#I'll be back soon with your asks and requests

[athenalvss]

Hiii how are you? Hope your night is going well! I was wondering if I could request Bruce Wayne with a clumsy reader that sprained their ankle at the manor? (I definitely didn’t just sprain my ankle from transitioning from sitting on the floor to standing the wrong way on my leg and then ultimately losing my balance resulting in my notorious sprain. definitely not.) could I possibly request it to be nolanverse/ bale Bruce Wayne? Thank you!!

ON PURPOSE? ( bruce wayne! )

summary: Bruce's wife has a little problem that is more common than everyone thinks, your ankles have taken more hits than Batman on patrol.

pairing: Bale! Bruce wayne x fem!reader

Note: I have often sprained my ankle more than three times in one day and it is horrible, I hope your sprain improves soon!!

request - bruce masterlist

You'd spent the entire morning alone at Wayne Manor. It was pretty odd, considering Bruce usually disappeared at night, but in the mornings you'd always see him in the kitchen or across the hall, his coffee in hand, his face still half asleep. But that morning there was no sign of him. Alfred had told you he had an important meeting at the company with the rest of the shareholders and that he'd probably be back around noon so he could get some more sleep.

So you decided to take advantage of the quiet and boredom by trying to do something productive.

You found a small library in the east wing, one you'd never seen before, and it seemed like a good place to settle down, surrounded by old papers, unclassified books, and titles they no longer copied. It was a somewhat dusty and forgotten corner, but cozy, with a large window that let in the morning light. You lost yourself there for over an hour, sorting through old documents, reading handwritten notes from someone decades ago.

You didn't hear any of the doors open. Nor the sound of footsteps. You were alone, or so you thought.

And when you finally decided to stand up, awkwardly and quickly, as if you were still so young and your knees weren't already giving way, you felt your left foot catch awkwardly against the carpet, your ankle turn at an odd angle, and the world spin with you.

The pain was immediate.

"Ow... ow, ow, ow!" you moaned, rolling slightly to the side as you clutched your foot in a mixture of indignation and pain.

You didn't even have to call him, quick footsteps echoed down the hall, followed by Bruce's deep, worried voice as if he'd seen the Batsignal.

"What happened?" he asked, immediately kneeling beside you. "Did you hurt yourself?"

You nodded with a grimace, still holding your ankle with both hands.

"I stood up wrong... I think I twisted it," you said through your teeth, trying to sound calm, although the sharp burning sensation running down your leg made you squeeze your eyes shut.

Bruce didn't say anything at first. He just leaned in a little closer, his face shadowed by the light streaming through the window behind him. His large, warm hands reached for your leg with a gentleness that belied everything else about him.

"Can i?"

You nodded again, biting your lip.

Bruce brushed his fingers over your skin, gently pressing around the swollen area. When he touched a more tender spot, you let out an involuntary gasp. He looked up immediately, his eyes fixed on yours with a concern for seeing you complain.

"I don't think it's more than a sprain, but I'll have Alfred check you out. In the meantime, you'll just have to keep it elevated and on ice for a while," he said, more to himself than to you. His voice was low, firm, but with that tinge of guilt that only appeared when something was out of his control.

"I'm fine, Bruce," you tried to say, knowing full well he wasn't going to fully believe you. "I just need a minute."

"No, you're not staying on the floor," he said then, wrapping one arm around your back and sliding the other under your legs.

"Hey, wait! You don't have to... Bruce!" you protested, even though he'd already lifted you off the ground as if you weighed no more than a breath.

"I can ask Alfred to do it if you prefer," he joked, in his dry tone.

"No, poor guy, I could break his back, I don't mind you carrying me, Batman."

Bruce crossed the hall with a firm and confident step, taking you directly to one of the rooms, where Alfred already had a pillow and an ice pack ready.

"Mrs. Wayne, if I may say so, you can't keep twisting your ankle all the time, you should pay a little more attention," Alfred said as he carefully placed the ice pack on your swollen ankle, his tone polite, though clearly resigned.

"All the time? It was just one time!" you replied, making a face that was both offended and amused. .

“Once… today,” Alfred remarked with British elegance, dry enough to make you roll your eyes and gentle enough that you couldn’t contradict him.

Bruce, sitting next to you on the couch, barely hid a smile, but said nothing. He just shifted more comfortably, resting his arm behind you on the backrest, as if he didn't want to be even half a meter away. .

"I promise to be more careful," you said dramatically. "Although the carpet was really into me, I swear. It gave me dirty looks from the moment I walked into the room."

Alfred sighed. "That rug's been in the family longer than Master Bruce. I doubt he has any vengeful intentions."

"Tell it to my ankle," you whispered. .

Bruce glanced at you, his hand gently brushing your arm, as if checking to make sure you were still in one piece.

"I'm going to stay with her for the moment, Alfred," he said then, as if it were a decision already made.

"All right, sir. If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen… making a cup of hair reducing tea."

“Thank you, Alfred,” you said, as he walked away with his dignity intact, even in the sarcasm.

The silence hung for a few seconds, comfortable, until Bruce spoke again. "Are you really okay?"

"Yeah, it doesn't hurt as much as it used to, I think I can put it on the ground now."

Bruce looked down for a few seconds, as if it disarmed him more than he was willing to admit. Then he met your eyes again.

"I'm going to start thinking you twisted your ankle just so I could hold you."

[lovemepartly]

first date ✩ kang dae-ho

warnings: none!

a/n: based on this request! lmk if you guys want to see this with any other characters 🙂‍↕️ i have a gyeong-seok version that i'll post (hopefully) soon!

read my first dates for the other squid game characters here!

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you and dae-ho had been friends for years. it was easy, late nights together and casual hangouts eating takeout in his car. when he confessed to you, it was in his car, half-eaten tteokbokki in his lap, chopsticks playing with his food because he felt like he couldn't eat any more until he finally said it.

when the words finally spilled from his lips, the tips of his ears were bright pink and he was rambling about how much he liked you but didn't want to ruin the friendship. you had to bite back a smile at how endearingly awkward he was being. you reached across the center console, hand gently finding his and squeezing it comfortingly, cutting him off. "i like you too, dae." you said with a small smile, feeling the heat crawl up your neck at the words.

"i— really?" he paused, eyes searching yours as if he couldn't tell if you were being honest, but you nodded softly with a small smile.

dae-ho didn't want to take things fast, he'd told you that. he really didn't want to mess this up, especially not with you. he texted you later that day:

are you free this weekend? not for a date. i mean, it can be a date if you want it to be i just want to take things slow i hope thats ok

you were laying in bed, the glow from your phone illuminating your face. ofc, you texted back quickly, can't wait to see you.

the weekend rolled around quickly. dae-ho showed up to your apartment at 4:30pm on the dot, exactly the time you'd agreed to meet up.

"hey," he said with a small smile as you opened the door. "you look pretty."

"thanks." you replied with a small smile, cheeks flushing at the compliment. it wasn't the first time he'd called you pretty, but given the fact that this could be a date, it felt like your breath caught in your throat.

the car ride was normal, soft music playing in the background, dae-ho humming along ever so often. it was filled with easy conversation; if dae-ho was nervous he was doing a good job at not showing it.

"where are we going?" you asked, eyes bright as you smiled at him.

"you'll see." he replied with a playful smile, eyes flicking from the road to glance at you for a split second.

eventually, the car pulled up into the parking lot— the arcade parking lot. the moment you both stepped inside the arcade, dae-ho lit up. he turned to you, eyes bright, a playful smile on his face, "i'm going to beat you at literally everything."

"you wish," you laughed, bumping your shoulder against his, "definitely not at the racing games."

"oh, i definitely will." he teased, already guiding you towards one of the games.

the two you spent hours bouncing from machine to machine; he did end up beating you at basketball, but not at the racing games or at one of the dancing games— where he claimed he only lost because his shoes "weren't the right ones."

he kept sneaking glances at you, smiling to himself whenever you laughed. you noticed, although pretended not to, but felt your heart flutter every single time you felt his eyes on you.

then he spotted it: the claw machine. "hold on," he said, guiding you towards the machine, "i have a mission."

you laughed, enjoying his determination. "those are impossible to win."

"trust me, i'm gonna do it." he said, flashing you a smile. it took me three whole tries and 40 wasted tickets before he was finally able to pick up a small, slightly lopsided plushy. dae-ho turned to you triumphantly with the animal in his hand, like he was holding a trophy.

"she's a little ugly," he said, handing it to you with a small laugh, "but still cute."

"i love it," you murmured, admiring the little plushy in your hand, before looking back up at him, "thank you."

by the time he was driving you home, it was already dark outside. the streets were lightly illuminated by the yellow glow of streetlights, soft music playing in the background, as you and dae-ho continued easy conversation. dae-ho had gotten the courage to hold your hand as the two of you walked out of the arcade, his fingers intertwining with yours. he didn't let go until he had to, until he parked by your apartment, coming around to your side of the car to open the door for you.

he walked you up the stairs, pausing by the doorway, the dim light by your apartment door barely illuminating both your figures. dae-ho was hesitant, fingers fidgeting, eyes flicking between yours and your lips, before mumbling softly, "can i kiss you?"

you nodded, finding yourself unable to speak, but your eyes were soft as you looked up at him. dae-ho hesitated for just a moment more, like he was memorizing the look on your face, before leaning in softly, one hand coming up to gently cup your face. he kissed you softly, slowly, letting his lips linger for just a moment longer.

when he pulled away, his hand lingered on your cheek, thumb gently brushing your skin. his gaze was still soft but filled with hesitancy, like we wanted to make sure he did the right thing.

"that was nice." you murmured softly, unable to hold back a smile.

he blinked. "yeah?"

"yeah," you repeated with a small nod.

dae-ho let out a small laugh of relief, his hand gently reaching for yours again. "good. i didn't want to mess that up."

"you didn't." you smiled, giving his hand a soft squeeze before adding, "goodnight, dae. thanks for today."

"night." he murmured softly, eyes warm as he watched you step into your apartment, like he couldn't believe you were real. the stuffed animal he'd won for you at the claw machine was still tucked under your arm as the door clicked shut behind you. you swear you heard dae-ho trip down the stairs as he left, but you weren't so sure. and you didn't stop smiling for the rest of the night.

[kamisama1kiss]

I had a ninjago request if you’re up for it ☺️ I was just wondering what kind of hcs you had for the boys crushing on the reader? And how they go about asking them out/planning the first date and things like that?

Awe, this is so cute of a request!!

Ninjago Headcanons { Not a silent admirer for much longer }

~Lloyd Garmadon~

° For the most part, he will give subtle hints like maybe a small "accidental" brushing against your arm when passing by. Seeking you out in any function when possible, his body temperature would rise when stood in near proximity to you.

° It was more under a casual moment, such as sitting in his room and reading in some comics, enjoying each other's precents before he asked in a soft tone. "Would you.. consider going out on a date with me?"

~Kai Smith~

° Winking at you whenever he saw your eyes in his direction in almost any situation, he didn't even try to hide it, but most people thought he was just joking about it. An arm would often be wrapped around your shoulders if he was taller. If not, the waist would be if you'd be taller than him.

° Had asked you to meet him out at deck a bit later in the evening time, with a rose in hand and asking you for a dance with the sun setting in the background. "May I have this dance with you? Maybe even a date could be cool too, " chuckling with a soft blush on his face.

~Cole Brookstone~

° Let's be honest he wouldn't notice in the start that he even liked you, but once he did take his own hints, the cake started baking. Would go out of his way to see you, even if only for a minute, leaving you chocolates or sweets around where you usually could be found.

° He'd come over to see you before leaving for his next mission, unsure when he'll be able to see you again. "I know this might not be the time.. but I'd be honoured if you'd allow me to take you on a date after my mission?" His heart beating like absolute craze.

~Zane Julian~

° Jay and Nya were actually the ones who helped him find it out. He thought something was wrong with his system until they told him that he was simply having a crush. Helping you out with small tasks, making every one person job into a fun activity for the both of you.

° During folding laundry one evening, he spoke up with a small tint of blue resting on his face. "I hope this isn't too far stretched, but I'd like to ask you out on an evening together." "..like a date?" "If you'd like to call it so then, yes."

~Jay Walker~

° Compliments all the time or there will be supportive comments to make you always feel better about yourself. He's a big fan of physical touch, but he doesn't want to push you into anything, so he'd very gently rest his arm against yours and such of that type.

