#two seconds from laying on the floor how does this still hit me so hard

[bilestat]

listening to the iwtv soundtrack for the first time in a couple weeks and having a super normal time

[illusioninfnty]

The Sea's Delight

જ⁀➴ Mermaid & Pirate : Day 25

feat. Rhaenyra Targaryen ᯓ★ Rhaenyra is the most fearsome pirate on the seas...and the most glorious lover in the bedroom.

warnings! : NSFW 18+, top!Rhaenyra, cunnilingus, fingering, praise, Rhaenyra got that strap, penetrative sex with dildo, semi-public sex

ᯓ★ kinktober m.list || read on ao3

“Nyra, we can’t keep doing—ohh,” your protests escape you as the pirate captain licks on your cunt mercilessly.

“Says you.” Her voice is rough and gravely as she talks, muffled against your pussy lips. The vibrations against your most sensitive area sends waves of arousal through your system. Captain Rhaenyra was as calm as ever, and her charm was no doubt what enraptured you in her web.

A moan leaves your lips as you arch your back up, desperate for more of her mouth. “Your crew is bound to find out. What will they think, seeing you slobbering over a mermaid’s cunt?”

Rhaenyra glides one of her hands over your tail, her calloused hand caressing the iridescent scales that glow in the moonlight as the two do you lay atop the deck. “Let them. Maybe they’ll learn how to finally pleasure a cunt like this properly.”

You sigh hopelessly, knowing you’ll never get through to her. 

Pirate Captain Rhaenyra Targaryen was fearsome on the seas, one of the few female captains who gained some respect in her travels. She was so well revered that even you had heard of her, whispers from other mermaids and mermen in your village of the lady pirate who actually respected your kind.

Those rumors led to how you met her. The idea of a lady pirate attracted you, knowing there was a strong woman amongst the filthy, disgusting men that love to leer at and prey upon mermaids. It’s what finally encouraged you to show yourself to the surface, something that mermaids were not all too privy to do given the attitude of the pirates that traveled the seas.

You’re brought out of your thoughts as Rhaenyra slides two fingers into your cunt, the sensation causing you to gasp as your attention is back on your lover.

“What’s on your mind, love?” she asks in a murmur, her curled fingers hitting deep inside of you. “Keep your eyes on me.”

“Thinking about when we first met,” you answer, “when you fucked me in your quarters.”

Contrary to popular belief, mermaids were able to go without water for up to a full day. Rhaenyra tested this out with you by carrying you to her room and fucking you there through the whole night.

Her eyes look up to meet yours as she sucks on your clit. “Want me to pull it out for you, baby?”

Your eyes practically roll into the back of your head imagining the pleasure that was about to come. Rhaenyra was talented on the seas but in the bedroom, too.

“You know, I’ll never say no to that.” Your tail flicks in excitement, a mild thump heard on the wooden floors.

Rheanyra gives you a toothy smile as she picks you up easily, one hand around your shoulders and the other around your tail. The muscles in her arms flex as she does so, easily seen in the tight white undershirt she’s wearing, and you hide your face in her neck to conceal the heat that rises to your cheeks.

“My tongue was in your cunt mere seconds ago yet you still blush at the smallest things.” You can hear the amusement in her voice as a small chuckle leaves her lips.

You huff. “Let’s go already.” You flick your tail to hit her side gently. “In case you didn’t notice, I haven’t cum yet. Don’t want to leave me unsatisfied, do you?”

She hums assuredly. “Never.”

Rhaenyra isn’t quiet when she slams the door open wide to her quarters, slamming against the wall. You cringe at the noise, which is guaranteed to wake her crew members up.

Well if that doesn’t wake them, your screams sure will. 

She drops you on her bed, your back hitting the soft, plush mattress. For a pirate, she sure loves her comfort. It was a major plus for you.

Rhaenyra crawls on top of you, bending over and kissing you so hard it nearly takes your breath away. Breathing without your gils always feels strange, and you can feel them flutter as Rhaenyra’s captivating kiss replaces your source of air.

You preen as her soft lips cover your own, the two of you moving your lips in sync with one another. The kiss soon becomes sloppy, both of you becoming more feverish, and Rhaenyra’s tongue slips into your mouth, sucking on your tongue and swallowing up your moans.

A thin line of saliva connects the two of you as Rhaenyra eventually pulls away, chuckling as you whine and buck yourself up into her, chasing after her lips.

You stare up at your lover, her flushed cheeks and swollen lips making you swoon. Only you had the privilege of seeing this vulnerable side of the fearsome Captain Rhaenyra, and you would drink up every moment of it you got.

The weight of Rhaenyra leaves you as she moves off the bed, lowering herself to fetch a chest underneath it—her collection of the toys you used together. Given that you were the first mermaid she’s been with and her your first human, it made sense for the two of you to experiment during your midnight romps. 

“I want to try the ribbed one tonight.” You say. You hear Rhaenyra pause with her search. “The biggest one,” you add.

“Think you can take it?” She asks, a smirk adorning her features as she looks up at you.

You smirk back, matching her own. “I don’t know, but I do know that you can make me.”

A deep chuckle leaves her lips as the rustling continues. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the minute, your tail fins fluttering in anticipation.

Rhaenyra emerges in front of you with the strap on, already fastening to her body. The large piece suits her, you think, and you can’t help but shy away from her when that thought festers.

“Don’t hide from me now, love.” Rhaenyra holds your chin between her thumb and forefinger, turning your head to meet her gaze. “I haven’t even stuck my cock in you yet.”

“D-don’t word it like that!” You playfully slap at her forearm in a hushed whisper. “Gods, you’re so embarrassing sometimes.”

“You wouldn’t have me any other way.” She presses a kiss to your cheek and aligns the dildo with your dripping slit. “Ready?”

You nod wordlessly, and a gasp leaves you as the head enters you. Your back arches as Rhaenyra slowly inches her way into you.

“So good,” you murmur into her neck, wrapping your arms around her broad back.

“Yeah?” She begins to kiss your jaw, moving down to your neck, and you shudder. “You like being stretched open?”

“Y-yes!” You answer breathlessly, gasping as Rhaenyra begins to stroke your tail.

“My pretty mermaid, laid out just for me to see.” Her hands brush over your scales as her eyes gaze upon your tail.

“All the other pirates wish they could have such a pretty mermaid with them. To look at, to kiss—” she thrusts the entire length of the dildo into you at once, and your back arches into her, your breasts pressing into her own. “—to fuck.”

Her words are all jumbled in your head as the pleasure takes over. Your nails claw into her back, the sensation of her thrusts and the strokes against your tail combining in a way that makes your brain practically melt.

“Let those pretty moans out. Sing for me, love.”

“Uh, uh!” Your moans are loud and unabashed, and Rhaenrya thinks that she could get lost in the sounds you make. She was never one to be gullible enough to be entranced by the sounds of mermaid’s voices while out at sea like other pirates were, but now she knows it was just because no other voice could compare to your own.

Drool drips out the side of your mouth and she takes a swipe at it with her thumb, bringing it to her lips.

“Well aren’t you being such a good girl for me?” The squelch of the dildo thrusting in and out of you permeates through the air, only second to the sounds of the moans tumbling out of you.

“Y-yes! Please, more!”

Rhaenyra happily complies, pounding even harder and faster than before. The ribbing on the dildo hits your walls so nicely, and the stretch of the girth is so wide that it feels like it’s practically changing the shape of you.

Both you and Rhaenyra moan in sync. “Cum for me,” she whispers in your ear, and the tickle of her breath sends shockwaves down your system as your orgasm hits you. Your tail beats against her as your body twitches with your release, grabbing onto her as if she was your life line. 

Tears bead in the corners of your eyes and Rhaenyra kisses them away. She shutters as her own release hits her, her movements inside of you halting. You moan as the dildo leaves you, the odd sensation of emptiness falling upon you.

Rhaenyra runs a hand up and down your side in a soothing manner as you come down from your peak. “Think they heard me? you joke with her.

The sounds of grouchy men’s voices echo from above you, on the ship’s deck.

Rhaenyra smirks and kisses your cheek. “I hope so. Then they’ll know not to fuck with you lest they face my wrath.”

[junislqve]

⟡ stay in my memories

when you had finally started to accept your past, it comes back to haunt you

pairs ex!jake + reader content angst kissing jake being toxic wordcount 1404 — find my other works

note ending is highkey rushed and was supposed to be happy, but this is self indulgent, so! i also listened to memories an ungodly amount while writing this

YOU HUFFED AS YOUR DOORBELL RANG FOR THE SECOND TIME. it was 11pm. a few minutes ago, your friend had just left after picking up her cat from the week-long vacation she had with her boyfriend. you had sensed she’d forgotten something.

when it rang once more, you begrudgingly stood up dragging your legs to the front door. the lights to your small living room was already off save for one that was only enough to illuminate the front door.

you sigh as the door click open, “you really need to stop forget-” 

“hi, babyy” 

your heart dropped. not because of how the man in front of you accidentally stumbled and now practically has his boy weight supported by you, and also somehow not because of how his hands circle your body and rest on your waist like how it used to.

it was his voice that did. 

his voice that you swore on everything you would never want to hear again. hating how it sounded so much you’d bail on any man that sounded similar to him or had his accent.

how could you not when only a few simple words uttered with that voice had your mind reeling? repeating the same heart wrenching sentence in your head over and over again, it engraved itself.

it was pouring outside. you’ve been very stuffed with schoolwork and your finals coming up. papers spread out everywhere on your table and books scattered on your bedsides and floor. 

you felt a tickle on your ankle and watched as your dog rubbed its side on your body, begging for attention. you chuckle, dropping your pen and bending down to pick her up. sitting her on your lap as you rubbed its back. 

“i’m sorry, i just need to finish this paper and i’ll promise i’ll give you some attention, okay?” you coo at her, it hung her head low but complied, laying her head on your lap. 

a moment later, your phone lit up. you stared at the caller and with no hesitation immediately picked it up, a smile growing on your face, “hi, babe-”

“let’s break up”

you stopped. the pouring rain seemed to have hushed in a matter of seconds, the air around you felt constricted. your dog stayed silent, looking up at you in confusion.

“what?” 

“it’s just going to be hard keeping up our relationship in the long run. i’m graduating and you still have two years” 

“so?”

“so i don’t want to hold each other back” he sounded frustrated. 

“so that’s it?” you ask, voice heavy. “you’re going to leave me because you don’t want to wait two years for me?”

“you’re twisting my words”

“that’s exactly what you said, jake” 

“i’m sorry”

no he’s not. 

“no, you’re not” you say, you wait for a second too long before hanging up. you damn well know he’s not, because if he was you wouldn’t be crying as hard as you are right now. your chest wouldn’t have felt as painful as it does.

there was nothing but confusion that clouded your mind the following days. you were trying to reason with yourself why he’d ever break up with you. 

your boyfriend is the sweetest yet most comforting guy you’ve ever known. or at least, was. you thought there must be something wrong with you.

everything reminded you of him. back then, you thought you hit the lottery when he landed as your first love as well as your first boyfriend. you never doubted your relationship, he was always there for you whenever you needed him and you never turned him down if he needed a shoulder. 

every waking moment after the breakup felt plain to you. habits and hobbies turned more of a chore, some of the things you did were picked up from his habits.

you were quiet about your breakup. it took a total of 13 days until anyone found out. your friends having to fish it out of you when they felt how quiet and more zoned out you’ve become.

for three months, jake’s name was not allowed to be uttered. it was a rule your friend made. she knew anything correlated to him could tip you off, but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. 

she didn’t know that you’d still visit his old album from time to time just to feel something. to remember all the ways he loved you and all the ways he wasn’t there to, anymore.

you can’t let go the feeling of how he would hug you, all the times he would kiss you giggles filling out every corner of the room. the moments he’d lay on the bed with you, whispering sweet nothings lulling you to sleep.

you still can feel all of that, a ghost of the past you were never willing to let go.

you wished time could heal all of you completely. because now when you swore you have finally started to move on, he has his body slumped on yours, breath fanning your neck.

“jake?” you curse yourself from how quiet it came out. your voice wavering, your breath shallow before you slowly walk in, his body still slumped on yours.

he hummed, “i missed you” he dug his head deeper into your neck, making you physically sick.

you tug him off, stabling him by his shoulders and you wished you didn’t. you could see his state now. his hair was all messed up, face tinted red from drinking and he had that pout. his eyes attempting to blink itself awake as he looks at you through sleepy eyes.

“jake” you say again, finding your voice. that pout of his grew at your tone.

“don’t you miss me?” he asks, voice so soft you almost gave in. his hands still hover on your waist and you’d lie if you said you weren’t fully aware of it. 

“i’ll grab you some water” you say, walking out of his reach. the heat from his body slowly seeping away as you walk to grab a glass of water.

you turn back to see him sat on the couch, his head laying on the arm rest, legs sprawled sideways. tapping him on the shoulder, his eyes crease open along with that smile of his. your heart clenched.

he grabs the cup and downs it in one gulp, “thank you” he says quietly.

when you were about to grab it and walk back to the kitchen, jake had tugged your shirt causing you to topple on top of him on the couch. 

“you haven’t said you missed me back” he said, head buried in your hair, breathing you in. 

you gathered all of you to push against him and stand up, “jake, stop”

“i know you’re sober”

it barely showed, but you could see the slight waver of his smile.

“i miss you” he says for the third time tonight, eyes open but still slightly glazed.

“you’re being selfish” tears start to well up. it’s overwhelming to say the least. how could he just show up at your doorstep months later giving you false hope? after everything he’s made you go through.

“i know” he starts, sitting up slightly, “and i know i have no right to come back here begging for you to come back. but i miss you”

“you should leave” you look away.

“please”

“jake”

“i’m sorry” he says, “but i’ll do better this time”

maybe it was those eyes that convinced you, or the sliver of sincerity you pretended to see in his eyes or maybe once again it was that voice that allured you. but you gave in. 

he brought you in for a kiss. one that you’ve undoubtedly miss all these months of being apart. jake just knew how to bring you back into his arms. he held you all night long and between the kiss and the cuddling, you dozed into a sleep you haven’t felt for months.

you shifted, you peek at the light hitting your eyes from the slip of the curtains. 

you rolled over, the space beside you, cold. 

you sat up, the blanket falling off your body as you looked around the living room. trying to grasp at the hazy memory of last night.

the table in front of the couch is neat. when your eyes focused there was a scrap of paper placed on it.

‘i don’t deserve you, i’m sorry

-love, j’

© junislqve 2024. liking, commenting, and rebloging are appreciated.

[not-magdi]

●Injured ●

Summary: Pablo trying to care for his stubborn and hurt girlfriend.

Warnings: none

Words: 897

A/N

I don't like it, I don't know why but I don't like it somehow

You broke your ankle while trying to switch a lightbulb a few days ago. After being too proud to ask your boyfriend Pablo for help, the uninventive happened, and you fell.

Hearing your scream and seeing you lay on the floor scared Pablo shitless.

And after it was clear that you would have to go to the hospital, it was over for Pablo. The whole way there, he couldn't stop fussing about you, asking if you were in pain every five seconds, holding your hand, and so on.

You found it adorable how much he cared about you. He made sure you were sitting comfortably and didn't let you lift a finger if he was in reach.

But as much as you loved to be taken care of, it slowly started to annoy you. You were never the type of person to sit still for long periods, so having everything done for you began to drive you mad.

So currently, you're using the chance of Pablo being upstairs to sneak into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. But hearing him come down the stairs makes you panic.

"Amor, where are you?"

"Kitchen!" you answer, signing in defeat.

"Cariño, what are you doing here? I could have gotten it for you."

Taking the glass of water from you, he shoos you back to the couch. You roll your eyes, which does not go unnoticed by Pablo and limp back to the living room.

Coming back from the kitchen, Pablo finds you sitting on the couch with an annoyed look on your face.

"Que pasa amor? Are you in any pain?"

"No. Pablo, I'm fine ok?!"

