#hes genuinly everything

[leafatlaw]

god sorry im looking through the tag and- fuck. The main time, when Kian is visibility queer is when he is a monster. He only makes those innuendos when hes not human, when hes something more than human. When he is something trying to pretend to be Kian Stone, why does he flirt with his friends ? The most honest version of him is when he is inhuman.

[wilsonwandmagician]

This is absurd.

Santa Carlos wins the point of the day, but decides that it's too impossible, even for him, so he concedes it to ben.

How can people hate him?

[shiroselia]

Kaladin as a character makes me go insane

there's something so awfully intriguing about the juxtaposition of a character who was trained to become a surgeon, who is so Fucking Good at medicine and saving lives, because no matter what Kal might say he IS fantastic at it, and who wants more than anything to be a soldier, who becomes a soldier, who Is a soldier, and who seems to prefer it

And yet he time and time again needs to rely on the skills he was taught lowkey against his will and theyre Genuinely what gets him a good part of his respect from Bridge Four AND others before them and that duality coupled with Kaladin's Insanely troubled view on especially his training as a surgeon is SO fucking tasty

It makes me nuts it's So Good it's Such an interesting contrast and Sanderson manages to do Such cool shit by just giving Kaladin BOTH

[the-sunshine-dims]

feelings on fable changed, now officially shaking him /pos

[timove]

Finally accepting that true happiness comes from within and not from whether or not that idiot responds or acknowledges me

[ventinghues]

The deprivation of a companion did me nothing but harm today

[biribaa]

can i... Can i request Yandere! Dandy X reader who is his old friend?"

Yandere!Dandy x reader who was his old friend

TW/CW: Yandere behavior/themes, stalking, threats(to other toons)

Dandy, despite his very obvious, questionable and murderous actions, and short tamper about... Gaining tapes, genuinly have a good personality. He enjoys to socialize, and help his friends! He just, have some not common beliefs...

In short words, Dandy is synic. You, or anyone, can point out a murder whenever you want, and that big smile with a innocent face will still stand in front of everybody.

Being the charismatic friend that Dandy is, and you being his favorite person ever around Garderview, results in Dandy giving you some discounts some time or other! It was questionable the first time, for you and the other Toons, but you just assumed he wanted to get back to your old friendship.

His smile tremble a little when you abuse of your exclusive discount to give the others what they need/want. But that's okay!!! Everybody are friends : ) ig

Despite everything, Dandy is always trying to push some dialogue with you, kicking his feet and that large smile being a spotlight in his expression. If you suspect from that or not... Its up to you. Because he could listen to you ramble for hours, which is nice coming from someone like

What isn't nice of Dandy, is his jealousy. What Astro or Tisha does that he can't do? Support you? That's the bare minimum from a friend. He could do that and much more if you just let him enter your life again.

Ok, yeah, maybe he stalks you when you are in some floor searching for Ichor. But its for your own protection, he can't let his dear friend move around with his other clumsy friends and hundreds of twisteds out there!

It doesn't take too long until you start to suspect of Dandy for suddenly wanting to join your life again. But for him, he was always there with you, for you.

I can imagine Dandy doing silent and not-so-silent threats to other toons for getting too attached to you. We all know how Dandy is when hes angry.

Before you know it, there's only you in the elevator, and Dandy is more than happy to see you and help you with some sales for his best... friend.

[gay-dorito-dust]

👉🏻👈🏻 👉🏻👈🏻 🥺 how about asexual reader x bob? Where reader loves him, but doesn’t say anything bcause they think bob doesn’t like them like that and they believe their relationship would be doomed to fail and they’re just too hard to love 🥺🫡

You liked Bob, it was impossible for you not to find a man who talked about doing the dishes with an acomplished look within his eyes and a small smile, all the while looking as comfortable as he did within his little booknook that he had set up. You liked Bob and the way his face seemed to show just how he felt, rendering the need for words obsolete when all you needed to do was watch his face, mainly his eyes and you'd have all the awnsers you needed.

You liked Bob and the way he was always open to help and lend his shoulder, listen intently or just sit with anyone in mutal silence if they didn't feel like talking about it, finding them too painful to recall and never once holding it against them. He was indeed a beautiful man inside and out that you couldn't help but feel envious of how brightly and warmly he shines whenever he steps into a room, or how strong he was for still being kind desite of everything he's been through, not to mention how he would even go out of his way to learn everyone's likes and dislikes and memorising them whenever he was to make breakfast.

You liked Bob so much yet you felt as though you couldn't tell him so, even if your heart and mind screamed and pleaded with you to, spare them and yourself the agony of never having tried to tell the man who you lived in a tower along with four others. You were certain that Bob Reynolds would be the death of you with how often he occupied your every waking thought, even on mission did romantic thoughts of sweet Bob haunted you to the point you were almost shot on several occasions, much to your teams dismay seeing as they were the ones to pull you out of the line of fire.

'Just tell him.' Yelena told you, having had pulled you asided to confront you on your lack of focus on a recent mission after having to pull you back from getting seriously hurt, now finally having put two and two together of who was behind such uncharateristic behaviour and now urging you to make the first step.

'nope. no. no can do.' You rejected her idea immedietly, crossing your arms across your chest.

Yelena mimics your actions. 'Why not?' She raises her brow, wanting nothing more then to be past this sensless yearning within the group, after all there's not much sense in being in a relationship with a fellow teammate when you were constantly thrown into missions that were increasing in danger. Yelena just wanted you to be in a clearer mental state before heading out on another mission, but most of all she was curious as to why you wouldn't confess your feelings for Bob.

You shrugged as you smiled sadly. 'I'm not the one for him Yelena.' You admit. 'We wouldn't work out no matter how much i want us to but i just don't see him being happy with me, genuinly happy with me. I can't be the person he can be seen with and be proud to admit that he loves me freely.' You added, finally having gotten everything you've been thinking off of your chest but despite saying this alloud, it still didn't make you feel any good, if anything it made you feel worse then you did before. 'I'm difficult to love, i can see that and soon enough so will he soon. He's too good for me, i'd only dampen his light.'

Yelena frowned, saddened by your confession, and reached out to hold you by the shoulders firmly. 'That is such bullshit, you hear me? bullshit becuase you're not difficult to love, you're not going to dampen his light, and you're most certainly not going to make him regret loving you.' She finishes as she looks you in the eyes, seeing the saddness in them that you try to shrug off with a halfhearted smile. She made a promise to Bob to not tell you and to let him come to you when he was ready but she didn't know how much longer she could withhold it from you, especially when this is how you viewed yourself.