° His face was beet rot red, arms behind his back with his head held high. "Would you perhaps by any chance wanna go to the movies with me, you, us, alone."

~~~

Heyyy... long time no see everyone, haha. Uhm, so like, I'm doing some writing again after finally being inspired enough to finish this one. 😭🙏🏼 Trust that I'm hoping that I'll soon be able to have a more scheduled posting routine. I've finally got back into cosplay again after ages!! It feels good doing things I enjoy again.

[drafts-and-delusions]

hey ! i love your work, and i wondered if your requests were open. if they are, could you write a baby saja x fem!reader ? (if theyre not ignore this aha)

also, could it be baby saja and the others saja boys reacting to the reader sh-ing, basically just hurt/comfort with some fluff ^^ it could either be the boys noticing the scars/healing wounds on the reader's thighs, or them wondering why she's in the bathroom for so long only to discover the reader's unhealthy copping mechanism !

i totally understand if you're not comfortable writting for this subject, so no worries if you dont write my ask

thank you anyways !!! sending love <3

Saja Boys find out you're hurting yourself

Tags: self-harm, unhealthy coping mechanisms, hurt/comfort wow, this is pretty loaded. i'll start with this first and then do a Baby Saja x reader soon

Jinu

He notices it by accident. You're curled up on the couch, halfway reaching for the remote, and your hoodie shifts just enough to show something it shouldn't. It's not dramatic or obvious; it's a glimpse, patterns against skin that tells a louder story than words ever could.

He doesn't say anything right away. Instead, he puts the remote down, smooths your hoodie back over the spot without a word, and slips his arms around you from behind. You think he's just being affectionate; he is, but not for the reason you expect.

"You're not alone," he says, his voice low and even.

You go still. His arms tighten around you, just slightly.

"I don't need you to explain everything right now," he continues, a little softer this time, "but please let me carry some of this with you."

He doesn’t pry after that. There are no questions, no dramatic speeches, no pushing. What he does is stay close. He starts showing up in all the little ways; he's the one who remembers your favorite snack and picks it up without asking, the one who leaves a silly sticker on your notebook when you're not looking, the one who casually brings home something to fidget with because he thought it might feel nice in your hands.

You're lying in bed one night, half tangled in the sheets.

"You're allowed to hurt," he says. "But you're also allowed to heal. And I’ll be here the whole damn time."

And for the first time in a while, you believe someone when they say it.

Romance

You’re in the bathroom for too long. At first, he doesn’t think much of it. He knocks lightly like it’s just any other evening.

“You good, babe?”

You don’t answer.

Something shifts. The silence feels different now; heavier. Without thinking, he twists the doorknob and pushes the door open. What he sees doesn’t just shock him; it wounds him. Your eyes are wide and glassy, the sharp object barely hidden behind your thigh. His breath catches. You brace for anger, maybe even shame, but he does neither.

He drops to his knees in front of you like it’s the only thing his body knows how to do. His hands find yours with such care that it makes your chest ache.

“You don’t have to do this,” he says, voice trembling. “You don’t have to bleed to prove you’re hurting.”

There’s no lecture, no blame. Just the quiet clink of him setting the object aside, the soft rustle of bandages being unwrapped. His fingers shake while he cleans the wounds. He presses a kiss to your forehead after, whispering your name again and again like he’s trying to hold you together with it.

Later, he tucks you into bed. You’re curled into his chest; he rubs slow, grounding circles on your back until your breathing evens out.

“Next time,” he whispers, pressing his lips to your hair, “just come to me. Let me be your safe place.”

Abby

He doesn’t realize it until one day you wince while changing, turning too quickly and exposing a row of healing cuts on your thigh. He pauses, completely still, his eyes fixed on the marks you hadn’t meant for anyone to see.

Then, without saying anything, he kneels down in front of you and presses a soft kiss to your knee. Then again, just a little higher. He doesn’t touch the wounds; only the spaces in between. You fight the urge to flinch, to step back, to hide yourself from someone who now knows more than you’d planned to share.

He looks up at you. “Thank you,” he says quietly. “For letting me see this. For trusting me.”

Abby’s the type to figure things out quietly. Later that night, when you’re asleep, he’s on his phone looking up how to support someone who self-harms. He reads every article, watches videos, takes notes like he’s prepping for an exam. He asks friends he knows will understand, asking for advice without giving away anything too personal.

The next morning, you notice a sticky note on the mirror that wasn’t there before. It’s written in his neat, loopy handwriting: You are not what your pain says you are. There’s another one on your laptop. One in your notebook. They’re never too much; just enough to remind you you’re seen.

“You’re not broken,” he tells you one day while brushing your hair out of your face. “You’re hurting. And I want to be here, even for the ugliest parts.”

Mystery

It’s subtle at first. You become withdrawn, your sleeves are a little too long for the weather, and your posture’s a little too stiff. He notices, but doesn’t press. He just watches, waits for the right moment to approach.

One night, as you brush your teeth, he catches a glimpse of the bandages in the trash. It’s a small thing, but it’s enough for him to know. He doesn’t say anything at first. Instead, he steps up behind you and gently presses his forehead against the back of your head. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close.

You flinch at the sudden contact; his embrace tightens, reassuring. He doesn’t let go.

“I’m here,” he whispers into your hair. His voice is low and rough. “I don’t know how to fix it. But I’m here.”

He doesn’t ask you to talk; there’s no pressure. He just holds you a little tighter, letting you lean into him as the silence stretches between you, comforting and steady. On the nights when you can’t seem to hold yourself together, he’s right there beside you, just existing in the same space, offering his presence without expectations. 

Baby

You’re trying to hide it. Baby can tell. You laugh louder than usual and keep your smile stretched just a second too long. You talk with your hands more than you need to; you fill silences before they settle. But your eyes are always tired. Your steps, a little heavy. He doesn’t bring it up the first time he notices. Or the second. But it lingers. And he watches.

Then one night, you’re curled up beside him, face warm against his chest. You’re joking about something stupid the others did earlier that day, snorting halfway through the story. He laughs with you, hand lazily drawing patterns into your arm. And then he pulls up your sleeve just a bit to kiss it.

He sees it.

His face falls like something inside him just cracked. He’s quiet for a few seconds too long, still holding your arm like it’s something fragile.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice is low, shaky in a way he doesn’t usually let it be. His eyebrows draw in, like the thought physically hurts. “Why didn’t you let me help you before it got this bad?”

You try to pull away. His hands are gentle, but they don’t let go. He cups your face, holding you steady, holding you soft.

“You don’t have to go through this alone,” he says. “I know I act like a little shit, but I do love you. Even the parts you hate.”

He doesn’t try to fix it that night. He just brings snacks to bed without asking, puts on your comfort movie even though he’s seen it too many times. He doesn’t force you to talk. Just makes you laugh until your sides hurt, until the tight feeling in your chest lets up a little.

Later, when the movie ends and your breathing evens out against his hoodie, he kisses your temple and tugs the blanket higher over your shoulders.

“You’re allowed to be weak and still be strong,” he whispers. “And I’ll remind you every day if I have to.”

[emilyprentisswifeyy]

Blue hair

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x reader

Summary: Emily's girlfriend is known for switching hair colors as if it's switching t-shirts.And somewhere between making a mess out of the bathroom with blue dye and exchanging messy kisses,small promises and heartfelt confessions fall from their lips.

Tags: Fluff,comfort,just a regular day in Emily and reader's lives, nothing special really,kisses,giggles,LOTS of blue hair dye

The text you sent Emily was just like any other: "Come over" in a seemingly dry tone and a small smiley face sent quickly underneath it, destined to make you sound sweet and excited.Because you were.

It was already kind of late, around eleven at night but in your relationship,time was never an issue, or a bother.Both you and Emily had very odd working hours,and both of you were known for never having an actual schedule.

So when she showed up at your door a few moments later, holding your favorite chocolate,you were jumping up and down in glee and throwing yourself in her arms as of you hadn't seen her for days.

"I missed you baby!" You spoke joyfully, making Emily smile and kiss the top of your head.

She'd never get tired of your enthusiasm and spontaneous nature.

"What are we doing tonight?Cooking, watching a new horror movie...?" She started to list teasingly, earning a finger raising in front of her mouth and a small laugh.

"I'm dyeing my hair.. I'm tired of this boring color."

Your hair had remained brown for a surprisingly long time.For once you had let the purple dye fade completely, ranting to Emily about how you suddenly "wanted to switch back to your natural hair (if it was still alive) and take care of it."

All that went out the window as soon as the brown appeared,and you had gone to the nearest store that sold hair dye in the speed of light.

Now,Emily found herself sitting on the edge of your bathtub, watching as you poured two boxes of bright blue goo in the bowl you typically used to mix it.

That same black hair dye brush you held in your hand had started to turn rough from how often you used it, and Emily couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of you wearing your black gloves.

"So, you're saying goodbye to your natural hair again?I thought you wanted to *take care of it* or whatever." Her tone was sarcastic but soft, making you roll your eyes.

"I am taking care of it.This color does not suit me at all,I need to change it,like immediately ."

Emily laughed and stood up, slithering her hands around your waist.Her lips peppered you neck with kisses "Why blue?" She asked softly.

"I dunno... I like blue."

She hunmed.

"But I like you more." You added, smiling at her through the mirror.

~

The sink had nearly turned blue,just like your hands,just like your neck,just like your hair.The bathroom was completely messy,so were the kisses you exchanged with Emily.

Soft lips connecting,pulled between teeth,tongues dancing.

The time you needed to leave the dye on your hair for passed way quicker than usual.Emily was washing your hair before you knew it, rinsing the excessive color and staining her hands as well, making you giggle.

She was smiling like a fool the whole time.She helped you dry it,then straight it.

Her hands were snaked around your waist once again while you looked at the finished result in the mirror, admiring the slightly greenish,dark blue strands.

"You like it?" She asked.

"I love it." You replied.

"I love it too." She said again.

"I love you."

Her breath hitched.Her heart melted.

"I love you."

~

PS: Hey guys!This is my first ever fic lmao 😭 please be nice and leave any thoughts or comments on this!

I promise I'm a good writer,I also take requests!! (like send me anything I'll write it ;) I wanna write more but I don't have any ideas,I have lots of free time though so anything you wanna read,send me!!!

Love y'all!!!

[bisexualiteaa]

I just finished reading the chance fic you put up. And oh my sweet lordy I was fanning my face. It was so good! The way you described in such detail. OUGH. This man is such a gentleman and i need more.

If I may be so humble to request another chance x fem reader fic. I feel this man would have .... hear me out.. . A breeding kink. Like he doesn't really notice at first. But during him prepping for sessions or even during campaigns he can help but let his mind wander and fantasies seep out a bit. And starts to realize it. And after he gets realized? Oh hes just all over you. Especially if say the reader is a little soft and has some chub for him to grab onto. Like wanting to take you over and against every surface in your house. Just let this nerdy man go completely feral. Please let your genius brain go rampant and as feral as you want. Okay sorry for rambling I'll go back into my hidey hole. Please and thank you if you do !😳😳😳😳😘

I’m so glad you enjoyed!! 🥰 you’re not rambling at all! I loved your idea and was super excited to write for it! I haven’t received asks in a while so I was super excited, thank you so much for giving me something to write! ❤️ I’m sorry this ask took me so long to get to, and if it’s a bit short I just really wanted to find the right way to go about it, so I hope I have done your ask justice and that you enjoy it! 🫶

Fantasy and Fun!

CW: swearing, use of pet names, no use of y/n, slight game spoilers!! Briefly proofread, potential spelling/grammar errors, reader is AFAM, female anatomy mentioned, präise, unprotected seggs, breëding kïnk, fïngering, bödy wörship, cream 🥧, cöwgirl, rïding, p0rn w/o plot

Ask box is always open! ♥️

It was nearing midnight when you both stumbled through the front door and into your house where it all began. You were both all smiles and laughter as you came in after a pretty heated G&G session, closing the door behind you quickly as his lips chased yours with interest. Your back was soon pressed to it as he leaned against you, your hands moving along his back desperately clawing at the cloak that draped around his shoulders. Thank goodness Dorian was no longer embodying your front door or else you would have had much to answer for the next time you walked by him. A soft giggle left you that soon morphed into a moan as his hands found your plush hips, grabbing them tightly and ensuring the space between your bodies was reduced to a very finite, almost nonexistent, amount. He groaned lowly into your passionate kiss as he felt your hands climb along his frame, fingers gliding into his short, dark hair as your tongues tangled together in a battle for dominance over one another. “Fuck...you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this” he let out, his tone deeper and more gravelly now with his breathing a bit ragged as he stood before you, cheeks flushed and pupils dilated as he gazed upon you. It sent a pleasant tingle down your spine, only further fueling the fire that had been raging in your core all night long. You couldn’t help but giggle a little in response, rather astounded yourself that you were here with him like this now. You looked up at him with a half lidded expression as your hands sat against his chest, enjoying the more lustful side of him as you got him all worked up already. “Likewise” you responded playfully, a growing smile coming to your lips as he leaned closer once more.

