinks for everyone and, after asking which one, Helga starts a movie (Stargate) on the huge TV you're watching. She then turns off the lights and shuts the curtains, turning the room into a mini movie theater. She and Rourke then join the three of you under the blankets, one of which is wrapped around you, and everyone takes a steaming bowl of Rourke's soup. Not surprisingly, it tastes amazing, and it sends a wave of warmth rushing through you as the movie starts.

At some point, you all finish and there are five empty bowls. Rourke pauses the movie so he can go wash off the dishes, and while he does, Milo looks at you again.

"Guess I was right about the bad day." He says softly. You nod slowly and start to tell him, but stop when he just hugs you.

"It's okay," he says, "You don't have to explain."

"Yeah, we're here. We gotcha." Lilia ads, before she too is hugging you from the other side.

"We've always got you. Whatever you need." Helga joins in, her arms around her actual daughter and you who are like a daughter to her.

"That's what we're here for," Rourke finishes as he returns, shifting Milo to sit in his lap as he wraps powerfully muscled arms around you all, "That's what we do. We love ya, Tiny." The others voice their agreement.

And you know it's true. You can feel it in each set of arms around you, each with their own special sort of strength and warmth. You can hear it in each voice, as they seem to already know exactly what you need to hear. You can see it in how they look at you and the things they do for you. You can taste it in the meal you just ate, which you know is a recipe they all came up with together but Rourke makes because he's the best cook. You can smell it in the mix of four familiar scents that combine into something you can only describe as Home. And you can Feel it inside, in your heart, filling up all of you and driving out the awfulness of the day. And at last, even as Rourke resumes the movie, even as a German shepherd and what looks like a giant mutant lizard slip in through the pet door and curl up at your feet, even as you settle in to lose yourself in the movie, you smile. A real big smile, and you utter the words "You guys are the best. I love you too."

And despite the day, being here in this moment with the people you love and who love you, you know that you are not weak, you are not a disappointment, and you are not alone. No matter what, you're gonna be okay.

//Lilia belongs to @thetinyadventurer i hope you don't mind me using her.//

[luveline]

A roan drabble where she asks to sleep with reader and Eddie even though she’s been sleeping in her own bed for months now ❤️

I hope it's still okay! dad!eddie x sort of step mom!reader ♡ 3.5k

Eddie watches his daughter out of the corner of his eye. She's sitting in the armchair next to your vanity like a tiny queen, head back in your pillow from the bed and wrapped up warm in thick fleece pyjamas. Half her clothes or more are pyjamas at this point.

You're standing at the top of the bed shaking out a new fitted sheet. It's a purple so light it's almost white, and you'd got it today for next to nothing. You keep the bedsheets, the whole room even, pretty neutral, worried he won't like your more feminine covers, but when you'd seen the bedspread set today at the store Eddie couldn't care less how girly it was, he wanted you to have it just to see you smile when you're lying in it. 

"Take a corner, handsome," you prompt, not irritated, exactly, but eager to be done. 

Eddie grabs the bottom corners and you take the top ones, the two of you working to tuck it over the mattress without one or the other pinging off. 

Roan slides off of the chair and runs to Eddie's side to help. 

"Thanks, babe." He gives her hair a stroke. 

"Take the corner, dad!" 

Eddie zips his mouth shut and does as he's told. Together, the three of you make the bed, and when the sheets are taut and almost too pristine he grabs Roan up in his arms, impossibly heavy but still easy enough to carry, and throws her into the middle of the bed. Raucous giggles erupt from her, the kind that are instantly infectious, practically sticky with joy. Kids love when you throw them at things. 

"Again!" she demands, standing up with her arms held high. 

Eddie waves with both hands for her to run into his arms. He picks her up, spins her around, and throws her aggressively into the cushion of your fancy mattress. She actually bounces, screaming with joy at the ricochet of her body. 

You watch in horror. 

"What?" Eddie laughs. "She's fine!" 

"I can't believe she enjoys that." 

"Why? Come here."

"No." You stand very still. Eddie takes a small step toward you. "Eddie, no. Stay away from me." 

"I won't pick you up," he says, maybe lying, maybe not.