'He would be glad to admit that he loves you, that he's lucky enought to wake up next to you, Hell! Bob would think he's in heaven if he got to to hear you admit your feelings for him.' Yelena said to you before making a face. 'That or blush so hard his face is akin to a tomato.' She adds which made you laugh in response, you were certain Bob had relationships in the past, he's a good looking man with a heart of gold so you'd be more surpised if he didn't. Yet while Yelena's attempt to lift you up was appreciated, it didn't change the fact that you had seemingly made up your mind about yourself and none of it was remotely good.

No you couldn't see the good in yourself that would make Bob see you in any light that you saw him in, one where nothing else but him mattered, one where he would burst into your room one day with the sudden revelation that you were the one he wanted to watch the stars with up on the roof. You couldn't see yourself having a romcom lifestyle with Bob for you knew that your relationship would sour and ruin what you'd like to consider a very strong friendship. You didn't want to withold him from better people he'd find more appealing then you, ruin his chances of finding happiness with someone else becuase you were feeling selfish, wanting nothing and no one other then the man with the golden heart all to yourself.

You knew Bob would hate you for being so selfish. So you decided to be selfish with your feelings and keep them to yourself for Bob didn't need to know you felt, he didn't need to know that he made your day better just by being the first person you see, he didn't need to know how often you daydreamed about what it would feel like to wake up within his arms and run your fingers through his shaggy hair. You couldn't burden him with feelings he'll never reciprocate, so you'd let them rot within your chest until you were perfectly okay to move on from him, save him the hassle of having to let you down softly becuase he only say you as a friend and infact had his eyes on someone else.

Bob was far too kind to hurt anyone's feelings, expect maybe John's but John was often a prick who needed to be humbled, but the message was clear to you that you and Bob were simply not meant to be. Fate was not in favour of you and him being together at all and wanted you to remind you that you would never deserve that man, he was fated for soemone else and you'd have to accept that not everyone has their happy ending with the ones they want. Forced to accept the love that you think you deserve and that was nonexistent becuase you were brought up under the belief that you were impossible to love, a hard concept to grasp and a puzzle most give up on becuase you were difficult to solve and not worth the effort nor time to understand on a deeper level.

This is ultimetely the tragedy that is your life.

'Look i apreciate the pick me up Yelena but i'm still not the one he needs and i have to make peace with it.' You tell her as you removed her hands from your shoulders, offer her one last halfhearted smile before you left for your room, leaving Yelena to watch after you helpessly with concern when a familair voice calls out to her, Bob.

'Yelena?' He asked, looking between her and the way you had left with obvious concern. 'You okay? have you seen (name)?'

Yelena looks back at Bob then back the way you had left to your room, not liking the idea of you being alone with your thoughts, before looking back at Bob who was still as concerned as the last time she looked at him with his brows furrowed and a frown on his lips. 'They've just left to their room, they're not feeling they're best after the mission.' She tells him and none of it was a lie per say, she was telling the truth, but hoped that implying that you weren't feeling your best would hopefully encourage Bob to see you.

'They're not hurt are they?' Bob asked like how Yelena assumed he would. His eyes glanced towards her now, the worry written within his eyes and how it was clear he wanted to go to you, but feared that might not be something you wanted in this moment in time. Bob wanted to wish you'd be safe on the missions you partook on while he stayed back to better handle his powers, yet he didn't as he was certain you didn't need it and instead watched from afar as you took off with the rest, leaving him to worry and wonder when you'd return to him.

'Thankfully no, they're not but they have been seeming a little distracted as of recently which almost got them shot on multiple occasions.' Yelena replied, crossing her arms as she watched Bob become more antsy to get to your room and see you for himself, he wasn't subtle with his concern for you in the slightest in Yelena's eyes with how he shifts restlessly and fiddles with the sleeves of his baggy sweater in hopes of calming his mind. She could tell he was conflicted, you were usally the most cuatious and safest out of them all, so hearing you almost being close to shot must've been something most would never assosiate with you.

'Did they tell you why?' Bob asked, growing more worried about you by the second, knowing that on missions that you and the rest of the team took weren't ones where you could be allowed the luxary to be distracted; not unless you wanted to end up in the medbay for a good few weeks nursing yourself back to health or worse. Bob didn't want to think of the worse outcome when it came to you, not if he could help it, but the idea that something had been bothering you so badly it almost got you hurt and not at least mention it to him had him wondering if it had anything to do with him at all.

Yelena could sense him digging deeper for awnsers but awnsered him regardless. 'They did, but if you want to find out,' she then gets behind Bob and shoves him forward in the direction of your room, 'then ask them yourself.' she finshed.

'Yelena.' Bob trailed off as he looked over his shoulder at his surogate sister. 'you know i-'

'yes i do.' Yelena cuts him off. 'but i think it's time to be truthful to ourselves, especially now.' she adds gesturing him to keep going, to go to you and find out for himself instead of postponing the inevitable.

'but-'

'Bob.' Yelena cuts him off, grabs ahold of his shoulder. 'They need you now, more then you'll ever know okay.' she says as she looks him in the eyes, knowing that all Bob ever wanted to be was a hero and he was now given the opertunity to be your hero, and she wasn’t about to let him get inside his own head and ruin what could possibly end in the best possible way for him and for you.

‘Okay.’ Bob echoes as he looks ahead of him, face set in determination as he felt Yelena’s hand push him forward once more, guiding him into taking the first steps towards your room and finally get to say what he’s been wanting to say for what felt like forever for him. He knew Yelena was bored of listening to him talk about it, swearing her to secrecy onto of it afterwards was most likely overkill, but he wanted to be the one to say it on his own time. Yet there still was a seed of doubt planted inside his head, making him think that you didn’t want to see him after a mission gone south, that you wanted to be alone and not interrupted by anyone.

‘Go.’ Yelena’s voice encouraged him. ‘Go to them.’

And Bob took his first steps towards your room.

[bluetimeombre]

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Sometimes, even the big bad wolf needs his calm, in his case, it's you.

[finally I got the request out for introverted reader. I to love this idea, I do genuinly believe Logan would just love someone he could relax with after all the pain he's been through- like him and Kayla in Wolverine which we don't talk about enough. I hope you enjoy, I tried to get it out quicker but i'm working on other little thing for Hugh and Logan, so keep your eyes out. No warnings for this, accept fluff and a little angst cause i'm a sucker for it.]

Logan couldn't pin point the moment he noticed you but once he had, there was no going back.

Everything- everyone- in the mansion was hard to handle. All 100% all the time. Storm, the Professor, even Jean grated him enough of the times. With their insistence he join the team, with the nagging, the missions, the danger rooms, the blah blah blah.

