#you know it Could be that i haven't eaten but also i was fine before some people started speaking too loudly in the living room

[keeps-ache]

i need people to stop trying to talk to me rn lmao

[becomesylus]

Types of Boyfriends

``yeah, as the title suggests....... your LI as your boyfriend``

multi x reader

warning: there will be nsfw content underneath each li so put that to note. mentions of perversions, masturbation, piv, breeding, exhibitionism, manhandling/roughhousing, etc., zayne's aftercare is lowkey awkward but it is intentional, lowkey not sure if they're equal since its mainly word vomit from me lol.

minors do not interact. re-read the warnings before reading, as after clicking “keep reading”, i am not responsible for the media you consume.

xavier

he's the type of boyfriend that would wrap his arms around your waist whenever you two cook. He would leave kisses on your neck as you stir. He would attempt to pull away to try and help only for you to quickly grasp his arm and maintain it there.

“no, no, it’s fine! your arms is the best help and support i need,” you spoke, masking a panicked tone that he overlooked, as he just smiled and giggled through his breath while returning back to his position.

he's the type of boyfriend that would randomly push you into the mattress so he could lay on top of you and sleep.

"you're comfortable... I love sleeping with you" he would mutter as he nuzzles his head on to your neck

he's the type of boyfriend that would encourage you to eat, especially if you haven't been eating, and would even share his food with you if he knew that you haven't eaten

alternatively, he's the type of boyfriend who would also be the type to finish your food if you can't finish it.

he's the type of boyfriend who listens to you vent and wouldn't give you advice unless you ask him to.

he's the type of boyfriend that would be willing to play any game (board or video games), even if he’s clueless and never heard of it.

he’s the type of boyfriend who would make up a language only you two would understand.

nsfw

he's the type of boyfriend who lets out breathy moans rather than loud gutteral groans.

"uh—ha, baby... you feel so good"

he's the type of boyfriend who loves to test your flexibility and push your legs up your shoulders.

he's the type of boyfriend who gets off to you making him jealous/angry. Flirt with any guy or girl and he will LOSE it, and you both thrive from it.

he's the type of boyfriend who sends you teasing photos when you're away and then pretend like nothing's happen.

xav baby: *image*

xav baby: the skies today is beautiful, don’t you think? :)

you: holy fuck xavier DON’T PLAY WITH ME !

he's the type of boyfriend who isn't big on pda but loves to make you scream, so the neighbor who attempted to make a move on you knows that you are not available.

he's the type of boyfriend who enjoys eating you out like you’re a meal. his tongue sends you signals to your body that causes you to shake as he skillfully twirls around your clit, making you whimper.

he's the type of boyfriend who enjoys marking you up over you marking him.

he's the type of boyfriend who would love to fuck you under the stars. the whole concept of you two lying on the picnic blanket at a secluded park, far from any light pollution, where he slowly inserts himself between your gummy wet walls, sighing in pleasure and intertwining each other underneath the stars, turns him the fuck on.

he's the type of boyfriend who broke the bed once and didn't pay attention until the next day.

he’s the type of boyfriend who always checks on you after you're done and looks after you. he would kiss any bruises he inflicted on you.

"i didn't hurt you too much, right? was i too rough? did you like it?"

rafayel

he's the type of boyfriend who bullies you. obviously not in a way where he’s hurting you, but in a affectionately teasing way and almost as always follows it with loving words. he always catches you off guard but he never does anything to hurt your feelings.

“god, you talk too much…” he abruptly says, interrupting your speech about a fuck up that happened at work, making you narrow your eyes as he menacingly smiles. he then pulls you into his embrace, “i fucking love it so much, please keep talking…”

he's the type of boyfriend to use your as a muse. you are a source of his art and he has multiple portraits of you that he either sketched or painted. he never releases them as they are a part of his private collection.

“you are a beauty that mother nature tries to emulate but can never achieve”

he's the type of boyfriend to play fights with you. once again, he never does anything to hurt you physically or emotionally, but he loves bantering with you.

he's the type of boyfriend that you can trust with his taste in fashion. he could give you a whole color analysis if you let him.

he's the type of boyfriend who would keep the artwork that you draw for him, even if it's a badly drawn piece, he'll hang it up somewhere.

nsfw

he's the type of boyfriend that enjoys public sex. if he could strip you down in front of everyone, he definitely would. he definitely has fantasies on taking you away from his exhibitions and just fuck you while everyone observes his art

“this is the only art piece i can have for myself” he whispers against your sensitive skin as he fingers you, collecting your honey on his digits.

he's the type of boyfriend who, similar to the sweet and innocent art pieces, has collections of art pieces where you’re nude in them. some art pieces are hyper realistic fantasies of positions he wants to see you in.

furthermore, he's the type of boyfriend who definitely got off to pictures and drawings of you. he would never show it to you but there are definitely sketches that have suspicious stains around the paper.

he's the type of boyfriend who LOVES when you ride him.

he's the type of boyfriend enjoys you marking him over him marking you.

he’s the type of boyfriend who would prepare you a romantic bath as aftercare (totally not a lead-up to another round... but that is only if you're down of course)

zayne

he's the type of boyfriend who takes extra care of you when you’re sick. he’ll get you ready with prescription and gives you the appointment in a short span of time (he mostly appoints himself as your doctor of course but sometimes emergency happens so he can’t always be there). he’ll also cook you home cooked warm meals for you to indulge while you’re under the weather.

“i made you some hot porridge for you to warm up. i also set your medication and more water next to you. if you ever needed anything else, just call out for me, okay, honey?”

he's the type of boyfriend who may not showcase it but is hands down obsessed with you. he wouldn’t even notice but he would constantly mention you in a subtle way to his yvonne and greyson, only for the two of them tease him for it.

he's the type of boyfriend who makes up any excuse to get you out of the house and come to his office.

“(y/n), are you coming today for your appointment?” zayne’s voice echoing from your phone caused you to furrow your brow in confusion.

“appointment? i never set an appointment…”

“well, i just made one for you and i want you to pass by my office.”

“but i already did my routine check up”

“well, i think there are missing data, and i need you to fill—“

“zayne, just say you want to see me…”

“… just come by my office”

he's the type of boyfriend who’s way to his heart is to give him sweets. he could scold you about being careless about your health, but sneak in a chocolate bar, and there he turns into a snicker’s slogan “you’re not you when you’re hungry” and completely takes back everything he says

he's the type of boyfriend who lets you pick his outfits at outings. he obviously doesn’t always rely on you like a child would, but he loves to hear your input when it comes to appearance since he can get a bit careless about his image due to his hectic job.

nsfw

he's the type of boyfriend who begins to mumble whenever he reaches his peak, becoming an incoherent blabbering mess.

he's the type of boyfriend who enjoys any position where he’s seated. he enjoys the sight of you rutting and bouncing against him. couch, rocking chair, office chair, you name it, he’s sat and ready for you to have him for a ride.

he's the type of boyfriend who enjoys marking you over him.

he's the type of boyfriend who’s glasses fog up whenever you two simply get into a heated make out. whenever he tries to remove it, you always push his hand away to keep it.

“let me remov—“ he attempts to remove his glasses only for you to pin his hand back.

“NO! keep it on... please...”

he’s the type of boyfriend who would fuck you in his office whenever he’s pent up.

his hands grip your hips as he thrusts himself in and out of your sopping hole. you were certain that you’ve stained his wooden desk but at this moment, neither of you cared about the soiled furniture or coat that zayne still has on, he finally lets himself go.

“i’m gonna come inside you… is that okay?”

he’s the type of boyfriend who gives you extensive after care

"is there anything you need? here are your water and i'll have the bath ready, yeah?" he caresses and pecks your cheeks before he goes to the bathroom. and as the water's running his head pops up as he utters,

"don't forget to pee also... utis aren't fun."

sylus

he's the type of boyfriend who loves to compare hand sizes with you. he’s obsessed with how your hands shrinks whenever he’s holding your hand.

he’s the type of boyfriend who believes in the whole “my money is your money and your money is your money” concept. he’s rich and doesn’t have many people he can spend on, so might as well spoil his kitten every single tike she asks for something.

he’s the type of boyfriend who’s a closeted hopeless romantic when it comes to you. he never showcases it to anyone, but he always envisions a whole future with you in it, including family.

he’s the type of boyfriend who’s never afraid of showing you off. if it weren't for your job, he would've said "to hell privacy goes," he wants the whole world to know who his partner is and isn't shy.

he’s the type of boyfriend who would match outfits with you. he'll be willing to wear any color just for you, even the colors he isn't sure.

"are you sure you want me to wear this?" sylus looks down with a blank face as he looks down at his attire. his usual reds and blacks were not in sight and instead bright blue and white outfit across his body, clearly putting him out of his comfort zone.

you giggled as you excitedly hopped, "sylus, you look so good, you should wear colors more often!"

that comment raises his brows in intrigue, whilst his ears began to slightly turn into a deeper red.

"...i'll think about it."

he’s the type of boyfriend who would kill anyone just for you.

he’s the type of boyfriend who's a biter.

he's the type of boyfriend who would hold you after a jumpscare from a horror movie.

nsfw

he’s the type of boyfriend who loves it when you test his dominance and attempt to put him into submission. he always plays along with you, but you know who always gives the order.

"remember, kitten... i also bite back"

he’s the type of boyfriend who loves giving you marks over your body. he also allows you to mark him and is shameless about it. luke and kieran would pretend like they didn't see the hickey that sat at the side of his neck.

he’s the type of boyfriend who has a serious size kink. no matter what body type, he's almost always bigger than you and he's obsessed with that.

"look at you... so tiny underneath me, fuck, i don't how i would use you without breaking you."

he’s the type of boyfriend who despite his rugged and intimidating appearance, is actually a gentle lover and always goes with a certain pace that YOU desire.

he’s the type of boyfriend who gets off to your lingerie photos that you would teasingly send while he is away.

you: *image*

you: have fun at the meeting <33

sy <3: fuck sweetie...

sy <3: you'll pay when i get back.

he's the type of boyfriend who broke the bed once as well and he reassured you that can buy a whole new house, a bed is practically nothing.

he’s the type of boyfriend who will carry you to the bathroom to freshen up and walks like he hasn't just fucked you sideways, forward and backwards.

he’s the type of boyfriend he's the type to treat you like a princess inside and outside the bedroom.

caleb

he’s the type of boyfriend to sit you by the counter as he cooks.

he’s the type of boyfriend who would send you memes and funny videos and tell you "i thought of you <3"

he’s the type of boyfriend who would tell you out-of-pocket comments just to make you laugh. he does it purposefully most of the time but others are simply shower thoughts.

he looks at a hotel from the ground view and you try to follow his line of gaze.

"babe, what are you looking at?" you ask, trying to find what he's looking at.

"do you think that there are couples who are raw dogging right now in this building?"

"CALEB WHAT THE ACTUAL FUC—"

like xavier, he’s also the type of boyfriend who would make up a language only you two would understand.

he’s the type of boyfriend who would watch trashy tv shows with you.

he’s the type of boyfriend who would use you as weights at the gym. he would tell you to lay on his back as he does push ups.

he’s the type of boyfriend who would scold you if he knew you skipped meals. he doesn't care what's the excuse, unless you were having surgery or fasting for health or spiritual reasons, he'll tell you off for skipping.

he’s the type of boyfriend that would make himself lose a game just to make you win and feel good. he’s addicted to making you smile and he’ll be damned if he ever made that smile disappear

he's the type of boyfriend that would play around with the ripped jeans and insert his fingers in the holes (totally not making fingering motions)

nsfw

he’s the type of boyfriend to manhandle you. he gotta put his strength to use on you.

he’s the type of boyfriend to be very handsy when he's horny. he grips your hips and ass whenever he wants you bad and he isn't shy about it.

he’s the type of boyfriend who would put his colonel cap on you as you ride him out. He looks from below as you rut against him, his hands are cupping and groping your breasts.