You step back. You're in an old sleep shirt but a new pair of pyjama trousers. He insisted on them to lengthen the luxuriousness of your new sheets, and you look so pretty that he almost feels bad when he grabs you, pushing you back into the bed next to Roan, his girl still giggling lazily. When you shriek, she laughs all over again. 

"Roan," you beg, trying not to laugh, "Ro, please, baby, don't let him push me around." 

"It's fun," she tells you. 

"Because you're little! I'm big, I'm not as floppy as you are, I'm full of old bones, princess, please." 

You stare at her pleadingly. Roan, still laughing, the tiny white flash of her baby teeth peeking out as she smiles huge, takes pity on you despite how much fun she's having and climbs on top of your chest, her arms wrapping around your head protectively. 

"Stay away, dad," she warns. 

You're smothered by her neck pressed to your mouth and nose. You turn your face to suck in a breath, brushing the lengthening curtain of her dark hair from your face so you can keep an eye on your awful boyfriend. He has his arms crossed.

He reminds you of the very first time you'd met him. He'd been carrying Roan back to a car, one arm full of her, the other clutching a paper bag that wasn't meant to be. Roan had been so small, so much younger, and she hadn't been speaking very much but she had been screaming, wailing at the top of her lungs. She'd hit herself in the eye, you remember, watching from afar with a sad frown. Eddie looked depressed, worried for her and agitated as parents tend to be, and Roan had been overwhelmed. You'd seen them a bunch of times before at that very same store — you'd meant to go up to him more than once and ask for his number. Not because you're especially brave, or because he seemed even slightly interested, but because he was maddeningly attractive. In a less hectic instance, he'd been dressed in Sunday best and Roan had been wearing the same, you still remember the cornflower blue dress and matching shiny shoes, and his sweetness had marked the beginning of something big. The beginning of all of this. 

Flowers? Roan had said, her voice young, clumsy.

What about flowers, sweetheart? Eddie asked. 

Flowers… 

Eddie leaned against the handlebars of the shopping cart she was sitting in, his face close to hers, and said super gently, Do you wanna go look at the flowers? 

Roan nodded hurriedly, like she was worried Eddie might change his mind, and Eddie, your love, had put down the pasta jars he'd been looking between to push her back to the front of the store with all of the bouquets. He'd walked past you, and as he did, he said to Ro, I'm not getting you two bouquets again. One is enough, bubby. You understand?

That image of him buying his daughter two different bouquets because she asked for them, that's what got you most. You know, besides his pretty face. 

"What are you thinking about?" Roan whispers. 

"How did you know I was thinking?" 

"You look like you need to burp." 

"Oh, my god," Eddie says, feigned sternness faded and replaced with a sheepish delight. "Roan, I hope you don't say burp in school." 

"No, dad, I don't say burped." Eddie nods. "I just burp." 

Eddie covers his face with his hands and pretends to be in agonising pain. It should be a horrific watch, but his melodrama pays off and Roan laughs so much she forgets she's hiding you from her dad, jumping off of the bed to crowd his legs. 

"She has no manners," he whines. 

"She's just a baby," you deny. "Babies don't have manners." 

"She is not a baby! She's my baby, but she's old enough to not burp in front of people," he cries, looking down at her with wide eyes. "They're gonna say I dragged you up." 

"I like when you drag me up," she says firmly. 

Eddie leans down to put his hands under her armpits and drags her up the length of his chest obligingly, positioning her on the curve of his hip. She helps brush the hair out of his eyes, and he closes them, tilting his head back, pale face to the bedroom light. 

"Thanks," he murmurs. 

"Yeah. You're very handsome, daddy." 

Roan is one of those kids who absolutely reflects what she's given, as the majority of them tend to be. You pour love in, love comes right back out. 

When she was younger and she could talk but didn't very often, and you'd been bright shiny new in their lives, the total object of Roan's affection, you'd been crying about something you don't remember now and Roan had climbed into your lap and said, "It's okay, sweetheart." It showed not only how beautifully sensitive she was and would continue to be, but how patient Eddie is with her. How loving. He's comforted her through innumerable mood swings, tantrums, inexplicable showings off, so gently and so often that his loving placating seeped into her, and when she'd seen you upset, she didn't hesitate. She's a total sponge. 