So when he was out for a run, blowing the steam Scott had given him that morning, and he spotted you surrounded by students, huddled by a tree, he paused. He very almost ran into a kid as he did, squinting at you as you practically glowed in the sun.

Was that your mutation? To glow? To capture his attention?

You were showing the kids something, and they all listened, enamoured. As he would be, with your smile, your ... calm.

You caught him staring and faltered. He only crossed his arms over his chest and watched as you tried to continue teaching. Eventually, you set the class on some task and Logan slowly made his way to you.

"Hello Logan," you greeted.

He didn't know why it surprised him you knew his name, you must have been here longer than he had for you to teach. He watched you as you watched the children, noticing how you pulled at the sleeves of your jumper down over your hands. "What are they doin'?" he asked, gesturing to the kids.

"Just learning about life," you mumbled. That was your mutation, a connection the nature, to the trees and the very life that hummed under you.

So very different to him, who took life with the swipe of his claws.

"I'll er, see you," you added before walking away from him.

Logan couldn't shake you for the rest of the day. He walked by your class room later, saying hello to you. He never had before. That night, he found he couldn't sleep and he walked by your bedroom which just so happened to be on his way. The door was open ajar and you were no where to be seen.

You were down in the kitchen, sitting in an armchair by the window with a book in your lap and a steaming how cup of coffee next to you. He approached quietly, watching from the doorway as you were bathed in moonlight.

Eventually, as you went to grab your hot coffee, you spotted him. "Logan?" you spilled a bit over your hand, seething and putting it down. "Sorry, I- I didn't see you there."

He smirked. "Kinda the idea."

He ducked under a counter and pulled out a beer from his secret stash. He took some kitchen roll as he did before walking over to you, gesturing down to the empty chair across from you.

You nodded and he sat, taking the cap of the beer with his teeth and spitting it on the floor. "We don't have beer here," you said.

Logan raised a brow. "No? huh," he took a swig, watching you. "Here." he put his beer next to your coffee and takes your hand, wiping away the coffee.

"I'm ok," you mumble, though letting him dab it away.

"Just making sure, bub," he said, glancing up at you. You'd closed the book but kept a finger where he'd interrupted. "What are you reading?"

You seemed shocked that he asked as you have to think for a moment. "Oh just um, a book."

"A book, huh?" he hummed.

"A book," you repeated.

"What's it about?" he asked, leaning back and taking his beer again.

You shake your head, curling into yourself. "It's just about... art history. Read it?"

He smirked. "I don't read."

You nod, pursing your lips and adjusting the book in your lap. Your head, turned down.

He watched your for a second. He saw your eyes turn around the page but you didn't seem to be taking it in. He sipped his beer and tried to think of another way to start a conversation with you. Not that the silence wasn't welcome, it was after all the noise of the day, but he wanted to hear your voice. He wanted to know your voice even when he knew nothing else. "Wanna know how I snuck beer in this place?"

You glanced up at him, closing your book again. "Do I want to know?"

"Well, it's a neat little trick," he said, spinning the bottle around.

"And if Charles's comes snooping?" you ask.

He shrugs. "Then there's plenty of kids for me to blame it on," he said. "C'mon, you telling me you're not a rule breaker?"

You laugh at the very idea. "No. No, i'm not."

"Why not? Afraid you might get a taste for it?" he teased.

You blushed and he found delight in that.

Most nights, that how it went. In the day he was dealing with everyone's bullshit and at night he'd find you in your chair, reading or what you called crocheting. You even tried to teach him once but in a fit of anger that he couldn't get it, his claws slashed out and tore it.

Logan apologised but to his delight you laughed only.

In the day he always sort you out, or watched from afar as you taught, or sat in the sun. You never participated in danger room sessions. But you were no less a friend to Ororo or Jean, sometimes he'd catch you outside with Scott, talking and laughing and he found he'd never wanted to rip Summer's head from him more.

"I didn't know you and Summer's were... close," he said one night the two of you were in the kitchen. You were hunched over paper, drawing whatever you could see in the dark garden while he fixed himself up a sandwich.

"We've worked together for years," you said, "we were in the same classes together too."

"And you don't find him a pain in the ass?" he asked.

You chuckled. "Not as much as you, Logan, I expect."

Logan hummed a laugh and came over to you, offering you half the sandwich.

You peered at him and he insisted. “I’m not hungry.”

“You barley ate anything at lunch, c’mon, it’s my speciality.”

In the night, the two of you ate in silence, simply enjoying each others company.

Logan was simply fine admiring you for half the night. "Why don't you talk much?"

You glance is way, pulling your sweater back down. "I just don't have much to say."

"C'mon, i'm sure you do," he said. "Seems like everyone always has something to say round here.”

“I don’t have anything useful to contribute,” you shrug, taking a bite of what he made for you.

Something like pride filled him. He didn’t know that doing the plain old domestic stuff could mean so much to him, because when it was only him, he never cared, but you, god, there was no limit to what he felt for you. “That’s not true,” he said, leaning over closer to you. “Wanna hear every thought that pops into that pretty little head.”

You glance his way, blushing. You swallow your food and wipe away the crumbs. “And why is that, Logan?”

He frowned at the question. “Because it’s you. I-I like you, bub. Better than anyone else in this place,” he said. This place wasn’t descriptive enough for him. “I like you most in the whole world.”

After that little confession that had you stunned, Logan was all over you. Most the days when he has nothing to do he followed you around like a puppy, even chose to help out in classes just to be close to you.

It was worth every second, just to hear your voice and see you get passionate.

Slowly, you started to note this and finally opened up to him more. You’d talk about the books you were reading or invite him to your favourite spots in the garden. You’d even tried to crochet for him.

It was peace, and in his life time of war, Logan never thought he’d deserve it.

But peace never lasted long for him.

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The mission was supposed to be a quick and done deal: investigate the factory and rescue any mutants stuck, but he hadn’t accounted for the mutant who poisoned his mind.

He was in the pale corridors of the facility before his mind took him to the mansion. It was wrecked, holes in walls and windows shattered. There was blood splattered like a painting. Slowly, he wondered the corridors, every step a tremble.

There were children, lying in blood, as well as Storm, Jean, Scott, but then, there was you.

Logan screamed. Logan yelled, he fell to his knees and crawled the rest of the way there. To you. His skin was was soaking in your blood, his hands clawing to get to you, to bring in your body to his. He cried out, nuzzilng his face in your neck.