You regret your harsh tone immediately, not wanting to snap at him. You want to apologise immediately, but Pablo beats you to it.

"I'm sorry that I care for you!"

After that, he rushes off, leaving you alone with guilt, eating you up. After you hear the door upstairs slam shut.

You know that Pablo sometimes takes things more personally than he should. So you try to be careful when it comes to things like that. But today, your temper got the best of you.

Upstairs, Pablo sits in his office chair, slightly offended about how you talked to him. He just wanted to make sure that you are ok.

Seeing you lay on the floor so helpless and in pain, changed something in him. He never ever wants to see you like that again. So he does everything in his power to keep you safe.

The two of you give each other a silent treatment for hours, too stubborn to be the first to give in. You tried to manage to make yourself food on your own. Which turned out to be more difficult than you thought it would.

You somehow managed it, but after cleaning everything up and sitting down again, you felt how cramped your muscles were.

You became a treatment to smear on your sore muscles to prevent them from cramping. The problem is that you can't put it on on your own because you can't reach under your cast that well.

Normally. Pablo always puts it on you before bed so you can sleep in peace, but that won't be an option today.

After sitting on the couch for a bit, you slowly realise how much you actually depend on Pablo.

Feeling even more guilty than before, you make your way upstairs. Wanting to apologise to Pablo for your unfair behaviour towards him.

Challenging yourself up the stairs, you hear noises coming from Pablo's office. Softly knocking on his door, you slowly open it and step into the room.

Hearing the door open and close, Pablo turns around only to see you standing there with a guilty look.

He really wanted to stay mad at you, but seeing you look at him like a kicked puppy made it hard for him.

"You need something?"

Him not using any nicknames hit you harder than you thought it would. He always uses nicknames, so hearing none hurt a lot.

Looking to the ground, you try to find the right words.

"Uhm, I-I wanted to say sorry f-for earlier. I didn't mean to snap at you, you only wanted to help me. I was annoyed that I have to rest so much, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry."

Pablo's frown softens as he hears you apologise. Now feeling guilty too, he rushes to stand up and wrap his arms around you.

"M'sorry too. I was just so scared when I found you. I wanted to protect you and didn't realise that I was crushing you with my carefulness, Amor," he mumbles into your neck.

The two of you stand in the office for a while, until Pablo hears you hiss as one of your muscles starts to cramp again.

Looking at his phone, he gasps as he realises how late it already is.

"Oh no, we need to put your lotion on. Come on, amor you lay down, I'm coming in a second."

Laying down on your bed, you wait for Pablo to come back. He comes back, seconds later and starts to put the cream on you.

After he was done, he cuddled himself next to you and pulled you onto his chest. Both of you, enjoying each other's warm embrace in a comfortable silence.

[loveshotzz]

Don’t mind me.

Grinding on Older!Steve, he’s teasing you, letting you feel him through the layers of clothes you both have on. He’s guiding you by your hips and moving you against him, he can feel the damp spot soaking through his pants and you’re breathing heavily in his ear begging him for more, telling him how badly you need to feel him in you, to have him stretching you out.

It’s started with a giggling phone call a little buzzed from the club you were leaving. You knew he was in town for graduation, you knew his hotel. Dialing the number to his room, you weren’t surprised when he answered after the second ring. His smooth voice going hush when he heard it was you, careful not to wake up her laying next to him.

That’s how you ended up straddling his lap in the backseat of his expensive BMW parked a block away from your dorm room. Your dress sitting tucked up at your waist, windows fogged from heavy pants, and stolen gasps while he guided your hips with strong hands over his hard cock straining against his grey sweatpants.

Your fingers are buried in his already messy bed head, tugging harshly at the roots while his spit slick lips leave a trail up the length of your neck. Nipping at your pulse point, he grunts at the mewl he earns from it.

“Steve - fuck - I need you.” the words are whiney when they leave your mouth, the rock of your hips starting to pick up their pace when his tip hits your lace covered clit just the right way.

“Yeah honey? Is that why you called my room like the needy girl you are hmm?” Using his feet as leverage against the floor of the car, he cants his hips up making sure to add pressure in just the right places.

“oh!” Your eyes close tight when he does it again, and you swear you’re gonna cum just like this.

“Come on baby, soak my pants. let me take something back with me.” He can tell your close, and he already knows there’s a darkened wet spot on his sweats that he hopes he won’t have to explain when he gets back to his hotel room.

He can hear how wet you are with each glide of your hips, the sticky-ness in your panties making your movements even easier as you approach your high.

“You look so pretty like this, fuck, look at you. Taking what you need from me cause I’m the only one to make you feel this good huh?” He needs to hear that the boy your age doesn’t do it for you. He needs to hear that you’re still his.

“No one Steve - oh my god!” Two of his fingers push your panties to the side so he can bully your clit into giving him what he wants.

“No one what, honey?” He looks up at you with eyes black as the night that hides his car. “say it for me.”

His fingers get sloppy when he feels the way your body starts to shake, the beginnings of your orgasm starting to take a hold of you.

“No one fucks me like you, I need it steve, please fuck me. I need it, I need it.” Your eyes start to roll in the back of your head when the coil inside you slowly starts to snap.

“Cum for me like a good girl, and I’ll give you want you want. I’ll always give you what you want.” Dipping a thick finger into your already clenching walls, it’s enough to have you see stars behind you eyes. Your nails digging into the white cotton on his shirt, while your body tenses above him.

His voice is soothing while he talks your through it, placing kisses on every inch of your heated skin he can get to. Murmuring praises under his breath while you make a mess of his sweats just like he asked.

“I think you’re ready for me now honey.”

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read more is a cunt.

[rubylovessharks]

Floyd Leech x gn Reader im trying to make this fluffy idk how good this is Floyd and his S/O hanging out in the rain :3(they get sick-)

not much else to sayyy sooooo- enjoy <3

READER IS NOT YUU

Classes have just ended for the day and unfortunately, you forgot your umbrella. You thought about running as fast as you can or perhaps wait the rain away untill you heard a familiar voice. "Baby! Heyyy~" a sing songy voice called out and you knew who it was. A big hand touched your shoulder and you didn't have to turn around to see his face since he put ot right Infront of yours. Teel colored hair with a black stripe, miss-matched eyes that their form looks drippy, and of course - his big toothy smile! Who else could it be other than your boyfriend, Floyd?

"Hey love." you smile at him but then you are reminded of the terrible rain outside and search to see if Floyd had an umbrella on him. "Whatcha look for? Did ya drop something?" he looks around him to see if anything was on the floor that belonged to you "no no Floyd, I'm trying to see if you had an umbrella or not. It's raining really hard outside and I don't really wanna get wet.." He's face showed you that he infact, did not have an umbrella with him, and yours immediately showed disappointment. What are you both going to do if none of you had an umbrella? Even your puzzled expression doesn't compare to the face you'll soon make once Floyd speaks his mind..

"Can't we just walk in the rain?? it'll he funn!"

The face of complete shock you had once he said that- does he want to get sick??? Last time he was complaining about how, "getting sick will be the woooorsttttt!!" now it's "let's get sick" Floyd's mood swings really are unpredictable... "so? Do you wanna or not? I have a shift soon and I know Azul's gonna kill me.." your boyfriend's voice woke you from your thoughts and your concerns and you just went along with it. Who knows, maybe walking in the rain without something to shield you from the rain will be fun! So you take his hand and hold it firmly, without saying a word you walk with Floyd outside, into the harsh rain.

"If I'm going to be sick it'll be alllll your fault Floyd! You betting take good care of me then." Even though you know Floyd won't be much help if you did get sick, especially if the both of you did, you still had to put him up with the responsibility of taking care of you. After all, wasn't being taken care of by your lovely boyfriend the best cure? Floyd just gives you a big goofy smile that tells you that for now he is ready to take that responsibility, but who knows if he'll feel like it later on.. Not to say that he won't be concerned! It's just that he might lay down with you and cuddle. But it's not that bad so the two of you will take both options!

The second you both got out you were immediately hit with a ton of water. The two of you were dripping head to toe with rain water and it made the cold weather feel worse on your skin, yet it seemed that Floyd was having the time of his life! "This feels soooo~ great!! It's like I'm back home, but the water isn't salty!" He made sure that you could hear him, after all with all the sound of the rain falling and hitting everything it was hard to make out what a person would say if they used a regular tone. "Floyd I'm r-r-" not able to finish your sentence you sneezed. "Pffft- you look like those soggy cats with a grumpy face!" He beems, even though you knew ge was probably right you still hit him, playfully. Still, Floyd knows you are cold and not really fit for this weather conditions. So he doesn't want to keep you outside for too long. Floyd takes off the jacket off of his school uniform and then snakes an arm around your waist, keeping you close so he could get the jacket to cover both of your heads. "There. Now you won't get as sick as you could've, aaand~ I'll keep you warm!" Not like this actually warms you up, the thought is indeed nice.

Aren't you glad Floyd is your significant other?

bonus:

You and Floyd were stuck to his bed in Octivile as the two of you cuddle. The both of are now sick after your fateful encounter with the awful weather yesterday, and now the two of you are keeping eachother warm and cozy as Jade prepars you both a nice soup to keep you warm.

[durmom]

Its Useless

Part 2

Part 1⬇️

The next morning you were up at nine ready to train. Walking into the gym you see the boys dressed in sweats and wife beaters. Damn they didn't show this in the show. It’s hard to not find them attractive, I mean they are looking so good. You are wearing leggings and a loose crop top with socks and converse. They tell you to take your shoes off, you realize they were also just in socks. As you take your shoes off and move to put them out of the way one of the boys grabs you from behind and throws you on the floor. As your back slammed on the mat you groan. You didn't even have time to say ‘what the hell’ before Dean was on top of you throwing punches. You took two punches to the face before dodging the third and fourth then pushing your elbow into his ribcage. He folded over and you used that time to punch him in the face, it was a weak punch but a punch nonetheless, he leaned to the side and you used that momentum to thrust your hips to the left leaving him on his side. You acted fast jumping up, jamming your heel into his hip leaving him on his back. You straddle him now throwing punches that he was dodging, you flex your legs squeezing his sides keeping him in place. He squirmed around and you finally got a good hit in. Dean shocks you by head butting you, sending your head back and releasing the tension in your legs which he used to get you off of him. You had a second to get up before Sam swiped at your legs which you barely dodged, he throws a few punches which you took and then threw back. You laugh for a second, “How am I supposed to punch someone a full foot taller than me.” They chuckle and you throw a punch at Sam which he dodges then he does some weird ass move that ends with you on the ground legs wrapped around his waist and him pinning your arms down. If you werent fighting for your life this would be very hot but you were fighting for your life so you wrap your legs around him squeezing his sides with your thighs, locking your legs around each other and squeezing with everything you have. He coughs, struggling to breathe he lets go of your hands and you maneuver with everything in you to twist him on his side. You both lay there on your sides, you still squeezing his sides, a few seconds pass then you hear him hit the mat three times. You smile, breathing heavily and roll on your back. Holy shit he tapped out.

“Pussy.” is what you decide to say to him. They both laugh, Sam still on the floor catching his breath. You hop up and help Sam to his feet.

“Dude where did that come from?” Sam asks.

“My dad was a wrestler and that move was the only one I remembered.”

“You punch like shit but damn that… that move is.. I don't even know.”

“Yeah y/n I had to resort to a head butt.” Dean steps in.

“Yeah, not too happy about that dickhead.” You reach up and feel the blood at the top of your head. “You bitches caught me off guard. How was that fair?”

“Fighting is never fair.” Dean says.

“Okay cheesy mcgee, this was supposed to be a training session not an attack.” You laugh, “Still mad at me? Think I’m useless?” You tease but Dean's smile drops.

“Dean I’m fucking with you. I know who I am.” He laughs a bit, eased knowing you were fucking with him.

“Anyways y/n, you did good. We will work on your punching but I mean you got me to tap out.”

“Thank you, thank you.” You take a bow.

“And next time we will add weapons, if you're gonna fight a vamp you're gonna have to do it with a blade.” reminds Dean.

“Oh shit yeah.”

“ I can take you to our weapons room and show you around?” Dean offers, which is shocking but again it's an effort.

“Yeah, let's do it.” You move to grab your shoes before turning around, “Dont attack me please.” They both mark crosses over their hearts. You grab your shoes and walk out with the boys. Dean looks at you as you walk, when you look up at him he makes a face,

“Let's clean you up first.” You two and Sam split up as Dean leads you to the infirmary. This is normally when the reader and Dean start to have feelings for eachother. You think as you sit on the bed. I mean I already like Dean but he hates me. Well not hates. Just don't like me. Dean sits on a stool in front of you. He pours alcohol onto gauze. You look up at him and you must look worried because he says, “don’t worry it’ll be quick.” He grabs your jaw and dabs the wound. Internally you laugh, you aren’t worried, you were a nurse and could do this yourself. You’re worried about Dean and talking to him.

“How are you not reacting?” Dean asks, pulling you out of your thoughts. Oh shit.

“I mean I was a nurse, and I have chronic pain so this is like a mild sting. I’ve had worse.”

“You were a nurse?” He pulls out bandaids, “princesses or Spiderman?”

“Both.” He laughs

“Yeah I was a nurse for a while but I had just quit and was working a serving job when I got pulled here.”

“Why’d you quit?” He puts the first bandaid on your forehead.

“Um, I mean it’s a hard job. I work twelve hour shifts overnight. I was constantly getting punched, bit, spit on, in general just threatened. After a couple years you get jaded and depressed and anxious so I quit,” he puts another bandaid on your cheek from where he punched you, “ I was just tired of living the same day over and over. I mean I wasn’t living.”

“So hunting is the next step?” He laughs.

“I mean not really. Like I guess it’s kinda the same but I think the reward is greater. Also the bond you have with people is better. I mean I had no one back home. My coworkers were snobby and rude so I was a loner. So even just having two people to go through it with me will make a huge difference. And I know we aren’t close yet but I hope one day we will be.”

“Yeah, I think the reason I’ve stayed in it so long is because of Sammy.” He starts putting away all the supplies.

“I mean that and you’ve never known anything different really. I mean you did leave for a while, had a family. Would you ever do that again?” He sighs.

“Uh I mean maybe but there’s too much going on. I just don’t see it happening for me.”

“Yeah.” Is all you can say because you know how it ends.

“Welp. You’re all done.” He snaps the supply kit shut. You hop off the table and go to look in the mirror. A rapunzel band aid covers your forehead, how did he know? Then a Spiderman bandaid on each cheek.

“You like em?” He laughs watching you examine your face.

“I mean I obviously look badass as hell” you share a laugh.

“Alright spidey let’s go over weapons.” He guides you out the door, you turn to him all excited, “did you know, tangled is my favorite movie of all time?” Obviously being sarcastic as he knows nothing about you.

“I’m glad I chose the right bandaid princess.” Even though he meant it as a joke your heart stops, it’s Dean he says shit like that all the time. He’s just trying to be nice. As you walk into the weapons room and he goes over all the weapons and what to use them for you keep thinking about him calling you princess. I mean why did that get to you?

“Y/n?”

“Huh?”

“I asked you a question.”

“I-uh.” You focus back on and see a gun, his gun, on the table. It’s all taken apart, the magazine is out, bullets laying on the table, safety is off. You just move without thinking, turning the safety on, loading the magazine and putting it in the gun.

“Nice, do you want to shoot today or we can do it later?” Thank god. I did what he wanted.

“Let’s take a break. I’m hungry.”

“I can eat!” He says giving a goofy smile.

“You can always eat, Dean!” You walk into the kitchen grabbing him a beer. He sits at the table.

“Not true princess! One time I got a stomach bug from Sammy and didn’t eat for two days!” You hand him the beer, “thanks” he cracks it open putting his feet up on the table and taking a swig. “Do you not drink?”