"how cute," he breathed out through his moans while his cap fell down your eyes. he pushed far up to see your eyes that were rolled back.

"much better"

he's the type of boyfriend who loves it when you get touchy whenever he's in a uniform. he knows you're obsessed with him in his unform so he might as well indulge.

he's the type of boyfriend to be mercilessly fast with his fingers.

he's the type of boyfriend who enjoys hair pulling, both giving and receiving ends

he's the type of boyfriend who enjoys overstimulating you to the point you start babbling gibberish. he loves the sight of your mind breaking and your body trembling underneath him

"huh? what? you want more? who am i to deprive that from my sweet girl, huh?" he utters with a smirk as he proceeds on thrusting you in and out in a vigorous pace.

he's the type of boyfriend who kisses you gently and praises afterwards before he massages your body lightly to ease any soreness.

"you did so good, baby... you're amazing" he coos as he leaves chaste kisses around your skin as he rubs your sore leg.

[butt3rnugg3t]

Bonedeep Ache

Summery: Short drabble based on this idea I posted a bit ago. Though I feel like this took a different direction once I started writing it lol

AN: I live in the US (unfortunately) and I am an undiagnosed 23 year old with no health insurance and a shitty paying job so I can't go figure out what's wrong with me. This is entirely based on my own experiences, I'm not trying to self diagnose. Just trying to write the comfort I wanna read. Thanks!

AN2:Also hoping this reads ok, the longer I look at it the more i second guess my writing.

Remus didn't know what was worse. The cold snap that's been sticking around the last few weeks or his over protective boyfriends. Though one couldn't exist without the other it seemed.

His hip creaked under his weight as he moved to stand. Watching James come through the front door with the groceries for dinner. He was quickly ushered back down by Sirius. The self appointed guard dog for the living room it seemed.

"Not getting up unless you use your cane," Remus only rolls his eyes, grumbling as he settles back in his seat. He was aware he sounded like a petulant child. But he was a grown man and they were treating him like a weak child.

He was pulled out of his pouting by James running back outside. He made eye contact with Sirius, though he looked just as confused. He moved to get up again, catching Sirius glare. Huffing lightly and grabbing his cane reluctantly to follow his raven haired boyfriend to the door.

Remus isn't surprised by what he finds. His equally stubborn girlfriend, clad in the comfiest work clothes you could don this morning (one of his jumpers and Sirius' sweats). Arguing with James.

"I don't need picked up James, I can walk just fine-" James is quick to cut her off.

"The hell you can, you told me when you got in the car that your joints all hurt. Why didn't you wear your braces or your compression gloves." Sirius looked ready to blow his top, ready to storm out and join the argument on the porch.

Though Remus was quicker, sticking his cane out to stop his boyfriend. "Dove, wanna come have a bath with me?" Remus understood, the stares and questioning looks. The pitying looks. Though he also new you had your own reasoning for not wearing them.

So he did what he knew would help. Because it helped him too and sometimes that's all you need. Someone who actually understands. And as much as he loved his able body partners, they didn't understand the pain of it all. The deep ache to be normal, to just stop hurting.

"No big light, just some candles. Hot water and bubbles?" He hoped to coax you more. Which seemed to be working if your small smile and small step toward him were any indication.

James, ever the helper, nodded. Heading inside and up the stairs while Sirius held the door open. Remus was grateful for his boyfriends, he knew their scolding came from places of love. Of caring.

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Bracing himself on the edge of the tub Remus carefully lowers himself into the hot bath. Instantly relaxing back against the tub wall behind him. Taut muscles easing, helping you lower into the water next.

James stood at the door, awaiting further instructions. Poor boy just wanted to help. Wanted to solve the unsolvable reoccurring problem.

"hey I bet you haven't eaten yet have you dove?" Before you can even respond your stomach answers for you. Causing you to burrow yourself into Remus more in embarrassment.

Wordlessly James took that as his que, leaving the doorway. No doubt finally getting dinner fixed in the kitchen. Remus turned his focus back to you, silently picking up your hand from the water. Beginning to massage your fingers and palm. Lithe fingers working diligently to ease the ache.

After a while, Sirius pokes his head around the doorframe. "Foods ready, clothes are on the bed. Fresh from the dryer, towels too."

At his words he produces the fresh linens from behind his back.

Remus nods lightly, stroking your hair lightly. Voice quiet as to not break the reverie of the bathroom.

"Can you grab Dove? And get James to help me out.." Remus looks up to meet Sirius' understanding gaze. Apology written across the lycanthrope's face in turn. No words needed for this small recurring tradition.

Everyone under this roof understood that nerves were short when pain is pressing at the forefront. Remus was thankful for his partners. Dove for understanding, and yes even James and Sirius for their annoying loving scolding

[tinylilacbun]

Ooooooh, little!reader stressing over finals and daddy!John B. trying to gently coax her into little!space to get her to calm down🥺

I have been stressing so much over my finals and I need this to happen to me🥺

You got this sweetheart!!! But I hope you're okay and don't overdo yourself 🫂🫶🏻

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"This is so stupid!" You groan for what feels like the hundredth time already.

The finals are getting closer, meaning you were spending every possible second learning and re-reading all your notes over and over again. Books and paper sheets scattered around on the living room floor at the Chateau and you are sitting directly in the middle of it all.

John B walks in after just finishing his surf session and sighs, seeing you rub exasperated hands over your face.

"Hey there, champ. How's it going?" He asks, standing beside you and scratching your scalp to soothe you.

"Bad. I just don't understand this!" You whine waving a sheet of paper up in his face.

"What about taking a little break, hm?" He suggests and you shake your head.

"I can't." You say while grabbing one of the books again not seeing John B roll his eyes.

It had been going on like this for days and he understands where you're coming from and really tries to support you but he also noticed that you haven't been little the last days 'to not get distracted' which concerns him because he knows your mood could only get worse the longer you keep pushing the headspace away.

"Have you eaten anything yet? Or drank some water?" He suddenly asks, crouching down beside you. He brushes your hair to the side and the way you shrink back in yourself let's him know anything he needs. "C'mon, just a tiny break."

"Da- JB, please. I'm fine, 'kay?" Your small slip didn't go unnoticed by him.

He smirks, his hand going down to rub your back. He's almost through the barricade that you built up in your head, you just need a little push. "Don't you want to cuddle for a little, bun?"

You pout at him using the nickname he only uses when you're little. It's not fair. It's like a switch being turned off, finally being able to forget about all the stress.

Tears of relief start building up in your eyes and John B coos at you, gently taking the heavy book from your hands and laying it aside before he scoops you up into his arms.

"Thereee we go. No need to cry, I'm here now." He shushes you, carrying you to his bedroom knowing you will feel more comfortable there.

He sits down against the headboard with you curled up on his lap, your head resting against his chest as he starts rocking you. "All that fuss and just needed daddy to come and save you, huh?" He chuckles, reaching over to grab your bunny stuffie, placing it in your arms before wrapping both his arms around you tightly.

You just snuggle more into him, your eyes fluttering shut at the constant rocking. John B looks down and smiles at the sight, he'll just make you something to eat after your much needed nap.

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[love--bites]

I have this friend that I haven't seen in a year. Last time I saw them, they were skinnier than me and barely ate when stopping by. They didn't ask for snacks or anything to eat unless I was already planning on eating something. That's all fine and good, but I saw them again after about a year...

They had clearly put on at least 100 pounds, potentially 150, and I know it sounds like I'm exaggerating, but I assure you that I'm not. When the couch barely made a sound before, it creaked and groaned against their weight. When they had no issues getting around, going up the stairs left them out of breath. When the floorboards were silent with their footsteps, they now stepped heavily around the house with the boards creaking loudly underneath them. Even their clothes, which had to be new, were struggling against their overstuffed belly.

The first thing they did was ask me for something to eat, so I gladly made them ramen. They requested two packets and a soft-boiled egg, and I gladly provided. After their meal, they asked for snacks, so I willingly gave them whatever they wanted - all that I had. They finished an entire box of cheezits and a half of a second box. They also finished half a box of cookies. They wanted hot chocolate to go with this, so again, I provided, making sure to add extra whip cream and small marshmallows. As much as I tried not to, I found myself sneaking a glance at their shirt that was now riding up on them slightly as their belly hung over their pants.

They told me they were still hungry and somewhat reluctantly asked if I had anything left to eat. I happily agreed and made a full pizza, not expecting to eat a single bite of it myself. I brought the pizza over to the kitchen table, and they took a seat, the wooden chair creaking loudly as they did so. After I added some extra cheese on top, they took a slice and quickly devoured it. Then they took another, and another. I kept them talking as they ate, somewhat of a distraction, and before they realized it, they had eaten the entire pizza. I could tell their pants were barely clinging to them, and it was clear their shirt was riding up much more than it had been before. They looked stuffed, and I could see a look in their eyes that said, "If I eat any more, I'll pop."

Their stomach, however, disagreed with their comfort and growled. Clearly embarrassed, they tried to play it off, but I knew better. I grabbed them a dessert - a tub of strawberry ice cream, a small slice of chocolate cake, ice, extra sugar, a bit of cinnamon, and a half pint of heavy cream. I pulled out my blender and made a delicious and thick milkshake. How many calories it was, I can't exactly say, but I had to be a good host to my starving friend, no? I couldn't let them go hungry.

I handed them a glass of the drink, and, hesitantly at first, they started politely drinking, but as they continued, their polite sips turned into desperate gulps, as if they hadn't drank anything in ages. They chugged the drink down - one glass became two, and two became three, and so on until the drink had been finished entirely. Their breathing was a bit more labored as they sat, seemingly pinned to their chair by their weight, and with one final gulp of their glass, the button on their pants flew off, and their belly spilled out of the far-too-tight jeans. They were extremely embarrassed, but of course, I reassured them, letting them know that it just meant there was more room to eat their fill.

As their belly hung out, filled to the brim with food, it growled, begging for more. My friend's expression said that they could barely handle more, but their stomach clearly had other ideas. With a polite smile, I asked, "Are you still hungry?"

[r0-boat]

I finally met him in the story, and he's stolen my heart, so could I get some headcannons for Marbas? I love that buff healer man ❤️ fluff or nsfw is fine I just want content for relationship stuff with him

I love Marbas!!! Aaa

Whb Marbas headcannons sfw&nsfw

It is Canon that all the stuff he has around him, like the straps and the blood bags, are his work uniform, so my head cannon is that He has a special kind of blood that makes him a universal donor to all, whether demon human or angel. So, to ensure he produces a lot of blood, his diet should be rich in iron, calcium, etc. So he is very big on diet and eating well. After all, eating healthy is the secret to a long, healthy life. He's especially worried about you since humans have much shorter lifespans than devils. He's usually the one reminding you if you've eaten. He instructs one of the devils to bring you food packed with nutrients if you haven't.

Marbas is a very serious devil; if you are a jokester and full of excitement, you are enough excitement for him. How you piss him off is if you don't take your health seriously, if he has to control how you take care of your body, he will. Actually he prefers it, He prefers that he is in charge of your health He's actually jealous of Lucifer that he is your primary care doctor because he wants to do it.

He indulges you because he cares, And if you don't stop him now, he can get quite smothering, when I mean smothering I mean my guy will try to bathe you. He treats you like a God, he worships the ground you walk on.