It didn’t take either of you very long to make your way up the stairs, hands hastily untucking shirts, unbuckling pants before suddenly both of your clothes were laying in a pile along the floor to be forgotten until morning. He couldn’t help but admire you in the mirror by your bed as you stood before him completely bare, his hands tracing along your gorgeous curves as he stood behind you. His lips pressing worshipful kisses to your neck and shoulders as he watched his hands roam your body from the mirror, enjoying the pleasant faces you’d make as he did. This was his first time sharing intimacy with someone since he’d been realized, so he wanted to make it as special as he dreamed it would be. He was still astounded at the way your skin felt so much softer under his touch now, how warm you are, and how well your hands and bodies fit together like two missing pieces of a puzzle. He watched as you shut your eyes, your head tilting to the side as you leaned against him, a soft smile reaching your lips as he held you. His hands roamed to your breasts, fondling them gently in his hands, watching as your brows would knit together and your mouth would open to let out a soft gasp as he did. “Chance…” you breathed his name in a quiet plea, but hearing you say his name like that sent fire through his veins, lighting his skin ablaze as his cock throbbed against your back. He knew he was getting distracted, likely teasing you with the way his hands continued to wander and grope at your soft skin but he couldn’t help it. There were so many new sensations, so many new feelings, and so much he wanted to enjoy with you. Especially like this. His heart raced as he looked at you, excitement filling him and fogging his brain so blissfully. One of his hands found their way down between your legs, rubbing gentle circles into your clit that left you almost melting into his arms. Your head rested against his shoulder, your sweet moans by his ear as he lavished your aching clit with the attention it had been needing all night, finally allowing some of that pressure to release. Your jaw fell slack as your brows furrowed, your breathing staggering a little as his fingers dipped down to prod at your soaked entrance. “So excited for me already” he teased, a grin stretching to his lips as he admired you once more in the mirror, watching as your gaze fell to it finally, taking in the sight of your conjoined reflection as he pleasured you with his fingers.

There were many nights he’d spent dreaming of how this would go, how stunning you’d look beneath him as he’d pleasure you, the way you would call his name with lust and love lacing your tone, how your eyes would gaze up at him wantonly, begging him to fill you with his cum. Yet he’d learned in just a short amount of time that nothing in his wildest, steamiest dreams would ever be able to top this moment with you. You looked absolutely ethereal right now with your plush thighs straddling his hips, your tits bouncing in time with the way you rode him as you looked down at him beneath you. It was almost overwhelming, being treated to the sight of you on top of him like this, paired with the sight of his cock disappearing inside of you each time you would descend down his shaft. He moaned beneath you at the way your warm, gummy walls sucked him in so perfectly, his fingers digging into your hips as he met your thrusts with his own. “Oh fuck, feels so good baby…” he let out, making you smile as you tilted your head back, enjoying the way his tip would nudge your cervix when his hips would meet yours in an attempt to mimic your rhythm. It sent stars to your vision each time he would nudge that sweet spot deep inside of you. “Doing so good for me, just like that” you praised, making him moan once more as he continued to do just as you said, wanting nothing more than to make you feel good any way he could. And by god did he make you feel good.

You moaned as he leaned up, grabbing your hips almost harshly as he took over, rutting up into you as his lips wrapped around one of your pert nipples. You felt as he seemed to slip ever so slightly deeper within you as he did, each drag of his hips granting your clit stimulation as well which only skyrocketed you that much closer to your impending climax. “Oh! Chance!!” You moaned out loudly, pride filling him as you allowed him to take over, to make you cry his name so loudly with no shame of if anyone could hear. The bed creaked beneath you both, rocking in its frame in time with the deep thrusts of his hips. Paired with the sound of your joined moans and the clapping of his skin against yours, it filled the room with an absolutely sinful cacophony of intimacy. “So close…!” You warned before he kissed you, wanting in those moments before either of you would reach your peak to share another passionate kiss with you. It was a bit messy with a clash of teeth and tongue as the both of you moaned into it, but it was perfect. You are perfect, and being as inseparable from you in this moment as he could was heavenly. All he wanted was to be close to you, as close as possible, for as long as you would have him. He groaned as your legs wrapped around his hips, trapping him in and he had to fight cumming right then and there. “Let go for me baby, I’ve got you” he said, making you whimper pathetically as he nudged that spot once more, finally sending you over the edge. Your back arched, pressing your bare chest to his as your head flew back, jaw falling slack with a long, loud cry of his name. Your nails dug into his back and clinging to him for dear life as your orgasm washed over you, taking nearly everything out of you as electricity rippled down your spine and stars filled your vision. He moaned at the feel of your walls hugging him tight, sucking him in and milking him of everything he could give you as he found his own release while deep inside of you. You felt his cock throb with each hot rope of cum that spurt from his tip, coating your walls and leaving you feeling utterly and completely full. You moaned softly as he thrusted gently and shallowly into you with each pulse, effectively helping you both ride out your highs before things got a little too sensitive.

You looked to him with a smile, your breathing not quite evened out just yet, but he swore in that moment that there couldn’t have been a prettier sight than you post-coitus. Your cheeks flushed, a thin sheen of sweat adorned your forehead and chest, your neck and chest littered with marks that showed where his lips had been and along with it, a blissful smile. Even better was the sight of you down below, his cum slowly seeping out of you and covering his cock that still lay sheathed within you. It almost made him hard again at the sight. His hand came up to cup your cheek tenderly, his eyes drinking you in lovingly before pulling you into a sweet kiss. One that was much softer than the others you’d shared previously this night, but it still held affection behind it all the same. “Thank you” he said into it, just shy of a whisper against your kiss swollen lips. You softly chuckled as you pulled away to look at him. “For what?” You asked, curiosity in your gaze. “For allowing me to share this moment with you, for letting me show you how much I care” he responded genuinely, making your heart almost flutter at his kind tone. You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips in reply, making him smile. “How does it feel now that you’re realized?” You asked, making him chuckle. “Oh holy crit, SOOO much better” he quickly and enthusiastically replied, making you both laugh. “Can we…do it again?” He asked, making you blush as you felt him throb back to life within you, leaving you rather shocked. “Don’t worry…” he started before gently pushing you to your back against the bed, him hovering over you now with an almost devious look in his eyes.

“Promise I’ll go easy on you.”

[zombiequeens]

Teacher's Pet

A sister of sin requires her Papa's assistance with a most delicate - or not so delicate - activity, and he's more than happy to indulge her.

Content: Rough sex, oral sex, fingering, Female!Reader x Dom!Perpetua

18+ MDNI

Today's the day, you think to yourself as you lay in the soft confines of your bed, nothing but the sound of birdsong and the summer breeze shaking the trees outside the ministry falling on your ears.

You spend all morning in the bathroom; scrubbing, shaving, flossing...determined to be as presentable as possible for your appointment with Perpetua. Your habit has been freshly washed and ironed and you've invested in a special pair of black lace tights with an open crotch for this special occasion. You can't control the tremble in your body as you study your reflection, knowing it's almost time to head to Papa's office.

What if he laughs at me? The thought causes tears to swell in your eyes as you approach the grand door at the back of the chapel. There's only one way to find out.

"Papa? It's Sister [Y/N]. I'm here for my appointment," You speak into the door as you knock softly on the wood.

"Come in, Sister." Perpetua calls out from behind the door in a low, calm tone.

You slowly push the large door open to see Papa at his desk, a pile of papers in front of him. He's wearing black trousers, an indigo silk dress shirt and his beloved black silk tie with the silver clasp. His face is painted silver and black as usual, and he's wearing his glasses rather than his chrome mask, a rare and endearing sight.

"Take a seat," Perpetua implores, and you nod as you pull out the chair on the opposite side of his desk and sit down, wiping the sweat from your palms on your habit. He shifts the pile of papers to the side and looks over at you. "How can I help you, Sister?"

"I, um, well..." Suddenly, you're afraid that you spent all of your bravery on making it to his office and would now fall short in the face of what you came here to do.

Perpetua studies you as you stare at your knees. Even when he's not meaning to, he has an intimidating presence and you know it would be hopeless as soon as his cold, white eye met yours.

"Is there something wrong?" His tone is softer now, sensing your anxiety.

"Yes, Papa."

"Tell me, little lamb. There's no need to be afraid," When you finally look up at him, he's looking down his nose at you with an expression of both curiosity and concern.

"I think there's something wrong with me, Papa. My body...it doesn't...um, work..." You attempt to gesture to your groin area, hoping that he'll pick up what you're trying to put down.

"I'm afraid I don't understand,"

"I don't seem to be able to...enjoy my body like the others can. I can never...relax enough. I think too much and then I can't do it, Papa..." Tears begin to pool again as you feel the most vulnerable you've ever felt in your life.

"I see..." Perpetua looks you up and down. "And you wanted my help?"

"Yes. I mean, if you don't mind, that is...um, if you'd like to." You break eye contact again as you can't bear to see his reaction to your request.

"I'll see what I can do for you, Sister."

Perpetua stands up and makes his way over to you, kneeling on the soft carpet in front of your chair.

"Have you ever touched yourself?" He asks, resting a hand on your knee. The frankness of his question makes you wince and you blush.

"Yes, but not enough to..." You gesture again, your words forsaking you.

"Not enough to cum?" He tuts. "That's a pity, Sister."

"I want to know what it feels like..." You breathe, anticipation taking over you.

Perpetua lets out a dark chuckle. "As you wish, but let's focus on making you feel good first, hm?" He teases, running a hand up your thigh and taking the length of your habit with him, revealing your thighs clad in black lace.

"Yes, Papa."

"Good girl. Papa will take care of you, don't worry," Perpetua leans down to peck your thighs, only making contact with your skin through the holes in the lace. The sensation is new to you and you feel excitement surge through your body each time he plants a kiss. He notices your enthusiasm and chuckles again to himself, using the other hand to grip your waist and hold you steady so you don't squirm too much.

"We're only getting started, you're going to have to learn how to take this, little lamb." He growls into your skin, reaching in between your thighs to part them. Instinctively, you open them wide and tilt your hips upwards to give him the best view and access of you.

As Perpetua is lifting your legs over the arms of the chair, he notices your crotchless tights.

"I like these," He traces his finger around the oval hole exposing your sex, careful not to touch you directly just yet. "You wore them just for me?"

You nod, flushing red all over.

"Aren't I lucky?" He smirks. "So eager, but you'll have to wait..."

Perpetua reaches up and tugs on the collar of your habit with his index finger, bringing your lips to meet his. He starts off with soft, teasing kisses, barely grazing your lips as soft moans escape from your mouth into his.

Each time you moan for him, he deepens the kiss before pulling back again, driving you crazy. Desperate, you clutch his tie and pull him in with all of your strength, prompting him to begin exploring your mouth with his tongue.

"So eager for your Papa..." Perpetua breathes, stifling a moan as he reaches up your habit to massage your breasts.

A deep heat is beginning to build in the core of you both but Perpetua is determined to take his time with you and learn about your body and how it responds to his touch. Returning to a kneeling position, he takes in the sight as you drip onto the chair below you.

He tuts, shaking his head at you as he runs a finger along your folds and brings it up to his mouth to taste.

"Delicious," He hums, making you clench around nothing.

Your legs begin to shake before his lips touch you as he wraps a hand around each thigh and holds you still. You can barely withstand the overstimulation as he wraps his lips around your swollen clit and suckles.

"Papa!" You cry, reaching into his dark curls and gripping his head tight.

"What is it, my little lamb? Does that feel good? Is Papa making you feel good?"

"Yes," You gasp as he presses his mouth to your pearl, rolling it on his warm tongue. "Papa, it feels like I'm going to pee," You exclaim, nails digging into his scalp.

Perpetua lifts his head, painted lips glistening with your slick. "That's normal, sweetheart. Don't fight that feeling, okay?"

His tenderness takes you by surprise and you tuck a stray curl behind his ear before nodding to let him know that he can continue.

"Now, I wonder if you can take these..." He muses aloud, teasing your aching folds with his long, pale fingers.

"Please,"

Perpetua smiles as he slowly inserts his middle finger into your entrance. He can feel your G-spot, swollen with arousal, and he begins to massage it slowly, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body.

"Papa, that feels...so...good..." You mew, kneading into his curls, legs shaking.

"I know, lamb. I know..." He basks in every moment that he gets to watch you fall apart on his hand. "More?" He asks breathily, reaching up to rub circles on your clit with his thumb.