“No I do, just not beer.” Opening the fridge you see it’s empty, “someone needs to go on a supply run,” you look up and see Sam walking into the kitchen, “123 nose goes!” You put your finger on your nose and see Dean do the same. Sam didn’t even know what hit him, he was so behind. You laugh, “awe poor Sam!”

“What?” He turns and looks to Dean who is giggling to himself, “what?”

“You are the sore loser who has to go on a supply run.” You lean against the counter.

“What?” He groans.

“Sorry Sammy.” Dean laughs.

“Well anything on the list?”

“Beer.” You roll your eyes of course the only thing Dean wants is beer, “and princess here doesn’t drink beer so whatever she wants.” He tilts his beer toward you. You cross your arms, again with the princess.

“Just Rum and coke. Like cans of coke, the bottled shit is gross.”

“Woah! Princess drinks rum and coke?” Dean sits up now.

“Yes Dean, if I’m drinking I’m tryna drink.”

“Well you heard her Sammy! Better get going.”

“Fine. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Be safe!” You yell as he leaves.

“Be safe?” Dean asks all weirded out.

“Yeah, be safe. Like drive safe, don’t do anything dumb? It’s nice to tell that to people you care about.”

“You care about Sam?”

“Really Dean?”

“What? You’ve known him for like two weeks and one of those weeks you didn’t leave your room.”

“Hey! Need I remind you I’ve been watching you boys since I was a kid? Of course I love and care about you!”

“You love us?” Dean smirks.

“Yeah even though you’re a dickhead, how can I not. And one day,” you walk over to him and get in his face, “you’ll love me just as much as I love you.” You poke his chest, smile, and leave him sitting in the kitchen. Where did that come from?

That night you all get plastered, you’re sitting in the dean cave wearing gray sweats and one of your bluey shirts.

“Wait!” You yell laughing as they talk about when they met the mystery gang. You get up and run to your room to grab your computer. Out of breath you come into the room and connect your computer to the tv, “okay listen this is gonna be hella meta but! That is an episode in supernatural and one of the best ones so I illegally downloaded it and it should still be on here!” You go to your files and there it is.

“No way!” Dean gets all excited.

“Yes way!” You pull up the episode and are about to hit play.

“Wait, should we even watch this!” Sam asks being the responsible one.

“Shut up Sammy” you and Dean say simultaneously. He holds up his hands, “I’m just saying!”

“Okay wait, Sam is right. I should give you a warning, it’s not all cartoon, so we are gonna just skip to the cartoon part.” you fast forward and hit play.

“Hey that's not what I meant!” Dean hits Sammy in the chest

“Shhh it's starting.”

You jump back on the couch next to Dean and grab the popcorn sitting on his lap. You all watch in joy laughing at the episode, I mean you've never seen Dean laugh so hard. Sam is enjoying it almost as much as Dean, you spent most of the episode watching them. You get up to go to the bathroom, it being like the fifth time.

“Another bathroom break princess?” Dean looks at you as if in shock.

“Yes Dean, I’ve been drinking. I gotta piss.” You walk down the hall, not going to the bathroom, just taking a smoke break. You close your eyes and vape, after a few seconds you're blowing out your last puff when you open your eyes and are met with Dean staring at you.

“Shit.” you put the vape in your pocket.

“No Princess dont stop on account of me.” You smile weakly, feeling awkward.

“Sorry, just an old habit.”

“I don't mind. At least it doesn't smell like cigarettes.” you scrunch your face up thinking about the smell.

“Okay.” is all you say and then you stand there in the hall awkwardly staring at each other. You take in his face, his eyes actually have some life in them. He is wearing plaid pj pants and a black tshirt. He's got his robe over top and some slippers. He looks dorky as hell but adorable.

“Guys hurry up!” Sam yells out from the room breaking you out of the daze. Dean coughs, “I’m just gonna go to the bathroom.”

“Yeah, see you in there.” You smile and walk back to the room.

“What were you two doing?” Sam’s eyebrows raise. You go to sit back in your spot on the couch.

“Oh, Dean just caught me smoking.” You say nonchalantly.

“You smoke?” He turns to you, tucking his hair behind his ear.

“Uh yeah, not cigarettes though,” You pull out your vape, “I just vape, it's similar but doesn't smell.”

“Oh well you don't have to hide that from us.”

“Well I didn't know what you guys thought and I want you boys to like me.” you smile, thinking about how the last few weeks you’d been sneaking away to smoke. Wait till he finds out about the weed. Sam grabs your hands, “Of course we like you, also a lot of hunters smoke. Jodi, Bobby, Rufus.”

“Wait really? They don't show that in the show!”

“Really?”

“Yeah! That makes me feel alot better.” Dean comes back in, Sam lets go of your hands to let Dean sit.

“ She tell you about her bad habit?” He smirks.

“Yes I did Dean, you ass.”

“What about your other one?” He teases, “Yeah Sam she-” You cover his hands with his mouth, he fights back and then you two are fighting on the couch, you trying to cover his mouth and his trying to get your hands away. Dean unfortunately wins, “She smokes weed Sam! Weed!” He laughs exasperated.

“Dean!” You hit him in the chest, he pretends to be hurt.

“Okay?” Sam says almost as a question. He doesn't care that you smoke weed, he's just confused why you guys were fighting over that, and the fact you two had a shared secret and even got close enough to fight.

“You don't care?”

“No y/n we've partaked a few times.” He looks at Dean, almost scolding him.

“No shit! When?” You sit up fully crossing your legs and pushing Dean away from you.

“Back in highschool, and I did in college. How did Dean know you smoked weed?” He says acting like it's no big deal more curious with this secret between you two.

“When I went to apologize Princess here, was high as balls. Singing, doing her room up all pretty.” He teases you and you again hit him.

“I was not high as balls!” You defend, laughing.

“Dude your eyes were so red, you smelled like weed, and the entire time you were staring at me so intensely.”

“I was not!” again you hit him.

“Stop hitting me!” He covers his chest all defensive.

“ fine.” You turn and face the screen, hitting play. Dean leans down and whispers in your ear, “ You were so high princess.” Your whole body heats up, you pinch him in the side, “OW!”

“Stop it you two! I'll turn the car around!” Sam jokes. You both stop and finish the episode, you all are laughing as it ends. You all have been continuously drinking and it was clear as all of your words were slurred.

“Come on, Cas looked hot as hell in that episode!” You shout, all debating who looked the best.

“He did but come on I looked awesome!” Dean claims smiling like a dork.

“You all looked good but Cas… mmm”

“You got it down bad for the angel!” Sam points at you laughing.

“Hell yeah I do! Look at him!”

“I can hook you up princess.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Ew no!” You lightly hit his arm, “it's more of a crush, I don't want to actually sleep with him. It cas! It’d be all awkward! And does he even have junk?” You laugh.

“He definitely does.” Dean says his eyes widening.

“How do you know?”

“I'm not saying!”

“Come on!” You now are hitting him repeatedly.

“Stop! Stop!” He laughs. You look at Sam begging him for answers, he looks towards Dean, luckily Dean was facing you, facing away from Sam. So Sam just nods his head.

“I KNEW IT!” you shout standing up on the couch and pointing at Dean.

“Sam you bitch!” Dean turns and lunges towards him. He gets him in a headlock and they rough house a bit before Dean is bent over hand on his knee gasping for air. He holds up a hand, “I'm gonna yak.”

“Bathroom!” You and Sam yell, you hop off the couch, you and Sam grab Dean and drag him down the hall. Barely making it to the bathroom as Dean throws up in the toilet. Seeing him throw up makes you want to throw up, you gag. You suddenly get hot and your mouth waters, you turn to the bathtub and throw up. The smell, and sound of you and Dean throwing up gets Sam and then he's next to you also throwing up in the tub. After a minute you catch a break looking at the tub, “ fucking gross.” You reach behind Sam, who is still throwing up, and grab the shower head. You turn on the water and wash the vomit down the drain. You look over at Dean who is resting his head on his arm on the toilet. You get nauseous again and throw up. About 20 minutes of on and off vomiting for all of you before you all were able to leave the bathroom. You were all sniffing, breathing shakily, and holding onto each other for balance. You were the least shaky out of all of you so you guided them to the kitchen.

“No! Bed!” Dean says head hanging down.

“Hold on.” You sit both of them down and grab six glasses and fill them all with water. Once all the glasses are on the table you take a seat, “Okay two glasses each, no bed until all of them are gone.”

“Why? Princess, Why?” Dean groans.

“I'm with her on this.” Sam is the first to take a sip.

“ You’ll thank me in the morning.” You all sit there for an hour struggling to get this water down, constantly taking pee breaks. By the end though you all were feeling a bit better. You walked the boys to bed then made your way to the other side of the bunker to your room. The second your head hit the pillow you were out.

The next morning you woke up around nine am. When you walked out to the library you saw Sam typing away on his computer drinking more water.

“Morning.” You walked past him ruffling his hair. You could hear him laugh as you walked down the hall to the kitchen. You grabbed some water and joined Sam in the library.

“Rough night huh?” He asks looking at your bed head and last nights clothes.

“It was fun tho, I’m surprisingly not hungover.” You run your hands through your hair before putting it in a low messy bun.

“Really? I feel like crap.” He takes a sip of water.

“Must be my new twenty two year old body!”

“I forgot about that.”

“Me too until this morning. I’m starting to love it! You oldies and being hungover,” you huff putting your feet on the table hands behind your head, “couldn’t be me.” Sam laughs

“You’re still 29.”

“Shut up.” And with that you hear Dean shuffling in. Still in his pjs and robe, disheveled but still looking good.

“Morning sunshine.” You smile up at him as he walks behind you and steals your water, downing all of it.

“Hey!”

“Morning Princess, Sam.” He shuffles towards the hallway.

“While you’re in there get me a new water!” He waves his hand and heads to the kitchen.

“So whatcha working on?” You lean on towards Sam.

“Oh I just found us a case.”

“Cool. What is it? When we leaving?” Sam laughs, “uh its vamps and I don’t think you should come.”

“Awe come on! I’ve been practicing with you boys every morning! I don’t even have to get in all the action, I can stay at the motel!” He contemplates for a minute when Dean walks in, “take it up with Dean.”

“What?”

“A vamp case. I’ll stay at the motel!” You plead giving him your best puppy dog eyes. He stares for a moment.

“Fine.”

“Yes!” You slap your hands on the table sitting back in your seat.

“But! You stay at the motel unless we say.” He gestures between him and Sam.

“Fine by me!”

Part 3⬇️

[jiminrings]

as a psych student learning something about human development, i wanna know how the couple will be all around the internet searching about shits in parenting. OR MAYBE one of them starts overanalyzing or over observing their baby bcoz they saw those articles abt childs development AND THEY WANT TO BE A GOOD PARENT

does that scream jungkook to me? yes, im picturing him in that position but it can be y/n too!! AM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEW ERA BABE!!

478: drabble

alternatively, a glimpse of hwayoung’s first 100 days <3

[ 478 masterlist ]

DAY 13

“Hi, pretty girl,” Jungkook hovers above Hwayoung as she lies on her back, much to her curiosity and much to your amusement.

“Heyyy-…” Jungkook drawls as he goes from the center of the foot of the bed all the way to the side, suddenly straightening up as he does a standing long jump all the way to the other, “….pretty girl!”

Your daughter doesn’t seem to be amused as you but she still watches her dad anyway, making you snort so hard that the grogginess you’ve had from the night before starts to dissipate.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s week two. I’m trying to see if Hwayoung can track things with her eyes; that’s supposed to be a milestone this week.”

“Where did you get that from?” you wonder out loud, trying to recall if you read that anywhere from the pamphlet that her pediatrician gave you.

Jungkook sounds almost offended that you’re asking him to cite his sources, making him scoff playfully. “My instincts.”

You try not to bring up Jungkook’s constant indecisiveness and his need for approval whenever it came to tending to Hwayoung, yet with just one look, he scoffs as he changes his answers.

“The pedia.”

Your glance is empty and you’re just about to believe it because sometimes, you have to talk Jungkook out of texting the doctor at godforsaken hours in the morning just because he has a question. 

He mistakes your glance for something more and instantly he relents, shoulders sagging as he huffs. “Fine, it’s the parenting subreddit.”

DAY 32

“Is it just me or is Hwayoung not starting to coo yet?” you mumble under your breath, startling Jungkook awake not because you suddenly spoke while he’s only shallowly sleeping, but because it’s the same thing on his mind.

“Not just you. I thought I was going crazy,” he sighs, pinching his eyes. Surely enough, your daughter knows how to cry and shriek, but she isn’t at that stage yet where she mimics the basic syllables that you echo to her. 

You sigh, rethinking the past few days with utter concentration just to see if you’ve missed a milestone. Jungkook thinks as hard as you, eyes fluttering to see Hwayoung awake in her crib but peacefully just looking up at the toys.

Jungkook stands up as you list off the things you’ve searched on your own, crouching down to get Hwayoung off her crib so the both of you can fawn over her more closely as you ponder over her (incoming) milestones. He’s less nervous now when it comes to picking her up because supporting her comes to him like second nature now, however no matter how secure she is in his hold, Jungkook overlooked the possibility of his entire head bumping against the overhead toys.

He hits his head so hard against the base of it that he hears a resounding slap against his skull, but apart from that, he hears something else — Hwayoung cooing.

You immediately squeal in celebration, clapping your hands that makes your daughter turn her eyes to you this time. Jungkook blinks once, twice before breaking out into a grin.

He settles Hwayoung on your lap, walks over to the crib again before crouching, and prepares an act.

DAY 65

When you walk out of the bathroom fresh from your shower, the first thing that greets you is the sight of two figures laying down on the mat; one delicate in her new onesie, and the other clearly overgrown for the playpen.

“It’s tummy time.”

Jungkook calls out to you even if you don’t beg for an explanation, craning his neck to look at you from behind him. His nose almost dives to the floor if not for you snickering at how you have to walk backwards just to catch him and Hwayoung in the same frame.

“How’s the neck?”

“Hmm, it’s a little sore. I fell asleep on the couch again,” Jungkook frowns, rolling out the tensions with his knuckles. He pleasantly hums at the pressure, eyes blinking until he realizes why you’ve never responded to him. He sheepishly chuckles, scratching his head. “Oh. You meant Hwayoung.”

DAY 100

Hwayoung can’t just seem to stop giggling.

Her laughter has no real agenda behind it but its common theme revolves around Jungkook fumbling for something one way or another, the current fit of laughter your daughter’s in now being your husband fumbling for the strings of Miso’s collar (that he crocheted himself) that goes with the party theme.

There’s a distinct warmth that spreads in your chest, less of recalling that Hwayoung’s milestones are on time and more of the realization that you have everything you’ve ever hoped for; your very own family getting ready in the dressing room where just outside, all of your closest family, friends, and colleagues wait to celebrate Hwayoung’s first 100 days.

“Jungkook?”

He hums at the mention of his name, brows furrowed in frustration because Miso won’t just stay still but he still gives you attention. He straightens up immediately at the way your eyes seem glassy, and normally, he’d race towards you at the very first sight of you being down.

Jungkook, however, doesn’t have to do anything because Hwayoung coos and giggles once again, reaching her hand out in such a smooth and controlled manner that her little fist hovers above your face, almost as if she’s willing for the happy tears to stay inside.

You burst into laughter at that, the tears still coming to show that you’re so overwhelmed and happy — it actually stings. Your eyes flicker between your husband and your daughter, a grin making its way to your lips.

“Love you.”

[milimeters-morales]

okay under the readmore is part 1 of a oneshot i wrote about an autistic miles morales for fun, but overlapped pretty conveniently with disability pride month at the time. Really self-indulgent, and i got some nice reviews on it and wanted to test sharing my writing on here for autism acceptance month ^.^

Content Warning: Miles does self harm a good amount in both parts without realizing, and thinks some pretty ableist thoughts (at least I think they would be considered that) about himself every now and then.

Word Count: 5k+

Pairings: Minor Milesganke, everything else is platonic!