It's invaluable, and it also means she hears Eddie say crass words or hears him flat out burp without apology and does the same. What's the opposite of a silver lining? 

Eddie squints at her, her compliment warming his heart no doubt. "Thank you, Ro. You're very handsome too. You're beautiful, capital B." 

"Thank you," she says distractedly, more focused on brushing his hair with her fingers than the conversation. 

You yawn and stretch before standing to finish making the bed. Eddie and Roan fall into conversation, murmurings about hair and hair brushes, coconut milk conditioner and no tears shampoo. They move onto midnight snack options as you shake out the quilt, in their own world. You don't mind making the bed up by yourself. You might if it were solely up to you, but it's Eddie who usually does it, and besides, you don't often weigh up who does what. Eddie's good at keeping it equal. Actually, he's awful at keeping it equal, but the brunt of it never falls to you. His lingering worry about burdening you with things has been a past point of contention, though those conversations are nearly always built around love at the core. You want to do more, you always have, and these days Eddie lets you. 

Like taking care of Roan. Things progressed naturally. Eddie's always been the primary caregiver and he likely always will be, you'd never resent or refuse that, though again, you love Ro so much you'd do just about anything for her. You love Eddie the same way. So when they moved into your home —'your' as a collective, the three of you plus Lucky the fish— things did change. You started doing more for both of them. And that's how you want it to be. 

You change the covers while they have their little lovefest, Eddie leaning against the dresser and Roan leaning against him. You can't be jealous. He watches you beeline for the living room every day after work; you get home and you and Roan are thereafter engaged in a cuddle session. A tradition that started with quick hugs or cheek kisses with permission and slowly morphed as you became closer into endless affection while he makes dinner. He never complains more than the occasional unserious whine. You guys don't love me as the puppy dog eyes go wild. 

You're setting the pillows back on the bed in new cases when Eddie pulls himself out of their playful teasing. "Thank you, babe." 

"Of course. How does it look? Good?" you ask, straightening the comforter. 

"It looks great," he agrees. "How's that, Ro? It's almost like yours now, we're going lilac too." 

"Mine are sparkly," she says. 

"You mean shiny?" 

She nods, reaching out toward the bed with both arms. Eddie puts her down at the end and her head flops back into the sheets. She lets out a huff. 

"This is nice." 

"Yeah?" you ask. "We can get you some if you want." 

"Maybe…" She looks between you and Eddie. "Is it time to brush our teeth now?" 

"Did you say you were hungry?" 

She nods hesitantly. 

"Well, maybe we can go have something to eat first. I don't want you sleeping with a rumbly tummy," Eddie says, wriggling his fingers at her in a common gesture for take my hand. 

"But this is so comfy," she says. Comfy sounds best of all in her little voice. It's a new word for her, and it's chewed over slowly. 

"You can come back." 

"Can I?" she asks. 

Eddie shrugs. "Why not?" 

"Oh my god!" she shouts, sliding off the end of the bed and collapsing into a heap at the foot of it. You step in to help her up, and she's quickly out of your arms and running down the stairs. 

"Ro!" Eddie calls. "No running down the stairs, baby, please!" 

Her footsteps noticeably slow. 

You raise an eyebrow at Eddie. "I think what you think you just said is different to what Roan thinks you just said." 

"Gee, thanks, Gollum." 

"Isn't that the gremlin guy?" you ask, genuinely hurt for a second. 

"No! No, he tells riddles, babe. 'Cause you're speaking in tongues and I don't know what you're trying to say I said." He scratches a hand through his limp hair, t-shirt sliding up to expose a slice of his stomach. "What did I say?" 

"I think," you begin, intertwining your fingers with his free hand, the two of you starting out of your room and down the stairs to find Roan before she makes a mess, "that she thinks she just got invited to a sleepover." 

Eddie pauses one step below you. "Really?" 

"I think so." 

He keeps on down, your hands swinging lightly. "Oh, whoops. It's Saturday, so I guess it doesn't matter. Do you mind?" 

"I don't mind, but she can't sleep on me all night, my chest is still sore." You had the flu recently, and it aches when you breathe in too deeply. 

"Deal, baby… how sore?" 

You wave a hand at him, pulling apart as you enter the kitchen. "Fine, just not fine for her to lean on me for eight hours." 