He likes that you're a human because it gives him a sense of strength so he can protect you. Since he is from Paradise Lost a kingdom full of healers a lot of demons assume that they are the weaker members of the species which is far from the case.

When he looks at you, He gives you such a soft loving look which is different from his normal scowl and resting bitch face.

Tells you not to eat candy, that candy is unhealthy, that you will get sick if you eat too much... Also him: destroys the bowl of candies on his desk.

If you're one of those types of people that gets so sick your bedridden, He's honestly in heaven, because you'll be in Paradise Lost in a soft comfy bed and he gets to take care of you all day. That coddling is in full force when he's practically feeding you soup cooing and smiling.

NSFW

Treat You like a Queen, fucks you like a slut. He will make sure that you know his safe word because he ain't going to stop when you say no. Even warns you before that he is rather rough in bed.

But don't worry, no matter what, no matter how many marks or how many times he makes you red and bleed, He will take care of you just as much. Marbas will fuck you so hard; he'll leave you bedridden, then he'll take care of you when you wake up. Admire the marks all over your body as he gives you a massage

He will use you like a stress toy, probably buys sex toys and bondage from Abaddon. He needs to know what your limits are. Marbas almost never satisfied his body until you, and he is eager to make up for lost time.

His stamina rivals that of the Kings; maybe that's because He hardly ever lets that self-restraint slip. If he's not inside you, he doesn't even touch himself. If it's not you're squeezing walls, then he gets no pleasure. He doesn't mind. He likes the tight feeling when his balls are so full it's almost going to burst, straining against his pants as he watches you like a hawk, his mind thinking about all the way he's going to bend you over his desk.

He loves You being a human so much. It gets him so much power. Maybe it's just him being a demon, but he craves to corrupt you. He wants to corrupt and destroy you as much as he wants to cradle and protect you. He craves to be in control. Some devils say he has a bit of a human kink, since he prefers the softness and fragility of humans than other devils.

He tries to avoid and ignore the fact that he might have a fetish for humans, He totally doesn't think about how easy it is for a soft human to fall apart on a demon cock. How tight they are compared to demons, how easy it is to bring them to tears by just pleasure. How it's so easy to leave marks on their skin how nicely they sound when they scream his name.

[avastrasposts]

Rosemary & Lavender

Plot: The victorious army is in town and Pero feels he deserves some R&R at the local tavern; a hot meal, a bath and a bed. And you just happen to be there to administer that bath. Lucky you!

Mercenary!Pero x female reader

Warnings: Explicit smut, dirt, blood, scowls and time period typical attitudes to safe sex. No use of y/n and the reader is pretty much a blank slate.

Word count: 4.5k

So @nerdieforpedro informed me about her Pero soon being in a tub in the fic she's working on, and that sparked a whole idea. She is wholly responsible for the below spa session. I can't believe I haven't written Pero getting a well deserved bath before! Thank you for the inspiration, Nerdie!

Also, huge thank you to the lovely @lady-bess who whipped up the banner in about five minutes flat when I twisted her arm with sweet words about Jack Daniels. Love you!

The soldiers were loud and triumphant as they rumbled into town, the victory had been resounding, the enemy thwarted and a much larger conflict avoided. The people of the town were out on the narrow streets, cheering the men as they marched onwards to the camp that had been erected on the other side. The victorious officers led the improvised parade, grinning at the boisterous men. The line of soldiers seemed to go on forever, but eventually the line trickled out and you closed the window to the upstairs room in the tavern your brother ran and hurried down to the kitchen. There would be a lot of work to be done when the men came in search of ale and revelry in a few hours. 

At the back of the long line of soldiers came those who didn’t really care what side won or lost, as long as they were on the winning side and got their payment, they were the mercenaries. Among them was a tall, dark haired Spaniard whose deep scowl kept most people at bay, Pero Tovar. He scanned the houses of the town as he followed the men walking past them, keeping his eyes open for a tavern who also offered rooms to stay in. He was still expecting his pay from the commander, but he’d found a few coins and valuables as he lingered on the battlefield after it was all done. His body ached, he was covered in grime, blood and mud, and he had no intention of sleeping in a tent tonight. The coins he’d found would buy him a bath, a bed and a hot meal away from the rest of the army. 

The tavern sign swung in the wind and he recognised the sign for lodgings. Taking no notice of the other mercenaries, he ducked his head and stepped through the low door, into the gloomy room inside. The innkeeper caught sight of him and raised a hand in greeting as he approached. 

“Welcome, and congratulations on your victory, soldier!” he boomed, “You’ve all done us a great service by keeping our border safe.” 

Tovar scoffed, his scowl deepening, he had no patience for the locals who were too cowardly to even attempt to defend their homes. 

“I want a hot meal, a bath and a bed for the night, in that order, innkeep,” he growled, tossing the coins on the nearest table. 

“Of course, sir, of course, take a seat and I’ll make sure your bath is heated while you eat,” the innkeep waved at the serving girl in the corner, who hurried through a door leading to the kitchen. Tovar sank down at one of the trestle tables as the innkeeper disappeared up a creaking staircase. Out of sight, he could hear him call to someone to prepare a hot bath in the available room, and then the stairs creaked as the innkeeper made his way back down. 

“Sir, my sister will make sure your bath is ready for when you’ve eaten, please let her know if you want more hot water or need anything else.” 

Tovar grunted and gave a short nod in reply, picking up his short knife and beginning to clean the grime from underneath his fingernails with the sharp tip. 

Not many minutes later the serving girl reappeared with a large bowl and a flagon. She set both down on the table in front of him and he inhaled deeply. Whoever the cook was, they did a fine job with the stew. It was thick and rich and he could see a bone or two sticking up. While the serving girl fetched him bread, he fished the longest bone from the bowl and sucked the marrow from it with a loud slurp before he tucked into the stew. 

It didn’t take him long to finish the bowl and mop up the remains with the last heel of bread. He pushed the bowl to the side and drained the flagon. 

“Girl, which room has my bath?” he called to the serving girl in the corner and she all but jumped out of her skin at his bark. 

“U-up th-e stairs and to the right, milord,” she stuttered, “l-last r-room.” 

He ignored her incorrect title for him and pushed to his feet, making his way up the creaking stairs and finding the room at the end of the hall. 

You straightened up as the door was opened and the lodger walked in. 

“Your bath is just about ready, sir,” you said, pouring the last of the hot water into the large wooden tub and checking to make sure it was hot enough. The delicate fragrance of rosemary and lavender filled the room, the sprigs floating in the water, the air warm from the fire burning brightly in the stone fireplace. You’d set aside a couple of your softest linen sheets for drying and a pitcher of cider was sitting on the small table in the corner together with bread and cheese. 

The man grunted in response and stepped through the door, his large frame taking up much of the space between the door and the tub. He was still wearing his armour, what little could be seen under the grime that covered it, two viscous looking swords equally splattered by dirt and blood on his back, and a knife in his belt. You couldn’t even see much of his face, most of it covered in mud, although it looked as if he’d attempted to wipe it off, patches of tan skin peaking through.

He sniffed the air, nodding approvingly as he saw the lavender floating in the steaming water and began to pull at one of the straps. 

“Do you require assistance removing your amour, sir?” you asked, putting down the jug and stepping to the side to make room for him by the tub. 

“Tovar,” he muttered, his hand dropping from the heavy looking belt around his waist, “don’t call me sir. And yes, if you’re willing, a helping hand is welcome, but I won’t pay extra for it.” 

You raised an eyebrow at his curt reply, but stepped closer, reaching for the first strap. 

“I won’t charge extra for it, we’re all very grateful for your service in defending the land around our town.” 

He only grunted at that as he stood still, watching your face as you unbuckled a piece of his armour. He hadn’t been close to an ordinary woman in months, only the whores that followed the wagon train, and he’d made sure to stay well away from them. He knew from experience that the easiest way to get something unpleasant festering in your cock was to share the same cunts as the rest of the army. But here was a real woman, clean by the looks of it, the shining hair uncovered, marking you as unmarried, skin clear of any blemishes, round cheeks and soft curves, was it any surprise that his cock twitched as you moved around him? Delicate hands unlatching and uncovering more of him with each piece that you removed.  

The pieces of his armour were placed nearby and he stood in his sweat drenched shirt as you worked on the last part. He could feel the foul smell coming off himself, but you didn’t flinch. He had a clean shirt in his pack, this one he might need to discard. Looking at the perfect swell of your ass cheeks under the dress, as you bent down to place vambraces on the floor, he wondered if he could offer you enough money to stay and bathe him, if he had enough coins to tempt you to do even more for him. His eyes were glued to you as you stood up straight and turned around. You felt his gaze slip over your body, greedily taking in each dip and curve, especially where your chest strained against the fabric of your dress. 

Without a word, you continued your task of undressing him, pretending to just keep going now that the armour was off. Your hands slipped under the hem of his shirt, and pushed it upwards, feeling his hard muscles under the warm skin as you caressed him under the guise of removing the last layer on his upper body.  

Tovar’s cock slammed to attention at the feeling; soft, warm palms, fingers slowly trailing over his chest, and sides, lifting the shirt over his head and dropping it down on the floor. Without stopping to ask, your fingers moved to the lacing in his breeches, and he toed his boots off as you looked up at him, meeting his dark eyes without hesitation. 

“You’re covered in all manner of grime, sir,” you said, glancing down to loosen another loop, “will you let me help you get clean?” 

“Pero,” he muttered, following your gaze down to where your hands were deftly working their way closer to the evidence of his arousal, his cock tight against the leather of his breeches. 

“Pero,” you echoed, slipping your hands around his waist and pushing his breeches down over his hips, curving your hands over his rear, grabbing it a bit more than necessary. His cock bobbed free, quickly growing harder as your hands caressed over his hips, sliding up along his sides, finding his shoulders and slipping down his arms, your fingernails leaving goosebumps in their wake on his skin. Finally your hand closed around his and pulled him towards the tub. 

“Get in before it gets cold, Pero,” you said, keeping your voice in the same low tone he’d given you his name in. 

He stepped into the warm water and let out an involuntary groan as his muscles first seized up and then relaxed, letting him slip deeper into the tub, the fragrance of rosemary and lavender all around him as he sensed your presence next to him. 

“I will smell like a well roasted side of pork when you’re done, are you bathing me or cooking me?” he mused as he sniffed the air, pushing away a sprig of rosemary. 

“You look like a very tough side of meat, I’d need to keep you simmering for days to get you tender and soft,” you said, laughing softly as Pero raised his eyebrows at you. 

“Tough side of meat,” he huffed, his hand coming out fast as a viper and swatting your behind as you bent to pick up the washcloth, “come here and finish what you started, mujer, or I’ll show you how tough my side of meat is.” 

You smiled at his crude humour, his hard erection clearly visible beneath the water, underlining his meaning. 

Rubbing down the wash cloth with sweet smelling soap you kneeled behind his head, “Close your eyes, Pero,” you said softly, “let me clean your face and hair first.” 

He could only grunt in response as you began to gently wipe at his face, tracing each line and angle, wiping weeks of grime away with every delicate movement. You’d guessed that he was a handsome man, even the dirt couldn’t hide that, but you were taken in as you rinsed the cloth in a bowl and reapplied it to his face, wiping gently. His skin was golden, a smattering of freckles over his nose, long dark lashes rested on his high cheekbones and the full lips were soft and plush looking under his scruffy facial hair. It really was too long, and his hair had begun to curl over his ears. 

“Pero,” you asked softly, “can I trim your beard and hair a little, keep it from getting in your eyes?” 