Miles lets his feet dangle off the side of the building, his heel hitting the brick wall to a rhythm in his head. One two, swing out, one two, swing out, one two, shake-swing out, and start all over. He layed back on the roof, soaking up the last of the warmth from the sun and heated concrete. It was a common thing he did, this rhythm and movement, it helped him calm down or keep him from getting too bored. Too bored was bad, too bored was almost physically painful, but it’s not like he’d tell anybody that. Well, anybody besides Ganke. The other boy understood that perfectly well, it’s one of the many reasons they’re best friends.

He wasn’t sure why he actually did this though. But he didn’t like to think too hard about it, and he’s always got a lot of other stuff to do anyway!

Speaking of, Miles sits up, still letting his feet hit the wall and bounce off, when there’s a pained shout from below. Seeing a man in a dirty chef’s apron bending over with a hand on his back and a pained expression, Miles jumps down from the roof and lands quietly on the street in front of him.

“Do you want some help?” He asks him. The man nods his head to the paint buckets on the ground next to him, and Miles easily picks them up, barely registering the weight. The man walks stiffly and a bit hunched inside his shop, telling Miles to set the paints down on an empty table.

The inside was a mess. Napkins littered the floors and tables, sauces on the seats and counter, and a whole uneaten meal sat alone on the far end of the counter. Miles glances again at the man. He’s sweaty, exhausted looking, all alone in here going by how Miles can hear only his heartbeat, and he just hurt his back. There’s no way Miles would leave this man to deal with this mess himself.

“I’m gonna clean up these napkins so we don’t slip,” Miles tells him, already picking up the pieces. He wouldn’t slip of course, but the man definitely would if he wasn’t careful. “So, Mr…”

“Call me Bob,” the man says after putting the paints away somewhere in the back of the kitchen.

“Mr. Bob, how’d this even happen?”

Mr. Bob sighs and runs a hand through his short hair. “My kids invited their friends over, made a huge mess, left before I saw it, you know how it is.”

“Yeah,” Miles agrees, not knowing how it is at all. He throws all the napkins in the trash and was about to ask where a towel was so he could clean up some of the sauce mess, but Mr. Bob places his hands on his back again.

“Hey Mr. Spider-Man, how about you run along? My back is killing me, and I don’t wanna make you clean up alone,” he says, eyebags somehow becoming more prominent by the second. Miles winced under the mask and hoped it didn’t translate through. 

“That’s nice of you, but are you sure? I really don’t mind,” Miles offers, making a sweeping gesture to the rest of the mess still in the store.

“Nah nah nah, it’s fine. It’s my kids who should be cleaning it up anyway. I’ll make them do it when they get home,” Mr. Bob explains. 

Ah, okay. That’s better than the man just working in pain. 

“Alright. Bye sir!” Miles leaves Mr. Bob inside the shop, and swings away to another rooftop. He wishes he knew more about treating bad backs though, he might have been able to help more! Maybe he could ask his mom? But wait, would that be an overly familiar thing to do for a stranger? Surely not, helping someone in pain is what he does nearly everyday anyway…but some people get real upset if he has to help them, and he just doesn’t know why. Ugh, so complicated, and for what?

Doing a few extremely low swings that end up sending him high into the air, he lets the wind press against him with each rise and fall. It’s like being smushed, or hugged just tight enough to make you so relaxed that you feel weightless. He gets dizzy sometimes, but in a good way, he promises. He wishes Ganke could feel this. He wishes a lot of people could feel this, actually. They’d be much happier, he’s sure of it!

___

It’s not like he’s… embarrassed, he guesses is the right word, to have to keep shaking his hands at his sides. It’s just that he gets weird looks sometimes when he does it. It’s not often at all, it’s actually pretty rare, but when it does happen, it makes a weird feeling curl in his stomach and around his throat, making it hard to speak, which is embarrassing. It makes him stutter, pronounce words wrong, makes him unable to focus on whatever’s happening, it even made him tear up one time. It’s different, when he just doesn’t speak for a while, because at those times there’s nobody pressuring him to talk or for an answer on why he’s “being weird”.

“Well?” the officer asks. She pointed out his shaking hands, and asked him why he was doing that. And Miles was going to answer her, he was! It’s just… the way she said it. It was like when he got caught drawing on his worksheets and the teacher made him throw the entire paper away and start over. Or his parents caught him sneaking small animals under his clothes into their apartment. Or when the kids at school would try and see what he was drawing by looming over his shoulder. 

His chest felt kind of tight. Why did he even let her approach him? He tries to avoid as much interaction with the cops as much as he can besides calling them to places

“I… uh…” was all he could manage to utter. It felt like everyone was staring at him, even when he knew that it wasn’t true.

“Spidey’s still around?” Oh god, of course his dad is here. And approaching rapidly. 

“Yeah, was trying to ask about the hand shaky thing, but he just froze up,” the officer explains, turning away briefly- Miles can feel the tightness just a little- shrugging with a raised eyebrow. She tucks her hands in her pockets and turns to look back at Miles. Great. The feeling was back.

“Oh, this?” His dad asks, copying the moment, making it much harder for Miles to not shake his hands. Thanks a lot! “My son does that, lots of kids do that. You don’t do that?” 

Miles wants to run, so he does. Not like he needed to be there anymore anyway. He’ll go somewhere that calms him down so much to the point where he doesn’t even need to shake his hands.

___

Pavitr tightens his hold on him, arms a comfortable pressure on his waist. He nuzzles into the crook of Miles’s neck, humming when Miles lets out a happy sigh. 

They do this, sometimes, when the stress is becoming too much. Just hold each other. It works out great, because Pavitr loves giving hugs, and Miles likes getting hugs, and they have no problem being this close to each other. 

Miles traces a figure eight onto Pavitr’s back, fingers feather-light on him. He doesn’t like pressure the way Miles does, says it makes him feel trapped and anxious, but Miles couldn’t disagree more if he tried. Besides the obvious bad-pressure, like a building and debris falling on you, there’s good-pressure, and that pressure is what Miles craves almost daily. It makes him feel much closer to whatever’s going on around him without making him hypersensitive to it- he can focus better, basically. The weight on his body is like a firm reassurance that he’ll be fine, that he’ll be safe, and that he’s… real. Not some mistake and about to float away into non-existence, or whatever. 

He’s heard of weighted blankets, and has been wanting one for a few years now, but he’s always chickened out when it came to asking his parents. And it’s not like he can ask any of the other spiders, then he’d have to lie to his parents how he got it, and he’s trying to keep the “lying to your loved ones” part of being Spider-Man to a minimum. Plus, he just doesn’t think it’s that serious. It’s not like he’ll die without it.

Miles stops drawing the figure in Pavitr’s back and simply rests his hand on the back of his neck. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Pavitr mumbles into his neck.

Miles wishes they weren’t wearing their suits. He’d much rather feel the vibration directly on his skin.

“Nothing,” Miles answers automatically. The two are silent for a bit before Miles continues, “Oh, there was this cop. She kept asking me about this thing I do with my hands-”

“The stimming?”

Miles ignores the interruption and continues, “-where I shake my hands when there’s too much energy somewhere and I get all antsy.”

“Should’ve brought Hobie. He would’ve dealt with her,” Pavitr says, shoulders shaking lightly with silent laughter.

Miles rolls his eyes and raises his chin to rest it on Pavitr’s head. His hair was so soft, it was another thing Miles liked about these cuddle sessions, he guesses he’d call them. Pavitr was a good mix of soft and firm, like a foam cube in a gym or children’s play area.

“Wasn’t really her fault, I just got nervous. Thought she would call me weird or something,” Miles mumbles.

“Don’t they already do that? In the uh- the uhh… The news company with the musical instrument.”

“The Tuba?”

“Yes! That is the one, haha,” Pavitr giggles, “remember when they called you a clone of Peter?”

God, does Miles remember. Not only was it completely out of nowhere, it just didn’t make sense for so many reasons. One, how could a clone be a different race? Two, why would a clone be way younger and have no idea what he’s doing? Wouldn’t you want your clone to be just as smart as you and the same age, so when you died, it’s like nobody would notice? They even sounded different! People called him down just to try and rip his suit to see his face for days, causing fights to break out between civilians when someone tried to defend him. He couldn’t just fight back like usual, so all he could do was lightly slap their hands away or shove them off and swing away, and then just deal with his lowering reputation that came with “self-defense.” He was glad that there were a good few people, his parents included, ready to defend Spidey if they saw that happen in front of him, but it didn’t really matter. He really hated, still hates, the Tuba for that.

He can’t see the humor in it, but a lot of other people found it funny, so maybe it was just a him thing like it sometimes is… yeah, he's probably just missing something. Miles closes his eyes and says, “Yeah,” and relaxes again when Pavitr’s sensed his hold had gotten too loose and tightened it around Miles again. 

He’d have to leave eventually, but he’ll enjoy this time while it lasts.

___

“Miles, stop that, you’re gonna get a cramp in your legs,” his mom scolds him lightly as he passes by her.

Miles looks down, and hurries to flatten his feet from walking on his tip-toes. That was always embarrassing to have pointed out, but at least he wasn’t in public doing that. 

___

It was all too much. He thought coming to Gwen’s dimension would calm him down, it was much prettier than his and a huge inspiration when it came to art, so he thought he could come here after a particularly bad fight to just enjoy the sights and maybe draw them. But now, he can’t stand the sight of most things. He can’t even stand the feeling of anything. He was huddled on a roof, a dirty, disgusting roof, there’s probably dirt all over him now and his stupid suit- it’s too on him, he can feel it and the sweat scratching at him and trying to seep into his pores. The creases causing awkward pockets where the suit isn’t actually touching him, but he can still feel it, the thought of all the germs and dirt and god , the trash, the wet trash --

how would that feel?

--his body jerks violently and he falls to his knees.

He wants to yell. But even that would feel wrong. He’d feel his voice in his teeth for god’s sake.

He takes off his gloves, but he isn’t even able to enjoy the cool breeze hitting his now exposed hands because his nails, his fucking nails , they hit the concrete and scrape lightly. The feeling sends shivers down his entire body and makes him rip his hands away as if he had been burned, and bite down hard on his fingers. He can’t fucking stand it. He- it’s too much. It’s all too much. 

nails on chalkboard 

silverware scraping

that man coughing down the street

the smell of approaching rain

metal on your teeth

blood under your nails

flesh squelching in the rubble

sickening crunch 

his breath on your face

digging in your skin

too heavy too close he’ll kill you he’ll kill you

His thoughts spiral, he can’t control it. One bad feeling, and he can’t stop thinking about the other bad feelings just like it, and it keeps going until his brain reaches the end of its list. 

He hates this. He hates that his brain even does this, that it even thinks it’s the right course of action. Nobody else’s brain does this, he bets. Why is his so dumb that it can’t even realize it’s only making things worse? 

Miles keeps biting on his fingers and starts biting on the rest of his hands when the feelings aren’t going away. He tries to him to his favorite song to calm down, but it doesn’t work- nothing is working-

Gwen is here, he vaguely registers in his mind when a black and white blur lands in front of him. She’s here, and she’s grabbing his wrists and pulling his hands out of his mouth, and she’s trying to hold him. He scrambles back, but she catches him and lifts him bridal style. Miles tries to kick out and shoves his hand in her face to make her drop him, but she holds on as tightly as possible. The pressure from her fingers digging into him is- good. Bad. It’s just more touch - he doesn’t want touch right now, he wants pressure-

holding you down you’re a mistake breaking your neck is so easy keep fighting keep fighting 

“I know,” he hears faintly. Was that him, or Gwen?

He keeps thrashing in Gwen’s hold, almost escaping once when he bit her shoulder and started to scratch, as she hopped from rooftop to rooftop. It was all a blur, he could only focus on how her heartbeat was too loud, and the feeling of her fingers and just her being so close was confusing his stupid fucking brain, it was all good, but it was actually all bad because he didn’t want that now, it made it worse actually.

“I’m sorry, I know,” he hears Gwen apologize to him. 

God. Someone end it. Someone cut him out of his skin. He can’t be here. He tries to wiggle out of her grasp one last time before he gives up and brings his hands back up to his mouth to bite down, to have any sort of control over anything he’s feeling.

“It’ll be okay,” Gwen whispers- still too loud.

He doesn’t really remember much else.

___

Miles rouses slowly. His eyes don’t open immediately when he tries, the crust is uncomfortable on his skin, and his limbs feel like they were made of stone. He turns his head to the side, only to be met with webbing. He moves his body slightly, feeling himself swing. So he’s in a hammock then. That’s fine, it’s better than waking up on the floor. Or that rooftop.

Wait, the roof, Gwen, he bit Gwen-

He sits up and looks out of the hammock as best as he can, quickly spotting the girl gently rubbing her now bandaged shoulder with a solemn expression. Quickly scrambling out and crawling down to be next to her, apologizing before he even hits the ground.

“Gwen, I am so sorry, I have no idea what came over me, I don’t know why I did that to you, I’m so sorry-”

Gwen stops him, “Miles, calm down, I’m fine, see?” She gestures to her shoulder, and his eyes trail down and catch her bandaged hand.

He doesn’t even remember that one, and that makes him feel even worse. Shame curls in his gut, makes his fingers twitch, he feels disgusting.

“Listen, you aren’t disgusting,” Gwen says gently, “you were scared and in pain, you might have been overstimulated. I know it gets really hard to control what you do. I’ve done, like, the same thing.” 

Miles nods, not believing her.

“Seriously Miles. I’m not mad or anything.”

Yeah right. Who wouldn’t be mad after being bit and just… being forced to deal with whatever that was. Even he’s mad about it, because it never lasts. It always ends eventually, he doesn’t know why he was being so dramatic and violent when he could have just stayed still and dealt with it until it passed.

It’s whatever. It’s over now, and Gwen is clearly trying to move on from it. He shouldn’t make her more upset. Talking with her is already like walking a tightrope, lately.

“I uh, I wrapped you up in that hammock. Did that help? You said- well, not really said, it was more like… mumbling, that you just wanted pressure. So did that help at all?” Gwen stumbles through asking, fiddling with her hands and furrowing her brow.

Her question takes him out of his thoughts for a second. “I guess it did,” Miles says after a moment of consideration. He honestly wasn’t sure how he was feeling, but he certainly wasn’t feeling bad, so that’s definitely an improvement. He’d have to keep this hammock idea in mind, how did he never think of that?

And like the strings controlling her had been cut, her shoulders drooping and lenses closing as she breathes out a sigh of relief (look at what you did to her, Miles), Gwen reaches out to him. She stops right before they make contact, allowing Miles to move forward and finish the hug. Gwen hugs tighter, but in weird waves, like she doesn’t actually know how long a hug is supposed to last and keeps trying to part when she thinks she should. Miles loves it anyway, because it’s Gwen, and the last time she hugged him this tight was when… oh, nevermind that. He doesn’t want to think about that right now.

Gwen’s hug tightens again, and he feels the tension in his body slipping away.

___

The one thug that’s still conscious decides to try his luck at talking with him. 

“So I noticed something…”

Congratulations , Miles doesn’t say. He doesn’t have the energy to speak to anybody for the night, and while people didn’t really like that because it also tended to mean Peter was ready to beat someone to a pulp, they’ve learned that sometimes the new Spider-Man was just… didn’t speak.

“Why are you organizing us by shoe size? And you got Har- um, gray tennis shoes wrong. He wears a size 11.”

A good save on the name reveal AND a correction so his order is perfect? Well mister, looks like you’re walking away scott-free tonight!

Just kidding . Miles smiles to himself as he picks up “Gray Tennis Shoes” and places him in between Blue Nikes (size 10)  and Black Boots (size 12 and a half). He turns back towards the talking thug, pointing to his shoes, who sighs before answering, “Size 7. And a half.”

Miles smiles wider as he drags the cocooned man to the right spot, and begins walking away to investigate the den.

“Wait, you didn’t answer my question! Why are you organizing us like this?” The man calls out to him, trying to sit up but failing. 