"She can sleep by me." 

By the time Roan and Eddie moved in, Roan was already sleeping in her own bed most nights, and even more when you started dating Eddie. But that doesn't mean she doesn't worm her way in. When you weren't at the trailer Eddie never minded having her with him (at least, when it wasn't too hot), and when you were she'd sometimes spend the night anyways despite a lack of room, citing monsters of nightmares or bad tummies. The best ones were her big pleading eyes accompanied by, "I miss you guys." Worked every time. 

Since moving in, she's spent the large majority of time in her own bed. She's getting bigger all the time, and it's just how things are. Co-sleeping ends eventually. 

Not quite yet, though. Roan still tries her luck, and most of the time you nor Eddie mind if she slips in. She insists on sleeping in the middle, usually, curled into Eddie's waist with a hand in your hand, or lying basically on top of you as Eddie sandwiches you both in his arms. 

But again, it's been happening less and less. If Roan wants to sleep in your bed tonight, you don't mind. It might be nice. You don't have to wonder if she's sleeping soundly, or if she's sitting there stiffened to silence by the creaking bathroom window echoing down the hall. 

Eddie makes Roan a sandwich and cuts it into wonky stars. She scarfs them fast and says thank you five times in a row, slamming her way back up the stairs before you've had time to sit down. Eddie smiles at you fondly. 

"She's so excited," he says, scraping her crusts into the trash. "It makes me feel bad. Wonder why we don't have her all the time." 

"'Cause she kicks in her sleep. And… you know, you don't want her to know you're the little spoon so often." 

"And she wiggles." 

You sigh. She wiggles.

While Roan's upstairs, you sidle into Eddie's arms for a last proper kiss. It's not very deep and you don't need it to be, just firm, the kind of kiss that speaks for itself. He holds your shoulders still so he can plant a couple of quick pecks atop of it. 

"Love you," you say. 

"I love you too," he says. He closes one eye to squint at you with the other, his nose wrinkling up. "I love you. You look beautiful right now, your nose." 

"My nose?" you ask. 

Random but not unusual for him, Eddie furthers his compliment easily. "It looks cute." He leans in slowly to avoid startling you and kisses the tip of it. 

You have such a crush on me, Munson, you'd usually joke, but for today you take the compliment and the kiss in stride. 

"It's an okay nose." 

"It's a great nose. And so kissable!" 

You smile. You're used to his kindness, his sweetness, his affection, but you'll never be able to understand what you did to deserve him. Everyone deserves to be loved like this, and you're the one who was lucky enough to actually have him. 

"Love you," you say again. 

"I know. Trust me, baby, I know." He returns your lovesick smile. 

"Guys, I think I dropped my toothbrush in the toilet!" 

You're both startled. Eddie walks into the hallway, head turned upward as he shouts back, "You think or you know?" 

A small, defeated grumble. "It's in the toilet, dad." 

—

Eddie wakes up early, entirely by accident. The weekend is sacred in that the only thing he asks for is some quiet in the mornings to sleep in. He turns his head to look at the time on his alarm clock. 9.47AM. Not bad. 

Your whispering woke him up. 

Against his back, curled away from you both, he can feel Roan's smaller body. She worked her way in between just as he thought she would. 

"When dad wakes up," you whisper, and Eddie thinks it's important to distinguish dad from your dad. There's something more intimate about it, he doesn't know what. "We'll let him have a shower and then I'll convince him that we need to go get pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream. And then we'll go see a movie, maybe, if they have one in the Hawk, or we could go to the movie store." 

"Really?" Roan asks, awed. 

"Yeah, baby, of course. Does that sound fun or what?" 

"Yeah, that sounds super fun… but I have to go see Uncle Wayne, too, 'cause he– he said he'd make me, um, the good hotdogs." 

"Yeah? Did he say what time?" 

"Dinner." 

"We have a big long day then," you say. He can hear your smile. "Breakfast, movie, Uncle Wayne's for dinner." 

He doesn't need to see you to know how you're laying. You'll be on your back, Roan's head on your shoulders, a hand he can feel occasionally bumping his arm each time you stroke her hair back. Sometimes, you pull your legs up, knees together. It reminds him of how young you both are. He's at the very start of his late 20s and having Roan has made him feel both younger and more naive than he ever thought he could, and it has also made him feel very, very old. He thinks this might be one of the younger moments. We're only getting started. 