It didn't feel like a dream, it felt painfully real. It wasn't until there was a searing pain in the back of his head that his eyesight blurred and the blood was gone, so were you.

"It wasn't real, Logan," said Scott, pulling him up. "It was just a dream. It wasn't real."

Logan couldn't register who was pulling him up, or who was talking to him. As his vision cleared, he looked for you and all he knew was that he couldn't find you. "Y-Y/N?"

"She's at home, Logan, c'mon." Scott managed to assort the rest of the team and get them to the jet before flying at a never before seen speed to get back to the mansion.

Logan's knee jittered as he remembered your voice. As he remembered your smile and the way you blushed whenever he looked at you long enough. The soft brush of your touch and the scent your hair carried in the wind. He tried to remember it all, as if when he returns, you won't be there.

Before the jet had even landed, as the sun rose over the school, Logan was jumping out and stalking into the place. He tried not to run, not to give into the urgency.

He went to your bedroom first, but you weren't there. Your sheets were tossed aside and it was empty. So was your classroom.

The sweat started rolling down as he looked around. It was so early, nobody else was up but he was sure with his heavy steps and ragged breaths, he was waking everyone up.

"Y/N? no, no, no," he mumbled. He eventually made it out, taking deep gulps of air and searching the grounds.

You stood with your back to him, a blanket wrapped around you and bathing in the soft light.

"Y/N?"

By the time you'd turned around, Logan was already catapulting into you, sweeping you from your feet and bringing you into his chest. His hand tangled in your hair, breathing you in.

"Logan?" you mumbled, arms awkwardly coming around him. "Everything alright?"

His head shook. "I thought... I thought you-" he found the strength to pull away from you, taking in every detail like he'd never see you again. "I missed you, bub."

There was accusation in your eyes but you didn't voice them. Instead, your knuckles brushed his cheek, smoothing away the lines of stress.

That night, with his head in your lap, you read to him. And Logan knew, nothing would ever happen to you.

He would make sure of it.

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[checosbluespring]

you are my everything → sp11

sergio "checo" perez x wife!fem reader

genre: established relationship, hurt/comfort, shower sex

cw: 18+ MDNI, smut, p in v, slight angst, slight possessiveness, dirty talk, pls let me know if i am forgetting anything

word count: 1.6k

song: tommy & pamela - peso pluma

sidenote: hi everyone!! i have not uploded in so long but this has been in my drafts for a while so i though i would finally finish it up and post it. i miss checo so bad but i genuinly hope he is enjoying life right now, he deserves it and so much more. please let me know if y'all have any ideas or requests for a fic (I write for all drivers including indycar) and marvel/9-1-1, also not beta read. hope you all enjoy <3

♡♡♡♡

Sometimes you hated being married to an athlete, especially an athlete who risks their life every time they work. This was the second time this year alone you had witnessed your husband Sergio get in a really bad accident. The first was in Monaco and now in Baku. This crash terrified you. It happened out of nowhere and all of a sudden you see your husband crushed up against the wall. You feel a pit in your stomach start to form and tears start to well in your eyes. Everyone in the paddock is looking at you.

You feel a bit of relief when you see him jump out of the car, looking seemingly fine. You knew though that he would be pissed. You silently thank yourself for not letting your kids come to this race because they shouldn't have to see their dad hurt. Although you know that they are probably watching the race and that you should call and tell them their dad is okay.  You decide to try and find him before he is taken to the stewards and has a team meeting. 

Pushing through crowds of people you make it to the front of the garage and see Sergio, walking fast into RB’s hospitality. Part of you knows his emotions are high and he's angry so you want to leave him but you need to check on him. 

Just as you venture off to go find him, your phone dings and you see a text from him.

I'm fine Amor, we will be fine. Please go back to the hotel room. We are going to be here for a while and I don't want you just waiting. Go get dinner and call the kids. I'll be back as soon as everything is done. Te amo mucho mi reina.

You feel a bit disappointed as you read the text, but you know he's doing what's best for you and himself at the moment. All that matters is that he's okay and you are willing to back off until you see him later tonight. 

You catch a ride back to the hotel and make yourself comfortable. You call your kids and reassure them that their dad was okay and that he would call them as soon as possible. 

While you wait for your husband to make it back, you decide to take a shower and order some dinner for the both of you. It was incredibly hot at the race and a fresh shower was all you needed to feel a bit better after the emotionally draining day you've had. 

Time is passing by very slowly, you've already eaten, showered, watched a movie. You keep looking at the time on your phone, it reads 8:00, but it's been radio silence on your husband's end.

Another hour passes and you finally track his location to see where he is. You see that he's finally leaving the track and on the way back to the hotel. 

30 minutes pass before you hear the door unlock and open. You sit up and watch as your husband walks in and takes off his shoes. 

“Amor…” you speak, but are quickly cut off by Sergio saying “babe, I know you have been waiting all night for me, and I love you so much but can I please shower first and then we'll talk”. You nod your head and that's all he needs to start undressing and heading to the shower. He closes the door and you hear the water start. 

Knowing that he's so close but still so far away builds a fire in you. You need to talk to him, be close to him, feel him. You make the split decision to walk into the bathroom and confront him. Your plan is to just sit on the floor, and ask him questions that's all you need. 

As you walk in you see droplets of water run down his toned back, everything is steamy in the room, further adding to the flush on your cheeks. Seeing your husband naked shouldn't make you so hot and bothered but it does, the way his shoulders flex, his long legs, and broad back. 

Something snaps inside of you and you decide to take your clothes off, you’ve already showered but you needed this. Opening the door you slip in right behind him and hug his back. Instead of breaking away from the touch he embraces it, pulling you in closer.

“I’m sorry mi amor, I was just so upset and I didn’t want you to have to see that side of me, you or the kids” he says while turning to face you.

“I know baby, I know but you have to talk to me, let me know that you are okay, I was terrified that something happened” you respond.

He nods and says “ I know I’ll always keep you updated. you and the kids are my top priority always”

Satisfied with his response you place your head on his chest and hug his hips loosely. Peering up at him you ask “are you sore?”.

He nods “my back and neck are killing me, but nothing a good massage couldn’t fix” he winks down at you. You laugh at his response but feel a pit form in your stomach when he says he’s hurt. 

“Let me take care of you” you say as you turn him around and grab the shampoo to wash his hair. You silently thank the hotel for having a removable shower head so you can properly wash Sergio up. Taking your time you run your hands up and down his body, your final resting place being a firm grip on his beautiful cock. 