He only gave another low grunt in response, not even opening his eyes. You stepped away for the cutters, and then kneeled back down, using a small comb to untangle his locks, cutting until it was all even, revealing more of his handsome face. 

Rubbing the hard soap between your hands, you began to wash his hair, running your fingers through it to lift the grime and dirt. Under your hands, Pero moaned, an almost obscene sound, as your nails scratched at his scalp. 

“Mierda…” he groaned, “that’s good, keep doing that.” 

With a smile you continued, longer than necessary, to rub his scalp, massaging all the way down his neck and the tightly corded muscles holding his head up. Pero tipped forward, exposing more of his broad shoulder to you, and you soaped your hands again and worked through every inch of flesh you could reach, digging your thumbs into the knots and tight spots. Pero was breathing heavily, groaning every time you found a new kink to put pressure on.

“Señorita, I would pay good money to have you do this to me every night,” he mumbled, his head lolling from side to side as you worked your way up again, scratching at his scalp and rinsing his hair. Gently you pulled his head back and rested it on the small pillow at the lip of the tub. 

“If you pay better than my brother, I might take you up on that offer,” you smiled at him, even though his eyes were closed. Pressing a kiss to his forehead, you moved to the side of the tub and picked up the washcloth again.

Pero peeled his eyes open as you began to gently rub at his chest and arms, rinsing away the dirt. 

“And he won’t come after me if I steal you away from this place?” he asked, letting his free hand reach out and trace across your shoulder, down your side, barely grazing the curve of your breast before he let his hand fall. 

“He’ll probably only see it as one less mouth to feed,” you said with a smile as Pero shifted his gaze to where your hand was now washing his leg. You moved the washcloth methodically, rubbing circles on his foot, his calf, then on his knee, moving to his thigh and letting your hand disappear under the water. Pero hissed as the cloth grazed against his erection. It had simmered down while you cut and washed his hair, now it was growing rapidly, and he bucked his hips as you nudged it again. 

“Mierda….” he muttered under his breath, tipping his head back, anticipating your hand closing around his hard length. But instead, you pulled your hand out of the water and began to work on his other leg, the same methodical motions, circling over his wet skin. His foot…his calf…his knee…his thigh…it seemed you moved at a snail’s pace. When you finally let your hand sink below the water again, he all but held his breath as your hand moved. The washcloth brushed over the tip of him, sending a shiver through him, as you rubbed the very top of his thigh, cleaning the crease where his leg met his torso. It was agony, pure, sweet agony, and he had to bite his lip, his breathing laboured. 

“Cariño lindo….” he finally mumbled, putting his hand in the water and finding yours, “stop tormenting me.” With a firm grip he made you drop the washcloth, letting it float away forgotten in the tub, and brought your hand to his aching cock, your hand closing around it as you met his dark eyes. He let go of your hand and it stayed, wrapped around his thick length, an impressive girth from what you could feel. With a sigh he tipped his head back again, and you felt his cock twitch under your fingers, prompting you to slowly drag your hand up to the tip, your thumb slipping over the fat head. Pero bit down on his lip, air escaping his mouth, and beneath heavy lids he watched your face as you moved your hand. Your tongue peaked out, the tip resting on your bottom lip, and he could feel you grip him firmly, the soft pad of your thumb caressing his slit again. The sensation made his hip jerk up and he wondered if you’d let him pull you into the tub. Or even better, let him toss you on the bed that stood by the window, pull your skirts up and see if you were as wet as he thought you must be. The thought of sinking his cock into that wet heat made him jerk his hips again, fucking up into your tight hand. 

The water lubricated your movements, Pero’s heavy breathing and almost pained moans egged you on, and your hand stroked him firmly. His eyes were glued to you, half closed and he was mumbling under his breath, his hips jerking his cock up into your hand. He was heavy under your fingers, smooth and hard, and so thick that your hand couldn’t really close around all of him. Through the now murky water you could make it out, jutting out from between his strong thighs, a dark thicket of hair surrounding it. You pulled down the foreskin and let your thumb slip around the smooth head again, making him gasp and curse, pleading with you to go on. The water splashed a little over the edges as you slipped your hand down, picking up the pace, Pero’s incoherent mumbling replaced by heavy breathing and groans. He tipped his head back, his eyes squeezing shut, your hand moving faster, lighting a trail of fire through his spine, the familiar tightness building in his heavy balls, his fingers were gripping the sides of the tub tightly, his knuckles white. 

“Please….” he groaned, a loud gasp escaping and you felt his body freeze, only his hips jerking erratically into your hand as you continued to stroke him, white liquid shooting out from his cock into the water. 

“Mierda…” he hissed, grabbing your hand under water, closing your fingers even tighter around his still pumping cock, making you rub him through the length of his climax, milking every drop from him. 

Eventually he slowed down, making you slow your pace to a stand still too. His head lolled back and his muscles relaxed, only his chest moving now as he drew long, deep breaths. 

“Cariño lindo,” he muttered, taking your hand under water and bringing it up to his mouth for a slow kiss, “tell me, are you as wet as I am?” 

His question, and the sinful look on his face, made your cheeks heat up, but arousal flared in your body too. 

He pushed himself up, hanging his arms over the side of the tub, water dripping to the rushes on the floor. With a sly grin and his eyes on your face, he pushed your skirt up, his hand slipping under and up, finding the inside of your soft thigh. With practised ease he navigated your undergarments and found the apex of your thighs. He found you dripping, the slick liquid coating the lips of your sex, and with a pleased groan, he pushed a thick finger inside. Your body convulsed and you had to grip his shoulders to stop yourself from falling into the tub. 

“Pero…” you gasped, his finger deep inside, curling back and making your cunt tighten around his digit as he gave you a pleased grin. 

“So wet, cariño,” he praised, “I had a feeling you would be.” 

He slipped his finger out and quickly pushed in another, stretching you as his thumb found the pearl at the top of your slit, swirling around it with his rough pad. Lighting shot out into every limb and your grip on his shoulders tightened, your breathing suddenly laboured as he began to drive his fingers in and out, the slick dripping down his hand. You whimpered and dropped your head, leaning against his shoulder, and you felt him turn his head and nip at your neck, adding to the onslaught of your nerve endings. 

“Come on, querida, let me ruin you for whatever slow farmer tries to fuck you when I’m gone,” he muttered, his hot breath in your ear as he curled his fingers again, grinning as he heard you whine at his words, or maybe it was the way his thumb changed the pattern on your aching bundle of nerves. 

Your teeth were leaving marks on his shoulder, your nails digging into them too. The breathy moans you were panting made his cock twitch and fill again, he felt blood rush to it as your cunt clamped down hard around his fingers. 

“Fuck it,” he suddenly groweled, water sloshing over the floor as he pulled his fingers from between your legs and stood up. You gasped in protest but he didn’t let you gather yourself, pulling you to your feet he stepped out of the tub and pushed you backwards onto the bed. He gave your behind a swat, urging you to shimmy up it, and followed you as he eagerly pushed your dress up around your waist again. His grin was hungry, and you saw his heavy cock swollen between his thighs again. With an impatient shove, he parted your legs and sank down, his wide shoulder holding them open. 

His first lick through your folds made you cry out, grabbing on to his damp curls as he opened his mouth to fuck his tongue as deep as he could inside you. The feeling made you dizzy as every inch of your skin seemed to burn under him, your arousal ramping up as you heard him growl into your cunt, his tongue lapping at you. He moved above you, pushing your legs further apart as he moved his hand up and mumbled something into your flesh. You tugged at his curls, pulling his face up to look at you and he gave you a grin. 

“Your taste is driving me wild, hermosa,” he panted, his short beard glistening with your slick, “I want to feel you come on my tongue, can you do that for me?” He gave you a mischievous grin and held up his hand, wiggling two of his fingers as you nodded weakly. His fingers slid down through your cunt and easily into your heat and he watched your eyes slip closed as you moaned, your head dropping back down on the bed. As you panted out his name, he picked up the speed of his fingers, bending down to close his mouth around your swollen bead, flicking his tongue over it before he lapped at it. Your cries, your fingers tightening in his hair, let him know he was working you the right way and he doubled his efforts. His cock was aching beneath him, hard and swollen, as you tried to close your legs around his head, your body arching up from the bedding. Panting hard you began to moan his name, rocking your face against his mouth with your fingers in his curls, he could feel you beginning to unravel, your legs shaking. With a final effort, he clamped his mouth around your sensitive pearl and sucked, pushing a third finger into you and curling back. 

“Pero…” you moaned loudly, “p-please…” A gasp escaped you, your breathing erratic and he felt your body go taught under him, your cunt going impossibly tight around his fingers. He felt his scrotum tighten at the thought of feeling that around his cock, as you cried out, your climax washing over you in wave after wave. He kept his fingers moving, flicking his tongue over your core and pushed your pleasure as high as he could. You were all but sobbing as he finally felt your legs begin to relax around him, gasping to catch your breath. He caressed your thighs, pulling out his fingers and pushing himself back up to sit on his haunches. His cock was painfully hard, bouncing back against his belly as he looked down at you, spent and sated beneath him. 

There was something predatory in the way his gaze roamed over your body now, your bottom half exposed to him, your top half still covered by your dress. He put his hand out and tugged at one of the ribbons. 

“Take it off,” he commanded, pushing aside the first layer. With trembling fingers, still shaking from his ministrations, you undid the fastenings, pulling the dress apart and wiggling out of it until it lay beneath you and you were as naked as Pero still kneeling between your spread legs. He was watching you with heavily lidded eyes, stroking his cock with lazy movements, the head red and weeping. 

“I want to fuck you,” he said, his voice low as he leaned forward and moved up over your body, “I won’t come inside you, but I need to feel this tight cunt around my cock tonight.” 

You nodded dumbly, you’d do anything to have more of him, he’d already given you more pleasure than you thought possible, and you ached to feel him inside you. 

His rough hand came out and grabbed your soft breast, teasing the nipple and watching it pebble under his finger tips. When he was satisfied, he let his hand slip down your cushy belly, noting how you shivered as he grazed your sensitive core. He grabbed your thigh and pushed it up, making space for himself. When he was satisfied, he closed his hand around his cock and placed it at your opening, watching as he caressed it through your folds, coating it in your slick, and then pushed in, sliding through your swollen cunt in one fell swoop. It made you gasp as Pero groaned, both his hands grabbing your hips and he pulled you onto his cock. 

“Cariño, so tight…” he growled, eyes transfixed at the place where his aching hard length disappeared into your wet cunt. He pulled out, and slid back in again, groans escaping through his clenched jaw as he began to fuck you. His fingers dug into your flesh as he held you in a vice, snapping his hips, chasing his rapidly approaching climax. 

You watched him, your own body spent and pliant under him, only there to let him use, to sink his cock into, as he growled like a feral animal, snarling when he felt your cunt tighten and clamp down around his cock. His newly cut hair was damp from sweat and bath water, he smelled of rosemary and lavender and every scar on his hard soldier’s body stood out on his flushed skin. 

He groaned, his eyes closing, squeezing them tight and his mouth hung open, his breaths coming out in short bursts. Suddenly he pushed your hips away, pulling out with a hiss and fisting his cock, furiously stroking himself. It took only a few seconds, and then his hot spend shot out, coating your belly and thighs as he snarled and moaned like he was injured. With fascination you watched the thick liquid burst from the shining head of his cock while he squeezed, his face screwed up like he was in pain. He tugged at it, milking it dry before he finally gasped, taking a deep breath and opening his eyes. 