Because he overheard cops on duty making fun of the way he organized people by their hair color last time. He had to go for something a bit less noticeable. Obviously. 

But Miles doesn’t say any of this, because he just doesn’t want to. Not like he had to answer that guy anyway.

___

Now, don’t get him wrong. He doesn’t have complete control over when he wants to speak or not, as much as he’d like to pretend he does to save himself some embarrassment from admitting it. And it seems to be both random and stress-induced, which is already bad when you’re Spider-Man. Most of your days are extremely stressful with worrying about the best outcomes, the best and most effective ways to save people in danger, time management because of school or a job interview or a party your parents threw that you cannot be late for again, the usual. The simple moments to help around are like a mini-break where he can take his time to breathe and get a second wind, so they’re greatly appreciated. Don’t even get him started on the power-naps he can sometimes sneak in if it’s a calm enough day with just the right temperature and breeze…

Off track. Basically, he can’t always control if he goes silent or not.

Right now, during the cleanup after a fight, where all the debris is moved to small piles for him and others to clean up, and any civilians injured are given medical attention immediately or taken away to hospitals, he can’t speak. The villain- which looked surprisingly too high definition- only stopped attacking after it heard a little girl screaming, and it was pulled through a portal by a red, blue, and white hand. Miles didn’t even care about a Rhino from a different dimension somehow turning up here, and what that could mean about the (worsening) stability of his dimension, he just wanted to curl up somewhere nice and dark, and sleep for fifteen hours.

But Spider-Man has a duty to the people.

He removes the last bit of rubble from on top of a woman’s car, tears in her eyes as he guides her away from the smashed vehicle. She’s certainly going to have to replace it, but she definitely has bigger things to worry about, like the glass sticking out of her arm from jumping through the storefront window to avoid the Rhino’s rampage. 

That was pretty badass of you, he can’t say. He frowns. He wanted to make her feel a bit better. That’s one of the many drawbacks of this unwilling silence, it prevented him from comforting people in the way he knows best: talking their ear off until they’re too absorbed in (or annoyed by) his ramblings to freak out.

He sits with her in an ambulance that’s treating the people with more minor injuries. The paramedics are stretched thin, so he’s here taking the smallest pieces out of her arm while the paramedic is on her other side and checking for a concussion. 

The woman winces.

Sorry, he can’t say, but he looks up with a sad expression to meet her own exhausted and tear-streaked face, and knows the message isn’t getting across.

He goes back to pulling the glass out. He can’t even apologize for all the pain he’s causing her.

Focus, Miles.

“Spider-Man, you’re alright?” The paramedic asks after the woman is cleared and sent off. The hospitals have been at their highest capacity since… ugh. He doesn’t want to think about it when he has something to focus on now. “Not a talking day?”

Miles shakes his head, already making his way to help other people.

The entire time he’s pulling more glass shards out, holding more hands through painful processes and anxious checkups, hugging more children and holding more babies as the parents are found and reunited, simply sitting with those too shocked to even understand what had just happened, not once does the barrier come down. The people look to him for words of encouragement, assurances that it’ll be okay, they cling tighter to him and hope he’ll say something kind to ease their fear, that the person on the stretcher will survive and heal just fine. 

And it breaks his heart when people see he won’t say anything, it makes him feel so useless, what is he even sticking around for? He sees the hope leave their eyes, sees it replaced by grief, by horror, by nothingness. Nothingness is the worst, if you ask him. They’ve given up because he can’t even muster up enough strength to say a few simple words. It shouldn’t be this hard for him, Spider-Man, to say “you’re okay” or “take a breath” for god’s sake! If he could, he would yell until his throat was raw about how he was sorry for all this pain he’s only made worse. How everyone would be fine, just don’t look at the bodies! How they just needed to follow his breathing, and to follow him to the ambulance! Don’t worry about your destroyed car! How he’ll do better, he won’t let something like this happen again, how didn’t want this, didn’t choose this, he wants to tell them so bad-

But he can’t. So he doesn’t.

The probably-now-orphaned girl clings to his legs as they stand in front of a pile of rubble Miles hadn’t moved yet. He knew there were bodies (or what used to be bodies, anyway) under there, heard the heartbeats instantly stop while the Rhino threw the hunk of concrete so he could hold Miles down and slam his fist into his entire body. He thinks she was the one who screamed and stopped that Rhino for enough seconds to be taken away. There was blood splattered on the bottom of her frilly green dress, and all over her legs and shoes, and Miles just hopes she has family somewhere that’ll take her in. 

He really should move her away from this. At least cover her eyes.

You’re a hero, he can’t say. And I know it doesn’t mean anything right now, but you’ve saved a lot of people, he hopes his look to her gets across. You saved me.

The girl looks up at him with angry eyes and a dirty face, clean lines created by her tears going down her cheeks. Some good that did, she’s saying.

Miles says nothing, because of course he doesn’t, and holds her hand as they walk to an ambulance. She needs that blood cleaned off her.

___

Miles sobs into Ganke’s pillow, wishing the boy would return from the nurse’s office quicker. It’s been a week since then, and now he’s finally able to talk. So of course the first thing his brain makes him do is cry so hard he can’t even breathe properly. Ganke was appropriately freaked out by his sudden crying spell, and went to go get an ice pack for him for the headache that was sure to follow. 

The hiccups are bordering on painful now, his teeth and jaw aching from grinding his teeth so he doesn’t cry too loud when he needs to take a break from practically suffocating himself in the pillow. He can still see the blood on the ground, on the rubble, and on the little girl’s dress. 

He closes his eyes and covers his ears, for a reason he doesn’t understand, curling up and sobbing some more into the pillow. He tries to dig his toenails into his other foot’s skin, the pain doing nothing but making him flinch. Maybe it just wasn’t the right spot to get rid of it, these thoughts. If he found the right spot, maybe even combination, his brain would focus on the pain instead of these horrible memories. 

He removes his face from the pillow and bites down on his hand and scratches at the side of his face, his thighs, his neck, any skin he can reach. He finally feels the switch from “slightly painful and annoying” to “very painful, we’re in danger” like a gentle wave, and releases his hand from his jaw, letting out a weak cough of relief as he falls limply back onto the bed. His breathing makes it sound like he just ran a marathon, and It aches and burns like he just did too. A lot. His mind is blessedly empty and numb, he realizes, as his eyes struggle to stay open. What’s he fighting it for again?

Ganke. Right. Ganke was coming back with an ice pack for the headache that hasn’t hit yet. Stay awake for Ganke.

He inhales his friend’s faint scent from the pillow and sheets, and feels the dip in the mattress from where Ganke sleeps, a bit off center. Miles always tells him to flip his mattress, but he never does.

He faintly hears the door opening over the blood rushing in his ears, and feels a hand grab his own. The touch is gentle, but is gone before he has the chance to lean into it. There’s a welcomed cold sensation on his forehead, making him shudder and sigh.

And he’s waking up, the alarm screeching into his ear and making him groan in annoyance. He goes to smash the alarm clock, but a hand catches his before it could do any damage.

“Not this time man,” Ganke’s sleepy voice scolded from above, “we aren’t replacing that thing again.”

Above?

Miles opened his eyes, realizing he was in Ganke’s bunk. Oops. An apology was already on his lips as he peeked out from under the bunk, but it died on the tip of his tongue at the sight of Ganke’s bed-head, squinted eyes, and scrunched up nose. 

“You good? Because I had to take care of your hand last night,” the boy asks with a yawn.

Miles looks down at his hands and his eyes widen in shock. His right hand was bandaged up in a white gauze, albeit a little sloppily, like Ganke was in a rush or something when he did it.

“Yeah, sorry if it looks bad. It’s just that I wasn’t really expecting you to break skin,” the boy tells him, “have you seen my glasses?”

“They’re on your forehead,” Miles tells him in a fond tone, “and thanks man. I know it’s weird-”

“Uh uhn, don’t start that now. It’s too early in the morning for me to talk with you about if anything’s weird or not.”

Miles shrugs and rolls his eyes. “It’s always too early in the morning for you,” he says as he tries to find his clothes to get ready for the day.

___

Dear Diary,

Haven’t been the best lately. It’s like i’ve only been hurting people and myself. I bit Gwen a few weeks ago, then i couldn’t speak and help people when that Rhino dude came, and last night i bit my own hand. I know it’s bad and gross, but it feels like it’s the only thing i can do sometimes even when i can’t really control it. And it works for me most of the time so it’s real confusing. It’s like i don’t have control, and then next thing i know i’m biting myself, and i’m calmer. Ganke says it’s not weird, just worrying, but i’ve never seen anyone else do it. Guess i never really bothered to look it up either because i know it’s bad. wanted to end this entry on a good note but i can’t think of anything. tomorrow is another day though so there’s that.

Part 2 >>>

[duffslut]

Teach you a lesson

Steven Adler x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 747

Warnings: Smut! Domination kink, Spanking kink, Daddy kink, Oral Sex, Dacryphilia, etc. Minors Dni.

- Argh. - You muttered rolling your eyes, resting your heels on the couch to get them off your feet. - And what does that mean? - You asked Steven, who was having a jealous fit after going out with you to a party where his bandmates were.

- That means. - Steven said. - That I don't want my girlfriend talking to other men, no matter who it is! - He raised his voice, and you got scared, you had never seen him so angry before.

You took off your heels and walked over to your boyfriend, laying your head on his shoulder to soothe him.

- You don't need to be jealous of me love. - You said, lifting your head and approaching to kiss him.

Steven stopped you from getting any closer and wrapped his hand around your neck, pulling you away from him.

- Yes I need. - He said, clenching his teeth. - Until you learn not to behave like a bitch, I'll have to teach you a lesson.

Your eyes met Steven's and you could see the malice and anger in his eyes as his fingers tightened around your throat, you had no choice but to nod, even though you didn't know what Steven was planning to do to you. Your body fell weakly to the floor as soon as his hand left your neck, Steven started to take off his clothes right there in the middle of the room, and then he lowered himself to the ground, you didn't dare say a word, as soon as you saw Steven's hard cock pop out as he pulled his pants down, you knew what was about to happen.

- I'll show you how a real man punishes a brat like you. - Steven said, spitting in your face and then getting up and walking over to the couch.

You were desperate and worse, too horny by his dominance to get up off the floor, so you crawled across the room after your boyfriend.

- Take that dress off. - Steven ordered when you stopped on your knees in front of him, who was sitting naked on the couch.

You obeyed, taking off your dress and leaving only your thin fabric panties, Steven clapped his hands on his own thighs, indicating you to climb onto his lap.

- Count with me. - Steven said after adjusting your body easily on his lap, laying you on your stomach leaving your ass perched for him.

You were still bewildered, having no idea what he was talking about, all you cared about at the moment was his hard cock rubbing against your skin, and your soggy pussy underneath your panties.

- One! - Steven said suddenly, right after you felt his hand hit your ass hard, making your skin burn. - If you don't count, I'll start from the beginning again.

You moaned and whimpered with every slap Steven gave your ass, your eyes were already tearing up when he finally reached ten.

You were taken by surprise when your panties were pulled aside and two long fingers began to slide in and out of you, Steven was finger fucking your pussy with no mercy, going faster by the second while you literally cried horny in his lap. You used your hands to massage and squeeze your own tits looking for some touch to distract you from coming so fast in Steven's fingers.

You never imagined Steven treating you that way, he was always so respectful and calm with you, so much so that you ended up taking too much advantage of his kindness, and now you're suffering the consequences, moaning like a slut, totally at his mercy.

- Aw fuck! Stevie... fuck! You moaned, moving your body uncontrollably in his lap, feeling your whole body finally relax for a few quick seconds as you came.

You were still in a trance when you slowly got up from Steven's lap, he allowed you to kiss his face for a few seconds, but he didn't reciprocate when you tried to kiss him on the lips.

- Satisfy daddy a little my pretty little whore. - Steven asked, and you went back to kneeling on the floor between his legs.

Your mouth was watering to suck Steven's big, pink cock, you started licking upwards, running your tongue along the veins of his cock before reaching the tip and playing with the liquid that oozed non-stop.

Steven looked down on you with satisfaction, with a smirk on his lips, looking mesmerized as he watched how hungrily you swallowed his cock down your throat.

[jaybleu25]

Take Me Home (Part 2) - "Have Hope"

Part 1: Here

Finally decided to make the end of this story! I felt it deserved a proper ending after being left on a cliffhanger for so long. So, here it is!

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Time: HS Years; Bros are in 10th grade, Bowser's in 11th.

Setting: Peach's Castle.

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...

Arriving back at the castle, Luigi still hadn't let go of Mario's hand. Usually in situations like these, after Bowser does something like this, Luigi has a hard time being on his own. Thankfully, Mario was there the whole time to support him.

After a few minutes, as the brothers walked deeper into the castle, they ended up running into Toadsworth, who was just finishing a conversation with another Toad who was working in the castle.

"Oh, hello you two," said Toadsworth.

Just like Mario had predicted, Toadsworth was quick to notice that something was up. He noticed the brothers holding hands, but the main thing he took notice of was how uncomfortable Luigi looked.

"Is everything alright?" Toadsworth asked.

Luigi would look at Mario. He didn't feel comfortable explaining the situation, especially not a second time. Seeing the look on Luigi's face however, Mario decided to explain for him. Thankfully for Luigi, Mario left out the detail of who exactly caused the damage to his arm; Luigi didn't really want to cause conflict between Toadsworth and a prince of all people.

However, after hearing what happened from Mario, Toadsworth was immediately concerned. He then told the brothers to go to their bedroom, and he quickly walked away to look for a first-aid kit inside the castle.

Upon entering the bedroom, Luigi walked over to the couch he and Mario both slept on, and he fell on top of it face first. He ended up hitting his arm against the couch in the process, causing him to wince in pain once again. He then groaned into the couch.

After Mario put all of his and Luigi's belongings on the floor, he sat next to Luigi on the couch.

"You alright..?" Mario asked after seeing Luigi flop onto the couch.

Luigi turned onto his left side, facing away from Mario and looking towards the back of the couch. He curled up into a ball, holding onto his right arm.

"A-After everything that's happened this week...I've...kinda lost hope that it's gonna be good," Luigi muttered.

"Weegee..." Mario said sadly.

Mario would put his hand on Luigi's shoulder to comfort him.

"You need to have more hope," said Mario. "Maybe tomorrow will be better."

"It's hard to have hope when it's just been bad day after bad day..." Luigi responded.

This week was indeed rough for Luigi. Bad things kept happening to him repeatedly. He kept running into Bowser while at school, which would always end up with him either getting verbally attacked or physically attacked. Not only that, but his other peers weren't exactly the nicest to him either. Mario did his best to help in those situations, but with them not having certain classes together, it was harder for Mario to help.

"I know..." said Mario, looking down at the ground. "But you shouldn't give up. Keep pushing through."

Luigi would turn once more while laying down, now on his back. He'd look at Mario with a clearly upset look on his face.

"It's hard," Luigi trembled.

"I know, bro..." Mario responded, giving his brother a hug. "But it will get better. That's what you told me."

Luigi remembered telling that to Mario during the summer. Luigi was still healing from Bowser's attack at the time, and he could tell Mario wasn't taking what happened that well. Mario blamed himself a lot back then, for not being there to stop it earlier and for not knowing what was going on. However, Luigi told him that things will get better soon, and they did.

"I dunno if I should follow my own advice..." Luigi muttered.

"You should," said Mario. "It's good advice."

"Are you sure..?" Luigi asked.

"Mhm!" Mario hummed. "It's helped me a lot."

Hearing that, Luigi smiled a little. Mario helped to cheer him up.

However, the positive mood soon changed when Toadsworth walked into the room, holding a first-aid kit in his right hand. A sense of nervousness came over Luigi as he sat up on the couch. Wanting to help calm Luigi down, Mario wrapped his arm around his brother like a sort of side-hug. It did help a little, and Luigi felt a bit more relaxed.