You have seen male genitalia in different forms but nothing ever compares to how pretty and satisfying your husband’s is. You grab some conditioner in your hand and slowly flick your wrist up his length, pulling a soft moan from his lips. “Fuck it’s been so long since you’ve had your hands on me”. You silently nod, it really had been too long. With you and him separated most of the season, you find yourself craving him more and more with each hour you are apart. 

“I’ve missed your cock so much, my fingers don’t compare to yours” you whisper into his neck. 

Your husband reaches down in between your legs and shoves two fingers in you simultaneously. It doesn’t hurt from how wet you are but, you know that you have to be tight because the last time you’ve had something in there was a couple of weeks ago when Sergio was able to come home for the weekend. 

“Mierda you are so tight, you need my cock in you don’t you?” 

You nod desperately, all you need is to feel him inside of you. Next thing you know Sergio is pulling his fingers out of you, placing a heated kiss on your lips and tightly gripping your hips to turn you around so that you're facing the glass wall of the shower and your ass is presented perfectly for him. 

“Fuck look at this big ass, it’s all mine right baby? It’s mine to fuck nobody else” you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with each filthy word that comes out of him mouth. You aren’t necessarily into ass play but you do love how obsessed your husband is with yours. 

“Fuck me please Sergio, I want you so bad” 

Sergio spreads you open and slowly thrusts into you. The burn is undescribable. But also one of the best feelings ever. He grabs your hips like a vice, making sure to leave bruises for the following days. He slowly rocks into you, as you try to find any piece of dry surface to grab onto so you don’t slip. Moving your hips backwards you start to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck, it feels so good” you grit out through your teeth. 

Sergio grips a handful of your hair and pulls you flush against him. He attacks your neck leaving a trail of soft kisses and hard bites. 

You start to feel that familiar sensation in your pelvis, desperately wanting more you trail your hand down to your clit and start rubbing circles in hopes to get you across the finish line. 

Sergio sees this and pounds into you hard and fast. If he keeps up this pace you are gonna come in minutes, you look back at him and whisper “just like that”.

He understands and keeps going at that pace and suddenly you feel something snap inside you and you are cumming all over his cock. You lose feeling in your legs and your knees start to buckle, Sergio keeps you steady while still trusting in you. The overstimulation getting to be too much, your husband notices and says “too much baby?” You nod and he pulls out finishing the job with his hand around his cock. 

His hand grabs your hip to keep you in place and he shoots his load all over your ass, he cums with a quite fuck and leans his head over your shoulder while he catches his breath. 

After a few seconds of pure blissful silence, your husband speaks up “thank you amor, I truly don’t know how I got so lucky to have you as my wife. I love you and nothing will ever change that” you feel yourself getting choked up because it’s not common for Sergio to get sentimental like this but you turn to face him and hug him, whispering a quiet I love you. 

At the end of the day no matter how worried you are about his job, you would always support him, and honestly life couldn’t get better than this. 

[darkbluekies]

King Edmund and Hedwig drabbles: running away but changing your mind and getting lost

Yandere!king & female!yandere x reader (female in Edmund’s case and gn in hedwigs)

I had a request similar to this like a year ago, but i deleted it because I couldn't come up with anything ... and now I have so ... that's annoying.

And this is probably the nicest Edmund has ever been. Weird.

BUT HEY I LOVE THE RELATIVES

Warnings: weapons, but actually pretty fluffy

King Edmund:

You had taken a horse and gone away into the forest. But here you are, sitting by a tree with the horse tied to a branch, hugging yourself and crying. What had you done? You finally realize how stupid you are. Why did you leave him? Why?

You're cold and lonely. Thieves are roaming the forest and you know that they would be delighted to find the queen all by herself. But you don't know the way home, and if you get up on your horse you risk going even further away. Staying in one place will be the best decision if you want to be found ... hopefully by the right people.

Suddenly, after what feels like (and probably have been) hours, you notice a sound.

"Y/N, your game is up."

Edmund!

You stand up and turn around, seeing him and his knights around you, their horses looking at you dumbly. The knights hold out their bayonets, but you don't care. You run over to Edmund, throwing yourself in his arms and crying ― crying in sorryness, in relief over being found by the right people, crying in fear and shame. Edmund's taken by surprise at first. He had been fully prepared to threaten you to get you to come back. Edmund's arms lock around you, securing your head into his shoulder.

"Lower your fucking weapons!" he tells the knights angrily. "Are you insane pointing them at us like that?!"

He turns to you, but before he has the chance to ask you how you're feeling of why you were so stupid to escape from him, you've already started rambling.

"I'm sorry, Edmund!" you sob. "I'm so sorry! I don't know why I did that! I regretted it immediatly, I promise! I wanted to go back but I-I lost my way and-" You can't finish your sentence, your breathe hitching with sobs.

"Shh, it's okay", he cooes, kissing your forehead. "You're back where you belong now, you're safe."

"I wanted to go back, I promise ... but I didn't know which way was the right one. I'm so sorry!"

You cry against his shoulder, hugging him tightly. Weirdly enough, you have never been happier to see someone that has hurt you. Edmund's your husband, you have accepted that. You hadn't realized that you had started to like him before now.

"It's okay, my dear", Edmund reassures you in a sweet, hushed tone and rests his head on top of yours, enjoying having you in his arms again. He rocks you back and forth gently, as if to coo you. "There's no need to cry, I'm here now. You will never have to worry when I'm here. You know that I will take care of everything."

His words are so comforting, so belieavable. You nod against his shoulder.

"Let's go home", he says. "You're cold."

He lifts you up on his white horse before cimbing up himself in front of you. You wrap your arms around his waist and hide your face into his warm back, crying even more. Why isn't he mad at you? You betrayed him. Edmund can't bring himself to be mad. You're genuinly sorry, he can't be mad at you for making a mistake ... a ridicolously stupid mistake, perhaps, but a mistake nonetheless. He needs to comfort you, not punish you.

"Make sure Y/N's horse comes with us", he says before riding off with you behind him.

Hedwig:

If you desperately had to fight with Hedwig about how controlling she is and storm off ... why did it have to be in a foreign country? You want to punch yourself for your idioticy. She's suffocating, yes, but you do love her ... somehow you still love her. And you want nothing more than to go back to her and have her hold you. How will you find her when you can't ask for directions back to her vacation house and can't trace your steps back. Why do European countries have to have such narrow, maze-like alleyways?!

You've found yourself on a bench in front of a cafe in the staking sun. You'll have to get up and look for the right way later, but your feet are probably bleeding.

"Y/N?!" you hear Hedwig's voice suddenly shriek. "Oh, my Gosh, Y/N!"