You nod and brace yourself as he delicately enters you again with both his middle and ring finger this time. You can feel him stretch you out, creating a feeling of fullness and pressure that only stokes the fire burning deep within you. He strokes your sensitive spot with both fingers while slowly moving in and out, fucking you with his hand.

"So good for me..." He groans, hips bucking as he longs to be inside you.

Noticing his erection bulging in his pants, you see an opportunity to turn the tables on this man who relishes in teasing you so.

"Do I make you hard, Papa?" You ask innocently, blinking at him with big eyes.

Caught off guard, Perpetua looks down at himself before leaning in to whisper in your ear.

"So, so hard, little lamb. I can't wait to fuck your pretty little pussy until you scream."

Ever the smart man, Perpetua was one step ahead of you in this game and you groan into his cheek as he snickers. You take a deep breath so as to not come from his words alone.

"Please, Papa..."

"Please, Papa? Tell me what you want, angel." He gathers your hair in one hand and pulls it back so you're looking straight at him.

"Fuck me, please." Your resolve disappears as you plead for him, giving up the game you never had any hope of winning.

Perpetua plants a few soft kisses on your lips and then down your neck as he positions himself at your entrance.

"We'll start slow, okay, lamb?"

"Mhm."

"Hold on to me," He breathes as you obey, resting a hand on each shoulder.

As he leans down to plant another kiss, he pushes into you slowly, his length being squeezed by your walls. You gasp at the unfamiliar sensation before being overcome with pleasure as he pulls out, and then pushes in again.

"More," You beg, needing to feel him deeper, and harder.

Every pulsating inch of his cock is being slammed into you as he finds a steady rhythm with his hips. You feel the vibrations throughout your whole body as he hits all of the right spots inside you. You moan into each other, drunk on pheromones.

"So. Fucking. Tight." Perpetua moans as you tighten around him, your walls squeezing every drop of precum out of him.

"I think I'm close, Papa," You can feel the warmth building inside you and spreading throughout your body, threatening to explode.

"Mmm, good girl. Come for me, come on your Papa's cock," He growls, cradling your body as he keeps the pace.

His words send you both over the precipice as you scream his name over and over again in pure bliss. He holds you close as you come undone, your body twitching and tightening as you writhe in his arms, scratching his back and shoulders as he erupts inside you.

Perpetua kisses your neck up and down as you both catch your breath, before pressing his nose to yours, looking deep into your eyes.

"I think my body does work after all, Papa. Don't you?" You giggle, stroking his curls.

"Yes, I'd have to agree with you...But I think you have a lot more to learn," He raises an eyebrow at you, smirking.

"Can you teach me?"

"I'd like nothing more than that, little lamb."

[reallyromealone]

Romey may I request Yuta Okkotsu please there's only two chars on your JJK Masterlist

Title: dreams

Chapter: -

Fandom: jjk

Genre: fluff and angst

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, male reader, smooching

Notes:

Summary: reader has a bad dream

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"Hey Yuta..." (Name) Mumbled, staring at the night sky of Tokyo in it's infinite darkness "yeah?" The teen asked boredly, glancing at the other "wanna go on a snack run?"

"We have to be back at the dorms soon"

"... Yeah I guess your right" (name) mumbled before sitting up "we should probably get back before Gojo comes looking" (name)s words were a little upset and Yuta sighed "fine! Let's go get your snacks"

"Yaaaay!"

The two giggled a bit while going back to their dorms, hands filled with snacks and hushed whispers. The two made it to (name)s room, Yuta always liked how (name) decorated his space... It was very and unapologetically him.

The two sat on (name)s bed and watched shows for hours before passing out, Yuta glancing at (name) lovingly and he wished one day... He would confess to the other.

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"YUTA!" (Name) Screamed, running towards the black haired teen and pulled him close, Yuta coughing up blood "h-hey (name)..." "Shit! Dude, don't worry I'll get you help!" (Name) Tried to stop the bleeding and the teen just smiled back "I think... I'm gonna have to rain check the snack run" Yuta mumbled weakly and (name) shook his head "no dude, you're gonna be fine!"

"I-im gonna see you later... I'm... Just gonna close my eyes... W-we can do a snack run later... Just wait for me"

"NO!" (name)s body jolted forward and he looked over at Yuta who was staring at him wide eyed and snuggled in bed, the teen immediately checking on the hyperventilating teen "hey... It's ok" (name) just stared at him terrified before pulling him into a kiss, Yuta stunned but kissed back, smiling a bit into the kiss.

"You're not allowed to die, ok?"

"Got it boss"

[scarfacemarston]

hiii i saw you did male reader x bucky requests. i’m having a rough time (my family doesn’t accept being gay though i’ve been out for 10+ years lol) so may i please just ask for fluff of some kind? like they get along fine, but bucky thinks reader is hiding something, reader comes out as gay and bucky’s just like “oh word, same.” and then some fluff? or maybe not fluff 👁️🫦👁️ whatever you’re comfortable with. thank u much love

First, I'm so so sorry that your family treats you that way. I know how you feel. Most of my family is the same. I made sure to write this before I wrote a few other things I had planned. I hope this is what you were looking for.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~You have known Sam Wilson for years through volunteer work. After a long day of volunteering, he introduced you to his "spooky friend," Bucky Barnes. The name sounded familiar, but you paid no mind to it. It turned out that the man was not spooky. He was clearly introverted and a bit awkward, but hearing that he was a veteran who had fallen through some hard times, it was understandable.

Sam begged you to befriend him so Bucky would have more people to talk to. Of course, Sam was joking. He would never force you into such a thing, but you gave it a chance. He knew you well enough to know what you'd be comfortable with.

Bucky was absolutely gorgeous. It wasn't fair how gorgeous he was. Did Bucky know how handsome he was? It was all you could think about at first as Sam ordered drinks for the three of you.

Bucky had just moved back to Brooklyn from "abroad" and knew no one in the area except Sam and his veteran friends. Sam strategically left when he thought you two weren't looking. You briefly panicked but shook your head.

Weeks and, later, months passed as you slowly brought Bucky out of his shell. You sometimes had your struggles as well, but he was just as patient with you. Soon, you were watching lame horror movies on Netflix or sharing memes, which Bucky learned quickly.

But a few months later? Shit.

Oh no. You've done it now. You've fallen in love with your best friend because, of course, you did. Bucky seemed so perfect to you, even though you knew that wasn't the case. He had his complexities and struggles, like anyone else. But there was no way you could tell him, he was from the 1940s! What would he understand about being a gay man?

So, you turned to either leaving early on meet-ups when you became too flustered or avoiding him, which hurt you and you knew hurt him. You hated seeing how his eyes lit up when he saw you and then how his shoulders fell when you gave him a wave, and not much more.

You hadn't been ignoring him entirely, texting him because you didn't want him to spiral into his own depression, but you didn't know what to do. You could lose him forever.

Finally, you got the message of all messages.

"We need to talk, please—Bucky." Knowing what this was about, you swallowed your panic and texted him to give you a place and time.

When you reached the coffee shop, you placed your items and sighed. Bucky looked a bit worse for wear with dark circles.

"I'm so-" - you began.

"I'm going to be blunt. Did I do something to make you uncomfortable? I know I ain't the easiest to talk and I know I'm fucked up, but I can't stand someone close to me being upset with me and not knowing why. If you want me to leave, I will. I won't say another word, but I just want to know why. I just want honesty, transparency. That's always mattered to me more than everything." Bucky monologued.

You bit your lip, the guilt overwashing you.

"No, Bucky, you did nothing wrong. It's me. I'm in the wrong. I've been struggling lately. It's not your fault. I'm just scared. You're a great guy and I'm just worried I'll scare you away."

BUcky scoffed,

"Worse than being the Winter Soldier?" He countered.

You looked down at your drink.

"Well, when you put it that way." You said embarrassed. Of course, he had it worse, but why burden him?

Bucky rolled his eyes.

"Just tell me, please. I promise I won't run.I ain't the type." Bucky pleaded.

You sighed. May as well just blurt it out.

"I'm a gay man. I might be close to like-liking you," you said, not meeting his eyes.

Bucky gave a small chuckle.

"That's it? I kind of clocked it because so am I." he said wryly.

"You know that people like us have existed for thousands of years, right? Did you think that just because I'm from the 40s that I wouldn't understand? No. Some of us are more understanding than you think. People always wondered about Steve and I and the answer is yes - yes we were before you ask. "Bucky had a mischievous grin, almost excited to reveal his own secret.

"Steve and I lived in Red Hook. It was the gayest part of Brooklyn in the 40s. Gay men, transgender people and drag queens everywhere. Lots of bars to meet up and a few …other locations. You're fine." He enunciated.

You let out a laugh in relief.

"So that's what's been botherin you?" Bucky asked.

You let out a sheepish grin,

"Yeah, pretty much so. So um….would you want to see where something goes with me?" You asked taking the plunge.

"Hell yeah, I thought you'd never ask. Actually, I should have asked you, it's what I was known for, but being pursued is nice, too, so thanks for that." He said with a small smirk.

"If we become a thing, or even in our friendship, I want us to be more open with each other. I know that's hard with…my past, but I'm serious. I'll work on it, especially if you will." He turned serious.

You nodded.

"Absolutely".

End

[erosmutt]

　★　Payback　⨟　O. Krennic

﹙characters﹚︰ Orson Callan Krennic

﹙pairing﹚︰ TRAILER PARK LANDLORD!Orson x TENANT'S DAUGHTER!Reader

﹙synopsis﹚︰ Your mom has been gone all week, off with her boyfriend, and that left you alone, scrambling to come up with the money for your landlord, Orson. You knew that he would come knocking sooner or later, and you've been desperately calling your mom but of course, she won't fucking pick up. So, you scrape together the rent yourself—but it still isn't enough. He wants his payment, and he's going to get it.

﹙content warnings﹚︰ dub-con, semi-public sex, lowkey barely proofread

﹙notes﹚︰ Requested by my darling boy @schizo-toddhoward! Everybody welcome Krennic to the Star Wars Trailer Trash AU. Also, not my best work :( Divider by @hyuneskkami, thank you!

"I don't have it all, Mr. Krennic, but here's half of it."

You stand in the doorway of the trailer, anxiously tapping the envelope full of money against your thigh that has 'rent' written on the front messily. Mr. Krennic—Orson Krennic, your landlord—stands before you, his arms crossed. "You never have it all, do you?" He asks almost tauntingly. "Let me see," he snatches the envelope and opens it, pulling the money out and looking down at it. He counts it out. Three hundred. Barely half.

Orson watches you for a moment as he stuffs the money back into the envelope. "C'mere, love, walk with me." He motions for you to come from the doorway and with him. Hesitantly, you oblige, closing the screen behind yourself and coming down the steps. Orson throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as the two of you fall in step, and he guides you around the back of the trailer, away from prying eyes. He could have just... come inside, now that you think about it.

Once the two of you have a modicum of privacy, he lets go of you and shoves you against the outer wall of the trailer. "I have told you, time and time again, that you and your mother will be evicted if you keep this up. I've been gracious, have I not?" He hisses, stepping forward and slamming his hand occupied with the envelope against the wall beside your head, making you whimper. "Yes, I told her! I told her—" he cuts you off by gripping your face with his free hand, squishing your cheeks. "Stop talking." He whispers. "I want my money, love, and I am going to get it, one way or another."

Your breath hitches as you look up at him. "I-I'm sorry, I tried to call her! She—" he presses his thumb to your bottom lip, messing with it. "I know. I know you did, but right now, I've come to collect. Now turn around, love." Obeying, you turn the other way and put your hands up against the wall. You've seen how he looks at you, especially when you wear those short little shorts that ride up your thighs as you walk, the ones you definitely wear to get the attention of men . . . or maybe just his.

"Open your mouth," he mutters, and as soon as you do so, he shoves the envelope into it. "Hold that there for me, love," his hands go to work on your shorts, unfastening them and yanking them down your legs. He raises his eyebrows. "No panties? You are a little whore, aren't you?" A hard smack lands on your ass. "Aren't you?" Another smack. You shake your head adamantly, swallowing down a whimper. "No, 'm not, sir,"

Orson presses a gentle kiss to your neck, the sound of his belt coming undone and fabric rustling ringing in your ears. "Are you on the pill, love?" You shake your head, biting down onto the envelope as you feel the head of his cock teasing your cunt. "No, 'm not," he smiles against your skin. "Good," he murmurs, "I'll throw the plan B in on your little payment. No charge." Oh, how thoughtful of him. Your sharp retort dies in your throat as he sheathes his length inside of you, pushing in nice and slow.

"Ohh, fuck," he groans against your neck, hands finding your hips and digging into the flesh. "Atta girl, fuck it back on me," he murmurs, guiding you back onto his cock, and he thrusts forward, meeting you halfway. He glances around before focusing back on you, biting his lip, mesmerized by the way your ass jiggles with every meeting of his hips against it.

He brings you as far back against him as he can, making your hands nearly slip. "Fuck, hahh, little cunt feels so good around me, love," you moan around the envelope, getting it wet with drool, grabbing at the dusty wall of the trailer. You both have to keep quiet—you can hear your neighbors moving about, dogs barking and bounding around, you can smell beer as it's cracked open and cigarettes as they're being lit. God, you really are trailer trash.