Looking down at you, his eyes softened as he regarded you for a few long seconds, his hand still wrapped around his softening cock. With a sigh he crawled over you, dropping down on your side and pressing a kiss, wet and soft, to your cheek. 

“I’m sorry, hermosa, but I think we need another bath.” 

[bellysoupset]

irl story under the cut -

my guy is an absolute BABY. He's very sarcastic and cynical most of the time, but the minute something as minor as the sniffles hit him he'll be complaining and whining, wanting cuddles, etc. Thing is, we're not from the same town so that's pretty difficult already, but also we work very different schedules AND he never ever takes breaks. So you know, I never get to experience the good stuff even though he's a germ magnet.

Just so happens this week he's got the stomach flu (again?? in like 3 months??) and still he was insisting he was fine, could work through it. Yesterday he texts me like "I haven't eaten all day because I was feeling queasy, but I forced myself to and now I think I'm gonna puke" and little updates because he still had one hour of commune before getting home. All "yeah, don't think I'm gonna make it."

Eventually he got home, we texted just a bit, I could tell he was dead, he told me he'd go to bed. His normal time to get up for work is 4 AM, yep you read that right, so I woke up at 6 AM and I was a little weirded out he wasnt answering me so quickly, but alright. Then he texted me at 9 AM "I actually stayed home today"

That really shocked me, he's the type to drag himself, but he explained "yeah, I was going to, but then I threw up on my doorstep when I was going out and spent the next 20 mins dry heaving, so I had to call in sick." Again my brain went blue screen at this, I'm just mumbling at this point and then he said "can you come over? I'm on break tomorrow"

Normally I work from home, so you know what, sure I can come over. My work day was slow anyway, so I drove to his place and he looked like a damn corpse, just throwing himself on top of me and whining and I'm like playfully rolling my eyes at him. He was definitely running a temp, but a low one. We cuddled a bit, watched some movies, I told him he had to eat something and so did I. He was actually very open to food, since he hadn't eaten anything since morning and we shared some leftovers, which wasn't anything heavy.

So we cuddled up in bed again and he pressed his mouth to my shoulder while we watched this very funny cutesy movie (L1sa Frank3nstein), which is super baby for our average taste, but it has multiple gross scenes and halfway through he kinda sits up and goes "can we pause? I don't feel good."

I paused, put the laptop aside and kinda patted my lap so he could lie down, which he normally loves, but he shook his head, paling considerably, "no, really, I don't feel good..." followed by a small gag. I cringed, pushing his hair back, "do you want me to get a bucket?" "no, I'm a grown man, I can puke in the bathroom."

I thought it was funny he said this, considering he was shaking from the nausea, but still not making a move to go to the bathroom. I didn't answer him, just scoffed and continued to rub his back, keeping quiet. I could literally hear his tummy gurgling and him gulping down burps.

He's stubborn as hell, so he didn't puke despite it coming very close, then collapsed down on my lap and asked for hair pets again. Which I did, so now he's snoring and I'm typing this on my phone. I'll type more if there are updates.

(this man is gonna give me a stroke)

[suzukiblu]

Tim?

Tim did not actually mean to kidnap an alternate reality's version of Kon.

In his defense, he'd had very limited time in that reality and everything in it had been going to shit and . . . well, everything in it had been going to shit.

Also, Lex Luthor had been a lot more heavily involved in that particular reality's Cadmus, and fuck it if Tim was ever going to leave any version of Kon with that bastard.

With any bastard who could ever look at Kon and call him "it".

"Ow," Tim grunts into the dirty pavement of what he hopes is his own Gotham as blood drips out of his mouth, and feels Kon's fingertips brush very, very tentatively against his back. He's a little too dizzy to lift his head, but he figures it doesn't matter. Like it's just . . . it's fine. They're not in Cadmus and Kon is safe and Tim is . . . conscious, at least, which means he can work with the situation.

Whatever the situation actually is, anyway.

Kon's hands flatten against his back, which is a very familiar tell, and Tim immediately feels the even more familiar embrace of TTK wrapping him up.

Less familiar is the impulse to find said embrace adorable, but in Tim's defense, this Kon is physiologically about ten years old and so far every single thing he's done has been either adorable or heartbreaking or some terrible combination of the two.

"Robin?" Kon asks anxiously. "You're okay, right?"

"M'okay," Tim mumbles blurrily, because it's more or less true. More blood drips out of his mouth and splatters on the pavement. "All okay. S'fine. You hurt?"

"No," Kon says, still sounding nervous. "Dunno where we are, though."

"Should be Gotham," Tim says, forcing himself to lift his head enough to check and nearly laughing as he recognizes their surroundings as the exact part of Crime Alley that he got interdimensionally yanked out of seventy-six hours ago. "Yeah. Gotham."

He pushes himself up enough to look over at Kon. Kon looks very small crouched down next to him with buzzed-down hair, barefoot in pristine white lab scrubs with a shiny metal cuff stamped with an identification number locked around his wrist. "13" features prominently on it.

Tim wants to melt it into slag.

"Is it your Gotham?" Kon asks.

"No clue, but I'm hoping," Tim says. He thinks about getting to his feet but he's pretty sure he'd throw up if he tried. Or fall over. Or both?

Probably both, at this point.

Oh well, he figures, and pushes himself up. He doesn't vomit, surprisingly, although he is very definitely sure that Kon's TTK is the only thing keeping him from falling over.

No reason to look that particular gift horse in the mouth, Tim decides.

"I need coffee," he says as he gives Kon's shoulder an appreciative pat, because the caffeine withdrawal is real. Also he needs medical attention, probably, but also-also he needs to come up with either a cover story for the ER or an explanation for Bruce and therefore caffeine can't hurt.

"Uh, okay," Kon says skeptically. "I don't think Starbucks or anything is gonna be open right now, though, it's pretty late."

"God, what did Cadmus teach you, kid," Tim says despairingly, making a face at the thought. "Starbucks is a punishment from God. We're going to the nearest twenty-four diner and I'm ordering roofing tar. And we're getting you a hot chocolate. Do you want a hot chocolate?"

". . . yeah," Kon says, biting his lip. "Um. I mean, I dunno if I'd like it, though."

"If you don't like it, we'll get you something else," Tim says. "But I haven't slept or eaten properly since I left my reality and I need coffee before it becomes a legitimate medical emergency."

"Shouldn't you get, like, real food, then?" Kon asks skeptically. "Not just coffee?"

"Coffee is food," Tim lies reflexively.

". . . I don't think it is," Kon says, squinting up at him suspiciously. "Are you taking advantage of me being too stupid to know if coffee's food or not?"

". . . we can get something to go," Tim says, wishing he'd blown up a bit more of Cadmus on his way out of that fucking cesspool of a reality. "You're not stupid. Luthor can choke on a fucking cactus for all the shit he kept saying to you."

"I mean, I didn't come out right," Kon says uncomfortably. "I'm not as smart as Dadd–as Lex is. Or as Superman was."

Tim pretends that Kon wasn't about to say "Daddy" for both their sakes. Just . . . yeah. At least for the moment, anyway.

Luthor was a lot more heavily involved in that Cadmus.

And horrifyingly.

Tim tries not to think about the way that Luthor had kept touching Kon. All the little too-deliberate points of contact he'd made time and again and too often.

Much too often.

Tim hadn't seen anyone else even so much as enter Kon's personal space the entire time he'd been in that godforsaken lab, and every single time that Luthor had made a gesture like he might touch him, Kon had tensed in something that couldn't decide between being fear or anticipation.

It'd made Tim want to burn the whole fucking lab and every single LexCorp-owned building he could find to the ground.

He'd settled for interdimensionally kidnapping Kon and destroying all of Cadmus's systems and DNA samples as thoroughly as possible. C-4 had been involved.

A lot of C-4 had been involved.

Possibly that had been a slight overreaction, but fuck if Tim cares. Just–Clark had still been dead, and Cassie hadn't had powers and Bart hadn't been in the time period and Tim himself hadn't even existed, for whatever reason, and apparently neither had Cissie or Greta or Anita or Slobo, and Bruce had already had his hands full with Damian and Dick had been off-planet and Jason had also still been dead and just–

Options had been limited, alright?

Options had been limited, and by that point Tim hadn't had time to go check and see what the Kents were up to or track down Lois Lane or Jimmy Olsen or even just tip off the Justice League or the Titans, because by that point he'd been in an examination room with a Lex Luthor who was stroking a frightened Kon's face with one hand while holding a syringe that was glowing kryptonite-green with the other and Tim had just . . . he'd just made some choices at that point, okay?

He'd made some very decisive choices.

And some very decisive commitments.

Or at least one very decisive commitment, anyway.

[caeunot]

johnnie guilbert x reader

getting your lip pierced and him accompanying u!!

➷ you have always wanted to get snake bites since you were a kid but you also happened to be terrified of needles. johnnie noticed the jealousy in your face when one of your friends got it done and since he also had some experience with lip piercings he thought he would be able to help you get some !!

"hey baby you know you would look so good with snake bites" johnnie says as he puts his arms around you from behind and kisses your neck. "you know I've been thinking it over lately.. fuck I wish I wasn't such a baby when it came to needles" you turn around to face him and scrunch your face up. "what if I help you! I could hold your hand while you get it done and look after you and the piercing with extra care!" "are you sure? I don't want to be a burden.."

he takes your face in his hands and gives you a kiss. "y/n you will never be a burden okay?" you smile and hug him tight and he gently grabs your hair.

a week later and he's driving you to your favorite food place to eat something good since your lips will hurt for awhile after they are pierced. he sees your nerves and puts his hand on your thigh. once you two have eaten your fill you start asking him a bunch of questions about the healing process and the pain, which you already researched all about but you needed extra confirmation to ease your nerves, thankfully Johnnie acted as if it was the first time you have ever asked him this and gave forward answers.

as you two get out of the car he immediately takes your hand in his and gives it a squeeze as if to say 'you got this'. "hello can I get snake bites please", "no problem! please lie down over here then" the piercer advises and you gulp and look johnnie in the eyes. "your okay darling your fine deep breathes! think about how sick u will look once it's done kay?" you nod and lie down, still holding onto his hand

the moment the first needle goes in you feel johnnie using his thumb to gently caress your hand to calm you. once the second needle goes in you feel awful and all of a sudden everything goes black....

you wake up in the back of johnnie car laying on his lap. "fuck your finally awake!! I was so worried y/n please never do that to me again" as you sit up he immediately goes in for a strong hug and dugs his head into your neck.

"what happened...?" you say as the long hug ends but his hands still haven't stopped holding onto you. "you passed out when the second needle went in! they had to put the piercing in while you were blacked out.. they say you should have woken up immediately after but you didn't.. I was so worried y/n I thought I was going to lose you I promise I'll never encourage you to do anything your scared of ever again i-" you interrupt him by giving him a soft kiss.

after you start feeling a bit better you check yourself out in the car mirror and to be honest you looked really good. "do u think it suits me?" you ask johnnie. "is that even a question. you were the most beautiful girl ever before but this is on a whole other level, at this point you could be classified as a goddess"

"oh shut up" you say with a giggle as you take his free hand in your own and hold it tight

❣

[tartigglez]

hi congrats!!!! could i request megumi +orange!!!

"warmth"

・❥・megumi x gn!reader

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・❥・back on my emo megumi agenda, first dates, silly kisses, fluff nothing important, no real plot, reader is a dog person

・❥・GOD I HAVEN'T BEEN ON HERE IN SO LONG THIS IS A VERY SMOL MEAL IM SO SORRY FOR MY TARDINESS ANON!!