She runs over to the bench and you hurry to wrap your arms around her waist, hiding your face into her stomach. You can't help but sniffle in relief and sorry ... remembering how you left the house.

"I've been looking all over for you!" Hedwig pants. "I was so worried!"

"I'm sorry, Hedwig", you cry into her stomach. "For everything. I-"

She hugs your head closer and kisses the top of your head. "It's okay, I have forgiven you! "

She sits down on the bench next to you and cup your head into her hands. You sob.

"I'm just so happy to see you alive", she says in relief and brushed your sweaty hair out of your face. "But, dear, you're dehydrated! You'll pass out!"

She takes out a bottle of water from her handbag and feeds you half of it, before water starts to run down your chin.

"Why haven't you been drinking water?" she asks worriedly. "You could have passed out and who knows how dangerous that could have been?!"

"i didn't have any money", you say quietly. "I'm so sorry, I tried to find my way back, because I regret that I left ... but I couldn't ask for directions. I can't speak the language and I didn't have my phone and-"

"It's okay. I forgive you. But please don't do it again. It's dangerous. And I was so worried. My father was close to calling the cops and having them look for you."

"I'm sorry, Hedwig."

She hugs you, letting you rest your heavy head on her shoulder.

"It's okay", she reassures you. "I'm not mad at you. You know that I only want your best, right?"

You nod.

"You need to cool down", she says and stands up, holding out her hand to you. "Let's go get you some ice cream."

"My feet hurt really bad", you mumble.

"I will buy you new shoes too, and bandage and everything you need. Will you come with me? Please?"

You sigh and take her hand. Hedwig is the most confusing person you know, because how can she be so horrible, yet so magical?

[fandomfuntimem]

Dp x Dc or just Dp things I (personally) want to see more of.

Just some stuff I've seen and really liked but never see enough of.

Danny is very casually a genius and/or skilled (engineering, gymnastics, really any skill you pick):

There isn't enough of it tbh. I dont think people realise just how smart and skilled he is. Being a ghost probably made him very flexible and gave him extra abilities the average human may not have. Also he comes from a family of scientists, yeah maybe up against them he doesn't seem smart, but being "smart" comes in different forms. More often than not the ability to be smart comes from your ability to pick up on things, retain information, understand information, and use that information accordingly. Danny does that, especially with his villains. He even finds outside the box ways to defeat his villains. Like tricking Freakshow into becoming a ghost.

I just think its under utilized. A lot of Teen heros are geniuses but no one ecknowledges it. Hell, you can make it that Danny doesn't even realise just how smart he is. He doubts it and often thinks he's one of the dumber people in the room. But when sleep deprived and running on a cup of coffee he can solve a problem he hasn't even seen before the konk out for an hour.

Danny has BEEF with the JL or isn't outright a fan:

In a lot of fics the JL (especially Batman) are huge hypocrites. Like they'll barge into Amity trying to solve problems that don't even effect them, screw things up more, then offer Danny more training. Hello????? You guys being there caused the problem???? Then, in other things Batman preaches about territory and Danny will get threatened or treated with suspicion for even stepping foot NEAR Gothem, but then barges into his territory like its his buisness.

Let Danny call them out. Let him point out that everything has been fine untill they showed up. Let him get MAD. This is HIS territory, HIS haunt, HIS people. These guys have done nothing for him! Why should he accept their help when their help only makes things worse? In fics where they help him because he needed it and ended up in Gotham let him be suspicious and careful. He doesn't need to be vivasected or hurt to be warry of the crime fighting furries he just met.

Mans has the experience to know you can't trust anyone untill they prove you can.

Danny should be casually overpowered and spooky:

This isn't even he has to be experienced. He is so used to his powers he doesn't realise how scary it is. He will casually stop a punch from superman, laugh, quipe, then punch back.

He accidentally breaks stuff, walks through things, glows, its so normal for him. He apologizes and does it again because he forgot. He genuinly has no idea how strong he is, he just knows he needs to be soft on humans.

Danny and Phantom are very different personalities:

I'm not saying they're two different people. They have the same mind same person. But the way they act is so different. Danny is grumpy, quiet, whimpy. Danny is a loser, and everyone knows it. Phantom, on the other hand, is confident, he jokes, smiles, makes a game out of his struggles, he's strong. Phantom is just a good guy. Everyone (minus others) loves him!

This happens because Danny is more comfortable as Phantom or Vise Versa. Sertant trates carry over, they're nerds, they're smart, they enjoy a good pun, they're sassy. But because Danny is a loser everyone sees it as lame, but with Phantom its endearing.

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None of this means you need to get rid of silly nerdy Danny. You can have that but all these other things ad depth to his character. Hes smart but not confident, he's kind but not naive, he's powerful but not violent, and he finds comfort in the fact no one knows him.

Idk. I'm not a big fanfic writer so i thought i would just share and see what others do with it.

[berryz-writes]

Home

Lucien x reader

Summary: Lucien and you are finally living the dream. A new house and the love of your life with you, what else could you ask for?

note: First time writing for Lucien!! Aka @thelov3lybookworm husband ;) its also a teeny tiny fic/not as long because i genuinly dk whats going on with my life rn but i hope yall enjoy it <33

@lucienweekofficial(day 4)

The smell of paint wasn’t always my favourite. It had this weird tinge that I couldn’t get rid of no matter how many different scented candles I lit around the house. It felt as though the paint had crawled its way into my bed..... or maybe it was because my mate who had been painting the house was sleeping next to me.

One night he had been so tired Lucien simply rolled into bed, paint covered trousers still on and hugged me to his chest, ruining my nighties in the process. According to him my nighties now had a “splash of personality”. 

Safe to say they were in the bin and he had brought me three new pairs.

Tiptoeing into the living room I watched Lucien using a roller up and down the wall, the cream colour covering the once grey and dusty expanse. His back muscles were prominent, making me forget why I was even here as I simply watched him work.

He looked like he was enjoying the silence way too much, an idea to disturb him popping up immediately. Sneaking up on him from behind and dipping my finger in the paint can I painted a heart onto his muscled shoulder, the warmth of his skin making my fingers tingle.

I knew the second he felt my presence he could have turned around and stopped me but instead he let me finish my heart. The little things he did that made it feel like my heart was going to burst from the amount of love I had for him.

As I stepped back, admiring my work, Lucien's voice broke the comfortable silence. "Is this your new way of greeting me?" he murmured, the corners of his mouth lifting in that lopsided smile I knew so well. His eyes, golden flecks catching the light, held a glimmer of amusement, daring me to answer.