You're pulled out of your thoughts by a sharp thrust that kisses that spot inside you so good, making you moan a bit loudly before his hand comes around you to grip your throat. "Shut up, 'less you wan' everybody to hear what a little whore you are, bribing your landlord with this pretty little ass?" He chuckles mocklingly under his breath, his hand leaving your throat to rest on your hip yet again. You shake your head, trying to keep your moans quiet, drool spilling down your chin. "hhh, nngh— mm-mm," you finally respond.

His hips stutter and he cums inside of you with a deep groan, tongue darting out of his mouth to lick his lips. He pulls out of you with a lewd squelch and grins in satisfaction, tucking himself back into his jeans. You stand up straight and tug your shorts up, fastening them again as you turn to face him. He snatches the envelope out of your mouth and uses the back of his hand to wipe the drool off your chin before wiping it off on his shirt. "Now, love, you know what'll happen if you keep fuckin' about, yeah?"

You nod, fixing your hair that got frizzy from your sweating. "Thank you Mr. Krennic." He gives your arm a pat, presses a quick kiss to your cheek. "You should be thankful." He murmurs in your ear before pulling away and turning and walking off. You mentally curse your mom as you make your way back up the steps and into the trailer, slamming the doors closed. You'll have to be ready next time he comes to collect—maybe you'll wear some lacy panties and some perfume next payday.

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being a witch and dating Parker Robbins

Parker Robbins x reader

warnings: ironheart spoilerz

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: "Can I request Parker Robbins x reader, dating hcs? Maybe a witch in (dark magic) practice reader?"

you met parker not too long after he made his deal with mephisto

you were drawn to him, actually

the power of the cloak he wore was quite noticable

on a mission one night, you spawned behind him

"i nearly killed you! who are you?" -parker

"kill me? please, you'd be lucky to touch me" -you

he was confused by the insinuation until you used your magic to save him while he was distracted

you wanted to know more about how he acquired something imbued with such dark magic

and he realized he could use you on his team

"you looking for a job by any chance?" -parker

you decided to accept out of curiousity

and you were fawned over by the gang

"dark magic? did you like choose that or did that choose you?" -stu

"why? would you like to join my cult of evil witches?" -you, sarcastically while brandishing purple magic

"oh, hell, no" -stu, running away

parker ended up trusting you enough to get close

you weren't in it for the money, but you were in it for power

but parker wanted your power, too

"you wanna see it? the hood?" -parker

"you know i do" -you

you saw the cloak in a different way than him, admired it more. admired him more.

"you're...fascinating" -you

"how so?" -parker

"a very powerful person trusted you with this. in exchange for what?" -you

"a second chance, in a way" -parker

"well, this is quite a chance" -you

"you like that, huh?" -parker

you picked up on his flirting fast. wasn't really that subtle

he didnt want it to be either

"i'm pretty into it, yeah" -you

"glad to hear it" -parker, getting closer "you're not like anyone i've ever met before"

"i know, i'm one of a kind" -you

"i want to be one of a kind with you" -parker

he was your number one admirer after this

he didn't want to be away from you, you were so intoxicating

and your powers made you even more valuable

it wasnt a transactional relationship, but it didn't help

he teased. a lot

if you argued, he knew what buttons to press

"what are you gonna do, cast a spell on me?" -parker

"don't tempt me, i'll turn you into a frog" -you

"no, you wouldn't. you'd miss my handsome face too much" -parker

"yeah, maybe i'll just turn you to stone" -you

you referred to the gang as your "coven"

"we should totally go down the witch's road" -you

"what's that?" -slug

"i'm soooo glad you asked" -you

you then lore dumped for like 2 hours about the witch's road

parker loved the story though, talked to you about it all night

"i'd go down the road with you" -parker, running his fingers through your hair

"what would you go for?" -you

"i'd get even more power, do some good with it even" -parker

"what's mephisto like?" -you

"he's kind of suave, real cocky, too" -parker

"that's it?" -you

"well, he's like, the devil, there's not much more to say" -parker

you monitored the effects of the magic he used

"parker. it's killing you" -you

"i'm fine, baby, don't worry. soon, i won't even need it" -parker

"that's not how the price works" -you

"well, i have you to save me" -parker

"i don't think i can save you from this, parker" -you

"well then just pretend you can. for me." -parker

he'd watch over you while you meditated, casted spells, worked your magic

make sure you were safe

"you were out a long time, i was getting worried" -parker, coming up to hug you tight from behind

"it takes time, baby. not all of us get magic capes" -you

once the jobs started getting more serious, so did you

and thats when riri was recruited

she called bs on your magic until you started messing with her head

"oh, no, don't do that again. i didn't like that. hell no" -riri

"y/n, what'd i tell you about casting spells on the crew?" -parker

"i can only cast them on you" -you, winking

"later" -parker, winking back

you often felt mischievous and would play a few harmless(ish) pranks—which parker actually found funny

"can you take this seriously?" -john

"where's the fun in that?" -you

"it's not, it's business." -john

"leave it alone john" -parker

"let them get away with everything, huh?" -john

"you're just jealous" -you, taunting

you were super important on missions, protecting people, fighting people without being traced (magic energy is hard to track), using telekinesis, controlling enemies

it honestly made the team a little uncomfortable but they didn't want to speak up

"you should blow that up" -clown

"isn't that more you're m.o.?" -you

"yes, but you do it in purple!" -clown

once the bigger paydays started, you decided to visit stantons candy, reads, & more—your favorite magic store

owners were a little put off by you, but respected you nonetheless

"what are you looking for today, y/n?" -zelma

"working on some new spells, need some supplies" -you, pulling out a list a few pages long

parker would mess with your supplies and you'd scold him

"did you put a love potion on me?" -parker

"uh, no? why would you ask that?" -you

"cuz im seriously so in love with you" -parker

"okay, sappy" -you "why don't you help me mix a few things"

"then you'll come to bed?" -parker

"yes, dear." -you, sarcastically

you grew wary of riri early on, but parker forbid you from looking into it

said "we trust each other around here"

you wish he would have listened to you bc she became a major pain in the ass

he begged you to bring john back when he died, but your magic had limits

"i—parker, i can't. there are rules, and he wont be the same. death changes a person" -you

he was upset you wouldn't do it for him

but he wanted revenge now

and you could help him with that

you begged for his forgiveness nonetheless, he was mourning though

"parker, baby, we're so close now. get it together, okay?" -you

"i know. i just don't like loose ends" -parker

he was getting bad, and the dark magic he'd been using was harming him, starting to spread even more

you were desperate to save him

so while he was finishing his mission, you were paid a visit by mephisto

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[cashmoneyyysstuff]

a lil chat :)

hi my luvs ! i know it's been a while since ive been on here (altho apparently some of yall have caught me lurking lmao) and i wanted to talk about it for a little bit. just try n be completely honest with yall for a bit.

i wanted my next post, to celebrate my 500 (technically 501 but wtv) post to be this katsuki fic i was cookin up, i was all excited for it too--but i ended up not being able to finish it.

i figured i'd just finish it later, but then exams rolled around, i had no time to read or draw or write at all, it was a lot. it payed off, passed my exams n all that jazz, but when i'd logged back into my account and got ready to write i realised i just couldn't do it anymore.

it's not like i dont want to write anymore, i dont plan on quitting at all i've got plenty of drafts that i still very much want to tackle but unfortunately despite me wanting to write with all my heart, the words just won't come to be and it's extremely frustrating--but i understand how frustrating it must be for all of yall too and i'd like to sincerely apologize for that.

i'm sorry i keep closing my inbox, im sorry to all the people who have sent me asks months or probably years ago that i still have not tackled, that i keep telling yall im working on things i physically can't bring myself to, that it's taking me so long to finish my 6K event that i specifically created to thank yall for your continued support bc i'm not a good planner. i don't want to bring my adhd into this, especially since im only self diagnosed, but it's not some type of excuse--it's a genuine valid reason for why sometimes i get overwhelmed w requests or with just writing or task obligations in general, it is something that i struggle with on a daily basis and that i cant just magically wish away but that i'd still like to explain it to yall when i go away for long stretches of time.

burn out is a seriously frustrating thing that has been at its worst for me recently, i'm still writing for funsies and literally only managed to do this just a few weeks ago but i still cant force it out and it scares me sometimes. my special interests mean the world to me and i worry that my brain is sometimes getting tired of them and that petrifies me, i genuinely don't know what i would do if i didnt love mha and katsuki so much and it's not like im getting tired of that, even writing about new special interests i have help my love for katsuki burn so much harder and then i remember this will always be a part of me, but somedays it just doesnt go that easy.

i wish i could write and write and keep writing because i genuinely Love doing it, i love hearing what you guys have to say about it, i love seeing all your sweet asks and comments and i love you all so much for allowing me to share my love for my stupid little man and i love yall so much that i wish i could tell you when i feel ill start up again. but unfortunately i can't. and i'm so sorry for that.

which is why, when i checked my activities (i always check it, im so happy to see people interact and like and follow yall genuinely dont know how much it means to me little heart) and saw my follower count far exceeded me being able to finish the 6K event, about to just silently add an "on hiatus" to my pinned, i just couldn't do it. so for now, i hope it's enough for me to give you guys this.

untill then i love yall so much, and i'll definitely see guys again soon :) i don't know when yet, but i'm not leaving yall, ever.

much luv xx

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[petitelepus]

Reverse isekai Kokushibo and Yorrichi EXCEPT they are isekaied as kids and get adopted by a reader who is a single expecting mother, and actually get to grow up in a loving home with a little baby sister and fix their relationship with each other.

It was a rainy day when you found the two young boys alone, near your home. You were on your way back home from a doctor's meeting when you saw the two kids looking lost and confused.

They couldn't be older than 6, both so wet due to rain that their clothes, kimonos, you noted, clung to their small bodies.

You had approached them, asking if they were alright, and they had both looked at you with those big eyes and told you that they didn't know where they were.

Of course, the first thing you asked was where their parents were, but they told you there wasn't anyone; they were alone.

Orphans? You asked, and they shook their heads again. You frowned as you looked at them, and you got this urge to invite them to your home.

It could have been a scam or something, but you were a kind one and wanted to believe in the goodness in everyone.

"Would you like to come with me? I swear, I'm not some creep." You chuckled, and the kids nodded before following you to your humble home.

As soon as you made it inside, you prepared a hot bath for them, some dry clothes, and while they were bathing, you cooked something warm and filling for them to eat.

Once they were out of the bath and clothed, they scarfed down the food you had prepared for them. As they ate, you prepared yourself some calming tea, as the little inside your tummy was a little restless.

The boys introduced themselves as Michikatsu and Yoriichi, and to your shock, they told you they were from Japan, but not from any Japan, but from the Sengoku era.

You were sure they were pulling your leg, like kids used to do, but then they pointed out that they had been speaking fluent Japanese, and you blinked as you found yourself understanding them.

You had heard about Isekai... But you couldn't still be sure... You made a couple of phone calls, but in the end, the twins and their story appeared genuine.

"Hmm, looks like you aren't lying..." You muttered as you looked at them, and they nodded almost in perfect unison, "We wouldn't lie about something like this."

"Then... You don't have a place to go?"

"None."

"Alright..." You frowned as you thought about what you should do... And an idea came to your mind immediately.

"Would you like to stay here with me?" You had asked, and the twins had looked at each other for advice before nodding, "We'd like that."

"Then it's settled!" You smiled, "I'll adopt you and you can tell me all about how Japan was back in your time!"

They did tell you how Japan was back then, but they chose to leave the Demons and such out, for your safety.

A week later, the adoption papers were filled out and approved, and you officially became Michikatsu's and Yoriichi's mother.

The boys were little angels, honestly, taking care of you due to your very late pregnancy. They'd clean, cook, and do little things like help you to put your shoes on when you were on your way to see the doctor.

Truly, they were angels, but with time, you noticed that the boys were a little... Tense around each other, but when you asked about it from them, they replied, "We weren't close..."

This made you sad, but you hugged them both together and smiled, "You have a chance to be close now. So, for my sake, take it?"

The boys had been shocked by your request... But they both had their memories of their lives in Japan... And they understood that this was their chance to really grow as brothers, without envy or jealousy.

And then, one night, your water broke, and the boys were on it, calling the hospital to let them know you were coming. They waited for your child to be born the whole night with you, and when it came time for you to push, they held your hand, letting you know they were there...

And once the piercing wail of a newborn came, you went limp due to exhaustion. Yoriichi was mindfully wiping your sweaty forehead with a wet towel while Michikatsu followed the nurse who washed and prepared your baby.

"Congratulations, miss! It's a healthy little girl!" The nurse said as they handed your baby to you, and you nearly started crying in joy as you held your baby.

Your girl was so small... But God, she was cute.