After wrapping a few bandages around Luigi's right arm (this was because there were a few small scratches caused by Bowser directly grabbing Luigi's arm), Toadsworth was finished. Unfortunately, the scratches were near the bruise, which meant the bandages had to be put close to it. This put pressure on Luigi's bruised arm, which hurt quite a lot, but he knew it would be best to keep the bandages on.

Despite that, the moment Toadsworth left the room, Luigi immediately buried his face in Mario's shoulder and groaned in pain.

"I'm sorry, bro..." said Mario. "You won't need it after a day or two though. You just need to wait it out."

"Fa male..." Luigi winced.

"How about you try taking a nap?" Mario suggested. "Maybe that'll help."

Almost immediately, after Mario suggested the idea, Luigi fell asleep against Mario's shoulder. He was quite tired, after all. Normally, Mario and Luigi would take a warp pipe to get back to the castle so it would be quicker, but with the state Luigi was in earlier, Mario didn't want to take any risks.

Gently, Mario then helped to get Luigi properly laid down on the couch, covering him in a big blue and white blanket that both he and Mario usually shared. After making sure Luigi was comfortable, Mario then got prepared for bed himself, joining his brother in slumber to keep him company.

-END-

[hitaka5ever]

Rocky and the Teen Titans

Chapter 1 can be read here: https://hitaka5ever.tumblr.com/post/710467362483290112/

Rocky stared hard at Robin, unable to believe it. What did all of this mean? How did a man, that he never met in his life, know his name? Why did he even matter? Why him specifically? What did Slade want with him?

“I don’t understand,” Rocky said. “Why was he looking for me? Did he say why?”

Robin shook his head. “Slade never reveals his plans, so I don’t know. I suppose he didn’t trust me to release that information to me then. Sometimes I go back and try to figure it all out, but I haven’t any answers. I was kind of hoping you would know, but clearly you don’t. If I had any new information, I would share it with you, now that you’re involved with us. Which is why I hope you’ll stay longer than just tonight. Maybe we can figure things out together if you stayed.” With his explanation done, Robin turned off the TV before moving to stand in front of the Titans. “So, would you like to become a temporary member of the team, in case Slade attacks again? Maybe then he’ll give us some answers.”

There was a long pause as Rocky thought long and hard about this proposal. It had been a while since he stayed with like-minded individuals, so maybe it was time to do it again.

Taking a deep breath, Rocky finally answered, “Okay, I will stay with you guys for a while. You’ve captured my interest with this Slade character. If I am the person he is looking for, and he goes after Jump City again, I want to be here when he does.”

Smiling and reaching into his yellow utility belt, Robin stepped forward and removed a round, black and yellow device with a short antenna on the top from it. He held it out to Rocky, saying, “Welcome to the team, Rocky. Let us figure all of this out, together.”

Reaching forward after a split second’s hesitation, Rocky grabbed Robin’s hand, feeling the hard metal device press against his palm. “I would be honored to become a Titan.”

“Booyah!”

“Heck yeah, new buddy to hangout with!”

“Oh glorious friend!”

“Yeah, what they all said.”

As he stared at them, a smile gradually appeared on Rocky’s face, believing this to be the start of a very wonderful friendship...

That night, and after everyone had dinner and went to bed, Rocky laid on the couch with his hands behind his head as he stared at the high, pitch black ceiling. He kept thinking back to everything Robin had told him and kept seeing Slade’s face flash into his mind. Why did this man seem so familiar to him? Rocky couldn’t remember his childhood before a certain age, so could he have possibly met Slade without remembering doing so?And once he saw this man, would those memories immediately come flooding back to him, or would he still not know? That time just felt like so, so long ago.

Closing his eyes and sighing, Rocky rolled over onto his side, scratched a sudden itch on the side of his neck, and then closed his eyes to try falling asleep, not knowing what would be within his dreams, until it was too late...

In the darkness, there was the sound of a young child yelling, the clapping of two hands at the inner-wrists, and then a frightening sounding blast, which was followed by a bright black and white light.

“Rocky stop-!” a strange-sounding man’s voice yelled.

But he was too late. As the blast hit its target, a terrifying scream of absolute agony filled the darkness...

And then there was nothing.

A pair of pale white feet stepped up to a gloved hand that lay limp on a black floor. Standing above the limp and mangled body of a strangely dressed man, Rocky stared down at him in confused curiosity. A ghostly feeling passed through his entire body the longer he stared at this man, only just learning of his existence today. Only one thought crossed Rocky’s mind.

“Do I...know you...?”

And that was all Rocky said before the darkness swallowed both men whole...

Back on the couch, Rocky woke with a start, jumping up into a sitting position and panting down at his blanket-covered legs. His eyes were wide open in astonishment and he was covered in a cold sweat. What in Sam’s Hell had that nightmare been about?

It didn’t take long for Rocky to calm down and think rationally again. He thought back to his dream, only remembering standing by a heavily-armored, masked man that he did not know anything about aside from his name. His body had been bloody and mangled, but he had been alive. Which seemed impossible of course, but maybe this Slade guy was more than meets the eye.

Sighing, Rocky pushed the blanket off, turned his cold legs around, and then forcefully stood up, deciding to get a drink of water before trying to go back to sleep again. He entered the kitchen, got a glass from the cupboard, and went to the refrigerator. He grabbed a full glass of water, returned to the couch, and sat down with the cup in both hands. He stared down at the floor with tired eyes as he kept going back to the end of his dream. Rocky hated not understanding what any of this meant. How did he know Slade if he had never met him before? Why was all of this coming up now and not before? Had it been coincidence that he ended up in Jump City, met the Titans, and learned of an interesting situation that involved Robin in all of this, or was he destined to be there?

“Whatever the reason, I will find out,” Rocky whispered before taking a long swallow of water.

After drinking most of the water, Rocky set it on the coffee table, laid back down, and went back to sleep.

The next morning, Rocky didn’t tell the Titans of his dream as they were sat down to eat a good breakfast that morning. The teens were chatting away, deciding on what they’d do that day if bad guys didn’t show up to terrorize the city. Robin wanted to get some training in with everyone in their large gym two floors down. Beast Boy and Cyborg argued over the type of movie they wanted to watch for movie night before bed. Starfire was trying to convince Raven to paint their toenails and fingernails together, but she respectfully declined. Rocky was mostly silent as he ate a small stack of chocolate chip pancakes.

“So, Rocky, are you a fighter by chance?” Raven suddenly asked.

Perking up, Rocky sat up a little straighter. “Oh, yeah. I’ve even been in combat tournaments before.”

“What about powers? I can sense that you’re not a normal human.”

“Oh, well, I can manipulate the elements and transform into a wolf.”

“Dude, seriously?!” Beast Boy asked excitedly. “Heck yeah, another changeling!”

Rocky snorted in amusement. “I prefer the term Morpher, but yes. What animal can you change into?”

Beast Boy grinned. “All of them, alive or extinct! You’ll see whenever we fight some baddies!”

“He can see when we train today,” Robin said before finishing his orange juice.

After breakfast and some cleaning chores, Robin told everyone to meet downstairs for training. Rocky followed them onto an elevator and descended with them. They entered the gym after going down a short hallway.

“Warm-ups first and then a robot fighting exercise to show off some of our powers and abilities,” Robin said. “Rocky can show us his stuff last.”

While Cyborg, Beast Boy, Starfire, and Raven did stretches, push-ups, and crunches, Robin went off to a storage unit and opened the door. Not needing to warm-up, Rocky followed and watched him from the open doorway. Inside were cabinets and boxes, along with human-shaped robots near the back. They all had claws on their hands and orange circles covered the center of their faces. Robin was working on dragging one out of the unit. Rocky stepped aside to allow him to pass.

“These are interesting. Did you guys make them?”

Robin got the robot standing. “No, Slade originally made them. Cyborg confiscated one of these from the warehouse where the chronoton detonator had been and he made copies. They’re actually good practice. We’ve been studying up on their weaknesses and strengths in order to defeat them faster, in case Slade showed up again. Practice has been on hold for a while now though.”

“Mh.” Rocky knew he didn’t have to worry about learning too much about these robots. He could destroy quite a few with just a single attack if he wanted to. “So there’s one thing I can do that I didn’t tell you, mainly because it’s easier if I showed it to you, but I’ll explain it all afterward.”

“Fine by me.”

After Robin did his warm-ups, it was time for the Titans to show Rocky what they could do. First was Starfire. Rocky observed her as she flew in towards the robot at the end of the arena, her hands glowing green. He recognized it as energy attacks, which was a common attack for super-powered folks, but these ones were strictly green. The robot stepped back when she threw a blast at it. It hit the floor and vanished, leaving behind a burnt remnant. Starfire then tried an eye blast with the same green glow, catching it in the chest. It fell and crashed into the floor, unmoving. Starfire stopped mid-flight to stare at it.

“Beast Boy, your turn,” Robin commanded.

Starfire flew back to her spot next to Robin as Beast Boy charged in as a rhino. The robot started to get up and was back on its feet when the green mammal rammed his horns into its gut. He smashed it into the wall and then jerked his head to throw it aside. There was a hole in the robot’s stomach, but it managed to stand up anyway. Next was Raven, who used black energy instead of green to lift the robot into the air and throw it into the ceiling and then the wall. Rocky recognized it as mind telekinesis. Then it was Cyborg’s turn. His arm turned into a cannon, which fired off a blue beam with white rings around it. The robot spun around as it hit its side, knocking it off balance. Lastly, Robin went in with a bo staff, a metal rod that could inflict major damage if wielded and used correctly. The robot aimed a clawed hand at his face, but he quickly sidestepped it, turned around, and whacked it in the base of its neck. The robot crashed face-first into the floor, sliding forward a few inches. Walking around it, Robin returned to the group and looked at Rocky.

“Ready?”

“I just hope you all are.”

Rocky moved onto the arena, diagonally from the robot. It was back on its feet, staring at him. Stopping across from it, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply before bending his knees, holding his right hand off to the side, and forming a ball of fire. Holding his hand behind him and keeping it slightly bent at the elbow, Rocky charged at the robot, wisps of flame and smoke trailing behind him. The robot immediately got into a fighting stance when it realized it was being threatened. When he was ten feet away, Rocky leaped into the air, lifted his fireball in the air, and then aimed it at the robot’s face. It quickly jumped back, but Rocky almost instantly changed tactics. He dropped to the floor in a half-crouch and then thrust his body forward, outstretching his arm and hand to smash the fireball into its belly.

“Man, he’s fast,” Cyborg said in awe.

Behind him and staring with narrowed eyes at Rocky as he continued to battle the still functioning robot despite the attack to its middle, Raven could faintly see a strange aura surrounding Rocky that was invisible to the naked or untrained eye. But Raven was half a demon, so she could see things that her friends could not. When she saw a quick flash of two glowing red symbols in her mind, she had a severe case of déjà vu.

‘So the legend of the In-Between is real...’

Raven had only read scriptures of long since dead languages regarding entities known as “In-Betweens”, but they painted a very vivid picture. One of the unique traits of knowing an In-Between versus any other magical or supernatural creature was the symbols that had appeared in Raven’s mind. In the world of Christianity, these symbols were called the Mark of God (Omega) and the Mark of Satan (Alpha).

“You sense it too, huh, Rae?” a voice whispered beside her.

Raven glanced an amethyst eye at Beast Boy, who was looking at her sincerely. “Yes, yes I do.”

Robin glanced at both of them, curious to know what they knew that the rest of them didn’t.

Meanwhile, Rocky was using every element to show them off to the Titans, even showing them that he could combine them to make new elements, such as lava and steel. He only used very minimal power to avoid completely obliterating the robot, but it was still causing massive damage.

“Feel free to destroy it if need be! We can always make more!” Robin yelled as he barely saw the hesitation.

Nodding, Rocky decided to show them something even more extraordinary now that he didn’t have to fully restrain himself. Throwing himself far back from the robot, he lifted both hands, created two elemental balls for each one, and then he carefully brought them together to make a black and white ball of massive energy. He then held the new ball with both hands by his right side, using the same stance that his friend Goku always used, pressed his feet hard into the floor, and then shoved off like a rocket, issuing a battle cry as he began to bring his hands and the ball forward, aiming straight for the robot.

As if sensing the massive danger about to be inflicted on it, the robot’s eyes widened and it tried to jump away from Rocky, but it was too slow. Instantly stopping directly in front of it, Rocky finished thrusting his hands forward, shoving the ball as hard as he could towards the robot’s sternum.

“Magic EIGHT BALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!”

The loud and devastating sound of metal, gears, and other mechanical components as they burst out of the robot filled the training room. From the sidelines, all the Titans were staring in shocked amazement at what they were witnessing. The robot was flying back fast and hard, a gaping hole showing in its body and metal pieces flying out of its back. It soon crashed into the wall, which was a good twenty feet away.

“Holy shi-!

“Oh heaven’s grokashen...”

“Dude.”

“Well, that’s certainly one way to do it...”

When the robot lay unmoving on the floor after it fell from the wall, Rocky stood up straight, cracked his neck, and then turned away from the robot, heading for the Titans that were still utterly speechless. He quickly noticed their looks, smiling weakly.

“Hey, y’all asked for it, so I delivered.” Stopping a few feet from them, he added, “That was what I like to call a Magic Eight Ball Attack. I combine the four elements into a single massive ball and hit something with all I’ve got. I can make them much bigger than that one.”

No one spoke for a few seconds longer, but then Robin recovered and stepped forward. “That was impressive work. You’ve been trained well.”

“Yeah, but there’s still more room for improvement,” Rocky stated.

“Well sa-”

Before Robin could finish, an alarm suddenly sounded within the room and a specific location on each Titan began to beep and flash a light. In his pocket, Rocky felt a vibration coming from the communicator that Robin had given him yesterday. Reaching into his utility belt for his own communicator, Robin flipped the lid, saw what was on the radar, and then he narrowed his eyes at it. Rocky blinked, curious to know what was going on within the city.

“Robin-” Raven began.

Tch-ing, Robin closed the lid with a snap, placed the communicator back in his belt, and then looked up and turned to face all of them. “It’s Slade. He’s back.”

[moonctzeny]

Not sure if anyone has asked for this yet but may I request Mark and number 30 for the nsfw drabbles? 🥺

mark + phone sex

genre: smut, fluff

wc: 866

warnings: masturbation, phone sex, praise, fingering

a/n: hii hope you like this anon 💘💘

Mark couldn’t have known how much the picture you sent him would affect him when he got the notification.

There you were, sitting on your bedroom’s floor in front of your full-body mirror, legs open and facing the camera. Your underwear was nowhere to be found, only one of Mark’s t-shirts was covering your body, and if that wasn’t already turning him on impossibly much then the fingers over your glistening pussy definitely did the job.

There wasn’t much he could do, sitting on the couch of their dressing room after just being done with his makeup. He was only glad he decided to turn his phone away from Johnny before opening the message, out of a hunch. Awkwardly pulling the sweater he had on for the performance over his crotch, he excused himself to the restroom.

The call rang only once before you answered, your voice telling of the smug smile stretching out your face; you were expecting him to call.

“Hey”

“Yo”, he answers, breathless. “What’s up with the pic?”

“You liked it?”

“So fucking sexy.”

He walks around the area a little, checking to see if anyone was there. He had a feeling this conversation would end up needing complete privacy.

“I just missed you”, you mewl, and Mark can clearly hear your duvet covers shifting in the background. He can picture it so vibrantly: you naked, wearing your messy hair and the tee he’s left at your place, laying in bed. His cock twitches in his skinny jeans, begging to be freed, and he quickly locks himself inside a stall.

“What are you doing right now?”, he asks you as he unbuttons his pants, palming himself over his briefs.

“I woke up and you weren’t there but I was really horny. I couldn’t help but touch myself..”