Instead, I dipped a finger back in the paint and touched it to his chest, leaving another little heart right above where his own beat steadily. He chuckled, and in one quick movement, his fingers found the paint can, swiping a cool, creamy streak along my nose before I could dodge.

"Oh, so that's how it's going to be, huh?" I grinned, grabbing a small brush from the tray nearby. The next few moments blurred into laughter and paint splatters, our voices filling the quiet room, as we playfully dodged each other's attacks.

Slowly the fighting came to a stop, of course after I got the last hit.

Before I could tell what was happening Lucien turned his face away, body angled away as his hand shot up to cover his eyes. My heart dropped in an instant, my smile faltering as I reached out instinctively. "Lucien? Are you alright?" I whispered, my voice laced with worry.

The playful tension melted into concern as I reached out, trying to pull his hand away. "Did the paint get in your eyes?"

He didn’t respond right away, his shoulders shaking slightly as he kept his face turned from me, his hand shielding his eyes. Panic rose within me, my heart pounding faster with each passing second.

“I’m sorry my love, here let me clean it. Don’t rub it, It’ll hurt even…” My words cut off as I gently turned his face to look at me and instead of paint on his face, there were tears running down his face. Heart breaking in two I cupped his face “What’s wrong?” whispering the words I brushed a thumb across his warm freckled cheek. 

His hands came to rest on my hips as he looked down at me with a small smile on his lips as the tears still came down. 

“Nothing”

“So why are you crying then?” Wiping away his tears I was confused as ever. Lucien wasn’t usually one to cry but when he did it broke my heart too.

“Because…” He took a deep breath as if trying to reign in his emotions and explain to me “Because everythings perfect. This- it’s all I've ever wanted. The love of my life with me, a place I can call home”

As Lucien took a breath, his voice barely a whisper, I felt an ache in my chest. His hands tightened on my hips, grounding himself in the moment, as if to reassure himself that this was all real—that I was here, that I was his, and that the life we were building together was more than just a fleeting dream.

"You've put so much into this place," I murmured, reaching up to run my fingers through his messy paint specked hair, still mussed from hours of painting and effort. "Every bit of it feels like you."

His lips tilted up at the ends as he looked down at me, his thumb gently tracing a small circle on my hip. "I wanted it to feel… right. Somewhere we can make memories."

I felt the weight of his words, each syllable filling the room with a profound vulnerability. He wasn’t just talking about paint and walls. This was a dream made tangible—a life he’d fought so hard to build. I remembered nights spent in my old apartment, fantasizing about places just like this.

"We will Lucien. I wouldn't want this with anyone else"

He looked down at me, his gaze warm and searching. His voice was a whisper as he admitted, "I never thought I’d fall in love again after...." It took him a moment as if pushing away the tide of emotions he was feeling "-after everything.... you are the light of my life, did you know?"

My heart swelled, and I couldn’t help but smile, cupping his face as I stood up on my tiptoes, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “So are you"

P.s: dnnfdhbfhjbdfb uhm luciens a cutie also ignore any mistakes <3 or feel free to tell me

[llama-bird]

Y'know what I love about Martyn?

When he told us about his green color yesterday he said the hex code like, 5 times. But because I am really bad at processing words and especially numbers (they just dont reach my brain sometimes) I didn't catch it. I tried but I couldn't.

So I asked in chat if anyone could repeat it, and he read it, and despite just saying it 5 times he not only repeated it he went "wait let me just open aseprite and show you. No let me just write it down"

He wasn't forced to do that. He didn't have to.

Yet still he paused everything to make sure this was understood. And that's what I really love about Martyn. How there's not only 0 judgement for not catching it even tho he said it so many times before, but also how he just opened his drawing prorgramm to write it down because genuinly that helped and genuinly I felt so welcome in the chat after that.

The hex code is 70C82F btw. I wrote it down.

[luneemeritus]

Thinking about how Huskerdust is a redemption arc by itself.

Angel learning how to value himself and breaking the cycle of abuse, of being controled and taken advantage of. Accepting love, letting his walls down and learning how to trust again. I like to think that Angel grew up with only violent men around him, and in Hell wasn't very different, but Husk's love and gentleness teaches him how to be himself again.

While Husk finally learns how to put someone else's needs above his, care for someone, letting his selfishness behind and overcoming his addictions. He lost everything (probably more than once) because he was so thoughtless, but now that he genuinly cares, genuinely loves, he won't lose it all again.

[cosmickid-inmotion]

Deeper

Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Masterlist: TLOU Masterlist

Summary: Joel sucking dick until he gets a little too eager

Warnings: It's puke porn guys. i won't apologize. Subby Joel. Puke BJ. He's throwing up. Joel likes it rough and the dynamic is pre-established and everyone is having a good time. Sub drop, after care. Oddly sweet I did not set out for it to be that romantic.

A/n: Ya'll "You should write Joel again!" Me "Okay" *writes gay puke porn* Y'all: "Not like that"

A/n 2: I genuinly don't think theres a way to do this safely and I'm not judging anyone who engages in this sometimes but please be careful bc repeteadly throwing up causes so much issues with teeth and insides. Fiction is fiction though.

***

He was a pleaser, all right.

Joel Miller was a bit of a mess, if you were being honest. He was not experienced. He had sex with a few women before having Sarah, no men. Since the birth of his daughter, his only goals in life were keeping Sarah and Tommy alive. It endeared him to you, but you wanted to show your ‘Jojo’ a world of pleasure you knew you could give.

Despite being a mess, Joel managed to keep the family together. Sarah was doing well in school, went to activities, Tommy went from drunk every night to every few nights. Left him a little bit of free time to... relax.

Joel had to deal with everything, so when it was just you and him, he liked to let go. Nothing going on in that pretty little head of him.

Here he was, your airheaded himbo eagerly bobbing his head up and down your cock. You watched yourself disappear into him, Joel moaning and grinding himself into the bed like this was for his pleasure, not yours. He desired you carnally, as you did him. Nothing matched the joy and pleasure Joel gave you, happily letting you control him when you reached out to grip his curls.

Up and down, up and down you forced him to take all of you. You watch Joel's eyes roll back, his brains leaking out with his pre-cum. Your drippy boy, getting off on your moans. He's cum in his pants untouched just watching you masturbate before.

His lips were chapped; he needed to drink more water.

Still, that didn't stop Joel from gagging on you, his throat going gluck gluck gluck as his excitement continued, opening his throat to you. You swore his smile was burried in the hair of your pubes.

Faster, faster, you thrust him on you, the chewed down nails of Joel fingers dull poking at your thigh, drool pooling more and more around the base of your cock until he gags particularly hard. You yank him up, only to find watery eyes pleading with you as his head gently tried to pull back down.