・❥・if you want to request a prompt from this event, click on the orange title!

it’s hard to find home when the only place you are ever truly comfortable is in the shadows. 

megumi has known this since he was a mere child, ever since the manifestation of his cursed technique he has known that that is where he belongs.

but he was wrong, he realised this after he met you, when you coaxed him out of the shadows, when slowly but surely, he was less haunted by the destiny of sorcery laid out before him. 

on your first date with megumi, he was really quite stoic, and seemed quite unbothered by your presence altogether. this was odd, considering he was the one who had asked you out in the first place. well, sort of…

“we should get dinner later” he had grumbled, not phrasing it in such a way one would ask a person they had a crush on if they’d like to enjoy a meal together at all. 

“sure!” you’d optimistically agreed (although you were internally questioning him), and that was that. 

when this dinner actually happened, megumi was rather awkward. he either wouldn't talk at all, or ask how your food was before turning almost as red as the crimson tablecloth laid out in front of you both. it was the sort of date that was hard to tell if it was really even a date at all. you wondered if he had just asked you to a meal as friends, but quickly realised that couldn’t be right, since any time you’d eaten out with him and another one of your classmates right after a mission, he’d be much more relaxed. 

in all reality, you didn’t know much about megumi. when in public, it was a little hard to discuss curses, so that was off the table despite being just about the only thing you had in common with him, because, of course, it's also rather difficult to talk about much other than curses inside the confines of jujutsu tech. 

eventually though, your awkward silence gave way to a common love that you both have, dogs! of course this was indirectly related to his shikigami, but the other people in the restaurant didn't need to know that. 

the date seemed to pass quickly after that, with megumi discussing the personalities of his “pet” dogs whilst wearing a slight smile. 

after insisting on buying your dinner for you, he quietly walked you to the outside of the restaurant, standing for a moment, trying to think of something to say. you however, had a trick up your sleeve. 

a kiss.

you placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning up on your tiptoes and giving him a quick peck on the cheek, before running to the nearest cab. 

“see you on monday, megumi! thanks for dinner!” 

however, he was still frozen, and only managed to speak a quiet “bye” as your taxi drove off. 

and in that moment, megumi fushiguro did something rather rare, and smiled a genuine smile. 

“gumi, have you seen my hoodie?”

“your hoodie? is that what we’re calling it now?” he teases, practically smiling through his words. 

“shut up~ you know it’s my favourite”

“only cause it’s mine” he mumbles, gesturing you to come closer to him as he sits on his bed, beckoning you to cease your search. 

“fine, maybe that's why…” you trail off, coming over to the bed and taking a seat on his lap. 

he looks up at you with those eyes. so loving and pure and calm and nothing else matters when he looks at you like that. in conclusion, he wants attention. 

“what's wrong honey?” you ask, running a hand through the hair at the back of his neck, meeting his eyes with yours, tilting your head a little.

“nothin’, just thinking” he whispers.

“about what?”

“that's for me to know.”

and he does know. he’s thinking about how it’s been three years exactly since he took you out to that shitty restaurant, or how you came to his dorm at 2am two weeks later and said nothing, just pulled him in by the collar of his pyjamas and kissed him. how you never cease to surprise him. how bright his love for you burns. how that warmth can never truly be extinguished. 

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© tartigglez, 2023. do not copy, translate or repost, reblogs appreciated

[kaemixx0]

I'm bored so why not some tips that have helped me (:

☆ The motivation is strong, but the discipline is more; You have to resist even if you don't want to. Search thinsp0, look in the mirror, think about the progress you've made!

☆ At first it may sound difficult, but once you fall in love with the feeling of being hungry, of being tired, of feeling like you haven't eaten enough, everything gets better, as I said, it's about discipline more than motivation.

☆ Drink a lot of water; that helps me a lot with the craving, feel full and just for distraction. Although I don't know how healthy I am in this regard, I usually drink more than two liters a day :)

☆ Don't forget your goals. Every time you feel hungry, think about all the previous times you have felt it and that didn't mean you ate, you have to be in control, it is your decision.

☆ I don't know how good this is, but I know it's horrible that you like sweets so much and can't eat them because you're ⭐️ving. Resist as long as you can, but if you really crave it, you should eat a small amount, enjoy it, and forget about it. Once in a long time of effort will not be bad, is much better than the frustration make u binge.

Personally, there is always one day a week when I usually eat more than my limit because family gatherings, I have to eat enough so they don't worry, so you too and could take it as a meta day –I have read that it helps maintain in control of your metabolism– and most importantly don't immerse yourself in guilt and frustration about this!

When you eat more than your limit bc you went out with friends, or your family, or maybe you had a good time with someone you love, forget it, our little happiness matters; tomorrow you will do it better.

Adding more:

☆ Download games that keep you focused; I usually play cod mobile, sometimes also while I walk around my house to increase my steps taken haha.

If your parents / family worry about u / u are afraid that they will notice:

☆Of course, if you can, try to eat before or after ur family so they don't notice how little you eat.

☆ Distribute your meals well according to your calorie restriction and how many times or how little your family allows you to eat, for example; I eat two meals a day, my limit is 500 kcal, so I try to make my breakfast very low in kcal because lunch is prepared by my mom and it usually has a lot of calories —you will realize that to achieve this you have to start observing and planning more, hun.

☆ Personally; I usually tell them that I want to take care of myself, being healthy and that I will not eat ultra-processed foods, junk food, etc., they understand that; I don't tell them that I want to lose weight, just want to eat healthy.

☆ Fix your attitude; Idk about you, but after the first week I radically start ⭐️ving myself, they noticed it by my mood; I was constantly irritated, upset and looked very tired, now I try to pretend normality.

☆ It helps me a lot to be active at home, at least now that I'm on vacation; I mean, there are some chores that I do every day —it helps me stay active and my parents think I'm fine :)

☆ In my case, I lost weight in a very short time, it wasn't much but it was noticeable, my parents noticed it, so I decided not to wear tight clothes anymore, normally only oversized t-shirts and loose shorts, that way, they won't notice so easily when I lose weight quickly and they won't worry.

♡ I hope this helps you even a little, stay safe

[peachyscenes]

home sweet home | san x yeosang x fem!reader x wooyoung

maybe part three to sweet sweet love and even sweeter love, who knows.

established!sansang & reader, wooyoung happens to be just as loved. woo also has a (not very) discreet crush on reader and sansang, no one minds. reader is the real freak! (/lh) honestly kinda messy since i'm not used to longer pieces hhhh

warnings: smut, smut, this is actually my longest piece and i have no idea how many words this is (word count will be added later), a little plot (?), unprotected sex (do not do this, this is fiction!), foursome, throat grabbing but not choking, bulging (throat and mention of stomach bulge), oral (lots of it), dirty (?) talk, they all like each other and it makes me sick. hints of other kinks but not straight up in your face, idk what else is in here i just started typing 🫶 no established dynamics but san kinda takes charge (but he's not labeled a dom). no use of y/n, everyone has their own nickname for reader

—————

the sun is slightly peeking out through the curtains, but it's not enough to disturb your little trio. although you each have your own bedrooms, san made it clear that he likes sleeping with you. and the night before, yeosang decided to join your sleepover.

san is in deep sleep, his arm is around you and you can feel his warm breath on your back. yeosang is to your other side, he's not a cuddler like san, but every now and then his hand will find yours, just like now. just as you felt yourself going back to sleep, you hear the small buzzing sound of yeosang's phone. you know it's yeo's because of the distinct vibrations imitating the mario theme song.

careful to not disturb your two boys, you reach over to see who it is.

wooyoung.

a small smile graces your features as you answer.

"hi woo."

"o-oh! hi! good morning," wooyoung stutters out. he feels a little bashful hearing your voice this early, he likes the slight rasp that still holds so much love and kindness.

"sorry that yeosang didn't answer, he's still asleep," you say in a hushed tone as to not wake up the other two.

"no, it's cool! i was just gonna tell him that i was planning to head over now, but if you're all still sleeping then-"

"no it's fine woo, come over. i'll make breakfast if you haven't eaten yet."

—

wooyoung doesn't feel awkward being with you. he's welcomed with a hug by you at the door and he's immediately seated and offered a cup of coffee, exactly how he likes it. no, instead he feels at home and he feels a little guilty for feeling this way about you considering you're dating not one but both of his best friends. however, nobody could blame him. you were kind and to top it off you were very attractive.

"yeosang was telling me about your new dance project, he feels real good about it." as you're speaking to wooyoung, you're making several stacks of pancakes to accompany the eggs, ham, and home potatoes you made for breakfast.

"yeah? i'm glad he thinks so. sometimes i feel like i'm not pulling my own weight, but it makes me feel better to know that it's actually going well."

you sent wooyoung a small smile. "don't worry, you always do so well, woo. i've always loved your dancing." wooyoung blushes a bit at the compliment before letting out a small thank you. you plated his food before patting his head. "i'm gonna wake the other two up, ok?"

—

your home is lively as wooyoung had decided to spend the day with you all. he's a real chatter box when speaking to san and yeosang, and it makes you feel a little jealous knowing he's still a little shy around you. it's times like these where you remember a conversation you had with san after sex.

"youngie likes you." san had his arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you on top of him. his skin was still a little sweaty and his chest littered in love bites and lipstick, he was absolutely gorgeous and you had to fight the urge to take a picture of him and go for another round.

"well i'm glad he does, i like him too." san let out a chuckle before caressing your scalp. he was always so tender, especially on rougher nights.

"no baby, i mean, he really likes you. like how yeosang and i like you"

"but you and yeosang love me."

"exactly."

that night, you giggled at san's confession and told him that maybe wooyoung loved differently. you didn't completely disregard wooyoung's feelings about you. no, that's not something you would do, especially when wooyoung wasn't there to defend or explain himself.

since then, it's been something that's lingered in the back of your mind. but it made you notice things that you hadn't before. you started to notice his lingering gazes, the soft smiles, and how his hugs would last just a tad bit longer. you didn't ask yeosang about it either because it's likely that he knows as well. he and san are very synchronized. and for whatever reason, they didn't mind wooyoung's little crush, so you chose to not mind as well. suddenly, someone wrapped their hands around you, the small hint of citrus fruit hits you. immediately, you know that it's yeosang. speak of the devil.

"what are you thinking about, love?"

"about wooyoung."

"what about wooyoung?"

there's a moment of silence and you're sure that neither yeosang or san would refuse because as observant as they are, so are you. wooyoung may like you, but you also see how much he likes them. like how you like them.

because you love them.

"i hope you don't think i'm being greedy for this, sangie."

"well, that depends on what you're going to say."

you hesitate before deciding.

"why don't we let wooyoung join us?"

—

wooyoung feels like he woke up in a dream. when san asked him if he wanted to join them for a night, he didn't think it was because of you. he also thought it was going to be an outing, not you in between his legs and on your knees. but wooyoung isn't mad because he actually preferred this than going out to dinner with you all.

wooyoung lets out a soft moan as you take more of his cock into your mouth. he's not very long, but he is on the girthier side. he had no idea you'd be amazing at blowjobs, and he's thanking every god in existence.

while you're on your knees, san is right behind you, guiding your head down on wooyoung, praising you for doing such a good job. and right below you is yeosang, eagerly sucking on your clit as you sit on his face.

"that's it baby, making youngie feel so good," san says to you. you let out a moan and you're not sure if it's because of yeosang or wooyoung or san, but you're enjoying yourself and that's all that matters. "make youngie come baby, do it for me, yeah?" and just like that, you're eagerly sucking him off without so much as a sweat and wooyoung is seeing stars as he dumps his load down your throat.