Time passed, and finally, your daughter stopped crying and slept, no doubt exhausted as she had just arrived in the world.

You noticed that the boys were looking at her in awe, and you smiled as you offered her for them to stroke gently.

"Would you like to greet your baby sister?"

"Can we?" They asked, and you nodded. Michikatsu was a little reluctant, like he was afraid he would hurt her, but Yoriichi gently encouraged his older brother, and they gently stroked their sister's head.

"She is..."

"So small...!" They were in awe, and you couldn't help but chuckle a little, "I know."

"Are we..." Yoriichi started, "Are we surely good enough to be her brothers?"

"What if we hurt her?" Michikatsu asked, and you almost laughed, not because you were amused, but because your sons sounded so silly.

"You're wonderful, both of you." You smiled, "After all, you two are my sons that I love so much."

The twins blinked as they both realized just how much you actually loved them. As brothers, they had a very complex relationship you weren't fully aware of...

But now that they understood your love and had become older brothers, they were pretty sure they understood the concept of love better.

Later, you and your baby girl were sleeping, and Michikatsu and Yoriichi took turns guarding the two of you... But the older brother felt haunted by his past choices and actions.

"Is it time to change?" Yoriichi asked suddenly, and the older brother turned to look at his younger brother.

"Brother... Yoriichi..." Michikatsu started, but talking suddenly felt so hard, "I'm... I never got to tell you... But I'm...!"

"I know." Yoriichi smiled as he hugged his brother, "I know."

The older twin's eyes widened, and before he knew it, he was hugging his younger brother like he was afraid he would disappear if he let go...

And you smiled tiredly, woken up by pure chance to witness the sweet moment between the brothers.

You knew they held some information from you about their past, but you didn't pry, as it was something they would handle by themselves, and if they wanted to tell you, they would do it when it fit them best.

Slowly, you closed your eyes and continued resting, but you felt like your heart could burst from joy. You could barely wait for the life that awaited the four of you.

[myeagleexpert]

Throw wood on the fire

Pairing: Tim Drake/Red Robin x YN AFAB Warning: yandere fic, toxic relationaship, he's possessive, you're stubborn, obsessive, emotional manipulation, nswf (pt 2) Summary: You  and Tim have always been soulmates, but it's so suffocating that you've reached your limit. It's time to break up with Tim. Note: Reader is described and represented as YN or as "You" because, grammarly, I'm trying to adapt the text so that it is more harmonious! Eng is not my mother language, so often the way I write does not relate to the translator and I have to translate most of my works manually. Therefore, thank you for understanding!

After a great night spent with your friends, having fun and bringing lightness to life, without even worrying about the time. But as the night is young, you have an annoying alarm telling you that it's time to go back to bed: Tim. You enter yours a luxurious apartment in the city center. Your shoulders immediately tensed when you heard his voice demanding answers.

"YN where were you??" He immediately grabs your arm and demands to know where you've been and why you were so late getting back

"Relax Tim, I just went out with my friends" you say taking off your red high heels, sighing heavily as you have this same conversation…for the fifth time.

Tim's expression remains stern as he crosses his arms across his chest. "I don't care if you were out with your friends," he retorts.

 "I told you to be back by 10 PM. It's midnight." mentally you ignore him as you take off your fancy suit and place your bag on a couch in the living room.

Tim follows after you, his annoyance growing with every step. "That's not an excuse," he snaps, his voice sharp. "You knew what time you were supposed to be home, and you didn't even try to keep track of the time."

He watches as you start walking to your room, and he grabs your hand to stop you. "We're not done talking about this." he says firmly. "You need to understand how worried I was about you being out so late."

"We just talked about it. I came back late by accident, it already happened there's no way back. I said I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Happy now?" Irritated, you release your hand from his grip and return to your route.

Tim's jaw clenches tightly as he listens to your response. He clearly isn’t satisfied with your dismissive attitude.

"No, I'm not happy," he replies with a mix of irritation and frustration in his voice. "You don't seem to understand how big of a deal this is for me. You're supposed to be mine, and I need to know where you are, what you're doing, who you're with. It's for your own safety."

"When did such a healthy relationship become so suffocating? Where is the Tim I knew? Why is it getting more and more tiring to continue this?" YN thinks, searching the timeline for where and when the red flags started to appear… and when she started ignoring them.

"I'm your girlfriend, I'm not an object to possess Tim." I look at him seriously "We've talked about this before, I'm going to sleep now. You can't control me 24 hours." Tim's expression hardens even more as you challenge him. He's not used to being contradicted or questioned, especially when it comes to you.

Your therapist said that in moments like this it was ideal to remain calm and that counting to 10 would help to calm down and not explode at others.

1....2....3.......

"You're my girlfriend, and that means you're mine," he insists firmly. "I'm not trying to control you, I'm trying to protect you. Can't you see that?"

He takes another step closer, closing the distance between you. "I care about you, more than anything else. I can't stand the thought of something happening to you. It drives me crazy when I can't keep an eye on you."

4......

You increase the distance and turn your back to Tim, ignoring his words while you change your clothes and put on satin pajamas. He looks at you irritated as you lie down on the big bed, covering me with the soft linen blankets. Tim’s eyes follow you as you changed into your pjamas and climbed into bed, his irritation growing with every movement you make. He stands there, his fingers clenched tightly into fists as he watches you get comfortable in bed.

“You’re seriously just going to go to sleep now?” He asks, his voice tight with frustration. “We’re not done talking about this.”

"I would love to talk about this with you, but as you can see, I'm already asleep. And good night dear, be careful the bogeyman doesn't get you" you say sarcastically as you cover your head with the sheets, mentally praying that Tim will give up any upset tonight, your patience has been...very little.Tim's jaw clenches even tighter as he listens to your sarcastic retort. He's clearly not amused by your dismissive attitude and attempts to end the discussion.

5....

He takes another step towards the bed, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "You're seriously being a brat right now? I'm trying to talk to you like an adult, but you're just acting like a child, YN."

He stops at the edge of the bed, looking down at you with a mixture of irritation and frustration in his eyes. "You can't just shut me out and expect this conversation to go away," he continues, his voice firm. "We need to talk about what happened tonight. You can't just pretend it didn't happen!"

"Tim." you look at him seriously "I don't want to talk about it now, I'm tired and sleepy. We'll talk about it tomorrow."Tim's expression softens slightly as he meets your gaze, but his stubbornness remains. He sighs heavily before replying.

"I don't want to wait until tomorrow," he says, his voice still firm but slightly calmer. "I need to know what happened tonight. Where were you? Who were you with? What were you doing?"

6.....

"If you keep insisting, I'm going to go out in my pajamas and sleep at a friend's house." You threaten him as you run your hand through your hair, for a moment, Tim's gaze turns dark, he knows you have the audacity to do this.

"You're really going to leave in the middle of the night and go sleep at one of your friends' houses? Over this?" he asks, his voice filled with a mix of irritation and disbelief.

7.....

"Goodnight darling." You get up irritated and give him a kiss as you get out of bed. Still in your pajamas, you take your car keys and I go out to the garage where my beloved car awaits me. Tim follows hot on your heels, his expression a mix of alarm and determination.

"Wait, what are you doing?" he calls out, his voice tinged with worry.

He can't believe you're actually leaving in the middle of the night. He catches up to you just as you're about to get in your car.

Tim grabs your arm, trying to stop you from getting into the car. "You can't just leave like this," he says urgently. "We need to talk about what happened tonight. I need to know that you're safe."

You take his hand off your arm and say dryly "I'm fine and safe as you can see, see you tomorrow. I'm not going to talk to you irritated!" YN say, getting into the car and turning on the ignition, pressing the control to open the gate.

8.....

Tim's expression turns to one of frustration and helplessness as he watches you get into the car. He knows he can't stop you from leaving, but it kills him to see you so upset and willing to walk out in the middle of the night.

"Damnit, don't do this," he says, his voice pleading. "Please don't drive off in anger. Just come back inside and we can talk about this like adults."

He takes a step closer to the car, leaning down to look at you through the open window. His expression is a mix of concern and desperation.

9....

"Please, just don't drive off like this. It's the middle of the night, and I'm worried about you being out alone. Just come back inside, and we can talk this out."

"I don't want to talk right now." you start the car and start walking when he stops irritated, and almost crying, in front of the car "Excuse me, I need to pass if you don't mind" you say disguising the anger and frustration, honking the horn calmly. Tim takes a step back, his arms falling to his sides in frustration. He watches with a mix of anger and helplessness as you start to drive away.

But just as you're about to pass him, he steps in front of the car, blocking your path.

“TIM!”

Fuck counting to 10...

"What the hell are you doing?" he blurts out, his voice tight with irritation and worry. "You're really going to drive off like this in the middle of the night? It's not safe!"

He stands in front of the car, his eyes locked on yours through the windshield. "God Damnit, just stop and talk to me," he pleads, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and desperation. "We can't just leave things this way. You can't just walk out and leave in the middle of the night without talking to me about what happened tonight."

"I'll text one of your robots to read." you respond sarcastically while rolling your eyes, but after taking a deep breath, you try to negotiate with him "If you stay quiet, I'll come back and sleep on the couch. If you keep insisting like this, I'll leave now and only come back in the morning" I turn on the car and make the engine make a loud noise.Tim listens to your response, his expression growing more frustrated by the second. He clenches his fists at his sides, clearly fighting the urge to argue further.

Tim considers your offer for a moment, his mind racing with frustration and worry. But he knows he doesn't really have a choice right now.

"Fine," he finally says, his voice tight. "But we are going to talk about this in the morning. And you better not try to sneak out again tonight."

He takes a step back, allowing you to drive off, but his expression is still filled with irritation and worry. He watches as you drive off, his mind racing with frustration and insecurity.

"Damnit," he mutters to himself as he watches you drive away. "Why does she always have to be so damn stubborn."

The powefull Red Robin, stands there for a moment, his arms crossed tightly across his chest. he's torn between the need to go after you and the knowledge that you won't listen right now.

His mind races with conflicting thoughts. he's worried about your safety, but he's also irritated by your stubbornness. He knows he should just let you go for the night, but the thought of not knowing where you are or what you're doing is driving him insane.Tim takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. he knows he can't just follow your car and chase you down. That would only make things worse. But the thought of you driving off in anger and irritation, alone in the middle of the night, is eating him alive.

At that point, it was like throwing wood on the fire, fueling anger and rebellion.

As time passed, YN saw the love she felt for Tim gradually turning into a prison. Like a perfect fairy tale it lost its color, slowly turning into a horror film where she would be the only victim.

“Baby, we need to talk…”

The constant need to be together and Tim's obsession with protecting her created a web of possession that left her increasingly suffocated. Constant calls, constant paranoia, constant accusations… it was all getting too much. As heiress to her father's company, YN always tried to be at the height of the company and it was very difficult with a boyfriend demanding to know who she was with all the time, why she cared about all that and why… that man was shaking her hand .

Each day was a desperate effort to maintain some of his autonomy, while Tim became more controlling and domineering. The feeling of being constantly surrounded by a hyperprotective guard was oppressive, depriving her of space to breathe.

“How will I know she’s really your friend? !What if she wants to poison your head about our relationship?!”

YN tried to rebel against the prison that had become her relationship, her stubbornness and her independence at stake. She began to become more indifferent towards Tim's possessive efforts, trying to create the distance needed to have more control over her life. Increasing and rebuilding the walls that were previously knocked down with sarcastic, poisonous comments, trying to get back to having a busy and festive life like before. However, each attempt to regain her autonomy was met with resistance from Tim, who desperately clung to the illusion of being her protector. With every step she took toward freedom, he strived to hold her back, increasing his possessiveness and desperation to keep her by her side.

“Why do you want to go to this event alone? We're a couple, aren't we? What are you going to do there that you won’t need me?”

Little by little, the web was made by Tim's efforts and undone by YN's stubbornness, it was a tiring, exhausting process and honestly YN was already at the limit of it all.

Like a butterfly that turns and convulses its way out of its web, so YN was determined to fly free again.

The plan to sleep over at a friend Daisy's house failed, leaving only one friend on the other side of the city. YN breathes a sigh of relief as she turn off location, cell phone, and any other service that has anything that connects to it. While at his house, you took advantage of the time away from Tim and focused on your training, finally a full workout without Tim hacking the gym. You posted some photos and videos on social media, recording your workout and the breakfast you were having with your friend you met the other day.