"Please" He begged, lips plush and wet and pulsing. "Don't stop." He grins against the bed and whimpers, quiet now, "I'm so close..." The idea of Joel cumming on the sheets just from sucking you off illcited a wave of pleasure searing your cock.

You thumb away spit from the corner of his mouth. "You're doing so good, pretty boy. Make me cum and I'll make you feel so fucking good. Just how you like." And you did know how to make him feel good, you knew how to pay attention to his body and signs and edge him until he shot hot ropes against your face or hands. Right now, you were chasing your high. Smiling, Joel went back to work on you, and you went back to making it rough.

Harder, faster, fuck, just like that, just like that Jojo. You watched the muscle of his ass flex as he humped the bed. God you loved him, you loved this precious hard working loving dad and you loved his sloppy wet mouth.

Gluck, GLuck, GLUCK! Joel gagged so hard, whole whole body heaved. You felt what was coming from the contractions on his throat before you felt it come out. Vomit came out, spilling hot all over your crotch and, oh my god, it was so fucking hot.

You never moaned so loud in your life, you thought you were about to cum right right, you finger pulling hard at Joel's hair.

"FUUUUUUUUUUCk!" You shout, hips jolting as eroticism swirled in your stomach. When you look down, your eyes connect with Joel's- he looks afraid, worried you'd dump him because he couldn't take a dick down his throat, that he was gross.

Sitting up, you pull on Joel's hair until the two of you meet in the middle for a scorching kiss, tasting the puke on his, feeling it on your mouths blending together with spit and sweat. You you pull away- lips still bushing Joel's skin when you spoke- spit connected your lips together. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. Can you do it again for me?"

Glassy eyes, Joel nods.

"Good boy." You pant, "Safword?"

Joel chased your lips. "Coffee"

"Good boy. Tap my hips if its too much and you can't say it, okay?"

"Yes-" Joel tried to kiss you again. "Fuck, please-"

"C'mere"

You bring Joel's mouth to yours, Jerking yourself off. You feel the thick slimy liquid on your cock and the memory of how pretty he looked, broad shoulder hunched as he puked on how big you were about sent you over the edge again. Joel tried to move down to suck you off but you had other plans.

Kneeling back on your haunches, you had Joel kneel up, leaning over you. As you continue to touch yourself, you slid your fingers inside Joel's mouth. He looked so pretty like this, gagging on your fingers, eager to please, ready to do whatever it took to make you happy. Deep into Joel's throat, your fingers trigger his gag reflex and his massive body seizes again as fresh vomit falls out of his mouth and onto your chest and cock. You moan, jerking furiously as you're almost there, almost ready to come in a mix of filthy fluids.

"That's it, puke for me Jojo, c'mon... Good boy, ohhh fuck yeah, good boy Joel..." He continued to puke on you, his hands bracing on your shoulders. He was starting to look tired, and you knew he wasn't going to want to do much after this, so you start stroking him too. "We'll cum together, okay Jojo? Yeah, doing so good. Do you need to stop? No? Oh fuuuuuck, there's so much... yeah, yeah there we go... cum for me, cum f- SHIT!"

You and Joel cum together, white spurts mixing with the puke and sweat and spit all over your bodies Joel is whimpering as he cums, clinging to you for safety and security that you readily provide him. Holding Joel's messy body to yours, you rock Joel through his orgasm, laying him down when you're done.

Panting, wet, exhausted. You hold Joel close before sitting up. "C'mon baby, lets get you cleaned." Blissed out and dazed, Joel followers you naked to the shower. You get it to a good temp (hot, like Joel likes it, but not to hot because he's prone to dry skin.) "Clean up, relax, I'll get everything changed and in the wash." You give him a kiss on the cheek, and there was something in his face you couldn't quite decern. "You okay, Jojo?"

He gave you a smile a nodded. You weren't sure you beleived him, but maybe he was embaressed. You decided to give him a few minutes to clean, maybe he'd feel better. Throwing the sheets in the wash, you set up a new pair and make sure the bed is cleaned. You even throw your pjs in the dyer to fluff and warm up for Joel to feel cozy in.

But when you open the shower curtain, you find Joel hasn't moved. It wasn't unusual for Joel to go a little nonverbal after sex, but catatonic was.

"Baby?" You step into the shower with him. "What's going on?"

He looks at you, concern in his eyes, the same look he had when he initially threw up. He's quiet. "Do you think I'm gross?"

You feel your eyes widen in shock at the very idea. "No! Is that what your worried about?" Your hand goes for his still puke-covered cheek.

Joel looks down at the shower water in the tub. "You always shower with me..."

And you could feel your heart break. You draw Joel into you. "Oh baby I'm so sorry, i didn't mean it like that. I just wanted to get the sheets clean. Look at me." You gesture to your matching grossness. "I wanted that. I asked for more. Do you feel gross?"

He shrugs. "A little... but not when it was happening. I liked it."

That makes you smile, but you don't want him to feel gross. The relationship was still fairly new, but you were beginning to realize Joel's insecurities made him a little prone to sub drop. You wanted to work on his self esteem with him.

"Did you start to feel gross before or after I left you in the shower. Be honest."

He shuffled his feet. "... After"

"Thank you for being honest. I'm sorry I left you in the shower alone, Jojo. If I help wash like normal, will that make you feel better?"

A small smile crept up on his face. "I think so, yeah."

So you did. Like most nights that you and Joel made love, you washed him up. This time, you were extra thorough, using the exfoliating glove to make sure he felt squeezy clean. Joel has never exfoliated in his life before you.

After through cleaning and detailed oral hygiene (and so much fucking water) you dress Joel in the PJS fresh out of the dryer and lay him down in fresh sheets. He's relaxed again, his signs of safety evident.

"How do you feel now baby?"

Joel nuzzled up to you, resting his head on your chest. "Not gross."

You kiss the top of his head. "Rest."

He was asleep in seconds.

***

why did this get so actually romantic?

Now, my male readers, im sure you're asking. Roman, can you just write a mlm fic that isnt gross? My answer is. Maybe? IDK i finally feel free enough to write puke and piss idk if im going back.

anyway god bless bruce Springsteen its the 41st anniversary of born int he usa albums release GO LISTEN TO NO SURRENDER ITS GAY HELL so is bobby jean, actually <3 both are written about Stevie leaving the band.

Im not tagging anyone bc this is super gross lol. if you enjoyed please rb.

Comment if you wanna be tagged in a.... what do you call force fem if its not forced lol. IG we're femming tommy miller, male reader.