Unable to contain his hard-on under the fabric anymore, Mark pushes his underwear down his thighs, letting his dick slap against his lower stomach. He can faintly pick up the sound of your fingers spreading your wetness around. Every second of this call drove him crazier.

“And you decided to show me just to torture me?”

“Well, I was kinda wishing you’d call. I wanted to hear your voice.”

“Got what you wished for, baby?”

“Not really”, you pout, moaning lightly when your index grazes your clit, “Your dick feels so much better.”

“Fuck”

Letting out a low growl from the back of his throat, he wraps his fist around his member, slowly jerking himself off. The way your voice breaks from neediness has him dripping out already. He knows he won’t last long.

“Slip two fingers in for me”, he whispers on his phone, already panting as he pumps his dick some more. “How does it feel?”

“My pussy feels so hot”, you whimper, but sigh out in pleasure once you get used to the stretch. “It’s a tight fit”

“Can’t even fit a couple of fingers in? But you always take me so well.”

“It’s been too long”, you whine, and a wave of guilt washes over Mark momentarily. “I need more”

“Once I get home”, he promises, and picks up the pace of his movements as your moans grow in intensity. “Don’t care how tired I am. I’m gonna fuck you ‘til your legs give out.”

“Mark, I’m gonna cum”, you warn him, fingertips hitting your g-spot now. It feels so different when he’s there for you. Even if he’s not physically in your room with you, you still feel butterflies in your lower stomach at his words. It’s just so easy to imagine that he’s right next to you, half-covered under your sheets like on your favorite lazy mornings, when his lips find the hollow of your neck and his fingers wake you from your slumber.

“Me too baby, fuck. I wanna hear my girl cum all pretty for me.”

You moan his name out per his request when your orgasm hits you, your moans triggering his own. Ropes of cum fill his fist, dripping down his fingers. He can’t help himself from groaning from the much-needed relief, letting out a chuckle as he cleans himself up.

“I love you.”

“I love you too”, you coo, your body feeling light as a feather and your heart full of your boyfriend. “Good luck today, okay? I’m cheering for you”

“Thank you, baby. And I’ll keep my promise! Just wait for me.”

“Will do Marky”, you giggle, not wanting to hang up at all, “I’m so glad I texted you”

“Me too”

[haikyuu-boys-headcanons]

𝙷𝙰𝙸𝙺𝚈𝚄𝚄 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂 - 𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙴𝚇 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂

hehe, i’m back at it again with one of these long ass posts but this idea’s literally been in my head all day long so here you go !! obvious nsfw warning :)

tw: this whole post is just nsfw and embarrassing to read so read at your own risk >:)

𝙳𝙰𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙸 » during a super intense and loud session, his voice cracked as he asked you “does that feel goOD- good baby?” to this day, he still prays that you couldn’t hear him over the sound of your own moans

𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙰 » you were riding him and he went to slap your ass, but something went wrong either because you were riding too quickly or he was shaking too much, boy ended up slapping himself in the balls. you’ve never heard that boy scream that loud in your life

𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙷𝙸 » literally pulled out in the middle of sex to get up and rush to the corner of his room to flip around his childhood teddy bears. your just laying there with your tiddies and coochie out waiting for asahi to shield the eyes of mr. wiggles

𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙺𝙰 » you two were having pretty intense shower sex until tanaka did the number one thing your not supposed to do during shower sex; this muthafucker slipped while holding you. long story short, y’all were okay but just ended up having nasty shower floor sex??

𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙰 » this tiny ass 5′2 man was unconsciously humping your leg while you were both asleep?? his presumably pleasurable wet dream had turned into a sudden nightmare when you literally had to KICK him off you to stop the humping. bad nishinoya, bad!

𝙺𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰 » came WAYYY too early inside you, but he was too embarrassed to say anything so he just... kept going. sadly, no one had warned kageyama of the intense effects of overstimulation. he was shaking and whimpering so badly behind you to the point where you had to ask him to pull out and bring him a glass of water to calm down

𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰 » the first time you squirted on him, he just blatantly asked you these exact few words that left you feeling mortified: “did you just piss on me?” nuh uh hinata, this water fountain ain’t yours to drown in anymore >:( 

𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » kei was hitting it from the back pretty hard this time, so hard that you were suddenly... on an angle? suddenly, now you two were much closer to the floor than before. the bed ended up collapsing, yes literally collapsing due to kei’s powerful thrusts. worst part is, nobody got to finish since kei dragged you to ikea to grumpily buy a new bedframe. but hey, he bought you ikea meatballs; that shit hits so different

𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙲𝙷𝙸 » one super duper intense night, he passed out the SECOND he came. no matter how much you flicked the temple of his forehead, yamaguchi was dead asleep. you had to literally slap him awake to get him to clean up, you ain’t risking a ranky stanky UTI puthy in the morning

𝙾𝙸𝙺𝙰𝚆𝙰 » kept calling himself a sex machine during the act. i don’t know if it was due to the 6 tequila shots he had beforehand or just his inner ego revealing, whatever it was it was about to make your pussy close

𝙸𝚆𝙰𝚉𝚄𝙼𝙸 » this one time, he kept going in at a weird angle which caused you to repeatedly queef for 7 minutes straight. every time you told him to pull out and go in properly, he laughed and kept going in at that one weird angle!! was your embarrassment a turn on for him?? maybe!! but were you mortified? absolutely!!

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙽 » i’m sorry to have to be the one to announce this, but this man had the worst case of full blown bush you’ve ever seen. like, he didn’t even try to manscape or anything at all. you ended up begging him to trim just a tiny bit because you weren’t gonna risk choking on a pube whilst your going down on him

𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙸 » rubbed your left labia thinking it was your clit. and he kept doing that. the whole. fucking. time. even when you subtly moved his fingers towards your clit, he just kept going back to the left lip.

𝙺𝚄𝙽𝙸𝙼𝙸 » had the most dry and dull dirty talk you’ve ever heard. like, it’s not even dirty talk at this point; it’s just clean talk. there’s no passion when he talks! he uses the same tone he would use for anyone else at any other moment. to paint the picture, imagine riding kunimi and he’s just there with a furrowed expression like “yup, that feels really good”

𝙺𝚈𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙸 » tried to pull one of those unexpected anal scenes that he saw from a porno, without telling you beforehand. life lesson here; if you party at shit's house, don't be surprised if shit's at the party

𝙺𝚄𝚁𝙾𝙾 » you two were looking to get a little more kinky in terms of BDSM, so kuroo watched like 30 tutorials on youtube on how to safely tie you up so you won’t fall or anything. this bitch ended up tying rope knots that were practically impossible to undo, which resulted in you hanging from the ceiling for approximately 2 hours pussy-ass naked while kuroo tried to cut you down with a kitchen knife

𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙼𝙰 » wanted to spice things up with some dirty talk, like the real nasty talk they use in pornos but not the normal pornos; the shitty company ones with horrific acting. he really ended up announcing that he was going to “fuck your fucking fanny off, you twat”

𝙻𝙴𝚅 » got super excited while he was opening the lube since he hadn’t gotten to fuck you in a WHILE, which resulted the lube leaked everywhere and a giant 6′5 man slipping and hitting his head on the bed frame. worst part is; he had to go to the ER with a hard on that refused to go away

𝙱𝙾𝙺𝚄𝚃𝙾 » speaking of boners that wouldn’t go away, let’s not forget that one time bokuto took two viagras when you texted him to come over for a special occasion. he horribly misinterpreted the ‘special occasion’ text, because he showed up to your house with a huge buldge in his pants as your parents stand before him holding anniversary cards, completely horrified

𝙰𝙺𝙰𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸 » wanted to make valentines day sex as romantic as he could, so he did the classic lighting candles and giving roses. everything was beautiful, until he accidently knocked one of the bigger candles over during missionary. this not only caused a huge ass fire in your bedroom, but he came right as the fire began to spread. boy was debating on whether his orgasm was to die for or not

𝙺𝙾𝙽𝙾𝙷𝙰 » had a nose bleed when he was going down on you and you both were immediately horrified, you thinking it was your period and him thinking he just ate coochie blood. yet as you went to go clean up, you realized his face had much more blood on it than your coochie did. to this day, he still blames it on your period 

𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙹𝙸𝙼𝙰 » threw you onto the bed and your head went through the wall. he didn’t even bother to ask you if you were okay, he just sighed and went “well, now i have to make a call to the construction guy. excuse me” and he left you and your concussed ass head sit there once again, pussy ass naked

𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙾𝚄 » during a blowjob, he held your head down right as he was coming causing the cum to shoot up your throat and somehow pour out of your nose. by the time he pulled out, he could barely breath from laughing at you. sure, the classic ‘milk shooting out of nose’ thing was funny at first until you got a sinus infection and had to breath out of your mouth for the next three days

𝚂𝙴𝙼𝙸 » always insists having sex in the most inconvenient places?? like he would pull you to side while grocery shopping and start grinding up against you as you pick which brand of cheese would be better??

𝙶𝙾𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙺𝙸 » he kept getting frustrated that his bangs were clouding his field of vision, so he irritably grabbed a hair tie and frantically tied up the sides of his bangs while he was fucking you. you immediately burst out laughing since he looked exactly like boo from monsters inc. 

𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » got so drunk that he ended up fucking the couch. like he was just there on top of you, and his dick was just sliding between the folds of the leather couch. you decided to let him finish like that

𝚂𝙰𝙺𝚄𝚂𝙰 » had a really bad reaction to one of the products he used while shaving and ended up getting super irritated down there so he kept having to pull out in-between thrusts to itch his crotch. to make things worse, you joking suggested that he looked like he had syphilis and he got so disgusted at the idea of that thought that he literally had to pull out and take a breather 

𝙾𝚂𝙰𝙼𝚄 » drizzled ‘warm’ chocolate down your chest and was about to seductively lick it off until you screamed in pain and horror as the chocolate was literally burning your skin off. osamu panicked, obviously not knowing what to do if chocolate was burning his partners skin off so he just... frantically licked it off. you still had to go to the ER afterwards to get treated for mild burns

𝙰𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙼𝚄 » didn’t know what a hymen was until the first time he tried to have sex with you. no matter how much he tried to shove his schlong in, it really just wasn’t working + “yer puss is broken”

𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙰 » pinched your nipples so fucking hard to the point where you started crying. he thoughts these were tears of pleasure until you literally had to kick him off you. but hey, he gave you ice for your sore nipples and mcdonalds! what more could a girl possibly want :)

uh the end lol

also, this idea was inspired by the first haikyuu headcanon i ever read, “awkward sex moments” by @bbytetsu <3

[megantheebaddest]

Dating Jack Harlow would include…

Warnings: Slight smut, drinking, smoking, language, lots of fluff

Lots of PDA

Being so obsessed with each other.

Jack driving you around Louisville with the windows down blasting his music when you both visited y’all’s hometown

Jack constantly pinching, slapping, and grabbing your butt. No matter the time or place. He didn’t care who watched.

“Jackkkky” you whined. “Baby girl WHAT” he turned his whole body to let you know all of his attention was on you. “Stop playing video games and give me cuddlesss” You gave him puppy dog eyes. Jack immediately shut his game off and came over to cuddle you.

“Jack this song is sooo good! I’m so proud of you J.”

You and Druski became close and it annoyed Jack because you both would gang up on him. “Stop encouraging him y/n” Jack said in a loud stern tone. You and Druski knew he was getting mad. You both looked at each other like you were two little kids getting yelled at by their father.

Constantly taking selfies

“Mmm baby i’m so tired” Jack said. You were straddling him in the hotel bed. He was laying flat on top of the perfectly made bed. His head was resting on the head board. You were kissing and sucking on his neck. That usually let him know you were in the mood for him to take advantage of you. You started to grind on him to try and change his mind. “Come on mamas.. I have no energy.” Jack whined. You sat up and looked at him. You rolled your eyes and got off him. “Fine.. Lay there and enjoy it then.” You climbed down to the middle of the bed and undid his pants and boxers. The second you connected your tongue to his dick his moans filled the hotel room.

Knowing each other since high school

Having back stage access to all of his shows. You loved his whole team and they always have welcomed you with open arms. You and Jack were always connected at the hip so when his wardrobe team would be picking outfits they’d ask your opinion.

At first you and Neelam didn’t get along. Nothing specific happened you just both would never talk. One night at a club a song came on and you happened to be standing right beside her at the bar. “OHH” you both said in sync. You both grabbed each other and threw your heads back in laughter. “Girl!! Let’s go” Neelam grabbed your hand and dragged you to the dance floor. Jack was talking to Urban when this happened and when he turned back to the bar you weren’t there. When he spotted you and Neelam dancing like wild animals together he had the biggest smile on his face. It made him so happy.

Jack would be working so hard at the studio and when you were bored and lonely you’d show up to the studio and surprise him. Jack wouldn’t be the only one surprised. “Y/n!!!!” Urban screamed excitedly. Druski spun around in his swivel chair with a surprised expression. He gasped dramatically. “Just who i was waiting for!” he said. You giggled at all of their reactions. Jack was sitting there smiling at all of them being excited that you were there. He never looked away from you. He stood up from his seat and walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you. “Hello my love. Wait till you hear this.” he was already walking back to his chair instantly hitting play. He looked right back at you with a big smile. You started dancing like how he does. You had no idea Drusk was live on instagram. As you were still dancing you happened to look at him. “Oh” you said and stopped dancing. Everyone laughed and then you immediately started dancing again. They all love that you are so down to earth and just a fun vibe all around.

You and Jack were drinking buddies for a long time. Even before you started dating. For his last birthday you both were on a binge of partying and drinking every night for his week bday trip. Once you both got home from the trip, videos started surfacing that you both acted way too sloppy. You both decided to chill on drinking. But it didn’t stop you both from smoking. “Ooo that ain’t a good look for us y/n” Jack said slightly embarrassed while looking at a video a fan took of you both. “Yeah definitely not good.”

“Y/n! Y/n!!!!! FUCK Y/n!!!!!!!” Jack screamed for you. He was supposed to be making popcorn for the movie you both were supposed to be watching, when all the sudden he was screaming for you in full panic mode. As soon as he screamed your name the first time you went running. “What! What! Whatttt!” you screamed running towards the kitchen. “Fire!” he screamed. As soon as you reached the kitchen it was full of smoke and the fire alarm was going off. “Jackman what the fuck!” you screamed running over to the microwave. He jumped out of your way. “What did you doooo” you said laughing so hard. You grabbed a magazine from the counter and started waving the smoke away from the microwave. “I was popping the popcorn! Like you said too!!” Jack said in his defense. “Jack you hit one button! Look it says p o p c o r n” you read it out loud to him while laughing. “I did!!!” Once the smoke cleared you got an oven glove and grabbed the barely popped bag of popcorn. “JACK!” You scream laughed. “You take the fucking plastic offfff!” You basically pissed your pants from laughing so hard. “I never claimed to be a chef y/n!” Jack said. “Oh my god Jack.. I’m pretty sure a 5 year old would be capable of this.” you laughed. “Well” was all Jack said.

Sleeping in Jack’s oversized clothes. You basically claimed most of his clothes as yours. “Baby have you seen my Kentucky hoodie?” Jack said walking out of his walk in closet. “Mmm.. Nope.” you said trying to act like you were thinking about if you’ve seen it. “Whatchu wearing right now?” He looked at your body, but you were snuggled up in his blankets on his bed. “Um a hoodie..” You said trying not to sound guilty. Jack raised an eyebrow at you. He knew what you were wearing. “Oh alright.” He said nodding his head like he knew. “Mhmm” you added. “Hey baby can you grab me my phone it’s right over there.” He said pointing towards his dresser. You got up to grab it and took it over to him. He grabbed his phone but was giggling and smiling so big and bright at you. “What?” you asked giggling back. He didn’t say anything he just pulled at the front of the hoodie where it said Kentucky then he started walking towards his closet. You looked down and realized he set you up just so he can see that you are in fact wearing his hoodie. “What’s yours is OURS” you said. All you could hear was Jack’s laugh muffled due to him being in his huge closet.