"you took him so well, so proud of you baby." san gives you a charming smile before pulling you off of yeosang's face. a small 'hey!' resounds throughout the room.

"i wasn't done, y'know," yeosang whines as he begrudgingly sits up. "you didn't come, love."

san ignores yeosang as he sits you down right on wooyoung's lap. you take the liberty to turn around and straddle him. his cock slowly becomes hard again as your pussy rubs against it. you feel yourself getting wetter.

"hi." you giggle out before planting a sweet kiss on wooyoung's lips. he returns your giggles with a smile of his own before chasing after your lips again into a deeper kiss.

the bed dips a bit as san sits next to wooyoung. his fingers lightly dance on your thighs before dipping between your legs to tease your clit. you moan softly against wooyoung's lips at the feeling. it is then that yeosang stands behind you and he breaks your kiss with wooyoung to pull off your shirt and bra in one swift movement. you can't help but chastise him for his abruptness.

"sangie! you have have to be careful," you complain to him. he chuckles at you before proceeding to take off his pants. "you can't just pull my bra off like that."

"m'sorry love," he kisses your shoulder. "just want youngie to see you." you huff at him before kissing wooyoung once again. it's san's voice that breaks your little kissing session.

"i know we invited you woo, but i want you to choose what to do first." he tells him. that's just like san, always a giver.

wooyoung looks down to see san's fingers still ghosting over your pussy and it's then that he faintly remembers when san told him how much he and yeosang love to eat you out.

"can i taste you?"

you give him one last kiss before climbing off his lap and laying on the bed,

only for wooyoung to stop you as you're midway on your hands and knees.

"i wanna eat you out from behind, if that's okay..."

it's your turn to feel a little embarrassed before telling him that it's fine. it's not like you haven't received head like this, for christ's sake san loves your ass a little too much, but it's wooyoung and you feel a little embarrassed being spread out for him like that. you make sure to get a bit comfortable.

wooyoung almost immediately presses his face onto your bare pussy before breathing in and letting out a groan.

oh that's hot you think.

"you smell so good. all wet, just for me." you let out a whine as his tongue licks a stripe up before he completely dives in. he stays like this for a bit before stopping to breathe.

"fuck, san was right, you taste sweet."

you let out a moan at his words and wooyoung responds by kissing a cheek.

wooyoung then goes back in, this time he licks a stripe from your clit to your ass, making sure to tongue at your puckered hole before lapping up your juices from the main source.

he's good. a little too good, and you're afraid that you're addicted. your head is buried in the sheets and you think you might rip the sheets if you keep gripping them so strongly. you feel someone nudging your head and when you look up, it's yeosang with his own cock in hand.

without another word, you greedily open your mouth to welcome his length. yeosang is actually longer than both wooyoung and san, but with the many times you've given him head, you're basically trained.

yeosang gently holds your head with one hand as he thrusts into your mouth at his own pace. you can feel him at your throat and he moans at the feeling as his other hand finds your throat to feel the bulge.

"love, you're doing so well, ffuck."

one particular hard suck from wooyoung makes you moan, the sensation causes yeosang to sigh out in pleasure. you know you're gonna cone soon and it's then in that moment you feel fingers at your clit. you momentarily pull away from yeosang to see that it's san.

his other hand is working on his own cock and you can't help but be mesmerized at san. san's cock is thick and it's especially heavier when he's hard, but never have you seen it be this hard. you quickly remember yeosang telling you that san was a bit of a voyeur and you make sure to keep that in mind before turning back to yeosang's cock.

with a final lick from wooyoung, you let out a deep moan as you feel yourself coming on his tongue. wooyoung rides you through your high before parting from your pussy with a final kiss.

yeosang is next, coming down your throat with a deep groan from his chest. san is last, finishing on your back and painting it with his cum.

you all take a moment to breathe before san pulls you up to sit you on your knees and pulls you to his chest.

"you still up for another round baby?" san nips at your neck, waiting for you to respond.

"yes sannie, want you all bad," you whine out. san chuckles before motioning to yeosang. yeosang immediately understands and reaches over to the bedside drawer.

"woo, you're gonna take her pussy. you can take her ass next time."

next time. you hope it comes soon.

yeosang quickly comes back with the lube. you can't help but feel a little nervous. you've done anal before and definitely double penetration, but you don't do it often, so it always feels new. luckily, yeosang senses this and is immediately by your side.

"don't worry love, sannie and youngie will take care of you."

you look at yeosang before smiling.

"and who's gonna take care of sangie?"

he chuckles before caressing your face, "you, if you're still up for it." you nod at yeosang before kissing the palm of his hand. carefully you climb onto wooyoung's lap and align his tip with your entrance and there's almost no difficulty with wooyoung. there's a small stretch, but the slight burn immediately fades away and instead he feels comfortable in your pussy. yeosang is softly rubbing your back as you prepare yourself for san.

you tense a little feeling the cold substance at your hole, but it slowly fades to pleasure as san inserts his fingers.

"'s tight baby, you sure we fuck you enough?"

yeosang chuckles at san's words.

"i don't think so, i mean, we did invite wooyoung, who's to say she won't ask for our other friends. what do you think, youngie?"

"you're quite the greedy one, doll."

you let out a moan at their teasing. you suddenly feel san take out his fingers before taking his own cock and lining himself up.

"breathe f'me baby, relax, okay?"

you nod at san's words and feel him entering. yeosang is by your ear, praising you, as is wooyoung on your other ear. san finally enters you and you're pretty sure there's a bulge on your stomach.

"you feel okay doll?"

"yeah, i feel so full." wooyoung's leaning back on his arms. your head is resting on his shoulder and your hands are holding onto his biceps. san's own hands are on your hips.

slowly, you lift yourself up from wooyoung's lap and fall back down, the feeling of his cock sliding through your walls is euphoric and you really hope he sticks around after this. san takes this as a sign to start moving and eventually you all find a rhythm.

at some point wooyoung lays down, resulting you in riding him and san helping you. the sound of skin on skin resounds through the air.

"y-your cock feels so good youngie. fuck! you fill me up so good mhhh!" you suddenly feel a slap to your ass and a hand on your throat. san is then pulling you back to his chest, almost as if spreading you out for wooyoung to admire.

"what about me baby? don't you like my cock?"

a hard thrust from san has you crying out and he smirks.

"i love it! love your big cock! fuckfuckfuck! please, please, please, san! don't stop please hhng!"

san begins to thrust into you at a harder pace, causing you to fall forward onto wooyoung. wooyoung takes the lead and thrusts up into you, leaving you to just take it. it only takes a few more thrusts from both men before a dam is broken and you come with a loud cry. without realizing it, you had squirted all over both men. san orgasms inside of you right after, slowly pistoning in and out of you before pulling out his now softened cock. wooyoung comes a bit after san, a small puddle of your squirt on his stomach. when he pulls out, some of his cum drips from your opening and yeosang moans at the sight.

wooyoung gently kisses you before laying you down on your back. it's then that yeosang takes over your vision and you giggle at the eager look in his eyes.

"just be a little gentle please."

"of course love."

yeosang pulls you to the end of the bed where he stands and using wooyoung's cum as a lubricant, easily slides into you.

you groan a little at the overstimulation and yeosang does nothing but smile at your reaction.

"sorry." he half-apologizes before pulling out and pushing back in. he keeps his pace as you gradually begin to feel the pleasure of his movements.

"mmm, right there sangie~"

you moan out. yeosang groans and dips down to suck on your nipple. one of his hands travels from your hip to your other nipple, tweaking it between his fingers.

yeosang's pace starts to get faster and it's when you realize that he's close. you reach down between your bodies to fondle his balls and it's then that you feel him come inside you.

—

it's obviously early when you stir awake from your sleep. the sun is barely peaking out, courtesy of the blackout curtains wooyoung got you. when you suggested for him to move in with you all, he was a bit hesitant.

for one, none of you really made your relationship with wooyoung "official". he knew he was with you all and you all knew that you were with him, but no one really bothered to make it official, abd you were all okay with that. besides, it was pretty clear that wooyoung had joined your trio (now quartet).

secondly, wooyoung wasn't sure if he'd be able to move into your home. what if you didn't have enough space? he did own a lot of things. it wasn't until san had told wooyoung that he was going to take his and yeosang's exercise equipment out of the spare room.

you stretch in your spot when the arm that's wrapped around you tightens a bit more. wooyoung is quite the cuddler, that's for sure. on his other side, is san who is holding tightly onto wooyoung as well. you chuckle a bit, thinking that there wasn't much of an issue with the rooms if wooyoung was just gonna sleep with you every night. in front of you is yeosang, who's gently holding your hand in his.

you smile at your trio before ultimately going back to sleep.

besides, it was wooyoung's turn to cook breakfast.

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

Starved

(Dorn is deeply concerned about his niece and the way she's getting weaker)

Tags: TW Child Neglect, Good intentions with terrible consequences, TW Child Abuse, TW Disordered Eating Self Dehumanization, Bad Self esteem

Also @jaghatai-khock for mentions of Zadkiel

Rogal Dorn was worried. Scratch that, he was deeply and unfathomably concerned. Something was wrong with Lilith that much he knew. She wouldn't tell him what was wrong but something clearly was. She was getting weaker by the day, and her eyes were no longer the vibrant red he first saw when they met. They had turned to a bright almost tarnished looking gold, and it didn't escape his notice that she didn't fly as much anymore. She still flew, of course she did, Dorn would be concerned if she stopped entirely, but the fact remains that five years ago it wasn't uncommon for her to be found perched on spires or window sills. There was also a matter of her age, she was supposed to be fifteen this year...but Dorn felt that she hadn't aged much at all, physically or otherwise.

It was worrying, and he was unable to get any answers from anyone aside from a cryptic "Oh that's just her mutations doing that". Dorn wasn't so sure. The Primarchs aged quickly into adults, and before this she was aging at the same rate as a baseline. If anything, she should be aging quicker, not slower. But what was really concerning Dorn was how thin she looked these days. Her face was sharp and boney, bereft of any puppy fat that should've been there at this age. He knew Sanguinius thought her blood drinking was the result of the Red thirst, but looking over at Lilith, she just looked sick to him.

"Lilith, have you eaten today?" Dorn asks her cautiously as she sits on the floor, focused intently on a sketch. She'd been drawing more often lately, though her lines were shaky these days. She also seems to be intensely focused and after a few moments, Dorn clears his throat to get her attention, "Lilith, I asked if you've eaten"'

"I had some soup earlier" Lilith responded looking up from her drawing "I haven't really been able to keep much down lately. Please don't tell Father...he's got enough on his plate. H-he doesn't need to know about this. He's got Zad and the new baby. I'll be fine"

That just started alarm bells in Dorn's brain who decided to see if he could get more answers out of her, "What do you mean you haven't been able to keep much down? And why do you think your father doesn't need to know? You are just as important as the rest, if there is a problem, he should know"

"I'm fine! It's just... some illness is all. I'll be fine, uncle Rogal. You don't have to worry about me. Kakek says that the medicine should be doing their job soon, he says it might take a few days" Lilith replies to him, and gives a reassuring smile, leaving Dorn wondering if her fangs were always that big, or if they've gotten longer.

"You told me this three months ago. You're getting worse. Tell me what is truly wrong with you" He pushes "You are ill, and you are losing weight. You're eyes are not the colour they should be, and your feathers...you have been molting far more then you should. They shouldn't look so ragged" He says gesturing to her wings which were a far cry from how they once looked, patchy with bald spots that she's desperately tried to keep hidden.