"Okay. Will you help me get ready now?" 

You laugh, the bed shifting under him as you move around. Eddie doesn't turn, too tired and too content to listen to your conversation. He thinks about getting up as he hears you both leave. That was a lot of things to do and if you want to do them all he really should move. He falls back asleep before he can manage it. 

The second time he wakes, you're sitting at his hip, hand resting on his collar. 

"Hello, handsome," you say. He recognises the feeling of your thumb against his neck, petting him softly. "You wanna go get some breakfast?" 

His eyes are bleary with sleep, but you're still the prettiest thing he's ever seen. The more he knows you, the worse it gets. "You look so nice," he says, his tongue like lead in his mouth. 

"Just put a little bit of make up on. I looked tired." 

"What time is it?" 

"It's almost eleven." 

He struggles up into a sitting position. He gets a proper look at you and forgets all his aches and pains, your face and your arms and your pretty clothes at the very forefront of his thoughts immediately. He grabs your hand to make sure you're real. 

"You look so pretty," he says. 

"You're so lovely," you say back, tilting your head toward your shoulder. You're breaking his heart, looking like that. 

Roan pushes open the door. 

"Look, dad! We match!" 

And there Roan is, in a shirt and skirt with the same colours. His heart breaks all over again. His girls.

"You do," he says, nearly speechless. "You look beautiful, look at your hair!" 

You've twisted half of it up in two small ponytails at the back of her head so her face is clearly displayed. 

"Thank you. Now get up! We're gonna get waffles." 

"Oh, are we?" he asks, flopping backwards into the pillows again. "I'll get up." He lifts his head enough to show you both his serious face. "But you both have to give me a cuddle first. You know, as payment." 

"Payment for what?" you murmur, though you lean in anyway, unafraid of rumpling your nice clothes. 

He closes his eyes, feeling Roan's weight settle against his arm. 

He'll steal as many minutes as you'll both give him, and then he'll go get dressed. Today's gonna be a long day. Good, but long. 

—

more eddie and roan !! please reblog if you enjoyed!!♡

sorry for any typos, I will edit later tonight ♡♡♡♡

[maladaptive-day-dreams]

it's been a good while so...more robin thoughts it isss! anyway thinking of sleeping over at robin's place. you have a great time and all. that's until you wake up in the middle of the night, panties most definitely soaked from a very vivid dream.

and as if that's not bad enough, robin's thigh is shoved between your legs in all the right ways. of course you know you should just go back to bed, but when you rub against her in the process of turning away, you can't help yourself anymore. so when robin wakes up to the sound of your moans and the creaking of the bed, she also feels your bare cunt against her thigh...

yep i'll leave the rest to your imagination! have a nice day <333

the robin brainrot is still in full force so ty for this

nsfw under the cut👀 just gonna be a short lil guy tho <- that was a lie i didn't know i would say tonight

robin x fem!reader (obvs), 1.1k words (thigh riding (one party is asleep), praise, fluff at the end)

Your movie night at Robin's ended with the two of you asleep in her bed, in a casual way. You had moved there after the movie ended because you didn't want to leave and Robin didn't want you to either, so instead you both got comfy on robins bed and talked for an hour, maybe two. Before long the two of you were out.

Now, though, you're awake. And the dream you just left is still running circles in your mind like Robin's tongue that was running circles around your clit—but that was the dream.

Your skin is flushed and hot and you move to pull your shirt back over your stomach where it rode up, but then your hand wanders down further and moves slowly over your clothed pussy and you can feel your wetness through your short shorts. When you start to pull your hand back you feel someone else's skin.

Robin's thigh is resting atop yours, her calf laying between your legs.

You turn your head towards her, and take in the softness that sleep has put on her face. She looks so sweet and calm, you want to kiss her but know you shouldn't. Just like you know you shouldn't want to ride her thigh, the weight of it heavy on your own.

You shouldn't want this. Shouldn't want to risk her waking up and being angry, telling you off for using her and never talking to you again. But would she do that? Would she breakup your friendship? Or did the passing glances and the soft touches to your hand, knee, wrist, neck, skin, mean something more.