Meanwhile, Tim was anxious and worried, unable to focus on anything other than his absence. He became even angrier when he saw your posts on social media. He knew that you were making these posts on purpose to irritate him, which only increased his anger and frustration. he tried to control himself, but he couldn't help the feeling of helplessness and anxiety that overwhelmed him. He wanted to know where you were, what you were doing, who was with you.

It was noon when you called Tim, giving him the air of your presence "Tim, are you home now? Do you want me to bring you lunch?" YN say hoping he would forget the conversation as she gets into the car, reapplying lipstick and putting on sunglasses.

Tim answers the phone, trying to control the frustration and anxiety in his voice. He was in the apartment, busy with work, when you called.

"Yes, I'm home," he replies, trying to remain calm. "But there's no need to bring lunch, I'll order something." He tries to keep the conversation casual, but he can't forget the argument from the night before.

"I'll order… Your favorite" You say trying to lighten the mood, the calm before the storm. Tim hesitates for a moment, his frustration with the situation still present. But his favorite's offer makes him relent.

"Okay, fine," he says, trying not to show how much he was looking forward to your return. "But you'll be here soon, right?"

"If I say I'm going to help the chef, will you let me take my time?" I try to bargain with him. Tim is holding back.

Tim takes a deep breath, his possessive and controlling side taking over for a moment. He really wanted you home where he could keep an eye on you and make sure you were safe. But he also knew that you wouldn’t give in that easily. He tries to remain calm as he responds.

But he also knew that you wouldn’t give in that easily. He tries to remain calm as he responds.

"For how long?" he asks, irritated. "And why do you need to help the chef?"

"I'm going to make the special recipe with him" you say without even realizing it, a little evil in the intonation, but soon swallow it to be a decent person, , as if she hadn't thrown wood on the fire.

Tim raises his eyebrows when you mention "the special recipe." What the hell were you doing? The “Special Recipe” was a dish that only the two of you made. Period. It was a couple thing and not a delivery from a fancy restaurant. It wasn't a different seasoning or something exotic, the fun of the “special recipe” was making the YN and Tim recipe, a pasta where the two make romantically in the kitchen, an illusion of domesticity and togetherness.

"The special recipe?" he repeats, irritation and suspicion evident in his voice. "Why the special recipe? You didn't mention anything like that before."

"Isn't it your favorite, love? I'll be there in 20 minutes"

"Okay, cool," he replies, his voice tense. "I'll be waiting for you."

Tim notices the sarcastic tone in her voice, but he tries to ignore it, his irritation still present. He knows you're joking, but he can't help but wonder what's really going on. He was sitting in his office, trying to stay calm and work while he waited for you. But his irritation and frustration were quickly growing as the minutes passed.

YN arrived at the shared apartment within 40 minutes, ready to talk. "Good morning Einstein" she takes off her heels and goes to the living room, placing the delivery in the kitchen watching the fuming man leave the office

When you finally arrived, he quickly got up from the office and left to meet you in the living room. His look was serious and full of anger.

"Six hours" was the first word he spoke, without even greeting you. His tone was cold and controlled, but the irritation was evident in his expression and in every word he said.

"Six fucking hours," he repeated, "No news, no messages, nothing. I was on the verge of madness, not knowing if you were okay or not." He approached you, his eyes locked on yours. He wanted to hug you, pull you into his arms, but the feeling of irritation and frustration prevailed at the moment.

"Explain to me," he demanded, his voice firm. "Where were you? What were you doing? Who was with you?"

"I went to celebrate our company's profit with my friends from work" friends that he hated "Then I went to that restaurant that opened now, the Japanese one" That Tim hated "As it was early at night, I was invited to a party at the other city ​​with the girls." girls who hated Tim "As we had a disagreement yesterday, so I slept at Galileo's house" the guy who hit on you

With every word you spoke, Tim's expression changed. He felt his veins pulsing with anger and frustration as you mentioned your friends and the guy who hit on you while you explained in an indifferent way, as if you were talking about the weather and not turning on warning sirens in Tim's head.

He tried to contain his possessive and controlling side, but it was difficult to control his feelings. The thought of you spending the night at another man's house drove him completely insane.

"Did you sleep at another man's house?" he repeated, his anger evident in his voice. "Daisy wasn't home, my closest option was Galileo." "He's gay baby, relax" YN says

Tim snorts when you say Galileo is gay. Even though he knew he wasn't interested in women, the idea of ​​you spending the night at another man's house was irritating to him, especially because Tim saw him hitting on you and was paranoid since from the first time the two of you were introduced. He tries to calm down, but the anger still clings to him like a thorn.

"That doesn't change the fact that you slept at another man's house," he snaps. "Because my man wouldn't let me sleep in peace" I retort with the same intensity

Tim takes a deep breath, his hands clench into fists in anger. He knows you're right, but he doesn't want to admit it. He feels the guilt slowly creeping into him, but the anger still prevails.

"You ran away from me," he responds, his voice firm. "You just left our house without a word and i didn't hear from you for hours." The muscles in Tim's neck tighten as he speaks, anger and frustration mixing in his words.

"I was worried," he continues, "I was desperate not knowing where you were or if you were safe. I tried calling and texting you, but you left me hanging." His voice becomes lower and more intense as he continues to speak.

"And now, I find out that you spent the night at another man's house, the guy I detest, for God's sake."

He moves closer, invading your personal space, chest rising and falling with each hectic breath.

"How do you think I feel, huh?" he asks, his voice tense. "What do you think I was like, not hearing from you, not knowing where you were, what you were doing, who you were with?" He places his hands on both sides of her face, forcing Yn to look directly into his blue eyes. Mentally trying to connect his stormy eyes with your lovely ones. How cute, you might think….

A boyfriend desperate for his girlfriend's well-being, and everything for her protection, hmm?

Apart from the fact that they've had this conversation before.

How a prey follows the natural instincts that the predator will attack, turning on the fight or flight button…..

So YN remains firm and upright, she can notice the gentle changes in Tim's gaze, his worried speech, his dominant touch trying to make her “stay in her place”, but there is not a hint of guilt in her eyes.

YN had seen this film many, many times, the same script with the same characters. It's time to leave the cinema and live real life.

"Sorry, it won't happen again." you press your hand against his for a few seconds and then remove it from your face, looking at him seriously, your eyes as steady as a mountain weathering the storm. Tim's smile widened, but it closed realizing something was going to happen. Tim looks at you, his face showing a brief expression of relief and happiness as you rest your hand against his. But that feeling quickly fades when she realizes something isn't right.

He tries to stay calm, waiting for you to say something.

"What it was?" he asks, the anger and irritation still evident in her voice. "I know that expression. What are you going to do?"

The silence lasts for a few seconds as you remain quiet, your gaze serious and determined. Tim feels the atmosphere getting tense, he knows something is happening but he doesn't know what, and he hates every second of not knowing what goes on in Yn's head.

He crosses his arms, his gaze fixed on you, waiting for you to speak. His patience is starting to run out.

"Come on," he scolds, his voice brusque. "Speak quickly."

"I think we better break up." In the same way I speak abruptly, and I see his world turning upside down. Tim's expression changes immediately, as if he's been punched in the stomach. He stays frozen in place, his mind trying to process what you just said.

What? No… it can't be….. No…..it's not real. She must just be mad….

He babbles for a few seconds, unable to form words.

"I-I didn't hear you right," he finally says, his voice shaking slightly. "Repeat please."

"I think its better if we better break up, Tim. It's not working out, sorry." The words fall like a hammer on Tim's heart. He remains still, his mind trying desperately to find the words to argue, to change your mind.

He opens and closes his mouth several times, his hands shaking slightly. Finally, he manages to speak, his voice fragile and shaky.

"But…but why?" he asks, his words coming out almost like a whisper. ' "You know why."

Tim remains silent, his gaze fixed on his. He knows exactly what you're saying, but he still doesn't want to accept it. Millions of conversations about the relationship, the opinion of friends and family, the indirect ones, the distance… he knows he's being too much, that he's trying to imprison you, that he's pushing you away with all his obsession and paraoic… but he He can't stop, you're his drug. Slowly killing and addicting him until he can no longer live without you.

He runs a shaky hand through his black hair, trying to control himself but failing miserably.

"I…" he tries to say, but his voice trails off. He takes a deep breath, trying to muster the courage to speak. "I can change."

He won't change. Yn thinks, already knowing where this story would end.

"You don't need to change, Tim. I'm the problem here." I put my hand on his shoulder, "I'm sure someone out there will appreciate and value all your concern and your temper. But we've been hurting each other a lot lately."

Tim holds your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. He knows you're right, that things weren't working between you. But he can't accept it.

"I-i don't want it to end," he murmurs, his voice lowering. "I love you. I want to make it work."

“Listen Tim… I-” your sentence is cut off when Tim hugs you tightly, his head resting on your shoulder as he starts to cry. He tries to control himself, but emotion takes over him.

He squeezes you tighter, like he's desperately trying to keep you from leaving. Trying to bring you close, inhaling your scent, feeling your heat, trying to mold your body to his.

"Piplease," he whispers, voice shaking from crying. "Please don't leave. Please stay with me."

Tim continues to hold you, his body shaking with the emotions he's trying to keep under control. He doesn’t want to let you go, desperate to keep you by his side.

Anything other than us breaking up…

I don't accept it… I don't want it!

How will I exist without you by my side?

Why don't you want to try again?

He lifts his head, looking at you with red, teary eyes.

"I'll change," he promises, his voice husky. "I promise I'll change. Just don't leave. Please don't leave me."

He holds your face and looks at you, with hearts in his eyes, knowing that you won't give in anytime soon. He uses emotional blackmail to make Yn stay, after all, she always liked beautiful words, covered in honey.

Don't you love him anymore? Why do you want to hurt him so much?

Tim desperately tries to find a way to change your mind. He knows words aren't working, so he takes desperate action...

He holds your face tightly, looking directly and deeply into your eyes.

"If you leave…," he murmurs, voice shaking. "I won't be able to live. I'll go crazy without you. Please don't leave me. I won't survive."

"You're Red Robin, you've survived worse things." YN says trying to free herself from him which makes him increase the emotional blackmail, holding you against him, she tries to cut off his line of reasoning, the blackmail, the depraved words but it seems like it only makes everything increase more…. Tim remains holding you, his grip becoming firmer as YN tries to break free. He can see that you are not giving in easily and desperately grasps at any means possible to make you stay.

He presses his face against your neck, his voice shaky as he murmurs.

"It's not just a matter of physical survival," he says, voice muffled by the contact of his face against her skin. "I won't be able to live without you. You are my reason for living."

"I'm going to die without you…..I'll kill myself if I don't have you by my side…" He threatens, increasingly serious and desperate, for a moment, in the name of all the love in your relationship, you fear for his life.

Tim continues to murmur against your delicate neck, his embrace becoming almost painful. He seems desperate to keep you by his side, whatever the cost. He puts one hand on your back, the other wrapping around your waist. He pulls you against him, as if he's afraid he'll let you escape.

"I love you," he whispers, his voice rough with emotions. "I love you so much. Please don't leave. Please stay with me." Tim continues to beg the same words, his embrace becoming more and more desperate as he tries to stop you from leaving.

He looks completely vulnerable, as if his life depended on it. His voice is low and full of emotion as he repeats as a pray:

"I love you. I love you. I'll get better, I promise. Just don't leave me. Please don't leave me."

When he hears your silence, his voice rises as if to prove he is telling the truth, almost shouting in your ear as he shakes and sobs in fear. Tim raises his voice as he desperately tries to convince you to stay, his words increasing in intensity as he sobs and shakes in fear.

He clings to you as if you were his anchor, his body shaking with emotion.

"I'll do anything for our relationship," he repeats, his voice almost desperate. "I'll get better for you. I'll change. I'll do whatever it takes. Just… please… don't leave me."

Tim's sobs grow stronger as he tries to hold back the tears. He's clearly desperate, his hug growing tighter and tighter as he desperately tries to keep you by his side.

With pity, YN runs an involuntary hand through Tim's hair, making him hope. "Are you really going to change?" I know he won't change, but maybe I can push the breakup further, in a month or two when he gets used to the idea.

Yn makes a mental note of the idea, without knowing that Tim himself already had plans for the two of them stay toguether forever.

Tim seems to perk up slightly when he feels your hand running through his hair, feeling you give in a little. He lifts his head, looking at you with a hopeful look.

He nods, his eyes still red from tears, but a little calmer.