[theodorecanaryhood]

You are mine

Arkham Knight! Jason Todd x male reader

Warning: Swearing, violence, sex, mention of death and torture

Gotham will fall…Heroes will fight…Enemies will stand…Gotham will be under his heel.

That was the night you had taken the initiative and stood by your team. The Knight being your boss, yet seeming like someone you all had to protect at the same time.

‘You’re all expendable’ Scarecrow said over the comms to you, prepping yourselves for when the big bad Bat would come.

‘Some of you will die, some of you won’t’ he continued. Scarecrow always seemed to be speaking a way to make you all afraid, scared for your safety. Yet, none of you faltered. Not once.

Your role was a little different to everyone else’s, seemed Jason always wanted you to hide in plain sight of everyone, to blend in as much as possible and seem like a regular person. A man just riding on his motorcycle through the streets of Gotham.

You couldn’t put your finger on it, the night before it all began. Before the announcement you had to patrol the streets, to see what was going on. To see if everything would be easy to target.

A few thugs tried to shoot their shot at you as the gear and bike you have is quite expensive, yet once they saw the ‘Arkham’ logo on your jacket, courtesy of Jason, they backed up.

Training was also different for you as you weren’t military nor had much experience with fighting. You were on the timid side when it came to fighting.

Jason would have you hitting the bags for a good two hours, then teach you hand to hand, then some wrestling and self defence.

‘You have to hit like you mean it, y/n’ Jason would boom at you in the empty hall, sweat dripping from both of you.

‘Fine’ you groan as you take a swing with your right hook, then swing low with your left. Then swing a leg out to trip Jason up.

‘Better’ he smiled at you, laying on his back looking up at you holding a prop gun to his face.

‘I still don’t see why you’re teaching me all this, if my only job is to roam the streets’ you said, helping Jason back onto his feet.

‘Batman isn’t dumb, worlds greatest detective remember? He’ll catch on quick who you are, if he does I want you ready’ Jason almost whispered to you, he seemed caring of all his men. But never gave them treatment like this.

‘I know, but wouldn’t it just be better to play dumb with him?’ You asked, innocently as you fiddled with the hem of your tank top.

‘No, he will still catch on’ Jason said, giving you the prop gun again, ‘this time, I want you to improvise. Bats catches on quick with how people fight, so you gotta hit him with everything’ Jason continued.

You began with a blow to the face, yet Jason caught it knocking the prop gun out of your hand and giving a kick to your stomach. You took a few steps back, then jumped up and spun round, wrapping an arm around Jason’s neck and bending with force, knocking him off his feet once more, as he rolled over you and plopped onto the floor.

‘Think this’ll work Jay?’ You asked calmly as Jason lay on the ground again, sweating hard.

‘Hopefully, with everything I’m teaching you, it’s everything I know. Everything he taught me’

Yes, you know about who Jason was before and what he did. You know he was Robin, then tortured and ‘killed’ by Joker.

The hours of torture Jason endured, the months it went on for. Enough to make a man go insane. Yet somehow, Jason wasn’t insane, he was just in pain and broken.

‘Another thing y/n’ Jason said as he swung a leg out and tripped you over, landing next to him on your back, ‘don’t get distracted’.

‘Shit’ you muttered as Jason chuckled while looking into your eyes, the both of you laying flat on your backs, faces towards each other.

Seconds that felt like hours of comfortable silence went by, Jason suddenly cleared his throat and got up. Helping you up along the way.

‘Go take shower, Crane wants a meeting soon’

…

Walking through the base where all the militia were, standing watching you as you walked through the hallways. Damp hair stuck on your face. Sweatpants and tank top drenched.

You made it to the shower without any incidents as lately a few members of the militia had been harassing you. Regarding your alone time with the boss.

You let the cold water pour down on you as you took a sigh of relief. Feeling the coolness, taking the bar of fresh soap and rubbing your whole body with it.

‘Y/n?’ A voice called, you stood under the water for a second. Waiting for the voice to come again, but no further voice followed.

The soapy water covered every inch of you as you let the water fall down, rinsing it off of your abs. Then putting your head under the shower head and letting it clear your mind.

‘Y/n?’ You heard again, you hastily continued on with your shower but seemed the time to yourself. Even for 5 minutes seemed to be cut short.

As you finished up with rinsing you grabbed your towel, drying yourself off. Walking around the bases bathroom as you threw on your spare clothes.

A simple white top and a pair of clean sweatpants as you heard someone call your name again, you looked around to see no one there.

‘It’s happening again’ you muttered to yourself, not paying attention to where you were walking and walking straight into a broad figure.

‘Shit, you ok?’ Jason said as he grabbed your arm, nearly knocking you off balance with how much force the impact was.

‘Yes, Sir’ you stumbled as you felt a sudden chill up your back. Jason was looking deep in your eyes again, to say you felt funny was an understatement, some passed few days you had started to crush a little in the boss.

‘Jason, please’ he winked as he walked past you to get into the shower.

…

It was nearly time, Crane was going to announce when you would all hit the streets. This is what all the training was for, the long nights. The one on one with Jason.

Crane had given his usual speech where he tried to scare everyone, God it’s like he’s addicted to fear or something.

Slade was there to talk you all into using as much combat all at once on Batman as possible.

Jason though, stood silent throughout the whole thing. Just stared ahead as the group talked, not even breaking contact with whatever he was staring at.

‘Y/n, a word’ Slade said to you as he pulled you aside after the meeting.

You were surprised as Slade never really spoke to you individually, you weren’t even sure if he knew your name. But he did, and here he was talking to you.

‘I noticed that Jason likes to train you, alone’ Slade said as his eyes took in your form. You only nodded.

‘Yes Sir, he trains me personally’

Jason was lurking in the background now as he was watching Slade with you, smiling and laughing with you as the both of you talked alone together.

‘Fuck’ Jason whispered to himself as he walked over to the two of you, hearing briefly as Slade had asked if he could also train you personally.

‘You might have to ask Jason, he is my boss and has taken upon himself to train me’ you answered, as politely as possible.

Slade seemed to find your answer humorous as he chuckled to himself, he spotted Jason walking over in his Knight get up.

‘Knight’ Slade nodded as Jason stopped right beside you.

‘Something you wish to discuss?’ Jason asked as you seemed a little nervous the two would scrap.

‘Just making light conversation, y/n here was going to let me teach him a few things’ Slade said, Jason seemed ticked off about that sentence. You just wanted to run away.

‘If I want you to train my men, I’ll let you know’ Jason said, Slade chuckling as he nodded. Leaving you and Jason alone.

‘Follow me’ Jason said to you, in a low voice not looking in your direction. Walking with him in a pace that seemed to burn some calories, towards his office.

During this walk and awkward silence you kept hearing someone calling your name again, noticing it was getting closer and closer.

Why does this keep happening you thought to yourself, why now?

See a few years ago, you would never dream of doing something like what you’re doing now. You had a good job with a good income, a home and a family who talked to you nearly everyday.

Yet something changed your life as you got involved with the wrong man, your ex boyfriend was not good news. And the pain you encountered throughout the relationship was enough to turn you, to this person you are today.

Albeit not a bad person, still enough good left in you to know when to make a better decision. Yet, enough to make you bad enough to get involved with the Arkham Knight.

You saw the poster up of the Arkham Knight pointing out, with a caption that stated ‘I want you to join the militia’, you called the number and enlisted yourself. With no excitement and feeling nothing left for you.

When things began to get tough for you and mentally you were breaking, you would always hear a man’s voice calling your name. You didn’t know who the man was, but you always heard him.

‘Are we going to speak or just stand in silence?’ You broke the silence between you and Jason as he stood quietly staring out his window. Taking his Knight gear off.

‘What were your intentions back there?’ Jason asked you, deadpan and still not looking at you.

‘My intentions?’

‘Yes, Slade wants to teach you a few things’ Jason turned around now to look at you, the look in his eyes weren’t something you’d seen before.

It was mix of jealousy and anger, but also he looked scared.

‘I turned him down’ You replied as Jason stepped towards you.

You thought he was going to hit you when he brought his hand up, but he planted it on your cheek. Giving a sad smile.

‘You know why I am so persistent on training you? Because it’s the only time I can be myself, the only time I can be alone with you’ Jason said, his voice was calm. He was now looking deep in your eyes, not even blinking.

‘Jason I…’

‘I get if you don’t feel the same, no one would, I’m a monster’ Jason said, pulling his hand away and looking down. You could tell from his tone of voice he meant every word he said. To you, and about himself.

‘No, I do feel the same’ you insisted as you took his hand, gently interlocking your fingers with his.

Jason smiled at you as he gripped your hand as saw the genuine smile, the smile he always looked forward to seeing.

‘Can I kiss you?’ Jason asked you, surprisingly shy as he asked.

You simply nodded as Jason leant forward and greeted your lips with his own, soft at first but then gradually growing harder.

Your breath hitched and you grew more excited and comfortable with how you were, not an ideal moment for you as you made out passionately with your boss, but it was bliss nonetheless.

Jason wrapped his hands around your waist as he backed you into his desk. You gasped it the sudden presence of it, also gasping at the sudden presence of Jason’s hand spanking you.

‘Fuck’ you breathed out as Jason lay you on his desk, he went to work biting your neck, you suddenly felt growth in your pants as well as a hot wave flushing over you.

Jason came up to your head and pulled your shirt off over you, kissing you again as he ran a hand down your chest and abs.

‘You are so cute, you’re mine. No one will ever touch you like this again. You are mine’ Jason growled in your ear, kissing your cheek and then lips again.

Jason began to remove what was left of his armour, leaving only his underwear on as he carried you over to his couch.

‘I’m a top by the way’ Jason chuckled as you welcomed that comment by rolling onto your front.

Jason pulled your underwear down as he greeted your bare ass with his tongue, rimming you like he’d done it a million times before with you.

Knowing your body in only a few minutes as Jason could hear you moaning a little. Pleasure escaping your lips.

Jason allowed you time as you hadn’t done this with him before. And not to boast but Jason knows he is quite, ahem, large.

‘Damn’ you panted out as Jason’s tongues worked its way expertly around your hole.

Jason only smiled as he enjoyed this side of you, you allowing him to be free. And of course returning the affection.

‘Now, why are you gonna be for me? My handsome little Angel, or my sexy slut?’ Jason asked as he came up to your face.

‘Sexy slut’ you smiled as Jason replied with a hard spank on your bare cheek. Making you gasp out in pleasure.

‘That all you got?’ You teased, Jason spanked you twice more. Both times as hard as the last.

‘Gonna leave a mark’ Jason smiled as he pulled his underwear down.

You almost shocked at the sight of his huge dick, not surprised with the size as you figured when your got glimpses when training. Thank the Lord for grey sweatpants. But just not realising how big it really is.

Jason spread your cheeks apart as he let himself slide in slowly, you breathing through the feeling of it. Feeling like it was tearing a little.

‘You doing ok?’ He asked, you nodded as Jason then began to move slowly. Going in and out of you.

‘Does my sexy little whore like that?’ He asked you as you nodded, moaning a little.

Jason seemed to lose his shit when you rotated your hips a little, in return of his movements. Urging him to go a little quicker.

‘You want me to go faster slut?’ Jason asked as you nodded, eagerly.

‘I want to feel you, balls deep inside me’ you smiled as Jason wrapped a hand around your neck, holding you in place.

Jason found the perfect rhythm for the both of you, knowing you liked it as you began to claw at the arm of his couch. Moaning out his name.

‘You like getting fucked? Does my slut like getting fucked?’ Jason roared as he began to pick up a quicker pace.

‘Fuck, yes baby’

Jason replied to that with a slap on the ass cheek, even harder than the one before.

‘No, it’s yes Sir’ Jason said as you bit down in the soft cushion.

‘So I ask again, does my slut like being fucked?’

‘Yes Sir’ you replied, fighting the urge to moan so loud the Militia on the other side of the building could hear you.

‘Good boy’ he says as he begins to slam into you even harder.

Jason’s dick is filling you up to the point where you’re sure it’s going to split you in half.

‘Turn around’ Jason says as he pulls out of you, you turn around and Jason lifts both your legs.

Entering your asshole again as he works his paces up again.

‘I want to see your face, I want to watch you as I fill you up’ Jason says, you grab onto his hip with one hand as the other one brushes down his abs.

The sweat from the both of you sure to the leave the couch soaked after.

‘Fuck, you’re a good little whore’ Jason slams his hips against yours as you can tell he’s nearing the grand finale.

‘Sir, are you going to finish inside?’ You ask in between pants as Jason throws his head back in bliss.

‘Maybe, does my whore need to be taught a lesson?’ Jason called out as he could feel the sting of his orgasm.

‘Yes Sir, finish inside me’ you smiled as you held his hips where they were, digging your fingertips into them.

Jason slammed as his hips began to buck and he couldn’t catch his breath.

‘Y/n’ Jason screamed out in pleasure, emptying himself inside you as he almost fell to the ground with the release.

Jason held you where you were as he lay on his front as he placed your dick in his mouth, wanting to finish you off himself.

‘Sir’ you breathed out, Jason deep throating you as he worked his way with his tongue.

Your head began to lull back into the couch arm as Jason’s mouth worked magic on you.

Your hips began to move with Jason’s pace as he worked your shaft with his tongue, holding your thighs. His soft, warm hands felt like heaven as his mouth was doing the work.

You lost the ability to speak as Jason have you the best blowjob you had ever asked for, not even hesitating to take you all in at once.

‘Shit’ you gasped as the end was coming for you now, Jason staying where he was.

Your hips shifted at a faster pace and your ass lifted off of the couch. Jason working with you as you could feel your orgasm coming.

‘Oh God’ you moaned out as your seed spilled out of you, going into Jason’s mouth as you emptied yourself out.

Jason lay his head on your stomach as you caught your breath.

‘Damn, I can’t even register speech’ you whispered to yourself. Jason replying by kissing your stomach.

…

After the ‘incident’ Jason returned back to the base, broken down as he had his final run in with Father Dearest.

Realising he was mostly angry at himself for being too reckless. Angry he believed Joker’s lies. Angry he worked his way to get to be the enemy of Bruce.

‘Y/n?’ Jason called out to you as he walked into his office to see you, waiting for him.

You said nothing as you rose to your feet, wrapping your arms around Jason’s neck and held him.

‘I failed, I fucked up’ Jason said as the tears fell from his eyes.

You only kissed him in return as you allowed him to cry, crying hard into your shoulder. Jason held you so tight, you were sure it was because he was scared you would leave him.

You never did though, all night you stayed with him. Sleeping with him in bed as you held him. Letting him cry hard as he got all of the stress out.

You lay in that moment as your sleep waved over you, Jason snoring lightly next to you in bed, you lay realising the voice you heard calling your name all these years. Was his. Jason.

His heart was calling yours from a distance and it was a only a matter of time, before the two of you were to be together. That’s why you were so drawn to that damned Militia poster. That’s why you wanted to be alone with Jason as much as he did with you.

…

Time has changed now as you sat outside the coffee shop, under the sun in Gotham City Park.

Jason sat next to you reading his new favourite book, you just enjoying the light breeze and heat from the sun.

Joggers and dog walkers, children playing, all the sights you typically see and had missed for so long when working in the Arkham Knight base.

Course that was a few years ago now, but it still felt like yesterday. Felt like only a few nights ago you lay with Jason in that couch and fucked. Like only a few hours ago he cried in your arms.

‘Babe, can we get ice cream on the way home?’ Jason asked you, marking his page and closing his book.

‘Course’ you smiled as Jason stood up, giving you a sweet kiss as he held your hand. The two of you walking through the park.

Jason never cared about people seeing the two of you being affectionate. He always said ‘if you don’t like it, don’t look at it’ which always made you feel safer. You felt safe with him.

You looked down at your left hand, seeing your wedding ring glisten in the sunlight. Jason’s sweet smile as the two of you walked the streets.

This is your life now, forever. And that’s the way you want it.