"I-" Lilith just looked uncomfortable and looked away from Dorn, "Father has other kids doesn't he?" She instead asks, a slight reverb coming to her voice as it shakes, "He doesn't... He doesn't need a monster like me. He's probably ashamed of me... I mean look at how happy he is with Zad...he never looks at me like that anymore..."

"Your father loves you, he does. Don't call yourself a monster, no child is a monster" Dorn says pulling her into his lap, being mindful of her wings "You are his eldest, his first and currently only daughter. He loves you more then you know, why would he be ashamed?"

"Because I'm hungry! I can't eat food! Every time I eat anymore it all tastes bad! Pa wanted me to stop drinking blood! And the way he looks at me! Pa never looked at me like that! Maybe he's realized that the elders were right" Lilith sobs, bursting into tears, she's completely unable to stop both her accent and reverb from fully entering her voice, and Dorn just holds her closer.

He's angry at both Lilith's plight and at his brother, but he feels useless because he has the feeling that no one would listen. So he opts to just hold her in his arms. "Do you think some blood might help you? Does that still taste good to you?" He tentatively asks her "If I were to cut myself, would you drink?"

Lilith stiffens in his arms before pushing herself away from him and quickly standing up, swaying a little before she steadies herself, "No, no I won't feed on you, uncle. I haven't had blood in....I don't remember, but I don't need it, I'm fine. I-I just have to wait for the medication to work"

It broke his heart how desperate she sounded, and he wondered if slapping his brother across the face was warranted here. It was so clear to him that she was suffering, and if it was blood she needed... "Lilith, listen to me, you need blood. You are sick. If the medicine has done nothing now, it will not do so in the future. Please let me he- LILITH!"

While Dorn had been speaking, Lilith swayed dangerously before suddenly collapsing, Dorn catching her from falling completely to the floor. He quickly checked to see if she was alright, yet she'd clearly fainted "Lilith, Lili, please wake up, did you move too quickly?"

With no response from Lilith, and him listening closely to hear a very faint heart rate; Dorn panicks. She needs to be brought to an apothecary and quite frankly he was not trusting of Malcador or the Emperor in the slightest. Instead he was going hunt down one of the Blood Angel's apothecaries. They would know what to do better then he. Maybe they can give her a blood transfusion, he doesn't know.

All he knows is that Lilith is lighter then she should be, pale with her freckles standing out far to starkly against her skin, and she was cold. So very cold. That wasn't even speaking of her heart rate, which he swore was getting weaker until he certain there was a full minute between beats. He regretted not saying earlier.

He regretted it so fucking much.

[the-dixon-effect]

Daddy Issues

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Nobody knew about your past.

Not even a bit. Your presence in Alexandria was regarded by the suburbanites as the disposition of a survivor, someone who had really been shaped by the cruel world outside the gates. Even the members of your own group, your family, didn't dare delve into the rocky landscape that was your life before the fall.

Despite the distinct mystery that followed you wherever you went, some could still sense the trauma you had ensued before. It was in the way you walked, the way you carried yourself, in your defensive impulses and your kind nature. And by 'some', this meant a certain archer who you had taken an interest in since the start.

Daryl Dixon was a man of few words, but since the beginning, you knew there had to be something else underneath his thick skin, a hidden treasure of sorts. And how right you were. You two remained by each other's side at all times, never once leaving the other in fear of losing them. If Daryl had lost you, oh God, he would have lost the one thing keeping him going, the light in his life, the oasis in the vast desert that was this harsh world. You had been so kind to him, and seeing you and your perfect smile was like medicine, and of course, he couldn't help but fall for you. He practically knew everything about you, or at least, he thought he did.

"Ya' alright?" he spoke. The two of you sat side-by-side in the front of a truck, heading out on a run. He had noticed your quietness and how it differed from your usual animated, cheerful manner. He rested both hands on the steering wheel and looked over at you. It had not been long since your father had died, out on a run, not unlike your current mission. Eaten alive by walkers, it was a terrible sight to witness for all involved, especially you, who remained silent for days after.

"I'm fine." Quite the opposite. Such a strange feeling, the man who had abused you your whole life, emotionally and physically, trapped you in the ghetto of Atlanta, and forced you to humiliate yourself to make a living, died at the hands of the new natural world? Did he get what he had coming? Did he deserve it all along? Were you supposed to be grateful, or satisfied? You always imagined that your father's death would feel like a gratifying weight lifted off your shoulders, but for some reason, you were never able to shake the trauma, the anxiety of it all. It was as if the world couldn't let you go, and you were being held hostage in your own dark memories.

Daryl might have been the most observant person you knew. You really thought you'd be able to keep the truth from him and he wouldn't know? Maybe, just maybe, it was time to let it all out. After all, if you were going to confess to anyone, it would have been him.

"I can tell you're not, ya know," he drawled.

"You remember my dad, right?" you spoke, softly and quietly. Even with his eyes fixed on the road, Daryl could sense that you were frowning.

"Ya, I remember tha' prick. Shoulda knocked him out while I had the chance." He also remembered your strong feelings against him, and how he had made a scene in the prison once by ordering you around with a less-than-polite tone. Daryl had obviously stepped in to defend you, which practically began your friendship. You thought of this often, and couldn't help but see Daryl as your protector from then on.

"Well, it's just that- I don't know, it's stupid," you began. "Can't stop thinking 'bout him. The way he died. It just- It seems wrong."

"Shit. I'm sorry, I shouldn't 've said-"

"No, it's okay. He was a horrible man." He was indeed, and though everybody shared your feelings about your father while he was with your old group, not one of them was aware of what he had done to you before the fall.

"There's- there's things I haven't told you. About him, and, about me." Daryl furrowed his brows. Of course he knew there must have been something deeper within your relationship with the man, but he never expected himself to be one whom you would share it with.

"It's alrigh'," he drawled. "Take your time."

"He hit me. All the time. Whenever he was mad or depressed or drunk, or even happy." The words came so easily, and you had underestimated how good it would feel to release some of this pressure build-up, especially to Daryl. Still, you couldn't help but let your eyes glass over as the memories came flooding back. You weren't sure, but despite the horrific things you had endured, it felt right to let it out for once.

He simply stared at you, and even with his brown hair falling over his eyes you could tell he was in shock. How could someone do something like that to you, the most beautiful person, in all ways, that he'd ever met?

"I'm- I'm so sorry Y/N. I never knew 'bout any of it," Daryl was at a loss for words.

"You wanted to know what I did before the world went to shit?" you paused for a moment, understanding that right now, you could not take any of this back.

"I was a- I was-" tears began to stain your cheeks. "I had to- I was a hooker." Silence.

Shit. How could he maintain a friendship with you after that? You were in total disbelief at your confession. Things will never go back to the way they were, you thought.

You sat there, shaking in your seat, forgetting where you were and paying no attention to your surroundings.

It was true, every part of it. You had been a hooker living in the hood of Atlanta before the fall, and you hated it. Every part of it. But there was no escape from the ghetto, and the route you had chosen to survive was safer and steadier than a life of crime. Still, every day you dreamt of a man who could take care of you, love you for your mind and soul, somebody to treat you right. Had you been shaped by the apocalypse, or had you always been like this?

"It's okay. I'm gon' take care of you. Ya don't have to worry 'bout anythin'." Daryl's soft words came like the arrival of the man you had always imagined late at night. You didn't need a man, of course you didn't. But Daryl, maybe you needed him.

[idkwhattoputhereidontknow]

Child!Yuu in Twisted Wonderland!

Here is a little link if you want to know a little more about this Yuu. https://www.tumblr.com/Little Yuu ideas! \^o^/ This is just how I think it would go when my Child!Yuu enters Twisted Wonderland!

"Yuu?"

"YUU?!"

A familiar voice snapped Yuu out of their thoughts. "Yeah?" Yuu says, lifting their head to make eye contact with the owner of the voice, Yuu's close friend, Ava, "Ya gonna eat that?" Ava is pointing at the roll on Yuu's lunch tray, "Cause if you're not, I want it."

"Oh....I'm not. Here you go." Yuu says passing the roll to Ava, only for her to turn back to they're other friends at the lunch table, ignoring Yuu once again...This was the routine that happened every day since Yuu and her friends started middle school. They wouldn't talk to Yuu unless they wanted something then once they got it, they would completely ignore Yuu like they were a ghost. No matter how many times Yuu would try to speak they would just get ignored over and over again...I can't really blame them it's not like we're in the same classes anyway, so it's probably just a bit awkward trying to talk to me. Is what Yuu would tell themselves after the cycle repeated itself.

Maybe I need a breather...? Yeah, I should go wash my face or something like that. And with that thought, Yuu excused themselves from the lunch table to use the restroom. "I'll be right back guys." As Yuu got up from the table not a single one of their so-called friends responded, they didn't even give Yuu a glance or a nod, just silence. Almost like Yuu didn't even exist in their world.

Yuu took one of the bathroom passes off an empty table and retreated to the restroom. Much to Yuu's relief, no one was in there. It was just them, all alone. They stood in front of a mirror and a sink, looking at their reflection before they splash their face with some icy cold water. Even with the freezing water against their face it still felt uncomfortably hot...Geez, Yuu. Ava just asked for some bread that you knew you weren't going to eat, so why are you so upset? Yuu couldn't quite understand why they were feeling so...yucky. The nasty warm face that they only got when they were having anxiety, not to mention the empty pit they felt in their stomach. Maybe it was from the fact that they haven't really eaten anything today or maybe it was also from this uncalled-for unease.

Well, whatever it was, Yuu knows they can't stay in the bathroom for too long or the teachers will come to check on them, and they can't have that, now can they? I guess it's time to head back. Once Yuu dries their face off with the top of their shirt, they turn to head out of the restroom.... Why is my vision so blurry? Everything Yuu sees starts to contort and blur into each other. Yuu also starts to sway from side to side slightly in a zombie like mannerism.... Ouch my head! What's happening..? Before Yuu had the chance to balance themselves everything went black........

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Once Yuu opened their eyes all they could see is black...? Huh?! Did I go blind!? No, no, don't be overdramatic, Yuu. I'm sure you'll be fine. Once Yuu attempts to calm down at this weird situation, they slowly move their hands in front of them to get a feel of their surroundings. Their hands press against a wood like wall that feels cold to the touch causing Yuu to wince back. Seriously, where am I? Before Yuu could think another thought-

BANG

BANG

The sudden banging quickly made Yuu back up into the corner of this cramped place. What the hell was that?! As Yuu thought, there was another voice that was coming from outside the box Yuu is trapped in. "I better hurry up and find that uniform before someone spots me... Urgggh... This lid weighs a ton! Try this on for a size! Mya-ha!" As soon as the voice finished speaking, blue flames engulfed the area around Yuu!

"AHHHH!!!" Yuu quickly shut their eyes tight and covered their face with their arms, "What?! You ain't supposed to be awake!" The voice says in a surprised voice. Since Yuu didn't feel any fire burn them, they slowly pecked their eyes open, still keeping their arms over their face. Yuu could now see the surrounding area outside the box. There were floating coffins running along the sides of the room with a large black mirror hovering over the floor in the middle of the room. Although, the thing that immediately caught Yuu's attention was a small grey cat standing on its hind legs in front of Yuu. The cat also had blue flames just like the ones before coming out of its ears with a pitchfork tail! Why does this seem so familiar...? Yuu glances around the bizarre room once more before it finally settles in.

"Am I in Twisted Wonderland..?"

Hope you enjoyed this little fanfic or whatever I just made is called. I don't know if I'm the best at writing, but I at least tried, right? Oh, and I'm going to start working on those requests I asked you guys for now. ( •̀ ω •́ )✧