"I'll change," he promises, voice firmer. "I'll be better for you. Just…give me another chance. Please."

"Okay…. the last one" with that he kisses you and cries more, relieved that you changed your mind. Tim takes the opportunity to kiss you, his tongue penetrating your mouth in a desperate and needy way. He cries as he kisses you, the relief evident in his gesture.

You still haven't said you love him too….. You do not love me anymore?

However, he is not satisfied with just the kiss, the insecurities and the countless scenarios running wild in his mind. He uses everything he can, pressing your body against his as he murmurs low, desperate words.

Will you still leave me? No, please no! You still love me?

"I won't survive without you!" he whispers, arms squeezing you against him. "You are everything to me. Just give me one more chance, please."

Tim repeats the same words, his hands roaming her body as he presses YN against him. He's desperate to keep you close, his embrace becoming almost possessive. He brings his mouth to her neck, kissing and biting the skin gently.

"I'm a dead man without you," he whispers, voice hoarse with emotion. "I won't survive without you. Just give me one more chance, please. Just one more, Yn. I love you so much..."

"…..I love you, Tim. Let's get better okay?" I confirm it when I hug him back

Tim takes a moment to process the words, his hands shaking with relief and hope. He hugs you tighter, his facial expression softening slightly. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath as he tries to contain the tangle of emotions inside him.

"I'll make you happy," he promises, voice hoarse. "I'm going to be the best man I can be. Just… have a little more patience with me."

Tim remains hugging you for a few minutes, trying to calm down as his mind seems to spin with all the emotions. He takes a deep breath, trying to control his heart that feels like it's about to come out of his chest and YN is the only thing keeping him sane, stable, preventing him from becoming another Gotham madman.

He lifts his head again, looking at you with an almost vulnerable look.

"I'll get better," he whispers, his voice firm but soft. "I'm going to do everything differently. Just… don't leave me. Please." He continued to hold your face in his shaking hands, trying to hold you against him. Trying to breathe your air. Trying to get into your heart.

YN kisses him on the mouth, catching him off guard "I know you're going to do it differently, my love. It's going to be okay."

YN feels so exhausted by this argument, fed up and patiently reaching the end, realizing that he won't let them end that easily. So, YN changes her mind, mentally changing her strategy before Tim arrests her and chains her in the apartment.

you tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. "Let's watch a movie, hmm?" She suggests he calm down, cutting off any obsessive or paranoid trains of thought with a gentle smile.

Tim seems almost surprised by the unexpected gesture of the kiss, but he quickly recovers. His hands lightly squeeze her waist as he returns the gesture.

He nodded, his voice a little calmer.

"Yes, a film." He responds, his facial expression less tense. "That sounds good. Like we did before."

Tim moves away from you a little, but he doesn't let go of you completely. As he takes you to the couch, he remains close, with one hand on your waist, melting into Yn's warmth, the familiar scent bringing him a sense of comfort and security that only she can bring.

It looks like the film will repeat itself again.

The beautiful butterfly is caught in the spider's suffocating webs.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Every like, repost and comment is very welcome and appreciated. ♥

[mobius-m-mobius]

ty for giffing some of the sweeter lokius scenes! everyone's reunion fanart is beautiful and hopeful then finale gifs make me cry again lol. it's nice to remember how many romantic moments we got 💚💛

Oh that's very kind of you to say and I can certainly relate! Was planning to rewatch the entire Loki series but keep getting caught up in Lokius being separated for now when all they've wanted is to be together working towards good so might pivot into going back through Owen's filmography instead for some much needed and guaranteed happiness 😅💖

If it helps Loki Appreciation Week is coming up soon, Dec 11th-17th, and I'm sure there will be plenty of love going around for everyone's favorite eps and moments! I'm going to be following my own lead from airing and giffing the first thing that pops into mind each day like a speedrun so can't promise zero angst but will definitely be trying to keep the majority more fun and romantic to celebrate what most of the season felt like to me 🥰

[neilsbeloved]

currently thinking about: clark kent flashing you right before you head off for work (18+)

it all started with that damn groan. that type of deep, throaty, guttural groan that you can feel in your core every time clark does it.

most of the time it tells you that clark's just woken up, that he had just finished having some fun on dreamland somewhere.

on rare times, it's an intentional way of getting your attention.

seven in the morning, you woke up, slipped away from bed, cooked enough breakfast for you to bring to work, and for clark to eat later when he wakes up. you two work at the same place—the daily planet—although your job position requires you to be at the planet way earlier than him.

you got ready after preparing your lunch. showering alone and getting ready in the other room—which clark had made specifically to be the office-slash-dressing-room for you considering the mountain of clothing you had even when you two were just boyfriends and girlfriends.

when you head back to your shared room to grab your bag and do some last minute checks for your hair and make-up, you hear that groan from behind you.

at first it was nothing. you greet him a good morning, even asking him how his sleep was—just the usual sweet and gooey stuff you two do as newlyweds. but then clark doesn't respond. at least not in a very appropriate way with the way he's still groaning from behind you.

you turn around confusedly, eyes glaring at your husband who seemed to be storing a wicked idea in that head of his.

"i've already cooked you breakfast, clark, make sure you eat some before you come to work, okay?" you remind him, slinging your bag on your shoulder as you spray on some perfume.

clark hums, running his hand down his firm abdomen. "you leavin' already?"

"uh-huh. tess just called and they need me as soon as possible somethin' about the legalities and stuff… whatever that is. i'll probably just skip over it, y'know how tess gets with those legal stuff," you ramble, clipping on your earrings.

you glance at your husband, his eyes still heavy with sleepiness as he had his one arm stretched behind him, the muscles on his neck and biceps flexing naturally.

there's a dryness in your throat and a wetness in your core just from that view. taking everything in you not to just throw tess' request out of the window and jump on your husband's bones first thing in the morning.

you shake those inappropriate thoughts away, blowing off a breath as you looked at yourself through the mirror.

"i'm off now, baby. go and get off your ass now," you walk over to his side of the bed, originally meaning to give him a kiss on the cheek when he moves his head just in time to catch your lips.

a huff leaves your throat, slapping him lightly on his bare chest as you push him away. "clark, i need to head to the office."

the glint in clark's eyes tells you he's not letting you go that easily but the way he pulls away says otherwise. plastering on a lazy smile on his lips as he nods, telling you i love you in his deep and drowsy voice.

you smile, saying the words back before heading to the door.

before you even turn the knob, you hear him call—groan—your name. the very sound making you stop abruptly, hand tightening on the doorknob.

he calls you again. this time, with a bit more strain in his voice.

"clark, what—" the exact moment you turn around, clark's pulled down the covers just below his knee, his cock springing up tall and proud.

you swallow on nothing. "clark."

"yes, baby?" he tilts his head, voice and eyes innocent, contradicting the way his free hand quickly descended down his body and onto the tip of his hard cock. the sheer size of his cock compared to his already massive hand had you subtly squeezing your legs. "i thought you had to go to work?"

your eyes shoot up at his face, the lazy smirk on his lips telling you he's got you exactly where he wants you—frozen by the door, legs clenched, eyes stuck on the lewd movements of his hand.

you blink. "you're an asshole, y'know that, right?"

"i don't know what you're—" he grunts, adjusting himself on the bed as his chest flexes. his features straining when you see his hand smother the pre-cum leaking on his tip down the length of his cock. "—talking 'bout, sweetheart. i'll… i'll be at the office in a few hours."

you sigh, shaking your head irritatedly as you throw your bag on the pile of clothes on the floor. hands quickly unbuttoning your coat and throwing it away too.

clark grins victoriously, moving to the center of the mattress as you come onto the bed. legs immediately going on either side of thighs.

his big, strong hands grabbing at your hips, massaging the clothed flesh before he pulls up your pencil skirt to bunch at your waist. fingers quickly making their way at your center. he chuckles lightly when he feels your wetness already seeping through the cotton fabric of your panties.

you drop your chest down on his, the fabric of your top scratching against his bare skin. he locks his lips onto yours, hungrily nipping at your bottom lip before you let him in without a fight.

your arm reaches down, grabbing a hold of his cock making him chuckles into the kiss. "i thought you had work to do?"

you roll your eyes, letting him adjust the two of you as he sits up so he can rest his back on the headboard. his knees propped up and legs spread apart, giving you enough room to work with. you pull your panties to the side, already angling yourself on the tip when you feel him hold your body.

"baby, it's gonna hurt," he says, the look of lust on his eyes disappearing for a second as his voice drips of concern. "let me eat you out first, c'mon, it'll be quick. get you all nice and—oohh fuck."

clark's offer was cut short when you sink down on his cock, loud gasps slipping from both of your mouths. you drop forward, head on the crook of his neck as you clutched his shoulders, letting your cunt barely adjust to his size.

"you're such an overachiever," clark clicks his tongue, holding onto your sides. feeling the way your sweet cunt pulses around the length of his cock like its begging for more.

the moment the stinging subsides and pleasure starts registering, your hips get to work.

you use his shoulders for leverage as you bounce on his cock, desperately trying to push yourself over the edge, slowly feeling yourself drip down his cock.

"so good, fuck—so fucking big, clark," you moan, pulling your head up to watch his pleasured face. eyebrows knitted, lips freely letting out low grunts. "did you dream about me? dreamt about this pussy?"

"yes, shit, i-i dreamt about this goddamn cunt begging for me," he grunts, shifting his hips just slightly. the change in angle making you gasp, your hands falling down to his pecs.

clark leans forward, kissing up your exposed throat as your eyes rolled back. the tip of his cock finding your sweet spot in a moment, hitting it deliciously with each time you drop your ass on his cock. his teeth sinks onto your clavicle, just enough to have you clenching around him.

his hips thrust up as a response, cock twitching inside of you. loud pleads of his name spilled from your lips. using every bit of your energy to keep your pace steady but it was hard when the ache intensifies with each second.

"still got some energy in you, baby? don't wanna tire you out before you—h-head off to work." clark struggles to get his words out, the pleasure making him close his eyes harshly. pulling you impossibly closer as his arms wrap around you.

"should've thought of that before you showed me your cock, pretty boy," you responded, losing your hands in his hair as your hips stutter.

clark laughs breathlessly, littering kisses all over your face now, probably messing up your makeup—not that you cared.

"sorry baby," one hand drops to your ass, squeezing the soft flesh before landing a loud slap on it. you hiss, clenching around him even tighter. "you just looked so fuckin' good… can't—shit," clark stops to rest his forehead on yours, feeling his climax coming, "so good, baby, riding—bouncing on that goddamn cock like you need it."

"i need it," your voice heightens, the feeling in your core tightening. "i need it so bad, clark, fuck me, please—just give it so me." 

clark's lips pull to a smirk, both hands now on yours ass before he starts helping you bounce yourself on his cock. every inch, every vein that ran through his cock etching itself on your gummy walls like it was field notes.

your moans turn into incoherent begging, clark's name leaving your lips like a damned prayer as clark himself struggled to keep his moans in.

he continued helping you up and down his cock, meeting your cunt with thrusts of his own. the walls shaking with how harsh he's driving himself into you. he's gripping your ass tightly, cock twitching as you clench uncontrollably.

"don't stop, don't stop—right there! o-oh! clark!"

"yeah? right there, baby?" clark watches as you drop one hand to your chest, fondling yourself shamelessly whole he focuses on fucking you even deeper—harder.

when he feels your legs twitch, threatening to close around his body, he knows for a fact you're close.

clark takes one hand away from your ass and slides it over your slit, expertly finding your clit as he begins to rub messy circles on the bundle of nerves.

you scream, finding every nerve on your body on fire. clark's name bouncing off the walls like a cry for help while clark desperately groaned yours. the lewd sound of skin on skin slamming against each other filling your ears.

one more thrust from clark on that spot and you're spilling hopelessly all over his cock, stars appearing in your eyes as you shook on top of him. shortly after, you feel him slow down, letting you work down your high as you feel his own come paint your insides. the feeling made you moan deeply, your body stiff and eyes rolled back.

clark rolls his hips, kissing all over your cheeks and forehead as he leans back on the headboard. his hands intertwining with yours as he takes you in for a warm kiss—a stark difference from the way he was moving a few seconds ago.

"that was…" clark's breathless, chest heaving up and down. "…wow."

your eyes peel open, clark's fucked-out eyes and disheveled hair making you clench around his length one more time.

"you're driving me to work." you tell him, jabbing a manicured on his chest.

clark laughs when you get off of his lap, your knees nearly giving out, almost falling to the wooden floor if not for clark quickly holding your waist with one hand.

he gives your ass one more slap before he gets off of the bed, towering over you with a lovestruck smile.

"yes, ma'am."

(yes, this is inspired by one of those tiktoks where someone flashes their partner right before they head to work)