You need her. In any way you can have her at this point. Your pining had taken away too much time, too many thoughts about what chapstick her lips would taste like, how soft her hands would feel, what her pussy would taste like.

So instead of waiting until she asks or you do, you're shuffling as quietly as you can and shimmying your shorts and panties down and your legs.

All thoughts of "this is wrong," "what if she wakes up," "what if she get's mad," are thrown out the window as soon as you lay on your side and your bare cunt presses onto her thigh. A moan threatens to leave you at the feeling of her warm soft skin agains your wet pussy but you smother it into your pillow.

You keep your face turned into your pillow as you slowly rock your hips and try your best to keep quiet. The need in your belly grows with each shift of your hips and drag of your cunt on Robin's bare thigh, so you move faster.

The slight creak of the bed and the soft moans you let go go unnoticed by you. But not by your bedmate.

Robin wakes up slowly, she heard a noise that sounded like you needed help and is greeted with the most perfect sight—your face turned up in pleasure, eyes screwed shut and mouth open in a silent plea for more.

And then see hears it, the creaking of the bed, the soft, breathy moans leaving your pretty lips—moans of her name.

"Robin, yes, ah."

She feels it before she hears it, but the wet squelch of your warm cunt on her thigh brings a smiles to her lips. She shifts her leg to put more pressure on your pussy as you rut up against her and your eyes shoot open in worry.

"Robin, I-"

"Keep going," she smiles sweetly. "Go on, use me like you need to."

"Are you-?"

"Please baby, wanna make you feel good. Use me to make you feel good ok, angel?"

You nod and resume your pace on her thigh, your eyes searching her face for anger and finding none.

"Good girl, you're doing so good taking what you need."

You whimper and her hand reaches out to cup your cheek hesitantly. Turning your head slightly, you nuzzle into her outstretched hand and kiss her palm.

"Can I kiss you?" you ask in a haze.

"Do you want that? Will that help you?"

"Mhm, yeah," you whimper at a particularly good circle of your hips.

"Ok, c'mere."

You shift your head closer to Robin's and lean your head up. Your eyes are closed as you continue to grind on her thigh, coil in your belly tightening with every rub of your cunt on her.

The kiss is soft at first, like Robin is testing the waters, seeing if this is something you actually want. But when she notices you chase her lips with yours as she pulls away, she knows you want this as much as her and she kisses you deeper the second time.

It's a lot. Your bare cunt on her naked thigh, her lips on yours, her teeth nipping at your bottom lip, her tongue in your mouth. The sensations are too much all at once and it has your head reeling and your pussy clenching around nothing.

"Mm, ah," you moan, braking away from Robin's lips. She moves her kisses to your jaw and neck, kissing and licking and biting. " 'm gonna cum," you whine, your legs starting to shake.

"Yeah?" Robin asks breathily. "Go ahead, soak my thigh baby, be my good girl and cum ok?"

She swallows your moans with her mouth as your cunt contracts around nothing and your release soaks her thigh and comforter. She keeps her leg pressed against you as you ride your high. Letting your lips free of hers she kisses your forehead softly and praises you.

"My sweet girl, my sweet y/n. You did so good."

" 'm sorry," you whisper, eyes downturned. "I get it if you don't wanna see me again, I shouldn't have-"

"Don't be sorry," Robin says, lifting your chin so you can look at her. "Can't tell you how long I've been wanting to tell you how I feel. How long I've been wanted to help you feel good."

"Yeah?" you question, voice laced with surprise.

"I wasn't sure if you were queer," she laughs. "I didn't want to risk our friendship, you mean too much to me."

"Well," you chuckle. "Now you know."

"Yeah," she laughs with you. "Now I do."

Theres a pause, the two of you looking at each other for a moment before your eyes flit to her lips and you ask, "can I kiss you again?"

Robin smiles and nods and lets you take the lead this time. It's short and sweet and laced with unsaid feelings and then Robin is pulling away.

"We're a lil'...messy," she chuckles while your cheeks turn red. "Wanna hop in the shower? I'll stick the comforter in the wash and then I can come join you?"

"Yeah," you smile at her. "That sounds good."